Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
There's no venom in her words, there never is. You wish she would be cruel, that she would pin you against the wall and spit acid in your ear, the way your nightmares of not-Mira and not-Zoey do. But her voice is soft, and her praise comes easy, and that makes her terrifying.
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Reintegrating a mind divided between human and demon for its whole existence is, inevitably, a process.
Title taken from the song Ultraviolet by Stiff Dylans.
Event: Written for Toxic Fanweek (Prompt: Betrayal)
Heads up / Warnings:
Pure Season 1 toxic behavior, heavy closet panic, Tyler being an absolute asshole, internalised homophobia, dropped slurs (the f-slur is used in an argument),
The air in Jeremy’s bedroom was suffocating, Outside, the summer crickets were a relentless, vibrating wall of noise, but inside the locked room, the only sound that mattered was the harsh, uneven friction of Tyler’s mouth against his.
Tyler didn't know how to do this softly. Every movement was driven by a frantic, suppressed panic that he refused to name. He shoved Jeremy back onto the unmade mattress, his heavy frame pinning Jeremy down as his hands tangled violently in the hem of Jeremy’s oversized black t-shirt. Tyler’s mouth came down hard, teeth scraping against Jeremy’s bottom lip with enough bruising pressure to leave the metallic taste of iron between them. Jeremy let out a choked, breathless sound, his fingers digging into the stiff fabric of Tyler’s lacrosse jacket, pulling him closer even as the rough canvas scraped against his bare ribs.
It was messy and desperate. Tyler’s hands traveled down, unbuckling Jeremy’s jeans with a rough, impatient clumsiness, his knuckles digging hard against Jeremy's hip bones. There was no ease to it; Tyler was trembling, a cocktail of teenage rage and deeply repressed terror making his movements jagged. He crowded his weight between Jeremy’s thighs, his breath hitching as he dragged his open mouth down Jeremy’s throat, leaving wet, dark marks in the hollow of his collarbone. They moved against each other in the dim, shadowed room, searching for friction through the layers of their clothes, a heavy, frustrated heat building between them that felt less like passion and more like a physical altercation. Jeremy arched up into the pressure, his eyes squeezed shut, losing himself entirely in the sheer, grounding weight of Tyler above him. It was the only time his mind went quiet.
When the frantic rhythm finally broke and the heat dissipated into the damp air, the silence returned, heavier than before. Tyler immediately scrambled backward, pulling his clothes together with a sudden, icy detachment that made Jeremy’s chest ache.
"Tyler," Jeremy breathed, sitting up slowly. His hair was a wild, tangled mess, his shirt still bunched up around his ribs, exposing his pale skin to the dim light. "Elena’s downstairs. She’s gonna leave for Bonnie’s soon."
Tyler didn't turn around. He was busy forcing his belt back through the loops, his spine rigid. "So? What do I care?"
"So, maybe we don't have to keep doing this in the dark," Jeremy said, the words spilling out before his usual apathy could stop them. He reached across the mattress, his fingers barely brushing the edge of Tyler’s shoulder. "We could just tell her. Just my sister. We wouldn't have to hide every single time we "
Tyler whipped around, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated venom. He violently slapped Jeremy’s hand away, standing up so fast the bedframes creaked.
"Are you out of your mind?" Tyler’s voice was a lethal, venomous whisper. His chest heaved, his eyes wide with a manic kind of terror that he instantly covered up with his usual arrogant sneer. "Tell Elena? Look at you, Gilbert. You’re a pathetic, burnt-out stoner who can barely look his own family in the eye. I’m the Mayor's son. I have a life. I’m not letting a freak like you ruin it because you got some delusional idea in your head. I'm not a faggot like you. This is nothing."
Jeremy froze, the word hitting him like a physical blow to the sternum, knocking the remaining air right out of his lungs. Before he could even swallow the burning lump in his throat, Tyler was already out the window, dropping silently onto the porch roof and disappearing into the summer night, leaving the bedroom freezing cold.
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The bonfire crackled and popped, throwing jagged orange sparks up into the pitch-black canopy of the woods. Music blasted from the open tailgate of someone’s truck, a thumping bass that vibrated through the dirt. The crowd was a blur of Mystic Falls high schoolers, everyone drinking out of red plastic cups, looking for an excuse to forget the small-town monotony.
Jeremy stood near the edge of the tree line, half-hidden by the shadows, a warm, sweating beer resting heavily in his hand. He wasn't drinking. His eyes were locked entirely on the center of the clearing.
Tyler was there, laughing loudly at some brainless joke Matt Donovan just made, but his arm was wrapped tightly, possessively around Vicki’s waist. It was a textbook performance. Tyler was pulling her flush against his side, his fingers digging into her hip prominently enough for every single person in their orbit to notice. Vicki was giggling, her eyes glassy and wide, clearly already high on whatever she’d managed to score earlier, her head lolling onto Tyler’s shoulder.
Jeremy clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. He knew exactly what this was. It wasn't about Vicki it was a loud, public declaration to the entire town and a direct, cruel message to Jeremy that Tyler Lockwood was exactly who everyone expected him to be. A straight, arrogant athlete with the prettiest girl from the wrong side of the tracks on his arm.
As if feeling the weight of the stare, Tyler looked up across the roaring fire. His eyes met Jeremy’s through the smoke. Instead of flinching or looking away, Tyler’s expression hardened into a smug, challenging smirk. He deliberately leaned down, catching Vicki’s chin with his hand, and kissed her deeply, turning it into a show right in Jeremy’s direct line of sight.
Jeremy felt a sickening twist of betrayal burn through his gut, hot and sharp. He didn't break eye contact. He just tipped his cup back, drained the rest of the bitter alcohol, and let the white-hot anger take the place of his hurt.
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The late afternoon rush at the Mystic Grill was finally winding down, leaving the air smelling of grease, stale coffee, and harsh floor cleaner. Jeremy stood in the shadowed hallway near the back exit, his fingers quickly slipping a small plastic baggie of blue pills into Vicki’s palm.
"Just take it easy with these, Vick," Jeremy murmured, his voice low and cautious. "Don't mix them with whatever you're drinking."
"You're a lifesaver, Jeremy," Vicki whispered, a grateful, hazy smile breaking across her face as she quickly shoved the bag into her back pocket and turned to walk back out toward the pool tables.
Jeremy didn't even have time to turn around before a heavy, bruising hand gripped the collar of his jacket and slammed him hard against the wood-paneled wall.
Tyler’s face was inches from his, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles jumped, his eyes dark with a volatile rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Gilbert? I told you to stay the hell away from my girl. Stop feeding her your trash."
"Your girl?" Jeremy spat back, a bitter, breathless laugh escaping him. He didn't flinch, staring straight into Tyler’s angry eyes, seeing right through the bravado. "You don't give a shit about Vicki, Tyler. You're just using her as a shield so nobody looks too closely at what you actually want."
Tyler’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning stark white as he looked around the empty hallway, terrified someone might walk around the corner. With a sudden, violent jerk, Tyler twisted the handle of the adjacent employee bathroom door, shoved Jeremy inside, and slammed it shut behind them, clicking the lock into place with a sharp, definitive snap
"Shut up," Tyler hissed, pinning Jeremy against the porcelain sink. "You don't know anything about me."
"I know you're a coward," Jeremy provoked, his voice rising in the cramped, tiled space, his own anger boiling over. "You're a liar, and a coward, and"
Tyler cut him off the only way he knew how by slamming his mouth down onto Jeremy’s.
The collision was brutal, fueled by pure spite and mutual resentment, but the ignition between them was instantaneous. Tyler’s hands flew to Jeremy's throat, not choking him, but holding his head steady as he tasted him with a fierce, possessive hunger that bordered on frantic. Jeremy let out a sharp gasp against Tyler's lips, his hands instantly ripping at the button of Tyler's jeans, pulling them down along with his own to get past the barrier of their clothes.
The anger turned heavy, shifting into a desperate, sweating heat in the cramped space. Tyler reached down between their crowded bodies, his fingers rough and impatient as he gripped Jeremy, his thumb rubbing hard against the tip to get him wet before wrapping his hand fully around him. Jeremy let out a low, shaky groan, his forehead dropping heavily against Tyler's shoulder, his own hand reaching down to grip Tyler in return.
They stood locked together against the sink, their breath rattling in their chests as they jerked each other off with a fast, bruising friction. There was no tenderness to it just the raw, desperate heat of their hands moving in a frantic, syncopated rhythm. Tyler’s grip was tight, punishing, his palm slick as he stroked Jeremy faster, forcing Jeremy's hips to twitch forward against his hand. Jeremy's fingers tightened around Tyler, matching the aggressive pace, his skin burning hot against Tyler's touch.
"Tyler," Jeremy choked out, his voice breaking as the friction became too intense to bear.
Tyler didn't answer, his own breathing turning into a ragged, guttural sound as he shoved his mouth back over Jeremy's to smother the noise. The pace went completely frantic, their bodies shaking under the intense, messy friction until Tyler suddenly stiffened, a heavy groan vibrating against Jeremy's lips as he came hard across Jeremy's stomach and his own hand. A second later, Jeremy broke, his body trembling violently as he came in Tyler’s grip, a quiet, shattered sob escaping his throat.
For a few agonizing minutes, the only sound in the bathroom was the steady drip of the leaky faucet and the sound of their ragged breathing. Then, the spell broke. Tyler stepped back, his face instantly closing off as he grabbed a paper towel to wipe his hands and pull his clothes back together without looking at Jeremy. His Season 1 mask snapped right back into place, cold and unbothered. He unlocked the door, stepped out into the Grill without a single backward glance, and left Jeremy alone in the dark, shivering against the sink.
there’s a child that hides, and the stars, they call out to their runaway bride
"I didn't want it," Daniel whispers beside her. Margaret turns her head and his hair is as long as it was when he was a child, dark strands whipped by the wind. She looks down at her own hand, fingers entangled with his, stretched between the tables. "I didn't want it, it hurts."
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This is not a martyrdom, martyrdoms are chosen.
Title taken from the song Indigo by Katherine Priddy.
Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
"They're dead." Chacón's voice is soft, ghostly. "They're dead, aren't they?" She squints at the sky outside like she's expecting to shift in shade and texture, a fresh shade of blue crawling through the window. Long limbs, pricked ears, eyes bright in welcome. "We killed them."
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Or, Trudy and Paz in the wake of the unspeakable.
@toxic-relationships-week 2026- Alt Prompt (as its own fill)
Their Sacred Vow
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for mention of both intimate whumper and rape
Author's note: This is sometime in the courting years? Idk when, but after a random moment of "affection" from Agar to Evangeline
Evangeline
"I don't know why he does this." Irina commented as she sorted the gifts. "He's such a bastard, Leena. I don't know why you put up with it as much as you do."
Evangeline sighed. "You know I have to," she said quietly, holding one of the new necklaces in her hands, staring at it without seeing it. "And he… he does care. In his own way. Like the note says, he's sorry for-"
"Raping you."
Evangeline flinched, the necklace fallen from her hands to the floor.
"Sorry, let me." Irina crouched, taking the necklace and other jewelry boxes away from Evangeline. She looked at her with such a soft and kind expression, Evangeline felt pain in her heart. "But, really, Leena. With what you've… you can get out. It'll be hard, but-"
"No, I can’t."
They both knew that. They did. And fantasizing about a make believe possibility wouldn't change a thing. They…
"He does love me." Evangeline whispered, a tear tracing down her cheek. "They do, or he does. I know they do. Deep down. But… I…" She looked back at all the gifts as her chest tightened. "I mean, they don't spend money on me that often, so… so they must… why would they otherwise?" she whispered, her voice shaking. She turned back to her lady's maid, almost frantic. "Why else… They do love me… right?"
So I am really late but I love the concept of toxic relationships and I really want to write for it can I still do that even though the days have passed
go for it! I'll be active on here for a little while longer to reblog late entries! I don't plan to close the ao3 collection until July, so there’s plenty of time.
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for partner abuse and degrading language
Author's note: middle-ish of the Courting Years; we love to hate this absolute douchebag
Evangeline
She held back a shudder as Prince Thomas put his hands around her waist.
"Smile, dear." he said, his teeth bared and his eyes sharp on hers. "We're engaged. You should be happy."
Happy about a forced arranged marriage she never wanted nor desired? Perhaps when she died. Or had children to look after instead of a husband like him.
Her mouth could barely form the shape as he danced with her around the ballroom. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she said in a dull tone, "I apologize, your highness. My nerves have been acting up lately."
His laugh made her stomach curdle. "Yes, I'm sure they have been. Are you still waiting for a certain dragon princess to come and carry you away?"
Evangeline stiffened before she could catch herself. She made sure to lower her eyes. "I don't know what you mean, your highness. I-"
She let out a strangled yelp as his hand clenched on her waist, aggravating the wounds underneath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to step on your foot there." he laughed as people nearby looked their way.
Then he was swiftly pulling her out of the ballroom, making jokes and conversation to anyone they passed so rapidly she couldn't keep up. Once alone, he slammed her against the wall. He ignored her cut off cry of pain, his hand muffling her mouth.
"Listen here, you little cunt," he snarled, wings puffing and out around them both. "I know full well you were forced into this arrangement. And I warn you, any funny business with that red-haired bitch and I will make you regret it." He smirked. "But, if you behave…" He was beginning to lift her skirts- "I will treat you very well." His body pressed her more against the wall. She could feel her wings bending painfully under the pressure. "Understood, sweetheart?"
Evangeline nodded, her mouth still covered.
"Good girl. Now," Somehow he managed to sneer and smirk at the same time. "Let's see if Agar was right about what he told me. I don't think he'll be mad if I take a quick sample of my future property, do you?"
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for sibling abuse and manipulation
Author's note: sometime in the Courting Years; really wanted to write another one with Rosanna (her "stepsister"), since I have so few of them interacting so far
Evangeline
"Um, what are you doing here?"
Evangeline froze, flinching slightly at the sneer in Rosanna's voice. "You… asked me to come here?" she says quietly. Her eyes dart around at the group of women with her stepsister. She resisted the urge to hug herself under the weight of their smirks.
"I did?" Rosanna laughed, high and nasally. "Oh, please. Honestly, Leelee, I know you’re lonely, but you don't have to lie about it. Why would I have asked you to come join me or my friends anywhere? It's not like you're the life of the party. Just a stick in the mud nosey."
Her jaw quivered as Rosanna and her friends began to laugh.
"W-well, you said, last night, that…" She trailed off, second guessing herself at her stepsister's pitying look and the disbelief on the others' faces. "I thought that…"
"Oh, Leelee," Rosanna came over to her, pity thick in her voice and pouting face as she put her hands on Evangeline's arms. "I'm so sorry for your misunderstanding. But, you can make it up to me!" She grinned, all her perfectly white teeth flashing. "We're short a servant for today because Torel caught a nasty cold. How about you go about serving everyone before you can come join us, alright?"
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, but made an effort to smile. "Yes, um, sure. Yeah. I- I can do that." she croaked.
Rosanna beamed at her. "Great! Now, make sure you don’t spill wine on yourself this time. We don't need you to be ruining one of your-" she looks Evangeline up and down before smiling again, pity re-entering her voice, "second-best dresses again."
She felt her face burn bright red as Rosanna flounced back off to join her friends. Her hands shook, but she pushed her feelings down as she went and retrieved a serving tray.
'This is fine. You're okay. It's just some drinks.'
And everything was fine until the third drink she served. As she moved to the next of her stepsister's guests, she felt what felt like another foot hook on hers as she passed by. Down she went, the tray of drinks with her. In an effort to catch herself or the drinks, they spilled on her, half of the glasses shattering or breaking on the floor.
All of them shrieked, scattering away from the mess, pushing her further into it in the process.
"Oh, Leelee, I told you to be careful!" She heard Rosanna sigh as some servants came over to help mop up the mess. "Come along, ladies. I'm so very sorry for my sister. She's just so clumsy! Let's go out to the terrace. It's much more peaceful outside."
Evangeline didn't even bother to look up or to hurry in helping to clean herself or the mess. She stayed with the servants, who all gave her a wide berth as she began to cry.
She didn't know why she even bothered to try and join in. She'd been so sure Rosanna had been offering for her to be a part of their group, but… clearly she had been wrong.
So… so wrong.
Eventually she gathered herself up, apologized to the servants, and retreated back to her room.
Summery: Elijah and Aurora didn't exactly want to be together, they were wrapped into a contract by Finn and The Count and it seems they only had each other to lean on each other with the mess of the relationship, the others they care for seemed just as annoyed. [Tristan/Elijah and Aurora/Klaus reference as well]
CW: Arranged Marriage, Cheating, there is a sexual scene in this one near the end(marked out with '#####'), plus, blood/biting kink(come on they're vampires)
WC: 3030
[Masterlist]
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Elijah stared at his brother when he'd informed him of the decision. "You must be joking."
"It makes sense. The count told us it was likely end with us able to stay here this way. It was you or Rebekah." He said. "And the Count wanted our sister. And I imagine Tristan wouldn't like if Rebekah did have a child with the man."
"You shouldn't have sold Either of us into a marriage!"
"You're far over marriage age Elijah. Take it and we can have a home for a while."
"I-"
"Elijah." He said sharply, far too much like Mikael which made him fall silent immediately.
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"I am to marry... Elijah?" Aurora asked her father horrified, and she could see the blazing anger in Tristan's eyes.
"Father, he's not... optimal." Tristan tried before she could.
"Of course he is, Elijah can hunt, social keeps up, and you've noticed him with his siblings, he can handle our Aurora." The count waved off his children's obvious distaste. "Now, I have arranged a party for announcement. I believe Lord Finn is informing his brother. The announcement will be tomorrow during the party. And a ceremony the day after. The servants will be setting your new joined rooms as of tomorrow." He said calmly. "I will remind you, Aurora, as your brother has no current prospects, you are the current one in need to produce an heir."
"Father-" Aurora tried to start.
"Understand?"
"...Yes, father."
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Elijah and Aurora could both feel Klaus and Tristan's icy glares as there hands joined as they were declared legally bound.
Elijah hoped to have his brother on his side, to be able to talk to him, that he hadn't wanted to do this, but it seemed that idea wasn't exactly going to be possible. And Tristan was out of the question, he did certainly love the man, which he would never admit aloud, but he was raised to be true to a promise and a marriage was just that, so how was he meant to complain to his love about his life with his Wife, who was the mans Sister. And his sister glared with accusations of him 'stealing' her friend before he'd even attempted to talk to her.
Aurora thought her brother would understand, but he'd gone cold quickly after the conversation with their father, and she wasn't sure why, and it seemed Niklaus had also found out because he hadn't attempted to visit her or even so much as looked at her since. Rebekah had met with her but any time she'd tried to mention Elijah Rebekah hadn't allowed her to and changed the topic to her dress, jewels... anything but the fact she was about to have to spend the rest of her life with the man.
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It was almost a month later, when they were in their shared room, he'd pressed a soft kiss to her temple when he'd reached for something by her. He had come to care for her in... a sort of way, and the small affection wasn't something he thought of. Not meant as directly a romantic action, something he'd have done with Tatia, his mother, Rebekah and even Tristan. He hadn't even thought when he did it.
As he stepped away from her she'd turned and the next moment the vase by her was thrown at him. Neither of them really took in the words she'd shouted because it went shockingly silent when the vase hit him, the shining quartz broke and slice a cut across his jaw. Her hands came up to cover her mouth with a gasp.
Elijah's hand raised to the cut in surprise, slightly aware he probably could have moved, he didn't know why he didn't. "It was not meant to hit you." She told him. She quickly grabbed her napkin and moved to him to dab at the blood.
"I know." He said and carefully took her hand. He tried to step away but she followed, her eyes locked on the wound as it healed. Then she was distracted as she let out a cry of pain and they both looked down to see she was stood directly on the sharp broken fragments.
Elijah picked her up and sat her on the bed, quickly. "I will not kiss you again if you do not wish for that. But I can clean your wounds without you throwing something, can I not?" He asked, with a slightly playful smile. He could smell the blood, he wanted it cleaned, wrapped and done as soon as possible.
She just nodded, he quickly found a new cloth and was knelt in front of her, one knee raised as he rest her heel on it. He carefully brushed away blood and carefully removed any of the stone that still dug into her skin and carefully wrapped both carefully.
He looked up at her about to ask if she was okay but her hand moved to his jaw. She traced over the place he should still be bleeding, but he wasn't. "How..." She said and dug one of her nails in and recreated the wound. He hissed and pulled back but her hand moved into his hair to make him go still as she focused on the wound and watched as it healed in fascination. "How do you do that?" He stared at her in silence, unsure how to answer and she tugged at his hair. "I am entitled to know what it is my husband can do. It may affect our children!" She said and he swallowed lightly.
"I am a beast." He said carefully. "I heal fast, I'm also stronger and faster than a human."
"That is all that is different?"
"No. But I do not wish to talk about anything else at this moment." He said simply. "You wish to actually have a child with me?"
"It is expected."
"You have avoided my touch in bed after our first night. Even ones not leading to anything carnal."
"I did not enjoy having you above me."
"You realise there is more ways then that. I... believed you would prefer to be more covered from the others."
"Stop trying to seem caring! It is annoying, I want to hate you."
"I know." He said softly. "You can hate me, but hating me and having a child with me seem to rather clash." He drawled. "You do realise I was not part of this agreement either?" He asked her. "My brother took away my right to have a choice." He told her. "I... cared for another, as you did. If you need-" He stopped moved a hand to hers where it still tugged at his hair, though mostly thoughtlessly now, "if you need to hurt me, have more control to be happy in our relationship, whatever makes our contract more comfortable." He told her. "We can figure that out if you wish."
"You'd let me take control?"
"I can let someone take control in private." He told her.
"Is that what happened with the one you cared for? She had control?"
"... He did." He nodded and she looked at him in surprise.
"Oh." She blinked for a moment. "So, you prefer the company of men, that-"
"I like the company of women, as well. But, I happened to fall for a man."
"I see. I like your brother." She told him.
"I know." He nodded.
"Who do you like?"
"... Your brother."
Aurora hummed lightly and her hand moved to his night shirt then pulled him up and kissed him the next moment. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he returned the kiss and allowed her to push him around until she was on the bed.
She pressed her hands to his chest and he looked up at her as she straddled his waist. "You slept with my brother?"
"...Yes, and I'm aware you slept with mine."
"Mhmm, so you won't be offended if I'm thinking of him."
"While I would prefer you not to, just don't call me his name." He said and she smiled.
"You like me."
"I think you're a slightly immature brat, but I do care for you."
"You can't say that to me!" She said in shock.
"You're my wife," he said as he sat up, his lips brushed hers as he continued, "I can say what I like." She huffed, the hand on his chest moved to his throat and kiss him again as she pushed him to the sheets once more.
He groaned softly and returned the kiss, his hands moved over her thighs, under her night dress as she started to pull at his clothes.
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"You didn't explain just how beastly you all were! That you could change others!" Aurora said as she ran into their room. She looked both angry and frightened as she glared at him.
"What happened?" He asked her immediately.
"Lucien and Klaus... then Rebekah's face changed." Elijah nodded slowly. "Show me." She demanded.
"It scared you-"
"Show. Me." She repeated.
He pursed his lips but then his eyes went dark, red and black, and veins crawled under his eyes. She stepped back for a moment then moved forward again, her hand raised to his face. Her thumb pushed at his lips to make him show off his fangs.
Her thumb ran over a fang and cut her thumb, his hand caught her wrist. The features faded but his lips wrapped around her thumb for just a moment before he let go and was suddenly on the other side of the room.
"We survive on Blood, Aurora. I need you to be Careful." He said gritted out.
"You want to bite me?" He looked at her annoyed. "Would you kill me?"
"Aurora. Leave it alone."
"No, you want-" She gasped in shock as her back hit the wall, his hands tight on her arms as his beastly features were on show once more. Her eyes were wide and his eyes fell to her throat as her heart beat slammed in her chest, her blood rushed intoxicatingly through her veins. He leaned closer, she felt his breath on her throat and a whimper past her lips. Her eyes slammed closed, but just as he seemed about to bite there was a rush of cold air. As she opened her eyes he was just gone.
She took in a slow shaky breath and she slipped to the ground.
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Elijah didn't know how why he ended up in Tristan's room, well, he did but he was denying it. Tristan entered a moment later. "You are not meant to visit me like this anymore, Elijah." He told him.
"I needed to see you."
"Oh?"
"You do not run from my beast." He told him and looked up at him from where he was sat on the edge of his head. "You could Control me." He said quietly.
"I see." He said and placed a hand under his jaw and his thumb ran over his jawline lightly. "What did you do, my darling monster?"
"I almost bit her." He said honestly. "I did not, I do not wish to harm her... but I almost did." He added quietly. "You need to show her how to handle me."
"She doesn't know she needs to use a rougher hand with yet, does she? I could-"
"I am married. I cannot break that vow." He told him.
"No, instead you've come to me wanting a punishment but you're too scared to ask for it." Tristan said dryly.
"No, that's not-" He cut himself off and pushed to his feet but Tristan's hand wrapped in his hair before he could fully do so and forced him to sit once more. "You and Aurora are too alike." He said through gritted teeth.
"You do look so pretty with my hand in your hair, I'm sure Aurora thought the same." He said simply.
"I need to go back to my own room, let go of me." He told him, strained.
"Back to my sister after you almost bit her?"
"My wife." He said calmly.
Tristan's hand tightened again. "She is my sister first."
"By what law?"
Tristan looked annoyed and he slapped him hard. Elijah's eyes closed over a moment taking a shaky breath then looked up at him. He caught Tristan's hand, dragged it away and stood.
"I don't need a punishment. I've already been forced into a relationship, a Marriage, I didn't choose this. Nor did she. We are each others punishments." He told him, calmer then just moments before. "Please do remember that's the situation when you look like you wish your god would smite me." He told him in annoyance. "Goodnight, Tristan."
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He got to his room and found Aurora still on that space on the floor. He carefully slid to sit at her side. "I should not have done that." He said and moved a hand to her shoulders. "I give you my word, as long as I am sworn to you, I will never harm you." She shifted to lean into his side, silently. He didn't react until he heard her cry softly and wrapped his arms around her to hold her closer.
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"You almost bit Aurora!!?" Rebekah snapped as she found him.
"I see she found comfort in informing you." He said. "Aurora cut her finger on my teeth, being curious because she saw You change. As well as Niklaus and Lucien feeding." He told her. "I was alone, she seemed determined to focus on the Biting." He said, "I had a lapse of control, that I fixed. Work and focus on your own."
Rebekah glared at him. "She is my friend. Do not Eat her."
"I will not do anything to her that she does not want." He told her simply.
"Ugh, Try not to be weird, Elijah."
"Marriages come with more then the titles." He said almost amused. "You are not so prudish when Kol or Klaus talk openly."
"But you are You." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Just- Be nice to Aurora. She's too good for you."
"You remember you're my sister, do you not?"
"Yes. I do." She shrugged it off.
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Aurora surprised Elijah after a couple of nights of her being away from their room by tripping him onto the bed, and already claimed his lips in a heated kiss before he could even greet her.
She tugged at his collar and the next moment he let out a small cry as she bit down. She was like them now, the question of why was forgotten as she continued to feed, his hand just moved into her hair, his lips parted. Pain and pleasure swam for focus. It was almost addictive and he didn't want her to stop. He barely held back a whine when she did finally pull back, but then she kissed him again as she clawed at his clothes. So she left small lines of blood over his chest.
He tugged at her dress and she broke the kiss to let him pull it off, his hands traced over her side and moved up, "may I?" He asked softly, his eyes traced down to her throat then back up to her eyes.
Aurora seemed pleased as he looked at her, almost pleading, hopeful. "Hmm, you can taste." She told him, "but I expect something in return." She said.
He tilted his head for a moment, then flipped their positions and lay her across the bed. He pressed soft kisses down her throat, chest and stomach and moved one of her legs over his shoulder. His hand traced over the other thigh slowly, listening as he breath caught.
He hummed pleased and turned to press a kiss the thigh closest to him as his hand carefully teased over her. Then, he slowly, circled over her clit and she bit down on her lip.
Her hand shifted into his hair about to complain about how teasing he was being but, as she was about to tug at his hair, his fingers pushed into her and he bit down on her thigh. He echoed her moan as blood rushed over his tongue. His fingers thrust slowly in time as he circled her clit with his thumb, her hips rocked against him.
After a while he pulled away from her thigh and the slower, teasing movement stopped as she pulled his hair again as his tongue moved over her with his fingers and just drew her closer to him.
She moaned and her hand tightened in his hair, his free hand had to grip at her leg as they went to close around him. Then moved over her waist and refused to pull away as she started to shake, in fact his movements sped up and fingers curled so he could get the louder responses until she came hard over his tongue and he finally let her pull him away and pulled him up to kiss her slowly.
"You're so pretty when you taste like me." She told him as the kiss broke. "Do I taste good?" She teased.
"Addictive." He told her simply. "Like everything about you." He told her.
"And my brother?"
"Hmm, it must be a de Martel thing. You both are."
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"Have you slept with Tristan since?" Aurora asked as she was lay against his chest, as the sun started to rise.
"No. I'm married, We're married." He told her. "We should be true to one another." He said and looked to her. She looked slightly upset... guilty? "You slept with Klaus. That's where you've been." He said carefully and tried not to feel hurt. He knew he wasn't the one she wanted. It shouldn't hurt him that she slept with Klaus.
"You should too. We should be more... open." She tried. "It can be all four of us?" She tried.
"How recently before you came to sleep with me were you with him?"
She shrugged, "a few hours." She said honestly.
"...Right." He sighed.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No... I shouldn't be." He corrected himself. "You cared for my brother first. " He said simply. "I just thought we had an understanding."
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for implied parental figure abuse and manipulation
Author's note: placed maybe mid or towards the end of the Courting Years, clearly before she and Callisto wed
Evangeline
After a week, Evangeline had given up. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep holding out hope.
They were right.
When it came down to it, Callisto didn't love her. She knew that. They both did. The whole thing was a ploy anyway. And she couldn't keep pretending it was a real solution anymore.
No matter what, she was entering a loveless marriage. At least one with Prince Thomas was guaranteed, as he had her parents' blessing, and Callisto… Callisto wouldn't even answer her letters now, it seemed.
She'd been foolish to hope for anything more than her parents' plans for her life.
It was better if she stopped wasting time and gave in to the inevitable.
So when Agar came to her that night, she was ready for him, head bowed as she sat on the edge of her bed.
"I'll do it." she said, her voice dull and quiet. "I will marry Prince Thomas."
Her heart thudded in her chest as he remained silent. Did he not believe her? For once, she was even telling the truth. If he didn't believe her, then-
His steps echoed against the floor. His hand gripped her jaw, lifting it up so they met eyes. He smiled down at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm proud of you, my little dove." he said, golden eyes warm as he stroked her cheek. "So very proud of you."
That one sliver of praise made her shudder with a sob of relief as she leaned into the softness of his touch. "Thank you, father." she whispered.
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for parental figure abuse and manipulation
Author's note: idk when this would be in the Courting Years, but probably sometime after she gets a pep talk from Gareth to confront her parents/guardians. It... predictably does not go well.
Evangeline
She was proud of herself, for once. She'd said her piece, stood up for herself and hadn't shaken once.
Her eyes remained hard as she stared her parents down.
Neither had reacted yet. Or shown any emotion. She did her best not to let that get to her.
"So," Agar drawled, leaning forward and propping his arms up on the desk, hands folded under his beard. "Say you follow through with your plan. Say the alliance believes you, a barely out of your drawstrings young girl, over us, two reputable and trustworthy members of their number. Disregarding your past poor behavior and lack of social competency, somehow you manage to 'free' yourself from our home, our family. Then what will you do?"
She froze, breath catching.
No.
He was just trying to intimidate her. Manipulate her. She needed to stay strong.
"Agar is right, girl." Natalia fixed her with a sharp gaze and sneer. "You have no allies but a lowly bodyguard and a measly lady's maid. Yes, you are friends with that young Stalrid boy, but he is just that. Young. As are you. Not to mention the Queen Dowager Stalrid and I are of an understanding after your interactions with her granddaughter when you were children. So," She stood, gripping Evangeline's chin in her hand. "Answer your father, girl. What will you do if you somehow succeed in your plans?"
Evangeline wanted to smack her hand away. To regain that confidence. That… that power she had had just mere seconds ago.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't think of an argument.
Because they were right.
She had nowhere to go. No one really to turn to that could guarantee her anything, let alone safety or a place to live. She wasn’t a noble. She was barely even a mage.
She was nothing.
Her shoulders sagged as her head dropped when Natalia let go.
"There we are. Just how you should be. Trapped and defeated in your golden cage." Natalia said before tugging on her ear and making her yelp. "Try this again and you'll regret it." she hissed, then let go.
Evangeline stumbled. She made the mistake of looking up at Agar when she found her balance.
He was smiling at her, his cold golden eyes roaming up and down her body. "It's such a pity the world doesn't know you’re just your mother's bastard." he sighed. His teeth flashed as he smiled again. "But not to worry, little dove. You'll always have a place here. Well, as long as you follow our rules and direction. Then we'll keep taking good care of you. Understood?"
She bowed her head. Rubbing her now tender ear, she mumbled, "Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. I understand."
"Good girl." Agar praised her and she could still hear that smile in his voice. "Now, run along back to your room. Natalia and I must discuss your punishment, among other things."
With one last nod, she scurried back into the hall, doing her best not to start bawling before she returned to her quarters.
Damn it.
Damn it all to hell.
She wasn't even halfway across the palace before the dam broke.
Natalia was right.
She'd never be anything more than a little bird trapped in a golden cage.
Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.
"You--" Julie tries to squirm away, but the roots hold her tight, the flowers gazing down at her stonily. "You bet your bottom, it is!" She tries to laugh, but it comes out just a bit too high-pitched, raw and strangled. "This is a suuuper fun prank, but mind letting me up?"
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Home doesn't like it when their neighbors keep secrets.
Title taken from the song Green Green Grass by George Ezra.
~Disclaimer for all drabbles- none are considered 100% canon; the more recently made, the closer they are to canon, but these are mostly for fun for me to figure out the characters+plot!~
TW/CW for religious trauma, manipulation from a trusted authority figure, and conversion therapy (discussion of rape and being gaslight about it)
Author's note: This is also early in the courting years when Evangeline goes to the palace priest for advice and help; this also got... much longer than I planned it to, lol; whump be whumpy
Evangeline
"Father Gerrit? May I… may I speak with you in private? Please?"
He turned and smiled at Evangeline, the warmth in his eyes filling her with hope. "Why yes, of course, my dear child. If you could just wait in my office, I will be right with you."
She curtsied and went to do just that. Her nerves twisted inside her as she sat on the lone couch in the room. Pulling her handkerchief out of her pocket, she fiddled with it as she waited.
Surely she wouldn't get in trouble for this? After all, Agar and Natalia approved of Father Gerrit. They trusted him, as she did. If he told them what they were doing was improper or reprehensible, they would listen. Or if they didn't, she knew she could turn to him for safety. After all, she had spent much of her time in the palace chapel when she wasn't finding solace in the library.
Father Gerrit had always been a kind and understanding man. Surely he would know what to do now that she was faced with this horrible turn of events.
She stood to her feet as the door opened.
"Oh, please, no need to do that, your highness. Please, sit, sit!" His wing came over her own as he sat down beside her. "Now, what troubles you, my child?"
Evangeline stared down at her lap, her hands still twisted around her handkerchief. "F-father Gerrit, I…" Her throat felt tight. "I was raped. On my eighteenth birthday."
"Oh, my dear sweet girl, come here." He gathered her into a hug as she began to sob. He held her, rubbing her back under her wings and murmuring soft comforts into her hair.
When she had calmed, he pulled back, a hand on her arm. "Who did this to you, my child? We will find justice for them, don't you worry."
Relief and hope filled her chest. He believed her. Oh, he believed her! "It was… it was Agar. It was my father."
She didn't know if he knew the truth of her birth. Although, if anyone did, it would most likely be him, besides the healers in the palace. But she still didn't want to cause more confusion only saying his name, just in case. Everything was already so confusing.
Her confusion only mounted as Father Gerrit only frowned at her. No anger. No protective defensiveness like he had been showing. No, he also looked confused now.
"I see… and what makes you believe you were raped? By your own father?" he asked her slowly.
Her hands began to shake again. "He… he was alone in my room. He held me down, he- he did-" She couldn't say it. Not when he was looking at her with a plain frown.
"Did your father give you a reason for his actions? Or did he say nothing?"
Her face burned. "He- he spoke of-" She swallowed hard again. "He and Natalia found the letters. The ones I confessed to you about."
His eyebrows raised. "You did not burn them?"
Shame filled her as she shook her head, her gaze lowered with his scolding.
"Well, then he did not rape you, child. He was merely following my advice as to best correct your transgressions."
Her heart stopped.
Ice trickled down her spine.
Father Gerrit smiled sadly at her. "I am sorry, my dear Evangeline. But something had to be done. You were going down a path that is not easily remedied without help. So, I spoke to Agar when it seemed you were reluctant to heed my direction back to a virtuous life. I trust Agar told you the truth of your parentage before he took action to correct you?"
A small nod.
"Then everything is as it should be." He smiled brightly at her. "It will be difficult, but I assure you, this is the best path forward. I had of course hoped it would not come at the cost of your virginity. However, I am sure your future husband will understand and be happy with the results when the time for correction has been concluded."
Evangeline just… sat there. Numb. She stared at Father Gerrit.
She had confided in him. Confessed to him. Told him everything over the years, just as she had only told Nari and Irina her deepest and darkest secrets. And now…
How could he?!
"I… I think I should take my leave now. Thank you, Father Gerrit, for your… audience."
She stood to leave, but when she reached the door handle, it would not turn. It was… locked?
"Ah, yes, I was unsure if our conversation would take this turn, so I took precaution beforehand." She felt him loom behind her, the heat of his body against her wings and back. His hand covered hers on the doorknob. "It seems I must aid in Agar's efforts to bring you back into the path of righteousness. Now…" His breath brushed against her ear. "Shall we begin, your highness?"
Summery: Silas wasn't the one who woke Amara, it was Qetsiyah, but she made sure it was in a lovely set up home. Remore, surrounded by forest and somewhere that she won't just run. Then she told Amara that Silas had moved on, took the cure and died with his newest love.
CW: Gaslighting, Isolation
WC: 720
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When Qetsiyah stepped back through the veil to the living world once more she was far to aware that Silas was still very much a one track minded man. So rather then seek him or his newer shadow out, she went to the woman they had both loved.
She took her to a home that was as removed as they could be from this modern world as she could, so it was just Them, so no one could find them. Not Silas, his mirrors, or Amara's and certainly not the Travellers who had carted her around for all these years. The ones that descended from those that Killed her.
She rather liked the small home she'd found, and set up, she looked around as she made sure everything was perfect, fire lit, curtains closed, bed made, seats set and kitchen in perfect shape before she reached for a knife. She cut carefully into her wrist and raised it to Amara's statue like lips, watched as the grey stone like skin cracked and cleared out for Amara's perfect olive skin. A gentle hand came up to hers as she continued to drink until Amara's fluttered open. Then the almost tired eyes went wide and she fell back, her eyes went wide and doe like as she stared up at her in horror.
"Amara," Qetsiyah started with a sigh and then held a hand out, "I woke you because he's Gone. You and I are all that's left, and I would like to at least keep You now he's not here to ruin it again. And you can't take him again."
"Y-you-"
"Take my hand and stand." She said sharply.
Amara flinched but shakily reached out and took the hand and Qetsiyah dragged her to her feet. "Silas is gone?"
"Yes. He found a love in one of your little shadows, took the cure and died with her." She told her and moved a hand to her cheek, "he's not a good man, my dear, it seems he has a wild heart, he just liked your pretty face, not who you were."
"He said-"
"Many things, and he promised me to marry me and to spend eternity together, he broke those promises too, remember?" She told her and wiped the tear that fell. She could certainly understand the heartbreak. But she also knew and remembered when her heartbreak leant towards anger so much faster than Amara's seemed to. "I'm here though, my dear Amara, we share our heartbreak, as we have shared many other things." She said. Amara was still shaky, fearful, and Qetsiyah tried not to take the slightest pride in that, "how about I tell you my promise? I'm finding a way to stop the pain I caused you, you'll never have to feel another of them again." She told her.
Amara's eyes went shockingly wide, "you are?" Hope, disbelief and desperation waring on her face.
"I am. It is not an Apology," she said purposefully, "you hurt me. But I believe you've perhaps learned your lesson, you wouldn't turn on me again, would you?"
"No." Amara said quickly, and Qetsiyah smiled brightly.
"That's what I thought. You'll just have to be patient with me."
"But I'll be... free?"
"Of course." She nodded in agreement and Amara gave a slightly unsure smile.
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Amara perked up as Qetsiyah returned, and Qetsiyah almost smiled. "Did you find what you need?" Amara asked. It had been a long day, memory of the pain from ghostly touches still waved through her body.
"I'm close." Qetsiyah told her gently, "it seems people have decided to hide somethings from me." She told her and moved to her, ignoring the flinch as she moved a hand to her jaw and leaned to kiss her chastely. "We'll get there though. You know I'm making sure you get your deserved end."
Amara nodded softly, "of course." She agreed gently. Amara's eyes fell to her lips for a moment, maybe once it was all over, those kisses would feel more euphoric, she really wanted to kiss her without wanting to pull away. And there was the want, and hint of happiness that blended into the shaking fear every time she reached for her.
She was so glad her dear Qetsiyah had forgiven her.
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