#Ozera Request

[princessozera]

On love and immortality... (Diavolo)

Summary; @boozye's original request here; how would the om cast react to MC not wanting to become immortal? My first submission to this prompt is Lord Diavolo and let me just say- Dia stans you might want to sit this one out.

GN! MC (They/Them, 3rd ppov)

Warnings for: MC's death, Diavolo's a bit o.o.c to make this work

Word count: 1.5k (Optional ending has light end of season 2 (ch 40) spoilers and is +585 words)

Lord Diavolo has always known there wouldn't be much time with MC- time does not bend to the will of a king, and even Solomon had gotten lucky (unlucky?) with his immortality. Diavolo had done a good job of ignoring the elephant in the room until MC mentioned the death of a relative. What was a passing comment to them had been cold water down the prince's back, a nasty little thought that festered in the back of his mind and would soon follow him- even into his sleep. Diavolo hadn't let the thoughts affect his work, but MC noticed the change in him. When they tried to bring it up, they couldn't get a full sentence out before Diavolo blurted out, "I can make you immortal, you could stay with us forever."

Of course, it was so simple! Well, not "simple". Could Solomon recreate his potion or did MC have to become a demon? There was a story about a magic stone in the forest- Diavolo was so busy hashing out the logistics, it took him a minute to realize MC was grimacing. It had never occurred to him that they wouldn't want to stick around. His first thought was that they were unhappy; was it the Devildom? Was it RAD and the students? Was it him?

Diavolo didn't go home that night, talking with MC well into the morning. They liked the Devildom, they liked him, the brothers- nothing was wrong. They just didn't want immortality. They tried their best to explain; there's a comfort to knowing there will be an "end". No ghosts, no spirits, no after life and beyond. Just time spent to the best of their ability, and maybe a few good memories to carry with you in those last moments. Having a 'deadline' so to speak, made these moments more important.

MC didn't say anything when Diavolo turned away, brushing his hair to the side as he quickly wiped away a few stray tears. Instead they took his hands and told him about their dreams. Jobs they'd want to take, events they'd like to see, skills to learn. It wasn't the most in depth plan, wasn't world shaking and revolutionary, but it was what they wanted. Their piece of happiness. They mentioned specific moments they wanted to live with him and the brothers, laying out these moments right up to their death. Knowing that MC wanted him by their side until the very end mollified him and despite his reluctance, he promised MC to let them die human.

They had such a short future together in the grand scheme of things- so why had fate ripped it away? It wasn't supposed to end like this, MC was supposed to grow old, a head full of light hair and facing their end with loving friends and family- not these bulky machines, a cold room, and lacking the energy to hold their own head up.

The brothers were already stuffed into the room, and Diavolo couldn't hear most of what Barbatos was reporting to him.

"Accident... ruptured... escaped... can't heal..."

It meant nothing to him as he made his way to the bed. He stood where the others had parted for him, taking Mc's hand in his own. MC rolled their head to the side to look at him, running their thumb over his knuckles. Diavolo couldn't just sit here and watch them die, "MC, this isn't your time. You promised we'd have years together."

"Well I assumed we did, and you know what they say about assumptions." MC tried to joke, but their laugh came out a hacking cough.

"We can't heal you, but maybe we could-" Diavolo looks over to Barbatos, to Lucifer, but neither had an answer for him.

"Please MC, let us turn- " Mammon took MC free hand, begging. They all knew about MC's wish, and most put up a better fight than Diavolo had, but MC never budged. Even now, they still found enough energy to glare at Mammon and speak clearly.

"Don't. You. Dare." Mc couldn't hold this anger for long, and soon enough was pressing themselves back into the pillows. It seemed to take the last of the fight out of them, and with a final smile, they mumbled, "love you guys."

A long, monotonous beat filled the silence in the room. Mammon buried his head into the hospital bed, and Asmo held himself tighter, paler than his jacket. Someone was sobbing, but a siren's pitch had muffled Diavolo's hearing.

A handful of lunches and festivals, a couple more vacations. Maybe a date or two if he was lucky. Was that really too much to ask for?

No.

It wasn't.

"Turn them." The room jolted back to life as everyone turned to Lord Diavolo, but no one moved further. "Didn't you hear me? Turn MC immortal."

"Lord Diavolo-"

"I won't ask a third time." Diavolo waves off whoever spoke, "Human brains can survive up to 3 minutes after death without severe damage. Revive them and fix this."

"Mc made it well known that they never wanted immortality," Lucifer warned. "Would you really be okay with them hating you?"

"They'll be mad for a while, but they'll have an eternity to get over it. Are all of you really so willing to let them go?" Lord Diavolo looks at each brother, and Barbatos in turn, and no one tried to lie. They wanted MC to stay around a little longer, and Diavolo had known them best. If he was really sure MC would forgive everyone eventually, they would tolerate a few years of hostile stares and cold shoulder treatment.

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Lord Diavolo hadn't stayed for ritual, already having spent an entire day in the human realm he was quickly falling behind on the tasks he needed to complete before tomorrow. Barbatos stopped by the study to give an update on MC's status. Neither spoke about the dark circles under Barbatos eyes, hair disheveled, and posture ever so bent. Diavolo dismissed him for the night.

Lord Diavolo was in the student council room the next afternoon, preparing for the council meeting when the door banged open with enough force to crack the wall. He turns to smile at MC as they ran into the room, he'd rather see this face full of anger and hatred than the cold empty stare he saw yesterday. He didn't even care that this anger was directed at him.

"Traitors! All of you!" MC pulled out a chair to knock to the floor, but the magic was still new in their veins so they sent the chair flying instead. Diavolo couldn't help but smile; with this strength MC would be even safer in the Devildom than before. Mc didn't see it that way.

"Is this funny to you?" Mc made a move for Diavolo, but Mammon and Beel flanked them in an instant, holding them back. "You swore to me! You promised you'd let me go!"

"I did. And I kept my promise, but you didn't keep yours." Lord Diavolo puts down a stack of papers and gives MC his full attention. "'Let you die human'", were the exact words you made me swear, and I did. You died and came back, humans are resuscitated all the time. You, on the other hand, promised me years together. And I intend to get them."

"If you think you're spending another minute with me after a stunt like this, you're wrong." MC pulls themselves free from Mammon and Beel, glaring at each brother as they made their way back to the door, "As long as I live, I don't want to see ANY of you ever again, and that's an order!" They slam the door behind them as they leave, and the brothers buckle at the knees. They share a look of alarm, never having considered that they'd be ordered to stay away from MC. The stagger to their feet and look to Diavolo, all the confidence in his words from yesterday gone.

"Still sure about your plan?" Satan words dripped venom, already feeling dread building up for having agreed to this plan.

"I sure didn't hear any complaining yesterday." Diavolo goes back to organizing the files, undeterred by the scene that had just played out. "MC has never been able to hold a grudge for too long before, even when they should have. Their anger will fade as their human memories do, we just have to wait it out. They'll grow to be grateful for this gift, and will always have a place at Royal Academy of Diavolo."

Even if they wanted to, they couldn't regret it now, they had no way to undo the immortality. So during the meeting that no one was paying attention to, the brothers made their own plans; keep MC's room clean for them, don't touch their things. Leave gifts and notes in places they used to frequent and hope that one day MC would remove their command.

Very very optional ending:

(Tone of the extended ending: You go low, I go to hell)

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"Take me."

"MC, baby, take me out to dinner first." Thirteen didn't look up from the cup of tea she was stirring, having heard MC running here from the second they entered the cave.

"You know what I mean," MC storms over to stand in Thirteen's line of sight. They looked kind of cute like this, mad and winded, but the image was soured by the knowledge of something unnatural at work.

"I do, and I was planning to come see you later this week. Solomon tried to hide your death and resurrection," a quick pause to sip her drink, " but he hasn't quite mastered how to conceal life forces."

"I don't want to be immortal."

"That rings a bell, you might have mentioned it once or twice."

"Thirteen-" there was a warning in MC's tone, but Thirteen gestured for them to take a seat and took another sip of her drink. "You were always a funny one MC. No one could tell you what to do, no one could impose their will on to you. I like that."

"We had a deal." Pain from the betrayal leaks into MC's words, but the shaking hands accept the cup Thirteen offered. "I plan to see it through even if he doesn't. I never cared for breaking a promise. "

"Amen to that, but I hope you don't mind if I steal a few more minutes with you." A lie, but a sweet one for MC's sake. Even when humans willingly walk to their death, although it wasn't usually so literal, there is always a desire to extend the final moments just a little bit. "Any reason you came to me?"

"I figured that if you could take Solomon's immortality away, mine shouldn't be a problem. And you might be the only person that completely supports me having to 'leave'." MC doesn't drink the tea, but let's the cup warm their hands. They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Thirteen sipping and humming in peace before MC spoke up again. "... Will they try to hurt you for helping me?"

Thirteen snorts, and swallows her tea before she can choke on it. "MC, there are plenty of forces stronger than Lord Diavolo, and even stronger than that butler of his, in this universe. And I happen to be the guard to one of them- he isn't putting his hands on me no matter how badly he'll want to."

MC nods, clearly relieved, "That's good. Thank you thirteen."

"Really I should be thanking you. Why are so many people hell bent on breaking the natural laws?" Thirteen finishes off her tea and stands up, leading MC out of the room.

"Will they know I'm gone?" MC holds on tightly to the rope bridge as the wind makes it sway, finally recognizing where Thirteen was leading them. "Or will you have to tell them?"

"The pacts breaking is a pretty obvious tell. It won't hurt them, but they'll know immediately. That's probably for the best." Thirteen holds their hand out for MC to grab and leads them into the candle room. Reversing the spell would be easiest here, and it's one hell of a final view. Thirteen leads MC to the center of the room, giving their hand a squeeze before stepping away. "How do you want to go?"

"Dealer's choice. Can't be worse than the first time."

"Then I'll make it painless for you."

And with a swing of the Reaper's scythe, MC's vision goes to black.

#also my apologies if thirteen came out super ooc i havent actually read any events. chapters. or cards with her #im going purely off of vibes #hurt/comfort does not exist in this house it's one or the other sorry boozye #obey me diavolo #om diavolo #ozera request

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You've put the thought into my head with these polls now and I'm afraid I don't care who wins, after you write the winning fic, I'm officially putting in a request for enemies to lovers for Dimitri Belikov×RoyalMoroi Reader. I will now check this blog every month for it and you are responsible for keeping my sanity intact 😭😭😭

Your wish is my command ♥️ It got way too long so I have broken it down into parts 😊

Dusters & Diamonds {1}

Dimitri Belikov x fem!Badica!reader Summary: After tragedy befalls your family you decide life is easier emotionally alienating everyone, except for one friend who has known you most of your life. Unfortunately, he comes with a certain dhampir. Warnings: reader is a bitch (but that will change in future parts) WC: 2.7k

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Senior Year - St Constantine’s Academy, St Constantine’s Province The room was full and class had already started by the time you arrived, the teacher pausing with an impatient twitch of his eye as you leisurely strolled in like you owned the place. In a way you kind of did, since your family owned the academy and all of the surrounding area. Mr Hamner wouldn’t dare to call you out for the tardiness, royals were treated, well, like royalty.

You let him get back to his English Lit lesson with a tip of your head and made your way to the back of the class where Ivan was sitting beside your empty desk. 

“Hey, Zeklos, you weren’t at my party last night,” you greeted as you dropped into the free space. “Ronny said you were busy with a little dhampir girl but that can’t be right. You wouldn’t blow me off for a dhampir.”

“Her name is Eloise, and she isn’t a little girl, she’s in our year,” Ivan replied under his breath while he took notes of the lesson. 

“So you did blow me off.”

Ivan dropped his pen and turned in his chair with a sigh. “Sorry, but you know I don’t care about royal parties, not when there’s bigger things happening beyond the school gates. I’m sorry.”

“You apologise too much,” you said with a cringe before flipping your notebook open. “It’s embarrassing for you.”

In the row ahead, Dimitri turned and narrowed his eyes at you. The dhampir was tipped to be the next best guardian to pass through the gates of St Constantine and like the rest of the guardians, he was a stickler for the rules. 

“What?” you growled at him. 

His brown eyes should have been plain compared to some of the electric blues that ran with the likes of the Ivashkov’s or Ozera’s but they reminded you of the acorns that fell at home in September. “Some of us are trying to learn,” he whispered and you caught yourself staring at his lips before breaking away with a laugh that drew even more attention your way. 

“Why does a guardian need to know about gothic literature?” you asked him, ignoring the tug Ivan gave to your arm in warning. “Shouldn’t you be with the other gym bunnies in training?”

“Miss Badica, is there a problem?” Mr Hamner asked as he stopped his lesson once again.

“I’m just a little confused why there’s any dhampirs in this class,” you said with an innocent shrug. “It almost seems rude to offer them an elective that a guardian will never have use of.”

“Then why do you take Home Economics?” Dimitri muttered too quietly for Mr Hamner to hear. “Don’t you have personal chefs?”

Ivan snorted a laugh that he tried to hide along with a few other students and you looked around at their snickering, your palms growing heated a second before fire erupted from them. The flames licked like fiery cat o’ nine tails, whipping the laughter from their faces before you blew a kiss, extinguishing all evidence of the attack in a split second.

Dimitri shook his head as the class erupted into chaos. “Nice tantrum, princess.”

You leaned over your desk close enough to see your reflection in his eyes as you threatened, “Call me princess again and see how you look with no eyebrows.”

“Miss Badica!” You startled away as Mr Hamner shouted from behind you after crossing the room with a growing red face. “To the headmaster’s office now. Mr Zeklos, make sure she gets there.”

Ivan swallowed at the thought of making you go anywhere you didn’t want to but you were already swinging your bag onto your back and walking out of the room. He caught up to you before you reached the stairs that led to the admin floor, his cheeks flushed pink from the short sprint.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Ivan said before backtracking. “Actually, I can, I just don’t understand why? You know all the dhampirs think you are a bitch.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“Well you should. They are the ones who will be risking their lives to protect you when you graduate,” he argued. “It doesn’t hurt to be nicer to them.”

“Why? So I can lose them too?” A choked sound escaped your tightening throat and you growled in frustration as tears pricked your eyes. It was still the same whenever you thought about your parents who had been killed in a strigoi attack in your sophmore year, time didn’t make a difference. “It’s easier this way.”

“Acting like a bitch isn’t making your life easier,” he said as he opened the door to the academy reception. 

“Maybe it’s not an act.” You did your best to pull off your signature smirk as you stepped past him but he didn’t buy it from the quiet sigh he gave. 

“You forget I’ve known you since preschool, Y/N.” He reached a hand out like he was going to try to touch you but one curve of your perfectly shaped brows had him drop it once again. He left without another word and you waited a moment before leaving too, deciding your time was better spent in the elemental training area than being punished by the headmaster.

The arena was nothing compared to what the guardian training space had, but the walls that surrounded the open space were warded to withstand the elements so you could freely practise fire magic without worrying about anything catching fire. Since it was still early in the night, before the Moroi and dhampir separated into specialist classes, the arena was empty and you freed the pent up emotion with a burst of flame. 

You closed your eyes and imagined the strigoi that had killed your parents. Your hands filled with fireballs and you threw them at a huge rock an earth user had left in the arena, pretending it was your target. The fireball met stone with a bang and the rock exploded, sending dust and debris into the air, but it wasn’t enough. 

It never brought your parents back, or their guardians - dhampirs who had watched over you since you were born. 

The pillar of orange flame speared the night sky with your scream and you immediately felt clearer as the heat in your veins drained away, leaving you with a hunger instead. The magic always came with a price, burning through your energy, and you sluggishly made your way to the feeders in the Moroi campus. 

“Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss Badica,” the feeding assistant offered with a smile before closing the privacy curtain and leaving you alone with the feeder. 

The human looked fresh as he reclined on the specially designed chair, awake and alert, but you could see the longing in his gaze that focused on your lips. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of his pulse as he bared his neck to you and he shuddered softly when you leant across him and opened your mouth. 

The feeders breath blew across your shoulder as you sank your fangs into his neck and relished the warmth that flooded your mouth before you swallowed deeply. Your strength returned and the ache in your belly receded until you heard another Moroi enter the feeding rooms.

“They are seriously going to look at changing the elective classes for dhampirs?” Matthew Teller’s voice filtered through the curtain as he walked by. 

“The royalists think she made a good point,” Daniel Polenski replied. “Why waste time when they could be training to graduate sooner and restock the guardian pool?”

Their voices faded out of your advanced hearing range and you suddenly lost your appetite as you pulled away from the feeder and grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood from your lips. As if you couldn’t feel any worse, the doors opened again with another voice you recognised.

“...will be fine.”

“I’m sorry, but dhampir should wait outside,” the assistant said but she was cut off.

“He’s with me,” Ivan stated without room for argument, a tone he rarely used because he said it made him sound entitled. “It’s just a rumour, Dimitri, I’m sure nothing will come of it. She didn’t mean it.”

“It sounded to me like she meant it,” Dimitri answered gruffly. “Did you see that fire magic? She’s lucky she didn’t hurt anyone. Absolutely psychotic. She should be locked up to keep everyone else safe.”

Ivan sighed, an exhausted sound you thought was only reserved for you. “She had it under control.”

“Why do you defend her? She is a terrible person.”

“She’s not a terrible person, Dima. She just had terrible things happen to her.”

“That doesn’t excuse her. I overheard Guardian Florence say they had to draw straws to see who protects her out of the grounds because no-one wants to do it.”

The feeder fell heavy in your arms as he succumbed to the high and you pushed him away before running from the shame that filled you. The harsh scratch of the curtain being thrown along its rail was grating in your ears that burned and your shoulder caught the doorway of the exit drawing a sharp gasp through your clenched teeth. 

“Y/N!” Ivan called after you but you couldn’t face him as you sprinted through the corridors, out of the building and into the forest that bordered the academy.

You ran until your legs grew weak and your chest burned before collapsing against a tree and gasping for air. There were no sounds this deep in the woods, not even an owl hooted, and you felt utterly alone. 

It was a different sense of loneliness to what you felt in the academy. You couldn’t disappear inside those corridors, but out here…A twig snapped and you spun around with a sword of fire lighting up the dark. 

“Natasha?” You dropped the magic you had drawn to your hands, the flame petering out. 

“I saw you running like you were being chased by strigoi.” The raven haired Moroi grinned as she pointed to your hands, her ice blue Ozera eyes glowing in the moonlight. “Can you teach me that?” She cupped her hands together and a flicker grew to a flame before it erupted and she dropped it before it singed her eyebrows. “Damn.”

You frowned at the attempt before asking, “Didn’t you graduate like five years ago?” 

She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow as she looked down her nose at you. “Considering offensive magic has been banned for centuries, does that really matter?”

“Whatever, I can’t teach you anyway. I don’t know what to tell you, I picture it and it happens.” To prove your point, you burned a circle of fire around your feet before raising your hands and the flames shot up to form a wall around you. 

Her jaw dropped at the control before a screech sounded over the top of the crackle of the fire and you both turned towards it. “Where’s your guardian, Tasha?” you whispered as your fire split and spread to encircle her within too. 

She swallowed as the screech broke through the silent night and trembled beside you. “He was reassigned. I came here to choose a replacement.”

Your hands were shaking and your fire flickered with them. The air seemed thinner as the sound grew closer and you felt like a deer in the headlights, just waiting to be roadkill. 

“We have to run,” Tasha said as she grabbed your hand. “Run!”

You were only 16. You had a whole life ahead of you. You were too young to die. 

That was a lie, there was no right age to die. Death didn’t discriminate. There was only the choice to do your damnedest to survive or die trying.

Tasha tugged your hand as she began to sprint back towards the dim lights of the academy on the horizon and you lurched forward with renewed strength, the flames growing thicker at your back. There was no mistaking the creature for an animal when the scent of the strigoi reached you, the sickly odour of their undead state wafting around as it raced to catch you before you reached the wards. 

The constant stream of magic flowing through you was beginning to drain what little extra energy the flood of adrenaline had given you and you stumbled over a tree root but Tasha kept you upright, just.

“Almost there,” she urged as she turned and tried to throw a fireball but it fell short, only serving to illuminate the horror scene behind you. 

You didn’t even realise you were screaming as the strigoi looked through the flames, his red eyes chilling you to your core. The sound was detached from your body, everything was detached. You couldn’t feel the connection to your element and lost hold of it altogether. You couldn’t feel your hands as you lifted them to cower from the teeth about to tear your throat out.

You tumbled backwards, taking Tasha down with you as you scrambled away from the monster but just before it could curl its pale fingers around your neck a wave of black washed over him. 

The Guardians. They had come. 

You collapsed to the damp grass sobbing with the knowledge you were safe and let the exhaustion take you under.

When you woke in the infirmary an entire day had come and gone but your muscles still ached and there was a lingering taste of smoke on your tongue. Blinking against the sunlight filtering through the shades, you tried to sit up and groaned before giving up and falling back into the pillows. 

A single card sat on the table beside the bed and you reached for it to see who it was from before you recognised one of the voices in the hospital wing.

“Look at you all grown up,” Tasha said to someone. “How’s Karolina?” 

You opened the card and saw Ivan’s cursive handwriting wishing you a quick recovery before the man himself stuck his head in your room. A smile split his face when he saw you were awake and he rushed inside to take a seat at the edge of the bed. 

“Hey, Zeklos,” you croaked, your voice weak and dry from disuse. “Where’s the flowers?”

Dimitri stepped into the room with Tasha at his side, talking to each other with a comfortable familiarity.

“I only get flowers for funeral, please don’t make me buy flowers for you,” he said as he took your hand. “What were you thinking going past the wards?”

“It was an accident. I didn’t know how far I went,” you admitted sheepishly, daring to glance at the reason you had been running but he was paying no attention as he updated Tasha about his older sisters’ lives. “I won’t be doing that again.”

“Yeah, about that, your Uncle Anthony is here. He’s taking you to St Vladimir’s Provence.” Ivan looked pained as he chewed his lip before spilling the news. “Turns out the Guardians saw what you did in the forest and after the fire display in class yesterday, well, they think it’s best that you have a fresh start. You can finish the year at St Vlad’s Academy.”

“A fresh start?” Your voice sounded as broken as you felt and Dimitri looked at you for the first time since he entered the room. “I, I don’t know anyone at St Vladimir’s. The only family I have left are here. The only friend I have is here, you’re my only friend, Ivan.”

The monitors connected to you began to beep erratically as panic set in and you tore them off your skin to pull your knees to your chest. 

“I’ll come visit after graduation, it’s only a few months away,” he promised as he wiped the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I’m still your friend, even if we’re in another province. You taught me how to make mudpies, remember?”

You sniffed a small chuckle and nodded at the memory. “And you taught me how to play Uno.”

“Totally better than mudpies, I might add.” He smiled at the real laugh you gave before he pulled you into a hug and for the first time since your parents’ funeral you let him. “I’m really glad you didn’t die, Badica.”

“Me too, Zeklos,” you whispered into his neck as you wrapped your arms around him too. “Me too.”

Click here for part two.

#Ivan zeklos #dimitri belikov x reader #dimitri belikov #vampire academy fanfic #vampire academy prequel

[inprogress-predicament]

Hans: Alright everyone! Meet our new intern, Christian!

Rose: No!

Hans: Rose, please. He will be shadowing select guardians on their day to day duties in the afternoons. Evenings he will be training with those who volunteered for the Mori Defense program.

Rose: NO! You took the only good thing about this job, the lack of Christian, and you added Christian!

Hans: You fought for the integration of Mori and Dhampir fighters with Lord Ozera. This was literally your idea.

Rose: My idea was to train Mori, not be stuck with Christian.

Christian: And my idea was to learn to fight, not be stuck seeing your face all day.

Rose: Step into the ring with me, you won't see anything for the rest of the day.

Christian: You weren't my choice for training buddy either. And please, we've know each other for five years. Grow up.

Rose: You Set My Closet On Fire Last Week! Hans, He's My Trainee? Why? Christian: You can't prove that was me!

Hans: Half the requests I got for partner matches was to not be assigned to either of you. Have fun, don't call me.

Rose: Dimitri? Eddie? Swap?

Dimitri, already heading out: I'm not involved.

Eddie: Mia already set up a google calendar for us. Have fun with Sparky.

#source: bob's burgers #vampire academy #rose hathaway #christian ozera #hans croft #eddie castile #dimitri belikov

[hiccuppedstudio]

With more released about the Vampire Academy TV show, I had to do some fanart of the actors as the characters!

Christian Ozera - Andre Dae Kim

Dimitri Belikov - Kieron Moore

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[lingeringscars]

laura, 25+, she/her or they/them, asexual. @asuffocator completes me (aka heavily affiliated). i'll only interact with those that are 18+, preferred 21+. this is an independent, selective canon and original character multi-muse. sporadic activity + minimalistic. mostly queue based. discord available to mutuals upon request. memes are the best source for interactions. tired grad student. uses beta editor. regular text preferred.

rules / muses / exclusives / memes

Primary Themes: found family, hurt/comfort, identity, intimacy, hands, gender and sexuality, unreliable narrators, recovering + healing from trauma, deep conversations

Current Fandom Fixations: The 100, Agents of SHIELD, All American, Grishaverse, Nikita, Pretty Little Liars, Teen Wolf, Vampire Academy, Yellowjackets

MUSES OF THE WEEK: Alina Starkov, Bellamy Blake, Callie Adams Foster, Christian Ozera, Harper McIntyre, Inej Ghafa, Jake Jagielski, Kaley Sterling, Layla Keating, Logan King, Lydia Martin, Malyen Oretsev, Mari, Mariana Adams Foster, Nat Scatorccio, Percy Delmado, Ryan Edwards, Shauna Shipman, Sonya Karp, Spencer Hastings, Thea Mays, Van Palmer

#pinned. #muse of the week is honestly just most muse and tbh...will probably never change fksjfjwk #people might get added as i brainrot in a different area but like. overall the bolded ones esp are staples #bolded just means that those Are Especially Active

[storiesforallfandoms]

the small guardian ~ christian ozera;vampire academy

word count: 2031

request?: yes!

“Can you do a dhampir reader x Christian fic where she was getting bullied for being smaller and weaker than everyone else and Christian stands up for her and they fall in love”

description: in which she is much smaller than her fellow dhampirs, and thus has trouble trying to keep up with them, and an unlikely person stands up for her when she’s bullied

pairing: christian ozera x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I groaned as my body hit the floor once again. For the umpteenth time that day, I cursed my parents for deciding to create me.

I was what was known as a Dhampir; a half human/half Moroi. My only objective in life was to protect other Moroi when I was old enough, and so far that just seemed like an awful joke.

I was the smallest Dhampir in my year, both in height and in muscles. I had been training nearly my entire life, working to try and become stronger and, eventually, to be a real Dhampir. Unfortunately, it felt like none of my training was paying off. I was still weak. I’d never be able to protect anyone.

Dimitri, my combat instructor, walked over to me. He was trying to hide the slight disappointment on his face. I couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. He had been trying to train me since I arrived at the Academy. If I were him I would’ve given up by now.

He offered me a hand and helped me up. “You did better that time.”

“No I didn’t,” I sighed. “You don’t have to lie to me Dimitri.”

“You are improving, (Y/N). You are keeping up and holding your own. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

I looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his words. Sure, I was somewhat improving, but if I were in my guardian position for real my Moroi would be dead ten times over. I’d never be able to fight a Strigoi at this rate. Not effectively, anyways.

Dimitri sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him. “Go shower, take the rest of the night off. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

I nodded and mumbled a “thank you”. Dimitri smiled at me before turning to leave our training area. I sighed again and sat down on a nearby bench, taking a sip from my water bottle.

I wondered what happened to Dhampir who couldn’t protect their Moroi. There were plenty of instances where a Dhampir wasn’t able to save their Moroi, Dimitri was one of them. But that was after years of protection. What would happen to me if I couldn’t be a guardian at all?

“Well, if it isn’t the tiny one.”

I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the annoyance building. “Go away, Jesse.”

I looked up to see that, of course, the two head assholes - Jesse and Ralf - were strolling together into the training area together. They both had those stupid, shit eating grins on their faces.

“Hey, we just came to see how your training is going,” Jesse said.

“You missed it,” I informed them. “So fuck off.”

“Awe, what’s the matter tiny one?” Ralf asked. “Got your ass beat again?”

My fingers curled into fists, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hand.

“How are you even still allowed here?” Jesse asked. “You’re a disappointment to your kind and to all of us.”

I stood, shoving against Jesse and Ralf to try and leave. They both stopped me, putting one hand on either shoulder and shoving me back down onto the bench.

“We were thinking of fixing that problem for the Headmaster and Headmistress,” Ralf said. “Since they seem to be too nice to boot your ass from this place themselves.”

I tried not to let the fear show on my face. Jesse and Ralf were two Moroi; two royal ones at that. If they wanted to hurt me, they very well could. They knew I was too weak to fight back. And if they didn’t want to physically hurt me, they could easily just drain me of my blood and bury me where no one would ever find me.

I could run. Dhampirs were faster than Moroi. They’d never catch me if I suddenly took off and locked myself in my dorm room. But if they caught on to what I was doing, one swing would be all it took for them to take me down. And of course no one was around if they did try anything.

Basically, I was fucked.

Suddenly, Jesse yelped in shock and batted at his clothes. He had suddenly burst into flames. Ralf exclaimed as well and started trying to put the fire out.

“Leave her alone.”

We were all shocked to see none other than Christian Ozera approaching us, a death glare on his face directed towards Jesse and Ralf.

“Fuck off, Ozera,” Ralf snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Christian raised an eyebrow before setting Ralf on fire as well, causing him to let out a high pitched scream.

“I said leave her alone,” he hissed. “Or I’ll turn you both to charcoal right here.”

Jesse and Ralf heeded his warning and quickly ran away from us, still trying to put the fire out on their clothes. Christian could’ve put them out if he wanted to, but I had a feeling he wanted to let them figure out on their own how to make it go away.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, suddenly softening. “Did they hurt you?”

I shook my head, still too stunned to speak. When Christian approached and extended a hand to me, I instinctively flinched.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he promised. “I just wanna walk you back to your room. I don’t want those assholes cornering you again.”

Christian Ozera was a bit of an outcast and somewhat feared by most of the students at the school. He was a royal Moroi, who usually have their asses kissed by every Moroi and Dhampir within a ten foot radius, but his parents had voluntarily become Strigoi when he was a kid, and eventually were killed because of it. Christian was a pariah at the Academy because everyone thought that he would follow in his parents footsteps and become Strigoi as well.

Not like he helped those rumors, given what he just did to help me.

My first reaction should’ve been to not take his hand. I should’ve ignored him, went back to my dorm by myself and forgot the whole incident happened. That’s what most people here would do. But, given my own outcast nature, it was hard to pass up someone else who understood. Especially when I was still kind of shaken up about what had just happened.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. I went to grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder, but Christian got it before I could.

“I can carry my own things,” I told him.

He shrugged. “Isn’t this the gentlemanly thing to do?”

I rolled my eyes and let him lead me on towards the dorms.

The walk started off quiet. I wasn’t really sure what to say. It’s not like anyone really knew much about Christian to have a conversation with him, and he didn’t seem to be jumping to talk to me either. It was hard to ignore some of the stares we were getting as we walked across the yard. I wondered what the newest whisperings about me would be the next day.

“You’re welcome,” Christian finally said.

I looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“For helping you back there. With Jesse and Ralf? You’re welcome.”

“Oh.” I guess I did forget to thank him. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Those guys are such assholes. They had no right to gang up on you like that.”

I nodded but didn’t respond. Christian looked down at me and for a moment our eyes met. It felt like all the air had been taken from my chest and I had to quickly turn away from him.

“They had no right, (Y/N),” he repeated.

“I know,” I said, but even I wasn’t convinced by that.

Christian stopped suddenly, causing me to stop with him. He was looking at me with a hard look on his face.

“(Y/N), I heard what they said to you and I hope you know it’s not true. You deserve to be here just as much as any other Dhampir.”

"Yeah, sure, whatever.”

I tried to start walking again, but Christian reached out to take hold of my arm. “(Y/N).”

“Just leave it, Christian. It’s no one’s business but mine. I can deal with it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to deal with assholes like Jesse and Ralf - ”

“It’s not just Jesse and Ralf!” I snapped. “Don’t pretend you don’t hear what everyone says about me! Literally everyone, students and teachers alike. I’m a failure to Dhampirs and to this school because I can’t even do what I’m literally born to do!”

Everyone was staring at us now. A group of Moroi who were stood close to us slowly began to back away. I was starting to feel a lump grow in my throat, so I turned away from Christian and started to make my way towards the dorms without him. I wasn’t about to let any of these assholes see me cry, and I especially didn’t want Christian to see me.

I tried not to let anyone here know how upset my weakness made me. If they saw me emotionally vulnerable, they’d know how weak I truly was and assholes like Jesse and Ralf would never leave me alone. They knew I was physically weak, but they never had to know how emotionally weak I felt as well.

It didn’t take long for Christian to catch up with me again. He took long strides to match mine and walked in silence beside me. I appreciated that he wasn’t trying to bring up my outburst. I don’t think I could handle another shitty pep talk today.

When we arrived to my room, I let Christian come in so he could discard my bag onto my bed. My roommate wasn’t back yet, so it was just the two of us stood there together, and I was becoming very aware of this fact the longer he was stood with me.

“Thank you,” I said again. “For everything today. I really do mean it. You didn’t have to do any of it.”

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt because of some close minded fuckheads with big egos,” Christian said. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that, (Y/N). You really don’t deserve it.”

I shook my head and waved away his comment. “You don’t have to apologize for the actions of others. There’s nothing either of us can do to stop it unless I suddenly become super strong and a good fighter over night. Which will never happen, but I can dream.”

“Never say never.”

I smiled a little at him, and was a bit surprised when he smiled back. He had a really nice smile, and really nice eyes. Looking into them I found myself getting breathless again.

Christian wasn’t a bad guy. Everyone judged him too harshly and never gave him a chance, but I guess that’s just the high school experience whether you’re a human or a supernatural being.

“Thanks,” I said again.

“You’re welcome.”

I started to feel self conscious about my still sweaty, post training state. I wondered if Christian could smell me and if I smelled as bad as I thought I did. I was itching to grab a long, hot shower to try and wash away the events of today.

“Do you wanna hang out later?” I asked him. “Like...maybe a bit later tonight after I’m no longer sweaty and gross.”

He laughed. God, he’s got a cute laugh.

“You’re not gross,” he said. “But I would love to hang out. I’ll meet you back here in, say, two hours?”

I nodded a little too quickly, but he just laughed again.

“It’s a date then.”

I felt my face burn at the word, which just made Christian smirk. He said goodbye and showed himself out of my room. I stood there for a while, just staring at the door he had come from, before realizing I had limited time to get ready. I grabbed the things I needed and rushed into the bathroom, abandoning the idea of a long shower.

#christian ozera #christian ozera imagine #christian ozera x reader #Dominic Sherwood #dominic sherwood imagine #dominic sherwood x reader #vampire academy #vampire academy imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[quackmyback]

GOD

Someone please give me some mason ashford x reader fanfics, pleaaase

#i write #write #writers #request #vampire academy #vampires #vampire #richelle mead #rose hathaway #lissa dragomir #christian ozera #mason ashford #boys #girls #reader #xreader #love me

[vafanartbytimi]

Could you draw Christian and Rose cooking? Omg or one of them fighting together? :)

I choose cooking, where Christian can use his Moroi fire magic too! Here is how he surprises Rose with flambéing the food in the pan, while cooking surprise dinner for Lissa and Dimitri.

I like Rose and Christian characters very much, i think they work together very well, like good friends :)

#vampire academy #Rose Hathaway #Christian Ozera #va #vafanart #vafanartbytimi #fanart #digital art #concept art #artists on tumblr #Illustration #illustrators on tumblr #procreate #iPadPro #cooking #moroi #moroi magic #dhampir and moroi #dhampir #request #friends

[rose-dragomir]

ok one more round of fancasts

@guacpls requested tasha and mason, and i have some bonuses

these actors are gonna get noticeably less recognizable...

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Adrian Ivashkov (this era specifically)

Crystal Reed as Tasha Ozera

Stefano Masciolini as Mason Ashford

and Burak Ozcivit as Abe Mazur (he’s a bit young to play him but this actor is turkish so i feel like it balances out)

#vampire academy fancast #aaron taylor johnson deserves better #vampire academy #adrian ivashkov #tasha ozera #mason ashford #abe mazur

[artmakerproductions]

“THE TERROR TRILOGY” by me.

An early outline for an anthology trilogy that I had in my head a while back and might revisit someday and develop it as a graphic novel(s)/comic(s). These are meant to be a tribute to horror anthologies of the past and the three most notable setting categories of horror: Halloween, Christmas and Spring Break/Summer Break. Thought I’d just put this out there and see what y’all think of it.

….

A CREEPY CREATURE FEATURE:

Costume Mix-Up: For Halloween, Perri dresses as a wizard from the popular TV show, “Madame Wizard of Centre Earth”. He dons his hand crafted tv accurate costume and heads out. He runs into, who he believes, fellow fans of the show. All dressed as monsters from the show. He finds that they are indeed to be the real monsters (a passing asteroid over the town alluded to being how the monsters escaped into the real world) and have mistaken him for the real deal. He spends the night running for his life avoiding them. Unaware where they are or who is real due to it being Halloween. Perri manages to get home and finds the main villain of the show, Count Ozera waiting there w/ a large group of horrid monsters. That is when the real Madame Wizard shows up and vanquishes the remaining monsters and her arch enemy back to her world. He is completely ecstatic about meeting her in person and gets an autograph before she returns herself. He finds that one monster was left behind hiding in his closet. THE END

Dinner w/ Vampires: At a diner, Ronald is working late one night when a group of greaser-looking blokes show up. He takes their order, all being meat-related foods, and the odd request of it all to be undercooked just enough so that there’s some blood leftover. As they finish eating they all find they’re still hungry for blood — revealing they are vampires. They go after him, “playing with their food” so to speak. The next morning, Ron walks past a mirror revealing that he has no reflection. THE END

Bad Candy: Four teens, Sam, Ned, Jeff and Cathy are heading out to a party. Sam has the duty of taking his little sister, Olive, out trick or treating first. On their last house of the night, the owner has left out a large bowl of candy w/ a sign that instructs to take no more than 6. Ned, Jeff, and Cathy ignore it and grab massive handfuls themselves. Sam is stopped from doing the same by his little sister. Later that night, the three are transformed by the different candies they ate (Wonka-style). As they try to figure out what happened, they meet the candy giver, who was really a witch, and that she placed an enchantment on the candy so that anyone who takes more than the said amount is cursed, while all the good children who do as told are safe. She promises to reverse the effects and that they’ll be back to normal soon enough. When Sam and Olive leave, she reveals that she has no intention of doing such a thing and keeps them to be used as ingredients. THE END

Green House: Five kids, Lily, Sophie, Kyle, Burt and Ernest, go to spend the night in a long abandoned house in their neighborhood. Rumour has it that the place is haunted by a ghost. So, they play a game of chicken to see who’ll stay the longest in the house. While exploring, they find a potted sunflower, in full health, on the window sill. Soon enough, strange things start to happen and one by one the kids are picked off by an unseen entity. Lily, the last one remaining, finds that the culprit of the ghostly happenings was the potted plant all along! With the roots acting as appendages of sorts and ensnaring anything that enters the house to be used for nutrients by sucking them dry. None of the kids are seen again. THE END

The Creep Next Door: A new, seemingly normal family moves into the house next door. Abby, a nervous and skittish girl, isn’t so sure about it. She spends a majority of her days inside. Avoiding the outside world due to paranoia. Does a lot of investigating on her new neighbours (and daring to go outside). From spying on them to snooping around their yard and house to find any incriminating evidence to prove her suspicion. Is almost caught. Later, Abby gets invited to dinner by the neighbours much to her horror. Things go smoothly, until she accidentally brings up a detail of the house that reveals she had snooped in their house before. She is kicked out. Being given a warning otherwise they’ll call the police. As she returns to her house, it is revealed to be incredibly rundown as if abandoned. Inside, Abbey begins to talk w/ her parents (as she had throughout the story, but they were always out of view) about the whole ordeal — who are revealed to be both dead, being nothing but a pair of dried corpses. The voices we’ve been hearing from them have been all in her head. It being Abby as the title creep of the story. THE END.

Halloween Spirit: For the last several hundred years on Halloween night, a mischievous spirit (named Spirit) who visits the mortal world to play pranks and make the most of the night before returning. Spirit makes friends w/ some kids who get their candy stolen by some bullies. Mad, she goes after them, revealing she is indeed a real demon and isn’t wearing a costume at all and has them endure an acid trip of a horror show of visuals. Scaring the pants off of them. Spirit happily returns their candy and flies off into the night. THE END.

Night Of The Living Pet: When their little sister’s pet bunny dies, they resort to witchcraft in an attempt to revive the deceased pet. It seemingly doesn’t work, until a day later. However, the rabbit is a lot meaner than before. Things soon take a turn for the ugly when the rabbit goes full “Evil Dead” and chases after the kids. Killing it by tossing it into the lit fireplace, seemingly ending the nightmare. It doesn’t. The evil within the rabbit still lives. In fact, the situation grows worse as the evil is no longer confined to inhabit a single body and has spread all over. Dead animals from roadkill to other deceased pets and animals all over town are reanimated as the living dead. The kids do their best to survive against the horde of the undead. The army arrives, but they proceed to open fire w/ flamethrowers when convenientional firearms prove useless. Again, the evil remains fully intact. Seemingly indicating the further spread of the evil on a larger scale. THE END…?

…….

A CHRISTMAS CREATURE FEATURE:

A Christmas Tree Story: A happy family consisting of: a father, mother and daughter, heads out to their holiday home in the middle of the woods. As they finish decorating the house, they go out to find themselves a Christmas tree. The family finds a rather small one in an area they don’t recognize. With the tree chopped they return home. As they finish decorating the tree, the family head to bed. That’s when strange things begin to happen. Suddenly the house’s power is cut and the fire is put out. The temperature starts to drop. More paranormal activity happens. THeir Christmas decorations taken. It’s revealed to be the work of the pine trees (in a similar manner to the flower from the previous “The House”) and have taken her parents. She pieces together that the trees are not happy w/ the fact that they’ve slain their youngest and decorate the body in trinkets. She goes to quickly remove the decorations and heads into the forest in the hopes to exchange the tree for her parents, if it isn’t already too late. It is. THE END.

Beware The Elf: Arnold, a totally crabby and grouchy man on probation is volunteered to be the mall Santa, much to his dismay. After his shift, he goes to the bathroom w/ a drink he snuck from home. He is left alone in the mall after hours as he had passed out drunk in the bathroom earlier. As he staggers about in the mall, he finds himself being stalked by one of Santa’s little helpers. A very creepy looking elf. Stalking and taunting the trapped man. Making fun of him and that he is a terrible excuse for a Santa. Bringing up his past. (Revealing that despite his lower class upbringing, his family made the best of the holiday). He is left a sobbing mess. The Elf (now looking less creepy and ‘normal’), satisfied w/ the results, hands him a single candy cane and departs. By morning, he wakes up in the bathroom stalls, it all seemingly having been a dream. Only to find the very same candy cane still in his pocket. He now puts on his best face and does his job, the right way by spreading Christmas cheer. THE END.

Christmas Spirit (Halloween Spirit II: Christmas Boogaloo): She’s back, and ready to have fun once more. Spirit had somehow managed to return to the living world once again, but this time during the Christmas season and seeing snow for the first time ever. Though she sticks out like a sore thumb as her appearance is no longer appropriate for the season. While out seeing all the new things, she bumps into the same kids from Halloween, and they decide to show her more of the many holiday traditions of this time of the year. Though her Halloween-y appearance and behaviour is a bit problematic. Again, the bullies from before try to spoil their fun, but to their horror, meet the spirit again and receive another scare (Christmas themed now). She decides to stick around a little longer this time, and is invited to one of their holiday gatherings for dinner. THE END.

Santa Vs. The Alien Invaders (A nod to all the “Santa vs.” movies): As the holiday season is in full swing, an alien spacecraft carrying dangerous alien species crash lands not too far outside of town. Each alien sets up shop within the same mall that Arnold, from the earlier story, has been working in. He faces off against them one by one. A secret organization shows up and congratulates Arnold on his skills and handling of the situation. Offering him a job he can apply to after the holidays. Unknown to everyone, a cluster of alien eggs lies unnoticed in the crashed spaceship deep in the forest. THE END.

Toy Factory Of Terror: Our cast for this story are: Maggie, Allen, Dylan, Gabe and Ron. World famous Tim the Toy Man runs a factory located in town. He reveals that he’ll now be opening up his factory for tours. Seeing an opportunity, the 5 make their way over and are the first on the tour. Once inside, all five mischievously split off from the tour. They all meet a terrible Wonka-style fate: one is turned into a rag doll, another an action figure, one gets stuffed w/ stuffing like a teddy bear, one is taken apart to be used as spare parts for other toys, one is mashed into colourful play-doh. Tim, seeing an opportunity in the kid’s misfortune, decides to sell them all off as a limited edition line of toys for the holiday. THE END.

…….

A SUMMER CREATURE FEATURE:

Camp Spirit: Once more, the Spirit is back, only this time as a human camp counselor unbeknownst to everyone except for the same bullies from the last two (now three) seasons. This isn’t revealed yet, as it’s now from the bullies’ perspective who have some PTSD from their previous meetings w/ Spirit. An uneasiness w/ them as the concealer looks strikingly familiar and believes that she’s out to get them (her messing around w/ the two for a while) before she reveals her identity. Telling them to behave, as they know what’ll happen if they don’t. THE END

Thing In The Kitchen: Childhood rivals, Eddy and Cleo, fight and cause a disturbance in the main hall during lunch and are given clean-up duties in the kitchen for the week. As they do, they notice something scurrying about. Thinking it’s a raccoon, they arm themselves and find that it isn’t. It’s a creature w/ the appearance of a bread loaf (nicknamed “Breadhead”). It causes chaos in the kitchen and they manage to trap it, but it escapes and flees into the forest after being fed a massive dose of chilli pepper. They get blamed and sentenced to kitchen duty for the remainder of the summer. THE END

Hairy Beasts w/ Berry Feasts, You’re Good As Deceased: Ashley, a troublemaker and delinquent teen, makes an escape attempt to get out of camp having been sent there by her parents, but as she does she finds herself lost. Now hungry, she looks around and finds some berries. Because of the darkness, she can’t tell if they’re blackberries or not. She chances it and eats a few. Encountering what she thinks is a bear at first, but finds that it isn’t a bear at all, or even any animal she’s seen before. Like a cross between a wolf, cat and bear. It reveals that he has the capability of human speech. He informs her that he is a Nole, and offers to assist her out of the woods. They strike up a friendly conversation along the way. After a while, she finds herself very hungry again. Nole tells her of these midnight feasts he and other Noles have every night and offers her to dinner. Ashley is rather sceptical at first, but accepts the invite. Soon they arrive and she meets the other Noles. Once the feast is prepared, she sees that it is nothing but variations of the same berries she ate earlier. He laughs and reveals that it’s a Nole Berry, which he assures is harmless. She digs in, getting an intense and growing craving for the Nole Berries. She realizes that she can’t stop eating them. He then reveals that it is indeed harmless — to Noles, but has a “strange effect” on humans. Giving them a massive craving for the berry. The Noles reveal that they plan on fattening her up w/ the berries for the upcoming winter. Placing her w/ other unfortunate humans who’ve fallen victim to the berry. THE END

(Title is a play on rhymes used for survival so you don’t eat the wrong berries, and how you need to watch out for bears as they too pose a danger to you)

A Haunted House Across The Lake: One spooky night, all the campers gather ‘round the fire and are told of the neighbouring house on the opposite side of the lake. It being a place w/ a terrible history: a happy family was attacked and killed by a brown bear during the night; an older couple being stung to death while renovating a room; a little girl goes missing despite having never left the house; one getting locked up in the attic on a hot summer’s day; a deranged woman murders her brother and hides the body within the walls and then later hangs herself. After the tale is told, everyone heads to bed — except for five: Donnie, Kelly, Lois, Nicky and Wendy. Donnie, a firm believer of the paranormal, sees that one of the 2nd floor room lights are on in the house. He beckons his friends to go along w/ him to investigate. Crossing the lake w/ a canoe. Once in the house, they all get separated. Throughout the night, one by one the house claims them in mysterious, but horrific ways. Donnie is the last one around, and as the ghostly forces of the house try to claim him too, he makes his escape by jumping through a window on the higher floors. Only suffering a broken leg. As it seems the boy has won, the ghostly wind pulls him back as the house swallows him up. THE END.

It Came From Beneath The Water: While out on a romantic date, camp counselors Jenny and Ned, witness a falling star. What they don’t see is it crashing in the far off mountains. Not long after, large chunks of ice float down from the mountains where the river that leads into the lake originates. Causing the lake’s average summer temperature to drop significantly and rise in water level. No one really wants to go in the lake now. Not long after, a man goes for late night fishing and becomes the first victim of three sharks: Brute, Slasher, and Tank, (of possible extraterrestrial origins) w/ his boat found adrift the next morning. That night, a few of the campers sneak out of their cabins and head out to the docks for a game of chicken. Unaware of the danger they’re putting themselves in. Three of them are pulled down and blood rises. Before the remaining campers can get off the docks, it gets knocked down and dragged out to the far side of the lake and out of earshot of the camp. As they wait, they see some other campers canoeing across the lake to the haunted house. They too are out of earshot. As they begin freezing, one tries to quickly swim back to shore out of desperation, but they are pulled under and killed. The sharks begin to circle the kids now stranded on the sinking dock and even begin pulling it down into the water. The dock’s buoyancy is their saving grace… for now. Again they try to escape, but they don’t make it to the shore, but rather one of the drifting pieces of ice. In the morning, Ned and Jenny go to call the campers for breakfast, but find them out on the lake and the dock missing. Ned begins canoeing over but is attacked. He manages to evade getting eaten and makes it to the floating ice, becoming trapped too. As they wait, the icebergs start breaking apart due to the heat. Jenny hatches a plan and grabs all the raw meat she can and dives into the water (the lake connects to the river that continues downstream). It grabs their attention as planned and leads them down river right to the waterfall where they are sent plummeting to their death. THE END

Buzz-Off!: Brothers, Mason and Clyde, are sent to Camp Spirit for the summer to help Clyde, the older and cautious, to not be a helicopter sibling and monitoring his little brother’s every move of every day. And to allow Mason to spread his wings and meet new people. Clyde has incredible difficulty w/ it, as Mason seems to be enjoying himself. On their first night, the brothers hear a loud buzzing noise emanate from the forest. Night after night, they continue to hear the buzzing pass come and go in the forest behind their cabin. Finally giving in to his curiosity, the two go to see what’s been making the noise: a large mosquito-like creature the size of a large dog. Clyde strongly insists they head back immediately, but Mason disobeys and goes to continue following the flyer all the way back to the underground hive. Over a hundred dozen of them live there. As Clyde goes after him, he is caught and taken to be fed to the larva/young. Mason goes to rescue him. As he traverses the hive, he finds and rescues Clyde and on the way out, encounters the Queen. They light it up and the Queen is set ablaze, along w/ the hive. Before a wildfire can start, the firefighters are called in and quickly put out the flames before any real damage is done. Mason and Clyde are proclaimed as heroes for catching the wildfire early on. It appears that the remains of the hive are all burned up, with no one but the brothers being unaware of the bugs’ existence. From the ashes however, one new queen that had miraculously survived rises and flies off into the night. THE END

#horror #writing #text post #text #txt post #horror writing #anthology #idea #story idea #story #horror story #horror story idea #anthology idea #halloween #summer #christmas

[princessozera]

Sugar rush

A/N: Lost the original request but it was for the brothers reacting to MC waking them up at like 2 am to make/eat sweets.

GN!MC (they/them, 2nd ppov)

Word count: 1.8k

Lucifer

It's almost the witching hour when Lucifer places his pen down with a relieved sigh. Despite the extra work from the upcoming festival, he managed to finish earlier than normal, and he might actually get some decent sleep. He goes through his usual night routine and heads to bed, feeling the weariness leave his body as it relaxes into the mattress. He goes to turn the night stand lamp off when a weight behind him moved the mattress.

"Psssst. PSSSST. Hey Lucifer. Do you want some cookies?"

Lucifer rolls over to glare at you, side eyeing the covered dish in your hands. He's probably be more angry if he'd fallen asleep before you came in, so you've luckily escaped the worst of his punishments. Doesn't mean you're escaping his attitude though. "How did you get in, my door was locked."

"Tsk, so ungrateful. Here I am, going out of my way to make you cookies for a hard day's work and you're on this 'breaking and entering' business."

"MC-"

"Fine fine, I'll save them for breakfast, if Beel doesn't break into my room first."

Lucifer normally checks on his brothers in the middle of the night to make sure they haven't snuck out or raided the fridge, and now it seems you also need to be checked on. Lucifer will be too busy to join your baking most nights, but he does go out of his way to make time for it if he notices you've been down lately. He comes to appreciate these few hours with you, idle chatter but no real pressure to hold a conversation. You simply enjoy each others company as you work in tangent, passing ingredients and cleaning as you go. However, you two work a little too well together; you're so comfortable in this pattern of working together that if you're not careful you end up with enough cookies to feed the entire Devildom, AND Beel.

Mammon

"Ok, it's midnight, I've got half an hour to get to the casino before the real money starts moving-" Mammon mutters to himself as he slicks his hair back, double checking the silver watch on his wrist. Lucifer was out on business and he intended to make use of these next few nights. Mammon knows his brother well enough than to walk out of the front door- it was probably hexed- so he opens a side window to sneak out instead. Right as he sticks his head out, something slams against him and forces him back in. He's ready to curse Lucifer out under his breath, only to see you rubbing your head- having just failed at sneaking into his room.

"MC? What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to bake some cookies with me, but now maybe I need to go to a doctor, hell, why is your head so hard-"

"Cookies? It's midnight, you should be asleep."

"So should you." He sticks his tongue out at that, and considers your offer. It's about a 50/50 chance that he'll accept, sometimes he's just too pumped to go out for the night so he'll offer to bring you along instead of staying in. When you manage to convince him to stay in with you, he won't change out of his nice clothes, even if you're in PJs. Rolls up his sleeves and takes his rings off, he insists you make his favorite cookies every time- they just taste better when you make them together. Mammon is the type to throw a bit of flour or batter at you, tossing you a few chocolate chips or nuts here and there as you bake. You two joke easily and sometimes you get so wrapped up in your little bubble that you forget it's the middle of the night so Lucifer has to come down to yell at you two for making too much noise.

Every time Mammon will joke about starting a cookie business with you, one that could rival Madam Screams, and every time you have to remind him that he and Beel would eat most of the inventory. Mammon's ever the smooth talker so he'll help you bake, but he also tries to trick you into cleaning the dishes yourself. Nothing could beat fresh cookies with you at 2 am, even if he knew he'd feel the lack of sleep tomorrow morning. Mammon is one of the few brothers that might come to wake YOU up for a midnight baking session, especially once he realizes you've been inviting his other brothers to bake when he goes out.

Leviathan

Waking him up isn't the problem- it's pulling him away from the game/series of the night. He's always been strict with his gaming, and even the chance at getting some alone time with you doesn't completely waver his dedication. If he's in co-op, there is an almost zero percent chance he's coming with you. Otherwise, you're pretty successful at pulling him away after the next episode/ battle, assuming he doesn't convince YOU to stay.

Levi will often join you, but if he isn't making something specific he sets a timer. The second it dings he's picking up his snacks and going back to his marathon, but of course you're welcome to come chill in his room once you're done baking. If Levi wants to make something with you, his baking tends to be complicated and he's fickle over the designs- mostly replicating food from the last show he watch or in honor of his favorite videogame characters. His hands are steady as he pipes chocolate, never blinking as he keeps watch on the thermometer to avoid burning the caramel he's making, demanding absolute silence for 'fragile' desserts like macaroons and cheesecakes- all while you're here just trying to enjoy a simple batch of snickerdoodles.

Oh, and good luck with clean up because Levi dumps it all on you while he goes to hide his creations.

Satan

"psst pssssssst. Satan, are you asleep?"

Had it been anyone else in the three realms, you might have been obliterated on the spot. Satan's sleep schedule is a bit irregular- between his schoolwork, social calendar, and reading binges it's a little difficult to get sufficient rest, so he tries to make the most of the few hours he can before class. He's glaring at you from between his covers, his green eyes and the most horrendous cow lick the only things visible beneath the blanket.

"Yes."

"Then how'd you respond?"

"Whhhhaattt do you want MC?" His voice is whiny with sleep, so it was a little hard to tell that you were in danger, instead trying to tug the blankets off.

"Come on sour puss, let's make cookies."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Satan puts up a fight, and if you keep pushing he's just going to pin you under one arm and go back to sleep, and now you're trapped there for the night- at least you can cuddle him. Like Asmo, Satan isn't one to compromise his sleep unless he absolutely has to, so if you want to make cookies with him you need to catch him while he's reading late into the night, or coming back from an event.

When you can get him to bake with you, he always goes by the book until he memorizes the recipe. He'll want to make your favorite cookies, but if neither of you can decide on what to make, he'll ask to make cat biscuits to donate to the cat cafe tomorrow. Satan talks about his books, and asks about your schoolwork and other friends while you two bake, keeping a mellow atmosphere since it's late into the night. If the mood is just right, he'll hum a song under his breath as he roams the kitchen, taking a minute to inspect each spice and ingredient before throwing some in for the hell of it. Satan puts on a timer and will let you lean against him while you wait for the cookies to finish baking. He probably won't eat any if it's late, not wanting to brush his teeth again, but he'll make sure to save them for when he goes back to reading later on.

Asmodeus

When you wake him up that first night, Asmo was up in a second, and scared. You never really came into his room late at night unannounced, and when you did you just rolled into bed and fell asleep- so was something wrong? Were you hurt?

Once you reassure him you were okay, he finds your offer of cookies very cute. He'll join you once in a blue moon, but proper beauty sleep is one of the Asmo's essential necessities in life. He'll compromise with you if you want to make cookies a little earlier (when he would normally be at parties) and schedule it with him ahead of time so he can work it into his routine. It works best if you have a few set days in the month to night baking so he's always dressed up for you and might even have a few recipes he wants to try- most of them are cupcakes.

Beel

You think you're waking HIM up? That's cute. Beel was already on his way to the kitchen when you run into him, and he agrees to join your baking mission. He gives you first dibs on the fridge so he doesn't feel bad about eating the rest. Even then, you have to prepare separate batches of cookies because raw cookie dough is one of Beel's favorite desserts. He takes care of all the cleaning while you make sure the cookies don't burn, and prevent Beel from eating them straight out of the oven.

Belphegor

Since Belphegor spends most of the day asleep, it's not uncommon to find him awake for an hour or too at odd times of the night. He'll agree to be with you while you bake, but probably won't do any of the baking himself- instead sitting on the bar stool and enjoying your energy as you bring him up to speed on what you've done this week. He'll pick at the ingredients and take a bite here or there, even helping you mix the batter and dry the dishes, but if the talk lulls for too long, he risks falling asleep. While he normally wouldn't care, it's rare for him to get any alone time with you. As if on cue, Beel walks in for his midnight fridge raid and as you two start talking, Belphie dozes off. When the cookies are done and cooled a bit, you and Beel have a competition to see how many cookies you can stack on Belphegor without him waking up. It's always the full platter, and Beel eats most of them, but you've already squirreled a few away to give to Belphie later in the day. It's like clockwork every time, but familiarity was one of the best things about Belphegor.

#Ozera Request #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

[claudiafernandez96]

Claudia knew that Jude wanted to see her clean. She knew that she fucked up by lying to him and by using the way she did. She knew she’d lost her chance with him...again. Quite frankly, that made Claudia upset. To say the least. She loved him, and of course she wanted to be with him. But that seemed to be completely off the table now. Cillian wasn’t even talking to her much anymore. No doubt because Jude had requested that he didn’t. Or maybe he hated her now too. With all of this...Claudia needed to do something reckless. Again. Last time she’s ended up with a concussion. She wasn’t looking to get into grand theft auto again, but she knew who to call for what she had in mind. She handed her ex the rolled up dollar bill. They were dat next to each other on her couch, her art supplies scattered in the living room around them and lines of coke just casually sitting on the coffee table in front of them. “Your turn.” She hummed. @malakhai-ozera​

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[imkylotrash]

Hi! 🌷

Could I make a vampire academy request where reader is a guardian and they save Christian Ozera from strigoi so he’s kinda infatuated with them?

Maybe end with him asking them out?

Thank you, I hope you are well!

Hi baby 💛 I’m so sorry but I don’t do vampire academy. I just don’t know the characters well enough✨

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Laura, 21+, she/her or they/them, asexual. I'll only interact with people who are 18+. this is an independent rp blog for Christian Ozera of Richelle Mead’s Vampire Academy series. No movie influences, headcanon based, crossover, oc, and au friendly. largely developed and based on the worldbuilding done by @tocomefirst and I. sporadic activity + discord available to mutuals upon request. not dimitri or r/omitri friendly. other blog: @lingeringscars

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Discord Thread || Khai & Emily

Discord thread featuring: Malakhai Ozera & Emily Davis ( @warmvlbes​ )

Mentions: Roman @romanbeckett , Landon @davieslandon , Shea @shea-morgan​ ​

When: July 19th

Description: Khai goes over to Emily’s after wandering around buzzed.

Trigger Warnings intense feelings and SMUT!!!

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈

Emily was dressed in just running shorts and a tank top with her black house slippers. She felt like a grandma stepping out but as long as Khai was okay, she’d be okay. Just as she said, it took her two minutes to find him, parking her car and unlocking the door. “Come on hot stuff!” She yelled out the window.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He was just leaning against a light post smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone as he pulled up. His head lifting to look as she yelled out the window. “I’m coming” he said, throwing his cig and getting into the car. “I’m sorry, I was so lost. It looks so different at night. But I almost made it.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily sighed, looking at him and making sure he got in okay. “You were close. But it would have been another 5 minutes of walking.” She said, taking off back towards her apartment. “I see you were smoking. Good for me.” She bummed to herself, pulling up to her place and parking in the right spot, getting out and leading Khai to her door. “Home sweet home!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I was” he nodded. Buckling into the seat and looking over at her. “Yeah, lucky you” he grinned. Taking her hand in his. They got to her place and she moved so fast he could barely keep up. Stopping her and pushing  her against her door he gave her a grin. “Slow down” he hummed. Leaning in and kissing her passionately.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily was just...well okay truth was she looked like trash. Haha. She wasn’t really wanting anyone to see her in this light. Yes it was 2:30 in the morning but they were in the city that never slept. It was the only thing keeping her moving so quickly. She didn’t even realize it until Khai pushed her against the door, hearing his voice and completely melting in the kiss. The taste of nicotine on her lips, making her kiss him back with just as much passion. “I’m- im so sorry i didn’t even realize-“ she said before not even excusing herself. Instead, she connected their lips again.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He just shook his head as she apologized and before he could speak they were kissing again. His hand moving to her ass as he squeezed gently. “Mmm” he hummed against her lips. His other hand resting on the door beside her head as he kept it going.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily smiled into the kiss, humming into it as she felt him squeeze her ass and she snickered into the kiss before finally pulling away. “I’m really sorry about that. I just- i look stupid.” She admitted to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Forgive me?”’She asked with puppy dog eyes.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’ll forgive you if you keep kissing me” he grinned. Kissing her again, slow softly pecks one after the other

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily smirked, leaning in and kissing him again. They were just outside her door and she heard her neighbor open their door, making her laugh. “Sorry.” She said to them, holding Khai still close as she used her hand to open the door, kissing him still and pulling him into her apartment.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He laughed as Emily apologized to her neighbor and kept kissing her. His hands traveling up her shirt as she unlocked the door. “Hurry” he hummed against her lips

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “I’m trying.” She said, laughing as she got them inside, kicking her door shut and pulling her shirt up and over her head. “We really about to not make it to the bed room?” She asked him, jumping up in his arms.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He laughed again as she pushed the door open and he licked his lips as she removed her shirt. Keeping his hand on her waist until she was fully wrapped around him in his arms. “Nope”’he hummed against her lips as he kissed her again. Carrying her until her back was pushed against the wall. “I want you now”

Emily She never had to do anything and she loved it. She literally looked so rough and Khai still wanted her. She connected their lips again, staying wrapped around him as she started to pull at his shirt, nibbling at his bottom lip.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He broke the kiss only long enough to remove his shirt and then reached between them to undo his pants. A soft hum passing his lips as he kissed her again. “How bad do you want me?” He asked with a low sultry voice

Emily “how bad do I want you?” She asked him, raising her brow as she tried to pull her shorts down but they only reached mid thigh. “Fuck...” she paused to look at him. “Finger me and you’ll find out.” She said aggressively, a chuckle passing her lips as she smirked .

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Of course his body was in the way of getting her shorts off.  But that was okay, because he fully obeyed her request. His fingers trailing over her folds as he felt her and then pushed his fingers deep into her. Fingering her slow as his thumb rolled around her clit. His lips moving to bite at her jaw

Emily Emily tried to balance herself, her shorts literally sitting mid thigh as she was wrapped around Khai, moaning as his fingers pushed into her. “Oh fuck!” She called out, arching her back as she relaxed to his touch. “je t'aime et tout de toi.” She smirked, biting her lip as she pulled on his hair.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He was kissing and biting at the soft skin of her neck as he continued to finger her. His strokes pushing faster and deeper as she spoke. “What?” he chuckled. “آپ کو وہ بچہ پسند ہے؟” he moaned

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Baby...” she moaned out as his strokes were deeper and faster. “I’m gonna cum...fuck.” She couldn’t even move her legs. That was the worst and best part of it all. It felt so good to her, she whined. “I- I said...” she couldn’t even get it out, cumming right into his hand, trying to catch her breath. “I said I love you and everything about you. But what...what did you say?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Hearing her words he moved his hand faster, pushing harder and deeper as he twitched his fingers inside of her. His thumb pressing firm to her clit as he worked on making her cum hard. “‘Mmm I love you too” he moaned softly after she came in his hand. Kissing her lips as he slowed his movements but kept going. “I asked if you liked it baby” he said softly against her lips. Kissing her slow as he kept fingering her.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily was not able to really keep still, her eyes of desperation as she was practically trapped against the door and him with her shorts holding her legs captive. “Take then off.” She whined, her nails digging into his shoulders as he continued to finger her. “I like it but...i wanna feel you closer.” She whined, rolling her hips against his fingers as she kissed his lips again.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ She was so sexy, and the fact she couldn’t move. It really turned him on. He shook his head no and hissed as her nails dug into his skin. “I’m gonna drive you crazy.” He said with a low tone. His fingers picking up pace again as they continued to kiss. “You like it... I’m right here” he moaned against her mouth. His tongue licking against the roof of her mouth as he twitched his fingers inside her again. “میرے لئے بچے آو”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily groaned, not really hating it but this did restrict her from feeling him against her, making her body quiver once more. “Fuck!” She hissed again, kissing his lips eagerly as she used her teeth to pull at his lips. “What did you say?” She asked him, throwing her head back again as her legs started to tremble again, feeling herself about to release again.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He was loving the way she bit at his lips. Moaning against her mouth as he kept going more and more. “I said cum for me baby” he growled. His lips moving to her chest as he kissed up her neck and bit against her jawline. “Fuck you’re so wet” he moaned. Pulling his fingers from her and turned her around to lean her over the couch. He slapped her ass as he pushed his pants down and lined himself up with her. His hands moving to hold her arms behind her back as he pushed into her. “میں تمہیں اتنی مشکل سے بھاڑ میں جا رہا ہوں”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily was so spent by Khai, it was not even funny. They literally were having some very eager sex. The cravings were so hard, making Emily easily cum into Khai’s hand right on command. Finally, he pulled her off the door but they only made it to the couch, her knees still parted as far as her shorts would let her. As soon as his hand made contact with her ass, an evil laugh emerged from her. “Fuck me daddy!” She groaned, lulling her head back into him as he slammed into her. “Ohhhh my fucking god you feel so good.” She groaned, breathlessly. “Please daddy. Tell me what you said.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He was so fucking hard for her his cock practically twitched inside of her. His body slamming into hers over and over. His wrapped his arms around her as she lulled back against him and he grabbed her breast. Squeezing and pinching at her nipples as he continued to bite at her neck. “Fuck baby” he growled against her skin. His body leaning back slightly for a deeper angle. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna squirt all over” he moaned. Pushing her forward again as he aggressively rammed into her round after round.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Holy shit, Khai!” She moaned out, gripping at the back of his hair as he slammed into her over and over again. Fuck, he was so sexy and the way he spoke to her, he knew he owned her body. Her hands followed his, feeling him touch all over her breast, which made her reach down, rubbing at her own clit. She knew he would punish her for this. She wanted it. As she hit the couch, her hands gripped the back, grunting as he pushed into her, feeling herself about to cum again. “Fuck, right there baby. Don’t you fucking stop! FUCK!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ This was probably the hardest he had ever fucked her. But he wanted her to know how intense he could get. She needed to know! She reached down to touch herself and of course he slapped her ass again. This time much harder. “Don’t fucking do that” he growled. She was already sensitive from cumming twice so he knew it was a struggle for her to not cum yet. He watched her grip the couch and he reached down to wrap his hand tightly around her neck. Cutting her air off completely as he squeezed her neck. “You gonna cum baby” he growled. His hips thrusting into her as he started to bottom out on her

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Ah!” She yelped, loving the sting of how hard he slapped her ass. He was rough. Very rough. But she was so turned on and craved him That much more. She wanted him to keep doing that so she moved to touch herself again but it was cut short. He soon was gripping at her neck, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her body started shaking and she squirt right on him, gasping for air. The feeling was exhilarating but she fucking loved it, her body convulsing as he fucked her. “God I fucking love you so fucking much daddy!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ The way he body shook and convulsed against him caused his own cum to shoot out of him. Growling through his gritted teeth as he pushed all the way into her and let his cock twitch out every last drop. He let go of her neck and leaned against her back. Kissing the back of her shoulder softly. “Are you okay!” he asked with a satisfied smile. Kissing her shoulder again before breathing out against her skin. “I love you too baby girl”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Am I okay?” She asked breathlessly, her body starting to relax as she felt his kisses against her skin. “I think...that was the best sex...we’ve had.” She said to him, her head still hang into her crossed arms on the back of the sofa, then turning her face to kiss him. “I’m fine baby. Thank you for checking.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her back and lifted her from the couch. Pulling out of her to turn her around and kiss her again. His tongue slowly caressing hers a he hummed softly. “I’m glad you think so. I love fucking you” he moaned.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She winced as he pullled out of her but let him turn her around, leaning in to kiss him back, humming with him. “I love when you fuck me.” She said back to him, kissing him soundly again as she let her tongue slide into his mouth before she pulled away. “That will at least tithe me over until you get back which is....when?” She asked him.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He closed his eyes melting into her kiss until he was pulling away and his forehead pressed to hers. “I’ll be back tomorrow night I do believe. But I have dinner plans after. So I guess Tuesday”’he said softly. His hands trailing up her sides as he leaned in to kiss her again. “God, you’re so intoxicating”’he hummed. Picking her up and setting her on the back of the couch as he pushed his body between her legs

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Okay. Not so bad after all.” She said to him, not asking any further questions. Trust. That was what this was all about. And she felt she was off to a good start hoping this made Khai happy. “I want a date.” She told him. “Like ice skating!” She smiled, moving up to the back of the couch, cupping his face as she continued kissing him. “Mmmm your lips today....I can taste the nicotine.”(edited)

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Not so bad” he repeated softly. Kissing her again. “Okay, we can do that”’he nodded. His hands moving up to push her hair back as he looked down at her. He knew she was being so strong right now, and honestly? It was a real turn on. Of course he knew he shouldn’t be making dinner plans or kissing other people. But he had to get any thoughts of anyone else out of his head. He had to! Maybe now wasn’t a good time to tell her about Shea, but he did promise he would tell her if he kissed or hooked up with anyone. “You like it?”’he asked humming against her lips. “I could use another right about now” he smiled

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Can i ask who the dinner plans are with?” He owed her That much. She really needed him to be honest with her. She didn’t like this whole taking a few steps back after she had just got him. But this was part of proving to her if he really wanted to be with her. “I do like it.” She told him. “I have an ash tray in my bed room if you want to use it.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He nodded his head and pulled back to kiss her forehead. “Okay, hold on. Imma grab it” he said. Pulling up his pants and going to grab the ashtray and his cigarettes before coming back. He pulled a Marlboro black from its pack and placed it between his lips before lighting it up and sitting on the couch. “Come here baby” he said, reaching for her as he took a drag. Letting the smoke exhale he looked into her eyes. “I’m having dinner with Roman. But it is not a date.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She fluttered her eyes shut as he kissed her head, waiting patiently for him to come back as she pulled her shorts off and just pulled up her underwear and threw her shirt back on. As he came back, she listened, leaning into him and then looked at him. “Okay. Anything else you need to tell me?” She said to him, giving him the opportunity to be honest. “Khai if you hook up with him....I’ll never forgive you.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He continued to smoke on his cigarette and leaned back into the couch. Placing the ashtray on his thigh as he looked over at her. “Yeah” he nodded. Taking another drag to calm his nerves as his other hand rested on her leg. “I kissed Shea” he said softly. Ashing his cigarette before taking another long drag. “Hooked up with him?” he said as he breathed out the smoke. “When would I have even had a chance?” he asked. A little surprised she said she would never forgive him.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “I don’t know Khai. He’s the guy you’re still in love with.” She shrugged. “I know you want me to trust you so at this rate, I’m putting my trust in not just you, but Roman too.” She raised her brows and then pushed her face into her hands. Kissing shea? Really? “Khai...” she said, her leg shaking as she tried to think. “No comment.” She said shaking her head because if she said anymore, it would turn into an argument and that’s the last thing she wanted. But it hurt. He did exactly what she was afraid he’d do.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’m always gonna love him, Emily. I think that’s a little unfair.” He knew she was hurt but he didn’t say anything more. He didn’t wanna fight either but he knew this was what he had to do. He needed to get these other people out of his thoughts and off his radar. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted to” he said honestly. “I love you though. Not him.” He took another drag before putting out his smoke and moving the ashtray. “Emily, I told you I would never cheat on you, and I know this is hard. I do, I get it, and I hate myself for it. But I’m fucked up. I’m trying to be what you want but I can’t do that as long as I’m bottling up what if’s.” Sure that probably didn’t help his argument.  But he wanted to be so honest. He was used to open relationships and he was happy with the freedom. It didn’t mean he wanted her any less. In fact he wanted her more

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily listened to him. Khai was no fool. He knew when he would hurt her. He knew when she was happy and he sure as hell knew when she was sad. However, what he just said: that was what she had been waiting for. That raw and open honesty. She barely got this last night at the hospital and it was likely because of the drugs. He knew how hard this was and he was actually understanding her position in all of this. “Khai.” She said lowly, and crawled into his lap, wrapping herself around him so tightly. “Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.” He was trying. He was finally proving what she had asked. Pulling back, she kissed him passionately, and then smiled back at him. “I know you hate saying it but damn it, Khai. I love you. I really love you.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He wrapped his arms around her as she crawled into his lap and he kissed her back slowly and intimately. Pulling back to look deep into her eyes. “I don’t hate saying it. I love you too” he replied. Leaning his head against hers and he breathed deeply. “Please don’t say you won’t forgive me. I need you”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She pressed her forehead to his and then chuckled. “Ok my bad. Saying it so much.” She laughed, getting serious as he kissed her back and she looked right into his eyes. She knew there was not a bone in her that couldn’t forgive him. No matter if she tried. Cupping his face, she nodded. “I’m sorry. I was...In my feelings. I should not have said that.” She told him honestly. “You have my heart, Malakhai Ozera. I’m yours and I can’t wait to be your girl again.” She said happily, kissed him again, passionately before turning around and picking up another cigarette. “Shot gun?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Don’t ever apologize for that” he said softly. Kissing her again before looking into her eyes. “I know, it’s okay. I just... I don’t wanna lose you. I know it’s hard to be with me right now. But you are my girl. You’re the one I come back to every time.” He watched her grab a cigarette and chuckled softly. “You wanna shot gun a cig?” he asked with a raised brow. “You sure?”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily nodded, loving that he was finally understanding her stand point. She was starting to wonder if he ever would. “It may be hard Khai, but I’m still here. No matter how mad you make me, you can ask loren, I never let go. Loren, he praises us all the time and keeps me in line. He sees the love between us. So i know what we have is real and it’s strong.” She said to him, biting her lip. “You’re my person, Khai.” She teared up, smiling. “Like, you’re all I want in a man. Flaws and all. You’re mine.” She covered her face, trying to stop the tears and cleared her throat. “Ehemm yes.” She said, pointing to the cig. “I wanna try it.”(edited)

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Khai’s eyes started to tear up as he watched her. Her words meaning so much to him. That’s all he ever wanted, someone to stay and not leave him. He wanted to be enough and he was trying to be. It was never about double standards or hurting her for him. He was honestly just a mess. He leaned in and kissed her again before nodding his head. “Okay,  but don’t say I didn’t warn you” he smiled.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily saw him tear up which let her know he understood every word. It was in these moments, not much more needed to be said. They had a bond That could not be broken. Smiling, she kissed him back and then she nodded. “I’ll choke. I’m sure but let’s try it.” She snickered. “I’m ready.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up inhaling deeply. Using his finger he motioned for her to come closer and he blew her a shot gun right between her lips

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She inhaled, a little sharply but not trying to do it like she would weed. Weed it was a lot easier. However, this stung. She leaned back, coughing a little bit smiling as she blew the smoke out. “Wow.” She laughed, tucking her head in the crook of his neck. “I liked it.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He watched her and smiled as she coughed softly. Wrapping his arm around her as she tucked her face into his neck. “Yeah?” He asked. “You looked so sexy” he complimented. Kissing her head before continuing to smoke the cigarette

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She could lay like this forever. Right in his hold. She brought her arms up, wrapping loosely around his neck as she watched him smoke the cigarette. Damn he looked so good. “If there’s one habit I don’t want you to kick, it’s this.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He laughed looking at her and shook his head. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. Or weed” he said honestly. “I’m too addicted to the burn”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ She pulled her face towards him, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. “And I’m addicted to your kisses because of it.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Oh that’s why huh?” He asked with a chuckle. “Here you finish it” he said handing her the half smoked cigarette

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily looked up at her lover, and then at the cigarette. Could she even do this? She was such a rookie. But she brought it to her mouth, taking a hit and blowing out the smoke, smiling up at him as she finished it off and sitting up to put it in the ashtray. “Done.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He watched her with a smile until his phone chimed in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it sending a couple texts back and forth before putting it away. “I should probably go” he said. His eyes looking a bit sad

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Is it Landon?” She asked, knowing they were looking to meet up soon. She took a deep breath and crawled out of his lap. It sucked to see him go but she knew hed be back soon. “Have fun.” She said with a light smile. “I’ll miss you.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “No, it’s not” he said shaking his head. “I just need to get some sleep before I meet up with him.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “I mean...do you have to leave now?” She asked, her eyes growing sad. “Can’t you just...sleep here?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He looked at her with his eyes tearing up. “I’m sorry” he said shaking his head. “Yeah, I can. I just need a minute.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Khai what is it?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “It’s nothing... just... Roman. It’s fine” he said. Clearing his throat and swallowing back tears. “It’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m gonna stay. Okay”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily pulled khai’s face to hers. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?” She knew how much roman meant to him so she wanted to be there for him.(edited)

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ She pulled his face to hers and he just lost it. Pressing his forehead to hers with his eyes closed as his tears fell. “It’s fine... really” he choked out

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Khai, I know how much he means to you. You can talk to me. Look at how upset you are, baby. What’s wrong?” She held him, rubbing his back. “I’ll just listen. Talk to me.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I don’t... I don’t wanna... talk about it” he hyperventilated. Just holding her and trying to relax

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Okay she wasn’t going to force it out of him but it broke her heart to see him this way. “Come here baby.” She said, lying down with him on the couch, holding him close and pulling a blanket over them both. “I’ve got you, okay. I don’t know what happened but I’m here. I love you.” She told him, kissing his forehead, and wiping his tears as she pressed her forehead to his.(edited)

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I don’t wanna... be this upset. I’m really sorry. I am” he said laying against her. “I’m just... I’m never... enough for him” he cried more. “Fuck... stop it Khai” he told himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Oh that hurt her. Not her but to hear him say something so silly about himself. She cupped his face and looked him dead in the eye. “You listen to me Malakhai. You ARE enough. Do you hear me? That’s his loss. Not yours. You will ALWAYS be enough. Remember what I just told you? You are everything I want in a man. You ARE enough for me. Your flaws, your pros, your cons, your smile, your laugh, your cry. You ARE enough. If he turned the cheek, that’s on him baby. That’s not on you.” She kissed his forehead, pulling him close. “I’m so sorry Khai but don’t ever talk like that. I love you.” She would say it a million times to let him know how special he was to her.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He held onto her and just cried. He hated crying over him in front of her or even in her arms. But he couldn’t help it, he did love him, and it hurt so bad. Her words did make him feel better, he loved her too. But he didn’t know what to say. He just cried until he felt asleep

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