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Control (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader NSFW)

SHORT, I KNOW, BUT I WANT YOU GUYS TO KNOW THAT I AM BACK AND I AM ALIVE AND LOVE YOU ALL. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT. <3 THIS IS ALMOST SMUT, BUT IM A P*SSY. //

You had known it for a long time, and you had witnessed it in the time you had spent with him, that Elijah Mikaelson had a love for three things; family, you, and the ability to be able to control a situation.

Watered down and taken into context, by some sense, Elijah loved control.

Perhaps that was part of what made this relationship of yours work so well, because even though he never had too, if he really wanted too, Elijah could very well control you.

The day had been an exhausting one for the original, as every day passed and he had to keep the reigns tight on his brother, Klaus, sometimes he pushed harder than he could pull. The exhaustion, and the exertion of trying to mediate the situations that plagued the town of New Orleans put a strain on the older Mikaelson, and in that, it sometimes would put a strain on your relationship.

Tonight, Elijah lay above the covers on the bed the two of you shared, it was red like velvet but shiny with a silken fabric, with more pillows than anyone could ever need, however he insisted that your comfort was worth it. His head lay against one of the throw pillows, fluffing his hair against the fabric as he looked up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his beautiful, un-aging face.

His legs dangled over the edge of the bed, the gale flowing through the open window of the upstairs balcony breezed past his bare feet and traveled up his pants leg. His torso was bare, though on his arms he still wore his ring, and a hefty watch.

A few feet away from him, in the master bathroom, you were just stepping out from the shower. You stepped from the granite and to the fuzzy bath mat, where your feet felt the softness between your currently pink toes from the nature of a shower. You tried to look into the mirror, but the steam that had collected on the glass blocked your bare apparition. You wrapped yourself in a towel and open the bathroom door, where you found your spouse laying down, motionlessly looking at the ceiling.

“There’s my man. Are you waiting for me?” You asked, jokingly, you heard him almost inaudibly chuckle. Or try too, at least.

You walked over to the vanity and sat down on the porcelain white stool, moisturizing your lips and watching Elijah from the mirror that you could actually see through. You noticed he would every once in a while poke his head up like an awkward turtle and watch you as you continue to prod around at your face. You plucked your eyebrows, checked for acne, and applied a night cream to your face. When the person you love is immortal, anti-aging remedies might as well be your best friend.

“Elijah, you’re so tuckered out, what happened today?” You asked him from the stool, you heard him grunt as he rolled over on the bed. You were disappointed in not being able to look as his chest any longer.

“Niklaus is his abrasiveness. Never in all my years have I found someone more tenacious than that brother of mine.” He complained, his lips formed another frown as he spoke, his eyebrows knit themselves into a furrow and you could feel the tiredness radiating off of him.

“Sometimes I feel like you would be better off just hitting the high road, leaving him to his own devices. Honestly, do you want to be here when New Orleans burns to the ground when your brother is holding the matchbox?” You said to him, he agreed to a sense, of course, however you and him both knew no matter how much he concurred he would never leave Niklaus, or what would become his niece, or even Hailey for that matter. You loved that about him however you loathed that this was his reality.

“You know it isn’t that easy, (Y/N). It’s so much more than that.” Elijah began, and although usually you would of been very open to listen and agree upon the things he was saying, for some reason tonight his quickness to comply to his brother’s sick games had drained all your sympathy.

“It just- nevermind.” You quickly stopped yourself from saying what your mind wanted too, you made a quick grab for your bathrobe and wrapped yourself in it, quickly making your way toward the balcony. Elijah blocked your way to the door and you touched his chest like it was the door knob.

“Finish that sentence, darling.” Elijah told you, kindly, almost like it was an offer. You gulped, noticing how he towered over you in stature. A shadow casted darkly over one side of his face. “Go on then.” He persisted.

“Well, it just seems to me that sometimes this comes across- this compliance- it’s like you’re just giving in- I guess it can be seen as... cowardice.” The way your sentences became choppy made it clear to Elijah that you were intimidated. Normally, he would detest this type of reaction, however the day had worn him down to perhaps a deeper, more glowering desire.

Elijah’s frown shifted abruptly into a sharp-toothed smile, his laugh was specifically sullen and low. His husky, masculine voice was booming and it sent shivers down your spine. It was terrifying... and alluring.

“Might I remind you, (Y/N), that to a sense, Niklaus has some powerful advantages over even me? And love, I am an original. Below that, I am a vampire. I had lived a hundred of your lives, (Y/N).” He began, he took a step forward and you took a step back. You were transfixed in his captivating brown eyes. He continued. “In every one of those lives, I have seen death, some of those at my hand. I have ripped out the bleeding, beating hearts of man and tasted from a fountain of a cut throat, and enjoyed it. It was for pleasure, (Y/N).” Soon, you found that you could back up no more, as you on the edge of your bed and he was nearly leaning over you. You watched at how your words affected him, you wondered how long you had been wavering over this button before you finally gave it a push.

“Besides my brother, I could kill anything and anyone in New Orleans, and that includes you, my love.” His rough hand and coarse fingers lifted your chin and forced you to continue to say captivated in his eyes. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had left to say your next sentence.

“But you wouldn’t.” You told him, barely above a whisper. A flame flickered in his eyes, but you recalled now that it was just the reflection of the candle.

Elijah’s lips crashed into yours like high tide against a bracing beach, you fell back against the bed and let your elbows prop up your body, as Elijah came on too you. Your arms eventually fell against the mattress and the original was now formally above you. You let out a breathy mumble against his lips as your hands moved to his hips.

“Since those days..” Elijah finished his speech from earlier, before it would eventually leave the minds of you both. He placed a wet, sloppy kiss against your jaw and let his hand frame your face. “I’ve found better pleasures..” He licked the sensitive part of your neck. “More kind comforts.” You began to want him even more as you felt your robe starting to slide from your body. You gazed at him hungrily.

“I suppose if I’m cowardly, then you must be patient.” He grumbled against your skin, his hot breath made you dizzy. His hands now snaked down your body. “But never fear, my love. I know how much you hate waiting.”

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feelsgoodink · 5 years

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👋 hi r u okay? I’m sorry if I’m bothering u but u haven’t been active lately I worried

Thank you for asking about me! I've been going through some rough time and I've had practice for my school drama program. I'm working on getting some writing up!! 💕💕 It makes me happy to see that people care about me

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feelsgoodink · 6 years

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Anon from earlier I sent a request in for Elijah or Klaus comforting reader from a horrible week that got her really down I know I had more in the original request but can’t seem to remember but I hope this is okay

I will get that done and posted by Sunday!

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feelsgoodink · 6 years

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I’m sorry for this but I sent in a request a long while back and haven’t seen it could u maybe do it? U don’t have to uggh I sound selfish I’m sooo sorry u r probs busy

Which request was yours? I will try to get to it as soon as possible!!

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DEJA VU (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader)

Your eyes locked in on Sabine as you shook your wrists forward, and though the woman you were glaring at looked like the beautiful, tragic which you had met months ago, you understood that you were actually staring at Celeste Dubois, your boyfriend's ancient, dead lover.

You had only seen her actual, real face in Elijah's fever dreams, you remembered the day his brother poisoned him with the vampire venom and you and Hayley had to practically nurse him back to help. Even though neither of you could do anything but sit there with him and watch as he lost his mind.

You wondered if not for his weakness, if Elijah would of ever told you about her at all, maybe not in the detail of showing you how it felt when the two of them kissed, or the warmth of her dark, bronzen skin pressed against his own paleness, but rather would he of told you of his love for her; and the strength of his attraction for her heart and soul rather than just her body.

You remember being surprised by Elijah's furiosity with her, his dominance that was light-hearted and quirky that even now you almost craved to see that side return to him. Often times, you wished you could tease him about the whole 'I believe there will be some sort of spanking in order' ordeal, often times when you were alone and the memory popped into your head you tried to conceal a giggle.

You weren't upset or jealous of her, rather remorseful for your boyfriend, and with her story you understood just why he so protective of you, why he tried his hardest to keep you out of the drama that was this entire war amongst the monsters, try as he might you knew that you were just as invested in this as anyone now. You knew that Celeste was an example of exactly what Elijah never wanted for you. And by the way she looked at you through Sabine, you could tell she intended to make you understand that.

"You've got me here in this damned cemetery. What do you want?" You asked her, your voice sounded off through the whole burial ground. "Killing me isn't going to get you any ancestral power, it's only going to piss off like 3/4 of the french quarter." You added, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I happen to have my own priorities besides supporting the rest of the witches, (Y/N). Starting by making Elijah Mikaelson realize he's made the same mistake too many times. Here he is, doing it again. Never thought he would be falling in love and taking two girls on down with him, though." Her voice seemed rehearsed, as if she was struggling with the jargon. As if English was not her native tongue. Celeste's french accent was begging to bleed through Sabine's New Orleans dialect. Two girls? You crossed your arms and tried to figure out what she was trying to say before she could elaborate.

"I gave him the choice of saving Klaus, Rebekah, or Hayley and he chose Hayley over his two siblings who he allowed me to die for? It's a shame I wasn't able to include you in that list. Then things would of gotten far more interesting." Celeste continued. You felt your heart knock a little harder.

Elijah and Hayley and their closeness had occupied the back of your mind from time to time in moments when you were insecure, the idea that Elijah could have more motives than his niece keeping him drawn to her had plagued the weaker part of you for a while. But you knew that Hayley was your friend, and above that Elijah was your boyfriend who had found you first in Mystic Falls, Virginia and taken you with him wherever he intended to go from there.

"Elijah would not let a child, born or unborn, be hurt, especially not his own blood. That's his niece and Klaus would of wanted her to be safe before himself- if he loves his daughter like we believe he does." You reasoned with her.

Celeste laughed. "Klaus doesn't care about that baby. He doesn't care about Elijah, or Rebekah. He's going to kill Rebekah within 48 hours, trust me, none of that family has loved eachother as strongly as Elijah loved either of them."

You grimaced, unsure of what she meant. "Elijah loved you, Celeste." You told her.

She smiled at you, with a nod. "Yes, he did. But he didn't love me enough to save me from his brother. If he truly loves you, he would of left you wherever you came from, he would of walked the other way. Because now, you're going to die for him."

"Just like you did?" You interred. She scoffed.

"He had a choice to keep his brother under constraints, but his maljudgement made him careless. Now his carelessness is going to cause his maljudgement. That's where we're different, (Y/N)." Celeste told you, in her words you could feel a betrayed, warped sense of hurt within her.

"He loved you and has still loved you every single moment that he has breathed even after you died. He always believed that you were a pure soul and a casualty that he blamed himself for in every waking moment. He's sorry, doesn't that have to mean something to you?" You pleaded to her, shaking against your restraints, chained against a concrete mausoleum with your hands falling asleep.

Celeste charged forward and grabbed your shoulders, you froze in a quick,startled fear.

There was a fire in her eyes that resembled the same fire that lit her family like candlesticks.

"He isn't sorry enough! But he will be. He's lost Hayley to the werewolves and he's about to lose you to the worms." The insanity in her claims caused your spine to rattle.

"Hayley isn't and never has been his, Celeste. You should know just as well as me if not more so how how protective he is of family, and unless you really are just an evil, decieving bitch, then you know that's one of the reasons why we love him." You directed your emotions on that accusation more so than anything else right now. You watched as she faltered.

"if you choose to love Elijah, you choose to die for him." Celeste told you.

"And If I die for Elijah, I will die for him. Then I will die for Klaus. Then I will die for Rebekah, I'll die for Hayley and I'll die for that babygirl. If I'm only here to die for someone, I'd rather be killed for a cause as noble as Elijah Mikaelson than from some disease that takes me when I'm 90." You felt a brave, dignified revelation crawling up from your throat and jumping to her with the venomous words and spit from your tweaking tongue.

"That won't be necessary, (Y/N). No one else is dying tonight." You beamed past Celeste and standing there in a clean pressed suit and illuminated by the moonlight was Elijah, who's dark knit eyebrows were furrowed together intensely and his lips almost appeared in a pout, his hands in his pocket.

Celeste rolled her eyes, pulling a razor blade from Sabine's jean pocket and holding it against your neck. You raised your head by reflex and closed your eyes, bracing yourself.

"Don't you do it, Celeste!" Elijah yelled, he charged and pulled her from you and to the ground. You watched as she stood back up and ensnared his hips with her hands, grabbing him like holding onto handles. "Or what Elijah? You'll kill me? I'll just take another body and when you fall in love with the next pretty thing you'll be stuck wondering if it's really just me. You'll never be happy again." She hissed at him. "I want to ruin you, Elijah."

She watched as he became speechless, she let her finger poke out his bottom lip and she stared past him and to you. "What would of happened if you would of had to choose between her and Hayley, Elijah?" She asked. You watched as she sent a wink your way. She turned Elijah around so that you could see the startled, confused expression on his face. His shoulders tensed.

"Tell her how you would save Hayley, even if there wasn't a baby involved, tell her that you would of let her die. Tell her how if Klaus were to tell you right now that he wanted her dead, you would drown her in a tub just like you found me-"

"Stop!" He yelled to her, pushing her to the ground, Elijah could not handle another moment of her sending flashbacks into his head of finding her under the cold water, lifeless. He once loved this very woman, and now the face was changing and Elijah could imagine that it was you in the water, and it terrified him.

"Tell her that if you had to choose between her and Klaus, look her in the eyes and tell her that you would choose her. Tell her that and I mean it and I won't kill her." Celeste was standing up now, and in her hand making a quiet clicking noise was a gun. Something that a vampire could care less about, but you, a human- this was a white oak stake.

Elijah's bottom lip quivered and his hands convulsed, you could tell that he was in deep thought, and you weren't upset with him for this. You knew just how much his family meant to him, you knew just how much Niklaus was priority to him, and as you had said, that was one of the reasons you had fallen in love with Elijah.

"Its okay, Elijah. It's okay." You told him, trying to smile and calm him, but the fear of dying had brought tears to your eyes. You noticed his were turning red and irritated with moisture as well. "Klaus is redeemable, I know he is just as well you do. If I have to die for that, then it's okay. Elijah I love-"

Elijah's lips hit yours before you even knew he was upon you, his hand gripped to one of your restrained wrists and his lips collided sloppily, desperately with yours. He parted from you and turned to Celeste, towering in front of you like a brick wall. "I would choose (Y/N) before Hayley, Rebekah, or Niklaus. I would choose her before myself. And if the choice would of had to been mine, then I would of chose her over you, Celeste. I have never felt a love so strong as my love for her." As you listened to his speech, you felt your heart flutter and your tears started to flow, you cried out knowing just how much Elijah cared for you, for him to say this to such an important person to him.

Celeste gasped, and you could feel as her heart broke again. She bit her lip angrily as Sabine and she clenched the gun in her hand. "I won't tear you apart, not yet. I want you to not be ready the day you watch her die. You better watch your back, (Y/N). You'll like my new face a lot more." With that, she aimed the gun to Sabine's head and she pulled the trigger, the shot caused you to squeal. You closed your eyes and refused to look at the carcass.

Elijah ran to you and sheltered your eyes, hearing footsteps. He looked up to find Monique Devereux, who disappointedly nodded to him. "You were right."

Elijah took you from your restraints. "Leave this cemetery and get back to the quarter. I'll see you when I get home. I am ridding us of celeste for good." He told you, as he looked up to Moni. You wrapped your hands around his neck before starting out the gate. "Elijah?" You called to him as you held the steel gate in your fingers. He longingly gazed at you. "I love you."

Elijah walked slowly over and kissed your forehead. "Always and forever. I extend that vow to you."

You thought about that your entire way home. As you crawled into the bed the two if you shared, you chuckled at how fast your heart was beating.

Always & forever.

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feelsgoodink · 6 years

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omg please do any and every klaus imagine...i absolutely love ALL of them!!!! you’re such an amazing writer!

TYSM!! there's definitely more klaus coming, inspiration is a little slow rn but it's on the way!!

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Sensations ( Elijah Mikaelson x Reader )

WARNINGS; INTENSE VIOLENCE.

There are feelings in the world that are indescribable with words, so we replace them with mumbles, moans, and groans. We try and express our emotions with the sounds of pathetic whimpers or shrill, shrieking screams. And whether it of been the sensation of the way his lips felt when they crashed into yours like waves on the shore, or the piercing, intense pain of being impaled, you realized that with Elijah, you would often be at a loss for words.

And you were okay with that. You liked that, even. Often you found speaking too easy for you, and always having something to say was not always the best quality. Sometimes, your words came out before your brain gave them the okay, you had trouble thinking before you spoke, and that usually got you in trouble.

Elijah loved you most for the words that were thought about, the conversations the two of you carried on, the way your vocabulary was far more vast than your age usually entailed, how the questions you asked made him think, how your monologues always had substance. You were a book that Elijah Mikaelson couldn’t put down and that was what he loved.

But you were also human; you were fragile. You had the mouth of a lion and the body of a lamb. Sometimes, surrounded by the many creatures- the vampires, the werewolves, the hybrids, the witches- you forgot about that.

Now, Your tired eyes and weary human ears tried their hardest to ignore the howls as the wind tried to evince you that something was wrong, though you could not stop yourself from wandering outside of the house on this night.

What was worse of you was that you were asked to stay inside the house, that the chill of the crisp midnight air was not just uncomfortable to you but disheartening to your boyfriend, Elijah. He was worried, concerned with some sort of ill thought that someone was after you with malintention, although you had tried many of time to reassure him that very few people knew of your very existence.

But even though the air reaked of whiskey, herbs, and bad life decisions, it didn’t stop the stinging stench of danger plunging into his nostrils.

Every night since you had moved to New Orleans and returned with Elijah, you had spent ten minutes to an hour on your own, sitting on the white wicker porch swing, writing away into a journal. You would cross your legs over eachother and sit sideways, letting the breeze cradle you back and forth.

As you started out the door, with your journal in hand, you heard a swift breeze behind you and knew the Original was behind you. “Where are you going?” His husky, low voice asked. You raised an eyebrow and turned on a heel to him. You were wearing your plaid pajama pants, a ribbed white tanktop in which had a red wine stain on it, and a purple bathrobe as a jacket. Your hair was in a messy bun. “I’m going out on a night in the town, obviously Elijah. Don’t I just look sooo sexy?” You joked, sarcastically. His manner didn’t falter, his lips continued to crease in a straight line. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “I’m going out to the porch swing.”

“Not tonight, (Y/N).” Elijah denied you, his hand placed firmly on your left cheek. “I ask that you stay inside.” He cautioned, his stern eyebrows furrowed together and his bottom lip pouted instinctively. “I’ve had a bad feeling that someone might try and use you against me, as a weakness.” Elijah explained honestly.

“The only people that ever knew I existed are in Mystic Falls fighting their own battles. They don’t care about us.” You laughed, referring to the people you once knew, like the Salvatores and The Gilbert’s, the Forbes family. You thought about April Young and Matt Donovan. Every once in a while, you received a text message from Bonnie, asking how you were doing; and you would respond with something along the lines of ‘better’ with a winking face.

When you lived in mystic falls, you were entirely a different person than you were now; of course, you were still human, but now you were older than you were back then. You remembered the soft smile on Caroline’s pale, beautiful face, and the intensity of Elena’s eyes when she was upset, and you remembered the look on everyone’s face when you told them that you were leaving with Elijah Mikaelson.

But you loved him, you had no idea entirely how it happened, other than the fact that the two of you met, and the rest of it was nearly history. Since then he had been practically frozen in time more than once, dead to the world. His brother, whom you had learned to both love and hate ( it fluxuated often ), had made a habit of using a particular type of dagger that couldn’t exactly kill him, but it did the next best thing; put him to sleep.

“(Y/N), please do not go outside. The witches have been whispering and even though the last elder is dead I can’t help but thinking that they may not be the only threat. And the vampires are all on high alert over us Originals. You know you can’t defend yourself.”

The rebellious, forsaking teenager who graduated and left Mystic Falls was royally offended by the statement, and the rationally thinking adult backed down to her.

“Well maybe if you would just go ahead and turn me, it wouldn’t be a problem, Elijah. But obviously, you haven’t decided if you really do want to keep me around, have you?” You clutched your diary and licked your bottom lip, trying to keep quiet after regretting those words.

You watched as his mouth parted, and he stood up straighter. His hand raised and his pointer finger lifted in detest.

“My intentions are to keep you as alive as possible until the time is right, (Y/N). If I can keep you human for as long as I can, I will.” He tried not to get angry, or show that he was, but his pulse heightened as his mouth began to become dry. He wasn’t necessarily angry with you, as much as he was furious that this had become a topic of conversation, on top of being in fear of losing you.

“Why is it your decision, Elijah? It’s like I’m just a toy or something!” You told him, he gasped.

“You’re acting like a child, (Y/N).” He said firmly. A trenchant smile grin crept on your face, offended.

“That’s a shock. You know, trying to force me to stay put like some kind of stowaway, it kind of makes me think of your father.” You hated yourself as soon as you said it, and you despised even more the look in Elijah’s eyes as he heard the words.

He stepped backward, trying to collect the words to say. He understood that you were upset, you were like a caged animal, and he also realized he had no right to try and make the decision for you, but it did not stop his body from always wanted to be your shield. “I-” He tried, but he had nothing to say.

You scoffed, feeling your eyes begin to burn, moisture congregating in the extreme corners. You sniffled. “I’m going outside.” You unlocked the door and with a slam stepped onto the porch.

Elijah decided that for the moment, he could not for the life of him bring himself to follow you out, rather he was feeling a certain kind of swirling hurricane of hurt in his chest, as he realized that he had so many things that he needed to decide, that he needed to work out within himself.

He walked into the bedroom the two of you shared and layed down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and pining away at the thought of becoming like his father.

Outside on the porch, you lie with your back against the wicker, the warning air blew hard, as if annoyed with your decisions, how you failed to heed it’s warnings, but all you could think about was how wrong you were to say the things you had said to Elijah.

You began to think about his past lovers, the ones long before your time, and how they met untimely ends as a result of being intertwined with the original. You thought of the beautiful Celeste, her dark complexion and the way you could feel how she made him feel when he showed her to you. You remembered witnessing over again the hurt that took Elijah when he found her in the water.

You stood up, prepared to go and apologize to him, ready to go up to the red-walled bedroom the two of you shared and embrace him, beg his forgiveness. You knew he would forgive you, but it wouldn’t stop the pain of looking at the pain in his eyes. As you reached for the doorknob, another wind going in the wrong direction swept the fly away strands of your hair from behind you, and you guessed that it wasn’t the speed of your Original boyfriend.

Rough, clammy hands that gripped far too tightly engulfed your chest and grabbed you up with ease, you barely had time to let out a mousey squeak before you were thrown over a pair of broad shoulders. You kicked and you punched, but you noticed that oddly enough, you could not speak. You could no longer mutter a sound.

Your heart was racing, a shaking, trembling fear convulsed your fingertips and made the air around you cold, the entire earth was spinning until the moment you were out down. You were in a barn, a farmhouse, surrounded by hay and farming equipment. You looked down at your feet first and then directly ahead of you, to find that you had been put directly into a horse stable. You darted your wide, wild eyes directly forward to your captor, it was a man and a woman.

The man was wide and stocky, his muscles in which his veins protruded from, with a long, black beard. Otherwise, he was bald, and he had blue eyes that were a darker, oceanic blue, like rough waters in the eye of a storm. The man was a hurricane.

The woman was much less intimidating in appearance, she was light-skinned, with a sort of sun-kissed glow to her even in the artificial barn lighting. Her hair was just below her ears in kinky, ringlet curls. She had coal eyes and full, plump lips that were displaying no emotion. The way she stood far from the man made it prevalent that their alliance was particularly temporary.

“If Marcel finds out about this, we’re both dead, so make it fucking quick.” The man told her, she furrowed her eyebrows at him and nodded. She looked at you, and you two stared into eachother’s soul’s for a moment.

“She needs to be weakened first. For this to work.” The lady told him, and he grinned. “Oh, Gladly.”

You did not have time to ask before you collided with the barn wall. You groaned out, landing on your butt, the impact sent a rough pain up your spine. You watched as his eyes blacked with web-like lines underneath them, reddening in the pupils. He was vampire.

His fangs veered and made themselves busy with piercing into your neck, you wailed out in pain as you felt the venom of his bite, as he began to drain part of you. You kicked him, right in the center of his crotch. He grunted and took his teeth from your neck, he growled and threw you to the other side of the barn. The wall cracked only slightly, and slid down the wobbly wall back into the bare, hay-covered ground. Your head was throbbing, painfully and unforgettably as the same thought repeated loudly in your head; Elijah was right, Elijah was right.

Were you going to die right here? Right now? For a reason you had no idea of? With the last words you said to Elijah that he was like his father? Would you leave him like that? You didn’t have a choice but you felt like he would still never forgive you, or rather never forgive himself.

The vampire stepped forward to you and started toward you to continue his original task, but he was interrupted by the swift, booming sound of the barn door crashing open, breaking in and falling onto the floor. Everyone stepped back as dust flew up like a tiny whirl-wind.

Elijah Mikaelson stood in what was originally the doorway. He cracked his knuckles and took a gander at the scene playing out. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat. “My apologies, am I interrupting?” He grabbed the bearded demon of the night by his throat and without even blinking, tore out his heart. He threw it too the side and smiled at the witch. “I’m afraid you neglected to invite me to this little party. No bother.”

She stepped back, trying to figure out where she could run, knowing she was no match for the original. Elijah watched as she attempted to run out the door, he teasingly rushed over to trip her. Once she was was on the ground, Elijah grabbed a pitchfork from beside the barn door and stepped his foot onto her back, resting the three spikes in a harrying tease against her neck. “It appears you’ll have to learn the same lesson as your elder, Agnes. Nobody hurts my family and lives.” In that second he forced the pitch fork into the ground, you winced at the crunching sound of the woman’s head detaching from her body.

Elijah ran to you, you were bleeding profusely, but you still managed to grab his hand. “Elijah, Elijah I’m so sorry I said you were like your father, you aren’t, and I’m sorry I got mad.” The more excited you became to more it hurt, you moaned out in pain as you strained to force out the words. he shook his head and shushed you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry I’ve brought you into this, I’m so sorry you’re here because of me. I wish I was strong enough not to love you, but I simply cannot let myself go on without you- please forgive me for this.” You watched as he took his hand away from you and bit his own wrist, and you understood what was coming. Elijah was going to turn you into a vampire.

The copper taste of his blood on your mouth made you close your eyes as she inhaled, ignoring the pain of being so close to death. When he pulled back away, you noticed tears in his eyes as he knew what he would have to do next.

In that moment he saw Celeste, how he held her dead, drowned body and screamed, and he realized this was the only way that he could not have to repeat that. He would not let you die, he would not let you go unable to be protected, he intended for you to be his wife, part of the family, because you were his everything. He would not let you be ripped away from him.

Desperately, painfully, he whispered to you. “I’m so sorry (Y/N.).” He cried out, his tears streamed down his face. He kissed your forehead and grabbed the sides of your face. “I’ll see you when you wake up, my love.”

You did not have time to think before everything went black. Alll Elijah heard was the snap.

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MASTERLIST

Here is a list of all my written works!

REQUESTS. ARE. OPEN. !!!

HARRY POTTER-

Draco Malfoy (Bad Blood Pt 1) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176245412984/bad-blood-pt-1-draco-malfoy-x-gryffindor

Draco Malfoy (Bad Blood Pt 2) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176256889814/bad-blood-pt-2-draco-malfoy-x-gryffindor

Draco Malfoy (Bad Blood Pt 3) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176278233439/bad-blood-pt-3-draco-malfoy-x-gryffindor

Draco Malfoy (Bad Blood Pt 4) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176291263374/bad-blood-pt-4-draco-malfoy-x-gryffindor

Draco Malfoy (Bad Blood Pt 5)

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STRANGER THINGS-

Steve Harrington (The King’s Girl) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176327336624/the-kings-girl-steve-harrington-x-reader

MARVEL-

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Home-Coming Dance) - https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176217691209/home-coming-dance-peter-parker-x-reader

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES-

Klaus Mikaelson (Dancing With A Wolf)

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Klaus Mikaelson (His Favorite Color)

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Klaus Mikaelson (His Favorite Flavor)

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Klaus Mikaelson ( Her Fatal Flaw )

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Klaus Mikaelson ( Her Own Choice )

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Klaus Mikaelson ( Her Flawless Plan )

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Klaus Mikaelson ( Her Final Breath )

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Klaus Mikaelson ( Their First Dance )

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Elijah Mikaelson (My Only Sunshine)

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Elijah Mikaelson (He Had It Coming) **Triggering

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Elijah Mikaelson ( A Daydream Away ) *NSFW

- https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/177885271299/a-daydream-away-elijah-mikaelson-x-reader

Kol Mikaelson (Rough Around The Edges)

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What would you guys rather see next?

An Angsty, Violent Elijah Imagine, A Fluffy, Cute Elijah imagine, something Steve Harrington or Jonathan Byers, or Part Six to The Klaus Series? Lmk

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A Daydream Away ( Elijah Mikaelson x Reader ) *NSFW

WARNING: this is SINFUL. first time writing something even remotely smutty in a long time.. it’s a little teasing. Hope you guys like it! I’ve got more stuff I’m working on that’s more wholesome, I promise.

Steam fogged the mirrors like the morning mist upon a river, sifting through trees in a viscous grey matter, clouding up the room and making the humidity rise. It would be evident, in the way your face shined with droplets of sweat, if you were not already covered in tiny dots of moisture like rain dripping on your skin.

He thought about it, how the water bubbled on your body and washed away in streams, like tears from eyelashes. He thought about those lines of wetness trickling down your body, falling from your collarbones like they were jumping off a balcony, sliding down your svelte legs and falling at your feet. He thought about your curves, his face became hot as he focused on the idea of your bosom, his mind raced as he tried to insert himself there even though he was in another room.

Elijah was listening to soft sounds of you in the shower. And he felt almost bad and intrusive, but he knew that this was normal of any man, to think like the way he was thinking, although his thoughts were poisoned with regrets of the past, memories of lovers long since gone.

None of them amounted to his love for you, and often that scared him, terrified him worse than anything, worse than death. The idea of putting you in any line of danger often kept him awake in the night, he would turn over in bed and reach out to touch you, he would listen for your heartbeat and thank the heavens that he heard you breathing. He would lay awake and watch your chest rise and sink, if you stirred he would look away.

Elijah intended to take you as his wife, when he got the chance to finally propose, and after three years of being an item, the two of you actually had come to the agreement that when the two of you married, he would turn you into a vampire. You had begged many of times for him to go ahead and do it, but somehow, Elijah saw that as something he did want to save for marriage.

In the beginning, when the two of you first got together in the first place, he intended not to even become physical with you, he intended to leave you in Mystic Falls with only several amazing conversations and longing looks.

You reminded him of the things he loved in all his past lovers, and were a hyperbole of the things he wanted in his life. You were so intense in the way you cared for your friends and your family, and your hobbies. You thought of others first before yourself, and when you did consider your own well-being, you dismissed the thought of sacrificing someone else’s happiness for your own. You were a purity, a diamond in the rough, covered in dirt and rubble of Mystic Falls, Virginia.

The Original stepped quietly over to the mirror, it’s rustic frame provided a sense of elegance as he stood in it and let his reflection absorb the light. He was shirtless, and the red plaid sleep pants you had purchased for him were loosely hanging off of his hip bones. His hair was in shambles, tosses and turns of thick brown strands atop his head, and although he looked tired, the way his mouth turned up at the corners proved that he was content.

Elijah took a couple strides into the walk-in closet, on the left side was his own clothes, a collection of dress shirts, overcoats, and black pants. On the right side, was your clothes, which varied far more than Elijah’s own. Elijah crouched down to the storage spaces underneath the racks of hanging clothes, quietly rustling through till he found a tiny wooden box.

The box was made entirely of a light colored wood, it was shiny from a thick layer of polish and carved into it’s center was a large “M”, for Mikaelson. Elijah held it in his fingers and pressed his thumb on his shining wood.

Elijah heard as the door to the shower opened, he halted, pushing the box back into an overcoat that he intended to wear tomorrow, when the two of you planned on taking a day trip to Niagra Falls, a place you had long wanted to go too.

You stepped out of the shower and pulled the towel from it’s holster, the dark burgundy hue of it contrasted against your skin as you pat yourself down, drying off. You hummed a slow, unconcentrated tune as you wrapped the towel around your body and stepped out from the restroom. You found Elijah standing in the bedroom the two of you shared, already facing in your direction. You noticed those coffee ground eyes of his flicker in the light as you came into his view. It brought a smile to your face and a flush to your cheeks.

“(Y/N).” He greeted, his mouth dry as he took in your appearance. The centuries past part of him that was boyish wished a gust of wind would swipe away your towel, he nearly stumbled over the syllables of your name.

“Sorry I took so long in the shower. It's all yours now." You told Elijah, who only shook his head. “I’d prefer to take my shower in the morning before we leave.”

“Leave?” You asked, now holding the towel in the center to keep it from falling, simply taking extra precaution as you walked closer to him. His lips formed into a small, sly smile.

“Rebekah promised to keep a watch over Hayley, and Niklaus for that matter. But I planned a little trip for us. You’ve always said you love a little bit on spontaniety now and then.” The original spoke coyly, watching as your flushed face filled with a trivial, jaunty confusion.

“Elijah! But.. where are we going?” You let out a girlish giggle, grabbing his hand excitedly. His free hand met with the left side of your face, his thumb resting beside your ear and cupping your jaw. “That is for me to know, my dear, and you to find out in the morning.”

Elijah felt the dampness of your hair, and immediately his mind reverted back to it's original daydream, glimpses of your bodice, he lost his train of thought for a moment in looking at you. He was glad he had not let you into his brain in that moment.

"Forgive me, my dear, I just-" Simmering down in his stomach was a nagging, aching feeling that felt almost like the start of a thrill ride, going up and getting steeper. He swallowed, his bottom lip pouted out as his fingers found their way into tangling your hair in between them. You watched as his gaze turned dark and curious, as if he was hungering.

Your mind left any thought of tomorrow behind as you tried to make sense of Elijah and his intentions, as often he was very verbal about the thoughts he was having and the intentions he planned to be taking. But in this moment, he was completely silent. Although, you knew the look in his eyes and you could tell by his pout that he was overwhelmed by a singular emotion; lust.

"I've been away all day and just every moment has focused on the image of your beauty." He was right. He had been gone all day, following his brother around and trying to make sure he was kept in line, and protecting his unborn niece or nephew.

You let go of his hand and let it move to his hip, where his bare skin was warm with a desiring fire. “And everytime I closed my eyes, I thought about how much I would much rather of been here with you-” Elijah continued, his forehead lowered to touch with yours. In a swift motion, his hands ripped away your towel and threw it across the room, you only knew it was gone when it hit the bed post and hung there like a coat on a rack. Your back hit the bedroom wall with a grunt. You knew and understood that Elijah was only exerting a fraction of the power he had, and for that you loved him, and it also drove you wild knowing just how powerful your boyfriend was.

“Doing things like this.” He finished his sentence, before his lips layed against your neck in a wet, sloppy motion. He wouldn’t bite, and that almost disappointed you, but you had no time to complain before you lost all train of thought. Your lips parted into a gasp, and you could feel Elijah’s hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them above. You were bare, exposed, and you knew that deep down your boyfriend was loving being in control of the situation.

Elijah’s mouth crashed into yours. His hips, in which were still fully clothed, pressed to your bare body and you noticed that his body was responding to his desires just as much as his mind was. Butterflies in your stomach started to flutter up closer toward your chest, begging to get out.

His grip on your wrists tightened as he pulled his lips away and then returned them with more force, tongue at your teeth waiting for the moment where you would invite him in. You opened your mouth a little wider.

Elijah’s dominance, which was impossible to ignore, drove you wild. Maybe Elijah wouldn’t want to admit it, but he secretly liked the fact that he could do anything he wanted to you and there was nothing you could do about it. He never wanted to be compared to him, but his intense infatuation with this kind of power was almost like Klaus’s desire to rule the world.

What made it all okay was that despite having the means and ability too, Elijah would never purposely hurt you, or make you do something you didn’t want to do, and he knew very well that you wanted this, maybe not as deeply and longingly as he did, but if you were going to protest, you would have by now.

He was in love with the way your skin was warm against his, and the way your body appeared outside of just his vivid imagination. You were the realest apparition of every good dream he had ever had. And though the two of you had done this before, it did not stop his supernaturally heightened senses to take him to an entirely different plane.

The original pulled away from you for only a moment before he crashed your hips back into his, backing up toward your land lot of bed and dropping himself onto it, allowing you to bring you to the top. You straddled Elijah, feeling his bulge underneath you made you blush a little brighter.

“My god, after three years you’re still so pure at heart.” The vampire noted, those coffee ground, timber eyes seeping into your skin from where he was below you, a feeling of ecstasy blowing over him like a hurricane. You grinded against him teasingly. “Pure?”

Elijah flipped the two of you over and you hit the soft mattress with your back with a comfortable thud. He peppered kisses down your neck, to your collarbones. You looked away from him as his head body began to get progressively lower. “Perhaps I used the wrong choice of wording... I’ll try and think of a better word. But in the mean time...”

You watched as he got farther and farther away, and you could now feel his breath on your thighs. His hands gripped the sensitive skin to pull your legs a bit farther apart. You could tell by the descending tone in his voice that tonight was only going to get more interesting.

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I PROMISE YA'LL, I'VE GOT SOME CONTENT COMING BEFORE SATURDAY. SCHOOL IS KICKING MY ASSS

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Elijah Mikaelson is a kinky bastard

kind of wanna write about it. Should I?

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Their First Dance ( Klaus Mikaelson x Reader )

Two hands placed firmly on either side of your hip, a metal ring with a deep blue stone on one finger on the dominant hand, and leading up from the appendages, crawling closer and closer to shoulders that met the neck, till they finally found their way to a smiling, content face.

And his eyes were bright and shining, glimmering like a ocean reflecting a daytime sky, and around the blue was a nagging, itchy pink where the moment had brought tears to his eyes. His sandy hair was gelled back, taking away their usual curls and replacing that with a neat, organized set of waves.

A violin was playing something classical and way before your time, but it was beautiful and had a meaning behind it that you could feel and relate too.

You had never been happier, not once had you ever been so genuinely satisfied with you felt, without question, without doubt. Only love.

Klaus, dressed in a suit and tie, with a red rose tucked into the pocket of his overcoat, twirled you around and dipped you to the floor, sweeping you from your feet and meeting your face to his. The white dress you were wearing prevented you from getting so close that your bodies touched completely, although the passion in his face revealed more than what currently the collision of hips could.

"How does this make you feel?" The question that started it all, it sounds off in your head as if he has not spoken it in real time. You let your upward curving lips answer for you as he lifts you back up and takes a step backward for your to step forward. "Beautiful." You told him, and he nodded knowingly.

"It's okay to wake up, darling." He responded. He twirled you outward. The song was ending. "What?"

"Wake up." Klaus told you. His voice was getting higher.

"Klaus?" You asked.

"Wake up!" Caroline Forbes shouted, and you let out a gasping breath. Your eyes opened wide and you raised up, with one hand gripping onto your chest. You were breathing heavily, although it felt more like a breakable habit rather than a necessity.

"Thank God, I thought you were dead! I woke up and Tyler told me you had tried to kill yourself and I just-" Caroline was now holding you by your shoulders, as if she was cradling you like a child that had been left in her care, that had fallen and scraped her knee. She looked down to your stomach and saw the blood stains, and noticed that they were dry, and that the bleeding had stopped- healed.

Klaus had done as you asked and compelled her to forget. And Tyler had told her that you had simply attempted suicide? Where was he now? You saw that Caroline was in obvious distress, and though you knew it had so much more to do with than just you, you felt as if she might have some sort of concern for you.

Finally, instead of letting anger take the place of your hurt, you simply felt a sympathy for her. Right as you were trying to figure out what words to say next, how to explain, you had a nagging thought. If you did not feed soon, you would die.

"Caroline.. I need blood." You said, abruptly, with no explanation, as something in you was simply telling you that you were hungry and that you needed it. Her baby blues widened as she finally hit the revelation.

"You... you died with vampire blood in your system.." Caroline quietly confirmed. She gulped at the barely burned sunlight of midday.

Suddenly, the walls began to close in on Caroline Forbes. She knew that in the next few hours to come that things were going to change, very rapidly, and although she had so much to worry about, including the life of herself, Caroline focused on Tyler.

If Klaus got out before they got the cure, Klaus was going to kill everyone around them- and also, that included Elena, Stefan, Damon, and Jeremy. After all, they had killed Elijah. And Tyler, Tyler was the reason Klaus was going to be alone forever he had unsired all his hybrids.

But Klaus was no longer going to be alone and it had already occurred to him that he wouldn’t be. A moral apocalypse of some sorts had stirred in him as he sat caged like a bird, watching as the love of his life lay dead waiting to wake up and begin to live forever with him.

Klaus, since he knew your love for your family despite your differences, would not kill Jeremy and Elena. Even if they tried to come at him with the cure, simply because now he had leverage. Now he had you.

His crystal blue eyes shimmered with delight as he watched Caroline panic, knowing that he could wager this to his advantage, he shot you a knowing look and prayed that you would recieve it. You understood completely.

“Caroline, I’m going to make an offer.” Klaus told her, calling from the living room. With her hands in her hair pulling at the ends, the blonde turned around and furrowed her light eyebrows at the original.

“If Tyler brings (Y/N) someone to feed on, and leaves town within five minutes afterwards, I’ll consider that a head-start for him.” What that translated too was; I’m not going to kill Tyler Lockwood. Caroline almost grinned, but only shakily nodded, not thinking for a second about the innocent human life that this involved.

“He has to hurry.” Caroline paused, calling Tyler inside. Tyler was on the phone with Elena, who had heard the whole thing, and even though she had just found out the truth about there being only one dose of the cure, was on her own boat heading home. Everyone was right, there was nothing she could do right then, so her best choice was to go and ‘save’ her sister.

You furrowed your eyebrows angrily and shook your head. "Elena's coming back? Not with the cure, right?" You asked, now worried that they in fact did get the cure and we're coming to use it on Klaus.

"She won't use it on herself, and I won't let her near Klaus, I won't!" You told Caroline, now gripping her shoulder. But you were feeble and weak with hunger. You began to cough.

"Get her someone to feed on!" Klaus commanded from the living room, and Tyler immediately left the room. He knew the curse would be lifted within the next hour.

Caroline peered down at you in disbelief. "(Y/N), why do you care so much about him? Even if Elena had the cure, she would give it to you."

You paused. "I don't want the cure. I don't want to be human."

"You don't think you want to be human but did you ever think that for a moment that just because you're in love your doing what Klaus would want you to do? Think the way he wants you to think? It's like a sire bond without blood, and its sickening." Caroline was now in the floor with you, your frail, sickly body was cold and sweaty with the starving illness taking over.

"I've spent days upon days day-dreaming, nigh ts awake pining the thought of being as lucky as Elena or Stefan or Damon, even the nights where I thought I hated Klaus. Just because Elena isn't cut out for this doesn't mean I'm not. I'm not my sister."

"That's right." A voice of a higher pitch and a more solemn tone stepped through the door, wearing a scarf and several more layers. Elena was standing in the door way. "I was already on my way back." She explained to Caroline.

"You're right, (Y/N). You're not me. That's why I can't sit back and watch you turn into something you don't really want to be." Elena told you, kneeling by your side and grabbing your hand. You'll pulled it away from her.

"Why is it that all of you think that you know a single damn thing about what I want? What I've ever wanted? All my life, you've always been the one that got everything, because everything you wanted was so within reach for you. You were always so practical and pretty and perfect and you had everything you wanted because what you wanted was what everyone else wanted; to see you in the spotlight. On a pedestal. Cheer captain, white-picket fences. And then, you go off the handle and get our parents- fuck that, MY parents killed, and suddenly you're an entirely different person?" You couldn't take this anymore, you couldn't stay silent any longer.

Elena appeared shocked as she listened to your words. "I was the one who read books, wrote stories, dreamed of better places. I was the one who wanted more, who wanted fantasy and mystery and danger and you know who got it? You did. And you've taken it for granted. You've never taken anything for yourself because it's always been given to you, Elena. Its someone else's turn."

Tyler came back into the room with a boy who had never been more confused in his life; he was ginger, with freckles on his face and bright green eyes that were wide open with fear and confusion. You tried your hardest not to stare into for too long.

"(Y/N), please.. don't do this." Elena cautioned. You watched as Tyler pushed the boy forward. Klaus gave Lockwood a nod and within the second, he was gone.

You grabbed the boy by his shoulders and felt his soft, youthful skin lower in the force of your grip. You sniffed, wafting his scent to your nose and smelling past the middle school axe shower and into the aroma of being human, and it had never smelt better and was unfamiliar.

While the others watched in horror, Klaus watched in amusement, astounded by your movements and abrasiveness. For a moment, he too questioned if this is what you wanted, though he knew that it was too late to go back now.

"(Y/N), if you do this, I'll never forgive you." Elena told you, in one last effort to get you to stop.

Your veered your new fangs into a smile and glared up at her. "Never is a long time, Elena. We'll just have to wait and see." You bit down on the stranger's neck, and felt electricity in your blood stream automatically.

In the next few moments you would lose yourself in the sweet, succulent taste of the plasma, it was nectar to you. It was thrilling, exhilarating. You pulled away, you realized you had killed the boy.

"(Y/N), you killed him." Elena muttered, stepping back and taking in your appearance. Blood dripped from your lips and trickled down to your neck.

A clock chimed. With a raised eyebrow, Klaus took a step out from the living room. The curse had been lifted. "You'd better run girls. I've got a couple new tricks I wanna try out." You told your sister and Caroline. Appalled, they darted toward the door.

Klaus turned to you and started to laugh, his hands snaked around your waist and twirled you euphorically. "My love, that was brilliant!" He chortled, setting you back down. You put your hand to his jaw and brought his lips to yours, bringing him into a kiss.

"Did you really plan to kill them, (Y/N)?" Klaus asked, inquisitively. He could not care either way.

You shook your head. "Of course not. But I'm going to make them think that we would. Wouldn't want them spoiling the fun, right?"

But what you and Klaus neither realized, was that Elena too knew how to put on an act, and she was not going to let her sister become something so dark and evil- not over her dead body.

Which, time and time again- could be arranged.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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