#protectivehearts

[razorfst]

@protectivehearts wanted a shippy angst starter

Christmas was meant to be fun, it was meant to be spent with people one cared for and yet outside of the team Andrei only had one person close enough to him that he could count towards that. He played on Christmas, making it hard to plan much of anything involving his own family. They stayed back in Germany, he'd see them when the off season came but it didn't make the holidays easy even with that knowledge. It's why he was looking froward to actually getting to spend it with her after the game. To go home and relax and somewhat be just them in whatever they were. What he hadn't expected after the win was for a certain someone to appear in the crowd and rush at him. She hadn't exactly given Andrei much of a choice in reaction time, him catching her and then occupied hands unable to do anything as she pulled him into a surprise kiss. All of him was confused and he promptly let her go soon after and put her a bit away to the side. A brief hello and a goodbye before turning to the locker room to text Austyn. Only he received no answer about their plans, nothing. An hour passed as he made his way home and still nothing, so he took his friends' offer up to go out and celebrate, once more running into that same familiar ex. And she was far too drunk to go anywhere towards the end of the night and so back to his apartment they went, her in his bed and he on the couch. The next morning he said his goodbyes and texted Austyn again. Nothing. For the next several days until one day a knock came on his door, his brow furrowing when he opened it and saw her standing there. "Oh, good to know you're alive." He grumbled. "Where did you even go?"

[awalkoflife-arc]

closed, plotted starter for @protectivehearts / noah.

The sorority party is loud, as are the voices in her head; she doesn't warrant the presence of spirits that intend ill-will, but sometimes they still find a way to communicate. More often than not, Sabrina has a hold on her gift, but tonight, with a little too much alcohol in her system, she's struggling to block them out. If she tried to contact her aunts, they would only chastise her for drinking and right now, she could really do without the lecture. It didn't help that she lost track of Noah when he wandered off to get them both a drink. The particular sorority house that was hosting the party happened to be one of the biggest on campus and even though he was 6'5 and hard to miss, it was almost like he'd vanished. "Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone." She repeats, clutching on to her friend's jumper that's two sizes way too big on her, curled up in a ball in the bathtub of one of the many lavish upstairs bathrooms. The isolation was necessary, the cold cast-iron of the empty tub cooling down her skin which was burning hotter and hotter the longer she fought to repress the spirit world. She tries to regulate her breathing, but she's shaking too hard and when she hears the bathroom door opening, she clasps her hands to her mouth. Please go away. Sabrina doesn't know if it's a spirit or a human --- she's too afraid to check --- and she's mentally kicking herself for not locking the door. Staying still, she says a silent prayer, hoping that whoever or whatever it is will leave without bothering her.

[seesgood]

on some level, she supposes she held on to a tiny sliver of hope that it would be stefan. maybe tyler. matt, if her father was being particularly merciful. at least them she knew. she’d practically grown up alongside them. stefan was kind and gentle and charming, tyler was familiar, matt was safe. it had been expected of her from the time that she was young that eventually, her duty would be to marry for some sort of larger purpose ( a trade, a peace treaty, an apology offering, a bribe for time ). her job would be to punch out the next generation of family, and hope to god that whoever her husband was was at least fair enough not to be a complete monster. she’d hoped, on some level, that she would at least settle for indifference. complacency. and instead she got a mikaelson. 

the council isn’t exactly known for getting along or calm negotiations. they squabble and fight and barter for power and they act more like lifelong allies than they do a cohesive unit --- but they’re tame compared to the mikaelsons. if rumor ends up being true, she heard the last mikaelson family function ended with threats of daggers and gunfire. klaus is the worst, notoriously. kol is the most reckless. rebekah is a nusiance that she’s had to endure a handful of times before. the boss, elijah, is unnerving in his stoicism. and he’s the one that she’ll have to be presented to for approval. to ensure that she’s pretty enough or docile enough to something enough to be married off to one of his brothers. like she’s a cow going up for auction. for the dozenth time that hour, bill hisses at her to stand straight as they wait to be called into elijah’s office. 

stand straight. shoulders back. chin high, but nose lowered as a sign of respect and submission. don’t speak unless directly spoken to. the list of demands are endless and her desire to follow them is waning. when the door finally swings open and they’re finally permitted in, she can feel her nerves peaking and her tolerance dipping. maybe it’s the fact that her father is irritating her, or that the mikaelson boss left them waiting, or that this may be the last few moments she has as her own person --- as a forbes --- but the words that leave her next are as impulsive as they are stupid.  ❝ the painting in your foyer is hanging crooked, just thought you should know. ❞  bill glares daggers at her, his hand flexing like he might want to correct the outburst with the sting of a slap, but he refrains, turning instead to apologize to elijah.          /          @protectivehearts​   +   semi plotted things that i def didn’t force you into at all 😌

[hellsurvivr]

@protectivehearts   :    “✨.”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

      it took her a lot to actually get drunk. it wasn't impossible but to make her feel even the smallest inclination of being drunk would put a normal human in a coma. and yet whatever the crescent wolves brewed, tended to put her on her ass. faster than she could even count. maybe it was why she liked them. besides the obvious. that being that they'd welcomed her amongst them, hadn't judged her for her half demon nature, and let her feel at home. none more than jackson.

      her head pounds as the familiar feeling of a hangover clings to her very brain. aching away and making her wish to pound her head against the nearest wall. if only go give her something else to focus on. feeling the sheet slip across her frame before catching on something, she turns, hazel eyes lighting on a sleeping jackson. a feeling of dread slinks through her system as she scurries to sort through hazy memories.    ❝  oh god  …  ❞          she  breathes.

it wasn't a bad feeling that settles in her gut, more of a confused one. for she didn't possess the memories to answer her questions. at least not without about ten gallons of coffee to wake up. sighing she looks at her bed partner again, feeling exceptionally sorry for her next action.          ❝  Jack, furry boi. get ya butt up.  ❞       it was definetly harsher than it needed to be. but between her hangover and confusion. she wasn't sure softness was an option. not truthfully.

[razorfst]

[ MELT ] for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. (from austyn!)

It was a sight he'd never grow tired of it seemed, walking out of his bedroom and seeing her in the kitchen cooking breakfast in one of his t-shirts. A smirk tugs at his lips as every time she spends the night, he manages to sneak up on her in the morning. She just looked too damn good to be doing anything else but wrap his arms around her. So it's what he does, feet pad quietly on the hardwood floor as he walks up to her with her back to him. This was something she honestly should expect by now. Once he reaches her, arms wrap around her waist as he leans down and nuzzles himself in the crook of her neck. Placing soft kisses on the exposed skin, moving down to her shoulder before resting his head there. "Good morning." He mumbles, voice still with hint of sleep dripping from it. "How do you manage to always to get up before me?" Andrei adds with a small chuckle.

Tol and Smol Prompts | Accepting | @protectivehearts

[razorfst]

❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜ ( austyn )

Christmas parties for the team were always a fun time, early in the month to get them out of the way before they played. And seeing as he played on Christmas, this was going to be the closest he got to celebrating. He didn't come alone, however, inviting Austyn to come with him in their date but not a date lifestyle. His buddies on the team asking what they were, away from her when she was talking to other people and him saying they were friends. His excuse being she's one of the closest ones he had that wasn't on the team and in the city while being a huge fan herself. It seemed like an easy decision to make in his head. Though he was getting rather impatient as they night dragged on, his arm around her as he took another sip of his drink. Looking over at her, he can see she's looking up at him before motioning to come down and he leans just a bit to hear what she has to say. A smirk tugs at his lips, she knew it was killing him to still be here. "Oh be careful with that because I will find a way to make that happen."

The Dirty Kind of Teasing | Accepting | @protectivehearts

[razorfst]

spotify #56?? for austyn - ( Karussell by Azet & Zuna )

Sometimes it was hard to believe, everything lining up the way it was. After he had thought he lost her, worked out, and found a way to be better and together? It seemed football was falling in line right with it. They were going to the playoffs and as the number one seed. It was unbelievable and sometimes he just couldn't believe it. "What a life, everything spins, head is like a carousel." He just can't help but mumble partially to himself as his head shakes and a chuckle is let out. Slowly looks up at her, a giant smile still on his face. "Can you believe all of this?"

Spotify Wrapped | Accepting | @protectivehearts

[razorfst]

❛ i've never tried this before ... ❜ (from austyn)

She had been so open to doing new things with him, the first time they had slept together she had ridden him for the first time, that one was easy to remember. He wasn't sure if she had done doggy style before but if that was the case then that night alone she had tried two new things with him. Well, new for her. Now this was just another it seemed and just like the last time he would go easy at first. Andrei only ever wanted her to be comfortable with what they were doing, easing her into it seemed to do the trick. Showing her he knew what he was doing and that he was rather responsive to her words, all to put her faith that everything would be okay and she would enjoy the night. He looks at her, not even in position yet but her staying as close to him as possible as he brought up the prospect. The German-Romanian keeps her close, keep his eyes on her as he holds the padded handcuffs in one hand while the other is placed on her lower back. "You liked when I pinned your hands down last time, this will be similar to that. And if you don't like it then I'll take them off of you, okay?"

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