#witches tortured till they bleed | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

blingblong55 · 1 year

Text

Rhiannon- Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra and Valeria Garza

Part 1

Witch Au

It's been almost a year since Rodolfo left your heart to die. It's been 7 months since he got married. And it's been exactly 2 weeks since Valeria Garza escaped prison. The morning you were in your knees begging for whatever entity could help you heal, you found comfort in the darkness. You were a good person before it all. But as of now, you chose revenge to be your partner and motivator, you unleashed Rudy safety net from you. It was nice to not feel the pain he felt while he was away fighting the bad guys.

At around 2 am Valeria knocked on your door. She and you used to be best friends, but like Rudy, she left to the military and ever since you haven't heard from her. Until now.

"coming!" you jogged down stairs thinking it was Rudy's mom. You opened the door to be greeted to Valeria, she had a gun on her hand and a few scars around her arms. She was bleeding, yours eyes widen. "Vale?" "hola" she smiled, she was always so kind to you, the one person who always made her heart be so...gentle to. "come in, come in!" you whisper shouted.

You stepped out, looking both ways as she made way in, "gracias..perdon. Didn't mean to wake you up." she sat in your sofa. It was the same one she would sit in back at your parents, the one where she would come to you and cry about her problems in. "It's okay, now let me see that wound." you closed the door, locking it as you walking into your small herb/medication 'room'. She waited as you came back, she was weak, that was no brainer. "alright, take this tea it will help with your anxiety and will help with the pain." you handed her a mug. She took it without hesitation, she knew you'd never betray her. You were her one last loyal friend. She yours.

"How come you're here so late?"

"escaped...enemy compound." she played around with her words, not knowing exactly what you did and didn't know. She knew you were in love with Rudy, everyone knew. And she wasn't sure if he was around anymore. You knew her too well. "He isn't here, he actually left the day I told him I loved him. You know how you told me to just spill my guts? well he stepped on the all."

"want to get revenge?" she leaned in, a smirk on her. "what do you have in mind?"

"Well taking into consideration, Rodolfo," she said with a disgusted emotion on her as she said his name, "hurt you and Alejandro is nothing more than a stupid fucking dog, then why don't we hurt them back?"

She was alway the smart one when it came to revenge plans. She was the reason your parents home burnt down after all. "go on." you now intrigued.

"well, you know how to do voodoo and other brujeria, so why not ruin them to their very core? I happen to know what her name is." she was probably referencing Rodolfos wife. "And what will you do?"

"my men will meet me at my base, we can..kill..a few of them. I happen to know where that Shepard guy is, he can be lever. And once we get them into a room, you knock them out with whatever tinker bell potion you got, we can torture them, for days if you please. Make him beg for forgiveness, makes them cry till nothing else is left...the rest..is for me to know. So are you in?" she extended her hand, waiting for yours to meet hers.

You think about it. When he left you there on your knees you cried so much no more sympathy was left. You begged and pleaded to spirits. And now that the dark souls and powers have found their way to you, how could you turn this offer down?

"fine, just tell me her name and we have a deal." you extended your hand, "Kathia, una estúpida perra española." You shook her hand, a smile on both your lips. You finished closing the wound she had. She rested into the sofa. "Let me rest for a few hours and on our way we'll go." you nod and sit next to her. Your head rested on her shoulder. Her hand and yours intertwined.

This was just like back in the day. She and you cried and then would just sit like this in silence. At times you two would smoke or sleep and by the morning you'd be on your way into town to cause trouble together.

---------

When Valeria escaped the prison, Rodolfo sent his family and Alejandros into hiding. Valeria already knew where they'd be of course. His mother was taken from her home at around midnight, you were in the village when this happened. When his teammate told him you weren't in your home, he grew worried. He knew Valeria would be looking for someone he cared for. So by 1 am, his men went into the village, forgetting to keep your home safe. You walked in, got changed and ready to sleep.

His men reported back, you weren't anywhere, safe that is. Alejandro made sure to keep your family away from harms way. "We'll find them hermano." he patted the mans back, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "better be soon ale." the men got in the truck and drove to yours.

-------

By 5 am, you and Valeria left your village. As you approached her base, she told you about her team. And while near the base, you drew a spell from your book. "To hide, to protect, to miss me to miss them. To never be seen. To never be in danger. This is the spell of me and the spell of you. To keep us safe till my enemy is down, till they die, till we survive." you whispered into your hands and a black blitterfly flew away from your hands and as it touched the base, a black glow now surrounded it. The men who would help you were now safe. Valeria included. "what was that?" she raised an eyebrow. It was something the dark shadows gave you, something they told you would keep you and those you work with safe.

"oh nothing."

--------

You were there when Alejandro knocked down your door. Your home swarmed with black butterflies and crows. Alejandro was scratched by one of them, Rudy was too. "what the fuck is this?"

"look," Rudy approached your living room on the floor it was the knife Valeria stole from one of the guards. He and Alejandro looked at each other. Anxiety grew over him, there was blood on it. "think Valeria took her?"

"yes, r/n would trust her, but Valeria knows we care about her,"

"she's a hostage now." Alejandro said, he reached for his radio "attencion, we have a hostage, I repeat Valeria has a hostage." he spoke into the device.

Rudy walked around your home. "Ale!" he called out, the man walked into the room with him. "yeah?"

In your room hung a message: "You give us what we want and r/n won't die, your choice vaqueros.". Blood was the ink for the message.

-----------

Two crows approached you, they leaned in. The dark shadows found them. "They fell into the trap, they now think I am kidnapped." you spoke out. "good. now, James, you and r/n record a video. R/n you plead for help, look weak and almost dead, then it will cut to a video of Shepard."

---------

Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

--------

At around 5pm, los Vaqueros got a video. It was you, all beaten up, your hands tied to a rope. Your head handed low. "please, I told you I don't know nothing!" the masked man slapped you and then poured water over you. "look at the camera and let them know what they are doing to you!"

"but they haven't done anything to me!" you tried to sound innocent and defeated. But deep inside you laughed. "Rudy, please don't come near, they have weapons, please tell ale I always found him as my greatest friend."

You cried, or so it appeared. The man kept hitting you, this time it was with a piece of wood that had nails hammered in, your "blood" dripped from them. But before the wood hit your back, the screen went dark, your scream of agony filling the void. All of the sudden Shepard appears on camera, he was sat in a dark room. On the screen the words: Leave Las Almas and they are both yours.

Rudy's eyes welled up. He stepped out of the room. It's my fault, he thought.

---------

She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

----------

It's been two days since the video. Valeria, her team and you were drinking from a couple of beer bottles laughing at how great the video was. "Look at that! We out did ourselves this time." one man proudly spoke.

Tonight Los Vaqueros and you all were going to meet up, make the treaty if you will. What they didn't know is that it was all a trap. You preyed on their weak hearts like crows.

By midnight you and others walked around the agreed location. You sprayed fumes around. You and the men wore gas masks. It was all going well. And around 2 am, the men were inside the building. After being trapped, they all fell to the ground.

You all marched in, gas masks in place. Valeria ordered her men to strip the clothes off Rudy and the others. They were hanging from the low ceiling from their hands. You all opened the doors, letting the rooms air become 'new" again.

By 3 am, they all woke up. All dazed. You and Valeria stood in front of them. The bottom of your face covered in a cloth. "where is r/n, we made a deal Valeria!" Rudy shifted. Valeria nudged your arm, "míralo, tan débil y necesitado del que rechazo. que vergüenza vaquerito."

She looked down at him and then commanded her men to start torturing them all. You watched in silence, a sinister grin on your lips. "looks good."

"I know, we are so back at our old ways!" she was excited hearing you talk like this again. Just like the old days.

"c'mon its time for our final surprise." you and her walked back to los vaqueros.

"remember me?" you removed the cloth that hid your face.

His eyes widen. He shakes his head in denial. "cant be. r/n wouldn't hurt me."

"the old r/n is dead. this is me now, seeking revenge from those who hurt me and my friends."

Alejandro threw daggers at you with his eyes. It was impossible for this to be you. So out of character. "you fucked up vaquero de mierda." she smiled as the look in their faces paid for the damage they have cost her and you. You leaned in, whispering to Rudy's ear. "Never one without the other we made a pact remember? Sometimes when I miss you, I kill the old r/n over and over, just to see how good it felt for you." you step back

She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

"r/n, you cant do this to us."

"no?"

Rudy shook his head, blood gushing out, slowly yet so painfully.

"watch me do it." you ushered

Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind

This story ended, it does not exist What we built one day has vanished It seems that it is easier to leave us But you're a ghost with me walking. Dead, like how you left me

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

since ya shot yaself on the foot with this request, why not give ya the revenge part?

A/N: I fucking adored writing this one. Also thank you for the love on the first part. Means a lot. Also this is for those who requested a part 2

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

64 notes · View notes

skallagrimulfhedinn · 2 years

Text

@i-met-scooby

Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

————————————-

Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the manical even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flairing as he breathed deeply as he could.

39 notes · View notes

smoothlikeadolphinsbelly · 2 months

Note

Dear Sam and Dean,

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him ever once in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

- Jacob

————————————-

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the maniacal even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply as he could.

Dean read the entire note and realized his friend was dead. Long gone. Which wasn’t surprising in this line of work, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still hurt like hell. Dean wiped his tears away and tried to pull himself back together.

Dean still continued hunting of course. Losing people was a part of the gig, just like saving them was and Jacob told him about this… creature. Dean slowly walked down into the cellar telling Sam to hang back. He looked at the poor thing chained up and torn to bits. “Jesus Christ…” It smelled like death and iron in this cellar. Dean covered his nose and mouth with one hand while still pointing his gun with the other. “Werewolf huh?” Dean spoke to it completely unafraid. “Looks like you’re down on your luck, huh buddy?” Sam huffed from the top of the stairs. “Quit toying with it and just kill it already Dean!” Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. “He never lets me have any fun.” He then loaded a silver bullet into the chamber and held the gun up showing the side of it. “You see this thing? This weapon was made by God himself. That’s right. The big G upstairs. And he bet his ass, it could kill any monster… because, he’s your fucking creator.” Dean raised the gun once more then shook his head. “Although… everyone deserves last words.” Dean undid the gag in his mouth and let it fall. “So, werewolf, any last words?” Dean asked not really giving a personal shit about what he had to say, but, felt like the creature still deserved his last moments.

@skallagrimulfhedinn

1 note · View note

royalmonstrosity · 6 months

Note

rocky horror picture show, jennifer's body, blair witch project!

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Fishnets or thigh highs? On you or a partner?

Fishnets break too easy and have too many possibilities for bed texture. Which is why I think subs should wear them as a way to torture me as I can't touch them!!

But yea, thigh highs are the way to go for me and anyone else if they'd like me to take them off. Otherwise I think fishnets are a fun little cnc game. /gen

Jennifer’s Body: Are you into pain play? To what extent? Giving, receiving, or both?

VERY MUCH INTO PAIN 100/10. I love giving sliiightly more than receiving but only JUST. I fucking love pain gimme gimme gimme someone let me bite them till they bruise. Or at the very least snatch you till you bleed.

The Blair Witch Project: Have you ever had sex outside? Would you? Where?

I don't think I have, no. Just a lot of heavy petting. And I've had sex in vehicles multiple times but I don't think that counts iskdoskdkd

#.ask

0 notes

thecitythatdoesntsleep · 2 years

Text

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Story Masterlist]

(Tags/TW: Brief mentions of torture, broken bones, non-con, arson and murder, references to blood, heavy trauma implications, fluffy/romance, slow-burn, female!vampire!caretaker, male!whumpee!, brothel/club setting, reference to addiction, human slavery, forced prostituion)

It had been four days now since Mina had found Lukas bleeding to death. Since she'd force-fed him blood and unknowingly triggered his dormant addiction.

Since then, she'd fed and for the first time in over a week, she felt clarity. Like her thoughts had returned to being logical, higher like she could finally connect beyond the beast and get her wits about her.

Now, Mina was sweating bullets about the fact it had been a century since she'd last given someone her blood. Especially under the pretenses, she had.

When the nerve struck her and she ended up at the club, she was almost turned away by the fact the sign wasn't lighted. But a tiny battery-powered strobe drew her in. The door hit a freshly installed bell, startling her as she pushed it open and stared face to face with the attendant.

"Sorry honey, most of the tech around here hit some kind of electrical bug and we're still workin' it out. What'll it be?" The fairy-tale witch inquired with a slimy grin ever present. They still thought she was one of them, to have come back so many times.

"An hour and it's cash only, right?" She questioned and pulled pre-counted money from her pocket to give to the old geezer.

"Pick a door but knock this time, lights are out till Friday."

Mina excused herself once more through the double doors and it was odd to hear the club so silent. Each room had been sound-proofed and now, the rattle of ambient chatter and a live band had replaced the booming sound systems.

It actually made it kind of tolerable.

She met the door she'd come to grow fond of and she knocked a bit louder than normal, off her usual beat. She grabbed the knob but flinched off of it, having remembered what she'd seen before; when she grasped it again, she met a vision of something else.

Someone looked back at a sleeping image of Lukas, curled deep in peace in his sheets. Their thoughts lingered in love and fondness but something tasted bitter in the back of her mouth for the duration. A much shorter glimpse this time but something that someone had left her to see.

"Green! Come in!" Lukas called from inside and when she revealed herself, she heard him gasp in tense surprise.

"Am I welcome, or would you rather not see me?" She asked aloud, pausing in the open door to give him an honest choice. "I just came to talk, I found a donor yesterday."

"Good for you." He snapped and it nearly sent her back out the door, if he was angry, rightfully so.

"I need a yes, or a no, Lukas. Because I have no attachment to what I left with the attendant and I sure as hell don't need your time."

Now she was the one trying to hurt his feelings back but it shut him up enough to gain back his level head. He waved her in, "Yes, come in."

She closed the door behind her and didn't take another step closer, staying in her awkward distance intentionally, to prove a point.

"How are you feeling?" She asked to break the silence and part of her didn't expect a truthful answer, not without some more spite.

"I'm thankful you saved my life." He blurted it out like the wind would leave him if he didn't say it then and there. Partially, that was true. "But I've felt like hell since you fed it to me."

"I'm sorry Lukas, I know what vampire blood does to people- I-"

"You don't know what it's done to me, Mina. You have no idea what vampire blood has done to me." He looked at her across the room and he called her closer, he didn't want to say things too loudly; in case the walls had ears.

She paced closer, froze every little bit until he ushered her again, finally, he patted the bed beside him. He tucked his feet in like they were about to do a circle for story-time but he welcomed her back into his space. She took the invitation cautiously, sat proper and timid, kept herself separate from him entirely.

"I don't know, Lukas.." Mina paused, lifting a thoughtful look to meet his eyes, such a similar pair to hers. "But if you tell me, I will."

"I lied to you, when I said I would go home." It didn't make sense at first, she thought it was a small white lie but the more he dared to reveal to her, the more the horror settled deep.

Every word her heart sank, her stomach dropped to the floor where it couldn't be lifted. There was dread, so much dread in the air, around every click of his tongue and syllable. The way he looked at her after, the way he wouldn't look at her as he spoke; he was ashamed to tell her the truth.

"This is my home Mina, until I can pay off half a million more dollars, this club owns me." He whispered softer and softer but she didn't strain to hear it, not with how finely tuned her ears were to him.

"If I walk out that door, I'm running from a death for the rest of my life. They will find me with the tracker they put in my body and they will sell me to the highest bidder."

Lukas swallowed, memorized stories of pet-owners and Masters dismembering their slaves, running through his mind. He'd rather do things willingly, not be owned by one person, and merely give. Give himself to whoever walked through that door because, at the end, they still walked back out.

"I'd rather have an end in sight, than see the end. At least if I'm here, if I'm working and not owned by a single person- I feel like I still have a choice, even if I don't."

When he looked back at her, he was surprised to see her crying. He couldn't imagine the tears were for him, so he foolishly asked for confirmation.

"If I said something wrong..."

"No, don't stop, keep telling me, please, I want to know." She sniffed through soft tears. "Why are you here Lukas? Why do you owe them so much?"

This was the part that was going to sting, the part that would hurt her to know, probably invoke more tears. This time of grief and shame.

"...I got hooked on vampire blood at the end of my teens. I happened to meet the right person, or the wrong one, that would feed my addiction whether I paid right then or not." Lukas admitted with a somber hang of his head, so he didn't have to see the expression on her face.

She was glad he did, so she could fully emote with a settling look of pain to her face. She couldn't believe she could be so careless and stupid, to force his vice down his throat when she imagined he'd long overcome it. She bit her lips, curled inward to stifle the sob that wanted to form in a tight ball against her throat.

"I'm so sorry, Lukas. If I had known- I never would have done that to you.." Mina mumbled when he had fully finished, battling back the tears that resonated so deeply with his sadness. "I could have called an ambulance, something, anything other than feeding you that shit-"

"Ambulances don't often come to the blood districts and hospitals don't accept anyone bound under livestock and trade by vampiric law," Lukas informed, watching the hope drain from behind her eyes. "You did the only thing there was to do, Mina. If not for you, I would have died alone drowning in my own blood."

The weight of what he said was left to linger between them, thinning the borders and changing the light that shed on both of them to each other.

"Do you want to know why I'm crying?" It was an odd way to ask but she did it anyway, to bridge the gap in the conversation to a place where she could reach out to him. To show him something of herself, too.

"Because you're empathetic? Because I drank your blood and you can feel it in my chest?" Both seemed like good, strong, and logical answers but she still gently shook her mess of curls, 'no'. Neither of those things was why she was crying, shaking if he stared long enough, from the brunt of her emotions.

"No, but it might also explain why I seem so odd to you, why I ask for permission to touch your body and ask if you're okay if I selfishly consume blood you worked hard to make."

Now he was interested, piqued with interest for burning questions he held onto since they met. Why she had singlehandedly been able to root deep in his mind, by standing out against everything his world consisted of.

She gazed at him with a relaxed slump to her shoulders, eyes at their corners to see him properly as she sat beside him on the mattress. It upset her, to know they were so similar after all.

"I lived a life like this Lukas.. Once upon a time, there was a man that ruled my everything for a hundred years, a hundred years ago." Mina admitted, watching the depth to his gaze deepen, as he really listened to her every word.

"He did what he wanted to my body, he gouged out my eyes, crushed the bones in my legs when I upset him and made me crawl to beg for forgiveness." As she spoke, it was clear the reflections on her life had disconnected her, she didn't realize all that she was saying so mindlessly. "He killed every person that tried to help me or showed me kindness, left their corpses to rot in my cell as reminders of what I had done against him."

He had to seem so pathetic when he reached out to cover her mouth and held it in place with his own tears.

"I-I'm sorry Mina, you have to stop-" He whimpered, "I can't listen to anymore, I'm sorry- i-it feels like I might die..."

She was unbearably selfish, when her blood was still inside him, to talk about her roots and try to bury him inside them. She hadn't thought, hadn't paused to think she might affect him; when her cells were reacting to her every word under his skin.

"Y-You're here, obviously- how... How did you ever escape? I need to know the end." His hand fell from her mouth and landed in her lap, hers finding his with a gentle grasp. He didn't pull back, didn't hide from it, he gripped her back harder to soothe himself too.

"Are you sure you want to know that Lukas?" Mina asked slowly as if this were the last conversation she'd be allowed if she told him. "You might struggle to look at me the same if I tell you."

"Tell me, I want to know how you earned your freedom if I ever hope to earn mine."

"I killed him. With my own two hands and the blindest, the most primal rage I've ever been consumed in. And I didn't stop there."

Mina let go of his hand and pulled away, posing away from him, like she'd leave any moment. He raised himself up, one leg off the bed like he'd follow her. He didn't want her to feel like she had to run, even if she was admitting to becoming a monster.

"I killed his family, his wife, their two daughters... His infant son." She whispered in ghost-like words like the world truly didn't need to hear them, let alone him. "I burnt his home down around their corpses, turned their bodies into ash; to this day, nothing grows there. And I've visited many, many times since then."

Now, he thought the irritation he'd faced, was truly stupid. The fact that she hadn't bitten him, asked to touch him, the story made so much more sense now. He didn't quite know what to say but he knew what he would want to hear if that were him.

"May I touch you, Mina..?" He asked in pause, not a muscle moving to indicate what his intentions were.

She'd just spilled her guts, her life story, perhaps she could extent physical trust to him too.

"You may, thank you for asking.." It wasn't so hard after all, to teach him how she needed to be treated by example.

He raised a slow hand and it reached to cup her cheek and turn her back towards him. She was greeted with the soft edge of a smile on his lips and he drew her closer to press a kiss between her eyes. He held it there, for a few lingering moments before resting his forehead against hers.

She wore a flush of embarrassment, eyes wide with an alert gaze but she didn't move, not like she thought she might. In fact, the hand that rested on her head didn't feel as trapping as it usually did. Something must have been progressing, to allow him so close, without explicit fear.

"Will you kiss me? Don't answer with words."

This time, it was him, that asked a question she had never faced. But she already knew the answer and with his direct order, she complied. Her head tilted just enough and she pressed forward with closed lashes. When their lips met, she paused in trepidation and he reassured her with a hand under her chin tilting her closer.

The kiss was timid, slow. Like they had all the time in the world to let it burn between them. Lukas pressed deeper, clasped a bit wider and Mina accepted the progression with a graze of her tongue along his lip. It never quickened, they both held close to such basic intimacy; like two people did when at some point in their lives, someone had taken it all from them.

There was no battle for dominance, no lead, no follow, they just met at their lips and embraced one another. Curiously tasted, explored, for a moment Mina swore she was breathing air again, with his breath so close to her. Lukas didn't think he needed any anymore when she threaded it out of him and he willingly gave it. Anything to keep from stopping something he worried would never start again.

Her hand had met the side of his neck and when she grabbed him closer by instinct, he left a noise at her lips. His posture dropped, just slightly lower than her and the unconscious gesture was picked up too quickly by the vampiress. She raised him back up with her, didn't let him physically submit, there were no rules that said otherwise. He reached out for her waist in trade and she hooked her arm around his neck. Fingers scrunched and pet through hair and her free hand moved between them to cup his face and break their kiss.

It was different this time when there wasn't the urgency of saving his life. When her mouth wasn't full of her own blood and she could taste the lingering flavor of strawberry gum and cigarettes on his.

"I wasn't done," He gave an amused breath, all the while panting to catch it. "Do you want to stop?"

"I don't want you to pass out, I can't give you back the breath another human would," She smiled, staying close, keeping the option open as she lingered to stare at deep jade eyes.

"You can have it," He whispered between them, hands shifted to the backs of her thighs and he paused when he felt her stiffen in his grip. "Can I put you on my lap? Or will you lay down beside me?"

"I'd rather lay down.. If you don't mind." Her wish was his command and the grip on her only lasted for a moment as he raised her further onto the bed and settled her on her side with him. This time she was the one that pulled him back close to her.

"Can I still kiss you like this? Nothing else- I just really.. really want to kiss you," He asked, admitted, and ended with a soft sigh of relief when she met his lips with hers.

For a while, the world around them didn't matter anymore. The space, the club, their difference in species. He was no longer a human, she was no longer a vampire. They weren't trapped or scarred, didn't wear the shackles of the past when they were connected. She wanted to touch him so badly her fingers prickled with phantom ache.

She wanted him to touch her so badly her body was shaking against his, her eyes turned to flames behind lids and she scrunched them tighter to hide. She heard it, the rush of his heart, the thump, the flow that fed every limb and appendage he had. It was getting louder, tuning in finer, she heard every little gasp and pant when she nibbled on his lip or caught his tongue.

Lukas was at a stalemate. His hands twitched with anticipation but he wouldn't let them settle anywhere for too long. He was hesitant, didn't know how far he could push so he didn't. She'd given him this much and yet he was still such a greedy human to continuously want more. There was no swaying her, if he pressed on, he knew she would leave. But it was tempting, precious agony to endure as she made goosebumps rise along his skin.

The hand on her waist slid lower, down the smooth curve of her hip, digits pulling her closer. More, he wanted more, she wanted more. She couldn't stop, gripping his skin, pulling him closer by his hair with the gentlest of tugs. The heat was building, desperation was starting to follow and Mina felt herself slipping. Her thoughts slowed, fogged, she felt the blood in her body warm up by a few degrees. Everywhere he touched, there was a numbing fire.

Further, further down, until she almost didn't know where she was, who she was with. She smelled him, smelled the potential for blood, felt radiating pleasure at the back of her skull. At some point, he'd either rolled onto his back or she'd climbed onto him. Bent over, fixated on the lips that kept her floating, he held her hips, pulled her selfishly closer to the heat on his own body then dared to skim under her shirt.

She caught his hands with hers and both sets pinned down to the mattress above his head, she shifted back; off of his aching arousal that had made itself known. When she pulled out of the kiss, he felt the cold lick of punishment against his ego. He'd pushed too far and now she was about to stop.

When he opened his eyes and dared to look at the vampire above him, he suddenly understood why.

Curls created a dark mane around flushed freckles and lips that hung open with breathless pants. They were glossy, pink like he'd just been mauling at them for the last half an hour. Green had turned electric and pupils swirled with molten cores of flame, fangs pushed down her lip, exposed themselves. Her chest heaved for the first time he'd ever seen and it mocked breath like she'd never perished all those centuries ago. Even as she held his hands down, she was trembling with her grasp.

"...I can't let myself go like this Lukas," She whispered in a saddened tone, touch meeting his face to reiterate the fact she still wanted to hold him. "I'm sorry, if you think I'm cruel, that I'm a tease,"

He tried his hardest to not think either of those thoughts, he tried to reason and drawback to the horrendous things she'd just exposed prior. There was a reason she was denying him and at this moment, he assumed it was due to the fact he'd never seen her so scary before. But he had to be awfully broken, to want to see more of it, just how frightening she could become.

"...You should know I trust you, Mina.. For what it's worth." Lukas replied in a matching pitch, watching her every movement when she reached for the hand that still rested against the pillows.

Mina pulled her shirt up and slid his hand under it, pressing the warm digits against her chest where her heart once resided. She held it there with her own touch and pushed closer against his hand; all the while staring down at him while he looked both confused and surprised.

"Can you feel it, Lukas? Before it stops altogether." She inquired, his eyes flicking between his hand and the tiny edge of her smile.

Under his sensitive fingers was the faintest thud, just beneath her ribcage. There were a handful of vacant seconds but sure enough, another beat thumped in her chest.

"When you touch me when we kiss..." She muttered, thumb sweeping over his hand in tender strokes as he held close to her chest still. "My heart forgets it's been dead for five hundred years, my body doesn't know it's been gone for so long."

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't felt it for himself but now he was faced with a thick sensation of sentiment balling up in his throat. "Mina, I-"

"You make my heart race, even long after it's been frozen."

They stared, longer than either of them should. Mina down and Lukas and Lukas up at what he considered a twisted earth-angel. The hands at his head had moved and now, they were left holding each other, and still, Mina held one to her chest until every last beat faded under his fingertips and the organ fell stagnant again.

It was a knock at the door, that broke their mirage and made them snap back to the desert they both lived in. The water dried up and they both parted in haste, to not potentially waste a chance for income.

"Just a moment! I'm finishing up with a client!" Lukas called, turning to Mina as she made it towards the door and fussed with her hair and clothing all the while.

"Will you come back?" He asked in a hushed tone, reaching to brush fingers along with the hand that dangled at her side. A final touch, a small hold for the road.

"Yes, my vacation is ending soon though and I have to go back to work," Mina informed, fingers lacing briefly with his. "But I'll be back soon, to check on you."

"Will you bring me something back? I'll give you cash for it." Lukas questioned and it brought a smile to her lips.

"What do you want? Something to snack on?" Mina stifled a laugh when he rolled his eyes and pushed out his lips.

"Something that doesn't taste like bulk prison food. Surprise me and keep the receipt, I'll get you back." Before the woman could turn, he ducked his head to place a soft kiss on her smile and they held it long enough to become a real peck.

"I'll see you soon, please be careful." She whispered, nearly against his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, Princess. You be careful too."

Taglist (message to be added or removed)

@whumpy-writings @thecyrulik

No thoughts, just love for the romance these two are creating inside this fucked up world. Love you guys, happy holidays.

#whump #pet whump #whumpblr #whump writing #vampire whump #lady whump #whump fic #tw whump #tw blood #tw implied torture #tw implied death #tw implied abuse #tw implied noncon #tw implied murder #tw implied violence #tw vampires #tw murder #tw implied trauma

14 notes · View notes

tvdstelenaforever · 4 years

Text

Till UnDead Do Us Part

TVD Kai Parker imagine | Who is She? Part 3

Theme: Fluff, smut, death, car accident, torture (18+)

Other: Y/N pronoun is she/her and is a human, then newly turned vampire

Plot: Kai and Y/N fall into some danger in New Orleans which test their relationship and finally come to realise what they truly want.

Word Count: 7.8k

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this third and final installment. I really enjoyed writing this mini fanfic series. If you have any requests, then send them over! :)

--------------

Klaus was livid. He didn’t know how Bonnie could mistakenly send Y/N to a prison world. Y/N had forgiven Bonnie as she knew it was an accident but Klaus not so much.

“Klaus, she said she was sorry. It’s not a big deal, I’m fine and I’m out now” Y/N exclaimed. Elijah could sense Klaus getting agitated so he tried to diffuse the potential angry outburst. “Niklaus, Y/N is safe now. She’s living with us so she’ll be in safe hands again” It seemed to work until Klaus caught sight of Y/N and Kai in a hug.

“I thought it was understood that you two would stay away from each other. I don’t want you to get Y/N into any danger” Klaus said in Kai’s face. This angered Y/N who was about to rip one into Klaus.

“I don’t understand why all of you can date whoever you want without being told not to. I’m sick of people being horrible to Kai. I’m in love with him and none of you are going to stop us being together”. Suddenly Klaus could see it clear as day. He recognized that aura and took a step back.

With gritted teeth, Klaus allowed them to stay together. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea but he could now tell that they were indeed serious about their love. Kai was stoic, not showing his true feelings but it was just to guard his emotions. The thought of being away from Y/N made his heart ache.

“Fine, but that means he’s going to have to move to New Orleans as I’m not letting you back in Mystic Falls. I’ll be keeping an eye on you miss”. Y/N turned to Kai, pleading with her eyes. Luckily he didn’t need any convincing.

“I’ll be glad to leave this hellhole” Kai retorted sarcastically. The idea of living somewhere else was quite thrilling to him, especially as he wouldn’t be known and judged. However, knowing the Mikaelson family there'd be a lot of drama.

It turned out that when both Y/N and Kai were in the prison world, Stefan had to make the dreaded call to Klaus. They all spent hours upon hours trying to figure out how to bring Y/N back so Bonnie was worked to the bone researching through grimoirs and contacting other witches. On the Mikaelson’s side, Rebekah contacted the witches in the Quarter to help alleviate Bonnie’s workload.

Finally there was hope when Bonnie found a passage in one of her Gram’s grimoirs. Rebekah gave it the once over and was impressed to see such an intricate and rare artifact. One of Rebekah’s contacts looked over the spell and confirmed that it was the right one.

It was time to leave so Y/N said her goodbyes to the Mystic Falls gang and left hand in hand with Kai, followed by her family. The trip back to New Orleans started off awkwardly and continued being quiet. It was going to take a few days to get back, so hopefully no arguments would ensue. Y/N kept glancing over at Kai for reassurance but he kept his gaze ahead. Probably lost in his own thoughts. She squeezed his hand and leaned into him.

Kai was just trying to keep to himself to avoid any conflict, he didn’t want an argument to start. Normally he would be his witty carefree self but for Y/N’s sake he’d be good. He just wanted to be curled up with her by a fireplace, just mindlessly relaxing. Kai’s aimless thoughts suddenly made their way to his and Y/N’s night of passion. She made him feel seen and heard, but especially loved. It was a feeling he never had before and it was out of this world.

He never expected to fall in love, especially with someone who reciprocated those feelings. Kai glanced over at Y/N, a single tear falling from his cheek. Through the rear view mirror, Elijah witnessed the emotional moment. In that instance Elijah felt compassion for the young heretic. Before, he noticed the reckless behaviour and sharp tongue. Sure he was still like that but to less of an extent. It was certainly an improvement, a hugely welcomed one at that. What truly mattered to Elijah though was Y/N’s happiness.

A few more hours passed and Y/N fell asleep whilst everyone else just kept silent. Kai didn’t mind, he was just staring out the window. Elijah was busy concentrating on the road ahead, so Klaus and Rebekah eventually starting chatting idly together. It wasn’t long before Y/N awoke from an aching shoulder. She rubbed it, letting out a slight sigh.

Y/N felt strong hands massaging her right shoulder, the pressure being just right. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. It was so effective that Y/N nearly fell asleep again. However, before she could there was a sudden scream from Rebekah. “Elijah, watch out!” Kai only realised the seriousness of the situation a little too late. He was quick enough to react though as he shielded Y/N from the sudden impact.

A bright light shone through the entirety of the car, illuminating everyone’s shocked expressions before the car was severely pounded into by the four thousand kilogram truck going the wrong way. The car flipped over several times before finally coming to a halt in the middle of the highway. Everyone would have scratches and bruises only to heal immediately, whereas Y/N’s fragile state was apparent.

In the silence of the aftermath, Y/N could hear ringing in her ears and feel her pulse throbbing heavily. She was bleeding from her scalp, blood dripping down her forehead. She was still in Kai’s embrace, her breath hitching. She was slowly loosing consciousness but not completely. Kai knew what he had to do, it was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t loose her.

He dug into his wrist with his fangs, drawing blood. With one swift motion he made Y/N drink from it. At first she objected but with enough force from Kai she gave in. Once she took enough Kai pulled his arm away. Everyone was still trapped due to the car being on it’s side. The smashed windows left debris scattered across the road, the sight quite shocking to witness. Luckily for the vampires nobody was actually around due to it being past midnight midweek. The truck that collided with them wasn’t in view as it had continued to skid down the highway and consequently falling into a ravine.

Kai used his powers to allow them all to make their way out of the car unscathed. Unfortunately Y/N had gotten a concussion due to the impact, regardless of Kai’s protective embrace but it was worse than it seemed. It was more than likely she was suffering from a brain hemorrhage.

They now found themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere, half way to New Orleans. Y/N was laying on the ground in Kai’s arms, slowly falling into unconsciousness. Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah were standing around them, worried about Y/N’s life. “We need to give her our blood before she...” Rebekah trailed off, not wanting to admit the possible outcome. “She’ll be fine” Kai replied sternly, wanting to be left in peace with Y/N.

“How can you be so calm?” Rebekah shouted back, who was getting visibly riled up. Blue and purple veins appeared from under her eyes. Before the situation could escalate even further, Klaus interjected. “Enough! Let me give her my blood, move out Kai” As he made his way to Y/N, Kai used his powers to make both him and Y/N disappear. The trio were left in bewilderment which was then followed by anger. “Typical Kai!” Klaus spat. Elijah tried to reason with his siblings.

“Niklaus, Rebekah, we can’t act in haste. I’m sure Kai is handling it. If not, then he will meet his demise when we catch up to him” he reassured calmly. If it weren’t for Elijah, Klaus would be on a manhunt. Not a quiet one at that. The three of them decided to leave the scene and find their way back to their home through any means possible.

***

Kai used his invisibility powers to hide them from the others. He had obviously overheard them speaking about getting revenge on him if Y/N died. Luckily for him that wouldn’t be an issue. However, as quick as he was listening to Y/N’s siblings go mad, she was slipping away under him. Kai heard her breath slow and he checked her pulse, squeezing her wrist. “Hey, Y/N?” he asked as he nudged her. No response. “Come on, wake up princess” Kai pleaded as he hugged her tightly.

Kai was sitting down in the same place an hour later, still waiting for his love to wake up. He knew she’d make it, he gave her enough of his blood. She was officially dead so if it didn’t work Kai would go on an angry rampage. Before he could become riled up, he felt Y/N shift in his lap. Suddenly he heard a loud gasp emanate from Y/N as she awoke.

Y/N checked her surroundings, clearly confused. “Where am I? Kai?” she asked absentmindedly. Kai sighed in relief and brought Y/N in for a soft kiss. After pulling away, Y/N needed some answers. “Why does my head hurt? Wait, didn’t we, were’t we in a...” she trailed off as she started remembering the past chain of events. With wide eyes Y/N stood up and ran her left hand through her hair. When she inspected her hand she saw some blood and caught eyes with Kai. It immediately dawned on her what was happening.

First it was the crash, followed by drinking Kai’s blood, then she felt herself fall out of consciousness. The time between then and awakening from her slumber was actually her being dead to becoming part of the undead. She shook her head, not wanting this to be real. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. I’m here for you sweetheart. I’ll help you get through this. I know it seems hard to wrap your mind around but it’ll soon be okay” he reassured. Kai knew that they had to get her to human blood before she died for good.

“But, I don’t want to be a vampire” Y/N said sadly. Those words made Kai feel a little defeated. He saw this as their opportunity to be together forever. “Where’s Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah? Are they okay? Surely they’re okay!” Y/N asked impatiently. “Yes, they’re fine” he replied coolly, not caring about them.

“Then where are they?” Y/N said with her hands on her hips. Kai knew right then that he had to be careful what he said, he didn’t want her to retaliate against him. “They left for New Orleans after I made us invisible to them. I wanted us to be in peace before you awoke. They offered to give you their blood to save you, but I had already beaten them to it. I got annoyed because I said you’d be fine and they got mad at me for it”. The declaration was very Kai of him, Y/N thought.

She thought better than to shout at him because she knew he meant well. She appreciated the gesture but would have loved to see her siblings as she awoke. She sighed loudly before grabbing Kai’s hand to pull him in for a hug. She needed his touch, shivering from the cold. Kai let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he relaxed into the embrace.

As they pulled away from each other, Kai and Y/N started trekking along the highway, hoping to catch a ride. Not long into their walk, a dark grey saloon car slowed to a halt near them. The window slid down slowly, revealing a young man in his twenties in the driver’s side. Next to him sat a young lady who wasn’t recognizable in the dim light.

“We really need a ride, our car broke down and got towed” Kai said with a smile. The driver and his passenger agreed so Kai opened the door for Y/N to slide in. He then closed the door behind him. He took Y/N into his arms to keep her warm since she was still shivering.

The journey started off quietly as the driver didn’t really engage in conversation. He only asked where the two of them were headed and agreed to take them all the way there. Y/N was starting to get worse as her body started shaking. Kai’s facial expression changed in an instant, becoming worried for Y/N. “We need to get you some human blood asap!” he whispered in her ear. Y/N hesitated before nodding in response.

They were finally nearing New Orleans after a couple of hours, Y/N still shivering but thankfully not becoming critical. She looked Kai in the eyes, silently letting him know that she needed blood. “How long will we be until we get there?” Kai asked the driver, hoping the answer was good. “In twenty” he said matter of fact. That was good, Kai thought. “We need to get dropped off at the hospital instead” he demanded. A nod was given in response through the rear view mirror.

Finally the hospital was in sight. They couldn’t wait any longer so Kai got the car to pull over. Kai lifted Y/N into his arms, running vampire speed to the hospital doors. She sat outside whilst she waited for Kai to get her a blood bag. When he reappeared, he ripped it open and handed it to her. At first she chocked on the blood but soon got accustomed to the metallic taste. The feeling of it trickling down her throat suddenly felt good as she squeezed the bag in a firm grip in her fist.

Y/N let the bag drop from her hand and licked her lips to get rid of the excess blood staining her mouth. Kai was eagerly awaiting her response. “So, was it good?” Instead of giving a positive reply Y/N bowed down her head, feeling ashamed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Kai asked worriedly, wrapping his arms around her. “I don’t want to be a vampire! This wasn’t meant to happen. I can’t Kai, I just cant!” Y/N blurted out, tears prickling her eyes.

“I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart. It’ll get better though, I promise. I’m here for you, I always will be my love” he tried to reassure. “I understand why you turned me, but I wish you asked me before forcing me to drink your blood. What if I was happy to die as a human? I love you, I do, but I wish I had the option” Y/N cried. “Just take me home”.

Kai was stunned at hearing Y/N’s true feelings. He assumed she was just hurting but deep down he felt as if she really meant it and not just due to the immediate shock. Without saying a word to each other, the pair headed off in the direction of the Abattoir.

***

Y/N stood before her home, hesitating to enter. She really wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, let alone her family. She just needed to be left in peace. Tears were threatening to fall but she forced them away. With a small intake of breath, she pushed open the door and marched through not waiting for Kai.

Y/N’s eyes made contact with the entrance gates, spotting Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah at the far end of the living room gathered by the coral sofa looking in the opposite direction. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before storming in, keeping her eyes on the right hand staircase.

Upon hearing the gate clatter, Klaus spun around to see the potential intruder. His eyes widened at the sight of Y/N. He was so relieved to see her but at the same time was anxious to hear what had happened with her. Elijah and Rebekah’s eyes followed suit. Rebekah stood up from her seat, ready to pull Y/N into a much needed embrace. She couldn’t believe her eyes. However, Y/N ignored them as she marched all the way to the bottom of the right staircase. Before Klaus could say a word, Y/N beat him to it. “Don’t talk to me” she yelled as her feet clomped against the steps, walking in the direction of her bedroom.

The three siblings exchanged a look, brows furrowed in confusion. Before they could discuss the matter, Kai walked through nonchalantly. “Where did she go?” he called after Y/N. Elijah gave his siblings a confirmation look, in reference to his previous statement about not needing to get revenge on Kai for Y/N’s life if she survived.

“Look who’s decided to crash the party” Rebekah snapped sarcastically, more to herself than anyone else. All of them followed Y/N, running vampire speed to the main upstairs hallway. Y/N flung open her bedroom door, not looking behind her as she walked through. With one swift motion of her hand she slammed the door shut. With wide eyes, Kai and the Mikaelson’s exchanged a confused expression. Was this what it really looked like? They all thought to themselves.

“What the hell...” Kai whispered to himself. As he took a step forward, Klaus grabbed him by the collar. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kai didn’t like being manhandled so he shook himself free and punched Klaus in the face. Klaus’s face filled with rage but Elijah quickly held him back. “Niklaus, calm down. Let him go to her”

He was still shaking but obliged. Klaus huffed off, with Rebekah in tow. “Kai, thank you” Elijah whispered to the heretic before joining his siblings. Kai was glad he had someone on his side outside of Y/N. On the other side of the door, Y/N was slouched on the floor by the window, leaning against her bed. The door creaked open slowly and shut quietly. She didn’t know who it was but she sighed in exasperation.

Kai spots Y/N sitting with her arms wrapped around her bent knees rocking back and forth, sobbing. Without hesitation he goes to sit down next to her, opening his arms for her. Y/N doesn’t budge, unwilling to face the world. They sit together like this for a while, not wanting to move. Eventually Y/N breaks away from Kai’s arms to look at his face.

“What am I?” Y/N breaks the silence. This took Kai aback but he had to face the reality. To him it seemed obvious, she must be a witch vampire hybrid like himself. But this theory was to be tested. He couldn’t be sure. Maybe it wasn’t Y/N but just the wind. The fact that she questioned it must have been her. Kai’s head was starting to spin. He needed to feed.

“We need to sustain ourselves” Kai blurted, pulling Y/N’s hand as he dragged her out the room. He was feeling rather peckish and knew Y/N had to feed as well. “What? Where are we going?” Y/N asked, perplexed. Ignoring her, Kai continued walking. They managed to walk out of the Abattoir without being noticed and blended into the crowd.

It was a busy afternoon with the bustling street parties and bands playing jovial jazz music. Kai found the perfect alleyway to catch their pray. Nobody was walking through and Kai was getting fidgety. Randomly, he grabbed Y/N’s face and kissed her roughly. Y/N pulled away, confused and angry. “What is wrong with you Kai? Stop trying to be reckless”. Instead of replying, Kai turned to face the person who’s footsteps he could hear walking down the cobble street. In vampire speed, he grabbed their neck and dove in. Fangs ripping into flesh and blood cascading down his throat, Kai let out a moan.

Y/N looked on in horror, not recognizing her love. Kai spun around and flashed a blood stained grin in her direction, motioning for her to come over. Y/N didn’t like seeing this side of him at all. When she wouldn’t budge, Kai huffed and used his magic to will her over. “Ugh, Kai!” Y/N yelled. Without hesitation Kai leaned in for another rough kiss. This time, Y/N relaxed into it. The taste of this human’s blood on her tongue made her feel fuzzy.

The blood craze was making her not see sense and so Y/N went to sink her own teeth into the poor human’s exposed neck. Seeing Y/N like this lit up Kai’s whole demeanor. He was finally seeing her accepting this part of herself. Unknowingly this was going to be the catalyst for Y/N’s heretic acceptance.

He grinned as she gave him a devilish smirk. When Y/N was satisfied from her feed she dropped the body which landed with a thud on the cold concrete. After discarding the body, the two of them decided to go back home.

Upon entering, the three siblings plus Kol were all gathered in the main hall in deep conversation. Y/N screeched with happiness when she laid eyes upon her beloved brother. They all turned to the sound of her voice. Kol’s eyes lit up when he saw her. She ran into his open arms, beaming happily.

“You’ve perked up” Elijah smiled. “I feel so much better. All I needed was some sustenance” Y/N replied, exchanging a knowing smile with Kai. “We really need to address the elephant in the room” Klaus stated, staring at Y/N. For a split second Kai thought it was going to be about him, but was eager to get this conversation delved into. They all needed to know what Y/N was, especially for her sake and safety.

Y/N shifted on her feet, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden spotlight moment. “Kai, you’re a heretic. You should know if she’s like you” Kol interjected. “But, how could I be a heretic? I was never a witch” Y/N offered. The sudden realisation hit everyone, Y/N was likely a witch before she died. Nobody, not even Y/N knew about her old life.

“We need to take her to the witches” Klaus knew that it was the best way to figure this out. Klaus and Y/N left for the cemetery with Rebekah and Kai tagging along. When they arrived at the gates a large gust of wind brewed, making the girl’s hair swish in the air. It was as if the witches were expecting them. Following their way through the maze-like layout of tombstones, the group hurried along. They wanted to leave as soon as possible. The witches didn’t like vampires hanging around there, especially the Mikaelson’s.

Arriving at the covered grave where the witch ancestors were located, Klaus coughed to get any witches attention, living or dead. Sometimes the live witches would be here attending to their own business. A young woman with long luscious mahogany hair walked out and greeted them with a cold smile. She seemed to know the Mikaelson’s very well but wasn’t too pleased about their acquaintance.

“Sophie, a pleasure” Elijah said as he took the woman’s hand in his to plop down a kiss. Kai had no idea who she was and didn’t care. He needed answers. Likewise, Sophie didn’t recognize the young man with jet black hair and deep blue eyes. “Oh, this is Kai Parker. Kai, this is Sophie Deveraux” Elijah introduced the pair to each other.

Something seemed to register in Sophie’s mind as the name rang a bell. “Parker, huh? The name is familiar but I can’t place it unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately, I don’t know” she smirked. Kai wanted to sucker punch the woman but at the same time thought she was funny. He rushed the thought away, not wanting to become distracted at the task at hand.

“We’re here because we have a situation regarding our honorable sister Y/N” Klaus started. “She just recently turned vampire but we witnessed a magic outburst. She flung her hand and slammed the door shut with such force it was most definitely magic. We don’t know if she was a witch before she died” Klaus finished.

Sophie pondered the question, taking time to digest the information. After a minute in thought Sophie grabbed Y/N’s temples and squeezed tightly. All of a sudden Y/N burst out into a banshee like scream at the intensity of the pain. She let go of her head and went back into the temple grave. When she returned she had some really vital information.

“I’ve consulted with my ancestors and we can confirm that she was indeed a witch before she died” as the news processed in Y/N’s mind, her eyes widened. She shook her head. Kai grabbed her hand and squeezed. Sophie continued “What’s really surprising is which family she belongs to”. Klaus’s ears perked at the sudden revelation. “Do go on” he demanded.

“Are you acquainted with the Bennett witches?” Sophie asked. The air seemed to feel thicker as everyone was shocked into silence. “In order for Y/N to be a heretic she would have needed the blood of one” Sophie relayed. Everyone but Sophie turned to Kai. Sophie raised her eyebrows. “Y/N’s a heretic because of Kai since she drank his blood to save her from dying in that car crash” Rebekah told Sophie.

“That would be the reason she’s a hybrid. That’s a powerful creature to be, she needs to watch her back” Turning to Y/N, Sophie directed this at her. “You’ll have a target on your back like Klaus when people find out, be wise who you surround yourself with”. The ominous message sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. That annoyed Kai and he yanked Y/N’s hand to escape this dark place.

“Great! We left Mystic Falls to move to a more dangerous city. This is just perfect Y/N!” he sighed angrily. “Don’t you want to talk about what I am?” Y/N replied shyly. They stopped in their tracks and Kai looked at Y/N properly. A tear fell down his cheek as he finally digested the question. “I’m sorry if you hate me even more because of this but I had to do what I needed to in order to save your life. You’re everything to me and if that means you want to leave me because of this, then by all means...” Y/N shut him up with a tender kiss.

“I’m more shocked to know I’m related to Bonnie” Y/N laughed against Kai’s lips. He scoffed lightheartedly, laughing afterwards. “I’m sure she’d be thrilled” he replied. The pair decided to go back to the Abattoir to get some much needed rest.

***

Soon word was spreading across the city among the supernatural of the existence of a new vampire witch hybrid with as much power as Klaus Mikaelson, maybe if not more. Most people were keen on staying as far away from the heretic as possible to avoid danger or death. However, one individual in particular had a plan he needed to execute.

The power he’d have with such a being was priceless. First he had to find a way to steal the young heretic from the prying eyes of the Mikaelson’s. After long hours of plotting, the young man had the perfect idea. He would implement it the following morning.

Light jazz music was playing in the street and Y/N smiled at Kai in their bed. “Morning Princess” he cooed. She kissed his cheek before getting up and finding some black jeans and a black peplum top. She then chucked on some black laced boots. “Damn, you look hot” Kai smirked. Y/N laughed joyously. He loved her laugh, it was infectious.

“Let’s go outside and join the party” Y/N winked. Kai just couldn’t resist so they left hand in hand. Once they reached the street they made their way through the bustling crowd. For an instant they let go of each others hand which was a massive mistake. Y/N tried finding Kai in the sea of people but failed.

On the left hand side of the street, the hunter followed Y/N’s movements. He had his target in sight. Perfect, he thought. He inserted himself in the crowd as he kept tabs on Y/N. As she stepped aside into a small alleyway, his eyes lit up. How easy was she making this for him? He laughed to himself. As he made his way into the alleyway, Y/N wasn’t facing him. Using his right arm to grab Y/N from behind and using his left hand to inject her with some sleeping agent, she fell limp in the strangers arms.

Y/N groaned as she regained consciousness. She tried to move her hands but was stuck. Looking down she saw that she was tied with duct tape to this uncomfortable wooden chair. She didn’t even know how she got here in this dark and dingy empty warehouse. It smelt damp and pungent. Y/N tried to understand her bearings. She had never been here before, she could be far out of the city for all she knew.

A clatter erupted from somewhere close by which caught Y/N’s attention. She could hear so well with her newly acquired powers and it was a little overwhelming. She wasn’t used to it yet. Finally a shadowy figure came into view from Y/N’s left. Only when the person came into close proximity that Y/N could take in his appearance.

The youthful captor had dark red hair, emerald green eyes and was wearing a navy blue leather jacket with a black shirt and slacks. For shoes he wore some black Oxford’s. His features were almost clown like and he was smirking smugly. Y/N felt an unsettling feeling in her stomach, something felt very ominous about this man.

“What am I doing here? Who are you and what do you want?” Y/N asked nervously. “So many questions dear, don’t worry I’ll answer them all in good time” he laughed. Y/N felt her skin crawl as she shivered. First he grabbed some plants which looked exactly like vervain. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realised what was about to happen. Y/N shuffled in her seat as she tried to move but to no avail. The hunter smiled sadistically as he slapped the bunch of vervain onto Y/N’s exposed arm. She screamed as it torched her skin with a burning sensation.

“So to answer one of your questions, my name is Nolan. Who I really am doesn’t matter” The next mode of pain was Nolan’s fist smacking the side of Y/N’s face. Blood trickled down her nose and her cheek stung from the forceful impact. She squinted for some relief. “What do I want, you ask? Well, I want your powers. Then you’re as good as dead” Nolan shrugged nonchalantly.

“But how did you find me? How do you know what I am?” Y/N asked. “You don’t think witches talk, Y/N Bennett?” Nolan laughed manically. Y/N shivered at his coldness. Of course, the witches were blabber mouths Y/N thought. Being part of the supernatural came with an element of danger no matter how safe you tried to be. The sound of the name escaping his lips made Y/N feel uncomfortable. She may be a descendant of the Bennett witches but she wasn’t a Bennett. She was a Mikaelson. Figuratively and legally, since Y/N changed her surname to Mikaelson when she joined her family.

Nolan was enjoying playing with his pray, like cat and mouse. He enjoyed using the vervain on Y/N, so he grabbed two lots of it in both hands and started caressing her arms from the top all the way to the tips of her fingers. An echoing of screams filled the warehouse.

Whilst Y/N was enduring her ordeal, Kai on the other hand was searching for her. Once he lost her in the crowd he made his way back to the Abattoir since he couldn’t locate her alone. When he arrived he spotted Rebekah and got her to help him. “I need you to help me with a locator spell. We already have something of Y/N’s in her room. We need to act promptly” Kai asked impatiently. With Y/N’s hair and Kai’s blood with the map of New Orleans, they began the spell.

Y/N’s location appeared from the blood smudges, highlighting an old abandoned warehouse just outside of the French Quarter. “Why the hell would she be there of all places?” Kai huffed. “She must have been abducted” Rebekah came to the sudden realisation. “Thanks, I’m going to rescue her alone. If I need backup I’ll call” and with that Kai stormed off.

The journey didn’t take long but time was of the essence. Kai cloaked himself to become invisible as he checked out the perimeter. In the interior, Nolan was continuing his handiwork. As Kai entered the building he could hear Y/N’s screams. It pained him to hear her suffer so atrociously.

Kai undid his invisibility cloaking and mistakenly bumped into the wall, consequently letting something clink to the ground with a small ricochet. Nolan snapped his head to the sound of the commotion and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the intruder.

“Hmm, who do we have here?” he hummed. Y/N was limp in her seat as she was worn out from the vervain burning. Kai used his vampire speed to reach Y/N but Nolan tried pushing Kai to no avail. He was just stronger than him. Kai started chanting a spell to help loosen her tied hands.

“There’s two of you?” he said with clear surprise. “If only I had known!” he exclaimed, delighted. Before he could continue his spiel, Kai squeezed his right hand into a fist with magic so he could strangle the maniac as tightly as possible, crushing his windpipe. He then fell to the ground, the life dissipating from his eyes. With a satisfied hum, Kai ran to Y/N. He undid her bound hands and feet from the wooden chair.

Her under eyes were purple and black from being punched several times. Vervain marks were covering her arms like tattoo sleeves and Y/N was slouched forwards, head touching her chest. She groaned as Kai lifted her up in his arms. She had no energy left.

Kai carried Y/N back home and placed her in her bed, pulling the covers over her. He decided to let Y/N rest until she felt good enough to talk with everyone.

Hours passed and Y/N eventually woke up. She called for Kai and he entered the room. “Can you lie down with me?” She asked with a small smile. Of course Kai would oblige, he wanted to smother her with affection. After a few minutes of silence, Kai asked Y/N about her captor. “Honey, do you know who did this to you?” He said motioning to her already healed arms.

“He was just a power hungry psycho that’s all. All I know is that he was called Nolan. No surname given, he was just a complete stranger. I know he was a vampire and wanted to use me to become a heretic himself. I guess torture was just part of the fun” Y/N scoffed, still upset by the ordeal.

The next few days consisted of Y/N relaxing in bed, sleeping, reading and snuggling with her love. Kai looked at Y/N briefly, admiring her soft features. Y/N wore a frown, deep in thought. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. “Oh sorry, yeah I’m okay. I was just thinking that since becoming part of the supernatural, I’m not so sure I really like it that much” Kai could sympathize with Y/N and he suddenly had the perfect idea.

“Babe, let me show you how good it really is” Kai replied with a sexy smirk.

He hovered over her and placed soft kisses on her neck, trailing down her stomach all the way to the hem of her jeans. He peered up at Y/N, smirking at what he was about to do.

First he pulled down her jeans and threw them to the floor. Then he did the same with her lacy underwear. Y/N bit her lower lip from being exposed. “I’m going to relish everything I’m about to do to you” Kai hummed. Before she had time to respond, Kai dove straight into Y/N’s sweet spot. He used his fingers to rub circles on her clit whilst his tongue swirled at her core.

Y/N gripped the bedsheets into her fists as Kai worked his magic. She couldn’t help but jerk her hips at the rhythm of which Kai pleasured her. A moan escaped Y/N’s lips, completely intoxicated. Kai pulled away, needing to see her face. Satisfied, he then decided to plunge two fingers into her and quickly pump in and out. Soft whimpers filled the room as Kai increased the speed.

Kai could tell Y/N was nearing her orgasm so he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them seductively, eyes boring into Y/N’s. She groaned out, missing his touch. It wasn’t long before Y/N felt her clit being stimulated again but Kai wasn’t physically doing anything. She raised her eyebrows when she figured out what he was doing.

Kai laughed at her realisation and slid off the bed. He undid his belt and yanked down his pants but kept on his boxers. As he glanced at Y/N arching her back in response to his magical fingering, he bit his lower lip. Her arousal was turning him on.

After a few seconds of admiring Y/N, Kai jumped on the bed. He caressed her leg and pushed her legs further apart. Replacing magic with flesh, Kai curled his fingers inside Y/N one more time. “That feels so good” She said breathlessly. Kai was getting increasingly aroused so he switched places with her and got her to grind on him, facing forwards so he could see her face.

Y/N started slow and gripped Kai’s arms. She dipped her head back as Kai was breathing heavily. He tried to stifle his moans but Y/N moved faster and with a little more force which resulted in Kai groaning out. His sounds were turning Y/N on so much that she moaned loudly against his lips. Kai gripped her ass and helped her movements. Y/N could feel him getting harder under his boxers and decided that she was going to pleasure him in return. She hadn’t really returned the favour so this time he was about to be treated.

She slid down his boxers and threw them away. First she sat on top of him to grind against him again as a warm up. The skin to skin contact caused a moan to escape both their lips due to the sensitivity. Once she was happy with her efforts, Y/N switched to using her hands.

Kai was shaking under her touch and bucked up his hips, totally immersed in his arousal. Before he could get nearer to his orgasm Y/N let go and Kai groaned in response. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and got her to grind against him again. “Can I fuck you?” Kai pleaded, the tensions starting to well up. Y/N shook her head as she kept her pace steady. Once she was satisfied, Y/N got up and this time used her mouth to pleasure him. Kai took some of her hair in his hands as she worked her own magic. As the pressure started to build Kai felt as if he was going to release. “Babe I’m about to...” He trailed off as Y/N went faster. She kept her hands firmly placed on his hips to keep him from moving around and pull out of her mouth. He moaned out as he came, the excess liquid dribbling down her chin. “Oh wow Y/N, I didn’t expect that. Mmm” Kai cooed.

Before Y/N could do anything, Kai flipped her over so he could hover over her. He pressed his body to hers and kissed Y/N deeply. His fingers found her clit again and moved frantically so he could hear her moan. Without any warning Kai lined up with her entrance and pushed into her. Moans intertwined between kisses and with intense panting, the tensions started building between their legs. Y/N rolled her eyes to the back of her head as her orgasm was nearing and Kai was focused on making Y/N feel good. Y/N screamed out as Kai pushed deeper and eventually they moaned in unison as they came together. Kai pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he was still inside her. “I’m irrevocably in love with you Y/N” She smiled, then bringing him in for a soft kiss. “I love you too Kai Parker”.

“I want to be with you forever” Y/N eventually whispered in Kai’s ear, getting fed up with the constant danger. The memory of them in the prison world made Y/N feel emotional, missing their time in each others’ presence without other people. Kai gave her a knowing look, reciprocating the feeling. The constant danger since returning from the prison world gave them both the realisation that all they wanted was each other alone.

***

After some encouragement from Kai, Y/N built up enough courage to talk with her family about their wish. It was actually just a goodbye because they weren’t going to be told no. Y/N just didn’t know how they would take it, especially Rebekah. She paced around her room before trudging down the steps and gathered all her siblings in the living room. Kai soon followed and took his place next to Y/N, taking her hand in his. He nodded at her and she began.

“So I’ve gathered you all here because we have something we need to tell you. You may not like this at all, but we’ve made up our minds. We wouldn’t do this on a whim, and we’ve thought long and hard about this decision” Y/N started. She could see their confused expressions turn to somewhat of worry. “I don’t like where this is headed, Y/N” Rebekah said sternly. Y/N smiled sympathetically. “I know”. Kai squeezed her hand. “We’re going to ask Bonnie to send us back. It’s where we feel we belong. I don’t know if it’ll be reversible or not, so this is your time to say goodbye” Y/N finished. Rebekah had tears falling down her face, feeling the harsh reality of her words.

Everyone else just stood there shell shocked. Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed and Kol just stared at Y/N in disbelief. Klaus wanted to respond but was speechless. Then all the siblings exchanged a look, eventually coming to an unspoken agreement. Klaus was the one to break the silence. “Y/N, you do realise you’ll probably never see us again. The prison world is quite complex and we may not be able to visit you or for you to come back to this plane. We love you Y/N, and...” He trailed off, afraid to say what he was about to. “This goodbye is hard. You mean everything to us and we’ve been there for you since the beginning of your new life, and it hurts” He said, finally admitting his vulnerability that he usually never did. This stunned Y/N and tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision. Klaus then went to hug her, squeezing tightly. This was the final goodbye and they knew it. Y/N was going to cherish this moment forever.

Then it was Elijah’s turn. His eyes were teary but he didn’t say anything as he brought Y/N in for a last embrace. As he pulled away Kol took his place. “I’m going to miss you sport” He smiled sadly after placing a kiss on her forehead. Rebekah’s goodbye was the hardest. She immediately bought Y/N in for a hug, lingering for the longest moment. Y/N started crying uncontrollably, feeling guilty. As much as she loved her family to the ends of the earth, Kai was her world. She would sacrifice everything for him, over and over again.

Klaus came back after disappearing for a while, and handed Y/N a folded photograph. “Look at this whenever you miss us. In your heart you know we’re with you sweetheart”. Then he emerged with a necklace. It had the Mikaelson crest on it and little crystals encrusted in the design. It was beautiful, Y/N thought. “Thank you brother, I love it”. Klaus unclasped it and put it around her neck before clasping it back together. It fit perfectly above her collarbone as the crystals shone in the light. She hugged him again, inhaling his scent to remember him by.

“We leave soon to Mystic Falls. I spoke with Bonnie and she’s expecting us later. I love you each tremendously, always and forever” Y/N said to them for the last time. Y/N and Kai took everything they needed and magically transported themselves to Mystic Falls. As they arrived in Mystic Falls, Y/N sobbed into Kai’s chest.

***

Y/N and Kai met Bonnie at the local park. It was a spot out of the way of prying eyes. “Bonnie!” Y/N exclaimed, delighted to see her. She waved back, smiling. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you” Bonnie squeezed Y/N. “I don’t know if you found out the news regarding us yet. New Orleans witches don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. I wouldn’t be surprised if it got to you here in Mystic Falls”. Bonnie looked confused and shrugged. “Oh, well I don’t know how you’re going to take this news then...” Bonnie awaited in anticipation. “So... I’m actually part of the Bennett bloodline”

Bonnie was definitely taken aback. She didn’t know if she was joking but if she was genuine then it was a pleasant surprise. She always liked Y/N. Instead of saying anything, she pulled Y/N in for a warm embrace. Y/N was relieved for such a nice response. She felt accepted by yet another familial relation. “You should definitely look into our connection Bonnie” Y/N offered. Bonnie nodded.

“So what brings you both here then?” She asked. “I hope you can do us a favor. We’ve decided to live forever in Kai’s old prison world”. Bonnie chocked, not believing her ears. “You what?” Bonnie did not expect this at all, it seemed quite irrational. “Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” Y/N smiled, nodding. It looked as if Bonnie was about to cry but she suppressed it well.

“Are you sure about this? It’ll be permanent” Bonnie warned. Both Y/N and Kai looked each other in the eyes and smiled, knowing this was what they truly desired. “Yes” they both replied in unison.

“Then your wish is my command” Bonnie smiled sadly as she sent them both back to the prison world.

***

Epilogue:

Kai and Y/N were gardening, a newly found pastime the both of them enjoyed. Their magic helped them grow anything they wanted, and Y/N loved turning their back yard into a flower heaven. Tulips, lavender, poppies, lilies, and daisies filled it all. It looked like an expanding flower forest. Kai chucked some soil at Y/N and they both laughed, Y/N falling into Kai’s embrace and making out in the dirt.

38 notes · View notes

hecohansen31 · 4 years

Text

Only Destiny Can Judge Us

Supreme! Michael Langdon+Alpha! (Female) Reader.

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

This is kind of a take onto my Supreme! AU (it is completely different from the original one, since it is a different origins story, but it keeps up that plot).

Also it is based onto two asks that I received on the witches resurrecting Michael:

The witches resurrecting Michael to fight the antichrist 2.0. And he be like “you can eat my shit, you can defeat a bad bitch” attitude. Of course, they bring him back in their outpost form because he was more powerful in that form. Can u do that promp please??

outpost!Michael back from the dead helping the witches to defeat the new antichrist

As always, any kind of feedback, especially comments are welcomed, in order for my writing to get better and understand what you might truly be interested with!

Have a nice day and reading!

SUMMARY: The cycle that the prophecy spoke about is going to start again, and your nightmares are only the proof of how horrid it will all be again.

WORDS: 5,2 K

WARNINGS: Resurrection Talk, Violence, Non-Sexual Choking, Prophecy, AU; Unprotected (DO IT WITH PROTECTION, BABES!) Sex, Oral (Female Receiving) Sex, Fingering, Hate-To-Love.

You ran, holding your bleeding wound.

You knew that your efforts were useless: everything would be reset that night, but you knew it meant much more than Cordelia had planned.

You had discussed and fought with her about that.

‘‘Delia your plan won’t solve anything! We’ll have to fight another antichrist as soon as this one is buried! It is no use to run from destiny! We are just bringing this one further along the way, in a path of pain and loss’.

‘What do you know of pain and loss, little (Y/N)?’ had shot back arrogantly Cordelia, looking at you with desperation and pain ‘Have you lost your coven? Is the world in crumble underneath you?’.

‘I understand your grievances, ‘Delia, I do more than you think, and I tell you that this circle of pain and loss will just repeat itself if we don’t cut it with the proph…’.

‘You know exactly like me that those prophecies are nothing more than lies that get to those who have an open mind towards black magic. And let me tell you, little (Y/N), I didn’t think that you would be one of those’.

‘It’s to extreme remedies that this disgrace has brought us, ‘Delia’ you had mumbled, before you had dared more ‘… and at least my mind is open…”.

Cordelia had petrified you on the spot and her mind had become even more closed to your idea than it was before, hence you were running trying to suffocate the bleeding wound on your lower stomach, but you could already feel dizzy.

And you could already feel him coming onto you, and then a force smashed you against the closed wall, effectively bruising your back, meanwhile your nails tried to sink in the stone walls to calm the pain going through your wounded body.

But it wasn’t enough.

The healing enchantment died on your lips as Michael Langdon was onto you, his body slamming into yours, and kept you attached to the walls behind you, bruising further your back.

You let out a moan of pain and he smirked, pleased of how he was torturing you.

“You can’t outrun the destiny, little rabbit” he smirked with an evil glint in his eyes, as he brought your head up to meet his and you gritted your teeth together, both for the pain and the humiliation.

“I know that for sure” you knew better than anybody what would be happening that night “… in a few minutes I’ll be laying breathless and without a soul onto the floor”.

“I like girls who know what will happen to them and don’t run from it” he pushed an hand around your neck and you were unable to hide the goosebumps the cold touch created as he pushed it to tighten around your frail structure “… you aren’t like the others for sure”.

You knew it: you had always stuck out among the others as a sore thumb, but it had never mattered, because you hadn’t known what you knew now.

The antichrist would make the world crumble to pieces and the witches would fight it, they would destroy him, but they wouldn’t destroy the curse around it, creating and being stuck in a circle of rebirth and time-travelling, which was quite not useful for both the parties.

The grip onto your neck tightened.

“For this… knowledge of yours, little rabbit, I’ll allow you a bloodless death, you’ll die as pure as not many have, your body keeping the resemblance of the youth which has been stolen by those witches” he smirked, and suddenly your breath was stolen from your lungs.

You didn’t fight it, knowing all too well that to be truly reborn you would have to die, but still you couldn’t deny the scariness of the act, which brought your soul to lose his resoluteness.

Dying wasn’t a pretty look on you, although your death was the cleanest you had seen, amongst all your sisters.

And in Michael’s eyes, at the moment of weakness you had been having, tears shone.

You could feel and see a small boy, being scared of what he was doing, wanting desperately to stop what he was doing, but it was all his destiny had made him useful for.

The prophecy had done all of you dirty.

You woke up suddenly, the scream stuck in your throat and your hands went around it to search for the hands which had been choking you a few minutes before anything stopped and your eyes opened, revealing that you weren’t in an ancient manor anymore, but in your own dormitory at Hawthorne.

And you hadn’t been the only one awake at that cursed hour.

John Henry stood in the doorway of your room, probably having been left open, because you had fallen asleep onto your books (and you had quite the mark of it on your face) and hadn’t even been able to close it and reach the bed.

“How many times have I told you that reading those books before sleeping will give you nightmares?” he asked, although his tone held no bite to it, a slight worry being shown in the way he pawed around, wondering whether he should enter in your room or not.

And you simplified his choice offering him the chair next to you.

“And how many times have I told you that they are my nightmares to deal with?” you retorted, but quickly closed the elegant volumes you had been studying onto.

Since you had come to Hawthorne, in some kind of exchange study visit, you had been attracted by the darkest part of the library, where prophecies about the end of the world were written and held.

The nightmares hadn’t come with the prophetic books, they had actually started before.

For as long as you could remember what you dreamt and had a nightmares about, you had this horrifying thought about a man holding your throat, choking you till you lost your life to it, and you hadn’t been able to think about anything else.

You had tried any way to shoo them away, but they were more resilient than you might have thought and slowly your mind had taken them as a premonition of what was to come and your search through any prophetic book had pushed you to research a way out of them.

Which you still hadn’t found.

“They are not yours to deal with, when you scream loud enough to wake up any warlock in this wing of the palace” spoke back John, although again worry showed up in his eyes.

He had been the only teacher who had been willing to work with you, since you had arrived at Hawthorne: warlocks didn’t have a particular pendant for witches, even more when they knew all too well that you were there to keep an eye on them and their newest student, Devan Campbell.

You avoided Devan, like the plague, when you could, still: something about that boy wasn’t quite right.

“Are you enough pretentious to call all this shit a ‘palace’” you replied sarcastically, meanwhile you got up from your chair and moved your legs, which had grown rather sleepy and threatened your ability to actually walk to the bathroom to change.

“Was it the same dream again?” John Henry’s voice didn’t have any kind of amicable tone to it, and you couldn’t deny its seriousness with some sarcasm of your own, this time.

“What else would it be about?” you replied, lowering your eyes onto your hand, ink staining them and your ring catching the low light of the only candle surviving in the room, and you also made a mental point to light up another one, since you wouldn’t be able to sleep in the total darkness “… a game of cat and mouse, my knowledge that nothing will ever change and then… a beautiful man comes and chokes me to death… and the worst part is that… I feel pity for my murderer”.

“And you are sure that this is your future…?” you nodded slowly, and although John Henry hid it better than others, you saw that he was skeptic about the entire thing: who wouldn’t?

You didn’t have any ability in clairvoyance, hence you shouldn’t have been able to predict such a thing, even more when it hunted you without your control “… have you ever thought it might have been your past?”.

You now looked at him shocked.

“What do you mean?”.

John Henry shrugged off his jacket, to be more comfortable, since he knew this would take much more time than he had thought.

“Past lives are a bit more than people simply think them these days”.

“You are suggesting that what I am dreaming about… is my… past lives”

“No need to be so skeptic, sweetheart” he mumbled, reaching out in his pocket for his cigarettes, just to reminded by your harsh look that you didn’t like that gesture, mostly when he smoked in your clean room, smelling like lilies and oranges “… what I am saying is that you are looking too much through this: past lives sometimes come back to us in dreams, details that hunt you through the last shred of sanity”.

“Somebody choked me to death in my past life?” you tried to mumbled, thinking whether it made sense or not, and strangely it did, although you didn’t understand the way the dream kept on appearing almost each night you would dream.

“There are worst ways to die than this one” John Henry mumbled, sadly caressing your face “… just get some rest, I can put a spell onto you if you need it…”.

“You know how they don’t work…” you replied softly but thanked him with a quite caress to his shoulder, as he got up and you tried to do the same on shaky legs.

The only thing that would work on you was the truth.

Slowly the dream had become more detailed and you had been able to rebuild a story around them, and you were sure it was all due to Devan Campbell’s awakening powers, building up the prophecies you had been studying.

You had told John Henry that it was all linked.

And when the Campbell House trip had brought new knowledge, you hadn’t been able to handle the situation much longer, even more when it all spoke about things you had read in the prophetic books.

You had gone back to Cordelia and explained the entire situation, revealing much more than she had expected…

… than her and Mallory had expected.

“This is not the first time we are in this situation” you spoke, surprising anybody “… isn’t it, Mallory?”.

She seemed surprised, almost caught red-handed, but then spoke.

“It isn’t, but I had no idea that you had kept your memories” now all the witches in the Council were looking at you confused.

“They came back to me in my dreams, but I can’t quite piece everything together, but I know it’ll happen again, the books said that it will till the circle isn’t broke”.

Mallory smiled sadly, before moving to Cordelia sending her a smile who asked forgiveness for her omissions.

“We have already fought an antichrist: his name was Michael Langdon, and exactly as Devan he showed extraordinary magical abilities, but he was something more, something much darker… we managed to defeat, but… it is happening again”.

“I warned you it would happen” you mumbled, meanwhile Cordelia simply stared shocked at Mallory.

“You… came from the future…?” she said, evidently shocked.

“… and I had visions about it! And if you hadn’t noticed… we are all witches… this is fucking normal!” you shot back: now that you were sure you weren’t going crazy and something was happening, you didn’t understand the witches’ uneasiness.

Maybe it was because you had already gone through meanwhile for them it was simply fresh news.

“… (Y/N)…this isn’t… oh Gosh… this all seems crazier than it is”.

“We have defeated one antichrist already, we can do it again” replied encouragingly Mallory.

“We almost died in the last fight… shouldn’t we try to focus on avoiding what almost killed us…?” you didn’t want to again ‘I told you so’, but you had to use what you had found in your researches.

“… we know better and we are stronger than him, we know what mistakes not to commit” commented Mallory, taking the danger lightly and you couldn’t help but harshly send her a scared look, remembering all too well the way your neck had sounded as Michael had twisted it.

The way Madison’s head had exploded and the sick way he had bitten into Coco’s.

You couldn’t survive this again.

“… we won’t be defeated, this time”.

You had.

You still remembered the day when Mallory had left you and Cordelia had fallen to the ground, you and your fellow sister had been barely able to push her away from the horrible scenery and only Misty had been allowed to comfort her.

The following day she had come to your room and had asked to know what ‘your researches had taught you’.

Although she seemed skeptic, she had lost any hope the same second Mallory’s corpse had touched the ground.

And you had explained.

“It’s a prophecy: the antichrist is the contrary of Jesus Christ, hence we need a Christ, since this is not anymore an affair of witches and… that’s what the prophecy talk about: a new reborn human which will defeat the cursed son”.

“We should resurrect somebody and make him fight with the antichrist… that prophecy is bullshit!” commented Madison, meanwhile Cordelia seemed shocked.

“Not… anybody… there is the circle and who we should resurrect is…” you didn’t know how to give this news lightly, mostly when it was so heavy on everyone.

“… the previous antichrist, right?” Myrtle completed and you just nodded your head, meanwhile Cordelia gently fell on top of your bed, looking at her hands.

“… this is fucking fucked up” mumbled Madison, meanwhile you joined Cordelia on the bed

Indeed.

It had been a struggle to convince all the witches to join you in the possibility to resurrect Michael Langdon, not only because nobody thought it would work, but also because they couldn’t help but distrust him.

He would probably just join with his ‘brother’ had he been awakened, and you would have to deal with two powerful beings at the same time.

To prevent this, you had suggested to link up Cordelia and Michael and you knew all too well that he wouldn’t be resurrected as an antichrist but as a simply powerful warlock, maybe just as strong as you and Cordelia.

But definitely not an antichrist.

You had also tried to reassure the witches on the ‘betrayal’ part reassuring them that he would have had much more reasons to join you than his brother, one being the treatment that he had been reserved after his death: if an antichrist didn’t complete his mission, he would burn in the worst living nightmare Hell could conjure up.

Michael wouldn’t certainly help his ‘good ol’ daddy’, who had punished him for his failure and had quickly disposed of him, replacing him with a new and more efficient brother.

You also had to understand why he would ally with any of you, the people who had destroyed him, but that…

… could wait…

Once you had descended in Hell, you had found him in horrible conditions, burning fire consuming him and eternal damnation making him atone for every little failure that had happened in his plan.

“What are you doing here, witches?” he asked, a smirk working up to his scrunched and burned face “… did you come here to gloat for your success?”.

“We came here to make a deal with you” you spoke, since Cordelia was too shocked by the sight, the proof that the prophecy had been true and there had been a past to this horrifying present.

“… a deal?” he asked, and then, with a great pushing onto his leg, he pushed himself up, walking closer to you, the fire following him “… you aren’t the witches I used to know, but you… remember, don’t you, little rabbit? I sure remember the way your little neck sound as I broke it…”.

He expected fear to shine in your eyes, but only resolution was to be found there.

“You are not afraid of me”.

“Should I be afraid of the latest rendition of the ‘Human Torch’? Because the Hulk is honestly scarier”.

“We need help” spoke Cordelia, getting to the point “… we have been having trouble with another antichrist and this time… we couldn’t turn back time…”.

“Oh, I am sad to hear that, but how can I help you here? I am stuck in this literal hellhole… unable to do anything but suffer… and you know what it is the most interesting part… you fucking put me here” his voice had gone quickly from sarcastic to rageful and Cordelia seemed to almost fidget about what to do next.

“We are more than aware that you hold… a grudge… against us…” you mumbled, not leaning back from his touch “… but we might offer you something better than this ‘literal hellhole’, we might offer you freedom” you explained, trying to appear convincingly.

Your plan hadn’t admit Michael not accepting your deal, so you had to ensure he would accept, even if it came to bowing due to ‘his royal firey shit’.

“You are not going to give me such thing” his voice was spoken between gritted teeth, pushing his tongue against them in a cruel combo that resonated in his words “… if I have learned one things from you, witches, it is to never trust one of you, you are heartless, although you pretend to care about all those… ‘girl power’ shit”.

“I don’t allow you to offend my coven” tried to retort Cordelia and you had to hold an hand to her to shush her protest: you needed Michael much more than her proudness, right now.

“… you can trust me: what would we gain from making you walk the Earth again? Nothing but destruction” and you took a quite look around the place, making sure that disgust was evident in your gaze “… but if you prefer to stick around here… I underst…”.

“If I agree with your fucking treaty, what will be the hoax? Do I have to go around wearing Patagonia? Or will it be something like getting run over by a land rover again? Because in that case… I prefer something more elegant… don’t you have a Porche or a Lamborghini?”.

Well… the most difficult part was done.

You looked at the little fireplace you had set in the safehouse the witches had chosen as their bases in the operation against the Campbell antichrist (Madison had wanted to call him ‘The Omen 2’ but… you weren’t sure that somebody would have gotten that reference).

You would have to attack him before Apocalypse came around, since this time the option to go back in time wouldn’t be easy.

You would meet him the following day and put your best to fight him and defeat him, destroying the circle, since you had one of the past antichrists on your side (now nothing more than a warlock and half of the witches population had quite the fun remembering him about it… groaning dramatically ‘aaaaalphaaaa’ as he walked in, everywhere) and you would defeat the actual antichrist.

In the prophetic books, this was all it would take to destroy the mechanism and finally bring a bit of peace to the universe, which you hoped was what would happen, after you defeated the Campbell Antichrist.

… which was something everybody seemed to think was painfully obvious, and you should have: you had passed your entire life studying books for this moment, but you still couldn’t help but feel still… at unease about the entire subject.

But you hadn’t wanted to destroy the beautiful atmosphere going on in between your fellow witches and warlocks, knowing that half the success of this mission was set onto your own belief that you could defeat him.

Hence you had exiled yourself to the fireplace in the sitting room, meanwhile everyone was either getting drunk in their rooms, getting high or getting some action, which you just felt too much uncomfortable doing, your body shaky and tense and the warmth wasn’t able to soothe it in the slightest.

Still you tried to deal with all alone, as you had always done.

You had always had some kind of distance from the witches.

You felt fine talking with them, but magically talking… you were different, and had always felt that way.

That was why you had felt immediately more comfortable at Hawthorne.

“… so, this is how great nights are spent” Michael’s voice, surprised you and you almost turned around, chanting a soft enchantment under your breath, still unease around the warlock.

He, instead, seemed drawn to you, as if he was linked to you and not Cordelia.

You couldn’t help but be remembered of the past whenever his face saw yours, although the nightmares had stopped.

But it was difficult for you to simply forget.

The image in his eyes of a little boy being forced into this, was enough to make you understand that for Michael this wasn’t as easy as it might have seemed.

“Didn’t you take on Madison’s offer?” you asked, referring to when, over dinner, Madison had asked him if he needed some ‘job’ to relax himself before the great battle.

“I wouldn’t want Zoe to kill me, she is quite the strong witch” he mumbled, as he set onto the back of an armchair, meanwhile you turned to control the fire, lightly warming up more the room, since you were in two.

“… but you are stronger” you reminded him.

“Not as strong as I was before…” he mumbled, and what he said further, surprised you, extremely “… I don’t miss it honestly”.

“Hey!” you turned around, catching Michael’s azure eyes as you did so “…who are you? And what did you do to the power asshole that Michael Langdon is?”.

“I just… it isn’t… it wasn’t my power to start with” he replied, shaking his hand and looking at his eyes, a little light appearing in them “… and it felt always so out of control, like… it was what owned me, instead of me being the owner of it”.

“Can’t believe that also the antichrist could be sad…” you replied, moving closer to him, not knowing what eased your discomfort towards him.

Probably his pretty blue eyes.

“… it is a lonely world, the post-apocalyptic one” he stated, looking at the consuming fire, probably nightmares going through his mind of what had been going on in Hell “… and shouldn’t you be partying with Myrtle and Cordelia, I know that those two bitches have gotten the best liquor”.

“Ahhh… I think that I am missing a party: getting drunk and passing out, my ideal Saturday night”.

He laughed and you couldn’t help but be delighted to be there to witness it: it made him look younger much younger than he truly was, almost innocent.

“… I am glad to know that you won’t take advantage of me, because you are not in altered state” he joked, and you just retorted with a raise eyebrow giggling softly.

“You never know, you look pretty cute, without the burning marks…”.

“Only pretty cute?” he faked being disappointed, turning away from you, meanwhile you giggled, truly “… you need glasses”.

“If I survive this, I’ll get new ones”.

“If we survive? We are surviving” his words weren’t lighthearted ,and his eyes met yours “… I am making sure of it, I don’t want to go in that hellhole again!”.

You breathed deeply, the uncertainty of tomorrow heavying onto your head as a sword meant to cut your head off, had your prophecies worked out to be uncertain.

And Michael felt your insecurity.

“You are worried for tomorrow” you gritted your teeth and had no choice but to nod your head “… even if there are proph…”.

“Prophecies could be bullshit, and this time the Apocalypse will be permanent…” you finished, watching your hand, which Michael gently collected in his, the gentleness being a strange contrast with the idea you had of Michael… the one who snapped your neck…

“… I have seen many people… fighting destiny… I was one of them, trying desperately to be good, even thought, it wasn’t what Fate had for me… and what I am saying is that… it isn’t your fault if anything goes wrong, you fight, you give your best, the rest is in the Destiny’s hand, and I think that this is off-limits also to God and my father”.

“That’s very reassuring” although your tone was sarcastic, his words reassured you a bit, making you grip his hands back a bit tighter.

“I am more good at destroying the world than at comforting, sorry” he joked and you didn’t know what brought you to act that way (probably the cute way he smirked, all so proud of himself for what he had said), but you got onto your knees so that you were eye-to-eye with Michael and kissed him on the lips.

They were incredibly soft and plush, and Michael gently circled your back with his hand, to bring you closer, not squeezing to making you feel trapped but gently reassuring you were safe.

Which was a strange thing for the man who in a previous life had killed you.

A little cough brought you apart and Myrtle was staring at you, with a little eyebrow crook of disappointment and a knowing smirk that made you blush slightly, as a teenager being caught making out.

Michael also coughed of his embarrassment and you thought that a red-cheeked Michael was a miraculous sight.

“… please don’t desecrate the couch, your room have rather comfortable beds” she mumbled, before sprinting off away, probably to avoid seeing whether you were desecrating or not the sofa.

Michael got up, probably taking this as a cue to move away, to retire to his room, but you stopped him, gripping his hand.

“My bed is quite comfortable won’t you like to try it out?”.

You let Michael undress you, and he looked at you almost surprised that you were letting this happen.

You also were quite surprised.

But you just felt like it was right, and it was what you wanted to do.

You gently let him touch you, get acquainted with your body, from your soft lips, his fingers gently tracing the outline of them tentatively before they slipped inside and your tongue enveloped them, as you looked languidly at him.

Then his fingers moved down your neck, followed by your collarbones, tasting also the sweetest spots onto it, following your pretty collarbone, which he took his time bruising with his lips, till a little field of violets grew onto it.

And he then pushed away as you undid your bra, throwing it into a dark corner of your room, allowing Michael to take in your topless body, as he whistled lowly, making you blush softly and smack him on his arms, this time, definitely much stronger.

“… oh c’mon! Don’t hurt me, I need to save my energy for tomorrow” he muttered as you sent him an unbelieving look, and you guided one of his hands onto your hardening nipples, letting his fingers brush lightly against it, a tremble going through your body.

“Oh, you think you won’t spend any energy for this?” you asked, meanwhile his fingers started to have a mind of them own and caressed your nipple softly, before he lowered himself onto it, taking it in his mouth, gently, as you took his hair in your hands, pushing and pulling.

“… from what I can see you are the one doing anything, leading me through it…” he shot back, smirking before he sunk lightly his teeth into your skin, lightly reddening the areola.

“Just because I can’t trust you, around me, the last time … you choked me to death” something dark and sad appeared in his eyes and suddenly all the joking atmosphere had disappeared, for a single minute but you had felt the change.

“I promise it won’t happen this time” his voice was steady, truthful, as he gently kneaded your breasts, moving his lips onto the valley of them in a rather tender gesture, before he dipped between them, reaching slowly your stomach, the promise being repeated over there and then again onto your soft Venus peak, pushing itself past it “… the only thing that you are supposed to die from, right now, is… pleasure”.

And his tongue slithered dangerously close to your most secret parts, before he discarded your panties for more and more, till it broke you completely apart, as he, with much more expertise than you had given him the thought for, moved between your thighs.

He knew exactly what to do to make your thighs clench, to make you ask for more friction as you rubbed your folds together, bringing your legs closer around Michael’s head, as you pushed onto his rich curls, making him moan right onto your pearl, as he pushed himself further in you.

His fingers coming to join the party, as he pushed them to keep your eyes open, as he devilishly devoured you in a show of desperation that got you right over the edge.

And as you reached further, you pushed Michael with you to tumble onto the bed, in an ungraceful movement that gifted you both a huge smirk and a simple laugh, as Michael moved onto you, but you quickly changed the position, looking at him in the eyes, as your hands came to find their rightful place onto his chest.

“… didn’t you say I was the one doing the leading?”.

He couldn’t do much more but surrender to you, even more when you let him enter your warm heat, pushing him into tight walls and a lustful mix of juices that would create a mess onto your prettiest sheets.

But you didn’t care.

As you got past the initial shock of pain you finally came quite in control of your pleasure and rode Michael through it, your hands diving with more force onto his chest, leaving light red marks as he gripped the sheet till they broke it off from your bed, making you again laugh, almost dizzily, as your hips followed the orgasm in a desperate search.

Every muscle in your body ached, but the reward for that wild ride was quite rightful for its pain.

Breath was stolen from your laughs, but the thrill of pure utter pleasure that went through your body was enough to make you forget that tomorrow you might die, that tomorrow the world might end and just let you remind that that night you had been given the last gift of your life.

Michael met you halfway through your own peak, holding you down onto his chest, probably needing to ground himself in some way, and the feeling of human warmth literally shook you, calming you and lulling you in a dreamless sleep.

Tomorrow was just in the Destiny’s hands.

---

As always: any feedback is more than welcomed and here’s to the people on my tag-list!

@blakewaterxx @emmyrosee @lovelylangdonx @lathraios @rosegoldrichie @1-800-bitchcraft @so-langdon @rocketgirl2410 @kaetastic @blackredrose27 @melodylangdon @ gothgirl13 @dyns33 @langdonswhoreprobably @idespac @ladyrindt @its-mikha @ molly-kinnard @lsutgurxb @elena-75s-blog @ cantxkillxthexboogeyman @langdon-is-my-drug-of-choice @xialewis666 @mixedbutdivine @ glitterypatrolranchpanda @im-the-music-whore @antichristsxbox @morganelizabeth-99 @sogayforcaroldanvers @w0nder-marie @softyash @amanda-james @weehawkendawngunsdrawnyouron @queenfeatherwings @uinen-ulmiel @ahsteriawrites @ chrystalchristine @lesonicaro @ace-fiction @almostcrystalized101 @jokergrrrl @ itsafallingstar @nighto-spheres @kristenk24 @micheallangdons @thatemophoenixgirl @lonely-cloud @jj-lynn21 @naughtygranger @sexyskywalker @imflevrett @wayhaughtsearp @ darklazar @sarahmelanie05 @nightsblackroses @craig-mywifeisdead-boone @woolfyz @arxbellaturner @ fuzzyjeno @sammythankyou

#Michael Langdon #Michael Langdon Reader #Michael Langdon Imagine #Michael Langdon Fic #Michael Langdon Smut #Michael Langdon Angst #Michael Langdon Writing #AHS Writing #AHS #AHS Apocalypse #AHS 8 #Michael Langdon x Fem Reader #Michael Langdon One Shot #Michael Langdon Oneshot #Michael Langdon Fan Fic #Michael Langdon Fanfic

160 notes · View notes

somuchchaoss · 4 years

Text

When Witches Connect Over Literature (Lumity Fic) (Pt 7)

Chapter Seven: It's Delicate

youtube

"I'm in love with Amity Blight."

Luz looked at Eda, red as a tomato and nervously shaking. "Ah kid." Eda whispered, heading over to console the poor girl. Luz was teary eyed at this point. "And you don't know if she likes you back?" Eda asked, although she already knew the answer. Luz nodded, feeling a wave of tears trying to set free from her eyes. Eda stroked the girls hair and used her other hand to pat her back as Luz started to cry. 'Poor kid.' Eda thought. Now Eda may be old, she was smart and she could tell when something was up. 'But how do I tell her that the Blight kid loves her? She probably won't believe it. And besides, Luz has been so oblivious to the signs. Maybe it's best if they both figure it out on their own.' Eda thought. She didn't want to torture the poor kid, after all slow burns were tedious. But, if Luz wasn't able to see the really bright signs, maybe it would be better if the two would naturally come together.

________________________________

Meanwhile, Amity sat silent in her room, arms crossed and staring blankly at the wall.

'I am a Blight.' She thought.

'We only associate with a select few...'

But...

'No. We only associate with the greats, not trash.'

Luz wasn't trash.

Despite Amity's reputation, Luz liked her for her.

Could Boscha stop her from being happy? The happiest she's ever been? Could her own parents stop her from finally being her true self, the one she's been hiding since the day she was born?

No.

No one could stop her. Not a single damn witch or demon on the Boiling Isles could stop her!

She was her own witch.

Her own person.

She couldn't just stand by and let people make choices for her.

No one was gonna make her.

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

...

"... I need to leave." she whispered.

_____________________________

It was the dead of night at the Boiling Isles. And to top it off, it was raining. Acid raining.

Maybe she could leave another night?

No. She was just gonna have to book it.

She waited till everyone was asleep. Grabbing her jacket, her bag, and a snack, she quietly made her way through the long winding hallways.

She was almost there.

She could make it.

"Mittens?"

Oh crap.

She turned around to see a sleepy Edric and a concerned Emira. Amity sighed, and put a finger to her lips. She turned around and started to leave, but Emira grabbed her arm. "Mittens, where do you think you're going?" She hissed. Amity tugged away from her sister. "I need to leave." Amity whispered. That made Edric awake. "You're what?" Edric hissed. "I need to leave, Edric. I can't stay. I don't want my whole life planned out for me. I need to go and make my own choices." Amity said. Both Emira and Edric looked at each other and snickered softly. Amity's face turned red. "Is this about your little human girlfriend?" Emira giggled. "NO!" Amity growled. The twins were taken back by Amity's tone, staring at her with wide eyes. "Maybe Luz has something to do with this," Amity started. "But she's the first person ever to make me the happiest I've ever been since Willow. And mom and dad took her away from me. I'm not letting them do the same to me and Luz. I want to make my own choices."

Both Em and Ed fell silent. "But you're only 14, how could you-" "I need to get out while I can." Amity interrupted. "I hope one day the both of you could get out when you can, but-" "Amity." Emira said. Both twins bent down a little bit and wrapped their arms around Amity in a hug. "We'll cover for you." Ed whispered. "And if you don't come back... at least write to us if you can." Emira whispered. Amity choked a bit, trying not to cry as she returned the hug. "Thank you." She whispered softly. "You're gonna need a protection spell," Ed said, letting go. Emira did the same. "I already have it." Amity said, pointing to her bag. "Look at you, Little Miss Perfect." Em snickered. Amity rolled her eyes. She turned around with a final wave and started to walk away. "Good luck Ami." Both twins whispered in unison.

____________________________

It was really dark out, almost pitch black aside from the lights of the town and the mansion shining dimly. Amity took out the protection spell and started to run.

She could hear the rain pounding against the spell, like acid hail. All of her thoughts went numb as she could only focus on making it somewhere, anywhere. In hindsight, she should've thought of a place beforehand, but all of her rational thoughts went out the window.

She was running blind, whipping around trees and branches and stones. Her eyes were blurred. Was she crying. She couldn't tell.

Sticks, stones, and uprooted house legs were no match for the numb Amity Blight. Were things hitting her? Was she bleeding? She didn't know and she didn't care.

She was going somewhere, but where was she-

"HOOT HOOT, SLOW DOWN!" A familiar annoying voice hooted, breaking her out of trance. she looked up to see the owl tube face to face with her only mere inches away from the Owl House. How she got here, she didn't know. Amity then walked straight past the owl, and headed to the door. Almost like it could sense her presence, which it could, the door opened. Sitting at the couch, was Luz, quietly reading an Azura book with King curled up at her feet. "Hooty, why is the door open? And why is my protection spell broken?" Eda called out to the bird. "We have a guest, hoot hoot." Hooty hooted. Eda walked out from the kitchen and her eyes went wide at the sight of Amity. "Kid? What the heck are you doing here?" She asked. Luz looked up, and jolted a little bit in surprise waking up King. "Amity?" Luz asked. Amity didn't respond, almost statue like as she stood there in the doorway. "Amity," Luz got off the couch and made her to Amity. "Are...are you okay?" Luz whispered.

Suddenly, she broke. Amity started to cry, falling to her knees as she sobbed. Luz bent down and wrapped her arms tightly around the other girl. "Hey." Luz whispered softly. "It's okay. I'm right here." And through her tears, Amity let out a little laugh. 'I made it.' She thought.

#the owl house #the owl house luz #lumity #amity blight

7 notes · View notes

skallagrimulfhedinn · 2 years

Text

@ofwaywardsunshine

Dear Sam and Dean,

- Jacob

————————————-

3 notes · View notes

wearetheblacklegion · 4 years

Text

Death of a World

@fuukonomiko (can you tag the other champions?)- based on her wrath ask

Callidia was a world of the Ecclesiarchy, an entire world dedicated to the worship of the God-Emperor and veneration of his Saints. At this time of year all were preparing for the annual Festival of Saint Callidia. The patron Saint of the world, the one hundred days of festivities and celebration mirrored the one hundred days in which the saint interrogated the xenos worshipping witch who came to corrupt loyal imperial hearts. Even to this day the remnants of the witches robes were on display beneath a glass case alongside the reliquary bones of Callidia. The festival would culminate in the ritual burning of effigies, symbolizing the witch being burned at the stake for her crimes. The Arch-Cardinal himself would preside over the ceremonies for the next hundred days. As a worldwide broadcast of the Cardinal’s opening sermon was interrupted by the darkening of the skies, awe turned to horror as they realized this darkness was man made. A massive fleet had entered orbit over the capital city, one comprised of countless variations of vessels both Imperial and xenos. The Arch-Cardinal’s broadcast fizzled and stuttered our, replaced by a new one. A feminine voice issued from every speaker on the world, one so laced with anger and venom that it froze the blood in the listeners veins. “You celebrate the torture of an innocent woman, memorialize her death, venerate her murderer. My sister came here seeking peace and sanctuary and you gifted her only with pain and blood. This gift I return to you now. Revel in it savages and know that I will feed every one of your miserable souls to the lowest of my servants!” The broadcast died and the sky began to burn.

Talorax watched, amused slightly as the panicked masses rushed towards his defenses. The Iron Warrior had been meticulous, encircling the city in tight cordon of hastily dug trenches and weapon emplacements. Artillery opened up with booming thunder over the chatter of gunfire. Explosions ripped gaping holes in the mob even as they were torn apart by the massed fire. Quickly it became a charnel ground of exploded meat and viscera, forcing the survivors to choose between another suicidal rush or retreat back into the city. At his command the columns of Land Raiders and Rhinos began pushing forward, grinding corpses to meaty pulp beneath their treads. Talorax allowed himself a smile. There would not be two bricks left stacked upon each other when he was through.

Icarus impaled a screaming priest upon his blade, the power field charting flesh and bone. The man had a moment to scream before the weapon ripped up and out through his torso. Around him the forces of the goddess fought with the zeal of fanatics. To his right a warrior seized scrambling man and swung him bodily into a marble column till he burst like a forest piñata. To his left a tattoo covered cultist fell upon a scrambling pilgrim, dagger slashing and stabbing with a fury worthy of a khornate worshipper. One woman clad in the vestments of the clergy bravely rushed them with a candelabra only to be mobbed down and shredded by a chittering swarm of imps. Astartes, mortals, and daemon alike fought side by side with the wrath of their goddess fueling their limbs. This world would die, it had been commanded.

Drogan roared as he killed, daemonic strength pulsing within his flesh. His bone blades flashed out, punching through the vulnerable throat armor of a Celestian. The battle sister gurgled blood and clawed uselessly at him before he discarded her upon the floor. He heard a feral howl and saw a blur of storm gray rush past him, Hirvik leaping into the fray with chainsword screaming. Furio was not far behind, draped in newly acquired skins still bleeding, a ghastly resemblance to his long deceased gene-father. Only the maddest and most fanatical followed them, wielding archaic or warp forged weapons of terrible power. Astartes roaring battle hymns as they cut through Sororitas ranks, masses of crazed and mutated cultists going laughing to their deaths and pulling down sisters through sheer numbers, summoned daemons running amok. And through the center of it all strode the goddess in her war form. Fuuko was clad in sinuous armor of ebony and crimson, patting only for the eternally open eyes upon her chest and the fanged maw of her abdomen. Batlike wings folded tightly into her body as horns rose from her flowing mane of jet black hair. She moved with unhurried grace, an eye of calm amidst the madness, yet her very presence shook the material realm with barely restrained power. One sister broke through and rushed the goddess with a blade raised high, screaming praise to her Corpse-God. Her blow never made it as silvery steel intercepted and turned it aside. Vico was the greatest swordsman of the Vaults, unmatched and undefeated. With disarming ease his sword flickered our and took the martyr’s head clean off. None would ever get past his blade to reach his sovereign.

The Celestian Sisters fought with courage and righteous fury but it availed them none. The last one died still cursing them as Vico’s fangs tore out her throat. With the defenders slain it was only a few moments before two mortals dragged the crimson swathed obesity that was Arch-Cardinal Julianus. The man was dumped into a cowering, sobbing heap before Fuuko’s feet. There was only cold disdain in the goddess eyes. “I wonder if my sister begged the way you pitiful mortal did. Did she scream? Did she cry out for mercy? Would your kind even have listened. Scream for your Emperor little priest, scream like all the victims of your precious church.” The maw opened wide, slavering fangs stretching out in endless hunger. Julianus stared into the madness of oblivion and he screamed as it closed in on him.

For one hundred days a world burned. Their cities were reduced to rubble, their holy sites ruined and the earth salted. Pilgrims and clergy alike were hunted and slaughtered in an orgy of death and blood, none allowed to survive. When her earth was finally spent the forces of the Vault returned to orbit and virus bombed the world to barren rock. When the Imperial fleet did finally arrive all they would find was a planet-sized tombstone, a monument to the wrath of the divine.

28 notes · View notes

diveronarpg · 4 years

Photo

Congratulations, TILDA! You’ve been accepted for the role of CLAUDIUS. Admin Jen: Your app has left me in awe, Tilda, and I’m absolutely living for it. There’s something so unique and distinct about your portrayal, a touch of flippancy and flagrant disregard that grounds your vision of Cristian to reality in a way that I don’t think we’ve seen before. There’s no grandiosity to him, no visions of godhood or aspirations for the unreachable like we see with so many characters that have been shaped by the same corruption as him -- and that’s exactly what makes him so dangerous. He doesn’t grasp to be something he isn’t, but he harnesses all that he is. It’s raw and utterly thrilling to witness. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

IN CHARACTER

Character | Claudius / Cristian de Luca What drew you to this character? | i think his story is super interesting and complex, he rules the roost without being the head guy, he clings to secrets that chip away at his soul. as stated in his bio, he is rotting. What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | i. of course i would like to see the unveiling of howard zhang: how he died and who struck the final blow. relationships would unswirl from them, the lovers who made such moves also falling apart like wilting petals. alternatively, the answer to his adopted brother’s death would slowly unravel by a mysterious source who played witness or had some kind of inside information. taunting cristian to an insanity left to the ones in white jackets. but also such power plays could lead to other complex feelings, either way, i’m here to fuck him up. ii. his rise in position. it’s clear that he has the skill and charm to manipulate almost anyone, his allies are crystal clear yet teetering on the edge. one wrong move and he could find himself dead or alone despite his gifted golden tongue. he would search for such a ‘high up’ position due to his lonely experience within the orphanage. after hearing the nuns pray that he may not rot, he seeks the power and satisfaction to make them proud. of course, he has a twisted view of pride and respect, and such a move would only ever be his undoing. iii. to tame a soup. a man like cristian de luca would not let things up to simply chance and luck, he plans for the future but in the twisted of ways of an individual tortured by his past. shame covers him, a coat clinging to his skin - thick like smoke but wet like seaweed. so, he plans to petition for ownership of the current pile of ash that belongs to roman montague - to tame a soup has been broken for far too long, and he yearns to make amends, make more of a name for himself and to provide a place of his own. Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | probably, why not?

IN DEPTH

In-Character Interview:

What is your favorite place in Verona? | His favourite place? Had Cristian de Luca ever nurtured such a thing? The answer comes in moments, bright blue eyes staring into the other’s as if he were reading one’s mind rather than thinking of some popular destination he could lie about. Verona was, of course, the greatest of cities and boasted a beauty unheard off by mortals and immortals alike. No wonder the Witches had found their roost upon Verona’s bones. With a short puff of his cigarette ( white plumes of smoke drifting from his parted lips ), Cristian leaned closer with a hesitant sigh. There was nothing like a cigarette in the morning, the first one broken from a new crisp pack - if only he had been alone, then he could’ve truly savoured the moment. “The Teatro Nuovo was one of my favourites before… the renovation,” his brow quirks, as if to silently mention the dogs of the Capulets who had opened fire on such a fine establishment, drawing his breath before taking one more drag. “Till it reopens… The Library of Verona has a ring to it, and I plan to utilise the remains of To Tame a Soup - in the future.” What does your typical day look like? “I get up, I get dressed, I eat, I fuck, I sleep,” his eyes unblinking as his cigarette slowly burned from one end to the other, daring to burn his fingers that were already dirty from a misplaced ash tray. What was he meant to say? Tell the stranger everything? Ah, yes. Perhaps they expected Cristian de Luca to spill on his secrets like a mouse, like a nobody who had little to live for and less to care for. Well, your grace, I get up before rubbing my skin raw to get rid of the overwhelming stench of guilt, shame, murder and blood. Then I fuck Genevieve till the moon comes up before scrubbing my hands till they bleed again.Fuck that. What has been your biggest mistake thus far? He was unsure whether the interviewer was stupid or scheming; paranoia leaves him on edge and at most, irritated. Though calculated and calm his fingers give way, tapping furiously against the oak table as the cigarette butt comes to a halt just beyond the tips of his fingers. Dropping it into the ash tray before retreating to fondle his pockets for another cigarette, Cristian sucks on the back of his teeth and hisses as if he was burned by an actual flame. Probably killing Howard, he’d say if he was a man with a conscious. Fucking my sister-in-law, he’d add. And stop fucking anything that moves when sex isn’t going to fix the fuck up’s already made, he’d confess. Yet there is nothing that drops from his lips, only a stare that could be rivalled by Medusa herself. “Agreeing to this God awful interview so far.” What has been the most difficult task asked of you? Lips creep upwards into a smile, a small and sly smile saved for men who were like mice to a snake’s jaw. As a boy he had once tried to make it as a gunman and played with such weapons as a means to make himself better and recognisable. He still carried one, a gun hanging against his crotch like a target for any incomers whilst sat at the table with the nosey and dumb interviewer. He could hit any target; big or small, breathing or inanimate. He had a crazy aim, yet Howard had been the one who had taken joy from every shot. Every bullet seemed to make his blood pump whereas every bullet simply gave Cristian a headache. Of course, this was not the answer he’d really give but with little else coming to an already erratic mind, Cristian went with it - his fingers rolling an pre-rolled cigarette between his fore-finger and thumb. “As a boy I was asked to shoot my old teacher between the eyes because she had been fucking one of our men.. It had been tough, but I did it. You always have to do it - that’s what makes you a man. That’ s what makes you worthy.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? As a Montagues ally, Cristian knew his place. As an emissary he knew what to say and what not to do, his free hand now captivated as he flicked the wheel on his steel lighter, exposing a small orange flame that danced before him like a stripper at one of the hideouts. Slowly, he lowered himself down to ‘s exposure and inhaled to allow the flame entrance to his cigarette and, eventually, his lungs. The intake was slow and careful; as if he had made many errors before with such a mechanism. What was the question again? Ah, the war. Cristian only thought for a moment, the several actions only amounting to the regular amount of time for anyone to think - but Cristian liked to double check, treble check. As an emissary he took a delight in the spoken language and curled tongue. “I am neither Cauplet or Montagues. I’m not really the one you should be asking. But perhaps, I shall enlighten you on one thing. the war is quite substantial on my bank.”

#accepted #accepted: claudius

6 notes · View notes

curiosity-killed · 5 years

Text

a hard night

@synergetic-prose ahhh okay i LOVE this prompt and also am sorry that this got....somewhat sidetracked and only sort of followed said prompt orz

Pairing: Shiro/Allura/Ulaz Word count: 2045 Warnings: Major character death (fake), PTSD, nightmares

They all have their own ways of handling their scars. In the middle of the night, Shiro will slip out on silent feet to train against the gladiator until his legs quiver from exhaustion and his arms can no longer lift his bayard. Allura will hole up in the command center, monitoring the surveillance both within and without of Atlas — making sure no one attacks and no one disappears. There are nights where Shiro can’t stand the softness, the openness, of a bed and tucks himself into a corner of the room where he can keep an eye on both them and the door. A chair is his only concession to comfort those nights. Nightmares wake them all. But tonight — tonight is a good night. It’s been a long day, filled from the first moment to the last. Ulaz’s shoulders ache with the strain of having been well-used, and the soft pads of his fingertips sport the tender rawness that comes before callouses have had a chance to form. The bricks they used and the tall beams were still rough, and he probably should have worn gloves. Still, it’s his favorite kind of fatigue: one born of rebuilding instead of fighting, hope instead of fear. The industrial showers of Atlas had washed away the dirt and dust of reconstructing from his fur, and Allura had insisted on braiding back his crest till only the very tip was loose to tickle the back of his neck.

Now, curled around Shiro with his ankles tangled in Allura’s, Ulaz has only enough energy to seep into the honey-warm contentment that has settled deep in his chest. Already, Allura’s chest rises and falls with easy long breaths, and Shiro gives him a sleepy smile from where his face is smushed into the pillow, half-hidden. Lifting a hand, Ulaz combs gently through his bangs, brushing them sideways out of Shiro’s eyes. His smile broadens and he closes his eyes, nestling deeper into the mattress and pillow. Taking a deep breath and letting it out easy, Ulaz does likewise and lets sleep slip blanket-like over him. The grass is soft, flattening beneath his boots rather than crunching and breaking off. The fire hasn’t reached here — yet. Already the air has turned thick and grey, smoke a living thing that coils against his suit, forms feeble hands around his neck. If he peers hard enough, he can make out the shapes of the buildings, half-ruined, crumbling in silhouette through the smog. He can’t be that far away. He has to make it. Urging his limbs to move faster, he finds them heavy, sluggish. Silence rings in his ears, the echoes of an explosion he wasn’t there to witness. There’s a kind of pressure deep in his skull that buzzes in the curves of his inner ears, and the edges of his vision are blurry, smudged like fingerprints on a visor. He trips on the long arms of the smoke still rising from the ashes of these strangers’ homes. Kolivan is first. His eyes are still open, dulled and paled against the stark scarlet dried over his throat and jaw. White bone gleams through the ruin of his cheek. Ulaz’s stomach lurches but he stumbles on. There’s no saving his leader, but the cause has always been greater than one soldier, greater than any of them put together. It must go on. He must go on. More bodies follow soon after, some he knows, some he only saw in passing. Some wear masks but others are bared and their faces look so young, too young, barely older than kits. He cannot stop to grieve for them. The time for helping the dead is long past. All he can do now is search for the living. He doesn’t find them. One by one, the broken bodies of the paladins appear through the rubble. Garish red streaks across the white of their armor. Hand prints pattern Hunk’s cuirass and finish at his cheek, too small to belong to his own hand. Beside him, Pidge is crumpled with her face hidden in the rocks. Lance is a little further off, facing away. Ulaz can’t bring himself to walk to the other side, to see the aftermath of the helmet fractured and dripping red just beside the paladin’s lean body. He doesn’t find Keith at all, only the red bayard and the shards of a luxite blade. His hand flexes, curls tight on empty air instead of his own saber’s handle. Rare and terrible is the force that can shatter a Blade. Swallowing, he forces himself to go on. The urgency of before has drained away, replaced with a heavy despair. Desperation is the only thing that keeps his steps from halting completely. He hasn’t seen Shiro or Allura yet. They could still — they might not be — he could — He finds them together — and alive. Shiro’s grey eyes burn violet, quintessence a toxic blood crackling through him with the acrid taste of Haggar’s touch. His left hand wraps around the black bayard’s handle, curled over Allura’s fist. The tip of the blade juts scarlet and wrong from his back, a perfect line to Allura’s arm. His right hand is pressed to her belly, knuckles kissing her skin where the blade of his prosthesis has burnt through armor and undersuit. The scent of burning flesh clogs the air, chokes Ulaz where the smoke hadn’t succeeded. Rigor alone seems to hold them in place, bodies using the last of their fight to make sure that this gruesome sacrifice is complete. When Allura turns to him, it is with jerky motions, mechanical. Her blue eyes burn. “You,” she hisses. Blood trickles dark down her lip, sluggish. “You were supposed to stop this. This is your fault.” He knows enough about Altean anatomy now to know where her injuries must fall, know the source of the thick black-burgundy blood staining her teeth. His mind, inconsiderate beast, turns to that with a kind of detachment, cataloguing the damage done to her as if he were still performing research in Haggar’s torture chambers. A punctured lung, internal bleeding, potential rupture of digestive organs — by rote, it notes them down as if in black-and-white text on a report. “Why didn’t you do anything,” Allura snarls, voice rising in a hoarse call. “Why didn’t you save us?” His feet are planted to the spot, staked into the grass as if they’ve grown roots. Even if he could move, he doesn’t know what he’d do. To touch her would be an insult, a disgrace. She’s right. Her words deserve more than his faltering comfort, his insufficient justification. He should have fought harder, should’ve done more, sacrificed himself before accepting the death of a thousand others. “You failed us,” Allura cries. Beneath his feet, the planet shudders and groans, giving way at last. When he falls among the rubble, the darkness is almost a relief from the hatred in Allura’s eyes. He wakes to the soft hush of Atlas’ air cycle kicking on. Their room smells of soft things, clean fabric, a hint of juniberries, but the smell of death clings to his fur and mind. Swallowing, he unfolds his fists to lay flat over his belly and forces himself to breathe. Long, slow inhales and matching exhales expand his chest, press the warm fur up against his palms. His heart beats a frenetic rhythm in his neck, ragged with remembered fear and adrenaline. He remembers that planet, that mission, that failure. He’d been so much younger then — in heart more than years — and still heady with the arrogance of the newly initiated. Back then, he’d still believed that their sacrifices meant that no one else had to sacrifice, that their deaths meant that no others had to die. And then Kijala Four had happened. His fingers tighten, claws scraping through his fur, and he forces them to relax once more. He taught himself this practice back when he was working under Haggar. Any discrepancies, any odd behaviors, would jeopardize the mission, and so he could not afford to get up and walk the ship’s cold corridors or commandeer a training room until his body was too exhausted for dreams. Any comfort he sought, he found alone and in stillness. The witch’s eyes were ever-present and rarely inhibited by wall or closed door. Like a small creature, he holed up in the darkness and stilled his trembling limbs to keep away from the hunter’s gaze. The mattress dips and there’s a rustle to his left. “‘Laz?” Allura mumbles, his name a mush of sound. “Apologies,” he murmurs, “I did not mean to wake you.” “Didn’t,” Allura says before a yawn splits her words, squeaking on the end. She lifts a hand to sweep back the great tide of white hair tumbling over her forehead. “Atlas thought you were in distress.” Despite himself, Ulaz’s lips twist in displeasure. He should be used to it by now: Allura and Atlas are nearly a single whole, divisible only with effort and never completely, and though Shiro’s connection to Atlas is dwarfed next to his with the Black Lion, his time nestled in Allura’s soul left them bound. By extension, occasionally, Ulaz benefits from a strange sort of benevolence from the ship that offers him rooms at a preferred temperature or pathways opening up to speed his trips around the many levels. Still, he cannot quite accustom himself to the invasiveness of the ship’s sentience and omniscience. “It is nothing,” Ulaz says, stiff. Propping her cheek up on one fist, Allura eyes him in silence for a moment. There’s a keenness, a knowing, to her gaze that tiredness doesn’t abate. “Was it a nightmare?” she asks. He hums, reluctant to give much answer. It was a nightmare in the most basic sense, a terrible dream wrought of his own fears — but it was not only fantasy, was grounded in true failings, in sense memories that linger in his hands and ribcage. He doesn’t want to burden her with the phantasms his mind concocts or the terrible truths from which they’re born. “Would touch make it worse?” Allura asks. That gives him pause, and he hitches up his shoulders in an uncertain shrug. “Not worse,” he offers. It’s enough for Allura to give a firm nod and turn around to swing her legs off the edge of the bed. The motion seems to rouse Shiro, who lifts his head to squint blearily first at her and then at Ulaz. “What’s wrong?” he asks, voice thick with sleep. “Nothing,” Ulaz answers. “Just a bad dream.” Shiro’s forehead scrunches up in a frown. It doesn’t ease as Allura steps around the foot of the bed to clamber up on the other side. Ulaz has to shift inwards to make room, and in doing so, realizes that something’s changed about their relative proportions. He twists around to look at Allura and finds her his same height, tall enough to curve around him from back to toes and reach over him to Shiro. “How is that?” Allura asks. Her voice comes out in a warm breath against his shoulder, and he can feel the steady thump of her heart against his back. Swallowing, he gives a little nod. “Good,” he says. She hums and nestles a little closer, tucking her feet between his ankles and her face into the curve of his neck. On his other side, Shiro watches the proceedings with a solemn, confused frown before it eases into a gentle smile. Smallest of their trio, he folds himself into Ulaz’s chest so that his head fits under his chin and his left arm curls around his side. If they stay like this, that arm’s bound to go numb, but Shiro shows no sign of discomfort, and Ulaz makes no move to dissuade him. The weight of their bodies on either side seems to form a kind of gravity, a grounding force that tethers him here and now. He sinks into it, lets his lungs follow the steady rise and fall of their chests, lets his heart settle into a matching rhythm. The nightmares will return someday, will crawl back on broken, bloodied feet. For now, though, his princess and paladin will keep him safe.

#shalluraz #shiro #allura #ulaz #voltron #vld #voltron ficlet #my writing #ot3: asterism

17 notes · View notes