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[jarofstyles]

Illicit 8

A/N: Hi ducklings! here is illicit 8. It's a bit shorter bc- being honest- I didn't put as much smut in this series as first intended and we needed to see more, and the next part is going to be a bit more action packed. I will definitely be doing blurbs and extras for them to fill in blanks for you guys

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WC- 2.3k

Warnings- mentions of mental illness, stalking, smut, breeding kink/ mention of cumplay

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“There you go, my sweet girl.” His raspy voice made her shudder in combination of his cock pressing into her and stretching her open. After a night with their friends, Harry had been the needy one, dragging her out and bringing them home to take her the way he wanted. She had been a tease in that dress and he had been quick to rip it off and toss her like a rag doll onto the bed. “Feel that stretch, yeah? Feels good in such a tight cunt.” His nose brushed against hers, smiling to himself at the feeling. “Always feels so fucking good.”

It was addictive. It had always been with them, since their first time, but it only grew every day. He’d never imagined he could love someone so fully, so wholly, but he did. More love than he ever gathered possible seeped out of his skin and tried to sink into her with every time he touched her. She reacted to every single kiss, every brush of his fingers. Being in tune with someone like this had shocked him- but he loved it. 

“Fuck.” Y/N’s head rolled back, neck exposed as his lips trailed down to the silky, delicate skin. It was hard to concentrate on anything when he was making her so full, his lips moving down and leaving hot kisses to the sensitive skin to make her whine. “You fill me so.. so good.” She exhaled, fingers tangled in his hair. Skin against skin always made her feel some type of way, but it was becoming glaringly obvious as months went by that any sort of sex with Harry was more meaningful and intense than anything she’d experienced in the past. 

“Little fuckin’ tease, S’what you are.” He nipped her throat, groaning slightly when he felt her hips buck at the feeling. His sweet girl liked a tiny tinge of pain that he was always happy to deliver. “Put on that dress jus’ so I could take you home and fill you up.” It was ridiculous how easily she could work him up. It was like the woman had a step by step guide on how to make his belly hot and his cock hard, but then her sweetness and giggles made his heart swell and turned him into someone insatiable. After spending a lifetime thinking the only sort of love he was going to have would be for money and power, she had side swept everything off the table and become the centerpiece in his heart. 

“Always want you to take me home and fill me.” She breathed, legs tightening around his waist. “Think- think people were taking pictures of us.” Her breathing caught as he delved his cock in deep, grinding against her as he was stuffed to the brim inside her needy pussy. It was so wet, weeping for him to keep her full, and he was a man who liked to deliver to her. Her words made him smirk. 

“Good.” His head tilted up, letting their swollen mouths brush. “I want them all to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours. No more hiding you. I refuse to keep you hidden when you’re the one I love.” He breathed, placing a kiss on her lips as he pulled out to shallowly thrust back into her. “Cause I love you so much, and you’re going t’be my wife. Gonna be the one to carry my babies and make me a father…” 

He surely felt her clench up at that, her breathing catching in her throat as he spoke like that. She couldn’t exactly explain why, but the knowledge that he wanted her forever- that he was planning on keeping her all to himself and giving her the most intimate and special gift he could? It fueled something in her. Her body got hit over the fact that she was going to be the one to give him children. Fuck Katherine, fuck her leaking their photos, Y/N was the one that was going to win. She already had. Harry was balls deep, inside her guts, telling her he loved her and wanted to marry her and give him babies. What else could she possibly want? 

“Ooohhh… look at that.” He cooed, pulling out and giving a bit of a harder thrust. “Baby likes that, hm? Like knowing M’gonna keep you forever? That you own my heart and soul…. Mm, that I’m going to…” he smirked against her lips, words pausing for a second as the pleasure of her heat wrapped around him felt a tad bit overwhelming. “M’gonna keep cumming in you, all with the hope that I knock you up?” Maybe it wasn’t exactly ethical but sometimes… The man hoped that they’d be in the 0.1% that had a pregnancy despite birth control. “Cause I think about it every single day.” The last three words were spaced with kisses. 

“You do?” She breathed, eyes lulling as she rocked herself against him as he fucked into her. It felt like she was submerged in a warm bath, full and complete with hazy vision and muddy hearing of anything other than them as he nodded. His eyes were full of promise, of a heat she hadn’t realized riled her up so much. Harry didn’t lie to her, he didn’t say shit for the fuck of it. If he was saying it- he meant it. 

“I do.” He chuckled. “I think about it every time I finish inside of you and watch my cum drip out of you. S’why I push myself back in, keep it there for a little while. Sometimes it’s why I keep going and end up making a second, third round. My body keeps telling me… my heart, they tell me to knock you up, sweetheart.” He crooned, hooking his thumb over her chin and pulling her lips open so he could lick into her mouth as he fucked into her with a little more fervor. It wasn’t just Y/N that liked this talk. He was hot under his skin. 

“Think about my ring on your finger and adding my last name to your first… I think about you swollen with my baby, having a piece in me as you walk around. Want you to be known as mine. Let them take those pictures because… it’s going to be so fucking obvious when you’re on my arm, your belly round with my baby in it. Fuck.” He let out a shaky moan before he adjusted,‘spreading her legs out further. “Every fucking day, I hope it catches. Hope that you forget… gives me a chance to fuck my load into you n’give you my baby. My pretty little future wife.” 

Y/N mewled at the words, her tummy sparking with the way he was fucking into her and the added arousal. They could hear she was getting sloppy and wet from the talk, but Harry had always been masterful at words when it came to her. He’d been able to manage to completely unravel her with whispers. She wanted it desperately. The knowledge he loved her that much, was so proud of having her and protective? It was one of the hottest things a man could do. 

“I want it.” She whispered. “I want you to marry me and- and I want your last name and ring…. Please,‘I want your babies.” Her fingers tugged him down and smeared her lips against his as she tried to kiss him the best she could- but it was hard as his thrusts were deep and rustling her on the bed. “M’yours. She-she played pretend but I want your babies. I want them all to know I’m yours, H. Please.” The slight tug on his hair made him growl. 

“M’going to baby. Gonna get you properly bred, fuck my baby into you and… and gonna make sure everyone knows your mine. Make an announcement, tell them all. I don’t care, I want everyone to know.” 

It still astounded him how possessive he managed to be over a lover. It had been a direct change to what he’d known prior. There was an overwhelming need to make sure she and everyone around them would know that he held the key to her heart- but even more so? She held the key to his. No- she held the beating organ, bloody in her hand. It belonged to her. A flip had been switched and he’d understood what all those people talked about in movies and songs, that all encompassing fuzzy feeling in his body when he thought about how much he loved her. Love, romantic love, an emotion he’d never thought he could feel before. Y/N had changed his life in more way than she’d ever know, and now he wanted to build that life into something even greater. 

“Jus’ lay there for me and let me practice putting a baby in you.” He crooned, buried to the hilt inside of her weeping hole. “Cause m’not gonna stop at one. Gonna give you as many as I can.”

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In the bliss of a messy, orgasm filled night- Y/N should be completely boneless and at ease. And to be fair, she mostly was, but that little inkling of unease that had been in her gut since Katherine had gone missing. It was hard to be comfortable knowing she had broken into their safe space not just once, but twice. At least that they’d known of. Their privacy had been invaded and despite the measures Harry took to make sure there were no future break ins, it still had her a bit on edge. 

Moving in for real had helped a lot, knowing that there was now real security in the elevators and outside the doors, even having made friends with the one that was stationed in their foyer. But it was just difficult for her not to be a bit jumpy, rechecking locks and closing curtains even when she knew there was no way someone could see in. While she didn’t think Katherine was actually going to hurt anyone originally, having everything stripped from you and nothing to lose was a dangerous thing. The worry was more so for Harry than herself. The man was not as cautious about his own safety as he was hers and it made her anxious. 

Having a confident man was nice, but she didn’t want that confidence to turn into delusion. Harry had been the catalyst to her downfall and she knew it wasn’t something a woman desperately clinging to the validation she no longer had would take too nicely. 

“It’s been too quiet.” Y/N said against Harry’s bare chest, fingers fiddling with his necklace as he played with her hair. “I’m getting nervous.”

“I don’t know where she’s hiding, but they will find her, baby.” Harry promised, turning to kiss her forehead. He needed them to. He couldn’t propose on good conscience without her behind bars. “I’ve got people looking for her.” Maybe hiring PIs was a bit much but he didn’t like the idea of not knowing where the woman was. She was unhinged enough to break into their home, who knew what else she would do. His reservations mostly followed the idea of Y/N being hurt. He had a good idea on how to take care of himself but his Y/N was a gentle soul. She wouldn’t like any sort of violent confrontation and god knew that Harry would lose his head at the mere idea of someone hurting his love. 

“I know you do.” She mumbled, burying her face into his neck and inhaling his scent. Soap from their shower the night prior, a little bit of sweat considering she was all over him at night, and cigarette. He’d had a smoke in his office before coming back to bed to wake her up. “I’m not one to call people crazy, especially women, but I don’t think she’s well mentally, H.” There was that tinge of guilt in her stomach, though she knew it wasn’t her fault. Realistically, Harry had made the decision to get with her out of the fact that it wasn’t a real relationship. It had been a means to an end and he’d never sugar coated a thing with the girl- there was no sugar coating when it came to this man. “I just hope maybe she’s checked into a mental health rehab or something. I know she relied a lot on validation and superficial things. Maybe she understands how finite those things are and she needs to look deeper?” 

Unlikely, but Y/N was an optimistic, sparkling woman who looked on the bright side. How did she ever end up with cynical, pessimistic Harry? He’d never understood but thanked the skies every day for. His bright sunshine in the cloudy recesses of his mind. 

“I hope so too, baby.” He sighed, pulling her back to lay flat on top of him, pulling the blankets over their forms to trap the body heat in. She ran cool and he made sure to keep her warm as best he could. “I wish I could say I see that as an option, but I don’t. People don’t just change that quickly.” At least, not in that way. He was being a bit hypocritical considering his world had entirely tilted on it’s axis when he met Y/N but he never claimed not to be one. “I’ve got eyes all over the city so I’ll know when she comes back in or if she crawls out of whatever hole she’s been hiding in so far. I’m going to make sure you’re safe at all times, okay?” His voice was the type of soft it only got when they were alone, the truth in it making her relax a bit more. 

“Okay, H.” Her lips brushed over the hair on his chest, pecking right over his beating heart. That was all that mattered to her.  Even in the moment of peace, the lingering unease didn’t disappear completely. The girl just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She just didn’t know what.

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[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 2,212

Warnings | +18, Yandere , MC has devouring thoughts, Stockholm syndrome, smut, intense blowjob, manipulation, Jungkook is obsessed with her, she now thinks only of him

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Here is the seventh chapter of Happy Ending, the next one will be the last, but fear not, I have a surprise for you ❤

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @douknowbts, @aiiselle90210, @fewercascade , @mageprincess7, @m00njinnie

Taglist is open!

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

It was Jungkook, Y/N would have recognized the sound of his boots from miles away, she sensed the footsteps stop right in front of her door, her wide eyes waited, she wished Jungkook would enter the room, but that did not happen, to her disappointment the footsteps continued far beyond her room, and ended up inside Jungkook's master bedroom. The same room she should have shared with the boy long ago now. A worm took possession of her mind, undecided whether to listen to him or not, she waited ten minutes, then twenty, then half an hour, until she jerked up, jerking the covers away from herself. "That's enough, he was the one who wanted me here, he can't behave like this," she thought, coming barefoot into the hallway. She walked slowly on the carpet, looking for any excuse that would allow her to run back and return to her room, but she found no good excuse and finally found herself already in front of the boy's bedroom. She took a breath before lowering the brass doorknob, fortunately for her it did not creak and allowed her to enter in complete and deafening silence. The kidnapping was long forgotten in the girl's head; she would take her place in Jungkook's bed, even if it meant killing any other woman with her own hands.

She closed the door behind her and began to make her way to the vacant seat on the left side, Jungkook seemed to be sleeping soundly and consequently gained more self-confidence, slipped under the soft sheets and settled there. Now accustomed to the darkness, she scrutinized the sleeping face of the young man in every detail, the closed eyes gave an innocent air to the beautifully drawn face, the distended forehead had a few unruly strands on it, and only the lips were softly rippled in a pout that the girl found adorable. She licked her lips, feeling a desire to taste the boy's, so she got closer, so close that she could breathe the same air as Jungkook. With bright irises she descended to his pouty lips, where shortly afterwards she deposited hers in a very light, velvety caress. She found herself falling in love once more, now that she looked at him with different eyes even that small, chaste kiss pleased her, wishing she could give him another, and she did.

A dark and increasingly thirsty flower had finally bloomed, with gnarled roots firmly planted in her heart.

The girl did not know it, but Jungkook had been awake the whole time, silently accepting those attentions that gave him the proof he was looking for. He pretended that he was still in his sleep, stretched his arms out in the direction of the girl, who stiffened when she was enveloped by the boy, who held her loosely on his cozy chest, she feared that she had woken him up, but the boy gave no other sign, under Jungkook's warm breath and enveloped in his warmth, Y/N fell asleep, finally more serene.

The next morning Jungkook woke up pleasantly rested, he noticed after a few seconds the strange cluster of legs and arms crossed with his better half. Y/N was still sleeping, and this time it was his turn to study her relaxed and heedless face. He licked his lips, still feeling the young woman's lips joining his in chaste kisses, which had the effect of making them tingle, and thinking about it for a few seconds, Jungkook found it fitting to return the favor. He crawled slightly lower, coming up to the level of Y/N's face, and slowly teased her lips with his, feeling their softness before resting them completely, in a tender kiss that was soon followed by another, and another. Y/N's eyelids trembled slightly, before opening and fluttering a little to get used to the sunlight, astounded by the pressure she felt at her lips, she widened her eyes when she realized that Jungkook was kissing her, one of his strong hands was gripping her side, another was holding her head, and closing her eyes she let him.

"Good morning," he said, after giving her one last kiss, and at that point Y/N stared at him wordlessly, it had been a long time since she had heard his smooth, light voice, now arched with sleep, she felt her stomach squirm in butterflies. "G-Good morning to you," she replied, embarrassed. She tried to flinch, untangling their perfectly joined legs, but Jungkook would not let her. "Um... I should go to the bathroom," mumbled the girl. "Is it the truth or do you just want to run away?" That question froze Y/N, who turned her head away, Jungkook forced her to look at him. "You are in my bed and I did not force you...did you miss me, my love?" Those words were enough to break the levees, the girl burst into tears catching Jungkook unprepared, he lifted himself up so he could hold her better, stroking her hair. "Ah, so that's it, is it? My little girl needed company, my own?"

Y/N wrinkled her own face on Jungkook's smooth skin, soaking his neck with tears that made the boy smile sadistically, Taehyung was right, now his tender little flower depended entirely on the shade of the big tree not to burn under the sun's rays. "Why haven't you spoken to me these days?" she sobbed, "Not even a glance." Jungkook inhaled her sweet scent, "I did it for your needs, you didn't want me around, am I right?" he feigned a naiveté in his tone that did not belong to him, the young woman shook her head. "I-I thought you didn't want me around anymore, that you were spending time with another woman," her voice cracked on the last word, laying bare all her fears. Jungkook moved away just enough to take her face between his palms, wiped a scarlet cheek with his thumb and stared straight into her watery eyes, "Another woman?" he asked with an ever-widening smile, he had expected an increasing demand for attention, but he had not counted that jealousy would arise as well, he thought it was still too early, but he had to think again. Y/N was really perfect for him.

He kissed her with transport, licking away the salty tears that slid down the girl's face and immediately demanding access to her mouth, which she gladly allowed. Y/N accepted that kiss like a drug addict, let Jungkook settle between her legs and gave him permission to plunder her mouth as he saw fit, enjoying the softness of his hair that she squeezed between her fingers, causing the man to shudder as he pushed his chest against the girl's tender and modestly covered one. "How could I spend time with another woman, when in my thoughts only you exist?" he left a trail of wet kisses on the girl's jaw, following that line up to her neck, which he took care to mark with small bites and light suctions. "I didn't know what else to think," the woman sighed as she closed her eyelids, arching against his lips, which rubbed against her covered breasts. "Do you want to be mine forever?" he took a nipple into his mouth, moistening her blouse as well, "Do you want me, Y/N?" he asked with a bite more voracious than the previous ones. The girl had long forgotten all her fears and warnings not to give in, not to let him go that far. In her mind there was now only Jungkook. It was with a groan that she responded, sending the boy's brain into a frenzy as he pressed one of her thighs against his hip, pressing his boxer-covered hardness directly against the young girl's heated intimacy concealed by her panties.

"Yes! I want to be yours… I want you," she huffed in a whisper, Jungkook lifted his deep dark eyes to hers. "Why don't you show me, Y/N?" he asked in a voice full of desire. Y/N squared him with confusion, what did he mean? "I… what?" Jungkook's eyes shone with something the girl could not quite define. Jungkook took one of her hands, bringing it slowly between their bodies, Y/N flushed when her palm came in contact with his throbbing, stiff erection, she went into a daze, beginning to shake her head. "I've never done that, I don't know how..." she swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. Jungkook stole a kiss from her, "I'll teach you, that's what I'm here for, love," he whispered on her lips, gently accompanying her hand inside his boxers.

Y/N let herself be guided with curiosity, she had never had the opportunity to touch a man really, she had always had to settle for the racy videos, but this was on a whole other level. She touched surprised something very velvety but at the same time hard, Jungkook lifted himself up by removing his underwear completely to allow her more maneuvering and the girl's eyes widened, it was huge. The pinkish, shiny tip already had moist, pearly drops on the slit, drops that the boy pushed all over the rest of his veiny cock, holding just long enough to give each other a few strokes, "You have to do this, love, can you do it?" he asked affectionately, the girl nodded, enraptured by his movements. Her eyes did not detach for a moment from the glorious length, which made her clitoris quiver and throb, she got down on her knees on the bed and carefully and gently took his cock in her hands, it was heavy and thick, she began her tentative strokes all along his erection, finding the sensation pleasurable, as Jungkook's cock became moistened with the clear liquid, Y/N felt more and more proud and aroused, the boy's low, hoarse moans soon invaded the room, as did the sound of his hips pushing against her hand desperately.

She tightened her legs, trying to satisfy the continuous pleasurable throbbing of her intimacy, not without effort. Jungkook, on the other hand, was in heaven, he continued to thrust between Y/N's hands, tense and captive to a pleasure that started from his lower abdomen and spread throughout his body, with a firmer grip of the girl a small scream choked in his throat. God, she was driving him crazy. "Baby, concentrate on the tip," he moaned, collapsing lying on the bed, trembling at the fulfilled request, Y/N ran her thumb several times over the slit from which more and more precum was leaking. "Do you like it?" she asked with heavy breathing, Jungkook lost himself in those tremendously innocent eyes and a rush stronger than the others invaded him. "Do I like it?" laughed Jungkook breathlessly, "Fuck, I want to come in your mouth," he sighed without thinking. Y/N thought about it for a while, observed the increasingly swollen and hard cock, it had taken on a more scarlet and forbidden coloration, she found herself licking her lips. She could try it.

She lowered herself onto the tip, experimentally licking that sensitive and erogenous area, Jungkook's eyes widened, stiffening. Y/N continued to collect in her mouth the small beads of cum that his cock released with each stroke, it was not bad, only slightly salty and she decided to dare more, went down slightly on the length, encompassing a few more inches and sucked, careful not to touch that delicate skin with the tip of her teeth, Jungkook watched in shock as the girl began to move down and up on his cock with her mouth, his pelvis began to move reflexively, desperate for an orgasm, so it was that the girl had to fight to follow the boy's much faster pace, trying not to choke.

She licked his length over and over again, often concentrating on a very sensitive area just below the tip, lulled by the boy's increasingly lustful moans, she even helped herself with her hand where she could not reach. Suddenly a jet of cum hit her directly in the throat, she tried to take deep breaths with her nose so as not to run out of oxygen, but Jungkook grabbed her by the hair, quickly pushing between her soft lips that teased the now sensitive skin even more, Jungkook finished cumming through clenched teeth, holding his breath himself, stricken by a pleasure he could not remember ever feeling. He finally let loose Y/N, who rose up with bated breath, swallowed the last traces of cum on her tongue, and fell wearily into the exhausted sheets. She was tired, but the sight of Jungkook overwrought and sweating with one arm covering his glazed eyes filled her with joy, then everything slowly went black.

The boy turned toward her, he watched her slowly close her eyes, then fall asleep, tired and tried from that blowjob that Jungkook would never forget. He got up with no small effort, his legs were still trembling under the weight of his orgasm, but that did not stop him from taking his sweet and good girl in his arms, carrying her back to the soft pillows, and then covering her with the sheet, she deserved a few more hours of rest, he thought, placing a kiss on her forehead.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts yandere smut #yandere bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere #yandere jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #jeon jungkook x reader

[supercap2319]

stefan salvatore male reader where the reader is Caroline's" brother " where he fell in love with Stefan but he only had eyes for Elena but they became friends and when stelena reações the end Stefan and the reader has his chance, from friends to lovers (Stefan has feelings for him and everyone noticed) the reader is a heretic and was transformed by Katherine along with his sister.

Things were never the same for Y/N Forbes when the handsome and mysterious Stefan Salvatore came into town. He was the new guy that everyone wanted, especially his sister, Caroline. His sister was known for getting any guy that she wanted, so to see Stefan reject his sister for Elena Gilbert was surprising.

Y/N tried to make nice with Stefan in a non-homoerotic way during football practice. Stefan was making it very hard not to pop any boners when he looked so good in his football gear. Then Stefan's older brother came into town. Damon was the bad boy with blue eyes and leather jacket, and even though he was very sexy, he was too much of an asshole for Y/N's taste, but not for his sisters.

Little did Y/N know that Damon was using and abusing his sister. Using her for sex and for her blood as a vampire. Something he wouldn't understand until later on as he and Stefan were just friends as he watched in suffering silence.

Although there was one time Y/N got into his mom's whiskey and he drunkenly called Stefan and invited him over to his house to sleep with him, but Stefan set the record straight. "Y/N, you're a really cool guy, but you and me, it's not gonna happen."

Y/N tried not to feel hurt by that, but he understood. A couple of months later he and Caroline were in a car crash with Matt and Tyler as Damon gave them some of his blood, and Elena for some reason killed them by smothering their faces with pillows.

That's when Y/N realized that he was turned into a vampire, more specifically, a heretic. He never knew about his witch side, and apparently he somehow activated his genetic maker as a siphoner to become a heretic. That's when Stefan taught him to control his bloodlust and suddenly all those feelings of hurt and anger for the older vampire were replaced by an intense fire of rekindled love.

And with threats like Katherine Pierce and the Originals trying to find the Doppelgänger aka Elena Gilbert. Y/N was going to be used as a sacrifice for Klaus's curse breaking ritual, but instead, Elena's Aunt Jenna was killed instead. Later on, Elena was turned into a vampire as she realized that she was having feelings for Damon, and soon they were broken up.

That's when Y/N decided to help Stefan. Be there for him. As a friend, but perhaps this was his chance as they shared a dance at senior prom. "Then how does anyone ever seem to move on?" Stefan asked as he spun Y/N in a circle.

"I don't know. I think someday you'll meet someone new... And fall madly in love. And you'll have moved on without even realizing it." Y/N said, as they looked into each other's eyes.

And from then on, Y/N and Stefan were close as close can be. Especially, when Y/N thought he was gone forever after he was killed by a traveler inside Tyler's body. That's when Y/N decided to tell Stefan that he was still in love with him. "Stefan, I realized something about myself when I thought you were gone. I realized that even though you said that we could never happen, I just wanted to let you know that I've always been in love with you. And I don't understand how Elena could let an amazing person like you slip through her fingers and–"

Stefan cut him off with a kiss as he looked at him and smiled. "Y/N Forbes, I think I've liked you from day one. I just couldn't admit it to myself that Elena and I were over, but I think I want you instead. I guess a part of me always did."

They kissed once again as everyone was either happy for them like Caroline, or unhappy like Elena.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #stefan salvatore #paul wesley #stefan salvatore x male reader #paul wesley x male reader #witch gilbert

[kasagia]

you can make a one-shot for klaus mikaelson very much in love with y/n based on the song i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys (you can do it from klaus's point of view)

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Katherine's sister! reader Summary: Over the ages, Klaus finally matures to admit that he has fallen in love with you, Katherine Pierce's sister. However, can you two be more than occasional "once in a century" one-night stands? Can he be yours, and you only his? Nonsense from me: So sorry it took me so long. I hope You like it. <;3 Warning(s): the reader is afraid of relationships and commitments; Klaus loves the reader, but it takes 400 years for him to realize it; violence; blood; curses; and so on Word count: ???(9k)???(I don't know why and when it became so long, and I'm a little nervous that it's such a long tapeworm)

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust

It started very innocently, like any real apocalypse or nightmare. Klaus didn't even realize when Y/N Petrova—the sister of the cold bitch, pain in the ass, and one and only Katherine Pierce—stole his heart.

Yes. She stole it. Klaus did not believe that he would willingly give her the meager remnants of his humanity (even if he hated them).

He could easily have been hiding his unwanted desire for centuries. Occasional encounters with the younger Petrova, their accidental, intense trysts, and once-in-a-century one-night stands, were completely enough to quench his thirst for this diabolical, dangerous woman.

But since their paths met again in Mystic Falls (while searching for a cure for vampirism), Klaus wanted more.

He desperately sought her slightest attention. He followed her around the city like a shadow. He stayed with her as much as he could, even giving her access to his cure research and telling her what he did know about it… well, part of it - Mikaelson can't trust the devil's sister. But everything he was doing since she arrived was just for Y/N to find her way back to his bed again.

He needed to vent his lust to Y/N. He was sure that after one night together he would revert to his murderous habits and continue his ruthless fight for the cure without the (delightfully tempting and beautiful) distractions around him. He was wrong. Terrible wrong.

Her warmth, touch, scent, the softness of her skin, the wonderful moans that lingered in his mind, the delighted look on her blissful post-orgasmic face, and the soothing weight of her body on his as she fell peacefully asleep were like a nercotic to Klaus.

He needed more.

He needed more of her. He would take from her everything she could give him. Even if it was her hate, anger, frustration, or just pure physical desire. Even if being with her was leading to his downfall. She was a siren, and he willingly fell for her alluring song like a foolish pirate.

And now, lying with Y/N in his arms, as he tenderly combed her hair after a passionate night they spent together, he couldn't get the one stupid, irritatingly frequent thought out of his mind.

He wanted to be hers.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust

He remembered the day when their mutual interest in each other turned into something more. (At least on his side.)

Y/N and Katerina were hiding from the originals in Venice. Klaus and his brother, thanks to their vampires, found the sisters there. So under the cover of night, masks on their faces, they mingled with the celebrating crowd.

Klaus sensed her before he saw her.

The scent of her sweet perfume hit his nostrils, enforcing his determination to find the fleeing vampire. He had to find her. Now.

He made his way through the crowd of people, searching among the masks and bodies for the one person who, despite such blatant betrayal, could easily soothe his anger with one banal kiss.

He remembered clearly one day teasing Elijah that he was starting to care about Katerina. He had no idea then that the younger Petrova was already paving the way to his cold, dead heart. Or that Y/N had him wrapped around her little finger. Klaus laughed bitterly, remembering his old words. "We do not feel and we do not care, Elijah." What would his former self think of him if it saw him chasing the slightest trace of the woman who had thwarted his plans to become a hybrid? What would he say if it came out that all Klaus wants to do now with the youngest Petrova is kiss the living hell out of her and lock her in his arms forever?

And when he saw her. On a gondola in the middle of one of the rivers, when her night-black mask concealed her beautiful face and eyes, which sparkled in the light of torches and lanterns floating above the water, he felt something he hadn't felt for a very long time and was very frightened to admit to himself...

For these eyes, many men have completely lost their minds. Suddeny, she looked in his direction, subconsciously sensing that she was being watched. And in this moment, when their eyes met, Klaus knew that, like those unfortunate fools before him, he too was lost forever. It takes her one look to make him forget his main goal.

In a second, he was on the other side of the river. He was standing on the pier, waiting for her gondola to reach the shore.

"Hello, love." he said, extending his hand to help her out. With incredible grace, she stood next to him, completely ignoring his gesture. He smiled. That's what he loved about her. Stubborn, steadfast independence.

"Klaus. I guess you're not here for food and music?" he smiled involuntarily, ignoring her feigned hostile tone as her irises met his again.

"I much prefer beautiful views. But you're right, my main goal was not to enjoy the festival. I had… completely different plans."

"With my sister? I can assure you that I'm much better company than Katerina. We may have… a different kind of play together. Much more pleasurable." she said with a seductive smile, blinking her eyelashes innocently as her hand played with the sleeve of his coat, occasionally touching the skin of his rough palm with her soft fingertips.

Another reminder of how different they were from each other.

"Are you trying to distract me so your lovely sister can run away again?"

"You tell me…" Y/N took a step towards him, pressing her chest against his. She licked her lips, drawing his heavy, watchful gaze. "Am I a good distraction, my lord?" she whispered, leaning closer to him so that their noses were touching.

Klaus had never been this close to her lips... but he couldn't afford to indulge in his darkest desires. Not like this - thanks to a cunning plan hatched by the Petrova siblings.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, love…" he responded quietly, slipping his hands into her hair. And when their lips would finally meet after century of chasing, he pushed her a decent distance away from him. Y/N gasped in outrage as she nearly bumped into the crates with fruits behind her. "You should be careful, or you'll get burned because of it someday. And know when and on whom to use those sweet eyes of yours, which can work, but only on lesser men. Now get away with Katerina before I change my mind."

Without waiting for her response, he headed in the opposite direction, leaving the young vampire behind. But Y/N wouldn't let him go that easily.

"You won't fool me! Not about that!" He turned to her, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Klaus was doing his best to hide from the woman in front of him his stupid fondness for her. He was the original vampire, a hybrid, and the most powerful and fearsome being on this earth. He couldn't have a weakness, much less a simple woman who had tricked him, escaped, and ruined his plans. But all he could do was stand there and watch her in fascination as she got angrier with every step closer to him. "I see desire in your eyes every time you look at me. You want me, and that's why you're playing cat and mouse with us, but you know what? I'm tired of taking orders. From Katerina, you, and others who best know what I should do."

"So? What are you going to do, love?" he asked, smiling maliciously in challenge. He was genuinely curious to see where the young vampire's frustration and fury might lead him today. She must have had a good argument with her sister before he got here. Otherwise, she would never touch him.

Y/N used her vampire-speed and pinned him to the wall of one of the buildings.

They stared into each other's eyes, building tension with anticipation of what both of them had wanted since they met. Y/N's running away and him killing her family didn't seem to be conducive to building a romance. But now, when so much time has passed and the youngest Petrova is still struggling with the vampire's heightened emotions? They succumbed to the pleasures of a forbidden affair, finally connecting their lips in their first lustful, passionate kiss.

"What time is it?" Y/N's soft, surly mumbling against his neck snapped Klaus out of his memories. He glanced at the alarm clock.

9 a.m.

"6 a.m." he lied to her, tightening his grip around her half-asleep body. He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"So stop staring at me and go back to sleep, half-wolfie." she mumbled, squirming in his arms until she found a comfortable position with her head right over his heart and her legs between his.

"Half-wolfie?" he asked amusedly, laughing softly, which made the vampire's head bob slightly. She rose for a moment, opening one eye and shooting him a angry glare.

"Would you rather be an crossbreed? Sleep or I will take another bedroom in this ridiculously large house." she groaned, laying her head on his chest again.

"As you wish, love." he murmured, kissing the top of her head and letting himself go back to sleep, hugging the one woman he could never truly have.

Because no matter how many nights they spend together or how much time they devote to each other during the day, all they will be are midnight lovers, hiding their relationship.

They stood on opposite sides of the barricade.

Y/N would never leave Katerina, and Klaus wouldn't abandon his siblings for the younger Petrova.

The world and fate were against them.

And Klaus was the only one who was ready to fight with them, only to gain the feeling of a sleeping beauty in his arms.

If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours

The problem that has plagued Klaus for ages is that he and Y/N could never truly belong together.

He couldn't make any claims to her, and every time he tried to transfer their friend/enemy relationship with benefits to something more, younger Petrova brought him down to earth. He never cared much about it. He believed that Y/N needed time to understand her feelings for him. However, one conversation he overheard put his hopes of being hers in great doubt.

"What's going on with you and Klaus?" Katerina laughed out loud, obviously genuinely amused by something. "Don't make that face. I was talking to Kol about how often you show up at their mansion at night and you don't really go to gossip with Rebekah or Elijah. Are you two together?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." she brushed it off, trying to get off topic.

"Oh come on, spill the beans! Do you love him?" Klaus unconsciously held his breath. His heart was beating wildly, waiting for her answer that could change everything between them, made his deepest dreams come true.

"If you must know, I don't love him. It is just sex. Very good and pleasant sex. No feelings except pure, animal desire and passion." Klaus felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. Yeah. What was he counting on? After all, no one could love a monster like him. Unconditional, sincere love was not meant for him… even if he wanted it so much.

"Ugh, okay! Spare me the details, I don't want to vomit. But I thought you…"

"Love is a vampire's greatest weakness, Katerina. And we are not weak." his breathing quickened as he realized the true meaning of her words.

She heard them. Somehow, 1,000 years ago, she'd heard him talking to Elijah about love in a vampire's life... Back when he didn't believe in the true power of such a thing as love.

"And what about me, then?"

"You're my sister. That's something different. Now, I have to go. See you tomorrow." he hid in the shadows, waiting for the two women to pass him, and stayed there for a while.

Even though Klaus' heart was broken into a thousand little pieces, he knew he couldn't resist Y/N. He would take anything she could give him. Even that delusion of romance and a loving relationship that he both dreamed of and hated at the same time.

He couldn't believe he could just fall for her when he knew full well that things between them could only be physical. However, he soon found out that love really doesn't choose.

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

Klaus wasn't about to show it to her. It was supposed to be a secret he would take with him to the grave (if someone managed to kill him). However, Y/N's curiosity, coupled with his lack of focus on finding the cure, made a very bad, devastating combination. He finally managed to focus on something other than the vampire who had been distracting him for centuries, and for a moment of inattention everything went haywire again. Ages of slowly and uncertainly, but still, winning Y/N's heart have gone to hell.

Only because he didn't lock up his damn art studio.

Kol is going to laugh so fucking hard when he finds out. His younger brother will never let him forget that he lost the love of his life because she was scared by a million paintings of her in his house. She probably thought he was a goddamn stalker.

Klaus stood in the doorway, watching Y/N's expressionless face. He admired and hated her ability to hide her emotions. He had the impression that she always read him like an open book. He couldn't hide anything from her. But she could easily hide from anyone behind her mask. It was both terrifying and fascinating at the same time.

"Are you going to say something?" he finally asked after waiting a long time for any reaction from her.

She shifted her gaze from the paintings to him. Klaus felt shivers run through his body. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such intense fear.

"Well, it's... it's nice. But you painted my nose wrong."

"What?! I didn't! I..." he stopped when he heard her burst out laughing after valiant attempts to hold back. A smile involuntarily formed on his face upon hearing this beautiful and rare sound. "You're not mad… or scared?"

"Of what? You weren't able to paint my nose properly? Or putting on me a yellow dress when you know that I hate that color?"

"It's not yellow, it's orange mixed with… Do you really have to tease me like that? Stop laughing, bloody woman."

"I'm sorry, you just make a funny face when you're protecting your art. To be honest, it's so sweet." she laughed so loudly that she had to lean in half.

"You should know better than to mock a very powerful and angry hybrid, love." he grunted in anger. Y/N, seeing how grumpy he had become, walked over to him with a cute smile. Klaus groaned internally. He didn't know which was worse. She running away from him or teasing him about it for the foreseeable future.

"Do you really think that after I saw all those paintings you can threaten me? I know you're obsessed with me, so I'm the most fucking safest person on earth." she bragged, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

"Don't be complacent, your pretty features are not unusual. I have seen many of them in my long life." he grunted, slapping her hands off of him.

"And yet I'm the only one who has a private collection of portraits made by the mighty hybrid."

"You won't let it go, would you?" he sighed, looking at the very amused woman as he tried to ignore the growing, warm feeling in his chest. God. How come that just hearing her laugh made him feel calm and happy?

"Nope." she said, putting her hands again on his shoulders and pulling him closer to her as she was playing with his hair. "But it's quite a nice feeling... you know, being your one and only beloved muse."

"Someone here is terribly pleased with themselves. I think I have to remind you of your place." he grunted feistily, grabbing her waist.

"I'd like to see you try."

Suddenly, Klaus swung her over his shoulder and slapped her bottom as he carried the laughing woman to his bedroom. Yeah... he was definitely in love with her.

Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours

Klaus began to squirm in the bed, trying to pull Y/N's warm body to him, which he had somehow lost in his sleep. He froze in place, feeling the emptiness on the other side of the bed. A familiar bitterness and disappointment took over his body. He could have guessed that she would leave him as usual. However, as he became more aware of his surroundings, he heard her muffled voice coming from the bathroom. She was talking to someone. This time she didn't leave him, she even stayed with him all night! Excitement and hope rose involuntarily in him. Maybe this time it will be different?

"Yes, Katherine, I know. I don't know how I overslept either. I know I'm irresponsible, and I'm ruining our plans. No. I'm not enjoying this situation, you're just acting like you got your period magically. It's not my fault I missed the plane, believe me, and don't you dare take your anger out on me just because you had a fight with Elijah. Talk to me when you've calmed down. I'm not going to be your punching bag. Bye." The bathroom door handle began to move, and Klaus quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Y/N walked into the room and sighed as she dropped the phone into her purse. She ran a hand through her hair in nervousness and turned to the hybrid. 

"I know you're awake. You stopped snoring." the man snorted indignantly, opening his eyes and appreciating her underwear-clad body. He could wake up to this view every day. "I'll castrate your brother as soon as I see him. You're lucky you're useful, or you'd have suffered the same fate for tricking me this morning."

"Very brave for an ordinary vampire to plan an attack on the original as the first thing to do in the morning. Apart from that, I don't snore."

"My nights experience with you says otherwise. And please, we both know I'm not just an ordinary vampire. You'd better make up for your deception toward me today before I get offended and seek someone else's company. Maybe Damon will be perfect? I've heard that for Katherine, he is very good in..."

Klaus cut her off by pinning her against the wall. Their chests rubbed against each other, her lacy bra teasing his bare, exposed skin. She raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed. Klaus growled, baring her neck and extending his fangs to teasingly run them over her most sensitive spots.

"You will not talk about another man in my bedroom. These lips..." he said, resting his thumb against her soft pink lip, forcing Y/N to part her mouth. "Can only whisper, scream and moan my name. I must have been too gentle with you yesterday if you had the audacity to tease me like that. Maybe I should make sure you know who you belong to?"

"I don't belong to anyone."

"Wrong answer, love." he growled throatily, pulling her against him and pushing her against the bed as he climbed over her until their faces floated at the same height.

"What are you going to do? Fuck me to death? You should know better than to scare me with a good time, Niklaus."

"I'm going to do something completely different, love." Y/N raised an eyebrow questioningly, challenging him. Suddenly, fear flickered in her eyes as she realized his true intentions.

"No, Nik. We agreed never to…"

"That was ages ago, love." he murmured with a smirk as he began tickling her over the bare skin of her sensitive belly that was exposed to him.

"NO! HAHAH-NIK, STOP! I-HAHAHA!" she screamed, throwing herself into his arms, trying to avoid his fingers.

"I'm sorry. There is no mercy for you, love. At least you apologize."

"I"M-HAHAHA SORRY! PLEASE-HAHAHA SSSTOP IT!"

"You know what I meant, Y/N." he replied unfazed, only strengthening his attack against her sensitive skin.

"I CAN'T WITH-HAHAHAHAH YOUR FINGERS-HAHAHAH ON ME-AHAHAHA!" Klaus took pity on her, stopping to tickle her as he studied her red-laughing face intently as she took in quick, short breaths. "I hate you." she panted, breathing heavily. Klaus took a breath to answer her, but his sister's scream stopped him.

"Nik! Kol is in danger! He went to the Gilbert house to kill Jeremy, and they still have an white oak stake left! What the bloody hell?! Y/N?!" she screamed, turning her back to them two as soon as she entered the room and saw... THIS.

The two vampires looked at each other in shock.

"Hi, Rebekah. That's not what it looks like."

"So you don't fuck my brother?"

"Well, I did it earlier, but… Klaus, could you please get off me? This is awkward enough already."

"And put some clothes on you for the love of God!" Rebekah added, still with her back to them. Once they were both decent, Rebekah looked at them in disbelief.

"You two... How? When?!"

"Some 400 years ago. So, Kol…"

"WHAT?! But you hate each other! Well, maybe he's staring at you with puppy dog eyes in love, but you loathe him!" she shouted, pointing at her grumpy brother with her finger.

Klaus rolled his eyes. He didn't care at all about what situation Rebekah found them in. His siblings had an extraordinary tendency to come into his bedroom at more... steamy moments. To be honest, he was more surprised that Rebekah had only discovered their little secret now. Talking about her.

The original turned his curious gaze to Y/N. Again, their future was in her hands. But the vampire didn't seem eager to change their relationship in any way. Certainly not in the way Klaus had dreamed of for so long...

"Am I the only one in this room who actually cares about your brother's life? What did Kol do this time?" her attention turned away from her the penetrating gaze of the man sitting next to her.

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as the siblings plunged into conversation. However, from the look Klaus gave her, she knew things would change drastically between them in the next few days. She could no longer avoid his longing glances and dismiss his attempts to establish a friendly, partner relationship instead of stopping at their one-night stands. But did she want to change anything?

Let me be your leccy meter And I'll never run out And let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without

"It's a cold night." he said, sneaking up behind her and throwing his cloak over her shoulders. "I dare say that a short dress doesn't help keep you warm."

"Don't even start. I'm just waiting for the moment when I can wear pants without getting those judging, murderous looks from other women and lecherous expressions on the faces of these perverts."

"Rebekah says the same thing…" he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and fastened the buttons on his coat. Y/N giggled, returning Klaus' blue eyes to her face again. Only then did the man realize what he was doing, and he let go of the buttons, leaving her half-buttoned with a mischievous smirk on her lips. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Katherine is playing with humans nearby. I thought I'd drop by for a visit and see for myself this great kingdom you've built, Klaus the Madness." she replied, leaning again against the railing of his balcony and staring out at the lively, dancing streets of New Orleans.

The light from the street lamp illuminated her face. Klaus absorbed all the changes that had taken place in her appearance, stating only that she was even more beautiful than when they last met. He didn't know how she did it.

"Is my fame starting to finally overtake me?" he asked, joining her side quickly. Y/N looked at him with a teasing smile, playing with the bracelet on his wrist. The same she gave him an century ago. She didn't think Klaus was sentimental enough to keep it.

"You are on the lips of all supernaturals in the world." she finally replied, shifting her gaze to his eyes, which shone in the light of the street lamp.

"Well, I would rather be on the tempting lips of only one, beautiful supernatural."

"And who could it be, my lord?" she replied in an equally flirtatious tone as her hand began to travel along his arm and muscles.

"Those mesmerizing eyes and cheeky lips will put you someday in a big trouble, love."

"Please, I'm Y/N Petrova. I'm always in danger, but I can get myself out. And also…" she kissed him, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Klaus groaned, drawing her closer with one arm and cupping her warm cheek with the other hand. God, he missed the feeling of her in his arms. She pulled away from him, placing one finger over his lips, and staring at his eyes dilated with lust as they both breathed heavily. She ran one hand over the exposed skin of his chest, suddenly grabbing his necklace and pulling him to her with all her strength so that their noses rubbed against each other. "I'm not afraid of you."

"And that is your great mistake, love."

"Probably." she whispered, licking her lips in anticipation. She smiled as soon as she saw his gaze follow the movement of her tongue.

"Definitely." he replied, grabbing her waist, lifting her, and vampire-speeding her to his bedroom, where they could be as loud and as naked as they wanted.

That night was amazing. One of the best they had: she visited him for the first time in his beloved city, the home he built and hoped it would be theirs in the future, where he is for Y/N something more than a nightly forbidden pleasure. However, the pain of rejection when Klaus woke up in the morning among cold sheets with no goodbye note effectively pulled him out of this childish fantasy of belonging to her. He could never really have her. And Y/N reminded him about it every time.

I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours

"What you were thinking about?! YOU COULD DIE THERE!" Klaus yelled at the woman as Rebekah took the last bits of wood out of the vampire's wound. She was only allowed into Y/N because Klaus' hands were too trembling for him to remove the white oak from his vampire's body by himself. Kol watched with great guilt as Petrova winced in pain.

"If that kid hit Kol, Rebekah wouldn't have much to fix, Klaus. I would be nothing but ashes, and you know that. Besides, I can say the same about you. You ran in there uninvited and ran out with me in your arms when you almost passed out from the pain yourself. What if they had more stakes? You could have died too." he ignored her, thrashing about the room in anger. Y/N snorted, falling onto the couch, so she got more comfortable while Rebekah was searching for the last splinter.

"I'm going to burn down their hellhouse as soon as I put my dear little brother back in the coffin." Kol jumped up from the couch with a horrified look.

"What?! But Nik, I..." the original tried to explain himself but stopped when Klaus threw a bottle at him.

"You went there even though you knew full well that they could kill us! You are a danger not only to yourself and Y/N but also to us, showing them how weak and easy to kill we are. You don't remember what the hell happened to Finn?! You want to share his bloody fate!" he shouted, walking towards his brother. Y/N jumped up from her seat and stood between the brothers, placing her hand on the hybrid's furiously beating heart.

"Klaus. You need to calm down."

"Go away, Y/N. This is between me and Kol. Rebekah, take her somewhere safe until I can deal with this mess our brother created." he growled at his sister, not giving the woman in front of him a single glance.

"No."

"What did you say?" he growled, finally looking at her for the first time since he saw little Gilbert stake her (luckily for the young hunter, he missed).

"I said no, Niklaus. You won't tell me what to do. If I want to, I'll take a stake for him again and again. I'll even protect him from your stupid daggers, and you can't change that." Rebekah and Kol nodded, both agreeing to leave the room as soon as "mom and dad" began to fight. They left unnoticed as the two stared at each other. Y/N with incredible calm; Klaus with incredible fury.

Why is she so devoted to Kol? What did he do that Y/N, without a moment's hesitation, threw herself in front of him to protect him from the white oak? What did he say to her to elicit such feelings from her?

"Why? What happened that you suddenly started feeling so strongly attached? I thought you were afraid of commitment, love." he asked bitterly, with clear resentment in his voice.

"Don't you dare to do this about us."

"YOU ALWAYS DOING IT ABOUT EVERYTHING BUT NOT US!" he shouted, tired of hiding his emotions. Especially after less than 15 minutes ago, she was in danger of dying in his arms. He had had enough. He was tired. And the object of his only desire did everything in her power to make things difficult for him. Yet he still couldn't be mad at her.

Good thing Kol got the hell out of there. Otherwise, his brother would have ripped off his head with my bare hands.

"Klaus, there is no time for..."

"Do you love him?" he asked, interrupting her. Panic rose in his chest, waiting for her answer—for Y/N to plunge the dagger into his barely beating heart and destroy whatever hope was left in him.

"What?!"

"You've heard me. Do you love my brother?"

"Yes. And this is exactly why I was fucking with you for the last 400 bloody years! My god, are you so blinded by your rage at Kol that it attacks your last brain cells?! That you insinuate some made-up, idiotic stuff and pounce on everyone like a rabid dog?!" she screamed, walking up to him unconsciously so that she was shouting it straight in his face.

"It's not anger that controls me." he growled through his teeth, clenching his fists in anger.

"Then what is it?!"

"Do you really want me to say it out loud, Y/N?" he whispered, staring at her softly. Y/N immediately calmed down. The atmosphere in the room changed from agitated to terrifyingly calm. They could both hear their frantically beating hearts in the oppressive silence between them.

"I..."

"NIKLAUS!" Elijah's scream and his quick footsteps interrupted their conversation. The woman thanked all the gods above who had sent the original at that moment.

"The worst bloody moment." Klaus whispered under his breath, thinking she wouldn't hear him, and brushed past her, leaving her alone in the room.

And Y/N wondered, breathing heavily after their argument… did she really want to hear THAT from Klaus? Was she ready for such a big change in their lives?

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

"Miss Mystic Falls? Are you kidding me? You know, if you're sending me a dress with a place to visit, I'm expecting more than some stupid, stiff party for teenage girls and their rich parents." she whined, walking around the pond with the laughing hybrid.

"Be quieter, love. These girls have pretty sharp nails."

"And I've got fangs, claws, and you. I'm damn better armed." she said, counting on her fingers, smirking mischievously.

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

"As if you cared if I offended you."

"Well since we're on our date..."

"Date?! First of all, since when do you even date? Secondly, we're not on one. And third: a beautiful dress will not suddenly win you my favor. Aside from the fact that neither of us is suited to any kind of relationship, I have to ask you. Who are you and what have you done with Klaus Mikaelson?!" Klaus started laughing out loud, unknowingly attracting the attention of the Mystic Falls gang. They did not think either of them had ever seen the original in such a good mood without committing any murder first. "Seriously, what happened to you? You're nice, you're flirty, and you haven't threatened to kill my sister once. I almost didn't recognize you in that suit. Are you trying to be Elijah?"

"Maybe Klaus is on vacation." they walked all the way around the pond and went back to the party. A slow tune started to play. "Will you please me, love?"

Y/N blushed slightly, accepting his outstretched hand. Klaus led them to the dance floor, keeping his distance from her, which made Y/N curse him internally. After being apart for so long, all she wanted was to feel his skin against hers. Nik didn't need to make this romance feel, prolonging everything... But her stupid, treacherous heart was beating madly with every minute she spent close to the original shamelessly flirting with her. And she didn't know how much more she would be able to push him away.

"On vacation? Do you have a split personality, or are you just not in this cure fight? I thought you would like to turn your doppelgänger into a human." she finally broke the silence, returning to their earlier conversation.

"I don't need hybrids that much. It turned out to be… not exactly a good idea."

"Let me guess. They inherit your character, and now you can't take these anymore? Welcome into my world! I have to deal with your grumpy attitude at any time we meet."

"Ouch. That really hurt." he leaned closer, waiting to see if she was going to push him off. She leaned closer still, trying to concentrate on anything but how his hands were on her waist. Y/N missed him in this big break they had. But she wouldn't be the one to admit it first.

"And yet you still come back to me like a lost puppy. Am I such an astonishing person that the mighty hybrid just can't imagine his life without me?" Klaus smiled and dipped her, holding her tight in his arms like she was about to disappear in any second. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, enchanted by the moment and totally forgetting about the world around them. Their lips were so close…

"Maybe." he whispered, gently nudging her nose with his. Y/N held her breath unconsciously, waiting for his next move as they still couldn't tear their eyes away from each other. "Maybe I just wanna be yours." Klaus leaned closer to her, willing to cross the last millimeter between them, but someone's loud grunt effectively killed the mood. If looks could kill, Damon Salvatore would be dead by now. Probably long before meeting any originals.

"I'm not sorry for interrupting you while you were trying to get a bite into your snack, but we kind of need your help… Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Long time, no see, Damon. Did you miss me? Or maybe you spent a hundred years trying to find and rescue my sister. Oh, wait... you did. Such a poor thing."

Damon took a step toward her, growling, but Klaus stood in front of Y/N, staring warningly at the young vampire. Y/N was smiling ominously, pleased with the black-haired vampire's surprised expression. She might as well play with him just a little bit after she returns to Katherine.

"I didn't think you'd be close to the originals. Especially, after what he had done to your family."

"And I didn't think that after what Katherine did to you and sweet Stefan, you'd fight for the love of her doppelgänger. See how ridiculous the world is, Dame?"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Klaus. To be honest, I thought you were a little smarter than to fall for her, but I guess I was wrong."

"Watch your mouth, Salvatore! He is an original, a hybrid. You don't want to know what he is capable of." Y/N growled, stepping out from behind Klaus and facing the younger vampire herself.

"You're really worth each other." he spat and started walking away from them.

"And since you started talking about honesty, we're both on team Stelena!" she shouted after the man, smiling as she saw him tense with anger. She turned to the original, frowning as Klaus looked at her with a raised eyebrow and his own smug grin. "What?"

"Nothing. You saved me a few hours of dealing with this bunch of young vampires by scaring Damon off. Name your prize, love."

"I'll pretend you didn't just call me a bogeyman, and I'll say I want one thing from your great collection of antique jewelry."

"Just this?"

"Well, if you find me something really beautiful and shiny, I can call Katherine and tell her I'm not coming home tonight."

"Just tonight?" he teased with a smirk.

"We can negotiate it later."

"Good." he took her hand and kissed her forehead. "Let's get out of here. This party is dead anyway."

Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours

Klaus played with the ends of Y/N's hair as they lay in bed together. After a stressful week in which he and his siblings managed to escape Mikael's clutches, Petrova's unannounced visit was a pleasant surprise for him. But now that they both lay exhausted after... very satisfying activities, came the moment that Klaus hated the most.

Y/N was probably about to leave.

He hoped she would fall asleep in his arms, so he could steal a few more hours in her presence, but that didn't happen. She was lying partly on top of him, drawing patterns across his chest. Klaus buried his nose in her hair, enjoying her closeness while he still could.

"You're nothing like Mikael." she whispered, stopping the movements of the man who was now staring at her in shock.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I heard you arguing with Kol about it before… you know, you dagger him and put him in a coffin. I just want to make sure you know about it. You seemed so… pensive at first and a little bit sad. I thought it was because of this nonsense he said."

"What if it's true? If I'm really turning into him?" Y/N frowned, turning in his arms so that she was on her stomach and could look into his eyes as he continued to hold her.

"Well, he is not your real father, so I don't think you could inherit his psycho genes. Besides, if that were true, you'd kill me instead of fucking me so I could see the stars, so..." he chuckled, pulling her closer to him.

"You see the stars, huh?" he asked maliciously, with a smug smirk.

"Shut up. You know very well that you are extraordinary. I wouldn't come back to you if you weren't."

"And I wouldn't let you into that bed if you weren't just as tempting."

"I see what you're trying to do, but you really need to hear it, Nik. You're not a monster. You're just trying to keep your siblings safe. Maybe not in the best way, but you have good motives."

"You from all of the people should know that I'm not good. I'm pure evil, love. The monster parents tell their children about at night. I killed your family, Y/N... you shouldn't even be here."

"But I am. And I think we already talked about giving me orders or advice. I know what I am doing, Klaus. If I decide that you're worth my time, then you are. So shut up and let me finish." she kissed him, preventing him from trying to respond. Before Klaus demanded more of her, she pulled away from him, placing her index finger on his lips as he watched her in complete silence. "My parents were horrible, heartless people. And honestly? I'm glad they're dead. You are not a monster. You are Niklaus Mikaelson, a hybrid, loving brother who will do anything to protect your family from a father who abused you physically and mentally your whole childhood. You may not always make the right decisions, but none of us is perfect. And I regret some things in my life, but I will never regret meeting you. Not a single second have we spent together. Because I think you're someone worth knowing. Even if you don't agree with me."

Klaus stared blankly at her. It was the first time someone ever saw him for more than his murderous, dangerous side. His heart started to beat faster, and he prayed for all the gods that exist to prevent her from hearing it. Instead of letting himself take off his mask for the first time since he had become a vampire, he decided to cover up his real feelings, so that Y/N wouldn't know that his soft side for her wasn't only out of desire... but also something he couldn't admit to himself right then.

"Don't pity me." he growled, throwing her off him and walking over to the window.

"That's not a pity. You know I wouldn't tell it to you if I didn't think so." Klaus spun around furiously, trying his best to camouflage his fear with anger.

"And what else did you read from my personality? You're doing pretty well so far, considering we're just fucking in corners under the cover of night." Y/N stood up too, not hesitating to face the hybrid for a moment.

"This attempt to make me angry will do nothing. You try to push me away before I go too far, but it's too late. I know you, Klaus, and I know what you're most afraid of."

"And what is it?"

"Loneliness." Klaus froze in place, watching her with not even the slightest emotion on his face. "You don't want to be alone, which is why you gather so many people around you. Though you never let anyone get close enough to know your real self. But you know, you'll never get over that feeling if you don't let anyone in. Or if you keep locking your siblings in boxes or coercing others into obedience. It's... a beautiful, wonderful city, but how many people are really willing to follow you of their own free will? You may be king, but ruling vampires, werewolves, and witches with fear will accomplish nothing."

Klaus stood silently, watching her intently. Y/N shook her head in disappointment as she turned away from him and began to gather her belongings scattered around the room.

As she was about to put on her dress, Klaus ran over to her and gently grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Stay." she snorted, shaking her head with a bitter laugh as she brushed his hand off her. But Klaus didn't give up. He cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her to look into his eyes. It was the first time he had looked at someone with such pure desperation. "Please."

Her defensive posture dropped. The dress fell from her hands as she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed. Without a word, she clung to him again as they tried to fall asleep.

They both took a risk today by showing each other their other faces, which they had never shown to anyone else except their families. They saw the lost, struggling in their darkness, people who needed the closeness of each other.

They both let themselves sink into their own dreams, where they loved each other unconditionally. But then both of them were too scared, distrustful, and hurt by fate to fully trust the other one.

But this time, Y/N stayed with him until he woke up. And Klaus, for the first time in his 1000 years of life, felt hope.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust

Y/N has never been more scared in her entire life. She ran as fast as she could to Mystic Falls High School, hoping Katherine had either won the duel with Elena or had come to her senses and fled as soon as she realized the younger vampire had the cure.

She had no plan, no emergency escape, and no secret weapon. She had nothing. But she knew she had to help Katherine, even if she had to turn human herself in the process of rescuing her sister. She was all Y/N had left in this world. And she knew well that Katerina would do the same for her. Even if people didn't believe in her.

She ran into one of the corridors, following the sounds of the fight.

Her heart was beating wildly as she pushed Elena against the far wall, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the unconscious brunette on the floor. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief when she saw that Elena was still holding a cure in her hand.

"It ends here. Katherine will recover soon. You can't beat us both."

"I got along quite well with Katherine. I doubt you'd be a stronger opponent."

"Then you're dumber than I thought."

Elena lunged at her, trying to break her neck, but Y/N dodged, scanning her surroundings for any weapons. But Gilbert didn't give her enough time to think. She kept attacking the older vampire, inflicting small, meaningless injuries on each other. Y/N had to think of something, and fast, before Elena somehow got the upper hand on her.

The younger Petrova stumbled as Elena pushed her against the opposite wall. She groaned as blood began to run down her hair and down her spine. As soon as Gilbert got closer to her, she swung, causing the brunette to fall next to her on the floor.

They struggled for a while until the younger vampire bit into her neck, startling her. Both immediately plunged their free hands into the other's chest, holding each other's hearts tightly.

From Elena's determined look, Y/N knew she wouldn't be happy with a tie. One or both of them will end up with their hearts ripped out. There was no other way.

"Let her go! Or your dear Damon will die with her!" Klaus' voice coming from behind her made her heart beat even faster in Elena's strong grip.

How the hell did he get here?! After that fight at his house and their goodbyes, he was supposed to be in New Orleans rebuilding his relationship with siblings and his kingdom, not in Mystic Falls saving my ass as usual.

"How do I know he'll survive if I let her go?"

"You have my word, Elena." Elijah came out from the other end of the corridor.

Seeing my sister's ex made me both happy and murderous at the same time. Although... maybe he still cared about her, since he'd come to his noble ass here to save her.

"Be careful, doppelgänger; I'm holding your heart too. Don't forget that." she reminded her, clutching Elena's heart tighter, and she moaned in pain.

"Y/N." Klaus' warning snarl got no reaction from her. She stared defiantly at the doppelgänger.

"I told you. It ends here, Elena. Nobody has to die. Just let it go." her gentle tone of voice weakened the vigilance of the brunette kneeling in front of her. Y/N took advantage of this and, at the speed of light, loosened the doppelgänger's grip on her heart and ripped her hand from her chest with a scream. She also let go of her heart and shoved the medicine down her throat, pushing her to the floor.

Klaus was at her side immediately, taking her into his arms and watching the doppelgänger unconscious from the fall. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his vampire heart beating. A second too late, and it could have ended very differently. He pulled the living vampire closer to him, trying to chase away the dark thoughts.

"Niklaus!" her raised voice brought him back to the world. His brother stood beside them, holding the unconscious Katherine in his hands, watching him closely. He turned his gaze to the tired woman in his own arms. "Please get us out of here."

Klaus nodded, getting up with her and holding Y/N in a bridal style, close to his chest, so she could rest her head on him. Both originals left the school and went to their cars. Each of them finally took his girl home.

I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours) I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours) I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours)

"Penny for your toughts." Klaus crept up behind her as she stared blankly at the streets of New Orleans. Involuntarily, he remembered how they had met here 100 years ago... and the night that made him realize how he really felt about her—the night she had stayed with him for the whole night and day for the first time.

She looked much better after resting in their mansion. Klaus could get used to having her so close to him, along with his entire family.

"I'm offended that you value them at a penny. But if you must know, I was thinking about you."

"Me? What a pleasure. And what you had in your smart brain, love?" he asked, glad he wasn't the only one of the two who thought of the other when they were apart.

"I've lost count of the amount of times you've been there for me and everyone you care about. But today you save someone who doesn't mean a thing to you. You could just take me out of there and let Elena shove the cure down my sister's throat without telling Elijah that she is in danger. But you didn't. You of all people saved Katherine's life, along with mine. Why?" Klaus avoided Y/N's scrutinizing gaze, pretending to be very interested in seeing the town below him.

"Leave it Y/N. I just did it. I wasn't thinking then. In hindsight, I should have made sure she turned into a human myself, and kill her. I still can do it, so for her own good, don't put any ideas in my head."

"Klaus. Just answer it."

"I did."

"Niklaus." he turned to her, meeting her expectant gaze. Klaus swallowed. He had dreamed of this moment so many times, even in the very place where they stood… but could he overcome the fear of rejection? Being alone again?

"I don't know if you're ready for the truth, love."

"Try me. Maybe you'll be surprised." Klaus sighed, looking away from her. Were they both ready to cross that safe line they had set so many years ago? He did not know. But he figured he'd never find a better time…

"I saved Katherine because you wished it... Because what's important to you is important to me. What makes you laugh makes me want to keep it. What scares you I want to tear apart. You are the most important thing to me. I can't spend a single day, sleep, eat, or do anything without thinking about you deeply in my head. You own me. Body, mind, and soul. I've been yours since the day I met you. And I'll always wanna be only yours, even if you don't want me at all."

Klaus plucked up the courage to bring his gaze back to her face. She was expressionless. Totally poker. He felt a cold shiver run through his body, and the pain of rejection paralyzed him so much that he was unable to make any move. The hybrid cleared his throat, controlling the trembling in his voice and the coming tears.

"You can run away now. I won't chase you, Y/N."

Those words brought her out of her trance. However, Klaus kept his head down, not wanting to see the love of his life walk away from him.

If he hadn't, he would have known the love and emotion on her face.

Y/N walked over to him, shocking him to feel her gentle hands on his cheeks and stunning him as she pressed her lips to his in a tender, soft kiss.

They couldn't get away from each other. They clung to each other as if they were the only anchor holding them in this world, embracing and kissing so hard that neither of them could mistake this moment for a dream.

It was only the lack of air that forced them to move away from each other significantly, resting their foreheads against each other as they inhaled the familiar, calming scent of their second halves.

"I'm tired of running." Y/N whispered, planting kisses across his face, teasing him as she deliberately avoided his seeking lips. "And I never want you to let me go. Ever. You stuck out with me, my lord."

"As you do with me, my queen."

"Good." she smiled, drawing him into another of their many kisses as she led him to his bedroom.

She stayed with him that night. And the next, and the next one. And she never left his side again.

He was hers. She was his. They belong to each other.

And Klaus was in heaven. 

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would you be open to writing more? whatever you want, if so!

A/N: I'm actually doing a rewatch of Castle with a friend right now. We're on season two and just watched 2x11 (The Fifth Bullet) last night, so...

Set during 2x13 (Sucker Punch).

-

“I’m scared. I mean, what if it doesn't work out? What if it does?”

“That's the cost of living.”

“I just don't want to ruin this.”

“This is dead. You are not. Time to start making some new memories."

- Martha Rodgers & Richard Castle, 2x11.

-

She hears the crack of his skull the second before the fire of her gun, the crackle of her bullet, echoes through the air.

Castle staggers to the precinct floor, cradling the back of his head. Beckett is rooted to the spot, her shoulders tight, hands steady, heart pounding. But then he is falling, her sidekick - no, partner - collapsing beside Coonan's bloodied body, and she forces the grief back down her throat.

For a split second, she hesitates. Maybe... maybe she could keep focus her attention on keeping Coonan alive. But deep down, she knows. She knows her shot was dead center, she knows he's gone. And Castle is down.

"Castle!" she calls, holstering her gun and racing to his side, stepping over Coonan's dead body.

He's slumped against the wall, eyes closed, out cold. Her hands brace at his shoulders, steadying him as his body drifts sideways against the wall.

"Hey, Castle," she murmurs softer, an ice cold trickle of fear slivering down her back. Did he really hit Coonan that hard? Hard enough to knock himself out? "I need a bus!"

"Already on the way, Beckett."

Esposito and Ryan are at her side, Montgomery with two fingers to Coonan's neck. She doesn't let herself look long enough to see what she already knows, to watch the shake of her captain's head.

-

She sits at his bedside in the hospital. The doctor is betting on a concussion, but isn't able to make any firm conclusions until Castle is conscious again.

His mother and daughter met her at the hospital, fluttering in and out of the room like anxious birds. She abused her badge to gain access for the three of them to his room, to stay long past visiting hours. Alexis sleeps on the couch on the other side of the room now, his mother already having returned to the loft to retrieve a fresh pair of clothes for Castle.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Martha had asked her, her voice quiet so not to wake Alexis.

"Yeah, Martha. I'm fine," she assured the other woman, forcing a smile to cross her lips.

Martha only frowned at her in return. "He's going to be okay, Katherine. I know my boy," she promised Kate with so much conviction, she wanted to believe her. "And when he sees you sitting there, he'll be even better than."

Martha had left the room with a wink, but Beckett couldn't adopt such hope. Her guilt was too busy dragging her heart down into the pit of her stomach.

It's late when his eyes flutter open, a flash of blue in the still darkness. She sits forward immediately, resisting the strange urge to grab his hand, cradle his palm in hers.

"Hey there, Chuck Norris, "she murmurs, earning the shift of his attention, the slight dip of his brow. "How's your head feeling?"

"Hurts," he rasps, wincing.

"I'm sorry," she sighs, reaching for the water beside his hospital bed. She positions the straw at his lips, watching him sip gratefully.

"Thank you," he hums, relaxing back into the pillow, but his eyes remain intense on her. "Where are we?"

"Hospital. The doctor's going to examine you again now that you're awake, but he thinks it's likely just a concussion that should heal without much issue."

"Concussion?" he echoes, confusion tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How?"

"I... you don't remember?" she asks gently. "Coonan, the precinct, the-"

"I don't remember," he interrupts with a deep frown. "I don't remember anything."

-

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor announces. "The bump to his head, paired with the trauma of the situation... it's rare, but it happens."

Kate sits solemnly beside his mother and daughter, her hands knotted tightly together in her lap. Castle is dressed and perched on the edge of his hospital bed, his foot tapping nervously. He keeps looking at her, as if he's seeking her out.

She keeps her gaze on her knees.

"But it's not permanent, right?" Alexis inquires. "He can get his memory back?"

"It's a complex condition," the older man delivers gently. "He may have all of his memories back by tomorrow, he may never remember anything of his past ever again, or he may fall anywhere in between. It's impossible to tell. I'm so sorry."

Martha utters a soft cry of concern, Alexis grips her father's hand, murmuring reassurances at his side.

Kate stands from the plastic chair. "What can we do to make this as smooth on him as possible?"

"Not too much too soon, but it's okay to nudge reminders his way. Having his family here is a good first step," the doctor nods.

"My family," Castle speaks up, earning the attention of the room. "I know you're my mother and daughter." He nods to Martha and then Alexis, and then his eyes are settling on her once more. "And you... are my wife?"

Kate blinks before abruptly shaking her head. "No, no, we - we work together."

"What do we do?" he inquires, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Well, I'm a homicide detective-"

"I'm a cop?"

"No, you're a writer," she corrects with a twitch of her lips, but this only confuses him further.

"Then what am I doing with a cop?"

"Dad, it's kind of a long story," Alexis chimes in, shooting Beckett a nervous smile.

"But - but you and me?" He rises from the hospital bed, approaching Beckett slowly. "We're together?"

"Work together," she says carefully, but his face scrunches.

"No way," he murmurs, almost to himself, as if he's trying to work out the equation on his own. "If we're not together, we want to be?"

Her throat spasms with panic. C'mon Castle, no. Not in front of his mom and his kid.

"No, we're - we're just friends, Castle."

"Castle?" he repeats, testing the surname in his mouth. "Richard Castle? Weird name."

"No, not weird," she sighs, risking a step towards him. "It's the name of a best-selling author, who is a great asset to a homicide department of the NYPD."

The first true glimpse of him - the smile, the ripple of bright blue in his eyes - flickers before her.

"Why don't you go back to the loft with your mother, with Alexis, and see if anything sparks," she suggests, catching his daughter's eye over his shoulder.

Alexis nods eagerly. "Yeah, Dad. I think it's a great place to start. We can take a literal walk down memory lane."

Her heart eases ever so slightly when he glances to his daughter with the warmest of smiles. Somehow she knows that the large part of his brain dedicated to Alexis will return, unfurling like muscle memory through his mind.

Alexis loops her arm through his, guiding him out of the hospital room while the doctor hands Martha a stack of papers summarizing Castle's visit. They all exit the building together, prepared to go separate ways on the sidewalk, when Castle makes a sound of protest.

"Hey - I didn't get your name," he calls to her.

Something in her chest stings.

"Beckett. Kate," she adds, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Kate," he murmurs, affection, familiarity, and heat infused into the single syllable of her name. "I'll see you soon?"

"It would probably be good for him to see the Twelfth sometime," Martha quips, the smirk on his mother's lips subtle but there. "He practically spends half his time there."

"Twelfth?"

"The precinct. That's where you work with Detective Beckett, Dad," Alexis fills in, her arm still twined protectively through his.

"Oh." Castle's eyes flick back to Kate. "Until tomorrow?"

Her heart stumbles stupidly, just like it did the first time he said those words to her, the useless muscle tripping on hope.

"Yeah, Castle." She offers him the smallest hint of a smile. "See you tomorrow."

-

When Castle arrives at the precinct the next morning, it's with Alexis in tow. Everyone greets him like a hero, but he looks around clueless, a helpless attempt at a smile on his lips while his daughter guides him through the crowd of uniforms.

When he sees her across the bullpen, his eyes light up.

Her stomach turns. She doesn't know how to do this, to... to have him looking at her like that, all unguarded and vulnerable.

"Alexis walked me through my usual morning," he explains once he reaches her desk. His daughter is a few steps behind, talking with Ryan and Esposito, her red hair in a tight braid that sways as she nods along to whatever the boys are saying.

"That's good, Castle. Is it helping?"

"Not yet, but I'm hopeful," he shrugs, shoving hands into his pockets. "Do you ever call me by my first name?"

Beckett glances up from the paperwork scattered on her desk, the files she's failed to focus on since she arrived at five this morning.

"Sometimes," she muses. "It's nothing personal, just cop talk to use surnames."

"Beckett," he says. Testing it out, she realizes. "So do I only call you Kate at home?"

She forces her expression to remain neutral.

Home?

"Castle, we don't really see each other outside the precinct very often," she delivers carefully, watching his face fall.

"Ever?"

"I can't imagine how confusing this must be," she murmurs, shifting from her chair to move around her desk, move a little closer to him. Solely for the sake of keeping their conversation private. "But you and I... we're friends, partners, but not - not more."

His hand scrapes through his finely combed hair, the corners of his eyes settling into troubled lines.

"I just - I swore when I woke up this morning, you were supposed to be next to me."

Her lips part, surprise blooming on her tongue along with something else, something sweet.

"Dad?" Alexis saves her from having to answer. "I've got to get to class, but I'll be back for lunch."

"Don't worry, Pumpkin. I'll be-"

Alexis grabs his arm, her blue eyes wide. "What'd you just call me?"

Castle looks absolutely panicked. "P-pumpkin? I'm sorry, it just... came out."

"That's fantastic!" Alexis squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. "That means your memory must still be in there."

Castle hugs his daughter back, firm and relieved, his gaze flickering back to Kate with delight. So proud of himself.

"Must be," he grins.

-

His first day consists of nothing more than sitting in the chair beside Kate Beckett's desk, stealing longing glances at the woman he's convinced must have been his wife in another life. He obviously isn't sure of much right now, but for some reason, he feels certain of this.

He asks her questions about their time together, about their first meeting, the cases they've worked on together.

His brow furrows when she says they took a break over the last summer, but she bristles when he asks her why.

"I want to help, Castle, but I don't want to give you a biased history lesson," she explains. "The doctor said it's best if the memories are able to come back on their own."

He huffs at the response, but doesn't argue.

The days that follow are a lot of the same - he wakes up, has breakfast with his mother and daughter, walks with Alexis to school and then he makes his way to the Twelfth precinct to be with Kate.

It isn't until the third day that he has his first burst of memory. A burst that leads to an explosion.

Alexis.

She comes back so fast and strong, from the moment she came into his life until the day of the accident. She nearly cries when he tells her that morning, arms latched around his neck as he spins her around in the kitchen.

Bits and pieces of his mother come back next, patchy memories of his childhood, his teen years, his dream come true of becoming a bestselling author. It's all trickling back in like a stream to the river of his mind.

Everything, except for her.

It's been nearly a week and he still can't remember Kate.

"What's your memory of the day, Castle?" she asks him when he finds her in the break room that morning, fiddling with an expensive looking espresso machine.

"A book tour in Europe," he muses, approaching her with an eyebrow raised. Beckett scowls at the frother that hisses at her in return. "You're cute when you're angry."

She pierces him with a glare.

"But not with me," he mutters, coming up beside her and shooing her out of the way. "Here."

Without thinking, he prepares a latte for her, adding the two pumps of vanilla, just how she...

Glimpses of mornings spent with her - on sidewalks, parks, apartments all over the city - squeeze into his brain, pushing through the blank spaces like dripping water through cracks.

"Kate," he exhales, turning to find matching wonder in her gaze. "I bring you coffee."

She pins her bottom lip between her teeth, hazel eyes sparkling near green for him.

"Usually when we meet at crime scenes, but... but I bought this." He glances back to the espresso steaming into the waiting mug. "So you could always have good coffee here."

"Yeah," she exhales, but she's smiling at him. "You did make it a habit over the past year."

"Because it makes you smile," he adds, softer now, because part of him knows that the old him never shared this with her. But he doesn't try to stop the words. "And I love your smile."

That smile he loves so much doesn't exactly leave her face, but it falters, waning across her lips.

"I'm going to remember you," he promises - her or himself, he isn't sure.

"I'm sure you will," she answers quietly, something like sorrow bleeding into her gaze. "And when you remember everything, Rick - when you remember how you ended up in this mess, maybe you'll wish you could forget."

-

Kate avoids him for the rest of the day and he lets her, lets her have her space. He's learned enough to know that pushing her doesn't usually work in his favor.

He follows around Ryan and Esposito instead, squeezing out information, gaining small glimpses of the boys he once knew. He remembers Ryan's favorite tie, the video game Esposito's been trying to find time to play for the last two weeks - random tidbits he's grateful for. They're like little seeds and he knows if he just keeps tending to them, they'll grow.

He's not as patient with his memories of Beckett.

Esposito spills first.

"I'm only telling you this because if you get some random burst of memory in front of Beckett, you're gonna bust us both," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Beckett's mom was murdered, it's why she became a cop. Long story short, I let you see the file, you put your nose where it didn't belong and got involved, tried to bring your money into it to solve the case. It's how you ended up with amnesia and she ended up with another dead end."

It was my mother, not my father.

This is for the life that I saved, and this is for the life that I lost.

The crumpled woman in the alley, the stab wounds in her abdomen, the expert showing him the patterns of wounds on a dead woman's body.

You don't back down. That's what makes you extraordinary.

What if I let her down?

I didn't think you were arrogant, Castle. I thought what you did was sweet.

"Hey, hey, Castle? Are you okay, bro?"

His head is pounding. His body is sinking.

"Rick."

His eyes snap open to find Kate Beckett kneeling before him. He's on the floor, knees pulled to his chest, head cradled between the hard press of his palms.

The touch of her fingers to his arm is so careful, so comforting. He wants to tug her into his arms, bury his face in her neck, let the fantasy that's been running wild in his head since he woke up and saw her be real.

"Let me take you home."

-

He remembers her mother's case. Not everything, but the bones of it.

"I need you to let this go for tonight," she tells him. They're sitting in her cruiser outside of his loft. Hearing the flashes of his memories, the ones that spread through his brain like a decimating wildfire at the precinct, has a terrible mixture of resentment and guilt swirling through her insides.

She wants to hate him all over again for unearthing this to begin with, but she can't. She can't, because she's always known this was inevitable. A year of therapy could only keep her away from her mom's case for so long.

"You're angry with me."

"No, I'm not," she sighs, but she can't look at him. "I'm angry with myself, with the guy who killed with my mom, with the whole situation."

"But Kate-"

"But your memory - it's delicate. No more ambushing people for information."

She tears her eyes away from the window, the darkening skyline. Storm clouds roam the horizon, merging with the cloak of night.

He looks so sad in the passenger seat, his eyes down, head low. So many of his memories have come back to him, and yet his heart still looks so broken.

"And, I'm only going to say this once, but I need you to know something."

That earns the reluctant lift of his gaze, his attention.

"I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun," she admits, some of the ache of earlier draining away at the twitch of his lips. "So I need you to focus on getting better, on remembering me because - I want my partner back."

The smile he gives her has her leaning her head back against the seat, smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Your secret's safe with me, Kate."

His hand is reaching across the space between them, stealing hers, and she lets him have it.

-

The banging on her door has her jerking awake and reaching for her gun, but then she hears the familiar yet urgent calling of her name.

"Beckett! Beckett! Please be awake!"

She growls and hurries out of her bed, to her front door, before he can wake all of her neighbors.

She yanks the door open to see his fist raised and ready for another series of knocks. He's dripping wet, hair drenched and clothes soaked.

She notices then that it's raining outside, storming if the sound of the downpour and the rumble of thunder is any indication. And he's in nothing more than a t-shirt, flannel pajama pants, and a coat that's flapping open.

"Castle, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses, dragging him inside by his raised arm.

"Kate, Kate, I'm so sorry," he breathes, his chest falling heavy and fast, his teeth chattering. "I've been going through my files, trying to jog more memories and I - I found the file, my notes, all of it. The one on your mother, the one with the guy who I knocked out, who you had to-"

"Castle," she quiets him, reaching for the panicked, rain stricken face before her. God, he's freezing. "Hey, look at me - breathe."

"No, Kate, it's all my fault," he rasps, holding to her wrists, thumbs pressing at the points of her pulse. "I started all of this. And now your lead is dead and it's because of me-"

"If it wasn't for you, I would have never found my mom's killer," she cuts him off, wiping some of the moisture from his cheeks with the swipe of her thumbs.

The heaving of his chest slows, the anguish in his eyes dimming, calming.

She's never been this close to him before, able to feel the exhale of his cool breath on her lips. She should take a step back, slip her hands from his grasp, create some much needed distance between them.

But the way this version of Castle looks at her, so open and needful, so unabashed in his desire to be near her... it has her body canting towards him, her carefully crafted resistance waning.

"Was I angry at you when you opened this? Yes. But I know why you did it, okay? I know you care, and I appreciate you for it."

"I'm still sorry," he whispers, staring down at her. Raindrops from his hair drip down the slope of his nose, fall to the inches of hardwood between their feet. "I'm sorry it hurt you. I'm so sorry-"

"Shh, no more," she says, gentle but firm. "No more being sorry."

Castle sighs, resting the weight of his cheek into one of her palms, the edge of his lips grazing her skin.

"Thank you."

She nods, touching one of her thumbs to the dip in his chin.

"Did you run all the way here to tell me this, Castle?"

"I couldn't sleep anyway," he shrugs, still holding to the slim bones of her wrists. "I'm up every night, trying to remember more. Remember you."

Her gaze flicks back to his, the blue in his eyes shifting, storming like the clouds outside.

"You remember enough," she tries to placate him. "You've remembered cases, my coffee, the first time we met-"

"The details," he murmurs. "I want every detail back. I read the first Nikki Heat book."

She swallows hard, lowers her eyes to the fabric of his t-shirt plastered to his chest.

"I want to remember what I was thinking when I wrote the dedication, those interrogation scenes, page 105-"

"Stop," she whispers, but her heart is stuttering unevenly in her chest, bumping against ribs and making her feel unsteady.

"I want to remember the moment I knew I wanted more with you," he breathes.

"More?" she echoes, letting his hands glide along her arms, cupping her elbows, trailing her triceps, cradling her shoulders.

"Kate." He leans in, forehead bumping against hers. "When I woke up, I saw you."

Her body sways into his without her permission.

"And I knew it would be okay."

She shakes her head, but he's nudging his nose against hers, lips glancing over hers with such tentativeness.

"Rick."

"When you're not around, everything feels wrong."

She barely has to arch onto her toes to kiss him, barely has to lean forward to finally seal her lips to his. Castle moans softly, as if in relief, as he kisses her back, his arms wrapping around her.

She shivers when the cold, wet front of his body presses against hers, but the chill fails to stop her from rising into him, from hooking her arms around his neck, fingers in his hair.

His mouth is a caress over hers, his tongue reverent as it slips past the seam of her lips.

She's always known he would be good at this, that they would combust from chemistry the moment she finally allowed it, but she didn't prepare for the trembling need in her bones, the rabbitting of her heart, the slam of the door at his back.

"Has it - always been like this?" he gasps, the heat of his breath fanning across her lips.

"Like what?" she murmurs, feathering her fingers at the still healing bump at the base of his skull, tracing her other hand down his side, feeling the quick rise and fall of his ribcage.

"The wanting," he mumbles, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. Kate hums, kissing him back and slipping a hand beneath the sopping fabric of his shirt. "I don't need to remember to know," he gets out, staining his lips to her jaw, searing along her bone. "I never wanted anyone like this."

He doesn't stop her from shoving the coat from his shoulders, the t-shirt over his head, letting it all hit the ground with a wet slap. He fists his hands in her oversized t-shirt, knuckles brushing the naked skin of her thighs, snagging in the lace at her hips.

Kate mewls against the nip of his teeth, dragging him from the door with her hands at his nape, walking backwards in the direction of her room.

"Me neither," she confesses into his mouth, finding that she believes it too. "It's always felt like this with us."

They stumble into her bedroom, but he's gentle as he lowers her onto the mattress, moves his body over hers, and kisses her like he wants to press every memory into her.

-

She gasps awake, her room still heavy with darkness, the storm still raging outside.

Her back is slick with sweat from that damn dream she's had every night since she shot Dick Coonan, since Castle lost his memories, since everything changed so brutally.

"Bad dream?"

Kate shifts in the sheets, finds him propped up on an elbow, watching her. Rain still spatters against the window across her room, painting splotches of moonlight and streaks of lightning across his skin. Rolling onto her back, she studies the bare expanse of his chest, the ruffled state of his hair, the clear sea of his eyes on her.

"Yeah," she murmurs, but her hand rises for his jaw, caressing the line of his throat with her fingers. "You?"

"No, just don't want to sleep."

Her fingers twine absentmindedly with the baby fine hairs at the base of his skull. "Why not? Afraid you might forget something?"

"Oh no," he grins, eyes sparking mischievously. "You were right, Kate. I had no idea."

Her lips part to make a remark when realization dawns on her.

"You remember that?"

"And a few other things," he teases, but he's smiling wide at her now, causing her heart to skip a few beats. "Not everything is there yet, still some blank spaces and pieces I can't unscramble yet, but... I'm pretty sure I remember the important parts."

She grins and snakes her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to meet him. His chest shakes with laughter against hers and then he's burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulder.

"Even if I didn't-"

"We'd just make new ones, Castle," she promises him, drawing back and dragging him down with her when she lowers herself back to the mattress, his body draping warm and firm over hers. "I like our..."

"Story," he supplies for her, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

"Our story," she chuckles. "But I could let go of a few pages if I can have this chapter."

"Ooh, Beckett," he grins, craning his neck to kiss her. "I didn't think you could get any hotter, but please keep using literary metaphors in bed."

She's laughing into his mouth, tangling her legs with his under the sheets.

"Wait," he gasps, tearing away from her. "I gotta ask-"

She arches an eyebrow impatiently.

"Remy's, tomorrow? I don't have a memory of us going on a first date."

Heat is radiating from his skin, his fingers twirling in her hair, and it scares the shit out of her, how much she likes him. How possible it could be to love him. She doesn't know if they would have ended up this way without the events of the last few days, but to resist it would be like fighting the tide. And she's rather enjoyed being swept up in him.

Maybe the fear is worth it, for the chance of loving him, letting him love her.

Her hands cradle his cheeks and she arches her neck to kiss him, slow and long and with desperation in the stroke of her tongue.

Castle moans and presses down, slotting into place against her.

"Yes," she breathes, stroking the bones of his cheek, letting her words caress his lips. "I'll make new memories with you, Rick."

#castle fanfiction #castle au #kate beckett #richard castle #2x11 #2x13 #castle #prompt #anon #mine

[thecoolnauta]

Idea for Sagau but instead of MC as a young adult who is love by everyone is just... A TEEN (xd)

THIS GOING TO BE LONG SO

So okay, (I'm bad at English so, I don't thinks this might be well understod but, please excuse it :'u) this actually came from me watching TOH while eating so.

Just think of it, where all Teyvat's knows about this mystic and graceful creature that is always near the Traveler and their little rare pixie. They know that a unknown creature even above their gods is traveling with the (far to nice) foreign.

They don't know how they look, they don't know how they act or even how they sound like, but they can feel them. A warm hug filled with curiosity and dearly affection.

Maybe they won't make a whole new religion for that new god, but they might pray them instead of their own Archons for very important wishes. Hoping for an instant, you'll hear them.

And even the Archons are cool with it!!! Since the Traveler came to Teyvat, everyone feels that love biting their skin in a childish way.

They imagine you like a benevolent and playful deity, a charming and elegant being that helps even with the most harmful missions, just for save them.

Just for make them smile again.

And there's you! A (probably) neurdivergent queer kid who might be not fully North American and is obsessed with fantasy and writing fanfics about your parental figures.

Yeah, you might get to intense when is about them. But hey, even Jesus doubt.

In your universe, Genshin is not, in fact, a thing. The whole freaking lore and the "gameplays" are just very detailed dreams you have every night.

You can't actually tell when it started, but it have a while so-

Yeah, you are really The Creator, huh.

Well, let me tell you something, IT'S GETTING WORSE

When your not that accepting parents decided to put you on a weird camp thing where you will be a honorable member of American society (yeah u know what I meant) a weird but cute... create stool your diary where you write your dreams.

To write a fanfic or smt idk.

And that, really weird existence with withe fluffy hair(?) and golden eyes ran into a forest that you never actually notice.

But screw that you probably change the state, you're getting back that diary.

Persecution cringy cinematic, blahblahblah and you get to a very gigante estructure more old than your last name. The fantasy and pure white practically inviting you to take a closer look.

And you do, of course (maybe was your internal desire of still being you)

You pass over it, the creature is gone, but you have your diary back. Yey :D!!

But man, this isn't the Americans, they would never take care of a forest like this.

Then you almost do the same travel of the not Abyss twin (I'm getting tired, I just want to name one of them but AHG), you walk all over the forest, see with amusement all around and WHY IT'S TOO FAMILIAR FOR THE LOVE OF MADOKAMI.

And yeah, after finding slimes and a statue of a very pretty man you realized you were in your dreams world.

oh, oh

Yep, you were in fuckin Teyvat's floor, touching Teyvat's grass and breathing Teyvat's oxygen...

AND LISTEN TO ME you just fall into Mondstadt to find a guide and a way to scape and all treats you like the Traveler but ways less useful. Just offering you food and awkward smiles by your strange kind of act.

(they just can't handle a neurdivergent kid with anger issues talking Spanish when they can't understand how the time works)

So after the fourth night sleeping on a bunch of boxes because you refuse to have any type of cold blood animal on you when you sleep, an aventure took you to the Favonius knights.

(Totally not a request, Katherine you inteligent metallic women)

So they might just seeing you like a kid who happens to be in the same spot as the Traveler, but less stronger and more but MORE curious than them.

You smeems to know everything, not just of them but their nation, asking thing that a normal foreign would never ask.

But after a while of overthinking, they just decide to let you wandering around Mondstadt, just if you don't cause any trouble.

In fact, you did, but shhhh..

Yeah, all that would ended like a weird but not problematic at all situation BUT OH NO LORD BARBAS FREE THEM BECAUSE THEY GET ATTACHED TO U MORE THAN THEY WANTED.

Found family found familying and stuff, you're totally Pog dude, never forget that.

AND WHEN THEM FINDS OUT YOU'RE THE CREATOR WHO TAKE CARE OF THEM AND TAKE CARE OF KILLING THE MENACE WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP THEY JUST:

"Oh for you, kiddo you were the creator all along!!!"

"The what?"

But you just go before they even finish to assimilate all that information bomb. And that repeats with all the nations, for the love of hippie god son

So yeah, they just re program their windows and treat u like the above mortals type and you're just confused and too neurdivergent for that shit so just "continue talking man, yeah I totally understand the fact that u see me as the god of gods, yeah sure, rad"

And yeah, that was everything, it's 3:00 and I'm very dizzy so, please don't mind my really bad grammar and thanks for reading all that.

(If you want to use the idea just give credits, it's okay) Maybe If I have time I'll write an actual fanfic or more headcanons but now I'm going to sleep.

Stay safe, remember: you can fight all this shit, you'll get better soon. Bye :v

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau brainrot #yeah just not reflecting at all #found family #platonic genshin x reader #probably trans reader fr #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #maybe they are just like Marcy or Luz #and what if we traumatize them? #just traumatized teens #and if it's slightly yandere idk

[andreal831]

If Klaus Mikaelson was not dangling a sword at the throat of every one of his love interests, do you think he would be the type to get bored of people? Would he perhaps date more often?

Elijah doesn't get bored of people.

We see this in TO season 1. He doesn't allow himself to fall in love easily but when he does, he falls hard. And he holds onto that love until he dies.

I firmly believe he loved Tatia, Celeste, and Hayley until his last breath. Even 200 years after Celeste's death he is still honoring his love for her. Even 1,000 years after Tatia's death, her death still haunted him.

I think his devotion to those he loves goes back further than Klaus' abuse. I partly believe it is just his personality. He is loyal beyond belief (beyond reason) and loves very deeply. But I also think it is how he was raised. He was born into a time of mourning in his family and it is clear he was neglected when he was very young. This greatly impacted the rest of his life. He wasn't given love as a child so when he loves others, he loves intensely.

Now I do think there is a misconception that Elijah doesn't date a lot. I think he actually does. We see him having more love interests than any of the other Mikaelsons (maybe even Rebekah). He didn't allow himself to fall in love with them, but he did care for them. Even with the threat of Klaus, he still started seeing Gia pretty quickly after Hayley's wedding. And before Hayley, he was seeing Katherine. I personally believe Elijah has issues being alone. If he is not close with his family at the moment, he needs to find comfort in someone else.

So I don't think dating was an issue for him, but I do think he would have allowed himself to love more people if Klaus hadn't been a constant threat to all of their lives.

Thanks for the ask!

#elijah mikealson #haylijah #hayley marshall #gilijah #celeste dubois #tatia #tvdu #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #klaus mikaelson

[sirianasims]

One afternoon, a few weeks after the festival fiasco, I came back to my room to find a note that seemed to have fallen off my nightstand. I had no idea who had delivered it, but it was clearly from Katherine.

I showed up at the time and place on the note, unsure what to think. It didn’t escape me that the mailbox outside said Antony & Katherine Gilscarbo. She was married? It made sense. The house seemed too expensive for a dean.

As I knocked, I felt tense. I didn’t know why she had asked me to come, but we definitely needed a serious talk about what happened in her office.

But when Katherine opened the door, my mind once again went blank. All the things I had thought about saying to her – completely gone.

Speechless, I took her in my arms. She giggled, but quickly dragged me inside before we could be seen by any neighbours.

Like in a trance, I lifted her up.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She laughed.

“Upstairs, first door on the left.”

Without putting her down, I kicked off my shoes and carried her upstairs.

I climbed onto the large bed with her still in my arms.

She smiled at me as I gently laid her down.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“One question, Katherine – your husband?”

A brief shadow crossed her face. “Conference. Do you mind?”

So she was indeed married.

To my surprise, I realised that I didn’t care.

We were like fire and gasoline, burning with an intensity I had never known.

It wasn’t until afterwards, when she fell asleep beside me, that I came to my senses.

What was I doing?

beginning / previous / next

#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen3 #eric duchelli #katherine gilscarbo #sims spice #seriously get your shit together eric #grandpa don would not approve

[blueopinions49]

Any tips on telling the difference between e7s and e8s ?

weirdly enough I believe E7 and E8 to have allot of similarities.

Lust and Indulgement

Sense for freedom

Assertive

Frustration with attachments

And allot of 7s can look like 8s (Han Solo SP7)

Vice Versa Katherine Pierce SP8 (looking like a SP7)

The 7

However the differences can be seen on how they approach life. The 7 yearns for freedom and pleasure (by pleasure I mean a general enjoyment of life) thats why their biggest problem is Gluttony. They want to enjoy everything at its fullest. Allot 7s imo have a 3 ish material desire BUT unlike the E3 who likes pretty things due to its aesthetic and value, the 7 enjoys them for the joy it brings to them.

Gluttony in the enneagram is an excessive need to consume indulgence.

The 8

Unlike the 7 the 8 doesn't look to enjoy things but rather have a full anatomical control of itself. The 8 tend to have a black and white view of things. They are natural go getters and dont mind being more abrupt about the things they want unlike the 7 who is more calm. Which is why their vice is lust incredibly fitting imo.

Lust in the enneagram is an intense desire to get X not usually sexual in nature but can be.

Characters to contrast them

Elite: Guzman (ESTJ 8w7 sp/sx) vs Christian (ESFP 7w8 sp/sx)

SATC: Miranda (ESTJ 8w9 sp/sx) vs Samantha (ESTP 7w8 sp/sx)

GOT: Cersei Lannister (ESTJ 8w9 sp/sx) vs Tyrion (ENTP 7w8 sp/so)

LOK Korra (ESFP 8w7 so/sx) vs Bolin ( ENFP 7w6 sx/so)

SW: Leia Organa (ENTJ 8w9 so/sp) vs Han (ESTP 7w8 sp/sx)

Inuyasha: Inuyasha (ESTP 8w7 sx/sp) vs Miroku (ENTP 7w6 sx/so)

TBOSAS: Sejanus (ESFP 8w9 so/sx) vs Lucy Gray (ENFP 7w6 sx/so)

Note: Sorry for taking so long to answer college has been difficult to handle due to graduation.

Note #2: I'll try and post unhealthy/ healthy type 6 this week.

#mbti #mbti personality types #enneagram #ennegram #personality typology #typology #16 personalities #zodiac #personality types #zodic signs #enneagram 8 #enneagram 7 #7w8 #7w6 #8w9 #8w7 #satc icons #samantha jones #miranda hobbes #lok #inuyasha #miroku #tbosas enneagram #tbosas

[mrsmikaelson]

Our little miracle

Katherine always knew that her love for the original Elijah overcame any obstacle, but she never thought that she could have a true miracle just because they were both vampires.

The vampire was sitting in front of the fireplace of the house that her partner built when he found out about the pregnancy, with her belly already visible in the seventh month, Katherine was reading about only true soulmates, even immortals, being able to conceive a child.

"So what does my pretty almost-wife think huh?" Elijah sat down, taking off his jacket.

"Nothing extraordinary just how eager I am to hold our daughter in my arms, I already love her so much. How is it possible for me to love someone so much that I would sacrifice myself if necessary for her to stay safe?"

"Maternal instinct Katerina. You are already an excellent mother" Elijah crouched down kissing the woman's belly feeling a kick against his lips

"I promise nothing will get in the way of our happiness"

"not even your brothers\sisters or that wolf mother of Klaus' daughter? She has a big crush on you, I'm not stupid"

Elijah looks up before smiling "Hayley doesn't interest me, my feelings for her are non-existent otherwise I wouldn't be here at your feet clearly hearing our daughter's heart rejoice"

Pierce felt a more intense kick when he squeezed the Original's hand, making him close his eyes in pain

"Your daughter is looking forward to meeting you"

"hold on for a few more months, soon you'll be in daddy's arms, my princess"

Elijah arranged Katerina on the couch so she was leaning against his chest while he picked up a book to read to his favorite girls.

while reading he caressed the bride's belly without knowing that his brothers were looking for him wanting help to eliminate a threat, when the vampires and the hybrid Marshall managed to track him by his scent they saw him in a somewhat shocking scene

"Since when is Elijah going to be a father?" Rebekah asked feeling a pang of envy, first Niklaus, now Elijah would be a father

"Who's that with him?"

"Well, that's Katherine Pierce, the girl who thought she would be dead by now" Niklaus said angrily

"You don't seem to like her very much"

Freya rolled her eyes, Bekah was jealous along with the wolf and Niklaus was angry.

"For the love of Heaven, let Elijah be happy at least once in his eternal life and let's go, invading his privacy is unforgivable"e

A\N: maybe I'll do a part two with the birth

#the originals #always and forever #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #katherine pierce

[amyzaaiman-blog]

On Grief & The Hard Time That People Are Giving Jackie Howard:

I just have to say that I lost my mom 3 years ago & have no relationship with my father, so I'm essentially an orphan. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, but everyone grieves differently. You don't know how you're going to respond until you're in that situation, so don't judge so hastily. My mom was the closest person in the world to me (besides my husband, who has been an amazing support) & losing her turned me into a complete mess. I didn't leave the house for about a year (that's not an exaggeration), I picked up about 17kgs and then proceeded to vomit everyday for the next year and lost all of the weight again. My hair fell out in clumps. I couldn't sleep. My period stopped for about 1.5 years. I did things I would NEVER have done beforehand, such as seeking escapism like smoking weed everyday. I couldn't function properly or work. I had permanent brain fog. Other people have different ways of responding to this type of situation. I was in such a confused, repressed haze for so long that I only feel as if I'm properly processing her passing now. For the first time in 3 years, I'm finally experiencing anger (which is one of the key phases of bereavement). You just never know.

If you read the book, it's clear that Jackie initially does have a very intense, emotional response after her family dies - she falls apart. She doesn't get out of bed for like a month. Then, one day, as a way of distracting herself & making her family proud, she gets out of bed & focuses solely on getting into Princeton. While they don't show all of this backstory in the show, it's very obvious to me that she's bottling up all of her emotions. Her worst nightmare is to be pitied. And honestly, as she says in the show, no one knows what to say to you in such circumstances. Everything sounds awkward/disingenuous/well-meaning but misplaced/alienating.

I'm really not surprised that she shies away from the deep connection that she has with Cole (who, let's be honest, is a fuckboy at the beginning of the show but who she clearly has a unique & immediate attachment to). She's so vulnerable that she latches onto the "safe" brother who makes her feel relatively normal again. He offers comfort & stability, which is exactly what you need when you feel lost, alone & untethered. She can't afford to be hurt again & that's what Cole represents/threatens - especially because of the way he treats other girls. When Cole asks her why she's with Alex, she doesn't say it's because she likes Alex more, but rather cites Cole's behaviour towards other women.

These boys are also forms of distraction from her grief. And to add to the mix, she's only 15 years old. What hormonal teenager hasn't been confused or made stupid, rash decisions that they regret? I'm 33 years old and I'm still making mistakes and cringing from things I said & did a month ago, a day ago, an hour ago. It's really obvious that her attraction to Cole continues percolating throughout the show until he does something so meaningful/thoughtful that she can't ignore her feelings any longer. And what he does for her is especially touching because it's so inherently related to her loss & the absence of her family. Throughout the show, Cole is the only one she really opens up to about her family; how much she misses them & her home. He understands her in a way that others don't because she won't let them in in the same way. He truly sees her. They challenge each other. And while these are beautiful parts about falling in love, they can also be extremely frightening because there's nowhere to hide.

I don't even blame the parents for not noticing what is truly going on (although I think Katherine has an idea). Teenagers are renowned for being secretive (not to mention that the adults are also dealing with much of their own stress). I actually really like the scenes that she has with Katherine. I think that they have an understanding. Katherine is still getting to know Jackie & there's no way that she'll ever come close to replacing her mother. It just doesn't work like that. People aren't interchangeable.

It's also important to note that Jackie's whole shtick & manner of coping is to have a veneer of being "fine". I think that she's worried that if she shatters the illusion, she'll just fall apart again. She's barely holding it together. Particularly at the start of the show, she's just going through the motions & existing. The messy but loving (albeit not in the very, very beginning) environment of the Walter household is what's keeping her afloat. By the end (she even says this), she finally feels like she belongs. She has meaningful relationships with the whole Walter family & extended clan, & the reason that she leaves is because she knows how royally she's fucked up. She's overwhelmed & scared - fearful of her own roiling emotions & how she's exacerbated the rift between Alex & Cole.

Yes, you could call her hypocritical because Cole "stealing" Paige (She's not an object, so let's check that language. She is a person & has agency) is one of the main things that Jackie repeatedly holds against him (& uses as an excuse for keeping him at a distance). But she definitely realises this, which is why she runs away. She knows that she's acted against her own morals.

This is a very long post, but my ultimate point is that people should have a little more compassion. Grief is not a linear process & life is not simply black & white - there are vast shades of grey in between. People can make "bad" choices & redeem themselves. Are we meant to define people by one ill-thought-out/passion-based/heat-of-the-moment decision that they made as a teenager when they were severely traumatised? I think that forgiveness is a better option & that people should be allowed to grow, change & learn from their mistakes. Season 2 is still on its way, remember?

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Dark Moon | Chapter Fourteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 4,5k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, slight panic attack at first, body worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, face riding, fingering, nipples licking, couch fucking, vaginal sex, intense orgasms and devastating emotions, soft yandere Jimin, mentions of ruined childhood

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰❤️

Hope you are happy with this update! This one is a bit longer than the others! Always let me know your thoughts, you make me very happy ❤️

PS: Forgive me for the mistakes, it was not an easy week for me and I did not have much time 😭❤️

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"I finally found you," huffed Seokjin in front of Choi Minhoo, the man had been tied to a wooden chair, only Minho, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon were present in that warehouse. The latter were just waiting for Jin's order to act; they were vibrating with fury.

"Be careful, Jin! My family members won't be happy about this!" he ranted with foam at his mouth, as frightened and rabid as a rat in a trap, Jungkook growled at those words, put his hand to his gun that he faithfully kept in his pocket, but a glance from Seokjin froze him in place.

"Uh, that's scary," put on a fake pout Jin with those beautiful rosy lips of his, "Now I'm going to shit my pants, look."

"Take the piss out of me, they're going to destroy you anyway," he growled, but that only made the man in charge of the Bangtans smile more broadly.

"That slut of a cousin of yours hurt Jimin when he was just a little boy, the result was that her body was dismembered by my dogs, and she was still alive while they ate her, you kidnapped and raped his woman, which amounts to another member of my family now," he began as he walked toward Minho, before grabbing the collar of his torn jacket, "I'm tired of having to pick up the pieces of what you and your damn family break, I will kill you all, child or adult, I will eradicate you from this world as the haughty and arrogant scum that you fucking are," he hissed, tightening his grip so tightly that the tendons in his wrists trembled before he pulled away.

Inhaling before recomposing himself, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with a smirk-that was Jin.

"Jin! Jin! Kim Seokjin, stop!" shouted Minho after him as the man walked away, giving way to his bodyguards, "You said you were interested in politics, right! I can introduce you to the prime minister!" he finally shouted desperately, but Seokjin ignored him expressionlessly.

Neither he nor Jimin would have soiled themselves for such a being. He had deliberately decided not to tell Jimin about Minho's capture, knowing him he would have wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he wanted him to spend more time with Y/N.

He knew that sooner or later Jimin would fall into the arms of a woman he would love with sincere passion, that was what was needed for a troubled soul like his.

They needed to be done with the Choi family forever, all of them.

For days there had been a tense air in the house, Jimin was not there-according to him he had vital research to do-and in his place Taehyung had arrived to keep her company. He did not even use the guest room, preferring the living room sofa to Y/N's dismay.

The living room was her favorite place to read and eat, with Taehyung having conquered that piece of the apartment by now she could always be found hanging around it and disappearing.

Taehyung on his part tiptoed around when she was present, feeling uncomfortable.

He had endangered her with his indifference, plus he had also seen her in an extremely delicate moment, where she was weak and naked in every way.

He always peered at the girl with a pout, undecided how to start a possible conversation, she was not helping him at all in this, she was always so quiet and on her own....

With a snort he saw her head for the kitchen for a snack. He had to do it now.

"Y/N" when he reached her the woman gasped slightly, she had not expected him to come and talk to her, they had ignored each other so peacefully until now, inside she regretted leaving her room.

"Yes?" she huffed slightly, turning away.

At first glance Taehyung looked like a man of integrity, serious and good at his job, but at that moment he was showing his face full of emotion. He seemed nervous about something.

"I ... would like to apologize to you," he said with a note of embarrassment, the girl's eyes widened.

"To me?"

"Yes, it was my fault that they managed to catch you that day. It was my responsibility to control and protect you, I broke my word and for that I apologize" Taehyung bowed respectfully, Y/N was simply stunned.

They had never treated her with that much respect, why now?

Something told her that Jimin's hand was present.

"It's not totally your fault, I attacked your friend and you were reasonably pissed off, I apologize for making you worry about Jimin's condition.... I lost my mind in that instant, I did the only thing I thought was right so I wouldn't suffer anymore," she explained with regret.

"You did what anyone would have done," Taehyung replied, "My anger aside, Jimin was not behaving well with you and you did what you thought was right, that doesn't mean I would allow you to do it again, but I can still understand and yes, it remains my responsibility what happened to you, there won't be a next time."

Y/N nodded a little embarrassed, the determined expression in those languidly slitted eyes put her slightly in awe.

"Um... would you like some strawberry tea? I've made too much for myself," she said turning slightly toward the full teapot, with a small smile Taehyung agreed.

"I love strawberries."

Jimin came home with such a serious look on his face that it made Y/N guess that it was better to turn away from him.

Taehyung had left ten minutes earlier and the idea of being alone with a Jimin in that state unnerved her, she did not want to think that the boy would attack her again for his frustrations, so it was best not to pull the cat's tail too much.

The boy in question noticed the girl's strange attitude, she was moving in a hurry to wash her dishes, she wanted to run to her room and this would have been clear even to the least empathetic person in the world.

"Y/N" the sound of his voice uttering her name so quietly made her freeze suddenly, the water continued to flow in the sink without any more purpose and she did not move to stop it, "Can you come here please?"

She closed her eyes with a soft, inaudible sigh, counted to three before turning away with a slight smile.

She left everything in the sink and turned off the water, then walked over to him who sat at the table staring at her with predatory, glittering eyes, one rings-decorated hand tapped on his thick, muscular thigh, the elastic fabric of his pants wrapped around it beautifully and she found herself swallowing, "Sit here."

She did as she was told and the boy's arms soon wrapped around her at hip level, Jimin buried his head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

Y/N felt herself flaring up, the sensation of Jimin's warm breath warmly caressing her made her heart, already swollen with unexpressed emotions, throb.

"Jimin?"

"I've missed you," he repeated the words with which he had returned her the day he found her, Y/N instantly relaxed noticing that Jimin did not mean to hurt her in any way.

"I missed you too," she returned the hug, sinking her face into the soft locks of the man who smiled broadly in response.

"It's been especially stressful to handle things today."

"Are you looking for Minho?"

She asked quietly, not giving away how much even mentioning his name destabilized her, but Jimin knew her well by now; in fact, he sent her a reproachful look.

"Don't ask things you don't want to know, baby," he softly stroked one cheek still marked by a light bruise.

"I just wish you would confide in me, you keep everything inside and then you get sick."

"I won't be sick if you're with me," he replied seriously, peering longingly at her, his eyes lowered to her sugary lips and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.

"Jimin...."

"Y/N." he stopped her by pronouncing her name firmly, "I want to make love to you."

A delicious twinge of pleasure made her intimacy throb, the arms she held tightly around the boy's neck trembled, "Jimin, I don't know if..." she felt so confused.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him with all her heart, but she didn't want to be reminded of Minho, or his henchman hitting her repeatedly as she and Jimin lost themselves in their moment.

"Let's try it," she narrowed her eyes at the man's pleading tone, it was a new side of Jimin she never thought she would see, perhaps he had never begged any woman to fuck, the idea that she was the first one he begged even for a kiss appealed to her, "If anything happens I will stop immediately."

After that reassurance she found herself nodding with soft legs, Jimin kissed her with transport, savoring those sweet lips that tasted of tea and strawberries, fuck, it could become his new favorite taste.

Y/N reciprocated more calmly, trying to keep up with the man's voraciousness that did not just stop at her lips, but sank into her mouth languidly seeking the woman's tongue, gently intertwining in a perfect dance for them.

In a way she found it touching how tender Jimin was in squeezing her hips without hurting her, she had never experienced such intimacy with a man before, she liked it, and she did not want it all to end and go back to the dry old normal.

When they parted a few tears escaped from the young woman's eyes, Jimin stepped back slightly wiping the path they traced along her tender cheeks.

"Should we stop?" he asked sympathetically, but Y/N denied it immediately.

"No, it's just... I liked it, I've never done it like that," she said.

"Like that?"

"So intimate, with someone who loves me" she pulled up with her nose crinkling her eyes.

Jimin's blood froze in his veins, not that he had been a saint, but those words punctuated how much the childhood of the girl he was holding in his arms had sucked.

He kissed her again, feeling in his mouth the salty, lukewarm taste of her small tears that broke his heart, yes, Park Jimin now felt sorry for a past that did not belong to him, but love did that and more, it changed people and Jimin fit perfectly into that category.

He loved her and would get anything that made her sad out of the way, he slid into the neckline of her blouse, kissing every available flap of skin before he himself pulled off every single button that separated him from that body that drove him crazy. From the first time he had seen her, he knew he would desire her every hour of every day, sometimes it hurt so much it was unbearable.

When he freed her from that restraint he found himself face to face with the young woman's bare breasts, he inhaled wordlessly at the sight, god how much he had missed this, even as Minho's now superficial footprints on that divine temple made him growl.

Then he frowned, "Were you bra-less the whole time with Taehyung around?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "It hurt..." she mumbled embarrassedly, referring to the bruises clearly, the bra pressed painfully against them.

Jimin inhaled softly, again bridging the distance between the two of them with yet another kiss of the evening, lulling her gently with his breath, his hand slipped over a rosy little button, teasing its tip, which rose turgidly under Jimin's expert touch, which descended to gently lick the areola before gently biting the tip of the sensitive nipple.

Y/N in response pushed her chest into Jimin's mouth, sighing in sweet waves of desire.

The man pulled away only long enough to effortlessly pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, Y/N held back a surprised sob, and she watched the man's playful smile.

"Will we do it here?" she asked curiously, Jimin chuckled.

"We'll do it everywhere, sweetheart," he sighed, attaching himself to the girl's neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing her soft neck to leave his personal mark; he wanted to remove Minho's presence everywhere from her, "And I'll make you feel sensations you never had a chance to experience."

"Mh..." she squeezed her eyes shut under the weight of Jimin descending lower and lower, marking a glowing trail of wet kisses and bites all along her belly, with his hand he passed the barrier of her panties and barely grazing her pubis he sank his hand into her intimacy, gathering between his fingers a large amount of transparent essence that had already left her throbbing slit. It was the first time he had felt her so soaked for him; it felt like a dream.

"Fuck," he cursed excitedly, quickly slipping off his pants with his free hand, giving his big, hard cock some relief.

He went back to sucking one of her turgid nipples as his fingers began to play between her folds, Y/N moved her hips willingly against his hand, in her mind the only thing present was the idea of Jimin taking her on that couch.

"How do you feel?" he asked blowing hot air on one nipple, Y/N's clit twitched seeking attention.

"It feels good... so good," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "And I want to feel you inside me, Jimin."

The latter smiled, amazed at the woman's stance, before a more wicked grin furrowed his cheeks.

He leaned closer to the girl's ear before murmuring, "And I'm going to come inside you with my cock and my fingers, soon my cock will be the only thing you'll feel between now and tomorrow, baby doll," he ignored the girl's faster breathing and continued licking her earlobe between his lips, "But first I want you to feel what my tongue can do, I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you'll cry for it," he took off his shirt as well, showing off his well-delineated and strong abs, a deep V went down to below the layer of his boxers that he hastened to carelessly throw on the floor, the sight of his swollen cock already moist with precum made her swallow without any more saliva.

She simply spread her legs for Jimin, but the position reminded her of the one they had forced her into and she stiffened.

"Jimin..." she closed her legs again shaking her head, Jimin immediately reached for her.

"Hey, hey...what's going on, baby?"

"I can't do it like this, I'm sorry" she still couldn't get over her trauma, she was about to have a panic attack and didn't want to disappoint Jimin, but the boy hugged her again.

"There are many ways to do it," he chuckled lightly trying to make her calm down, "Don't feel wrong, you're not."

"R-Really?" she looked at him curiously, wanting to have sex with him, but other than missionary and doggy style she had not tried anything else, ever.

The man nodded, "Give me some space, love."

She did as she was told and saw Jimin lie down in her place, she stood looking at him confused.

"What should I do now?" she asked innocently, Jimin gave her a smug look.

"Sit on my face."

The woman widened her eyes, what was she to do?

"I ... are you serious?"

"Trust me, we'll both like it," he replied biting his full lips, making Y/N's legs tighten.

She sighed slightly and listened to the boy, with some difficulty due to her inexperience she found herself with Jimin's face at the height of her soggy core, she found it incredibly awkward, but that feeling of imprisonment was gone.

From his side Jimin gazed in ecstasy at her wet intimacy, licking his lips he opened her folds with a gentle thrust of his fingers, before leaving a long, slow streak of saliva with his tongue, until he stopped at her swollen and needy clitoris, Y/N widened her eyes and collapsed onto the man who did not complain.

With her nose pressed against the young woman's pubis, she sucked conspicuously on that sweet trembling pearl, Y/N cried out in shock at those strange sensations she had never experienced before, Jimin's soft tongue enveloped her softly, but the pleasure was intense, it was all so terribly beautiful and hard at the same time that she began to shake her hips trying to escape from the continuous strokes of Jimin's fast tongue. The boy seemed to love eating her.

"Fuck, oh... oh! Jimin!" she shrieked breathlessly, the man held her thighs tightly preventing her from escaping, sinking his tongue into her hot and wet entrance, Jimin's eyes rolled back at that sweet taste, he could drink Y/N's essence all his life, she would never be enough for him, his cock trembled releasing thick whitish liquid, he could have easily come that way, his balls throbbing painfully with every moan or scream the girl let out without any more reins.

"Please, please stop!" she cried as she felt something coming, something powerful and devastating.

With the tip of his tongue Jimin again played with the shiny, quivering clitoris, finishing with a light bite that made the young woman stiffen, locking her in the grip of a powerful and strong orgasm, breathtaking in places, her first fucking orgasm.

She began to tremble and weep, no longer even able to bear the gentle caresses of the man adoringly wiping away all her pleasure that had soiled the inside of her thighs down to Jimin's chin.

She rolled to the side clutching her legs and wincing again, Jimin lying on his side wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders, gently brushed one thigh and invited her to raise one leg, "That's it, baby girl... let me feel how good I did," he chuckled as he aligned himself with her entrance, lightly pushed the massive tip of his cock already lubricated with his own cum against her ultra-sensitive slit, Y/N gasped slightly with blurred vision, but let him.

Jimin pushed himself into the sublime depths of her pussy with a delighted sigh, tried to be gentle and delicate, but her almost impossible to groove intimacy soon made him lose his mind, the girl's previous orgasm had made her walls more perceptive and consequently also tighter, each thrust was an immense rush of pleasure and stun for the boy, who pounded hard until his swollen balls popped against the girl's sweaty skin, who opened her mouth wide, feeling a stunning mix of enjoyment with a hint of pain that made her lose her mind, pressed her mouth against the back of the couch to keep from screaming, Jimin gasped against her ear.

It was different from all the other times, she was experiencing pleasure, those thrusts were delicious, not painful, Y/N was simply happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hold me so tight, my love," he sang lost in his daze, his swollen shaft began to quiver and tremble over and over again, he was coming, "Aaahh... Oh, my-! Fuck, Y/N!" he growled her name like a prayer, quickly sank his cock deeper, touching her cervix again and again, causing the woman to tremble wordlessly as she reached for the man's hand to clasp it between hers.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed without now a breath, the girl nodded.

"Me too, oh God, me too," she replied without any more concern for her moans, Jimin smiled proudly and taking the young woman's chin in his hands he forced her to look at him.

"Open your mouth" he grunted with dark eyes, Y/N obeyed already knowing what was about to happen and accepting it with pleasure, Jimin spit into her oral cavity and before giving her time to swallow he kissed her, mixing their flavors and tongues, that was enough to make the young man's cock throb, whose pleasure exploded in violent spurts of white liquid in the girl's lap, over and over again he pumped himself into her, who came in an orgasm more intense than the previous one, she could not even find the strength to scream, she just stood there taking the man's seed in spasms.

Jimin waited for her to calm down before leaving her with his now soft and satisfied cock, he lay down beside her more comfortably and kissed her many times, wiping her face of tears with his lips and and gifting her affectionate gestures that even he did not know he was capable of.

He was fucking in love with her.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in her ear.

Y/N turned to him with a joyful smile, it had been two weeks since that intense and wonderful evening, Jimin had woken her up the next morning with a series of sweet kisses and breakfast in bed, he was so different from the man who had kidnapped her and that helped her fall in love with the boy even more.

"Really?" she asked trying not to appear too excited, Jimin nodded softly.

"Close your eyes," he said, but the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Is this perhaps another one of your wild sessions that see your mouth eating me, Park Jimin?" she said with a raised eyebrow, Jimin at first had spent so much time telling her that he would never give her pleasure with his mouth, she still could not believe how much the boy liked to use his tongue to fuck her over and over again, he seemed almost obsessed. She obviously did not complain.

Jimin grinned slyly, "That one later, love," he chuckled, confirming the girl's thoughts, but Y/N stopped at that affectionate nickname, he always called her "love".

She smiled with a warmed heart once again and closed her eyes, when Jimin was satisfied he moved on to the next step.

"Now open your hands."

Y/N puffed slightly, but listened to him once more, something very light and rectangular was placed on her palms.

"Open your eyes."

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of an emerald-colored letter. It was beautiful, little gold leaves were drawn around the edge, intertwining, but still she did not understand what the boy was getting at.

"You wrote me a letter?" she laughed softly, but Jimin shook his head.

"Open it..." he said simply, and there Y/N could see all his nervousness.

She looked at it again, opening it slowly and pulling out a parchment-colored wrapper, she unwrapped it too and her breath caught.

She brought a hand to her mouth and sobs immediately escaped her control, Jimin held her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

In her hands were two photographs, the first depicted her sister smiling in the arms of a man with western features, it had been taken at a park well lit by green trees and sunlight, she looked so happy and healthy.

In the second she always had a big smile on her face, but in her arms she held a small bundle that she looked at with eyes full of love.

"She's alive," she sobbed against the chest of Jimin, who nodded relieved to have seen no negative reaction.

"Yes, she ... was bought by a wealthy american, he wanted to give her to his son as a birthday present, but he didn't expect that his son would fall in love with her and decide to marry her, she is fine and lacks absolutely nothing, Y/N."

Y/N lifted his flushed gaze into that of the boy, "Thank you, Jimin.... I know you shouldn't have investigated a client, but you did and I thank you," she hugged him as if he was her only pillar of support, which he really was.

But the boy did not look happy, shortly afterwards he sighed.

"There is also another thing in truth."

Y/N broke away slightly.

"I know everything, I know why you ran away from your family, I know why you changed your name, everything."

The woman froze.

She began to shake her head, trying to pull away, but Jimin held her back, "How did you… no, why?" she was lost, why would Jimin do such a thing? She wanted to forget her past!

"How long have you known?"

"Since you disappeared, the last words you said to me… I had to understand, Y/N."

"No! You shouldn't have done-"

"Your uncle met the end he deserved to meet," he said suddenly.

The implication was there, heavy in both their minds.

They looked at each other a few moments, then Jimin hugged her out of the blue.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he began to repeat like a mantra with his lips pressed to her temple, "He won't hurt you anymore, baby," he whispered, Y/N snuggled softly against him.

"Never again?" she made in a tiny little voice, as if the child self was asking for reassurance from the man who had become the center of her world.

"Y/N, I haven't changed," he said, the steel in his eyes confirmed to the girl what she had suspected. Jimin had not changed, he loved her and treated her well, but the killer behind those half-moon eyes that smiled at her was always there, ready to snap at Kim Seokjin's every command, and to tell the truth that realization calmed her, "I made him pay for every single disgusting thing he did to you and I made sure he will never do anything like that to anyone else ever again," he concluded, returning his mind to the moment of capture.

It had not been easy to track him down, it had turned out that he was a loan shark under the command of another Korean Mafia family, that was what got him a lot of money unlike his brother and sister-in-law.

"He played us, he said he was going to help our family," she trembled with her eyes glazed over and grainy, looking at Jimin with sadness and sorrow, "Instead it was just an excuse to..." a gasp of vomit blocked the words in her throat, Jimin brushed a light kiss against her forehead.

"That bastard got the punishment he deserved, now you're with me, that's what's important, okay?" Y/N nodded quickly, seeking comfort in his arms. Little Y/N cried bitterly in the mind of the now adult girl, seeing her mother giving in under her father's pressure, the man feared losing her brother's favor and ending up on the street.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than my own life," Jimin replied immediately, Y/N licked her lips.

"Good, because I love you too, Jimin," she whispered dimly, but the boy heard her anyway, smiling relieved he still cradled her with his chin resting on her head.

"I'll take care of you, I won't let you lack anything," he promised, Y/N closed her eyes letting him carry her to bed like a cute little doll.

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to your knowledge, did King James ever abuse George in some way? I’ve seen people throw that word around

tw abuse, child abuse, coercion, violence against animals and stuff

It depends on what you mean by abuse. If you consider a severely power-differentiated relationship abuse, then the whole thing is abusive, but also every interpersonal relationship in the 17th century is abusive.

I don’t know of any reported instance of James hitting George, nor of overt sexual coercion (though we know very little about their bedroom life, such as it is possible for historians to argue that they never had sex, although this is a minority view now). James was VERY into marrying off his courtiers, including his favorites, and when George married Katherine, while James still expected George to be constantly at his side, he encouraged them to go at it and make babies. Most of James’s favorites seem to have transitioned out of sleeping with him, and he remained very affectionate with them. Also, remember how James called Carr not wanting to sleep with him “a mere unkindness”? He was hurt, and I read those words as being whiny and guilt trip-y, but it’s not like he was demanding constant service. (Also, many historians think George was probably not having sex with James towards the end of James’s reign simply because James was very sick. Yet this is the period of James’s most intensely romantic letters.)

James, we should remember, hated violence (at least between humans) and had trauma over being shouted at. This doesn’t mean he would never perpetuate it. He did have a temper (nothing like Henry VIII levels though). He led armies, personally oversaw torture, sentenced people to brutal death, etc. — although in this period these would be seen as just actions that a moral king should do, protecting his people against criminals and outlaws. James was popularly criticized for being too soft.

There is an oft-repeated story about him trying to strike a teenage Henry Frederick with his cane during a hunt. This would have been considered acceptable discipline for a father to mete on his son, if “justified” by bad behavior. However, Henry Frederick simply rode off and most of the hunting party went with him, signaling that the prince was more popular than the king and James was not considered justified in this case. (Though, I heard this story told once where HENRY FREDERICK is the one who tried to hit JAMES.)

James and George did argue with raised voices, James publically snubbed George during problem periods of their relationship, but I don’t know that these would really be “abuse” rather than conflict. There is the aspect of the power differential, where George has to grovel and apologize to get James to forgive him, because James was the king. However, James very readily gave his forgiveness (and not just to George, he was generally very eager to forgive any of his friends or favorites for anything if they promised him their love).

Robert Carr DID yell at James, and the main thrust of James’s extremely long feelingsdump letter to him was that he felt hurt and betrayed that Carr wanted to “hold him by awe” (fear) “rather than by love”. So James felt Carr was controlling him by threats and angry outbursts, which James resented, saying that he would do anything for Carr for love, but if he felt he was being taken for granted and Carr was bullying him, that that love would swiftly turn to hate.

(Of course, we must remember that James was a divine right king, so we should be suspicious of his characterization of Carr’s behavior. When James is this massively entitled, such that he genuinely thinks it is a religious sin to resist his will, is he correctly perceiving this situation? Is he overreacting to a relatively modest drawing of boundaries by Carr? I’m inclined to think James genuinely felt betrayed and Carr really was yelling at him and scaring him, but we can’t fully trust James’s perspective.)

So, the short answer is, I don’t know of any instance between James and George that is unambiguously abuse, although of course their whole relationship is colored by power and manipulation. But I’m not a historian or biographer or anything. I’m just a James enjoyer, constantly learning new things, so there could have been an instance somewhere, I simply haven’t learned of it yet.

In the Mary & George trailer, there’s an instance of James wiping George’s face with blood, but this is not from violence against humans; this is a ritual of the deer hunt, where the leader of the hunt (James) marks his companions with the fresh blood of the kill. So this is an act of favor and weird homoerotic intimacy rather than violence towards George.

#james vi and i #George Villiers #mary & george #robert carr #henry frederick #dad and dog #james's weird stan rambles again #tw abuse #tw sa #tw child abuse #tw hunting #tw violence #content note #sorry I’m trying to play it safe for people’s blacklists!

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Our little game pt. 4

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 3~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Katherine and Elijah's wedding. Of course everything will go well, and nobody will harm the ceremony, right? And Klaus won't mention your night together or the feelings between you, right? Warning(s): intense caresses, I think I might a little over fluff it. So there is a little angst at the end. For balance ;-) *cough*death mention*cough*, drinking from a vampire, a vampire drinking from a human Word count: 4,9k+

I was sitting in the Klaus' bathroom for 15 minutes now. I got ready a long time ago, but my own fear of standing before hybrid made me hide in his bathroom. It was a very shit position, if you ask me.

"Y/N! We have to go! Hurry up, love! I'll be waiting in the car!"

Speaking of the devil. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I can handle this. Two days and one night, and I can run far away.

What can go wrong?

I came out of the bathroom in my light blue dress, and after putting on my jacket, I left the mansion. I got into the car next to Klaus, searching internally for the most embarrassing ride of my life.

"You look beautiful. Katherine will be jealous of the attention you steal at the altar."

"Thank you. You look good as well."

"About last night…" he began, glancing hesitantly at me through the car mirror.

"It was only to get things out of our system. To relax after stressful preparation." I cut him off before he could say anything. It's best for all of us if we treat this as a one-night stand. I had my own life to go back to. And he his.

"And is it? Out of your system?"

No. Never.

"You've been helpful." I replied, pretending to be immensely interested in the passing buildings.

"Well, if that's what you want." he growled. His rabided figure reflected in the side window of the car haunted me.

"Don't look at me like that. We were drunk as hell, what did you expect?" his hands tightened on the steering wheel so that his knuckles were white.

"I don't know. I was the one who told you several times to stop. Thinking about it, I was an innocent victim and you used me!"

"Oh please, don't put innocent and you together in one sentence! We both know you're far from being a saint. Besides, I don't remember you complaining when I was on you." I growled at him, annoyed by his behavior. Like he'd never done a one-night stand before. It's not like I was going to throw myself into his waiting arms (after he fucked my brain out) and confess my undying love to him.

"And I don't remember you, wanting to get out of my arms so much, to jump into bed with that dumb ex of yours."

"I've been waiting for the big ending, but I guess your fame far outstrips your skills."

"Don't pretend you didn't like it, love. I don't remember you complaining when I was inside you. In fact, you very often and willingly agreed with what I was doing to you, occasionally screaming my name."

"I just didn't want to embarrass you."

"Of course, love. As if you'd ever show me a little kindness instead of treating me like a monster."

"If I treat you so badly, then why the hell do you even bother coming back to me at every damn time?!"

"Because I'm in love with you, for the bloody hell!" his statement immediately froze me in place.

All I could do was stare at the equally astonished original. He wasn't going to say it. But he did. And I couldn't just ignore it. It was different to hear those words drunk, drowned in the heat of passion and the new, unfamiliar, and exciting feeling of the touch of our bare skins, than to hear them in the middle of an argument. Without knowing why, they felt more real to me now.

"What? You love me?" I choked out, realizing after a moment that we were already at the wedding venue, and the hybrid was afraid to look at me again.

"Forget about it." he growled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. I sat there, too dazed to make any further move. I was pulled out of my confusion by my phone ringing.

Tommy

"Please, not now." I groaned as I switched off my phone and finally got out of the car. I had a wedding I was supposed to help with.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Veil? Seriously?" Bekah's incredulous question made me laugh softly, which I did my best to hide from the bride.

"Yes. Do you mind?" she raised an inquiring eyebrow, challenging her silently.

"Let's change the subject." I offered, trying to avoid another war between vampires before they bicker over a stupid wedding veil. "Something blue?"

"Sapphire earrings."

"Something borrowed?"

"A necklace from you."

"Something old?"

"The bride." Rebekah coughed, interrupting. I could barely keep from laughing. I started to push the blonde out of the room for fear that Katherine would throw herself at her future sister-in-law.

"Okay. Why don't you see if Nadia's here and check if the pianist needs anything? By the way, have you seen Kol anywhere?"

"He was holed up somewhere with Klaus as soon as you guys arrived. I'd look in the wine cellar if I were you."

"Can you ask Freya to check them out? I still need to take care of a few things here." I sighed, leafing through the list and glancing at the surprisingly thoughtful and quiet brunette in the white dress.

"Fine, but don't think for even a second that I'll just forget that you and my brother came here both late and in the same car." she warned me, pointing an accusing finger at me. I snorted, taking it off my face.

"Sure. Go now. I'll meet you in half an hour." I closed the door behind the original and sighed.

"Okay, what's going on between you and the big bad wolf?" Kath asked, eyeing me suspiciously. Of course, only she would be able to ask that question straight out of the blue. I opened my eyes, taking in her stressed figure again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You're the one who's been acting weird today, ever since I walked into this room." I said, stepping closer to the vampire and standing behind her to examine both of us in the mirror. We looked killer, even though our faces were clearly worried.

"Of course I am. It's my wedding day."

"You seemed excited about today. What has suddenly changed?" the brunette sighed, turning towards me but avoiding my inquisitive gaze at all costs.

"Through the window, I saw Hayley enter the building while I was changing."

"She what? You think she went to Elijah?"

"Maybe."

"Do you want me to check this out?"

"No. I don't." her hushed, hesitant voice worried me greatly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Don't be upset. Elijah loves you. Yes, he has history with Hayley, but he chose you. He proposed to you, not her." I reminded her, trying to comfort her somehow.

"I know! But what if I was just his second choice, after Hayley married Jackson? What if we are doing all of this just because he can't have her? I shouldn't be here or even saying "yes" at first." if she'd been showing signs of stress before, she was sure now, judging by the way she paced the room in panic, trying to come up with a contingency plan.

I was right there beside her, comfortingly hugging her and stroking her hair (so as not to mess up Kath's hairstyles by Rebekah. A blonde would kill me without a moment's hesitation.)

"Okay, come here. Shh. We can run away from here whenever you want. Just say a word. But first, think: What if he really, truly loves you? After all, you've two spent 500 years circulating around you. All these secret meetings under Klaus' nose all over the centuries make for a beautiful love story. And you have to admit that even when you were with someone else, you were still thinking about him. You've changed yourself and your life as much for him as he has for you. I'm looking at you two, and it fits. Even if you're so different from each other and get into little fights sometimes or disagree on something. I wish I had a relationship like yours, where you'd rather have a heated argument with your second half than make out with someone else."

"Fuck you. You ruined my makeup." she murmured, sobbing. I gave her a handkerchief, laughing.

"This can be easily fixed. So? Is the wedding still on?"

"Yes. I think so." she said, nodding her head with a small smile.

Stone from the heart. Crisis averted. Elijah will have to give me one of their famous, centuries-old wine barrels as a reward.

"Do you want me to stay with you a little longer, or can I go and start scolding everyone I come across?"

"You can go and torture them."

"As you wish, your majesty. I'll send Nadia here if I see her. You looked like you needed a hug from your daughter."

"Y/N!" she called after me, so I turned to her. "Thank you. But we still need to talk about Klaus." she pointed out, this time raising a wave of anxiety in me.

After this quarrel in the car, my problem increased even more. (As if the one-night stand hadn't done its job already.) And an inner, festering guilt for being the next Elena Gilbert haunted me whenever I saw either of the two men in love with me.

Fuck. I forgot to call Thomas back.

"Shit!"

I screamed as I rushed out of my room into the courtyard and tried to turn on my phone. I walked over to the orchestra, sorting out the final details, when the sound of the text finally came.

I'm sorry; I fucked up. We've been hanging out with the girls, and I've been running some last-minute errands since morning.

Tommy: I know. I spoke to Klaus while you were still sleeping this morning.

What the hell?! This bastard didn't even stutter a word about this.

Tommy: Don't worry. We didn't promise ourselves anything. However, I can't deny that I'd rather hear the truth from you than your lies (although I must admit that the taste of my own medicine is indeed bitterer than I thought).

Tommy: So, are congratulations okay?

NO! Absolutely. We'll never be… something.

Tommy: I could infer something completely different from his morning speech. Never mind. I hope you know that no matter what happens, I will always be your friend. So go back to that hellish wedding and have fun, honey! We can talk about all this at tomorrow's dinner if you want.

It would be nice. I'll call you, I promise!

I sighed, shoving my phone into my dress pocket, and went looking for Kol. I had to make sure he didn't get completely drunk before the wedding started. On the way to the basement, I began to wonder about Thomas. I really doubted he'd take it so well. We weren't promising anything, as he said, but I had a feeling he'd be… hurt if he found out about that drunken night. In that respect, he had more class than Klaus, who took the first possible opportunity to throw it in his face. This 1,000-year-old fossil sometimes behaved worse than his daughter.

I went down to the liquor cellar only to find two half-drunk originals swimming in one of the wine barrels as if it was perfectly normal. How were these two idiots related to Elijah and Freya?

"What the hell is going on here, huh?" the two men froze in silence, watching my every step towards them.

"Nik… that's it. That's her. The destroyer of fun and innocent hearts in love." they burst out laughing. Kol dug deeper into the barrel, probably taking another sip of wine.

"Kol, darling, should I call Davina? Or are you capable of bringing yourself back into a sober state before I cut your legs off and put them back into you where the sunlight doesn't usually arrive?" I asked as he emerged from the barrel.

"Did you say in a poetic way that you would rip off my legs and stick them up my ass?"

"Yes."

"Couldn't you say it simpler? Despite my clever camouflage, I am not Elijah, and I do not catch such lofty words. Do not look at me like this! I'm going, right? You're lucky, brother, that this praying mantis didn't eat you yesterday after you did your part." he grumbled as he was trying to come out.

His suit dripped red liquid, whose drops fell to a stone floor. I carefully watched his receding silhouette, throwing a wooden stake in his direction at the moment he was about to pass through the door frame. The man ducked, accelerating. I smiled, knowing his sisters would give him a lecture after seeing the wine stains on the floor.

"Are you going to politely follow in your brother's footsteps, or should I come over there and fish you out?" I asked the second original, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Maybe I could use a little encouragement."

"Encouragement?" I moved closer to the barrel and stood on my tiptoes to align our faces. The hybrid's arrogant smirk faded as soon as he felt the warmth of my closeness. His already pink, wine-colored cheeks flushed even redder. Klaus watched me speechless, completely unprepared for such a move from me. He must have been absolutely convinced that I would avoid him, just as he avoided me. The difference was that a drunk Klaus was... less of a threat to me.

I licked my lips, watching a drop of wine run down the column of his throat. I decided not to hold back and traced the next drop with my tongue.

"What kind of encouragement?" I whispered against his neck.

"Uhm… Y/N…" he gasped dazedly, entwining his hand in my hair and pulling my eager mouth closer to his neck. As soon as I felt his accelerated pulse with my tongue, I pulled away from his skin, watching as the hickey I created disappeared from the original.

I continue to tease him by brushing his nose with mine and pulling away every time he was about to catch my lips in another kiss.

Suddenly, he growled, annoyed with my successful escapes. He tried to move closer to me, but he lost his balance, crashing out of the barrel onto the floor with a loud moan.

I chuckled as I walked over to the drunken hybrid and with a flick of my wrist, I dried and cleaned his suit.

"Be a good boy for me and get ready to be a best man, or Marcel will take your place. You can check on Elijah and see if he needs anything. Also, since you have time to party with your little brother, you'll definitely be able to handle calling the caterer and confirming the final details and payment. Don't forget the rings!!" I shouted, tossing him my to-do list and heading for the exit.

"You have no mercy, woman." he muttered indignantly at my retreating figure.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ready, love?" Klaus' question snapped me out of putting the final touches on the bouquets. I took my flowers and accepted his outstretched arm.

"Is everything..."

"Yes. I've taken care of the rest, everything will be as you planned." he assured me, anticipating my question, as he helped me down the stairs in those sky-high heels.

"I'm surprised how you and Kol were able to get usable so quickly. If I hadn't seen you before, I wouldn't have guessed that you were drunk as hell."

"Years of practice. However, my partner in crime was caught by our sisters. I guess it didn't end well for him." I giggled, pulling his arm closer to me to steady my steps over the uneven cobblestones.

"Oh yes. I heard Rebekah screaming all the way from the parking lot."

"Parking lot? What were you doing there?" he asked in surprise when we went outside.

The wedding ceremony was supposed to be in the garden. It took us a good couple of hours to decorate their plantation before it met the expectations of the three of us (read: Bekah, I, and Katherine. Elijah's job was just to stand there, say a touching oath, and look pretty.)

"I could have invited someone to the wedding." I answered evasively, not wanting to spoil the pleasant atmosphere between us.

"Your friend, Timon?" his dry tone of voice and clenched jaw indicated my utter failure.

"His name is Thomas and you good know that. And don't even think you'll miss out on the conversation about how you shouldn't be answering my phone, even if I'm sleeping naked in your bed."

"What can I do, love? You were a very pretty sight, and I didn't want to deprive myself of it just because someone wanted to hear your voice in the morning."

"My God, do you really see no problem?!" the man shrugged indifferently as we continued our walk towards the garden. "You can't answer calls from my potential future boyfriend and..."

"Future boyfriend?" he interrupted me, snorting in disbelief.

"Maybe. After what you said to him, he wants to be my friend for now. Actually, I think it's better for us."

"Friend? Are you naive? A man like him doesn't just want to be friends with women. Sooner or later, he will try to get you into his bed."

"So how exactly is he different from you, huh?" I asked, pulling my arm out of his grip and crossing it over my chest. "You denigrate him in every possible way, and the truth is that you are behaving just like him, if not worse."

"No, love. I never left you voluntarily. I never stopped caring about your fate and I never left you without a word. I've always considered your feelings and never crossed the line without your express permission. You could always count on me, whether we were at war or living in peace. So don't stand here and compare me to that pathetic excuse of a man who never took the trouble to think of anyone other than himself, because unlike him, I've always prioritized you. But now I realize that I made a mistake. I should have treated you as inferior from the start. Maybe then you'd fight for me and be blindly in love with me, like with that poor vampire who doesn't deserve even the slightest hint of your affection."

"You have no right to talk to me like that!" I hissed furiously.

"And why is that?"

"Because what you feel for me is not love, Klaus."

"No? So what then happens to us every time we are so close to each other?" in confirmation of his words, he took a step towards me, so that our lips were mere centimeters apart. "Why our skin burn where we touch?" I gasped as he grabbed my waist with one hand and pulled me close to him, minimizing any distance I was desperately trying to create between us. "Why do we shudder every time we whisper to each other things so lecherous that not one street girl would blush at hearing them?" I gave in and let him take complete control of me when I heard that enticing whisper against my ear. It wasn't fair how this man was able to seduce me so quickly just by using his alluring, tempting, dark tone of voice alone. "Why are we consumed by anticipation when our lips are so impossibly close that all we can think about is how wonderful it will be to feel them against us? Why do we have such power over each other?"

"You are delusional." I whispered tremblingly, feeling his lips gently brush mine with every word I said.

"So I want to be sick wit it for the rest of my life." and with that, he pressed his lips greedily to mine, not giving me a moment to think.

My brain took a break as soon as our lips connected in a frantic, passionate battle for command. In that moment, it was just me trapped between the hedge and the vampire's strong, muscular body, and him pressing against me and attacking my every possible nerve.

Nothing else mattered.

But with every moan one of us made and every second our lips marveled at the closeness of the other, I felt that the longer I allowed myself to lose myself in him, the worse the blow of disappointment would get when it turned out that we weren't meant for each other. I tore my lips from his, but the hybrid wouldn't let me go that easily. He pulled me to him, sucking his treacherous mouth into my exposed neck.

He placed wet, strategic kisses all the way down my neck and, using what he had learned yesterday, left hickeys on every sensitive spot I had.

"No. Nik... it... Ah! We can't... Oh c'mon! Help me a little..." I growled, annoyed that I couldn't form any logical sentences.

"Then stop it, love. I won't hold you." he extended his fangs, teasingly running them over my weakest point.

"You know I can't." I moaned, tugging at his hair, and presented my neck to him invitingly.

"So can't I." he moaned, digging into my neck and sucking my blood greedily.

I gasped as a familiar, euphoric feeling spread through my body. I never thought I'd willingly let any vampire drink from me. But look at me now. Pressed against the most dangerous of them all, moaning against his ear in the sheer pleasure of being used by him.

He pulled away from me much faster than I wanted.

So I pulled him back.

We kissed hungrily and passionately, as if we hadn't spent half of last night doing the same thing. I thought after that one night all the desire I had for him would just disappear. But I guess he got under my skin more than I thought I'd let him.

This time I ended the kiss, afraid I was about to pass out if I didn't catch my breath. Our chests rose and fell at the same fast pace. Our dilated pupils and red, swollen lips were the only sights we wanted to see.

At some point, Nik's lustful gaze turned into a loving, tender one. He gently cupped my cheek with his hand, bringing me into a greater mood of intimacy than when our lips greedily took what was theirs.

"I love you, Y/N." he whispered, afraid to spoil the moment between us. I hesitantly placed my hand on his, the same hand that was cupping my cheek, and, trying to control my fear, I wanted to tell him the three words I had been hiding from myself since the moment I saw him.

"Nik, I..."

"Y/N! Klaus?! Where the hell you two gone?!" he cursed hearing his sister's scream and rested his forehead against mine.

"We have to go, Klaus." I tried to get out of his arms, but the vampire didn't budge at my attempt to escape. I sighed, finally noticing the determined expression on his face. Whatever he was planning, he was going to do it no matter what.

"You're right. You deserve someone much better than me or him. Someone who will spend his entire existence to make sure you're satisfied and that you have a word upon your feet. Someone who'll make you feel safe and will always care about you. Maybe I'm not this right man for you, but I promise you, love, that if you choose me, if you stay with me… I'll try my best to prove you I can meet that expectation. It will be hard, and we'll probably fight and argue with each other every day, knowing our tempers, but… I've lived long enough to know that nothing is perfect. And being with you… is the closest feeling to my perfect I've ever felt or dreamed of."

"Nik..." I sighed, shocked and touched by what he said. This damn bastard always knew what words to use when it comes to me.

"KLAUS! Y/N!" the shouts of his young sister were coming our way.

"You don't have to answer now. Just... think about it before you decide something, love." the man grabbed my hand and looked deeply into my eyes with such affection that I no longer had a shadow of a doubt about the sincerity of his words.

I vaguely remember walking obediently beside him toward the altar, too distracted to notice anything else around me. And certainly not the beginning of the ceremony.

I was just supposed to organize a wedding, not experience the drama of my love life!

I don't know how long I stood there like that. I only know that if it wasn't for Elijah's words, I would definitely still be panicking internally and not knowing what decision to make. And I think for the rest of my life I will be grateful to the noble original for arranging such apt vows.

"To be honest, it wasn't easy for me to stand here today. I have many doubts, and all week I have been thinking about what if. What if I didn't ask you to marry me? What if you didn't say yes? Would we still be here? Do we really fit together?"

"Elijah, I don't know what you're doing, but to the shore, unless you want to screw up your own wedding vows."

"Kol." Rebekah hissed, shooting him an aggressive look.

"But when I saw you, walking here in this beautiful white dress, I realized how simple it all is. I cannot imagine a single millennium, century, decade, year, month, day, hour, minute or second without you by my side. I don't want to imagine it. We are so different from each other, but I know that you complete me like no one else. And we may not always agree, we may not always resolve our conflicts peacefully, and I may even end up on the couch today for what I just said, but… I want to, no, I'm sure. I am sure there is no one else in this world or beyond that I would rather fight and love at the same time. And we may never be perfect, but I'd rather be imperfect with you than perfectly matched with someone else. I love you, Katerina. I always loved you. And I will be loving you. For always and forever." and I promised myself not to cry at their wedding.

The fucking Mikaelsons and their fucking great choice of words.

Fucking Klaus Mikaelson and his fucking blue eyes that have been staring at me meaningfully since the fucking beginning of his brother's fucking vow.

And my fucking stupid heart, which had given itself thoughtlessly into the hands of the fucking original hybrid in front of me...

~•♤♤♤•~

After the ceremony, we moved to the hall. Elijah and Katherine had their first dance as a married couple, and I couldn't find Klaus anywhere.

"Elijah really can charm women."

"Thomas! You scared me." I screamed, putting my hand on my heart.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that you look amazing and that you did a great job with this wedding, but I think it's time for me to go."

"Now? It just started. Stay a little longer."

"I know when to leave the stage, Y/N. I hope you and Klaus will be very happy together. But if the two of you don't get along or he does something stupid... you know my number, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, yes I know. Come here." I hugged him tenderly, saying goodbye to my first school love. "I wish you all the best, old friend."

"Just like I do to you, Y/N."

Our farewell, however, was not the perfect ending to a romantic comedy where the protagonist says goodbye to her former love to jump into the arms of the new one.

As soon as we pulled apart, all hell broke loose around us.

One of the beams supporting the roof magically fell an inch from where we were standing, and the room became terribly hot. Someone set the fire. I shouted as something fell again next to us.

"KLAUS!" I screamed , coughing as dust entered my lungs. Thomas took off his jacket and helped me cover my face to prevent getting more of it into my lungs.

Such a huge layer of smoke began to billow around us that I could barely see Thomas's hand I was holding.

Thomas took me from there and put me by the emergency door. He struggled with them, unable to open them. I tried to summon my magic but... I couldn't feel it.

"MY MAGIC IS BLOCKED BY SOMETHING! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" I screamed, trying to get through the noise around us.

"LET'S TRY FIND ANOTHER WAY!"

Thomas picked me up bridal style and vamp-speed us to the next emergency exit. As the vampire tried to break down the second door, I somehow heard an all-too-familiar scream coming from nearby.

"Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!!"

"IS IT KLAUS?!" I asked Tommy, looking around frantically for the hybrid.

"I THINK SO!"

"NIK!!" I screamed as I set off on a solitary search for the original.

Before I could take the next step, I felt the cold metal pierce my body. It smoothly passed through my lungs and pierced my heart, preventing me from making any sound.

A dull, buzzing sound filled my ears, and Thomas' horrified face and the warm, dripping blood from my heart were all I could feel before complete darkness enveloped me.

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Favorite books I read in 2023

I saw @asaara-writes missing my book posts, and looked back through my tags, and indeed I haven't done any in a while.

Also I seem to have kind of gotten out of the habit of posting on tumblr at all? I'm not sure what's up with that, I am definitely here pretty much every day!

It looks like I talked about books in some meme responses at Christmas, so let's go with:

THINGS CLIO READ: 2023 EDITION

Here are brief notes on things I read and enjoyed (not a complete list of things I have read this year):

Fonda Lee, Jade Legacy: Sequel to Jade City and Jade War and concludes the trilogy, and what a conclusion! The world and timeframe of the series just keeps expanding and delivers character arcs and an ending I found immensely satisfying.

T. Kingfisher, Illuminations: The author in young-adult mode, featuring a family who create magic through painted images. When a long-hidden family secret gets out, it could mess up everything, unless they can put their heads together and figure out a solution. Charmingly quirky and lovable characters, highly enjoyable.

Max Gladstone, Dead Country: I am totally here for more Craft Sequence always. This book takes our original heroine Tara Abernathy home again, older and more experienced. Really interesting to return to her close first-person perspective after several multi-perspective books, and very cool to see her now in a mentoring role.

Fonda Lee, The Jade Setter of Janloon: Novella set in the Green Bone universe, this gives us a great look at the world from the point of view of someone on the edges of the Green Bones' conflicts.

Kate Elliott, Furious Heaven: The second volume of her "gender-flipped Alexander the Great in space" series. I feel like I never see anyone talking about this, and I think she's doing great things with the characters and a sprawling space opera setting. This book left me really curious how far she's going to follow Alexander's historical career.

R. F. Kuang, Babel: This book is incredible. Magic here revolves around translation, and so a young Chinese boy is adopted by a British scholar and raised to be fluently bilingual; eventually he is sent to the great translation center in 19th-century Oxford. Here he and his peers, however, find themselves at the core engine of British imperialism, with all the ethical dilemmas that come with it. The book really captures the joy and camaraderie that can come through scholarship, but also has very sharp things to say about imperialism and exploitation. Intensely emotional, I'm happy to provide warnings/spoilers if desired.

Ann Leckie, Translation State: A much lighter take on translation, this is set in the Imperial Radch universe and, to my delight, explores what's up with the incredibly weird Presger translators. I don't really want to give anything more away; this was a really fun ride.

Arkady Martine, Rose/House: Super creepy novella involving a famous architect's AI-controlled house. Tons of mood and atmosphere.

Katherine Addison, The Witness for the Dead and The Grief of Stones: Two books picking up one of the side characters from The Goblin Emperor (which is also wonderful) and following his new routine. Thara Celehar's ability to touch a dead person and see their memories puts him in a role of problem-solver and sometime-investigator. These books are wonderfully humane and surround the protagonist with an array of compelling friends, colleagues, and clients.

All of these are recommended!

#servantofclio reads

[practically-an-x-man]

It takes Kat a moment to realize Misty is looking at her patiently, primly, with an awkwardly braided ribbon around their neck with a note attached. An inspection of the note will show a scribbly crayon drawing of a black cat and a white cat snuggled together with suspiciously blue magical hearts and stars surrounding them. It says TO KAT in careful but haphazard all caps, in crayon, FROM WILLOW

"Aww, look at this," Katherine said, holding out the letter to Ahk, "Looks like Rose has a little artist."

He came up to her side in an instant, lacing one arm around her waist as he took the note with his other hand. A faint smile grew on his face as he looked it over.

"That's our Mefkat and their Fidget?" he guessed, "With... an awful lot of filigree."

"C'mon, she's a toddler. That's how toddlers draw. I'm sure you made little doodles like this when you were a kid."

"Hm. I was more fond of terrorizing our cats, I think," Ahk responded, shooting her a brief and amused grin as he spoke. Katherine snorted.

"Let's be grateful Willow doesn't feel the same. I'm not sure that one would turn out very well, pulling the tails of two magically-inclined animals."

"I'm sure Mefkat would be very patient with her."

Katherine shot him a look.

"Have you met these gods?"

"Can't say I've had the pleasure," he shot back as he bared her a wide, teasing grin. Katherine bit her cheek to hold back her laughter, though she couldn't help leaning faintly into his side.

Ahk looked over the note once more, tilting his head at the little drawing.

"Do you think we should send something back?" he asked.

"We should..." Katherine agreed, honey-colored eyes flicking back and forth across the drawing. After a moment she snorted, shaking her head, "I have the worst idea right now."

"Hm?"

"Sending a drawing back. Like a kid drew it," she said, biting back a swell of mischievous laughter, "I mean, she'd freak. Her mom-instincts would kick in so hard, I swear."

"My dear..."

"C'mon, it's not like she'd really believe it! Not for any longer than a moment or two, at least," Katherine argued, "I mean, we're both young, you know I'm ace, and you're technically dead half the time- it's not like we're becoming parents any time soon."

Ahk was silent, looking at the letter with a strangely intense expression on his face. Katherine frowned.

"Okay, so... maybe it's not as funny as it was in my head," she said, shifting on her feet a little, "We can just send her a 'congrats' instead."

"You know that I would do my best, Katherine," Ahk mumbled, seemingly out of the blue. Kat opened her mouth to respond, to ask for clarification, but his eyes darted up to hers and he spoke again, more intently, "If something were to... to happen. Even if it wasn't mine by blood. I would raise your child as my own, as well as I could in my situation. I hope you do know that."

"Well, I- I know. But nothing's going to happen, nothing can happen."

"I'm sure," Ahk agreed, "But... just in case. If something happens, even if Bastet decides she'd like another heir and works some strange magic on you, I'll always be here. Perhaps not entirely prepared, but... here."

"Bastet is not going to be turning me into the Virgin Mary," Katherine huffed, half-amused and half... a little frightened at the thought, "But thank you."

Katherine turned her thoughts inwards, directing them at the desert and the shimmering veil that lay just beyond the confines of her mind.

That wasn't an invitation, by the way, she thought, the words echoing in dual languages in her mind. She felt the presence of the goddess slink in on gentle paws, could almost see bright amber eyes watching over her.

I did not take it as such, Bastet replied in the same canary-song, Though I will ask Mefkat to deliver your response with care.

The following afternoon, the cat returns to Summerville, carrying a small basket with odd focus and strength. Inside can be found a short note of congratulations, alongside a few plush toys... and a lot of coffee.

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