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Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet. 

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’ 

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face. 

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you."  Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!" 

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration." 

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully. 

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

#villainous nights #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction

[the-salem-devil]

DOGGY STYLE [MACKENZIE HUNT X READER]

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT, MINORS DNI!

SUMMARY: After the alluring huntress had shown a bit too much affection, your jealous wolf wants to prove that you’re still hers.

WORD COUNT: 1,739

I lean back on my chair with a small, frustrated huff, avoiding gaining the attention of those that surround me by the bar I allow myself a moment to mull over the situation while staring at the ceiling of the bowling alley.

The coven that planted itself outside Havenfall’s border had raised from distress from our small group, but their insistence that they were merely passing through had soothed everyone enough to not push for them to leave early, but after multiple humans were found passed out on the ground with two bleeding marks on their neck and no recollection of the night before, we’d decided to gather and plot how to deal with the retaliation against Mackenzie’s ignored rules.

Rubbing a hand over my face I try to will away the anxiety that grips my brain, I’m acutely aware that I won’t be getting much sleep tonight due to how jumpy I’ve become, evident by my bodily jerks whenever something brushes the window.

“Hey, are you okay?” A familiar, feminine voice fills my ears and I turn my head to see Vanessa leaned forward, watching me with concerned eyes, the huntress had appeared weeks ago, none too impressed at the vampires hovering on the edge of our town and had remained in case of a emergency, which unfortunately, has risen.

I offer her a small smile, leaning forward to match her quiet, private tone, “Yeah I’m okay, sometimes I just feel so… useless.” I admit with a smaller voice, we’d gotten closer lately and despite how thoughtful our friends constantly are, I have to admit how nice it is to have another human to share my experiences with.

She nod’s understandingly, “I understand that, but believe me when I say you’ve improved on your self defence skills a lot, I’m impressed at how far you’ve come since we’ve started training.” She gives me a encouraging smile and I feel my own start to grow a bit more, how lovely it is to have Vanessa as a friend is indescribable, she has become a reminder that I can be strong even with mortal limitations, that even without inhuman powers I can keep my loved ones safe.

“Thanks, Vanessa.” I place a friendly hand over hers and squeeze gently, she squeezes back with a fond look on her face as she gazes at out linked hands, I recognised how much the woman longed for touch almost right after I met her, having felt the same way myself before I met Mackenzie, and have started sharing platonic touches with her whenever I can.

Feeling the weight of eyes on me, I shift my eyes to the side to see my girlfriend, Mackenzie, watching us intently, but the most alarming part is the flash of bright gold that bleeds into her vivid green eyes.

Her jaw is clenched and her hands squeeze into fists, she hasn’t noticed my rapidly widening eyes as her’s remains locked onto our hands, clenched together way gentler than her fingers digging into her palms.

I turn my attention back to Diego when he makes a small noise of revelation, he eagerly shares his plan to stop the coven without catching the eye of the townsfolk or alert Code Black to the large supernatural scene that is Havenfall.

. . .

Hopping into my truck, I let out a relieved sigh when my butt hits the familiar worn seat, Finally, we can go home. I think to myself with a smile.

Mackenzie jumps in next to me with slightly more grace, but she stays silent, not even moving to fiddle with the radio like usual and I feel myself bite my lip worriedly, we’re all stressed about the Coven but Mackenzie has been blaming herself especially for allowing them to stay.

The drive home is eerily quiet as I try to think of something to say, hopefully something reassuring, I despise seeing her beat herself up over something that isn’t her fault, hell, even if it is, it still hurts me on the inside.

I pull into the driveway of her house, i’d figured she’d want to sleep in a room with bared windows as opposed to my vey bare, bar-less living room windows.

I step out my vehicle after I open the door and stretch my arms over my head, my back lets out a few satisfying pops and I groan with relief and hold that position for a few moments more, jumping slightly when something warm presses against my back.

I let out a startled yelp and turn my head to the side, Mackenzie has pressed her hard body against me and wrapped her muscular arms around my waist with her head resting against my shoulder.

““Mac?” My voice comes out breathless, but it comes gasping back when I feel her start to rut against me, barely wrangled back into submission to ask a simple question, her words more of a growl than anything, ““I want you, can I?…”

Arousal shoots into my stomach and I press my thighs together, wetness building up between my folds, ““Yes..” The words slip out my mouth before I even have time to think about it, and without a moment of hesitation she lifts me into her arms and I let out a small squeal of shock.

She effortlessly carries me to her doorstep, adjusting her grip on me so I rest against her arm while she uses her other to open the door, not even bothering to lock it she shuts it with a bang before walking us to her bedroom.

Clinging to her back, I inhale sharply when i’m carefully laid on the bed, despite her frantic pace she still remains gentle, and I catch sight of her face;

Her cheeks are flushed and her chest fall and rises rapidly, her eyes are heavy lidded and almost glowing golden as she gazes down at me like i’m a whole feast, and she’s been starving for decades.

I instinctually reach my hands up to brush through her golden locks and she nuzzles into my hands, and it seemingly breaks whatever trance she was in while staring unblinkingly down at me and she hurries to remove me of my clothes.

She hesitates for a moment before plucking the steel handcuffs from her belt, holding them up with a curious look, “I’d like to try these tonight, but only if you’re okay with it.” Her voice is deep and rough, the same growl she’s used when fighting sticks to every word with a vice grip.

Feeling the wetness that drips from my thighs grow I wordlessly nod my head and she smiles sharply, the smirk baring the sharp fangs that have emerged.

I shuffle further up the bed and submissively put my hands about my head, shivering softly when the cuffs lock onto my wrists, the chain part between the headboard so i’m bound to it.

She leans down to kiss my neck and I moan encouragingly, she grips my waist and pushes herself against me, rubbing hard against me and I bite my lip, but my resolve to lessen my noises breaks when I feel her body jerk mildly against mine.

And when she raises her head from sucking and kissing my neck, I see furry golden ears sprouted from her skull.

I let out a breathy whimper, I can’t deny how attracted I feel to her in this form, the amount of power thrumming under skin and the honeyed, predatory way her golden eyes scrape down my bare body.

Her claws gently run over my stomach, still incredibly gentle, ““Are you ready?” The words are a rumble out her chest and despite not knowing was she’s talking about, I find myself agreeing, trusting her one hundred percent.

Kissing down my body, over my thighs, she finally lowers herself until her hot breath brushes tantalisingly over my most sensitive spot.

She places a soft kiss over it before she leans forward..

And absolutely ravages me.

Feasting earnestly, I grip the wooden headboard and moan obscenely loud, she finds my pink bud and sucks hard, making my thighs clench around her head.

Her tongue plunges in and out of me, all I can do to not get completely swept up in the waves of pleasure crashing over me is hold onto the hard wood, she curls her muscular arms around my legs and pulls me closer, and closer, and closer.

I feel myself reaching a high, pleasure wrapping around me tightly and making my stomach drop, I clench my toes before the waves suddenly stop, and i’m drowning in its ocean.

Feeling her release the iron grip on my legs I open my eyes, not even realising i’d shut them, and gaze down at her when she starts kissing up my body, my hoarse throats lets out a whimper when I feel the sharp press of her teeth.

The sharp nips are insistent, the inflamed red of her sharp fangs covering up my hips, stomach, chest and neck until she finally reaches my face.

I wrap my arms tightly around her, gasping when I feel her face press into my neck and her hips bucking into the sharp jut of my hipbone.

She lets out a needy growl, and I can hear something being mumbled under her breath so I focus on straining to hear her, 

“Mine…Mine….Mine…”

It’s growled out multiple times, like a spell being cast, and I push into her grinding, encouraging her with a mewl higher than a baby kitten, and I tighten my hold on her.

After a few moments, I hear a guttural growl rip itself from her throat and she starts to move so fast I bounce slightly on the mattress, and a warm, wet liquid spills off my hips and drip into the plush bedding.

Mackenzie drops to my side and sighs in satisfaction, wrapping herself around me and nuzzling her nose into my hair, inhaling deeply she mutters a low; ““I love you.” Before her deep breath evens out.

Finally feeling exhaustion take over, I snuggle deeper into her warm, safe, embrace and close my eyes.

The next morning, Mackenzie profusely apologised for her behaviour and makes it up to me with dinner and a massage.

But after a few hours of teasing her about being jealous, I tell her exactly how good it felt and soon that massage turned into a ‘massage’.

#havenfall is for lovers #mackenzie hunt #lovestruck havenfall is for lovers #lovestruck #hifl #hifl fanfiction #lovestruck fanfiction #havenfall is for lovers fanfiction #havenfall smut #vanessa helsing #jealousy #jealousy smut #diego escalona #razi nassar #Jordan Davies #jd #antonio vasquez

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Vivienne and Mc stargazing date

Written by Shy Anon

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"Come on, babe, or we're going to miss it!"

A light laugh escapes my lips as MC literally drags me up to the roof, full of childlike eagerness.

"I'm coming, darling, I'm directly behind you. We aren't going to miss it."

"I hope not or you'll have to deal with my brattiness for a while."

My lips curve into a smirk, but before I can respond, she raises a finger. "And not the way you like it."

Dang.

She giggles at my pout as she opens the roof door with ease and we make it to the long pool chairs just as the first few stars start streaking across the midnight sky.

The glow of the moon it faint, yet, it still predominantly illuminates the active night sky on this warm quiet night.

The Poppy was generous enough to let us steal this special night, instead of stealing another piece of art that we could do on any other day. But stealing a night like this is more rare than any jewel this city or any city has to offer.

Tonight is a celestial date night with the love of my life.

Plopping down in one of the smug chairs, MC, immediately cuddles up to me and drapes a blanket over us. It may be a tight fit, but we wouldn't want it any other way.

"I'm so excited. I haven't seen one of these in ages. Sure, I've been out under meteor showers in New York, but thanks to the smog that roams over the city, it was hard to see."

My lips kiss her dark brow. "Aren't you glad we convinced you to come with us?"

Doe eyes meet mine as she points a pink nailed finger at me. "Number one, you blackmailed me. Number two, yes. I am glad I came." Playfully, I bite and suck on the tip of her finger before releasing her when a blush rises to her cheeks. I smirk.

"I'll never get tired of hearing that."

"Hearing wha-? Oh." Her blush deepens as my smirk grows sharper. "Not what I meant, Vivienne."

"Yes, but your reaction was what I was going for."

I earn a light playful slap to my shoulder. "And a nice stargazing date with my wife is what I was going for tonight, but if you keep being a flirt, we might find ourselves doing other things than stargazing."

I know that I wouldn't mind doing the alternative, but I know that she wanted to see a real life Starry Night and not just the one Van Gogh painted, so, I guess I'll behave for once.

Feigning a defeated sigh, I relax into her embrace. "If you insist, but after this, I'm going to make you see a whole new set of stars in the bedroom."

"Vivienne."

My lips plant a kiss on her head. "Sorry."

A sarcastic "Mhm." leaves her lips.

I'm not sorry and she knows it. She knows me too well.

A light sigh escapes my lips as I kiss her head once more, before an excited gasp comes from her.

"Look! Now the show's really starting!"

Following MC's pointed finger, my eyes land on the star speckled sky. Slowly, but surely, one star shoots across the sky, then another, then another, before they pick up the pace all of a sudden, as if God himself was just flicking them down towards the Earth in rapid succession.

Time seems to stand still all around us for the spectacular light show above us, but I don't really think much about the meteor shower that's presented to us. Sure, it's great, but the true star is in my arms.

Looking down, MC's smile lights up my world much brighter than the brightest star in the whole galaxy. Her happiness contented by just being right here, right now with me under the star-spangled Heavens, is just that, Heaven.

She is my star. My morning sun. My light in the dark. The light of my life. I love her so much and I am so blessed that she chose to be mine. Only mine.

Brown eyes eventually look up at me and catch me stargazing, but not to the ones that we came here to actually watch.

"Vivienne? What are you looking at? The light show is up there."

A low chuckle vibrates my throat before my eyes once again follows her finger upwards to the white streaked sky, but my gaze, rather quickly returns to her.

"Indeed, there is a show going on above us, but the real show is right here in my arms and you're the main star."

The shining stars act like a spotlight as their lights beam down on MC's pink cheeks.

"What did I say about flirting tonight?"

Gently, my hand cups her warm cheek and guides her gaze to me.

"Oh, darling, that wasn't flirting, that was just me confessing to you that you are more breath-taking and precious to me than anything this world has to offer me and that I love you more than every star in the sky."

Her illuminated cheeks darken as her blush deepens. She kisses me softly, but loving, before laying her head over my quick beating heart.

"I love you more. I love you way past the moon and back."

My lips curve softly into a contented smile as I run my fingers through her long dark hair and I feel her smile against me.

Van Gogh, eat your heart out. My star is more gorgeous and priceless that your entire Starry Night and she's all mine.

#anonymous #answered #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction #women of lovestruck #vivienne tang #vivienne x mc #qot vivienne #queen of thieves #qot #fluff #fluffy

[istanbulite]

did the waiting make Astraeus fall in love with the MC intensely - the fact she was the 'forbidden fruit'? Would it be different if he didn't have to wait and she took his offer of siding with the titans seriously? Head full of thoughts

#feel free to chime in #astraeus #lovestruck #voltage #astoria #afk mc #astoria fate's kiss #lovestruck fanfiction #xx #hmmm #id say he was changed the moment he found out she was the one who deciphered his poem

[tigersgems]

Does anyone have any Arin Langdon headcanons, fanfic, or fanart they can share? 💖👌

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #arin langdon #ever after academy #arin #eaa arin #arin x fmc #ever after academy arin #lovestruck fanart #voltage lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction

[annicaax]

Kellan Route Summaries

Part # 4

I am only getting the hang of my magic one early morning, but my ward duties compel me to travel with Nathan and Cecelia. We ride across the prairie to a village that's under Vampire rampage.

Vampires, vicious and beastly, have been launching random attacks at night, draining blood from innocents and killing them.

The village is ghastly and desolate, nearly falling apart. Almost dozens of people have died over the past few days prior to the Ward getting to know the news. Many people simply fled the village in broad daylight. While the rest of the populace who have managed to survive are still living under the grip of fear.

Nathan and Cecelia devise a plan to lure out the vampires. So we camp in the village head's house and wait for nightfall. The village head is the one who found out about the vampires' involvement. And he's friendly with Cecelia and our group. He seems to know about the ward business and that Cecelia is a vampire.

I stand in a daze, listening to the attack plan over dinner. For the first time, I realize the dangerous responsibilities that come with the duties of being a ward member.

Our attack plan formulated, We ride out into the village and lay low, waiting for the vampires to show up. I feel a little disappointed that my magic can't aid me in fighting the bad guys, but I quickly brush it off. Ha! I'm good with my pistol!

The night is chilly and it's eerily quiet. But then we hear it, riders invading the village.

They don't stir up too much dust, dismount and scatter to find their targets. Cecelia confirms they are all vampires and there are five of them. Our backup arrives Fiona and Sascha. Cecelia asks everyone to tail one of the vampires.

"Wait!" Just before I can dash off after a gruff-looking female vampire prowling the streets, Cecelia waves me over. "Maybe you should stick with me. You're... a mortal. And your witchy powers haven't exactly ripened."

The old me would have taken offence to hear such words, but the new me is unsure. Cecelia has a point, I'm a mere mortal against the supernaturals.

"You need a partner..." Cecelia tries to convince me again, but I shake my head. "No. We can't let any of the vampires roam free."

Cecelia nods and presses six extra silver bullets into my palm. I save them in my belt pocket and set off, chasing my target.

The plan was to incapacitate the vampires, subdue them and then Cecelia will handle things from there.

I move in the dark alleyway, cautious of my target's movements but my slight loss of concentration causes me to lose track of him.

"Where's she?"

I look around but freeze when I hear a hiss from behind my back. I'm frozen with fear for a moment but then turn around, my gun already blazing at the vampire's body.

She's agile. She dodges my attacks. We move to duck and jump, our movements akin to dancing. I fire again and again but miss hitting her. Ugh!

The hissing again gets closer. Oh no she's using her stealth power to sneak up behind me. I leap up avoiding her claws which were about to dig into my shoulder.

I'm sweaty and breathless. "Maybe I should have listened to Cecelia... I do need backup..."

I grit my teeth in frustration but hold my ground.

"Indeed you need a backup..."

That voice. It's Kellan! How does he materialize every single time?

"Cecelia asked me to be your backup. Ah, I was nearby and she pushed through her telepathy powers to talk to me..." Kellan says, urging me to move. "Come on, let's win this fight..."

The rest of the fight is a breeze. I'm in awe of Kellan's firepower. As I wallow inwardly in self-pity, he notices and pats me on the head.

Strange. I can feel the heat of his fingers even through my hat.

"I appreciate your approval of my skills, little witch. But don't forget you're powerful. With a little practice, you can have the world dancing to the tune of your fingertips. Oh, but you're someone who'd use your power for the greater good, right?"

Damn that heat, those words are warming up my heart.

I nod. "Yes. Yes, Captain. You know I don't hurt people. Not the righteous people, no."

Kellan chuckles and nods, moving away from me to bind the subdued vampire with a rope.

"Keep practising, you'll reach there. Meanwhile, I should have a talk with Miss Visconti about exposing you to danger."

His words lit a fire in my heart. I keep my mouth shut but I'm determined to make myself useful.

***

A week passes after that. I work harder than ever. Kellan often comes to check on me. I enjoy our banters and I kind of love how he looks after each of the ward members.

My admiration for the man is growing. He's a good guy.

My magic begins to come to me steadily. Cecelia and the team are fighting zombies in a nearby town’s graveyard. I rush to their aid without consulting the captain as he’s elsewhere. We fight as a team and win.

But in a dramatic turn of events, some stuck-up diplomats from the New Amster show up and take all the credit before townsfolk, saying if the Ward is putting in good work, it’s all thanks to their directives and training. Half the townsfolk believe it while half doesn't, but still, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

“This is unfair!” I complain, joining the ward members, my friends from the Wisp Willow, as we all slowly pile out of the graveyard.

Sascha gives my shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Fiona pouts and sulks but not loudly. Cecelia appears calm but Nathan swears under his breath how the city-bred, stuck-up diplomats are always meddling and troubling. Unable to bear it any longer, Cecelia assures us that she and Kellan will stabilize things. And it’s not very often that New Amster butts into the affairs of a quaint town like the Wisp.

I mutter a few curses under my breath myself, but cheer up as everyone begins cracking jokes. While Cecelia leaves us, heading to the Ward office; I, Sascha, Nathan, and Fi, make our way to the saloon to blow some steam.

***

I’m pleasantly calm when I return to the Ward Office later that night. Calm but not buzzed. I arrive alone (the others have gone to tie some loose ends, but I suspect some of them are still partying), and a little late, feeling guilty because I know I should have been early to assist Kellan with his paperwork.

When I step into the office, I’m greeted by Kellan’s powerful presence. That quite calm of his is domineering in its own way. I clear my throat and explain why I’m late.

Kellan smiles, brushing it off. With a little troubled smile, he says, “I’ve only arrived from the Infernus just now… Do you still have the stamina to work? I heard the fight had been intense.”

Kellan is such a considerate boss. I appreciate his kindness, showing a bright smile. I shrug, “I’m a little tired, but that’s not what nags me… those New Amster foxes! No, rattlesnakes, slithering their way, trying to impress the townsfolk… what are they trying to pull here?”

Kellan looks away, looking troubled again. I grit my teeth and remark how unfair it is.

“It’s fair and it’s not…” says Kellan. "...but that shouldn't stop us from doing what we must, and we won't…"

He smiles a little as he pulls out some very special documents that needed to be filled with precision. “These aren’t your regular documents and, yeah, it might be a little ridiculous, but you need some impressive cursive.”

I look at the inkpot and feather pen. My handwriting was never artistic. As I begin to doubt my skills clutching the feather pen, Kellan comes to stand behind me and guides me on how to keep my hand steady, saying that I can pull it off if I concentrate. He’s radiating heat is a little too much from such proximity, and thanks to his burning hand that envelopes mine, his warmth blankets me and brings me a sense of comfort.

We complete filling the document like that in about a couple of minutes that feel like an eternity.

At the same time, I’m extremely distracted. He smells damn good. Thump-thump… is that my heart?

“You're a quick learner.” Kellan steps away from me, but not before patting my back. “I appreciate the help.”

I nervously joke, “Cap, you have to pay me some real gold too, not just compliments.”

Hearing this Kellan laughs. I relax and murmur to myself how nice it is to become his assistant. He’s considerate and caring. He doesn't judge either. I’ve never felt better working under someone before. And I feel like, in recent days, I’ve gotten closer to Kellan. Yeah, I still can’t decipher him. He’s still that enigma.

I work on the rest of the documents as taught. Kellan returns to attend his own. The silence is amicable but something that I’m not used to. I have to run my mouth.

“So… you keep dealing with such things in Willow Wisp, huh? The townsfolk don't exactly know what kind of law you’re enforcing but they trust you wholly to keep them safe. This is still a hard life with how much evil lurks in this otherwise quiet town…”

What am I saying? It doesn't make sense even to me, yeah, some of it does, but….

Kellan says, “these things exist in the world too. Evil exists. It's often close, and very often it chases good people.”

The amount of agony in his expression shocks me. Before I can say something, the fire in the fireplace burns brightly, the flames taking the shape of a bird — a phoenix.

The bird carries an envelope in its beak which it juts out towards Kellan. He wordlessly reaches for it while I gawk, scanning the contents of the letter almost immediately.

“Ah, an Invite to the Infernal gala…” he mutters, looking away with a sigh, but still tucks the envelope into the pocket of his waistcoat.

Just then, Cecelia waltzes in with Nathan in tow. Kellan immediately makes way to the duo, ignoring Nathan, and focusing on the vampire ranger.

“Please! Visconti, I need your help!”

I’ve never seen Kellan so desperate, but boy, he sounds desperate as he pleads with Cecelia to partner with him as he attends the gala.

Cecelia wears a troubled expression. “Wisp is turning volatile. We can’t leave this town unmonitored, Captain. Someone has to stay here. Besides I’m busy dealing with a few of the incidents from surrounding towns…”

“I know…” Kellan sighs, running a hand through his locs.

Cecelia just then makes a dramatic suggestion. “Why don’t you take our little witch? (Y/N) is a great choice! She can be your partner!”

Kellan shakes his head and looks even more desperate.

“She’s a WITCH!” he says, looking at me. “She’s only a mortal… Her magical powers are improving, sure, but Infernus can't be a safe place for her—”

I seethe at the caring tone of his. “I don't need mothering. I don't need protecting!” I scream at him before I can stop, “you clearly need a partner, Captain. If Cecelia can't come then I’m the only choice…”

My pride swells but deflates realizing Kellan can have Fiona… In fact, he can have any girl, and that fact doesn't sit right with me. Why am I feeling like this? What am I trying to accomplish by going to these lengths, and partnering with him?

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention, but my words must have come off wrong. I never considered you weak. You're a strong woman who can fight her way through anything. Just yesterday you were thrust into this beguiling world of the supernaturals and you’re fighting not running away… I appreciate everything you are and your efforts towards the Ward.”

Kellan apologizes, touching my shoulder, and I melt into a puddle. He recognizes me, but he only worries for me. That’s a sweet sentiment, one that I’m not used to. And his words of praise, recalling them makes me blush.

I stammer, trying to reply, but I can’t manage and scowl at myself.

Kellan squeezes my shoulder again as Nathan and Cece witness our exchange mutely.

“Infernus is a dangerous place. Even if you’re the strongest, that place can burn you. Well, I still trust you to take care of yourself… and I’ll be there for you as much as I can. So… are you willing to come knowing the risks?”

I look at Kellan. Without an ounce of hesitation, I give my yes.

***

That week I train harder and harder. Fiona helps me practise my magic, and with her help, I summon my familiar Enzo — he’s a cute little ball of fur, but he's also a demon, and he’s so loyal and loving. Infernal Gala is a day away, but I know that I’m strong, that I am safe. I have myself — and I have Kellan and Enzo.

***

To be continued!

I apologize for the delay in posting this part. But life happens and life sucks. Ah, I’ve finally managed it. Hopefully, the next part will be out soon!

The infernal gala should be fun! Apologies for typos if any. I will check again.

If you like my work please like/reblog. And comment too, if you wish to. Thank you for reading! Lots of love!! I will finish Kellan route summaries and then move to Rolland.

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[aiyaxs]

"THE PERFECT GIRL." - lovestruck! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friends to lovers.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: confessing, hand holding, hugging, and more.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first fanfic! hope i did good! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: the perfect girl - mareux.

satoru first found out he felt lovestruck towards you when you helped him out with something, and when you smiled at him, saying `you're welcome.` while smiling, his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like it would fall out. he had to admit, you were maybe the prettiest woman he had ever seen in his eyes, the prettiest smile, everything about you was the prettiest in his eyes.

one time when you two were hanging out together, at some sort of a festival, you guy`s kept getting sweet foods, savory foods, played games, and all you guy's did was smile and giggle at each other, and satoru thought you were the key to his heart.

"she's so pretty, so beautiful, so, so-" his thoughts were mainly all about you, his romantic feelings for you, he wanted to be more than friends, if that wasn`t obvious enough yet.

"hey, satoru! wanna go play that game over there?" you pointed your finger at the game with the little pac-man arcade machine. he smiled while saying a simple of course!, so you guy`s rushed towards the pac-man machine. once you inserted the tickets to play the game, you guy's took turns playing. after a few turns, satoru tapped your shoulder, as if wanting to have some sort of a conversation.

"hey, can we talk.. in private?" he said, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you looked up at him with a confused face, as if asking `what are you talking about?`. you still, put a smile on your face before replying.

"sure." you guy`s then walked somewhere more private for this conversation. once you guy`s found somewhere more private, like an alleyway or something. you guy`s then stood across from each other with serious, straight faces. then, after some awkward silence, satoru finally spoke up, taking a deep breathe.

"i have something to.. confess?" satoru said, taking yet, another deep breathe, kind of hesitating to say what he was gonna say, thinking you wouldn`t feel the same way as him.

"i like- no, i love you." you still had a straight face, just all that was really different about your expression was the widened eyes on your face. after some silence and thinking, you took both of his hands in yours, smiling with a dash of blush covering your cheeks.

"oh satoru... i like you too, but please, don`t be so hesitant about this.." your smile was so evident to his heart, he couldn't stop from hugging you lovingly, yet so tightly. he buried his face into your shoulder, kind of near the side of your neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." was all satoru could murmur out of his mouth, he was so evidently happy at this very specific moment.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading. reblog's, likes, comments and follow's are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

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[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 4: Weird

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: This is super short but that’s because there’s no time to beat around the bush😂 I am excited for y’all to see the next part✨

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[the-kr8tor]

I finally caved in. Hello Katy may I request cowboy Hobie with a farmer reader who live on a ranch together. (That’s the main idea but you could change or add anything also your choice to make it angsty/fluff etc.). 🤠

Cowboy! Hobie request let's gooooo!!! Thank you for requesting! 😘

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, established relationship, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You're ogling. It's not a crime to ogle your partner per se but with how your horse Luna is currently side-eyeing you whilst you brush her mane, ogling should be illegal. Or at least in your shared ranch. How could you not ogle Hobie when he looks like that?

You sigh deeply, eyes shaped like hearts at his glistening chest. Sweat dripping on his skin like tiny diamonds sparkling in the heat of the golden sun. His arm muscles are prominent as he heaves heavy hay bales over his shoulder. The blue jeans he's currently sporting hugs his legs perfectly like it was tailored only for him. Belt buckle glimmering, a dark cowboy hat protecting him from the sun, and dark cowboy boots to match— you should be arrested by how your eyes are glued to him and him only— even though your animals need your attention.

He knows that you're staring with how his pierced lips subtly curl into a smirk and how he's currently making an effort to stay in your line of sight even though the hay bales definitely don't need to be placed a few feet away from the field to the barn. He has been going back and forth for a while that he feels like his feet have carved a path on the dusty field.

You sigh longingly again and Luna has had enough of you. She huffs loudly, air coming out of her pink nose, head bumping yours to get your attention when her neighing couldn't.

“Hey, girl, what's your problem?” You pat her nose to calm her down. She kicks at the dusty ground, making sure her annoyance is palpable. “Carrots right, sorry.”

You swear you heard Hobie chuckle. But when you turn to look at him, he's currently busy with stacking hay, seemingly unaware. He hides his grin behind the shadow of his hat.

Feeding Luna her favourite treat, she happily chews noisily. Craning your neck to go back to the gun show, you knit your eyebrows to see his usual spot empty.

“Lookin' for me?” Hobie scares the tumbleweeds out of you. He pokes your side, making you jump in place. “You were starin’ a bit too hard. I swear there's holes on my back havin' the same shape as your eyeballs. At this point you gotta pay me, sweetheart.” He shoots you a wink, adding to your quickening heartbeat. Going around the pale horse, his smirk never leaves his face.

He leans over Luna's saddle, face perched on his hands with a smile that could stop someone's heart. Tilting his head, eyebrows raised, he waits for your clever reply. There's only crickets singing in your head with how he looks at you like you hung the sun for him. He just stares at you lovingly, perfectly content, perfectly happy even with all the grime dusted on his chiseled cheeks.

You feel like you've fallen for him all over again.

Copying his movements, you lean over Luna's saddle, facing him with the same love and softness he's currently showing just for you.

After what seemed like hours has passed just from throwing each other heart eyes from looking, you finally speak with a tone that Hobie could only describe as lovestrucked.

“Do I get a discount at least?”

He sucks in his teeth with fake annoyance. “Nah, don't think so, love. You can only see these muscles right here.” Patting his bicep, you laugh.

He thinks he's in heaven.

“That’s true, the sight alone is a rare commodity around here.”

Reaching for your hand, indulging himself with your mere touch, he intertwines your fingers together with his, like vines that grow and weave around each other, never letting go.

“You good? Heat isn't killing you?” He asks you like he's not the one toiling away outside with the sun bearing down at him.

You shake your head, bringing his hand up to your lips to reassure him. You feel the raised skin atop his knuckles, taking extra care, you kiss each one gently. “Nope, I'm melting but I can handle it.”

“Melting from the heat or from the show I gave you?”

You giggle, rolling your eyes, it's his turn to press a sweet kiss over your knuckles. “I should be the one asking you that. You alright? You're sweating a lot.” Wiping his forehead, he closes his eyes, his smile deepens with every wipe.

“Got it all?”

“Mm-hmm”

“Now do my pits,” He raises his arms above his head. “they're awfully sweaty, sweetheart.” He jokes with a deep chuckle.

Hobie expects for you to flinch away, or even screech and run away but you just shrug. “Sure,” your acceptance has him flabbergasted and endeared. “I've cleaned blood off of you, sweat is nothing compared to that.”

“Holy shit,” he says softly, almost a whisper as he goes around Luna to come near you— impossibly near as he holds your face in his hands. You don't mind the smell of hay clinging to his palms or sweat as you lean to his touch, eyes shining and full of affection for the man before you. “You think the reverend is free today?”

Chuckling, you knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What? Why?”

“So I could marry you today.” He says it with certainty that you're sure it's not the heat that has your legs almost crumbling. “Obviously.”

If horses could roll their eyes, Luna would be doing it right now.

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[translatemunson]

let me keep you company • love-struck

chapter nine of love-struck — fic navigation

a/n: double update because y'all deserve it! thank you for all the love and support on this series! my asks and request are always open for love-struck related messages!

tag list (lmk if you wanna be tagged on future updates!): @live-love-be-unique@kenseverything

next chapter: yes, and?

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[mysterydarling]

@megatraven Here's my series of Medusa x my MC (who I named Elissa and made a bunch of headcanons for)

She's such an Aries lol

#fanfiction #medusa x mc #afk medusa #afk mc #mc x medusa #astoria fate's kiss #astoria: fate's kiss #lovestruck medusa

[stolenoc]

Here’s something I’ve been working on! When it’s finished it’ll have a whole bunch of stories across different books!!

Here’s a link to the game on itch:

https://stolenoc.itch.io/loves-truck

#lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction #havenfall is for lovers #lovestruck fangame #loves truck

[the-salem-devil]

SECRETLY SUPERNATURAL!HAVENFALL’S FINEST X READER [HEADCANNONS]

I know this would never happen, but imagine the crew of Havenfall’s finest dating you before you found out about their cryptid-ness and them actively keeping it a secret.

I know that keeping something that big would destroy a relationship but just ignore that and enjoy silly headcannons.

JD

-Ignoring the fact they wouldn’t even try to hide it lmao.

-Would defiantly make jokes and drop many hints about what they are/the supernatural, so much so you’ll feel dumb for missing the signs when you do inevitably find out.

-They’d (with humourless snark) describe their dad as “The Devil”, you’d take it as metaphorical but oh honey, if only you knew.

-You venting to your therapist that you think your partner might be a satanist, with all that pentagram stuff you are defiantly in your right so you can’t tease me I swear JD-

-Them making puns like, “A deal with the devil, Hm?” Or “The devil on your shoulder is telling you to make them some food, please babe I can’t cook- I mean they can’t cook-“

-I think you’d find out the quickest with JD, Hell (no pun intended), I think JD would be the one to spill the beans no matter who you date.

DIEGO ESCALONA:

-Dinner dates would be hilarious and extremely awkward, let’s start and end that there.

-But in all seriousness, he’d feel really guilty for keeping a secret that big from you, but would be so worried that you’d leave him over it.

-Would try to keep his vampiric habits multiple planets away from you.

-Him trying not to roll his eyes so hard they get stuck when you inevitably and unknowingly force him to watch twilight, or something similar to that.

-You’re plan to force him to eat some veggies after doctor lettuce makes you eat nothing but salads every time you’re together doesn’t exactly work, but he won’t tell you that.

-You making fun of him for talking like a old man, and he just has to sit there like 😀 “Haha, it’s just a habit of mine.” *sweating intensified*

-If you like drama (hard same.) than I can imagine that the way you’d find out about him is if Antonio disrupted Havenfall, like kidnapping your sister or smth, and he’d have to tell you.

MACKENZIE HUNT:

-“Honey, I woke up last night and you weren’t in bed, is everything alright?” “Yeah, just had to go outside to uh, check the mail.” Mackenzie smiles nervously as she inconspicuously throws her ripped shirt in the trash.

-Bro I don’t know why this is so funny to me, but the idea of Mackenzie accidentally growling infront of you and you being like “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???” While laughing and her just being like 😀 “Haha, oops.”

-After you ask her why she kind of smells like a wet dog after a swim at the diseased lake she puts extra effort into concealing her wolf smell.

-Her pretending to work out a lot more than she actually does to justify her 💪🏽✨S T R E N G T H✨💪🏽

-I adore the story idea of you getting kidnapped by Damien’s pack or something similar and getting referred to as Mackenzies “partner” and you’re so confused until Mackenzie just fucking bursts in as her hot werewolf self like: weres my wife föckers

RAZI NASSAR:

-Okay, not as bad as JD, but I can see him also not making a huge effort to hide it.

-All the magical puns, so many.

-He’d %100 use his magic during sexy times, heightening your pleasure farther than any human could.

-We saw in his POV that he uses magic when cooking, so you will get the tastiest meals made to perfection by his magical fingertips.

-Like Diego, he’d be sitting there trying not to die when you also inevitably make him watch Aladdin, he’s just sitting there with you snuggled on his chest trying to remember all the things he loves about you to try and push through.

-“How is your apartment bigger than the damn bowling alley?! That’s not possible.” “Magic.”

-I think you’d find out when Jonas tries to brainwash you and he has to use his magic to save you.

BONUS: HIFL MC:

-Okay, I know she isn’t supernatural but I love the idea of both of you discovering this world together.

-Like, anything could happen, you get attacked by sirens or jumped by harpies.

-Imagine both of you trying to solve some supernatural mystery type thing but not knowing Havenfall’s finest is supernatural.

-Razi getting increasingly concerned when his favourite employee shows up smelling like centaur or some shit.

-I literally can’t stop laughing at the thought of you two defeating the big bad only to find out about Havenfall’s finest and being like, “We could have asked for help this entire time??? We almost died for no reason???”

-Overall 10/10 comedy between you two snarky fuckers quoting tumblr text posts like: “Bro do vampires drink through their teeth like straws?”

#havenfall is for lovers #razi nassar #diego escalona #mackenzie hunt #Jordan Davies #JD lovestruck #Lovestruck #Hifl #hifl fanfiction #hifl headcannons #Havenfall is for lovers headcannons #Antonio Vasquez #vanessa helsing

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Maybe a Helena fic where mc gets hurt/killed and Helena is using all of her power for payback (god I need sleep! >~<)

WRITTEN BY @evoedbd

(Extract of an old work “In my Blood” Warnings for mentions of assault, mentions of sexual misconduct, strong language, violence, implications of mass murder of innocents, wildlife and plantlife, an OOC take on Helena if she had given into her demonic side and was focused on a single purpose.)

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“We can mobilize within the week. Any sooner is suicidal, my lord.” August was talking, informing Reiner of their troops even as the other retainers poured over their map. The sounds became sharper, the screeching of steel on steel that crescendoed into Helena’s waking conscious. The voices were clear, continuing from the group of Retainers as Helena blinked, centring herself for a few moments in reality. As expected, Kya was not by her side.

A week? That was unacceptable. Too long to be without warmth. Too long to wait for her heart to be returned to her chest, her soulmate to her arms. Kya didn’t have that week, plus however long the march would take. Every minute was two minutes too long for Kya to be alone in that vile bitch’s grasp. For every moment they waited, the Queen had longer to run her fingers over Kya’s flesh. To greet her thighs and flanks with knives as magic burned every nerve in her body. Would that week fade into years? Would Kya be exposed to the bruises down her thighs from fighting? The torn nails from clawing at the ropes? Would her own muscles cramp and clench as she rebelled against every advance? Worse, would that damage haunt her as it still haunted Helena? Would they both be reduced to desperation for their lover’s touch, yet their body still resisting the moment desire licked at their senses? How deeply would the Queen scar Kya within that week?

“Unacceptable...” Helena spoke, barely registering the instant silence in the wake of her words. Fires flickered all around her, potential deep beneath the ground. Blazing halos of possibility if only Helena willed them into a new direction. If she took from those too weak to use their strength. If she claimed. Devoured. Destroyed.

The choice was easy. With a single breath, she tightened her will around the sparks, harnessing her existence into a single purpose. Whatever blazed within her was overwhelming, stronger than anything she had summoned under the Queen’s reign. Where her magic had demanded control, this maelstrom was beyond the need for direction. Its existence alone was the path to her heart.

Helena took that first stride along the path, a vision of the past. A silhouette of shadows and manic glee. A witch of immeasurable power. With hair of moonlight, and impenetrable eyes of midnight black.

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The horizon offered nothing but a mantle of chaos. Dark clouds loomed, livid as bruises across the flesh of sky. The wind wailed, echoing cries of anguish from within the forest. The trees groaned, bending under the unending assault. Each gust disrupted the torches, which cast their flames gallantly in the face of such an incoming storm, scarcely enough to repel the encroaching darkness. The boldness of the flames flickered, casting shadows across the road as the Solders paced, the clunk of their steel joints birthing a duet with the screaming winds. Rain fell, creating a curtain of reflected whites as the skies growled, thunder rumbling as the force approached the simple barricade.

The herald of this destruction was a lone figure, tall and strong, almost unaffected beneath the protection of her cloak. Only wisps of winter gold were blown from beneath her hood, tussled on the wind. Shadows rippled across her body and spiralled around her legs in an impenetrable noxious smog. Dirt whipped through the air, dragging into the core of the storm as she advanced. Ash was left in her wake, footprints of desecrated life, redirected potential torn from everything within her reach.

“Halt! In the name of the Queen!” One Soldier yelled, his voice a whisper against the storm. The winds simply howled in return, as if the storm spoke for the approaching mage. The Soldiers ceased their patrol, turning to look at one another doubtfully. The air was charged with the promise of violence, tense as if holding its breath for the moment everything collided.

The woman did not give a response, continuing her advance. The air crackled and hissed around her, sounds that grew with the rumbling thunder as she came within range. Eyes void of humanity gazed out from beneath her hood, so immaculately dark that even the storm appeared as bright as the sun in comparison. The woman’s gaze devoured, silently promising to claim anything foolish enough to stand in her path. In contrast to the chill of the wind, the air surrounding the woman was blistering, baring the promise of flames. Her entire body appeared to smoulder, covered in wisps of rising steam as the rain met her heated flesh. Still, the soldiers held their ground, nervously looking to one another for guidance against such a force.

“I said halt or suffer the Queen’s wrath!” The first solder yelled once more, stepping forwards with his hand extended. His palm collided with the woman’s shoulder, halting her advance. The unforgiving void of her eyes shifted to the hand, gazing at the annoyance with no trace of emotion. Words evidently meant nothing, the threat apparently inconsequential. Her white gold hair fluttered briefly on the wind, which blew the smog from her figure as if it were smoke.

What remained was a powerful woman. Her legs were armored by shadowlike steel, embellished with delicate blue swirls that formed an impenetrable design of glyphs. Gold contained the swirling chaos of the magic, highlighting buckles that connected armor to dark leather. A skirt flowed around her legs, dark velvet with the stars painting the insides, reflecting the glow of her magic. Closer, one could see her armored corset matched the design of her guards, leaving defined biceps open to the air. Her forearms were protected by matching steel, blending into the covering over the backs of her hands. Her palms, remarkably, remained bare.

All that stood out of place was a brown traveller's cloak, which hung to the back of her knees. A cloak that was evidently too short for her tall, regal frame.

“I have endured her wrath long enough. It is time she suffered mine.” The Woman claimed, her regal voice a whisper of defiance that shook every man to their core. She had not shouted, yet effortlessly her declaration was heard above the brewing chaos.

“It’s Klein!” One of the soldiers yelled in a panic, drawing his blade in such a haste he almost lost his grip. The second could only stare. Paralysed by his indecision.

The soldiers shared stories about the betrayer. The Sorceress who turned on her Queen. Yet, they had not painted the picture he saw before him. They had spoken of a woman in pale armor wielding swords and spells. A woman who could easily dispatch ten men at once without her spells. The tales said one could hear her manic laughter before she struck down another foe, spoke of blue eyes filled with glazed enjoyment. A woman who fed off death. The stories he had heard spoke of how Helena Klein had fled the Queen’s side with her lover, attempting to remain as far away from the war as possible. They did not speak of a demon who commanded the skies, who spoke within the mind of every soldier. They did not prepare him for this.

Fear tangled his guts, rendered his fingers too stiff to hold his weapon as he watched his friend. Ash wafted from the inside of the armor as it collapsed upon itself, knees buckling and arms falling as more and more white ash poured out on the next gust of wind. Nothing was left of the soldier, his flesh reduced to ash by the mere gaze of The Sorceress. Years of life seized in a moment. A family left with not even a body to bury. Just a pile of armor and perhaps a pouch of disintegrated flesh. Soon, the helmet bounced along the ground, clunking as it collided with the steel of Helena Klein’s boot. The Sorceress mercilessly kicked it aside, indifferent to the life she had claimed. The glyphs of her armor swirled, always moving within their confines as she once more began her approach. She scarcely paused as the second soldier rushed at her, instead drawing her blades. The clash of steel on steel echoed a single time before there was a gurgle, along with a burst of red that stained the divine pale skin of Helena’s collar. The second solder crumpled at Helena’s feet, head falling backwards at an unnatural angle once Helena’s fist met his face. The gaping wound in his neck continued to pour blood, defiling the purity of Helena’s armor as she strolled by. Her sights set on the third man.

“P-please!” He cried desperately, falling to his knees as his hands came together in front of his chest. He was one man, a lone soldier against a legend. He knew he would be struck down, knew she could take everything away in moments no matter how hard he fought. He couldn’t die here. Who would feed his little girl? Or his son? Who could pay for his mother’s medicine while his wife kept the house? Their faces dominated his vision, printed behind his eyelids. The cheeky, toothless smile of his little boy. The beautiful eyes of his sweet girl, just like her mother’s. The croaking laugh of his mother filled his ears, along with the wet coughs that would bring blood to her lips.

“M-m-my family! I can’t die! Please! I’ll do anything!” He continued as the Sorceress stopped before him. His hands clung to her boot, slipping on the blood of his fallen comrades as he sobbed. The Queen’s cause was not worth this. Not worth the pain it would cause his family. Cool steel against the underside of his chin lifted his gaze to Helena’s, meeting the terror of her eyes for the first time. Briefly, he saw his pain reflected in her face. He thought he saw her brows twitch, a flinch through her body that could have just been the lightning cracking in the sky. Or, could it be sympathy? Could he have a chance?

“Where is Kya?” She demanded, her words slow and clear. There was no harshness in her voice, not when she spoke that name. That name rolled from her lips as if she were reluctant to part with it yet longed to scream it to the heavens in place of prayers. Even void of expression, the soldier instantly knew of whom she spoke. Her lover. Helena was attacking the Queen alone for her lover. She had to be!

“I don’t-”  he began, his head aching as he tried to recall anything to aid in Helena’s search. To buy his life, and the wellbeing of his family. Instead, he saw her fist approaching his face, hilt held firmly in hand as her voice echoed within his entire being.

“Wrong answer.”

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Fire. It filled her vision, writhed around her with the shadows of magic and death. The light danced across her skin and blades, answering the reflected gleam of soldiers armor as she ducked and weaved between the closest threats.

Of course there would be fire. Fire had been the tool the Queen had truly used to begin to break Helena. Magic had tormented her, touch had torn her dignity away, but it was the flames that burned the houses of her village down that had signalled the beginning of her fall into the monster she had become. A fire cast by her own vengeful hand, inspired by the whispers in a broken girl’s vulnerable ear. It only made sense the Queen would attempt to wield this tool in the face of Helena’s challenge, attempt to remind the Mage of her crimes in such a backhanded manner. A compliment to the threat she posed, and an insult to all she had ever held dear.

It was funny, how Helena had never found herself afraid of fire. It came to her naturally. Her body was constantly warmed by her magic, licking just beneath the surface of her skin. Her flame was radiant in its beauty, effortlessly controlled even though was tainted blue and black in her hands. It warmed her palms, flickering to life between fingers that caressed the spell. Collected and focused on her task, she casually flicked her wrist out towards the approaching soldiers. The flames faithfully leapt at her command, eager to illuminate her darkened path towards the castle.

Amidst the calming crackling, her ears caught the creak of steel joints. Helena didn’t need to see to know what was coming next, the woosh of a swung weapon. A thicker sound than a blade, slower and heavier. It was effortless to pivot to the left, twisting her blade to lightly knock the head of the mace aside. Just enough to unbalance her foe. The soldier went tumbling with a scream. It fell on deaf ears as Helena twisted once more into the next attack, slashing violently out at a soldier’s neck. Before even confirming the next man fell, Helena was turning to a third with a rapid thrust, her jagged left blade sweeping low as she completed her turn. She released her sword whilst driving her left blade down into the first man’s prone body. Where a normal blade may have failed, magic and skill allowed Helena to effortlessly plunge her weapon into the man’s chest cavity. She only had the time to claim a single breath before the thud of the final corpse hitting the ground flooded her ears, her blade still embedded in his unkempt armor.

  “Archers! Take aim!” The commander’s voice echoed across the battlefield, along with the sound of a dozen steel boots striking the ground in unison. The Sorceress straightened, her shoulders baring the tension that crackled in the air. She turned her head to glare towards line of Archers out of the corners of her darkened eyes, which were filled with the calm promise of merciless carnage. All they saw was the determined slant of Helena’s jaw, complementing the way her brows furrowed ever so slightly, almost as if she were calculating which man to blame for the impasse. None thought to watch her shifting fingers, which twisted around the threads of black that wafted up from the fallen.

“Ready!” The Commander’s voice echoed. Helena’s fingers began to move more forcefully, tracing the shapes into the darkness as she waited for the moment to snap. She no longer acted on what she knew of magic, instead everything became infused with her memories. The curl of Kya’s shoulder blade beneath her palms. The erratically crisscrossed strands of raven hair a moment before she brushed it behind Kya’s adorable ears.

“Light!” The sound of that voice banished every joyful recollection and replaced them with reality. Helena homed in on that voice, focusing on the painfully bitter fact that this commander stood between her and her love. That was where she wanted all her rage targeted, to strike out and erase the obstacle holding her from the missing piece of her identity. Ash caught in the vortex of energy she channelled, swirling to bring the shapes to life across the ground beside her. Death crept and crawled into the circles and lines, black and menacing across the trampled earth as the moment drew out.

“FIRE!”

  Helena dove for her jagged blade, allowing her magic to unleash the instant the sound of released strings echoed. The swirling of a portal opened before Helena, shielding her as she tore her blade from the husk of the soldier. As the dust flew from within his helmet, Helena moved to her other blade, grasping the hilt firmly in hand. Panicked screams reached her ears as flaming arrows flew, attempting to catch any of Helena’s garb in the flurry. Those arrows flew through her spell, redirected towards the source of her wrath. Splinters and flames rained down on the commander, setting his clothes aflame. The spell only lasted long enough to confuse the archers before they found Helena in their sights. No longer unified, every man fired for himself, feeding the disorder Helena thrived upon.

Swiftly, she withdrew her blade from the soldier. She swung it in a tight arc, filling the air with the scent of burning flesh as flames erupted from her blade, baking the blood coating it. The small burst of flame blistered through the arrows, lighting the battlefield in azure as ashen shapes fell at the Sorceress’ feet.

  “How is she not dead? We can’t hit her!” A dismayed cry rung across the field as an archer lowered his bow, dark eyes widening in horror as he watched the smoke clear from the seemingly indestructible sorceress.

“Hold firm! She has to be nearing her limit!” A second called out in a louder voice, tone flooded with authority. The other archers remained steady, clinging to the words as if they were a lifeline. The faint hope that they could indeed overcome the odds.

  That futile hope was terrifyingly familiar for Helena. An old friend. It was the power that motivated her through every trial, allowed her to cast when her body screamed in agony. The futile hope that it would earn the affection she had longed for.   Take the lives and maybe she’d be spared, or better yet, touched. That was what love was, touch. Giving delight to the other. Now she understood how futile that had been. How that hope had truly been an enemy, driving her to self-depreciation and torment again and again. Just as it drove these soldiers to death again and again. It was a toxic hope she fed with every sword swipe, fighting as if she were bound by these ineffective rules. Acting on the restraints of human warfare.

She was methodical as she resumed her approach, sliding her blades back into their sheaths as she began to mentally chant her spells. The chanting would be wasted energy if she let the words escape, yet they were such a part of her that her mind galivanted through the sounds like a child skipping through the grass. The air surrounding her became alive, distorting and warping into the shapes of her glyphs. Black sparks ran wild, playing the role of fish in the face of the tidal wave of spells.

  “KILL HER! FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST SHOOT THE BITCH!” A borderline frenzied soldier cried out, loosing his arrow in sheer desperation. The air became dank with fear, the sound of unravelling soldiers filling the ears of the battle field as they all doubled down on their efforts to slay Helena.

Arrows rained down between the archers and Helena, bouncing off the air as if it had solidified once within range of Helena’s body. Each time, sparks erupted, briefly illuminating a complex layer of hexagonal and circular links that formed a net before Helena’s extended hand. The twang of bowstrings became louder and louder in her ears as she sprinted closer and closer, closing the distance between herself and her goal. Each strike was small, yet the arrows began to prick through the projected glyph, ripping traces of blue apart as if it were made of twine or leather instead of magical essence. Like a thousand little cuts that would lead one to bleed out without a bandage. Without action. Her reaction was a risk, a calculation Helena wouldn’t usually have made so quickly. One second her hand was extended, attempting to mend the broken barrier, the next she ducked an oncoming hail. Her boots skidded on the field, causing a cloud of disturbed dust to burst before her. Without the glyph, Helena was free to focus her energy once more, freezing the air before her until a pillar of blackened ice gleamed like polished onyx between herself and her prey. Her foot collided with the ice, followed by her shoulder as she righted her posture with a calm breath in.

  She was the spider, weaving her web of magic and power as ants put up a token resistance. Ants too entwined and tangled to disengage and too few to pose any threat. With savage fangs, Helena tore their illusions of hope apart. Her fingers spread, copied by the shadows lapping at her ankles. She clawed at the air, almost sneering as she twisted her hand and reached for the men. Like the material of a tapestry, she could feel them beneath her fingertips. Fine strings of cotton throbbing like a pulse. Heartbeats infused with fear and agony which she followed back to their cores. The colours at her disposal were unfathomable, potential energy she could harness to any purpose if only she wove the strings correctly upon the loom of fate. Unfortunately, she did not have the patience of fate nor the foresight.   She had a single purpose. A picture of black to create for any standing in her way. Thus, she tore the threads from the tapestry, threading them into the coils of power simmering beneath her skin. Dark as the void, black as the moonless night. Death.

  For the soldiers, it was agonizing. A group of men trying to cling to shadowy claws that tore into their chest cavities. Steel, flesh and bone meant nothing to the power as it pulled their lungs in opposite directions, intent on exposing their smouldering hearts. Their veins darkened beneath their skin, turning the colour of dusk the longer the power tore at them. Blood swiftly dried, turning to muddy, crumbling dust between their fingers, coating the earth before crawling towards Helena.

For Helena, it burned. Every muscle in her body longed to cringe away, to writhe free of the agony such a flood of energy brought. A single body was not enough to contain this much raw power, a prison of mere flesh trying to hold back the tides of the ocean. A child’s hand attempting to still a hurricane. The blood dust crept along her skin, forming layers of runes that continued to creep and move across her flesh. A thousand words in a thousand lost tongues flowed across her hands, around her arms and chest, turning her into something akin to a living shadow. The maelstrom of dust embraced her legs, concealing them from sight as her feet left the ground. Darkness embraced her once more, causing her hair to gleam like sunlight as it fluttered amidst the storm. Wordlessly, she extended her arms, allowing the wings of shadow to hold her aloft as she floated past the dead, oblivious to the sound of their armour striking stone again and again as her eyes fixated upon a single goal... the gates of hell itself, frozen over by a depraved lunatic masquerading as a Queen.

#anonymous #answered #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction #helena klein #helena x mc #love & legends #angst #heavy angst #tw: violence #woeful wednesday

[istanbulite]

thinking about Astraeus' route.. more like the versions I have;

1- The canon way. MC really fell in love with Hades. Astraeus pined for her badly on Earth. Hades betrayed her to the pantheon — and so on. We love a suffering male lead. It's kinda really charming that he waited so long for her even without the possibility of her ever returning his affections even if he was dying from being on Earth. Kinda sickly. I love it.

2- Double agent way. MC seduced Hades to use him because she hates the gods for what they did to her mother and while she grows fond of Hades it's been always her plan, to take down H.E.R.A. She doesn't trust Astraeus though and only after he said his loyalty to his brother is over does she meet him and they have this intense connection so she agrees to break up w Hades n instead work inside H.E.R.A to take the pantheon down w Astraeus providing outside support. Here I think they'd start as friends with benefits thing? (at least from MC' perspective as he's already very much in love) She keeps Hades busy n suspicions off of her she tries to figure out this weird thing between her n Astraeus. This is kinda my fave bc it has Hades' route and Astraeus' sketchy introduction & obsession w/o getting too long PLUS MC tends to Astraeus as he's beaten up from that fight with Hades and experiencing Earth for the first time, now w MC n them sharing a bed & trusting & getting to know each other before they devote themselves to each other eternally... I feel like it's needed - a step between enemies and devotion forever u know.

3- No Hades way. Not sure how to go with it tbh... I suppose in that case it starts like the other routes and Astraeus is arrested in H.E.R.A. maybe just before Pallas attacked he uses this information to gain a little trust and prevent the first explosion in Olympus. Maybe his case is proving titans deserve freedom and the route is about finding clues and researching ways to make peace between them without war. Because Astraeus fought so much and it led nowhere. Might as well try this way. Here, the Hera edge is dealt with the MC already being Hera, meaning all this time she was living, she was actually turning into her gradually without noticing because her power and presence is too overwhelming. Astraeus helps her come to terms with it and it helps him make peace with the Olympians too. Peace and Love on the Planet Earth. In Lost Kisses, you deal with other titans but also some gods trying to sabotage the peace.

#lovestruck #astraeus #hades #astoria #astoria: fate's kiss #astoria: lost kisses #afk mc #voltage #lovestruck fanfiction #xx #oc: eos

[fan-girl-2]

You’re probably wondering why I am suddenly posting something Lovestruck related all of a sudden. The short answer is that I got a burst of itchy fingers and I still owe another blogger fanfic requests. The long answer is that I have been bored with life, I have insomnia, and I miss Lovestruck with a passion. It might actually be unhealthy. Anyway, hopefully this fic will clear the Lovestruck dust off of some of y’all and you might enjoy it.

This was written for @undertxkerr. I am criminally late (like I should go to jail), but I hope you still enjoy it.

LI: Hades

Writing Prompt: After finally getting a weekend off, MC decides to visit Hades at his condo. She isn’t expecting what she finds. (Set roughly after S1)

Warning ⚠️ : this is an explicit smut fic. Don’t read if that doesn’t interest you.

MC opened the door to Hades’ apartment as silently as she could. Peeking her head in, she could see that he wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen and gave a sigh of relief. It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if he saw me right from the start she thought as she walked the rest of the way in.

It was the first time that they had both had the same weekend off in a while. Not that Hades knew that she was off as well or else she wouldn’t be trying to surprise him. They had both been working so hard, Hades even more so than she. She wanted to give him a reprieve by spending the weekend together, just the two of them.

Setting her things down, she began making her way down the hallway towards Hades’ bedroom. She expected him to be sleeping considering how much of a workaholic he was during the week. Not that she would have minded. A nap sounded pretty damn good to her overworked brain. She could already feel the mattress underneath her as she reached the slightly ajar door.

However, Hades sound asleep was not what she found when she looked through the gap.

He was leaning against the headboard, his head thrown back exposing the long expanse of his neck. She could see sweat clinging to his smooth, golden skin. His chest heaving with his heavy breaths and abs clenching and rippling. She could hear his groans of pleasure, her name escaping his throat in a long drawn out moan. His left hand gripped the blankets in a tight fist as his right…

She gasped.

His eyes flew open and towards the door as he froze his ministrations. They held eye contact for a split second before he drew the covers over himself and she turned around as quickly as possible. She could hear the sounds of him struggling to get out of bed, but couldn’t pay much mind due to her mortification. It was the breeze of the door being thrown open that triggered the apologies to come flying out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry! I-I-I thought you would be asleep! I just wanted to surprise you considering we haven’t spent time together in so long. I should have knocked! I’m so so sor-!”

Her apologies were cut off when Hades’ arms encircled her, turned her around, and pulled her into his chest. MC hid her face into his neck, her continued apologies muffled against his skin.

He shushed her, resting his chin against her head, his own thoughts of mortification silent. They stood like that for a length of time, not talking, just holding one another. Eventually the blush on their faces receded and MC’s apologies died off. Only then did she take a deep breath and lean back and try to look him in the face. She failed.

“I’m sorry. I should have knocked or something. That was unacceptable of me and I completely understand if you are angry. I should-”

“You should stop apologizing.” His voice was firm and commanding. Perhaps too commanding, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment. Whatever it took for her to stop acting like she did something wrong.

He saw her take a peek at him and met her eyes. She immediately looked away. He sighed as he gathered her up into his arms and walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed with her in his lap as he gathered his thoughts.

“I gave you a key for a reason, love. It wasn’t so you would have to knock or announce your presence every time you wanted to see me. If I wanted that, I would have made it known.” He gave a slight chuckle. “I’m actually surprised that it took us this long to have this kind of situation. It was only a matter of time.”

She finally peeled her face away from hiding and looked him in the face. Her face was still on fire, but hearing Hades’ easy tone made the situation easier. The small smile on his face helped even more. “You’re not angry?”

“Of course I’m not angry, my love. You took me by surprise and it was embarrassing, but I’m not angry. I am actually quite glad that we got this situation out of the way.”

She gave a sigh of relief and finally relaxed. She couldn’t say that she disagreed with him. Of course she could do without the mortification, but oh well.

The silence grew comfortable the longer they sat there, holding each other and rocking slightly. Hades placed soft kisses to her hair and face, telling her how happy he was that she was there. MC almost fell asleep until he started to lay her down. Only then did she remember how he looked when she saw him pleasuring himself. The image made her hot and she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

He looked at her with a confused face, but it was wiped clean by whatever it was that he saw on her own. His eyes heated and the look only turned her on more.

He put her back in his lap and she adjusted until she was fully seated on top of him. She felt his erection lengthening under her and grinded herself down, eyes closing and sighs of pleasure escaping at the feeling. Hades gave an answering grown of pleasure and bucked his hips up into her.

Thank the Gods I wore a dress today she thought as they continued to languidly move their hips together. The pace picked up, the rhythm growing fast and harder the more desperate they became.

She slowed when they began to lose control, an idea popping into her head. He groaned in displeasure, but she shushed him with a deep kiss. She broke away from his mouth to get air and continued to kiss down his neck and up to his ear.

“I want you to continue what you were doing before I disrupted you. And I want to watch,” she whispered in his ear. He jerked in surprise and looked at her face. When he saw that she was serious, he gulped and gave a slow nod. Then, his lips formed a wicked smirk.

“Only if I get to watch you also.”

Now it is her time to be shocked. “You want to…why?”

He gives a soft laugh. “For the same reasons you want to watch me I’d imagine.”

She bites her lip and thinks about it. The thought of watching Hades touch himself, groaning and sweating…All at the same time that he is watching her.

While she is still embarrassed at the idea, she gives him a nod. Just the little smile and the look of heat that he gives her makes it worth it and they haven’t even started yet.

Hades melds their lips together, kissing her so deep that her toes curl. A small whimper escapes and he gives a deep growl in response. He lowers them to the mattress, grinding his hips into hers. She breaks away with a gasp, taking gulps of air as Hades peppers kisses down her neck before biting her pulse point gently.

Her hands were frantic as they untied the sheet from his waist. He was just as desperate, yanking her clothes off with an urgency that would have shocked him had he not been starved for the feel and sight of her.

They slowed once completely uncovered. Frantic touches turned into a caress. Harsh breaths turned soft as they breathed each other in. Hades tucked his face into her neck as she raked her nails lightly across his back.

Finally, Hades leaned back onto his knees; the heat between them ignited immediately. Their eyes raked over each other, waiting for the other to begin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Hades breathed, breaking the silence.

She blushed and he chuckled at her reaction, reaching a hand down to trace her cheek. That hand continued, down her neck, across her breasts, over her waist, until reaching between her thighs. His fingers grazed her lightly, turning her lust into an inferno. She bucked her hips, begging for more. Hades took his hand away, shushing her when she whimpered in protest. He took her hand and guided it to where he had been just seconds before.

He groaned at her sounds of pleasure, taking himself in hand and giving a hard stroke. His eyes closed, head tipping back from the pleasure and the intensity of the moment. They flew open when her free hand took hold of his, holding on as they pleasured themselves together.

Eventually, they quickened their movements. Between the pleasure and the feel of their eyes on each other, it became too much to take it slow. MC circled her hips, pushing her fingers into herself and moaning at the fullness. Hades thrust into his fist, groaning without restraint.

“That’s it, love. Make yourself come while I watch. Gods, you’re so beautiful.” Hades couldn’t control what he was saying, the pleasure clouding his thoughts until all that remained was them.

“Hades, I’m -!” She gave a cry, throwing her head back and gripping his hand tight as she climaxed.

Yes he thought as he gave one, two, three last rough tugs before he felt the tightening in his spine. The intensity of his climax almost blinded him, but he watched her the whole time.

After they had recovered, Hades all but collapsed beside her on the bed. Still catching their breath, MC and Hades looked at each other. Grins bloomed on their faces, breathless laughs traded between them.

With reluctance, Hades rose from the bed and took MC into his arms when she began drifting asleep. He walked them towards the bathroom, starting the shower and holding her as it warmed. When steam rose, he stepped in and gently placed her on her feet. They washed each other, basking in the afterglow of what they had done.

“I love you, MC,” Hades murmured into her hair.

She clung to him, tucking her face into his chest. “I love you, Hades. Just so you know…we are definitely doing that again.”

Their laughs echoed through the bathroom.

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