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dinuhsoar · 2 years

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little love | l.l

- care giver!loki x little!f!reader

warnings: age regression (if that counts), paci use + bottle use (slight), slipping in front of people, potential typos, lmk if I've missed any!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis: the avengers and loki meet up for a game; y/n invited as well. however things take a turn for the worst when something happens.

artifact citation: sorry for my absence everyone! I've decided that I'm going to start posting from now on, and to give myself motivation, I've decided to post at least one fic a week! jus' gonna call this motivation monday. here's a wip that's been accumulating dust for the bast four months! next week's mm will definitely be yuanfen, perhaps even cheaper three! also, first time writing little!reader (at least I think lmao). I don't know much about the community, so sorry if I offend/get things wrong! I'm also thinking of redoing my blog! pand rq sorry I have so much to say, but plot came from someone who wrote a fic of steve from stranger thing where they play monopoly or something and the reader slips (and another (or the same lmao can't remember)) wrote a fic with the same concept but just with eddie! anyhow, enjoy!

you were excited to go see the rest of the marvel team. you've been living separately from them all except for loki whom lived with you despite the both of you being offered a place in the tower. and while you met the team before, it was only brief before they had a mission to go do.

loki, upon arrival at the tower, had messaged tony asking him where everyone was; to which he responded with 'at the cub. didn't know you were coming today, leaving now.'

both loki and you had remained in the tower, and loki was skeptical of your behaviour, as you began to turn the tv on, plopping down to watch [favourite kid tv show/movie]. however there weren't any immediate signs and he just brushed it off as you wanting to watch your favourite movie or show.

but regardless, loki was quite prepared. he had your blankie, paci (plus two spares), a bottle, a shirt of his for you to wear; him knowing damn well you'd rather be regressed surrounded by him; touch, smell, or otherwise. he had other things in there too, though; an extra stuffie, hair clips or hairties for either both of your hair or for his own purpose. he also had lotion and a medical kit; he's never used it yet, though.

you had let out a laugh at something on the tv, grabbing the immediate attention of loki as he sighed. you were just bound to slip soon today, and he just couldn't tell when.

it's only about another thirty minutes before everyone else arrives finally, loki heading over to you and grabbing the remote from you to turn the tv off. he saw it in your eyes; the barely there protest.

"they're back, love," he stated simply, you straightening up and watching as they walked into the room, everyone catching up with each other before tony laughed, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving!"

and everyone had agreed; including you, despite loki making summoning you a meal, thinking he wasn't going to stay as long as he already has.

but steve just sighed, shaking his head as he spoke up, "I guess we can order pizza? you're paying tony," the man snarled, placing his order for himself and bucky, knowing they like the same pizza, giving the phone to loki to place his order.

"what would you like, baby?" he asked you, looking at you as he awaited your answer.

"[go to pizza]," you said nodding, loki placing the order and passing the phone to someone else.

"while that's going on, I was thinking we can all play a game!" piped up natasha, everyone agreeing.

it was decided that you'd all be playing uno. it was the only game tony had and it kinda made everyone mad at him; including yourself because, with the money he was making, how'd he not have any more games?

regardless, you and bucky split the deck of cards, shuffling them both, before bucky shuffled them all together. it was a fair shuffle, and no one was bound to complain.

wrong.

tony and nat were screaming at each other, fingers pointing to each other, cards getting thrown about as they both tried to show that one or the other was cheating.

"you said no stacks, nat! you clearly stacked!"

"I didn't say that! you did!"

and so it went on. everyone just watched. they tried stopping it but it wasn't worth it.

meanwhile you sat with your knees to your chest, eyes looking over at loki before looking at tony and nat. somewhere along the lines, you slipped. your eyes were watery, wondering why everyone was yelling. and loki looked at you once before he stood up, gathering the attention of everyone else, him pulling you up after him.

and everyone could tell you were different, so to speak. your eyes were lost, and you clung to loki for dear life. that wasn't new in itself, but as the room fell quite, watching as loki left the room with you in his arms, they all heard a slight, 'wan' dada,' before you and him completely left the room.

he took you to his room in which he hardly ever used, and set down on the bed, him reaching for the bag, grinning as he saw your eyes light up when he pulled out the pacifier along with your favourite stuffie and blanket.

"hey, hey, it's gonna be alright, m'kay?"

he saw the tears in your eyes, some of them trailing down your cheeks.

"uncle tony and aunty nat stopped arguing, it's okay," he soothed, referring to the titles you both gave them in secret.

you nodded, smiling when he suddenly pulled out your bottle; however it fell and more tears pooled out.

"s'empty dada!" you wailed, pacifier falling from your mouth as you rolled over into your stomach and cried into the pillows beneath you.

"oh sweets, m'sorry. dada's very sorry." he scolded himself, not realising it was empty. again, he though you both wouldn't be here long.

"what if I made you 'poseidon,' hm? would that cheer up my sweet baby?"

poseidon was your favourite drink that loki made; it contained almond milk, your favourite fruits, and he made the milk blue by adding colouring to it; hence the name!

"dada I's want don," you pouted, face looking back at him, eyes red and puffy. if you asked him, he'd say you looked divine.

"alright, baby, you stay here, alright? dada will be back shortly." he fixed your paci, adjusting the blanket and handed you your stuffie back, and then left.

when loki reentered the room everyone was in, they all gasped, seeing the bottle in his hand. it was your favourite colour, and had stickers from your favourite tv show or movie on it. some would say loki looked comedic almost with it in his hands. he wasn't the brightest soul, so seeing that in his hands and a grin on his face, made them question him.

"who's that for?" asked peter, getting up to go look at the bottle as loki set it on the counter, getting the stuff out.

"it's for y/n," the man said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, pouring the milk into it before looking up at everyone's blank expression. "she age regresses?" and they all blinked, doe eyed. "some people fit for fun, others do it due to trauma; whatever that may be. think of it as being a physical age, but your mind goes to a younger age. with you, and you, yelling," loki said pointing, "she felt the need to regress. I'm her caregiver, so I take of her; dress her, feed her," he said shaking the bottle, "stuff like that."

loki added the fruit, dropping the dye in before shaking it up again, looking at them. "anymore questions?"

just then a floorboard creaked and everyone looked at you, pacifier in mouth, stuffie in hand and blanket wrapped around you. "wa tafin too long dada."

and although you didn't move your eyes off of loki, you could everyone else's. but they weren't negative looks. they were ones of awe, and perhaps even jealousy; not of you, but jealous of the type of relationship you had going on.

"little love, it's okay to come here. can you c'mere for me, yeah?" and loki smiled when bucky snapped his head towards the man, then to you as you shyly waddled out from the hallway, making your way over to him.

"one poseidon, my sweet angel," he said, giving her the drink in an overly dramatic manner, hands pinching the sides of your cheeks, resulting in a squeal to escape from your mouth. "now, what do you say to dada, hm?

"fank yous, dada! m'lobe you very much!"

— please dont be afraid to send an ask! I've recently discovered all these little stuff on tumblr and oh my heart can't simply take this! I will be going over my masterlist at some point, so there will be some new faces! with this though, comes the saddened lost of some of the people I wrote for :( also, peep out my taglist that's on my pinned post 👀 I'd appreciate it if you fill that out cause it's easier to keep track of who wants to be tagged!

tagging: @ringsofsaturnnnn @muffinsssss

#loki (marvel)#loki of asgard #loki fiction #loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #ruth writes #lokix!little reader #cg!lokixlittle!reader #little!reader #little!f!reader #caregiver imagine #little imagine #loki layfeyson

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lilacthebooklover · 6 months

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imagine max killing richie and ruth in hatchetfield high, ready to move onto pete and steph after establishing his power over the school even in death, only,,, richie and ruth are still there. they're ghosts too, bc they died in hatchetfield high, and hh is one of the black altars. so now max just has to deal with them being in the afterlife with him. he can't beat them up or anything since none of them are corporeal, so they're limited to unwanted coexsitence. his plan has backfired horribly and he is very angry about it, but there isn't really anything he can do.

then richie and ruth follow him around and do all they can to get him to stop trying to kill pete and steph, bc those are their best friends, and even if they're dead, they can still try to save the other two. Operation Mildly Inconvenience Max is a-go.

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pythoneon · 6 months

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“Paul is Richie’s uncle” this “Paul adopts Richie” that

WRONG

Ruth invites her Uncle Paul to every show she’s in and he forces himself to go to support his only niece but hates every fucking second of it

#I’m totally not writing this bc I’m writing this into my fic #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #hatchetfield #starkid npmd #paul matthews #ruth fleming #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm

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spiderversegf · 3 months

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when shirley jackson said, “the very nicest thing about being a writer is that you can afford to indulge yourself endlessly with oddness, and nobody can do anything about it, so long as you keep writing. all you have to do — and watch this carefully, please — is keep writing.”

#🍜#shirley jackson #writing #i just finished reading her biography by ruth franklin and it was phenomenal!! highly recommend!!#ok to rb

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raspberrysmoon · 5 months

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i will never be done defending just for once as one of the best songs ive heard from starkid so far. ive flipped through a few of the older non hatchetfield musicals and its STILL towards the top of my list. maybe its because shes ME in another world. if id switched schools earlier, or been "too gay" or "too smart" for the boys in fifth grade. if my shoulder had never healed and i had to quit dance years too early. just for once is a gorgeous, incredible representation of what it feels like to watch everything, even your own life, happen, watch it all from the outside, and never be able to take charge of it.

ruth fleming is a wonderful, weird, gross character and not enough people are cheering for her. in this essay i will

#i WILL write the essay #i think i could #anyway my brain is consumed and jfo makes me cry #love this show #raspy rambles #starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #also all of the songs are good #just saying #this whole musical is gorgeous #i just really love ruth and her little arc #and her death #perfect and gorgeous is every way #ruth fleming #ruth npmd

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 3 months

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OKAY here is the completely nonserious percy jackson npmd au thats been taking up space in my brain for weeks now because it simply needs somewhere to go:

New campers-

Stephanie Lauter:

I'm not overcomplicating this one: Steph is a daughter of Aphrodite

Solomon Lauter saw the hottest woman at some party where he was campaigning, and he’s is nothing if not ‘passionate’ and successful (by design) so it worked out

As far as Steph knows until her teens her mom ran off on her dad when she was a baby, and that’s fine, she doesn't give a shit, she’s never looked into it

Until, when she’s sixteen (because somehow she’s made it this long) Grace Chasity starts a rumor, her dad sends her to Abstinence Camp and the monster in the woods chases her right into camp halfblood

She gets claimed pretty promptly and Is Not A Fan

She’s thinks it’s pretty sexist and conceited and stupid and problematic for a whileeeee and refuses to look into it any more than ‘pink and pretty and misogynistic’ which like, doesn’t go well for her but she’s nothing if not stubborn

She’s fluent in French because of her mom but she doesn’t know that until she gets to camp and is genuinely so pissed off that the one school subject she thought she was good at isn’t even on her own merit

She’s got some vague appearance manipulation stuff, and once she realizes she does she exclusively uses it to change her hair color and make her eyeliner look good

She’s probably like camp way more if she knew about it earlier but the combo of her had having kept it from her and who her mom is and all the stupid games/worship expectations piss her off and she bails on most of the events/training/campfires out of spite

She definitely uses some close up weapon like a dagger or short sword

Grace Chastity:

Grace is a daughter of Ares

(Her finding this out goes very poorly)

Im ngl i feel like somehow Ares ended up with Mark Chastity, I refuse to examine this thought but i think Mark Chastity had his first gay experience and woke up the next morning with a baby there somehow because Ares thought it would be hilarious and wanted to see what would happen

She gets chased to camp with Steph from Abstinence Camp and is fucking livid, the whole thing is insanely scareligious and ridiculous and everyone there is going to hell and she is so heated that Ares, once again thinking it’s really funny and slightly proud, claims her on the spot

Grace Chastity is out here with her sacreligious two gay dads

She really resents specifically who her dad is because in her head she is made for peace and love and spreading the word of god, she hates the idea of war or violence on principal, so she spends a lot of time at the strawberry fields or Pegusus stables because she does really like the flying horses :)

She refuses to take place in any camp activities or training and all her siblings hate her

At a certain point she’s able to harness a level of odikinesis (enhancing feelings of hatred and war) and it doesn’t go well

Chiron honestly is forcing her to stick around because he’s REALLY so very nervous about how the fuck it would go to have Grace loose on the mortal world right after she finds everything else

Her weapon is an axe

Obviously

AND THEN we’ve got the established campers-

Peter Spankoffski:

Okay so forgive me for my special little blorbo-fication of my guy but:

Pete’s a son of Nyx

He super fucking shouldn’t be, there aren’t demi-god children of Nyx, just monsters and minor gods, but him and Ted were kind of just… thought experiments? Like she was bored and very curious so she took a really shitty human and had a child with him (Ted) and then, in what Nyx’s head was barely any time at all but in human years was straight up 18 years, has another one (Pete)

Ted raises Pete for a couple years, but children of Nyx in general are just bad omens, and human children of Nyx who probably shouldn’t exist are no exception, so they get hunted down by monsters hard

Ted dies or disappears by the time Pete’s ten or eleven and he ends up at a camp

He’s a year round camper and lives in the hermes cabin because obviously Nyx doesn’t have a cabin (look okay i know that percy fixed that, but that bit of lore where any unclaimed or minor god children live at the hermes cabin is so fucked up and rife with angst and hurt/comfort potential is too much for me to resist so this is a universe where percy jackson does not exist)

His luck is horrible, like it’s a magical demigod ability how horrible his luck is and he’s well on his way to systematically having broken every single one of his bones one by one, they know him so well in the apollo cabin

NO ONE (and I mean NO ONE) likes him and he’s considered a camp wide jinx so he takes one for the team and personally exempts himself from any team events like capture the flag because no one is willing to have him on their side

A lot of newer campers generally assume he’s an Athena kid because he really enjoys learning/strategy/by-the-book stuff because it’s a lot easier than trying to get involved with the more dangerous athletic shit

Because his mom is the goddess of night he’s very into outer space

His weapon is a bow and arrow, but he’s pretty good with most range weapons/anything that he can calculate aim for

Ruth Fleming:

Ruth is a daughter of Demeter and she’s pissed about it

Her dad told her about being a demigod a couple years before she went to camp but he didn’t know who her mom was so she got very very into greek mythos and shit and was convinced she was a daughter of Athena or Aphrodite or someone else nine-year-old-girl-cool and was fucking devestated when it was the goddess of farming

Like, she’ll do all the things she’s expected to (helping in the strawberry fields, weeding, etc..) but she’s going to complain about it

She doesn’t even have any cool powers to go with it!!! it’s so unfair >:(

She’s also involved with the camp’s theater department and is convinced it’s rigged against her because of who her mom is in favor of Apollo and Dionysus kids (in fairness…. it probably is) which is why she’s always stuck on tech

She’s definitely got a crush of Richie’s dad

She’s a summer only camper for sure, monsters don’t hunt her down for any reason in particular or en mass so she can get away with it and fight off the ones that do, but she does kind of take offense to the fact that even monsters don't want her (even if they’d just kill her)

Her childhood greek mythology obsession carries over so she knows every dumb little detail about every myth and will bring it up unprompted

Her main weapon is just a celestial bronze sword but i feel like when she first got to camp at 12 she bribed a child of Iris to change the color of it so it looks like… rose gold lmao

Richie Lipschitz:

Richie is a son of Dionysus

And sure, okay, I know what you're thinking: that doesn’t really fit…?

But to that I say oh boy it does, just not for Richie

For his twin brother Trevor however–

Richie is kind of like the black sheep of his cabin, not that there is many of them, because his brother is perfectly cookie cutter what a Dionysis kid should be (he’s a theater kid, he throws good parties, he’s generally popular) and Richie is not

They both started camp at probably 10-ish, a little earlier than traditional because there were two of them which drew more monsters

His eyes are violet though which he thinks is very cool so he dyes his hair purple to match them

He sorta-kinda has chlorokinesis, specifically for grape and strawberry vines, which a. he also thinks is very cool, and b. he uses as an excuse to get out of training so he can hang out with Ruth

He's also really good at swimming and trying to work up the courage to ask his dad if he'd possibly be able to grant him the ability to turn into a dolphin but just like... only when he wanted tot and he could turn back

He really wishes his was an Apollo kid (though, obviously he’d never say that out loud) because of the artistic stuff, so he sort of just tries to gaslight everyone that because his dad is the god of the Arts that includes physical art like drawing so obviously that’s why he’s good at it

He’s a summer-only camper too but for the dumbest reason; their parents gave the twins a choice, but Trevor wanted to be able to go back to school to do school plays and Richie can’t watch anime at camp so they chose summer only

His weapon is just a normal sword but he’s campaigning to get a child of Hephaestus to make him a Katana

(They’re all three kind of outcasts in terms of their own godly parents, because Ruth and Richie don’t really fit the mold of ‘normal child of [blank]’ and Pete’s kind of just generally disliked because of his parentage, so they all sort of came together as friends out of necessity but now they’re just actually buddies and they hang out)

anyway who knows if ill do anything with this but its FUN and id love to talk about it forever they're just little demigod losers I love them

#npmd #percy jackon and the olympians #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #richie lipschitz #im THINKIN ABOUT THEM #id love to write something with them but we'll see if I can think of a full plot #pjo #nerdy prudes must die #starkid

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rhondafromhr · 4 months

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Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Max redemption arcs in AUs where he survives the Waylon place but what about a corruption arc for Steph and the nerdy prudes? Like they catch Max before he falls and because he loved the prank so much and he’s so grateful they saved his life he decides they’re HIS nerds and they’re going to join him at the top of the social ladder. They all hesitantly join in on the bullying and at first they justify it as needing to keep up their new status to protect themselves, but slowly find themselves getting into it and enjoying the power trip.

They spend the rest of senior year being literal monsters and they all peak in high school and stay in Hatchetfield after graduation. They keep hanging out mainly because no one else will tolerate them and it turns into an Always Sunny-esque AU. They save Hatchetfield from the LIB multiple times solely because everyone who deals with them gets fucked over, even Wiggog Y’rath himself. The lords in black end up worse and worse off with every encounter and each time the gang summons them they just look more and more disheveled and defeated.

Maybe one of the adults can join in and be the Frank Reynolds of the group? Ted’s the most obvious choice because he is a self-proclaimed sleazeball and his history with Tinky could add an interesting element to the LIB encounters. Or it could be Solomon infiltrating the group to try and reconnect with Stephanie and he gets pulled into their shenanigans and uses his wealth, power and connections as mayor to help pull off their schemes. Or maybe Paul initially gets involved with them because he’s trying to convince Richie to be nice again and get his life back on track but then he ends up slowly getting more and more enmeshed in the group and ends up just as bad as them.

It’d be super out of pocket and out of character but it’d also be tons of fun.

#crack fic idea #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #max jagerman #richie lipschitz #grace chasity #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #vague it’s always sunny au #I might write this but I’ll be too shy to post it probably so feel free to take this idea and run with it #I’d love to read it if you do #hatchetfield

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jadenvargen · 1 year

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random fanart for my own gdamn fic bc i lost my mind over and out

#eli sunday #daniel plainview #mary sunday #ruth sunday #hw plainview #twbb #there will be blood #myart #henry plainview #its liek the first part of a bigger story ive found it extremely therapeutic to write. but like. help #daniel is only in the 1st and last parts tho rip this aint about him. even tho it is also about him... elis gay journey in tha big city baby #anywayyyyyyyyy

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thoughtkick · 9 months

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It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.

Babe Ruth

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vicariousscrolling · 2 months

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kissing in the cabins at abstinence camp…

#hatchetfield #hatchetverse #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #abstinence camp #grace chasity #ruth fleming #halogear #SOMEONE PLS WRITE AN ABSTINENCE CAMP HALOGEAR FIC PLEASE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER #PLS. PLS. HALOGEAR ABSTINENCE CAMP I PRAY

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firenati0n · 5 months

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would you still love me if I was a worm

new series alert. dedicated to a tale as old as time...alex versus his horny brain worms, and the brain worms are winning. xoxo.

#i crack myself up #if y'all have suggestions for future worms fic scenarios lmk!!!!!!#i am THINKING #picture my two fingers touching my temple like professor x #that's me rn #manifesting just for u #ruth writes #rwrb

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jaymesdoodles · 3 months

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The path with Ruth - a poem about converting to Judaism

#jew in progress #jew by choice #converting to judaism #convert to Judaism #jewish conversion #jewish convert #judaism conversion #judaism #book of ruth #jumblr #jewish tag #jewish #jewish poetry #jewish art #poetry #poem #jaymes writes #jaymesdoodles #GOYIM DON'T BE WEIRD

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oliversrarebooks · 1 month

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The Rare Bookseller, Part 44: Alexander's Vain Hope

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tw: conditioning, captivity, blood drinking, toxic possessiveness

September 1925

"So Fitz is visiting soon? Well, now, no wonder you've perked up! And here I thought it was just your new thrall," said Ruth, laughing. "So when is your lover boy arriving, hm?"

Lex groaned. "Please don't call him that. And he'll be here in about a week and a half. He won't be staying long, unfortunately."

"If I don't get to see him, please send Fitz my regards, then," said Ruth. "I remember back when he was your favorite thrall..."

"Mmm." Lex remembered too, all too well. He'd had Fitz as a thrall for such a short time, and as a vampire for so many years now, but in the cold remains of his heart, he still thought of Fitz as human -- warm, delicious, bursting with life.

"Your new thrall is quite an excellent choice, though," said Edith, seemingly noticing Lex's malaise. "Lily was quite right. You needed a decent thrall. This Oliver will be very good for you, I can tell."

"I certainly think so," said Lex, dragging his thoughts back to the present. "That is, if I can protect him from my sire. I'm sure you know how he -- "

"Oh, that's right! I remember what I wanted to discuss with you, Lex," Ruth interrupted. "Remember how you were looking for witches?"

"Yes..."

"I've heard a lot of rumors lately of a vampire hunter new in the city. She's only staked a few vampires, and no one worth mentioning, but she's been raiding thralls from a few of the more established manors." Ruth leaned forward dramatically. "Apparently, this hunter has witch heritage, and has the power to resist a vampire's aura and avoid enthrallment."

Lex's eyes widened. He'd been looking for something like this for years, in the hopes that he could gain the power to defy his sire's power over him and free himself once and for all. But the fact that he'd been looking for so long with little success made him temper his hopes. "Do you believe that? That's what every two-bit vampire says after a narrow brush with death -- that the hunter was a witch, that their enthrallment just didn't work. Nine times out of ten, they're just ashamed of their own weakness."

"What if I told you I heard it from Evelyn? One of her thralls was taken from her servants' quarters a week ago."

"Evelyn? A hunter stole a thrall from Evelyn?" She was one of the oldest and most formidable vampires in the city, almost as old and as feared as Alexander's sire. She most certainly wasn't the type to lose easily to any hunter, or else she'd have been turned to dust long ago. "And Evelyn believes the hunter had witch blood?"

"She said she could smell the witch all over her manor, and that when she used her powers, they had no effect on hunter."

"Witch blood has been incredibly rare in this region for decades now," said Edith. "Are you sure?"

"All I know is what I've heard through the grapevine."

Edith was right, of course. Witch blood was rare in the region because they had all been mercilessly hunted by vampires in the years before Lex was sired. His sire, it was said, was a major part of these hunts, and some of the thralls Lex remembered from his sire's manor in the early days were witches. The smell of magic in their blood was intoxicating, almost impossible to resist, but the one time he'd given into his urges, he'd been starved for months as a punishment.

But their blood quality was not what primarily interested Lex. No, he was interested in the ability, rare even among witches, to defy a vampire's power. If this hunter truly had the secret...

"Lex?" Lily shook him gently. "What are you thinking?"

"Hm?" His thoughts returned to the sitting room, where his guests were looking at him. "Ah, my apologies. I seem to have been rather in my own head."

"When are you not?" said Lily.

He should turn the subject to more cheerful matters -- after all, it wasn't every night he entertained company. "Oh, Ruth, I wanted to ask -- did you look into the matter I wrote you about?"

"Oh, yes, I did!" She rummaged around in her large bag for a moment, pulling out a manila envelope tied with string. "I have some papers you'll find interesting."

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll write you a check for the time spent before you go."

Ruth waved him off. "No need. I'm fine with you owing me a favor."

"Very well," said Lex, smiling as he opened the packet and rifled through it.

"Would it be intruding if I asked what this was?" said Edith, leaning in.

"My thrall, Oliver, ran the most charming bookshop before he was taken. I'm taking steps to ensure it transfers into my name once he's formally declared dead." He closed the envelope, satisfied. "In better days, I'd like for him to be able to run his bookshop. It's his passion."

Edith nodded approvingly. "That's very sweet. You're so generous with your thralls."

"I do try. I really do."

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"You're planning something reckless, aren't you?"

Ruth and Edith had both gone home, but Lily had hung behind to chat with Lex in the library. He already knew why.

"No, not at the moment. But if the rumor is true, if there is a witch who knows the secret to nullifying a vampire's power..."

Lily groaned. "Are you a glutton for punishment? Do you yearn for our sire's dungeons? You know what he'll do to you if you try and fail to kill him. Again."

"So what's the alternative, then?" Lex said, temper flaring. "Never trying? Don't you want to be free?"

"I don't want to see you get tortured just as you're getting back on your feet!" Lily was getting equally heated. "Maybe encouraging you to take Oliver was a mistake. I foolishly thought you had learned your lesson."

"Oh? And what lesson is that?"

"Not to fall in love with thralls!"

Lex nearly choked on his breath, his chest tightening. "I'm not in love with Oliver."

"And yet you're already planning to risk everything for him. I remember the last time you acquired a thrall and immediately started coming up with schemes to kill our sire -- when you fell for Fitz."

"And again I'm going to ask you what you think the alternative is," said Lex, not so subtly dodging that line of thought. "Remaining under the Maestro's whip forever?"

"The alternative is to try and be content with what you have," she said. "You have so much, Lex. You have the manor and the library, you have a perfect thrall, and need I remind you that you have a very handsome and eager vampire lover."

"And that's exactly the reason why I need to kill my sire, because Fitz will never be safe as long as he's alive. And I can't bear to go through the same thing with Oliver, Lily, you know I can't take it."

Lily sighed, relenting. "God damn you, Lex. I know I can't talk you out of this when you get this stubborn. Even if I did, Fitz would talk you right back into it. Neither of you have any sense of self-preservation."

"I'm plenty preserved. I'm 132, and I've spent most of that time locked away in this manor or our sire's, marinating in my feelings like a pickle in a jar, every day the same." Lex looked out of the window at the stars, just barely visible above the glare of gaslights. "I want to live with my own thoughts, and not a dark shadow pulling at them as he pleases. I want to travel. I want to have my precious lover and my precious thrall all to myself without having them yanked away from me at my sire's discretion." He turned back to Lily. "Don't you? Don't you want to be free, too?"

Lily looked so small, less like the confident conditioning expert striding through the halls of the auction house, and more like the terrified but still defiant human she was when she first met Lex. Chained to the wall in the Maestro's manor, feet bleeding from her body being forced to dance, knife and whip marks marring her skin. Somehow, her spirit wasn't broken then. Lex didn't think it was broken now. Not truly. In his experience, anyone who underestimated Lily would be swiftly put in their place.

"You know that I do," she said. "But I also know how this story always ends. That's why I've made my peace."

Lex pushed a hand through his messy hair. "Look, I'll make sure this is all on me. You won't be pulled into this. He'll never know you knew a thing about it."

"Of course he will," said Lily with a sharp laugh. "He always knows."

"I'll be careful," he insisted. "This is all just a rumor anyway, even coming from Evelyn. It's probably nothing. But if it isn't -- if there's really a power I can use to get past our sire's defenses -- I could never forgive myself if I didn't find it. We might never get that kind of opportunity again."

Lily threw up her hands, relenting. "You're right, fine, Lex, you're right. Just don't let all of Oliver's rich blood get to your head. Don't invoke our sire's wrath because you went all soft-hearted over a thrall."

"I'll try not to."

"You won't, but I'm glad you're at least pretending you will." She smiled. "And when Fitz gets here, we'd better all go out on the town together, for old time's sake. Don't forget."

"I won't forget. Consider it a deal."

---

Oliver was bustling about the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting the remaining sandwiches in the icebox. Lex couldn't help but watch him silently from the kitchen door. He could smell the delicious blood from there, and after all that socializing, Lex was hungry.

But he didn't want to interrupt Oliver while he was in the middle of something. Besides, it was nice to watch him. Nice to have a thrall in the house once again.

...But Lily was out of line. He wasn't in love with Oliver. He just wanted to protect what was his.

Fitz was probably going to be a tad jealous of him anyway, even though he had nothing to be jealous about. The only solution, naturally, would be to share Oliver with Fitz -- he just knew Fitz was going to love him if he gave him a chance.

Fitz was the only one Lex would willingly share a thrall with, and the thought was so much sweeter than the nightmare of having to share Oliver with his sire. He could just imagine how lovely Oliver would look as Fitz's enthrallment took hold of him, how gorgeous Fitz would look when he was satisfied from feeding.

And Lex's mind supplied him with another fantasy, one that was impossible and wistful. Fitz as he was as a thrall, so warm and so delicious. Lex possessing them both, filling their minds with enthralling song, feeding from them and watching them curl up on the couch with him in a pleasurable daze. The dream long lost, because as much as he loved Fitz as a vampire, he was far superior as a thrall.

His heart's desire, if he still had a heart.

Thrall or vampire, Fitz and Oliver both belonged to him. And he was absolutely sick of his sire violating his rightful companions and possessions.

Lex shook his head. He had to get a grip. His need for blood was driving him too far into his darker impulses. Thankfully, Oliver was finishing up and could very well provide relief.

As Oliver drained the dishwater and dried his hands, Lex came up behind him, loosely pinning him against the sink. "Did you have a nice time tonight, Oliver?"

"Oh, yes, sir," he said, somewhat flustered. "It was very good to talk to other thralls for a while. I hope to get the chance again."

"You will," said Lex, his control slipping now that he was so close to Oliver. Oliver could certainly tell, as his eyes were already starting to go glassy from Lex's aura. Lex nestled into the space between his shoulder and neck and began to sing quietly, a simple song of pleasure and obedience.

"Sir..." Oliver's muscles began to go slack as he relaxed and fell easily under Lex's spell. "Master..."

The mesmerized bliss on Oliver's face was a sight that Lex doubted he would ever tire of. "I wish to feed from you now," he said, moving in closer to the soft skin of his thrall's neck. "Would that be all right?"

"Yes, master," said Oliver. So eager, so willing. "Please, sir, I'd love for you to feed."

Lex wove a promise of protection into his song, hoping to reassure his dear thrall as he sank in his fangs and lapped at the blood.

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