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anonair · 2 months
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞
Female reader X Damon Salvatore
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A woman grappling with melancholy confronts her emotions by the shore. Despite pressure and tears, she walks away from her past, only to be confronted by a familiar person, Damon Salvatore.
AN: I wrote this quickly & decided to add a big twist to it... Idk if I like it, but here it is...
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The feelings of melancholy were overwhelming her body. As the tide pushed against the shore and the cool air blew through her hair, she could feel herself succumbing to the emotions. The pressure of having to make decisions was all too much for her. So, as she took a deep breath in, she took in the moments of silence before chaos ensued. 
She turned around, headed towards the illuminated street. Wiping tears away from her eyes, she walked away, her feet digging into the sand still. Out of nowhere, a dark outline of a person emerged from the shadows. 
“Wait…” He called out. 
The voice sent chills down her spine. The voice was full of familiarity, but was also something she was trying to forget. Brushing it off, she kept heading toward the street. Her heart grew heavier as she walked away from her past. 
In mere moments, leveraging his extraordinary supernatural prowess, he adeptly positioned himself ahead of her. His blue eyes glistened in the light of the night sky, casting an irresistible allure that she struggled to defy. 
“Damon, please just go.” She mumbled, pausing her strides toward the street. 
She continued, “How… how did you even find me? I tried so hard to leave you behind, but here you are…” With tears pouring down her face, her voice grew louder. “JUST GO!” She had tried for months to forget about him, but no matter how far she went, nothing could ever erase him from her memory; He was deeply engraved into her brain. This time, she went to the extreme by leaving mystic falls, but once again, Damon found her. 
Damon slowly made his way closer to her, closing the gap of distance between them. At this point, he could clearly see her swollen eyes and the puddles in her eyes that flowed onto her cheeks. 
“Y/N, I cant just sit here and let you leave me. I am miserable without you.” He confessed.
“That wasn’t what you were saying when Elena came back. You seemed to really be able to let me leave you then, Damon. Please, go back to your happy life and leave me alone.”  She started walking again, her shoulder pushing against his. Before she could take a full step, Damon's hand grasped on her wrist, slightly tugging her back. 
“Elena is nothing compared to you, Y/N. You embody everything I've sought throughout my eternal existence. With you, my immortal life gains meaning; you are the pulse that rekindles the sensation of a beating heart within me.  It feels like I am sired to you, but I know it's just an everlasting love that we both built that is keeping me coming back to you.” He spoke.
His words seemed to cut deep into her heart, making it hard for her to keep walking. She was frozen. 
“It's as if an unbreakable bond ties me to you, yet I understand it's the love we've cultivated that compels me to return to you time and again." He exhaled, “I can say I’m sorry a million times over again, but you need to let me show you how sorry I truly am. Please, come home.” 
She turned her whole body around to face him, mustering up the courage to say anything to him. It was as if in that moment, her bond to him was completely shattered. How can one profess to love another so profoundly, only to, in the same breath, betray that love by engaging in infidelity with an ex-partner who looked exactly like you? The doppelganger curse will never be broken, but she was determined. 
“I’m not falling for this again, Damon. Leave me alone.” Fueled by the anger coursing through her veins, she slammed her palm against his cheek, delivering a resounding smack. He released her wrist, granting her the freedom to stride away into the obscurity of the night. No residual pain lingered in her heart; she was, at last, unburdened. Something about that conversation provided the closure she had long sought.
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babeydollx · 2 years
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y/n reacting to Klaus leaving presents at her door
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While you were sitting on the couch watching tv, you herd your doorbell ring. You looked over at the clock to see what time it was. 10:30 PM. Who would be here at this hour? You got up and walked to the door but when you opened the door, there was no one to be seen. You looked around to see if you could see anyone nearby, thinking it was a prank. You then looked down and gasped when you saw a bunch of gifts at your feet. There was chocolates, a big stuffed bear, gift baskets, jewelry, and more. You brought everything inside and then closed the door before looking for a card or tag. You then found a card and grinned when you saw who it was from. Klaus Mikaelson. He had wrote you a sweet little note too.
"I hope you enjoy these gifts love, they are all just for you. Anything to win over the woman I love." Is what the tag said.
You couldn't help but smile more. You picked up a candle that was in the gift basket and took in it's sweet scent. You had always been turning Klaus down but, maybe it was about time to give him a chance...
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xawkward-ariesx · 1 year
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It was a Friday night freshman year when the conversation occurred. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were having a sleepover at the Gilbert's house. They were sprawled out on top of Elena's bed freshly showered from cheerleading practice now cozy in their pajamas. They had exhausted most of their gossip about people from school, giggled more than they had discussed homework and spoken about the boys they were interested in. It was a typical teenage Friday night, a night so normal they didn't need to stop to truly appreciate it at the time.
"If you could be an kind of supernatural creature, what would you want to be?" It was Caroline who posed the question from where she was gazing up at the ceiling.
It was an innocent enough question, the sort of thing they'd ask on nights like this while young and naïve. But it was a moment they'll look back on after everything changes for them with no small amount of irony.
"What?" Bonnie giggled rolling onto her stomach to regard her friend, "Where did that come from?"
Caroline abashed, shrugged as best she could laid down as she was. "What you've never thought about it before?"
"I don't know Bon, I think I'd quite like to be a vampire." Elena piped up a cheeky smile on her face. "Imagine being able to be young and in love forever? Wouldn't that be romantic?"
The girls giggled at Elena's words. Oh how typical of her. Between Elena and Caroline, and the small rivalry they had for each other, they practically ran the school. All the boys wanted them, Elena could have any pick of boys to be her immortal suitor. A fact in their little competition that drove Caroline insane.
"I'm not sure I could handle the blood. I think I'd rather be powerful, be able to defend myself, ya know? Maybe a witch or something. I couldn't hack it as a seer, I'd lose my mind if I had to be psychic." Bonnie explained, the weight of her words settled with in her, ringing true in a way she didn't quite yet understand.
Caroline hummed in response, "I could see that. Personally, I think I'd go with shapeshifter. Imagine being able to be or look however you wanted. You wouldn't have to worry about living forever but you could still look young and pretty for as long as you wanted." There was an edge of taunt in her words, in the deliberate wording, another move in Elena and Caroline's ongoing friendly competition.
Silence reigned over the trio for a moment as they consider the prospective answers.
And then, just like that, laughter broke out once more. An innocent dismissal of the entire conversation. It didn't matter what had prompted Caroline to ask or even what they had answered, it would never happen anyway...
Bonnie stands in her dorm room unseeingly for a moment, for some reason she's remembering that night freshman year. There's no reason it should stick with her, they'd had so many nights like that, but now it does. Now that those innocent moments where they just got to be teenagers are gone, that conversation seems all the more important. Particularly as she stands there as the newly assigned anchor to the Other Side with her two best friends and roommates as vampires.
The door squeaks open as Caroline returns from class, Elena isn't due back for another hour so it's easy to determine who it is even with how silent her footsteps are. Bonnie is still lost in thought when the blonde greets her.
"Do you ever think about those sleepovers we used to have before everything? And ask those," She pauses to roll her eyes at her younger self with fondness and exasperation in equal measure, "stupid hypothetical questions?"
"Of course." Caroline smiles but there's a tinge of melancholy to it that hadn't been there back then.
For all they've grown as people since becoming aware of the supernatural, there are parts of themselves that they've lost for good. With the loss of their ignorance so too do they lose their childish bliss.
"When did we stop?" She can't help but ask. She knows when to some extent, but she doesn't remember the last moment, she remembers it fading away but not when it stopped. When they stopped trying to hold on to their innocence.
Caroline tilts her head as she regards her, a sadness welling in her eyes that is difficult to disguise. Especially from someone who knows her so well.
"When we changed, I guess."
"Do you ever wish we could go back to before?" Bonnie whispers, barely able to voice the question for fear the spirits might take them as a challenge.
Caroline's expression tightens, a grief lining her face that Bonnie is familiar with from the mirror.
"All the time." She murmurs.
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pebblescavern · 9 months
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can you make headcanons about dating klaus mikaelson x fem human reader
Yes of course, lovely!
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DATING KLAUS MIKAELSON HEADCANONS! ( AS A HUMAN ) MASTERLIST WARNINGS - Descriptions of Violence, Possessiveness
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• As a human, new to the world of the supernatural, you'd hoped your first big bad, the enemy of your close friend Elena Gilbert, would be fairly easy to deal with. Unfortunately for you, you manage to end up on the wrong side of Original business.
• However, in a rare instant of absolute luck, you manage to strike Klaus' fancy. You're headstrong, and he's not quite sure if it's genuine bravery, or just foolishness, but he's intrigued nevertheless.
• Klaus will flirt with you right off the bat. He's charming, he knows it, and he's trying to use it to his advantage.
• Expect grand gestures in an attempt to buy your affections. Jewelry, clothes, materials things bought and delivered to you with poetic notes all to make you like him.
• Despite frequently being used as Klaus bait, even as a human, your attempts to speak to him are largely genuine. He usually knows that you're being used to trick him, and looks forward to your often agenda lead visits anyhow.
• Eventually, Klaus asks you to accompany him on some sort of date, suggesting an expensive trip, or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. However, you quickly shoot down these attempts. It's not because you don't want to go on a date with him, and maybe not even because he's a terrible person, but because you're sick of him trying to buy your love.
• You tell him this point blank. You don't want to go on a date with him if the only goal is to dazzle you into having feelings for him, if he wants your love, he's going to have to prove that he's not just some morally ambiguous murderer who refuses to show you any depth at all. Klaus is largely silent, and ends up leaving without a word.
• After that conversation, you don't hear from Klaus for awhile. He's still around of course, terrorizing the people of Mystic Falls, but he doesn't engage in the same pleasant chit chat with you. However, taking you completely by surprise, Klaus shows up at your door with flowers, and asks you to go on a little trip with him.
• Unsure of whether or not this is actually just a ploy to murder you, you make the questionable decision to go with him. He leads you to the center square, and sits down on a bench, and gestures for you to the same.
• You're confused at first, giving him a quizzical expression as you take a seat on the bench beside him. He explains that he had thought about what you said, mentions that you're one of the most interesting people has met in the course of his vast life, and is willing to answer questions about himself.
• Taken slightly aback by this odd, and unexpected change of heart, you do ask him questions about himself. Anything you can think of, taste in music, hobbies, favorite place he's ever been, all small talk questions, but they lead into long conversations about everything and nothing at all.
• You end up going into the grill, ordering a mediocre meal and talking until close. In a true gentleman's fashion, he walks you back home, and you spare him a kiss on the cheek, before going inside and closing the door.
• Just after he turns to leave, you open the door once more. You tell him thank you for being honest, and that you look forward to next time.
• You end up going with Klaus to New Orleans upon his request, and when you start to feel a bit homesick, he presents you a painting he made for you of the town square.
• Klaus is endlessly grateful for your patience. He's manipulative, you're not an exception, but you refuse to tolerate it, and tell him so.
• That's part of why you and Klaus work so well, why you've persevered as a couple, you're entirely unwilling to stand for anything less than you know you deserve.
• His anger issues have been a frightening thing to deal with, upon occasion, when overwhelmed and angry at everything, he isn't beyond taking it out on you. Klaus would never harm you physically, but there are times when his loud, angry voice, and his tendency to throw things have been entirely too much.
• The first time Klaus managed to push you to tears, he refused to speak to you. Overwhelmed with guilt, and self loathing, he disappeared into violence and his paranoia increased tenfold. Everyone could see the difference between Klaus Mikaelson with you, and Klaus Mikaelson without you.
• Getting him to speak to you again is the hard part. Klaus has lost a lot of people, he is vile, and truly evil despite his best efforts not to be, and he's terrified of you becoming one of his many enemies. You have to remind him that you don't hate him, you're just upset and want an apology.
• You do have to spell it out for him. It's obnoxious, and can get on your nerves at times, but once he manages to overcome his own personal hurdles, he'll practically grovel at your feet for forgiveness.
• You're his muse. Many of his paintings are of you, he'll gently ask you to model for him, or to just hang out with him while he paints ( which is code for sit with me so I can look at you as a reference. )
• Klaus loves using terms of endearment and pet names with you, its just a never ending flood of 'love' 'my love' 'darling' and 'angel.' Sometimes you question if he actually knows your name, but he does.
• He is a big fan of keeping you at his side. Klaus is insecure, he has been told ever since he was a boy that he is less than others, that he is a monster, and he's constantly afraid that you'll leave him for someone better, and this often presents itself as obnoxious jealousy.
• Frustratingly enough, Klaus will absolutely interrupt you if you're having conversations with other men, and it's a habit you have to talk him out of. Again, the initial 'no bullshit' attitude that made Klaus so interested in you in the first place is what helps you here.
• Klaus trusts you whole heartedly, he really does, you've proven yourself to be kind, and worth trusting. He's terrified of you being stolen away from him, but that's not because of a lack of faith in you, it's a distrust of other people.
• Klaus likes to hold you. If you're alone, he will walk up behind you just for the sole purpose of wrapping his arms around your abdomen, resting his chin on your shoulder, and speaking to you in a completely mundane manner.
• Klaus will sling an arm over your shoulder and hold you against his side. Klaus doesn't want you to disappear, or have you be so far from him that he'd be unable to save you if something happened.
• Klaus will hug you, wrap his arms around you and tuck his face into your hair and allow himself to indulge in a moment of weakness. It's rare for him to show any truly vulnerable signs of his insecurity and anxiety, but he does with you.
• No matter what, it's likely that Klaus is a bit taller than you, so he'll press kisses to the top of your head, your forehead, or your temple. It's uncommon, but not rare for guys to have a long, passionate sort of kiss. It's not impossible, there's just not much time for it. ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
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so-long-soldier-writes · 10 months
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Part of the Action
poly!mikaelsons x human!reader
summary: you're about to be left out of yet another mikaelson plan, when an accidental mix-up happens that might convince them to let you help them. OR, you prove that you've got a lot more fire than the mikaelsons give you credit for.
tags: plotting, blood drinking
word count: 720
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You lay across the couch as Klaus goes over his plan for the third time. Your legs are in Kol’s lap, while your head is in Rebekah’s. As he strokes his finger along your thigh, she’s playing with your hair, and none of you are paying much attention to the hybrid. Elijah’s trying his best to listen to his brother, but he’s consumed by a jealousy of not being able to touch you while his siblings do that makes him deaf to the plan. 
“So I’ll need one of you to distract Damon, another to distract Stefan, and-” Klaus pauses, “are any of you idiots listening to me?”
Four pairs of eyes immediately snap up to him. 
“Could you stop petting the girl for one minute so you can tune into my plan for world domination?”
“She’s just so soft, Niklaus,” Rebekah whines, digging her hands into your scalp sweetly.
“Yes, I know, but this is important.”
“So is taking time to relax and love on our little girl.”
He sighs, then looks at you expectantly. You’re only able to fight his gaze for a minute before surrendering. Both Kol and Bekah argue as you move to be sitting in between them, not touching either of them. 
“Thank you, love. Now, this is the plan. One of you distracts Damon, another distracts Stefan. I grab Elena. Y/N, you stay here, because you are not getting caught in any crossfire-”
“Why do you never let me help?”
“Pardon?”
“Why do I always have to sit out when you guys are acting out on plans? I can help. I want to help.”
“We will not risk you getting hurt, baby. It is imperative that you stay here where you’re safe,” Elijah speaks for them all. 
“If I get hurt, you can just heal me! I want to help!”
“No, Y/N. That is an order. You stay here.”
“I can’t be here all the time while you’re always fighting. What if you get hurt?”
“We will heal.”
“Well you can heal me.”
“Love, it’s a no. Now stop fighting the matter before it results in punishment.”
You glare at the two eldest brothers, but then drop your gaze and pout.
Kol immediately leans over to whisper, “we love you too much for you to get hurt, darling. Yes, we can heal you, but there’s still so much risk.”
“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll stay back. Again.”
He smiles, then kisses your cheek. 
Klaus continues plotting. “I’ll only need Elena for a second, so you all only need to distract them for a little bit. Just long enough for me to make my point.”
You zone out while he talks, knowing there’s no use in listening anyway since you’re on the outs. At some point, Elijah sets his wine glass on the coffee table to stand up to talk to Klaus. Your eyes focus on it. I’m in desperate need of some wine to deal with this shit again, you think, ‘Lijah won’t mind if I steal a sip. 
In one quick motion, you reach for the glass and bring it to your lips. 
He spins around at the sound of movement, eyes immediately going wide. “Baby, that’s not wine. Put it-”
Too late. You take a big sip of the liquid. It’s already in your mouth by the time you realize it’s blood. It shocks you for a second; Elijah’s not usually one to drink blood from wine glasses - that’s usually Kol. But as it sits in your mouth, you find yourself enjoying the taste. It’s thick, oozy, and something about it makes you feel powerful. Like what once was someone’s life force is now being consumed by you. 
In one gulp, you swallow it. It’s heavy down your throat and bubbles in your stomach. The taste lingers on your lips, stained red from its color. 
You set the glass down and lie back on the couch, but not without swiping your tongue across your lips first. “What?” You question the four siblings staring at you. They’re all speechless, yet the longer you look, the more you recognize the love and lust in their eyes. 
Klaus is the first to break the silence. “Well, judging by that, maybe our beautiful and bloodthirsty girl is ready to be a part of the action.”
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mayfieldss · 1 year
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Damon Salvatore x wife reader
Where all she does is wheeze
She laughs at everything and all she does is wheeze and snort while crying for like 30 minutes straight as Damon looks at her and can't stop himself from laughing
Everyone just walks into the Salvatore home and asks what she's laughing about as they start laughing
Damon just shrugs and says
"she saw something hilarious on her phone and now she won't stop wheezing."
And like a little part where he says
"that's my wife." Like a 'i married that thing' LOLL
I just need this, I wheeze so much that it's an issue
GIRL SAME.
Funny - Damon Salvatore
Warnings: none.
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Damon never understood why you found the smallest things the most hilarious. It was strange to him that you could watch someone trip over and break into fits of laughter right before his eyes in the centre of town. Of course, he found similar things funny, but not in the way you did. It would be impossible to stop your fits of laughter once they began, and he just had to let you ride it out when they happened. It did make him feel good, however, that with every joke he told, you would burst into a cackling bundle of joy. He adored it, even when others found it a little strange.
It was one of those days when Damon entered the living room to you, sitting on the couch with your phone in hand. It all seemed normal, or as normal as it could be in the Salvatore house, when he heard a small snort from across the room. It came from you, he knew that much, and when he turned to get a good look at your figure, you were lost in the humour of whatever you'd just seen before he could stop it. You had collapsed lying on the couch now as you wheezed like you couldn't catch your breath. It was continuous and soon you fell from the piece of furniture, landing with a loud thump on the floor.
"What's got you this time?" He strolls up to you with an amount of swagger no one else can muster, but he's close to bursting out in laughter himself just at the sight of you on the floor. He snatches your phone from your hands, and you don't protest, slamming your hand on the carpet repeatedly as you continue to lose yourself in the situation. Damon eyes the screen of your phone, watching the video that had turned his wife into the wheezing mess that you were. It's a dog as far as Damon can tell, and as the video progresses, he watches said animal fall down a set of stairs. He watches the dog roll and smiles to himself, before turning his gaze to you again. "Funny dog?" He questions and you manage to lift your head enough to nod through your laughter. You've got tears streaming down your face now, and you're holding your stomach from the cramps of it all. And just like that, you've got Damon going too. He finds himself lost in laughter, crouching to the floor to try and lift you to your feet. "C'mon, up you get." It's hard for him to say because he can't entirely keep himself upright as he chuckles, but he manages as you grasp onto him tightly, still lost in your loud excessive wheezing.
"He—he fell. He just rolled." Your words come as gasps and Damon is cackling now, allowing you to collapse again because in truth there is no amount of strength that can keep you from rolling on the floor when you're like this.
"What the hell is going on?" Somehow Stefan has found his way into the room, a deep frown covering his features more than usual as he watches you roll around once more, unable to stop. Damon turns his head, grinning wide at his brother.
"She saw a dog fall down some stairs, it really got her going." He snorts as he says it, thinking about the video himself, and the way you're currently reacting to it. You've spent years with Damon doing things like this, and he remembers the day he made fun of the way Stefan decided to dress for your and Damon's wedding day. You'd absolutely lost it at the altar, and it took around twenty minutes to get the ceremony back on track.
"She's going this crazy over a dog?" Stefan is leaning against the doorframe looking more than just unimpressed, though Damon is loving the show of it all, especially the quiet moments where you try and catch your breath, only to continue laughing seconds later.
"It wasn't just any dog Stefan; it was a dog falling down some stairs." Damon pats his brother on the shoulder as he approaches, standing beside him as he watches you work yourself up over the thing. His face aches with the length of time he's spent grinning, and he finds himself chuckling again as you let out a long, loud wheeze. And then you go quiet, breathing slowly as you calm down. But Damon loves the sound of your laugh, the genuine sound of your joy, so he starts you up again.
"He just rolled down those stairs, right baby?"
"He rolled!" You shout back, the last syllable morphing into yet another wheeze before your back at it, rolling around and grasping your cramping stomach.
"You seriously married her, you know that right?" It's Stefan again, and his gaze goes back and forth between your figure and Damon's, entirely confused by the whole situation. Damon seems to smile wider at the mention of that because the concept of forever with you, and a hundred more moments like this just sounds perfect to him.
"Hell yeah, I did. That's my damn wife." And Stefan doesn't understand it, but Damon couldn't care less as he moves forward to meet you again, crouching at your side once more. He pulls you up into a sitting position, and you grasp his arms, as you try and keep yourself steady.
"He was so cute, but he just couldn't make it down those stairs." You're still gasping, your words coming in short bursts as you wheeze over and over, laughing until your ribs feel as though they're on fire, and Damon joins you because he can't think of anything better.
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GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu
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vampykween · 3 months
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vampire!ghost who can’t control himself once he’s got a taste of your blood.
you taste just as sweet as you look and he just can’t help himself. not when your hands fist in his hair in a weak attempt to pry his fangs from your neck. he only stops when he notices the fight has left your body and you lie limply in his arms.
he feels sick, he doesn’t know what comes over him. he loves you so much - swears that despite being a monster that he would never hurt you. he avoided for you for so long for this very reason. unless price is around his mind is a war zone and all he can think about his how you smell, how you would taste, the sight of your lithe body writhing under his. what makes him feel the worst is he knows that once you wake up and see his sullen face, you’ll forgive him. you’re so used to being hurt and brutalized by those who claim to love you that you’ll forgive his display of violence.
even after death, trapped in this hellish eternal life simon riley was destined to be a killer. loving him was a guaranteed death sentence.
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thewritersaddictions · 5 months
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Day Twenty-Four: Klaus Mikealson + Toys
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It had started as a gag gift and then turned into something more private and serious. Though you aren't really sure if Klaus knows what a gag gift is.
You had both gone out, grabbing gag gifts of your own for each other. You grabbed the best of the best. Fart spray. Klaus on the other hand grabbed something rather sesitive, and private.
The night before you were supposed to leave for a family vacation with the Mikealson family. You set your trap, Klaus taking a shower and this time you had opted to not take one alongside him. Klaus was already suspicious of your option not to shower with him.
You set everything up. The sound of the water turning off lets you know that you have to get into postion. Just before Klaus walks out of the bathroom. You spritz a few pumps out of the bottle. You run back to the bed. Getting under the blanket and willing your heart to slow down.
"Love…" Klaus stops mid sentence, disgusts worps his beautiful face. "What the hell is that smell?" He asks, you look over him. Your phone in hand. "What are you talking about baby?" You ask with faux concern. He can't tell if you're lying to him, but he takes what you give him for a real answer.
You lay there as Klaus tries his hardest to get awya from the disgusting smell. Getting dressed in a low pair of sweatpants, and climbs into bed with you. The silence is comforting, and just as you get into your sleep. The warm hands of klaus land on your hips and drag you into him.
"Good night sweetheart." he whispers into your ear, and kisses you right under your ear. "Also I'm fully willing to get you back for earlier." He says in a husky voice. You shiver at the antipication, and his words.
The next morning you take a long and needed shower. From outside the door Klaus shouts that he'll get your outfit together. You don't mind the action, it makes you flaot whenever you walk out and there lays our outfit. When you do manage to get out of the steamy bathroom. Your clothes lay out on the beds edge. Panties and all.
You get dressed, and without even thinking about you gather yourself up, and get into the car. Klaus had already packed your bags alongside his own. You got into the passengar seat, and waited for him.
The car ride was filled with is favorite music, and then the sudden feeling between your legs gave you a shiver. Stopping you in what you were doing. The book flopping down to your lap. "What's wrong baby?" That tone, the mimick of his voice. "Oh fuck- nothing is wrong. Just this, um this book." You pratically moan out, the buzzing in your panties.
Suddenly clicks in your head, "Is this-" you shifgt and the buzz sensation goes straight to your clit and you can't manage to get words or thoughts out. "Are you… Is this your gag fuckin' gift?' You finally ask, as the buzzing calms down. Klaus smirks that devilish smirk.
The buzzing stops suddenly, and then you're back to reading your book. Distracted by the words, and the chacters stories. It's not till hours later when you're eating dinner with Klaus sister on each side of you. Your talking with Freya about a girl nights that you're just dying to go on, but then the damn smirk comes back on Klaus face as he listens to his brother elijah moan on and on about something so unimportant he's just staring at you.
The buzzing starts up again. Low at first, and then you can't ignore the feeling inbetween your legs. You can feel your face go red like the apples in the trees behind you.
"Are you okay Y/n?" Freya asks, "Hm," You half moan and hum. "just a little hot out here." Your voice breaks. "Oh, yeah I do have to agree it's a little hot out here. Don't know why we had to eat out here?" Freya says dramtically while turning to look at her two brothers.
The buzzing doens't stop, not even has your grip on the silverware turns white, and your thighs squeeze tightly to stop the buzzing. "Klaus can you.… um… pass the um the salad." You moan out, and you drop the silverware and reach out for the bowl.
"Of course baby." Klaus voice is once again husky, as he passes the bowl the buzzing increases, and you almost drop the bowl. "Maybe you should go take a rest Y/n." Rebekah says looking athe situation unfold. "Go take your girlfriend inside in the cool air Niklaus." She says strongly.
"Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." Klaus says getting up from his seat, and going towards you. You stay still in your postion, and then latch onto his bicep. He's holding you up.
When you both reach the front french doors. You both stop for Klaus to open the door. As the two of you walk in Klaus whispers in your ear. "You feelin' good baby?" You moan asthe feeling hadn't gone away. Your high is so close then the feeling stops between your thighs. "Klaus!" You moan, "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum tonight."
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Completed on: 08/09/23
Posted on: 10/24/23
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The Originals Master List // Kinktober '23
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– “ DATING NIKLAUS MIKAELSON “ HEADCANON's
niklaus mikaelson x human!female!reader –
warnings!: kidnapping, blood, murder, somewhat stalkerish tendencies mentioned?
word count: 2.03k requested by: @catmikaelson20
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。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚
Klaus had noticed your arrival in New Orleans straight away, after all, it was his city, and he was the King of it, or so he liked to think.
Something about your piercing eyes which were always filled with curiosity and wonder as you wandered the city full of supernaturals, had caught his attention.
The city could get windy at times and he loved watching as you made your way through the French Quarter, your shiny locks swinging in the wind.
Klaus had thought he had been very stealthy, however, he was not. 
You’d always find him not too far from you, lurking in the shadows, it really should’ve creeped you out that some hybrid had been following you albeit it was the opposite.
You found it comforting in a way, knowing someone was always looking out for you.
Elijah, knew you were Klaus's current infatuation, so after a few months of suffering and having to watch Niklaus practically stalk you, he had decided he would introduce himself to you, seeing as he’d seen you around as well.
You thought it was by chance that you’d run into the Elijah Mikaelson, however, it was not. Elijah had figured out your routine and purposely ran into you on your daily stop at the cafe you had been working at. 
Elijah hurriedly walked into the cafe after you had been in there for 10 minutes, as he had seen you talking to your coworkers. You had accidentally spilled your coffee all over his crisp suit, your face besmirched with nothing other than horror. 
Your mouth had been agape, before you had finally shaken out of your daze, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I swear you came out of nowhere, here, let me help you.” You quickly rambled.
“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t much care for this suit anyways,” He assured you, as you frantically patted napkins against the material of the suit in an attempt to dry it.
He placed his hand against yours to stop you, “It’s quite alright…” He said, waiting for you to fill in your name for him.
“Y/n, you’re the infamous Elijah Mikaelson,” You responded.
“Indeed, I am, Y/n.” He said, a charming smile on his face.
“You Mikaelsons are awfully famous around here… huh,”
“Yes, our family has some history in New Orleans, we practically built the city,”
“Wow, here, let me buy you a coffee or something to make up for your destroyed suit, although I’m sure it costs much more than a 5-dollar coffee,” You laughed.
“Well, I’ll gladly take the coffee,”
The both of you had settled into a conversation, as you strolled about the Quarter.
Elijah had been telling you all about the supernatural history of New Orleans, seeing as you had told him you knew about vampires, wolves, and witches, including how you knew he and his family were the Originals.
You had gestured to your vervain ring, as you had explained your numerous encounters with various supernatural beings.
You had even gotten talking about hobbies, and how you quite enjoyed writing, which had prompted a proposal from Elijiah, “It’s quite interesting that you mention that, my brother Niklaus is in desperate need of an editor or typist, he’s got a few things in the works, I’m sure he’d love your assistance.”
“Oh, I’m not sure I’d be much help,”
“I assure you he’d deeply appreciate it, and I’m sure you’re quite the novelist yourself,” He sang your praises, and you gave in.
When you first met Niklaus he tried to keep his guard up around you, trying to come off as intimidating, however, his plan had backfired.
“Y’know sometimes when I walk through the quarter, for some reason, I just feel eyes on me, like someone’s watching me, hiding in the shadows. Do you ever feel like that?” You’d told the hybrid. 
His face slightly twitched before he quickly hid it with a smirk on his full lips, “Love, I’m Niklaus Mikaelson, I’ve always got eyes on me, I have an exponential amount of enemies that’d love to get me when I’m vulnerable.”
The more time the two of you spent together, the more you somehow broke down the hybrid’s concrete walls.
Niklaus may have been stubborn, but so were you.
“Niklaus, you’re writing is exceptional, you don’t need my help, so why do you insist that I help you edit your work?”
“Love, my writing is exceptional because you edit it.”
“Nonsense. You know, with the amount of time we spend together, you’d think I’d know more about you, I mean I feel like you practically know everything about me…”
Eventually, Niklaus opened up to you about everything, from the years of abuse he suffered at the hand of his father, to his deep fear of abandonment, how he’d always felt odd due to being a “bastard” child.
You knew Nik had flaws, however there was something about him that pulled you in, maybe it was his dedication to his family and their long promise of always and forever.
It was something you wish your family had, that kind of closeness, that no matter what they did, you’d always go back to each other, however, your family was far from that.
From his insistent paranoia to his anger issues, you’d still fallen for him.
Secretly he felt the same, your outer and inner beauty, kindness, and caring personality had made him wrapped around your finger.
He desperately tried to hide it but failed.
Whenever you’d leave, he’d insist on taking you home, to ensure you’d made it safely, as well as insisting you texted him when you were safely inside your apartment.
Eventually, it came to the point where you’d see each other every day, Niklaus often stopping by your work for a cup of his usual coffee. It had gotten to the point where your coworkers had thought he was your boyfriend, which you’d always deny. 
However, there was a twinge in your heart that deeply wanted a relationship with the infamous hybrid.
Everyone could see that you both were head over heels in love with each other but the two of you, whenever anyone said anything you both denied what was right in front of you.
“You’ve truly lost your mind, Rebekah, there’s no way she feels any sort of way for me. She’s too kind. Too pure.”
“Yeah right, like Klaus Mikaelson has feelings for me!” You had laughed.
What finally changed the dynamic of your relationship was when you had been kidnapped by one of Klaus’s enemies.
You had been held hostage and tortured for days, before Klaus finally found you in the abandoned warehouse.
He had torn up the city looking for you, whilst threatening witches to do locator spells for him.
When he came to rescue you, you watched as he murdered your captors in cold blood.
He freed you from the ropes which held you, blood besmirching his face and clothes, as his eyes that glowed yellow returned to their usual blue color.
He pulled you into a tight embrace, clinging to you as he muttered various apologies, from being sorry for getting you kidnapped to having to see him end your captor's lives.
You simply gave him a weak smile, hands on his face, you wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before smashing your lips against his.
He returned the kiss with fervor, before pulling away.
He opened his eyes, “We shouldn’t start this, Y/n, I don’t want to endanger you any more than I already have.”
After that Niklaus had kept his distance from you, however, returned to keeping an eye on you from the shadows.
You had had enough.
You had stormed into the compound yelling and demanding Klaus to come out. Once you had you’d told him off about how he had no right to decide what was best for you, seeing as you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.
“Who are you to decide what’s best for me Klaus?! I am in love with you and I don’t care if that put’s me in danger!”
It felt like hours had passed as you and Niklaus shouted back and forth, voices echoing throughout the compound for Rebekah and Elijah to hear.
Somehow Klaus had come to the realization that you were more stubborn than him. He murmured a “Bloody hell,” before he shut you up with a kiss.
From then on, you and Klaus had begun dating.
You and Klaus were inseparable.
He always wanted to be near you, in order to protect you, and if he couldn’t he’d order Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel, or someone to guard you when he couldn’t.
He’d constantly surprise you with random gifts such as flowers, “Just because,”.
Klaus would always spoil you, and always insist that he pay for everything, “Love, you’re a queen, and deserve to be treated like it.”
Taking you on random dates, spontaneous trips.
Not long after you began dating, you’d moved into the compound, Klaus no longer wanting you to be living in your apartment by yourself.
Depending on your hair type: Nik would learn how to braid, after you’d complain about your arms aching after having finished doing your own box braids or cornrows /// having to braid your hair before you sleep so you wouldn’t get split ends or tangles in the morning.
He’d always deny it but he secretly loved cuddling, especially when he was the small spoon.
Constantly having to be touching you, whether it be an arm around your waist, his palm against your thigh, holding hands.
Learning to cook your favorite meal.
Waking up each morning to your favorite morning drink on your bedside table.
Catching him watching you as you applied your makeup, “I can’t help it, love, it’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”
Always wanting your attention, “Love, are you listening to me?” 
“Of course, I am, lovey.”
Needing to have one of your AirPods in, so he could listen to your music as well.
Countless nights where the both of you would just stay up talking about anything and everything.
If you wear glasses/contacts, he’d love when you wore your glasses over your contacts.
Whenever you would do some self-care such as face masks, he’d always want to participate as well, “Darling, just because I’m an immortal hybrid doesn’t mean that I don’t need to take care of my skin, I mean this isn’t just immortality, it’s SPF as well.”
Whenever he was stressed he’d love it when you’d play with his hair, it always soothed him and melted his stress.
When he’s upset he’d take some time to himself not wanting to lash out at you.
You and Rebekah were the best of friends and loved teasing Klaus together.
You’d eventually learn that Elijah had set you up, because Klaus had never really been looking for an editor or typist.
“Elijah! I can’t believe this,” You laughed.
Whenever Nik would wake up from a nightmare, you’d be right there for him, placing soothing kisses on his shoulder to comfort him.
You would be the first to say the L word, it had been after you and Nik had been dating for almost a year. 
You always knew you had strong feelings for Nik, however, they were really brought to light when you’d gotten extremely sick, and Nik spent every day at your bedside taking care of you.
You had been slightly delirious but you meant every word.
Nik had been laying next to you, the both of you facing each other after he had just made you your favorite soup.
Your hand reached for his own, clasping it. His blue eyes met your own, “I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.”
It had left him slightly shocked, his mouth slightly agape, before a large dimpled grin spread across his face, “I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.”
You both loved each other immensely and would do anything for each other.
。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚
A/N: Idk how to feel about this…
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Masterlist Part 2
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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson
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summary — you couldn’t help but swoon over the original without her even having to compel you, instead of matt being in the lake with elena its you but with a twist.
description — poc fem!reader, tvd rebekah!au, sexual themes but no smut.
— 🩸   ◦ ✺   🦷  ⟢ —
The first time you met Rebekah in Mystic Falls you were already so fascinated with her but with your childhood friends completely having a war with her and her siblings you kept to yourself.
Being one of two humans in the friend group you were surprised that you lived for this long especially Matt Donavan, he literally gets himself killed every other day.
You were in charge of taking Elena out of Mystic Falls, she was unconscious in your car as you began to drive over Wickery Bridge. A tall silhouette appeared in the middle of the road causing you to slam onto your brakes serving off the bridge and into the deep lake.
The water wasted no time sinking into your car, bashing your hands and elbows onto the windows at fear of you and your best friend drowning.
Panic rose into your body as you started sucking in the water that filled up your lungs, the burning sensation making you hysterical until all pain vanished and the little light around you turned black.
Your body shot up as water shot out of your lungs, you gasped breathlessly finally feeling relieved that you were able to breathe again. Another subtle gasp had caused you to snap your head to the side only to see the blonde with relief written all over her face.
“Darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were in the car or else I wouldn’t have don—“ You were quick to cut her off.
“You tried to kill me Rebekah!” Anger brewed in your voice.
“No, I tried to kill Elena but besides—“ You eyes widen as you started to become aware of your surroundings. You were in the Mikaelson’s Mansions more specifically lying in the original girls bed.
“Elena! Oh my god Elena!” Sobs started choking out of your throat thinking you had killed your best friend.
“No, love. She’s alive, don’t worry she’s alive” Rebekah’s hand rubbed your face trying to soothe you.
You looked up at her confusion plastered across your face wondering how you even ended up here rather than at the Salvatores house, her baby blue orbs sadden.
“They left you in the lake to perish Darling, I hid when Stefan left with Elena when I saw it was your car and I saved you just in time.” She explained with her voice so gentle, her soft hand still caressing your face.
“They— no, they wouldn’t just leave me to die.” Your heart sunk deep into your stomach, forcefully pushing her hand away from you. Denial kicked in realizing that your once close friends didn’t even think twice to come back and even give you a proper burial if they thought you were even dead.
“Why, why would they leave me, I have done nothing but risk my life for them—“ Your throat swelled up as your heart ached, the emotion pain started becoming physical and all you could let out were extricating sobs.
Rebekah pulled you into her lap and held you close to her chest as tears streamed down your now puffed up face. “Shh sweet girl, you’re okay, you’re safe with me.” Her soothing voice slowly calming you down, little hiccups now escaping your lips.
“Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.” Your little comment made her chuckle, she so gently lifted up your chin to have you look at her mesmerizing face.
She licked her lips staring half lidded at your lips then back to your eyes, the supposed dangerous vampire leaned down and pressed her lips against your swollen pink ones. You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid back on her mountains of pillows having her crawl on top of you, caging your body beneath near.
She pulled away having you desperately chase back for more getting a smirk as she saw her red lipstick smudged into your soft lips.
“I don’t hate you baby, I hate the people you associate yourself with.” You felt your heart beating fast just by her words alone, are you sure she didn’t compel you? No, you wore a vervain bracelet that Bonnie gifted you when all of this went down.
“I didn’t even think you would be interested in girls? Let alone me.” You gave her a sweet smile, your stomach starting to do flips with the way she looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature she’s ever laid her eyes on.
— 🩸   ◦ ✺   🦷  ⟢ —
authors note — GUUYYSSS SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 BUT IT’LL HAVE SMUT 😩🙌🏽
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anonair · 2 years
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Can I request a drabble please? “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.” with Jeremy Gilbert?
𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? - 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none <3
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Jeremy were planning a movie night until you both realized you had the house alone...
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anon.
MOVING OVER TO WATTPAD. PLEASE FOLLOW FOR MORE!!
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You walked up to the Gilbert house, knocking on the door lightly before waiting on the porch for an answer. You were excited, movie nights with Jeremy were your favorite. Finally, the door swung open. However, instead of Jeremy, it was Elena. You flash a soft smile at her. “Hey, Y/N. Jeremy told me you were coming, come in.” She greeted you. “Jeremy, Y/N is here!” She shouted for him.
You walked into the house, turning back around to face Elena. “How have you been?” You asked, making conversation with her while you waited for Jeremy to come down from his room. “I’ve been great. The same as usual.” She laughed before Jeremy came rushing down the stairs. He wrapped his arms around you, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Gross, Jer. You could’ve at least given me a warning.” Elena joked, “Like you do give me?” He sarcastically responded. Elena rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“Anyway, I’m leaving. Damon and I have a date planned and I don’t think I’ll be coming back until tomorrow. So, promise me, no funny business!” She said, walking over and grabbing her jacket. Jeremy’s eyes followed her. He nodded, “Whatever.” He always tried to seem like he didn’t respect Elena’s authority, even though deep down he knew he did; A defiant kid he was. “I’m serious. I’m trusting you with her.” She squinted at him, joking. Elena had quickly become protective over you. You were the only person she loved to see Jeremy with. “Don’t worry, Elena. He’ll be on his best behavior.” You reassured her, laughing. Elena nodded before a beep came from outside the door. “I’m assuming that’s Damon. See you tomorrow.” She smiled before leaving.
Jeremy peeked through the window, watching as Damon’s car pulled off with Elena in it. He walked over to you, “Finally.” He chuckled before pressing a deep kiss on your lips again. You kissed him back, smiling through the kiss. “She won’t be back until tomorrow, which means you can stay over, yeah?” He asked. You pulled out your phone, “Yeah, I’ll just let my aunt know I won’t be coming home tonight.” You smiled, typing a new text to your aunt. While in Mystic Falls, your aunt let you see Jeremy as much as possible. She didn’t hold you back because she would rather you be honest than do things behind her back.
“She said it’s fine.” You said, showing Jeremy her text.
“I wish Elena was as easy-going as her.” He said, playfully rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry, she will come around. We just can’t let her catch us tomorrow morning.” You laughed. “So, what movie are we going to watch?” You continued. “Well, It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.” He smirked, pulling you into his embrace.
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Femslash February: Batherine | Bonnie Bennett x Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)
Requested by @hydesjackiespuddinpop
Magic isn't just a candle flickering to life, or some fancy firework-like sparks. It isn't just an object moving on its own from one side of the room to the other, or a book suddenly flipping to the exact right page.
Magic is also a splitting migraine that starts at the base of the skull and then spreads like wildfire, seeping into every crevice and wrinkle of the brain. It's lethargy that deadens limbs and makes even the eyelids too heavy to lift, crushed under the weight of the world only a few hours ago.
It's hot. Literally - it burns as it travels through the veins, right down to the tips of the finger, emanating across every nerve and muscle until the entire body is consumed with the heat of something indescribable and unknowable. It's metallic, like the blood that drips down into the mouth.
But none of that is enough to stop the enchantment of something so bitter; so unpredictably and deliciously dangerous. Those drawn in by the flicker of light in the darkness accept the risk of getting lost in it, consumed momentarily by an irrepressible desire.
Bonnie knows she is on the verge of being lost as she stares back into the dark eyes peering up at her from behind her own arm, fangs lost in her soft flesh. The white-hot flames beneath her skin push and pulse until she is sure she is actually going to catch fire. Magic is oxygen, it is the thing that fills her lungs and is stolen from them almost immediately, and it is the indescribable sensation that ripples through her when Katherine's resolve breaks, becoming too lost in the moment to keep it up any longer. Her eyelids flicker and she laces their fingers together with a soft moan.
Maybe lost is what they both are. Lost to a world that lost interest in them. Maybe magic is finding each other when the world has long-since stopped looking.
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Divination
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"You see - New Orleans or famously The Big Easy is not your ordinary city. Nor this Police Department. You see, those two detectives - Gilbert and Mikaelson -they bring monsters and unholy creatures to justice. At best of times I don't know how they manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning. It's numbed normalcy, they say. Self-inflicted detachment." Camille O'Connell, the Police Chief said to the FBI Agent Stefan Salvatore. "So, you can suck it up. Work with them or without them - I don't care. But I'm not taking them off the case."
The Agent looked at the Police Chief tilting his head curiously.
Meanwhile, in the French Quarter
"I wonder if Mercedes will help us this time?" Elijah said to his partner before entering the Magic Shop.
Elena just raised her eyebrows wordlessly following the vampire in.
"Now, kisa mwen ka fè pou ou detektif?" Mercedes Lézare said. "We don't have the key to the divination you're looking for."
"And how do you know what we are looking for?" Elijah said in a very patient low voice not looking at the witch.
"Li nan mond lespri a kounye a. Epi ou pa ka antre nan li, vanpir." Mercedes said in her native tongue.
"I may not be able to enter the spirit world, but you know that detective Gilbert can." Elijah turned to the witch.
The witch gulped, sighing inwardly. She knew that the doppelganger was a Shadow dweller.
"Leave me out of this. You go to Papa Oba and get to the Underworld." Mercedes said, clutching her emerald amulet as she stepped back.
"Papa Oba is nowhere to be found." Elena said calmly. "And you know that. My father was a demon and I am a Shadow dweller, but I don't hurt people. You don't have to be afraid if me."
"You are an Omen. And I will always be beware of you - fè nwa."
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omg i have never requested anything non anonymously so i’m kinda scared lmao😭😭 anyways so i was wondering ab a kol x reader where it takes place after bonnie pulls the veil separating the other side from the living, and the reader was a vampire who was dating kol before she was killed and when she comes back she immediately tries to find him and at first he doesn’t recognize her and thinks klaus or one of his enemies are trying to distract him and then from there on ig(again this is my first time requesting so it’s probs worded terribly but yeah i love ur writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻)
OFC BABES. THIS LITERALLY GIVES ME SO MUCH MUSE... AND IT'S IMMEDIATELY GOING AHEAD OF EVERYTHING IM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING.
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Reunited // K. Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
MASTERLIST
Warnings - Descriptions of death and violence, light cursing, and a smidge of angst! ( Angst isn't really a warning, I also don't really know if this qualify's as angst, but shhh. )
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Dying had felt nothing like it did the first time. In your transition from human to vampire, it hadn't felt quite so terrifying, because you knew you would come back- you were going to shoot right back up, and spend eternity with the love of your life, despite the wishes of his insane family.
The second time however, there was no second chance, no miracle save as splinters of wood dug farther and farther into the flesh of your undead heart. Your mouth had shot open, a winded gasp escaping it. You and Kol had made fleeting eye contact, before you both looked down at the stake that had been unexpectedly driven into your chest.
Kol's father had always had it out for his children, aiming to cleanse the world of the evil he and his wife had created, and by association, you were also due to die. You felt cold all over again, and your limbs were beginning to freeze up on you, turning gray as your body desiccated at a rapid rate. You hadn't been afraid since you turned into a vampire, but in that instant, you were beyond frightened, tears pricking your eyes.
Everything slowly faded, the world becoming foggy. Kol was sure to run with his family, there was no way for them to defeat their father, they had been running for centuries before you. You briefly wondered if he would mourn you. Kol had had many lovers over the course of his long lifespan, and you couldn't help but wonder how long he would miss you.
Then the world was empty. There was no Kol, no Mikael, nobody at all. Just you, a buzzing, humming world full of distant voices you couldn't really hear, and a front row seat to the sight of your corpse. You had wandered for a while, screaming out the name's of people you had once known, screaming for anyone.
This wasn't Heaven, nor Hell, not as you had been told your whole life. This was purgatory, or, 'The Other Side' as witches called it. You spent ages there, unsure of the passage of time, alone and cold, left with nothing but your memories as proof that you had ever been alive at all. Many vampires miss being human, but you simply missed existing, pretending to breathe air, and the love of your life.
You were condemned to this lonesome, and cruel existence of nothing and everything all at once, a whole world for you to explore, entirely devoid of people... that was of course until the veil began to weaken.
At first those distant voices had just gotten louder, then, the street you had been wandering exploded with life. Humans, even a couple vampires, roaming that same street. Some of them couldn't hear you, others could, and you quickly realized that these companions were also dead, those who had been cursed to live that life as well.
Eventually, the veil between the living and dead disappeared entirely. People saw you, commented on your general lack of understanding and your old timey garb. You wasted no time now that you were alive again, quick to search for the love of your life, and maybe some newer clothing.
It hadn't been terribly difficult, but it hadn't been easy either. The Mikaelson's were good at hiding, they always been, it was what had kept them safe from their father, but you knew all of Kol's old vices and habits. Arguably, the worst part of that endeavor had been finding clothes that made any sense at all to you.
Your eyes had found him in the crowd of a bar, and the world felt as if it had stopped spinning. You weren't alone anymore, the world buzzed with life and not the echoes of it, and there he was. The man you had loved for as long as you could remember, the last face you had seen before the nothing. "Kol." You had breathed out from the opposite end of the room, and he had heard you anyhow.
Kol's head snapped in your direction, drink still in hand. You watched with bated breath as his eyes widen, mouth opened, then shut. His expression changed multiple times in the course of a mere couple minutes; shock, a glimpse of hope, and then it hardened. His eyebrows cinched together, and he frowned.
You walked over to him, awkwardly shuffling past drunkards, and people jamming to the loud music in the bar. "Kol. It's been ages since I last saw you." You whispered gently, reaching out for him with a shaky hand. You had imagined this moment hundreds of times before, seeing him again, being able to feel his shoulder beneath your hand.
However, he made an effort to move away from you, a bitter smile on his face. "Not so fast, darling. I can appreciate some impressive magic, but you're not her." Kol stated, taking a sip of his drink. "Very impressive though, must admit. Did Klaus send you, or are you part of the very long list of people who want to maim him? Either way, you're going to have to at least wait until I finish this."
"I've come on my own accord. Am I not allowed to visit you with the one chance I've been given to live a life again." You stated with an almost dejected expression. You suddenly felt even more uncomfortable in your modern clothes, the tight fitting shirt and jeans feeling as though they were choking the life out of you again. "I can assure you I'm me, I have to imagine I'd know, as I've spent the last couple centuries in a desolate purgatory with myself and nothing but."
The Original raised a brow at you, tapping his fingers against his glass as he seemed to toss the information around in his mind. "Very interesting story, love. Have a good night." He stated with a sarcastic smile, standing up and preparing to leave. Kol wasn't even willing to entertain the idea that you were you, he had seen you die, and there was simply no reason for anyone to go through the trouble of bringing you back. He had tried, at least before being stuffed into a box for his other tendencies.
You watched, mouth agape, before quickly charging after him. You had always been fairly stubborn. You challenged Kol. "You are not going to walk away from me, Kol. I have spent far too long thinking of this for you to stomp off now." You swallowed, looking at the floor and shaking your head, before meeting his eyes again. "Whatever is happening that allows me to be here is sure to end soon. Witches love their balance, you told me that, and they can't have roaming, vengeful spirits out and about."
"Is that why you're here then, petty revenge against my family? Tell me, how'd we piss you off, love? Did you know how much she meant to me? Though really I suppose the importance lies in the tense- meant." Kol placed a hand on your shoulder, somehow managing to smile with his mouth and scowl with his eyes. "Your plans to ruffle my feathers, and get under my family's skin, don't work if I don't care about her anymore."
The lies slipped off of his tongue so easily, as he had been telling them to himself for years. Hundreds of years later, you did matter. Looking at you hurt him, because he knew it couldn't be you, he couldn't hold your face in his hands like he used too, because there was no rational explanation for you to be back. Mikael had killed you, he had seen it, and Elijah had to drag him away from you before his body laid in flames beside yours. You couldn't be here.
Your lips parted in a mixture of anguish and surprise. You couldn't tell if the stake was lodged in your chest again, or if it was just a similar pain. Your limbs froze again, and you swore you were dying as he shoved you back, and proceeded out of the bar with utmost speed. He didn't look back, he couldn't bring himself to.
Tears burned in your eyes, and for once, you let them spill. Standing in tears, sobbing into your hands in the middle of a bar, you realized the centuries of yearning had meant nothing. You had been nothing more than a name on a long list of dead lovers to Kol, and that was all you would ever be. Another dead girl, one of hundreds, left in the wake of the Mikaelsons.
Kol had his own realization, stepping out into the street, and being immediately greeted by more people out of the loop, dazed, confused, and undeniably old timey. Shit. He turned immediately, shoving his way back into the bar. His eyes scanned the crowds for you again, for the familiar sight of your face, or your hair which he had hoped to see again for so long, but had been so fast to turn away.
It was too late, you had already left.
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i don't know if this was short? or if this was out of character? and if it was either i apologize. uhmm, pt. 2? maybe if y'all are interested in a more fluff based version, this was kind of just angst, but shhh. ALSO, LOVELY LOVELY REQUESTER, I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS. IF ANYTHING ELSE POPS INTO YOUR NOGGIN, EITHER REQUEST OR DM ME IMMEDIATELY ( /not forced ) XOXOXO
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so-long-soldier-writes · 10 months
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drabble #1 - shots
kol mikaelson x reader
summary: of all the places for your secret crush to be revealed, of course it's at a loud, unruly bar. and, of course, your crush overhears everything you say about him.
tags: alcohol, drinking games, secret crush, minor steroline
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For the last three hours, you and Caroline have been in the grill, getting drunker by the minute. An innocent game of rating people who walked through the door quickly became a less-than-innocent game of electing how many shots it would take to kiss said people. Then, of course, things took a turn when instead of asking about strangers, the questions came about friends. Now, you’re in a full fledged, back-and-forth, public game of how many shots it would take to kiss your friends. 
“How many shots to kiss Matt?” You ask.
“Considering I’ve already kissed him, probably none. The embarrassment is already gone. Been there, done that. Now, how many shots would it take you to kiss Jeremy?”
“Girl, like ten, to get over the fact that I’m kissing Elena’s little brother. I mean, he’s good-looking enough, but oh my god.”
“True. Okay, your turn.”
“Hmmm… oh, this is a good one. John Gilbert.”
Caroline chokes on her tequila shot. “That is not a friend!”
“I’m branching out.”
“Like, a thousand!”
You erupt in a fit of laughter, “same. Straight alcohol poisoning.” 
“How many to kiss… Alaric?”
“Saltzman? Seriously?”
“Mhm. And give a real number. Be honest.”
“Ugh. Well he’s not unattractive, but he’s also our teacher, Care. Ummm… sixteen.”
“Very specific.”
“I thought about it thoroughly.”
“Clearly.”
“Okay. How many to sleep with-”
“When did this turn into ‘sleep with’?! I thought we were kissing!”
“Shut up,” you giggle, “how many to sleep with Stefan?”
Caroline goes quiet immediately. She starts counting on her fingers. “Six. Because we’re kinda friends, but not super close. And he’s also Elena’s ex, and Damon’s brother, so that makes things a little weird.”
“Really?”
“What would you say?”
“I’m not sure, actually.”
“Alright then.” She looks around the restaurant for a minute. In a split second, her eyes land on someone, then bounce off immediately. When she turns back to you, she’s smirking. “How many would it take for you to sleep with Kol Mikaelson?”
On a normal day, you’d blush red and refuse to answer. But tonight, you’re too drunk to remember you have to hide your crush on the man. “Two. Both solely for confidence.”
Her jaw drops, “Y/N!”
“What?!”
“You’d sleep with him barely drunk? Not even drunk, like slightly tipsy?”
“Girl, I’d sleep with him sober, I just need the confidence boost.” You shift in your seat as she says nothing. “I know you feel the same way about Stefan, so don’t come at me!”
“I said six!”
“I know you’d do less, given the chance!”
“Y/N!”
“What?! He’s hot,” you mutter, “and I like a bad boy.”
“You’re crazy,” she laughs, “we’re gonna need another bottle for this. I’ll be right back.” She saunters off towards the bar, still shocked, but also giggling, about your truthful answer. 
“Might take me a shot of confidence, too, darling. To match your boldness.” A voice comes from your left. You whip around to find its owner, just to come face-to-face with Kol himself. 
Your face pales.
“Aw, come on, don’t get shy on me now.”
“Did- did you?”
“Hear you? Definitely. Vampire hearing, darling. Plus, girls get louder when they’re drunk.” He smiles. “But not to worry, I’m flattered it would only take a couple confidence shots to sleep with me. Say, we can make that a reality. I’ll admit, the reason I come to this bar every night with my brother is on the off-chance that you’d be here. Looks like I came on the perfect night.”
“You look for me?” You stutter on your words.
“Not in a creepy way, but like an ‘I need to know you’ way. Seems to me that you’d like to know me better too, if it’s not so outlandish of me to suggest.”
“No, not at all.”
“Sounds lovely. Meet you at seven, here, tomorrow night?” 
“I’d love to.”
“Perfect, then.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “See you then, darling.”
He leaves with enough time to spare so that Caroline doesn’t cross his path.
“I nearly had to fight Matt for the bottle. He tried to say we’re too drunk. But- why are you blushing?”
“I’m not blushing.”
“You totally are.”
“I am not.”
“Y/N!”
“Fine! I might be!”
“Why? What happened? Spill!”
“Our conversation may have been overheard.”
“Oh no! By whom?! Not Stefan, right? I would die.”
You bite your lip, “nope, Kol.”
“Mikaelson?!” You nod, and her eyes go wide. “What did he say?!”
“Invited me out on a date,” you try to not squeal in excitement, “tomorrow at seven.”
“And you’re going?!”
“Of course. I did say I’d sleep with him, right?”
“Oh my god, is he the secret crush you have that you wouldn’t tell me about earlier?”
“Quite possibly.”
“Y/N!”
“I can’t help it, he’s hot!”
“He’s going to eat you alive.”
“Not if I eat him first,” you say, wetting your lips. 
“Oh my god, girl, you’re crazy!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out for your guy to set you up,” you snicker, “then we can both date our secret crushes, and sleep with them with minimal shots taken.”
“I do not have a crush on Stefan.”
“I didn’t say Stefan.”
She pales, knowing she’s caught. “You’re so bad!”
“Bad? Or going after what I want? Come on, Care, join the dark side. You know you want to.”
“Mmmmm… you better tell me how that date goes tomorrow.”
“Oh I will.”
“Now,” she puts on a fake serious face, “how many shots to sleep with Damon, if he wasn’t a dick?”
You snort, “I don’t care how less dickish he is. If I already have Kol, I don’t want anyone else.”
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