#{Maze/Damon}

[s0urw00lf]

This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)

MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.

And if I���m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.

Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.

Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.

[the-audacity-of-this-btch-13]

when people ask me who my favourite character is from like a specific franchise and then I tell them oh its such and such they're always like oh you just like them cause they're hot and I'm like NO ITS CAUSE THEYRE SAD AND TRAUMATISED

[dreamcrgrl]

would you like to be shipped with a character from a fandom you love? come check out my blog!

all you do is send me an ask with info about you (can be physical description, your astrology big three, personality traits, hobbies, etc), media of your choice, sexuality and I'll give you a character from one of the following medias i think you'd be good with!

just because a media is listed here doesn't mean i write full drabbles for it, this is just the list for ships.

criminal minds

grey’s anatomy

teen wolf

the vampire diaries universe

xmen universe

stranger things

the maze runner

dylan obrien characters

outer banks (s1, 2)

american horror story (s1-3,5)

star wars (films only)

hayden christensen characters

that 70s show

minors, bigots and blank blogs do not interact.

[hotdilfs11]

૮꒰ྀི > . < ꒱ྀིა my library

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛the vampire diaries

Damon Salvatore- People We Met In Supermarkets pt 1 pt2 pt3

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛peaky blinders

Thomas Shelby- Mafia Boss pt1 pt2 pt3

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛good girls

Rio- Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg pt1 pt2

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛the maze runner

Gally and Newt- Do you love me? pt1 pt2

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛911

Eddie Diaz- Ultraviolence-lana del rey

Evan Buckly- coming soon

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛supernatural

Dean Winchester- intoxicated hearts

Sam Winchester-coming soon

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛scandal

Fitzgerald Grant-an acquaintance(drabble)

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・ .・✫・゜・。.

➛criminal minds

Luke Alvez- stressed out

Spencer Reid-coming soon

[alyssajennwrites]

So I’m rewatching some MCU movies and I just thought of something that could be pretty freaking cool to write.

Imagine this convo:

“The cell was just in case-“

“In case you needed to kill me. But you can’t. I know, I tried.”

With any the reaction of the following characters in an x reader:

1. Thomas (maze runner)

2. Newt (maze runner)

3. Gally (maze runner)

4. Minho (maze runner)

5. Basically any MCU character

6. Spencer Reid

7. Bellamy Blake

8. Jake Dawkins

9. Steve Harrington

10. Finnick Odair

11. Damon Salvatore

12. Klaus

There are many more characters that would fit a plot where the reader says Hulk’s line and the character reacts to it. I just can’t think of all of them, so please tell me your thoughts and if you think of anymore characters.

I would so read this story, but I can’t find any with this plot and I’ve hit my lazy writing arc 😭

[yourbiggestcrybaby]

Heyy,

I used to have a big fanfic tumblr but I accidentally deleted it… thank god I have all the fanfics on my docs so I can still re upload them. Anyway, I take requests for almost all characters under these fandoms:

- Harry Potter (all eras)

- Maze runner

- Percy Jackson series

- The vampire Diaries

- Generic OC fics (with concept)

- Most celebrities

I’m open to write for other fandoms aswell!! Just send requests

[inlovewhithafairytale]

I dont want to forget

F/C stands for fictional crush or comfort character

summary: Yn grows up and has to say goodbye to her comfort characters. but she dosent want to forget.

"Yn you're back!!!" F/C smiled widely as yn appeared infront of them.

"you didnt think i would live forever' Yn giggled as she tackled them into a hug.

"god I missed you so much" F/C sighed holding yn tightly against them.

"Im so sorry I lived, I didnt mean to" yn apologized aginst their shoulder. F/C pulled away from her and looked her up and down.

"Is it me or are you a little taller?" they joked, Yn rolled her ayes and gave them a little smile.

"Its been a while" yn said with a sigh. her eyes then suddenly filled with tears as she looked into their eyes. F/C furrowed their eyebrows slightly.

"Hey whats wrong baby"

" Its hard" Yn sobbed as a tear slipped from her eyes "God, its getting so hard to see you. Its like I cant feel you anymore" she cleaned her face from the tears that made way through her cheeks'

"hey, hey its ok" F/C said taking her hands into theirs.

"What!? no, no, no. Its not ok. its NOT ok. I-I need you. I need you so much" yn cried. F/C pulled her into a hug, holdin her as she cried into their shirt.

"Yn i knew you'd grow up, i knew that one day youd have to live and go back to the real world" F/C told her as they ran their hand through her hair.

" But thats the thing, i dont want to live" yn told them as she looked up to their face.

"oh darling you have to" F/C told her whith a small sad smile.

"But I dont want to forget" yn pleaded.

"you dont have to forget. you can always come visit anytime you want. It just wont be the same. you can always look back and remember you lover." F/C told her softly.

"but I dont want to let you go. I dont want to F/C!. youve been with me when nobody else was. you're the one that actually stayed. I cant live without you" Yn whispered looking into their eyes" you- you feel like HOME"

"Yn, Im not even real" F/C told her taking her face in their hands "you've made me the happiest person with you. But you have to face reality. you have to make yourself into the person youve always wanted to be" their eyes filled with tears " so when you wake up, you have to promise me-"

" F/C please. please dont make me" Yn chocked out through her tears.

"no, yn. promise me-promise youre going to live your life. that youre going to change the world the same way you've changed mine" they took a deep breath trying to keep their emotions at bay "Youre going to find the perfect man/woman and you're going to fall in love and you're going to live in a dream" yn looked at them whith silent tears falling down her eyes as she shook her head " Yn, promise me." They looked into her eyes whith such an intensity that Yn heard herself say yes.

F/C gave her a tight lipped smile tears glossing their eyes "good, good." they carassed the side of her face gently wipping away her tears. "Yn I love you, I love you so much. you have no idea what Id do for you. I would sacrifice everything for you" tears fell from their eyes as they looked down at her" I want you to be happy Yn"

YN forced a small smile into her lips "I love you too" she whispered.

Yn opened her eyes. she had tears running down her face. her mind was still fussy from sleep bu then she remembered. She remembered, she remembered her promise.

"I'll remember" Yn whispered to herself " I promise I wont forget"

then she threw the covers off herself and stood up. ready to face a new day with a new hope in her heart.

Ok so this is sad. but I felt like i relly needed to write that so I dont forget. what do you guys think? I love you guys, and requests are open.

[annikityk]

At this point I just have to go on a murderous rampage with my favs

[violetasteracademic]

A little birdie told me the Elriel tags were in desperate need of some good vibes and unhinged smut, so dropping by to sprinkle a slutty lil one shot!

Summary:

Elain escapes to the Dawn Court for one evening, hoping to ease the pain of her broken heart with the distraction of a ball. But Azriel, the very shadowsinger she has sworn to forget, has followed her. And he isn't too keen on letting other males put their hands on the Night Court seer.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Rough sex, exhibitionism, mild pain/power dynamic kink, orgasm denial, breeding kink, garden fucking, yes literal hedge maze fucking, unhinged jealous possessive Azriel and Elain loves it, it's basically just kinky. But very beginner friendly! (er... in my opinion. I guess let me know if I'm wrong about that lolol)

This fic was inspired by Deep End by Ali Hazelwood for @yourstarsmyscars and all the girlies who went insane for Lukas Blomqvist as a modern day Azriel.

Read the fic here

Preview below the cut.

“Elain,” Azriel called after her, but she didn’t slow down. Not until she managed to shove her way through the crowded ballroom and burst out into the garden for a breath of fresh air. “Elain, stop.”

“You’re giving me orders now?” Elain spun on her heel. “What are you doing here, Azriel?”

Azriel’s nostrils flared. “I’m making sure you’re safe. Someone obviously needs to.”

Elain’s jaw fell open, then quickly snapped closed. She was right, then. He’d been sent after her. It stung more than she cared to admit. “I am perfectly safe. Not that it is any business of yours. You can tell my sisters there is nothing to worry about.”

Azriel’s gaze briefly flickered in confusion at the mention of her sisters, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by an icy rage. “Oh really?” Azriel moved in on her, forcing her to retreat until the stone wall halted her movements. “Damon Thatcher is a sniveling creep. There is no way in hell I would let you accept a drink from him.”

“Let me?” Elain’s chest heaved. How dare he? “You don’t control what I do and don’t do Azriel. I will dance with whoever I want and drink champagne with whoever I want, and you don’t get to say a damn word about it.” 

She shoved at his chest, but he snatched her wrists in his hands and pressed her into the wall.

“Not him,” he said, so low and quiet her breath hitched. “Promise me it won’t be him. He’s an ass.”

Elain took a deep breath, trying desperately to clear the fog from the heat of his body and the light, heady buzz from the champagne. “Why does it matter to you?” 

Azriel’s pupils blew wide and his breath sawed through his chest. But he didn’t say a single word.

Elain’s heart was caving in. She couldn’t stand to be this close to Azriel. To breathe in his scent and feel his eyes boring into her, as if he would die if he couldn’t touch her. But he had already proven that wasn’t true. It was a mistake. He never wanted her in the way she thought. So why was he doing this?

“You don’t want me, but no one else gets to have me either? Is that what this is?” She shook her head and turned away, desperate to keep him from seeing the tears forming. “It seems like the only ass here is you, Azriel.” This time, he didn’t stop her when she shoved him away.

It broke something in her. After all this time, she still held on to some fragile hope that she hadn’t imagined everything between them. That the crazed and desperate look she sometimes saw in his eyes wasn’t just… Well, whatever it was. She had no idea anymore. But it hurt too much to try to understand.

“I won’t accept a drink or another dance from Damon,” Elain said over her shoulder. “I… I didn’t like the way he made me feel. But I am not leaving here alone tonight, Azriel. I can’t bear another night alone. So, please. Don’t interfere again.”

Her hand had just barely begun to reach for the knob when darkness swarmed around her.

She landed hard against a cold stone wall, and gasped for breath when the shadows faded and revealed a small fountain surrounded by hedges. Elain had seen the large hedge maze in the Dawn Court gardens, and briefly considered how romantic it would be to sneak quietly away if she indeed found someone she could attempt to distract herself from Azriel with. But it was Azriel himself gripping her wrists and looking like a half crazed animal.

“Azriel,” Elain hissed. “What are you doing?”

“No,” he choked out. 

“No what?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

[soulofapatrick]

Expect The Unexpected - Kol Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: Kol saves you from a creep and it leads somewhere you never expected

Words: 3k

Warning; creepy stalker; think that's it

Notes: Had to write some Kol but I will be writing more Joel and Tommy Miller tomorrow x

Y/N’s POV 

I step out of the restaurant, having said my goodbyes to Caroline and Elena, wanting to just get home and collapse into bed as my social batteries are on zero. It’s late and the streets are deserted except for a few people walking their dogs or heading home from the bars as it is Friday night. It’s a beautiful night with a full moon illuminating the sky and I can’t help but enjoy the quietness of it all as I begin the walk home. 

Footsteps can be heard behind me but when I turn there’s no one there. I think being around vampires a lot I’m starting to go insane as they’re always sneaking up on me, making me paranoid all the time as Damon loves to scare the shit out of me. The footsteps are getting louder and an uneasy feeling settles in my chest. This isn’t any of the vampires I know. No, when I glance over my shoulder my heart skips a beat in fear as there’s a man in a hoodie walking a few feet behind me. He’s staring at me with a creepy smile, eyes intense on mine like he’s undressing me with his gaze and I start to feel a little sick. I could yell for any of my supernatural friends knowing they’re hear me and be here in seconds but that feels like I’m weak, being human and all that. 

I shake my head and continue walking, heart pounding in my chest, as of course this shit happens to me. Not wanting to admit defeat and call I remember the short alleyway nearby that would take me to Stefan and Damon’s, much closer than mine so I hurry my pace. The footsteps behind me seem to get even louder, like he’s right behind me and my uneasiness turns to fear as I turn left down the alleyway, hoping to lose him in the maze of building. My luck isn’t that good as I glance behind me again see him still following, leering and I can hear his breath, ragged and heavy, like he’s running. Fuck’s sake! I break into a sprint, my feet pounding the pavement, my breath coming in short gasps and as much as I’m used to running for my life I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this pace up with him not too far behind me. 

That’s when I collide with something solid and familiar, strong hands flying to my shoulders to steady me. The scent of something earthy mixed with spice and leather and something sweeter like cinnamon has me relaxing and the panicked tears begin slipping down my cheeks, knowing I’m safe. 

“Hey lovely, what’s wrong?” That familiar British accent asks and I’m finally looking up to see Kol, his concerned face mere inches from me. The proximity has my breath hitching despite how scared and panicked I feel, words catching in my throat as I gesture behind me to where the creep is still visible and still making his way closer. Kol’s face hardens as he realises what’s happening and he steps in front of me, “He’s not going to touch you love. Look away please.” 

I’m doing as he says, closing my eyes and feeling a familiar gust of wind as Kol uses his vampire speed. There’s the sound of a neck snapping, unmistakable in its finality, and then Kol’s hands are on my face, his voice soft, “You’re safe now.” I open my eyes, my back to the body and Kol’s gaze is gentle and protective, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as his cognac eyes scan me over as if checking for any injuries and finding none. I try to thank him but my voice is still too shaky so I do the next best thing, surging forwards and wrapping my arms around the original vampire, catching him off guard. 

Kol’s arms eventually wrap around me in return, strong and secure and I feel so safe in his embrace. His chest is firm against mine and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel a heartbeat under my ear. I’m burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent of earthy spice and leather and I can feel a sense of calm wash over me. His embrace is warm and protective, like he’s shielding me against the word and I know something about the way I feel for him has changed. He’s no longer the wild Mikaelson who keeps trying to kill Matt and has caused Elena and Jeremy so many problems. No, he’s something more to me as I cling onto him, not wanting to let go as he hand strokes my hair soothingly and he’s whispering, “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.” 

Reluctantly I’m letting him go, suddenly feeling empty and the cold hits me despite my thick jeans and fluffy sweater. A small gasp leaving me when Kol places his leather jacket over my shoulders and he’s flashing me a somewhat shy smile before he holds his arm out for me like a true gentleman. I take his arm, feeling a flutter in my chest as we start the walk back to mine, his jacket warm and comforting around me. The night air is chilly but Kol’s presence makes it bearable, his steps confident and sure as we navigate through the dark streets. I’m stealing glances at him from time to time, admiring the way his features are chiselled and sharp in the moonlight, his eyes are like pools of molten gold. 

We’re arriving at my door too soon and I feel a sense of disappointment, not wanting him to leave me but I’m too awkward and shy to say it outright so I just let his arm go so I can fumble for my keys, Kol’s eyes on me the whole time and watching my every move as I swing my door open. I’m turning back to face him, the words slipping from my lips in a scared whisper, barely audible, “Don’t leave me.” 

His vampire hearing don’t miss a syllable as he’s taking a step closer, hand coming up to cup my face as he speaks softly, “I won’t leave you, love.” There’s something in the way he says it and the way those eyes flit across my face, lingering on my lips for a second or two longer than normal that has my heart fluttering and the soft smirk on his face lets me know he hears it. It’s a little unnerving seeing this soft and gentle side of Kol as he’s usually ruthless and manipulative but there’s nothing but genuine concern in his gaze as he speaks again, “Why don’t I stay the night?” 

“Please.” It comes out breathy and I swear his eyes darken a little, sending my heart fluttering crazily in my chest, his hand not having left my face yet. Neither of us seem to want to move apart enough to go inside despite the chill that’s seeping its way past Kol’s jacket. 

That playful smirk slips onto his face as he leans in, warm breath ghosting over my cheek as he whispers, “Don’t worry love. I’ll keep you warm.” And with that he’s taking my hand and going to step inside when he seems to hit a barrier. Oh! Vampires can’t enter without being invited in but I’m giggling too much to be able to welcome him in, the way he stands with his hands on his hips and eyebrows raised with an amused look on his face as he waits. It takes a moment or two to compose myself enough to invite him, gesturing for him to enter as I say, “Come on in Kol.” 

He strides in with easy confidence, eyes flickering around the room as he takes in his surroundings. I follow him, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension as this is the first time a vampire has been inside my house and I don’t really know what to expect as I’ve always gone to their places. But this Is Kol, it feels different somehow. He’s not like any other vampire I know. I’ve heard stories of how ruthless and selfish Kol can be but it’s a little hard to picture it while he’s moving around my living room, taking it all in with an innocent curiosity. I can’t help the twinge of nervousness as I hang up his jacket and toe my shoes off by the front door after closing it behind us. 

“Are you tired sweetheart?” Kol’s asking, eyes softer in the light of small lamp by the sofa. I’m shaking my head, trying to shake off the nerves as I move to sit on my sofa, patting the spot next to me which he takes without a question, turning his body towards me, “You’re nervous?” 

“I’ve heard so much about you and…” I take a deep breath, Kol not saying a word to let me finish talking but I can see the way his face falls a little, expecting me to say something bad, so I reach over and cup his face in my hand. His stubble grazing my palm as I speak, “But I’m not sure I believe it all.” 

He’s shifting closer, face suddenly very close to mine as he asks, “You don’t?” His face is so open and innocent the air leaves my lungs and I’m shaking my head, caressing his cheek softly as I marvel at how soft his skin is below my hand, “Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes.” My voice is breathy whisper and his hands are gripping the back of my thighs, pulling me onto his lap in smooth movement. My heart races as I straddle him, but I’m not sure it actually has stopped racing since he found me, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls me closer, lips hovering just inches from mine. He lets out a barely there ‘good’, breath warm against my skin before he’s closing the distance between us, lips meeting mine in a soft and tender kiss that has shivers running down my spine. It’s like electricity between us, the way our bodies press together, his arms holding me close as we explore each other’s lips. I’m lost in the moment, all my fears and worries melting away as Kol’s lips move expertly against mine, hands roaming over my back under my sweater. 

I take a risk and run my tongue against his bottom lip, feeling him smile into the kiss but he’s parting his lips for me. My fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer and hearing him moaning softly as our tongues fight for dominance. His hands are slipping lower, cupping my backside and pulling my hips flush against his so I can feel how hard he is beneath me and the a thrill of excitement rushes through me but I’m having to break the kiss. 

Kol’s shifting our weight, laying me back on the couch and leaning over me. He’s kissing me breathless again, lips soft yet demanding and the gentle drag of his fingertips down my sides under my sweater has arousal pooling between my legs. I don’t want this to end but he’s pulling away too soon, eyes intense as he takes me in, leaning on his elbows and hand brushing over my cheek lovingly. 

“As much as I want to do this, I want to do right by you love.” He says, voice low and husky, “I don’t wan to take advantage of you lovely, we should head to bed and we can talk everything through in the morning.” His words both reassuring and disappointing but I know he’s right. I’m nodding, leaning into his touch and kissing his palm before letting him climb off of me and help me to my feet so I can lead the way to the bedroom. He’s tugging on my arm lightly, “I can sleep on the couch-“ I’m gripping the front of his shirt and yanking him into another kiss, silencing his stupidity and feeling him smile into it as he reciprocates before we’re parting. His arms still wrapped around me, “Okay then lead the way love.” Kol nods, tone lace with a hint of mischief as she squeezes my arse. 

I can’t help but laugh as I lead him to the bedroom, feeling a warmth spread through me at the thought of having Kol in my bed. I’m quick to kick my jeans off and slip into a loose teeshirt with my back to Kol while I slip out of my bra before I’m practically diving into the bed. The original vampire knows exactly what he’s doing when he takes his time with every layer of clothing. 

As he unbuttons his shirt, I’m mesmerised by the muscles in his chest and arms, wondering what every dip and ridge would feel like under my tongue. The fabric of his shirt slides off his shoulders to reveal the smooth skin of his back and my fingers are itching to tee the contours of his muscles and I notice the freckles dotted over his back. Then he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and slides them down his hips, showing a tantalising silver of skin. My eyes drink in the sight of his toned legs and the way his boxers cling to his hips. When he turns to face me I can’t help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of his chiselled abs and defied chest. 

Kol catches my gaze and smirks, clearly aware of the effects he’s having on me and I can feel my face flush as he crawls into the bed with me. His lips finding my neck and he’s biting a hickey just below my jaw, drawing a soft sound from me before he’s kissing the slight sting better then pulling us down. I let him manhandle me so we’re cuddling closely. His warm skin against mine as he wraps an arm around my waist and nuzzles into my hair. The feel of his body against mine is intoxicating and I can feel my heart rate picking up as I snuggle closer to him, content with laying here with him and feeling his fingers trace lazy patterns over my skin until I’m drifting off. 

*

I’m awoken by the bedroom door flying open and Caroline’s familiar voice breaks through the haze of sleep as I groggily open my eyes to see her standing in the bedroom doorway, eyes bugging out of her head as she exclaims, “Kol?! Why the hell is Kol in your bed?” Her voice laced with disbelief and annoyance. I know it’s not annoyance towards me personally, she’s just having a bad time with her feelings for Klaus now so I guess seeing me with Klaus’ younger brother isn’t helping her case. 

Before I can even respond Kol is groaning softly, moving so he’s wrapping his arms around my waist and nose nuzzling against the skin of the back of my neck as a pillow is aimed in Caroline’s direction, “Piss off Caroline.” 

She looks angry, that familiar and well known Caroline glare slipping onto her face and I can hear her heels clicking on the floor before the duvet is yanked off of us as she snap, “No. Up, now.” I’m groaning as the cool air hits my skin and I can feel Kol shifting behind me, grumbling something incoherent under his breath. Caroline is still standing there, arms crossed over her chest as he taps her foot impatiently and I can feel the tension I the room as Kol reluctantly detangles himself from me and drags himself into a sitting position. 

“Can you give us a damn minute. Close the bedroom door and Y/N will be out in a moment.” Kol steels her with a glare which Caroline rivals before her eyes flit to me when I place a gentle hand on her arm. She’s hesitating until I send her a reassuring smile, silently thanking her for looking out for me but also silently begging her to leave us alone. She lets out a small huff, glancing between me and Kol before turning on her heels and leaving the room but not without letting the bedroom door slam behind her as she goes to wait in the living room. 

Kol is flopping back down, hands finding their way to my hips to pull me onto his lap so I’m straddling before those oh so gentle hands trail up my sides until he’s cupping my cheeks, thumb rubbing across my bottom lip softly as he asks, “You don’t regret this?” 

“Oh hell no.” I chuckle softly before leaning down and kissing him, gasping when he rolls us over so I’m under his strong body, one of his hands splayed on my thigh as he guides me to wrap that leg wrap around his waist as he deeps the kiss. It’s not fuelled by lust or passion, just sweet and loving, each movement of our lips and the way our tongues dance together a declaration of our feels for each other. Kol’s hands trail up my sides, caressing every inch of skin as he pours all his emotions into the kiss until we have to pull back. I think any oxygen left in my lungs leaves me when I meet his gaze, so much love in his eyes. I know the future is uncertain and that there are definitely going to be obstacles in our way but I don’t care for any of that. As long as Kol keeps looking at me the way he is, I would walk through fire for him. 

“Barbie awaits, love. I should let you go talk to her before she stakes me.” 

“Yes! Yes I will!” 

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Vampire Diaries Universe Masterlist

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[aphroditelovesu]

❝𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞

Historical Characters

💕 Yan!Alexander the Great w/His Twins!Children (Platonic)

💕 Yan!Alexander the Great, Yan!Julius Caesar, Yan!Napoleon Bonaparte and Yan!Henry VII w/Cheating!Wife (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Napoleon Bonaparte and Yandere Marquis de Lafayette w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Alexander the Great and Yandere Mehmed the Conqueror (Romantic)

💕 Reader Love Letter for Julius Caesar (Romantic)

💕 Yan!Julius Caesar to Yan!Cleopatra

💕 Yandere Mehmed the Conqueror (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Pompey the Great (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Catherine of Aragon (Platonic)

💕 Yandere Catherine of Aragon w/Brother!Reader (Platonic)

💕 Yandere Baldwin IV (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Elizabeth I w/Lover Male!Reader (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Edward Seymour w/Pregnant!Reader (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Caesar Augustus (Romantic)

💕 Letters from Olympias (The Lost Queen)

A Court of Thorns and Roses

💕 Yandere Helion (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Bat Boys w/Cheating!Mate

💕 Yandere Nesta Archeron, Yandere Amarantha and Yandere Lucien Vanserra (Romantic)

Greek Mythology

💕 Yan!Apollo w/Cheating!Wife (Romantic)

💕 Yandere!Cheating Hermes

💕 Yandere Hephaestus w/Pregnant!Reader (Romantic)

💕 Yandere Achilles (Romantic)

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Percy Jackson

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The Originals/The Vampire Diaries

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Wednesday

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Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

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Heartstopper

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A Song of Ice and Fire

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Harry Potter

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BTS

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Egyptian Mythology

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The Hunger Games

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K-Dramas

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Castlevania

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Disney

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One Piece

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Attack on Titan

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Hannibal

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Maze Runner

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Truth or Dare Gone Wrong (The Mystic Falls Gang and Reader)

A game of truth or dare at the Salvatore house starts off innocent enough—until you dare Bonnie to use a spell, and suddenly, Stefan is stuck speaking in rhymes, Damon’s hair turns bright pink, and you are somehow glowing in the dark.

The night started out almost suspiciously normal.

The Salvatore boarding house had that rare, peaceful vibe—as if the walls had momentarily forgotten all the times they’d been stained with blood, or echoed with Klaus’ taunting threats. The fireplace was flickering softly. A lazy indie playlist hummed in the background. Someone—probably Caroline—had strung fairy lights across the ceiling, giving the space a soft, golden glow that made the worn-out furniture feel cozier than it had any right to.

For once, no one was fighting. No one was bleeding. No ancient evil was crawling out of a crypt. It was just the Mystic Falls crew, lounging in a makeshift circle with blankets, pillows, pizza boxes, and a dangerously underestimated sense of peace.

You had just taken a sip of soda when Elena, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, said the cursed words.

“Truth or dare?”

Bonnie, immediately suspicious, gave her a withering look. “Seriously? Can we not tempt fate for one night?”

Jeremy snorted. “You say that like we haven’t already tempted, pissed off, and danced with fate about twelve times this week.”

“It’s a harmless game,” Elena said with a shrug.

Damon raised his glass. “Says the girl whose last harmless game got us locked in a haunted corn maze with a headless banshee.”

Stefan gave his brother a pointed look, but his lips twitched with amusement. Still, despite Bonnie’s half-hearted protests, and the unspoken what could go wrong hanging in the air like a warning, everyone agreed. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Or maybe it was the kind of collective denial only a group of supernatural misfits could afford.

The bottle was retrieved from the kitchen, placed in the center of the circle, and given a spin.

It started off... well. Manageable. Funny, even. A few tame truths. A few harmless dares. Stefan reluctantly jogged shirtless around the house after losing a bet. Caroline was dared to speed-clean Damon’s liquor shelf alphabetically and did so with glitter and flair. Elena admitted she once fantasized about making out with Elijah during a particularly weird dream—and then pretended she hadn’t said it by stuffing her mouth with chips. Damon was dared to compliment Jeremy ten times in a row and got through five before dramatically fake-gagging and muttering something about his “tragically average bone structure.”

Everyone laughed. The laughter was warm and real. Then the bottle landed on Bonnie.

She arched a brow. “Truth or dare?” you asked, unable to hide your grin.

Bonnie didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”

You leaned in. “Use a spell.”

Immediately, the mood shifted. Everyone exchanged glances. Bonnie straightened, her expression unreadable.

“Nothing serious,” you added quickly. “Just... something fun. Something dumb.”

Caroline tilted her head. “Like what? Turning the lights different colors? Floating snacks?”

“Sure,” you said, already regretting everything. “Something like that.”

Bonnie stared at you for a long second. Then she sighed and stood up. “Okay. Fine. One spell. No promises.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small crystal, whispering under her breath as she moved to the center of the room. The lights dimmed slightly. The fire crackled louder. And then, in a voice that sounded just a little too ancient for your comfort, she muttered something in Latin and waved her hand.

There was a brief shimmer in the air, like heat rising off pavement. The fairy lights pulsed. The candle flames danced.

Then silence. Nothing exploded. Nothing caught fire. You exhaled. Too soon.

Stefan suddenly sat up straighter and, with perfect seriousness, said, “What in the name of hell just occurred? My chest feels tight, my thoughts are slurred.”

Everyone blinked.

“Did you just... rhyme?” Elena asked.

Stefan opened his mouth again. “I fear my voice is not my own. These cursed words—I speak in tone.”

Bonnie’s eyes went wide. “Oh no.”

Damon, who had been halfway through sipping his bourbon, looked up with narrowed eyes. “Oh no what?”

“I think the spell... reacted,” Bonnie said, backing away. “It might have tied itself to the game.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” you said. “It was just a dare.”

“Yes, and I dared chaos. So... congratulations, you’re welcome.”

While everyone tried to process that, Damon stood up and stalked over to the mirror near the staircase. He paused, stared, and screamed.

“Oh, hell no.”

He turned slowly, seething. His perfectly tousled hair—his pride, his signature—was now a blinding shade of neon pink.

“Someone fix this before I set the entire block on fire.”

“You can’t threaten arson in a tiara-colored mop,” Caroline deadpanned, half-laughing, half-horrified.

You blinked and looked down at your hands. Oh. You were glowing. No—radiating. A soft, golden shimmer rolled across your skin, pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

“Bonnie?” you said carefully.

She turned. Her eyes widened.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m glowing.”

“Yep.”

“Like a radioactive lightning bug.”

“I think the spell is bonding to each of us,” she said slowly, scanning the room. “Based on who we are, what we dared, or maybe... I don’t know... emotional resonance?”

Damon flailed. “My emotional resonance is not pink, thank you very much!”

Stefan sighed and sank into the nearest chair. “Of all the things to make me do, why rhyme? I’d rather die than waste my time.”

“You are wasting our time,” Damon muttered, still glaring at his reflection. “At least try a haiku or something.”

“Guys,” Bonnie said, rubbing her temples, “the spell is unstable. If we don’t finish the game, the effects could stick.”

Jeremy perked up. “So we have to keep playing?”

“No,” Stefan said dramatically. “We must continue this cursed affair, or suffer longer in despair.”

“That’s a yes,” Bonnie translated.

And so the game resumed.

—

If the first half had been silly, the second half was absolute supernatural anarchy. Elena’s next dare gave her brief telepathy—just long enough for her to hear Damon’s thoughts and physically recoil.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” he said.

“You—think—in French when you lie.”

Damon didn’t even deny it. “Helps with finesse.”

Caroline, ever the overachiever, accepted a dare to teleport—but immediately vanished mid-sentence and reappeared on top of the kitchen counter. Then again in the hallway. Then, horrifyingly, in Stefan’s shower.

Matt turned into a stone statue for five whole minutes when he refused to answer a dare, only revived after Bonnie waved a candle and sang Beyoncé under her breath.

And you—your glow was brighter now. It shifted with your emotions. Every time someone shouted or shrieked, you pulsed like a heartbeat monitor on espresso. You were afraid to stand too close to anything flammable.

Stefan, rhyming now with bitter elegance, was narrating the entire night in tragic couplets like some cursed Shakespearean bard.

By the end, everyone was slumped in various states of exhaustion and spiritual damage.

Bonnie stood slowly. “One more round. Then I can end it.”

“Don’t you need, like, an actual reversal ritual?” you asked.

She shook her head. “It started with a dare. It ends with one.”

She looked around. Then dared herself. The room darkened. Magic sparked around her fingertips. She spoke fast, incantations layered in an ancient tongue. The spell pulsed out of her like a wave, and all at once—

Your glow vanished. Stefan exhaled in silence. Caroline reappeared on the couch with a relieved squeak. Jeremy finally stopped trying to get the bottle to spin on its own. And Damon? Damon stared at his reflection.

“Still pink,” he muttered.

Bonnie winced. “Yeah, that one’s... probably gonna fade naturally. In a week. Or so.”

Damon turned slowly, eyes murderous. “A week?”

“You dared the spell,” she reminded him.

“No. She did.” He pointed directly at you.

You raised your hands, no longer glowing, and smiled. “Worth it.”

Later

Everyone had gone home—or, more accurately, scattered like trauma survivors. You stayed behind to help clean up. Damon, sullen and sparkling under the low light, poured himself another drink, tiara still in place because Caroline had dared him to keep it for the rest of the night and Bonnie had reinforced it with a binding charm. He caught you smirking.

“Laugh it up, glow worm.”

You saluted with your soda. “Truth or dare, Damon?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Dare.”

You leaned back with a grin. “Be normal for a whole day.”

Damon groaned.

“Pure evil,” he muttered, downing his drink.

You didn’t disagree.

🕯️ Truth or Dare is now banned from the Salvatore boarding house under magical law. Violators will be glitter-bombed and hexed accordingly.

The Sequel to this story is uploaded. Enjoy!

[vampiredaisiesss]

cardigan | the salvatores x reader

synopsis: there was a superstition that if you kissed your soulmate in the maze, you'd be bonded for life.

warnings: angst, guiseppe is a terrible father, a barrel full of tears, mentions of violence, lil bit of katherine slander!

“Vintage tee, brand new phone

High heels on cobblestones

When you are young, they assume you know nothing”

You remember those days like yesterday. The three of you laying underneath the old willow, basking in the warmth of the Virginian sun at the Veritas. Some days you played hide and seek amidst the Salvatore maze. You'd place a peck on both of their cheeks for good luck. There was a superstition that if you kissed your soulmate in the maze, you'd be bonded for life. 

They kept telling you — the elders — that one day life was going to overtake your friendship. Soulmates would turn to friends, friends to acquaintances and one day, Salvatore would be a name you used to know. The three musketeers would exist in just memories, to never meet again. But those were just farces, right? 

You knew your bond was unbreakable.

“Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young, they assume you know nothing”

Lily Salvatore died in 1858. Their fathers' beatings had become frequent to the point they couldn't even hide it from you. An occasional pat on the back would have Damon hissing. He seldom lied to Giuseppe to save Stefan from trouble. You would patch him up at night, listening the best you could. 

The nightmares in the deep pits of his mind had come to fruition. His mother was dead; His brother hiding in the closet from his drunkard of a father. Sometimes, their maid, Betsy would hum his mother's lullaby to help him sleep. Before long, Giuseppe had her released of her duties. You took over the role, your fingers caressing his raven locks — you helped him sleep. 

“But I knew you, Dancin' in your Levi's

Drunk under a streetlight, I knew you

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better, I

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite”

Damon was sent to fight for the confederacy. Stefan was to be engaged to Rosalyn Cartwright, and you were to be married off to a wealthy Englishman. Your little games had stopped for a while now, but the older Salvatore wrote whenever he could. You'd write back, of course, waiting eagerly for his return. You feared he'd come too late; You'd be gone in a month or two.

Stefan would sneak you out sometimes, take you riding on Mezzanotte, his favourite horse. One time, he stole a bottle of rum from his father's collection to accompany the two of you on your getaway. He watched as you guzzled it down greedily, slurred disappointments tumbling from your lips in no time. Lord, you wished you'd never grown up. And when you started to sob, he held you tightly against his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

He wished it too. He wished it too.

A friend to all is a friend to none

Chase two girls, lose the one

When you are young, they assume you know nothin'

Then one day, a storm racked through your garden. One damsel by the name of Katherine Pierce, swiping them off their feet, boys who once had been yours. Rosalyn Cartwright was found mauled by an animal underneath the old willow, wide eyes staring upwards. They held a secret that couldn't be whispered anymore.

Her body was barely in the ground when you found Stefan emerging from the damsel's chambers. You were disappointed; He didn't care. Fights between the Salvatores had become frequent. They had become thirsty for the others blood, constantly fighting over her affections. Your despised the girl, maintaing as much distance from her as possible. They were well aware. Soon, they stopped bringing her up in your presence and eventually, visits to your house became scarce.

Stefan accompanied Katherine to the ball; Damon took you (because Katherine had chosen his brother). You smelt the whiskey on his breath, pushing him away when he kissed you in the darkness of your room. You were no rebound. You were no second choice. It stung your heart to think he thought otherwise. If you could have been, though, life would've turned out differently.

“But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

'Cause I knew everything when I was young”

The Salvatores were dead. Giuseppe had a statement released saying that they died while trying to capture vampires. But you knew better. At last, you knew the secret Rosalyn was trying to tell you. Katherine was a vampire and they died trying to save her. 

You couldn't even remember the last time the three of you spoke. You weren't even allowed to be there when they were buried. You couldn't peck their cheeks or sing them a lullaby. And when you broke down finally, it was in the isolation of your room. Giuseppe died shortly afterwards and the house burnt down. You left for London, visiting the manor sometimes with your husband whenever you were around. 

You'd sit underneath the spot where the old willow used to be and think of them. Your boys. The lake dried up with and so did your tears. Your children would ask about the Veritas and you'd realize, when all your words were littered with past tenses, that Salvatore was a name you used to know. 

“I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

Chasin' shadows in the grocery line

I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

And you'd be standin' in my front porch light”

Sometimes, on a particularly despondent day, you could see them in the dark alleyways, tiptoeing out of your memories and onto the corner of your eyes. In grocery lines, the cinemas, you swore you saw them on your porch in London once. And oh, you'd curse them. The sadness had turned into fury over the years and white hot it was. They didn't even care to say goodbye. Why should you spend the rest of your life thinking about them then? 

They chose to let you go. You didn't.

“And I knew you'd come back to me

You'd come back to me

And you'd come back to me

And you'd come back”

Your husband succumbed to the flu a few years later and in 1917, you decided to move your family back to Mystic Falls. One day, someone showed up at your door, asking for directions to the Boarding House. It was Damon and Stefan. They had barely aged at all while you were a 70-something lady with wrinkles and a barely functioning eyesight.

"The most beautiful I've seen you," Stefan murmured as he clung onto you, concious of not hugging you too tightly. He didn't want to hurt you.

Damon couldn't meet your eyes for a few minutes. The last time he did was before he kissed you. The kiss had been devoid of every good thing he felt about you, reduced to the anger at his brother and desperation after getting rejected. He hadn't been able to forgive himself. 

It took you all a little time to settle into your new reality. You were happy to have them back in your life. You were a frail old lady now, there wasn't much you could do physically. But on slow days, you'd find yourself with a cup of tea in the parlour of your house, settled admist your two boys. You loved to hear about all their adventures—the good and the bad ones.

You kept Stefan from going off the rails.

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite”

The Salvatores had a home till October 5, 1934, the last sunrise you'd ever see. Stefan clasped your head and Damon hummed you a lullaby, holding in the tears as you dozed off. The next time you met Stefan was about a century later and Damon followed soon.

And the three musketeers were reunited, never to part again.

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💿 hello! i’m 23, in the central european summer time timezone, and go by she/her pronouns. i am looking for people 18+ to write over discord with! i like incorporating text messages and making it a full universe where we play several characters to make the plots more well rounded.

tropes / themes i’m currently interested in:

‣ angst (!!!)

‣ enemies to lovers

‣ friends/childhood friends to lovers

‣ forbidden love

‣ sunshine x grumpy

‣ hurt/comfort (!!!)

‣ forced proximity

‣ there’s only one bed!

‣ bully x victim

‣ love triangle (!!!)

‣ mutual pining

‣ slowburn (!!!)

‣ slice of life

‣ fake dating

‣ the dare or the bet

‣ unrequited love

‣ amnesia

‣ mental health issues (!!!)

‣ road trip

‣ boarding school

‣ small town romance

‣ sibling’s best friend

‣ best friend’s brother

‣ fluff

‣ secret identity

‣ coming out

‣ hates everyone but them x oblivious

‣ everyone can see it but they don’t

‣ major character death

‣ celebrity x doesn’t know/care (!!!)

current ships i’m looking for ( the one i prefer to write is bolded ):

‣ harry potter: draco + harry, draco + hermione, draco + male oc

‣ the marauders: sirius + remus, sirius + james, lily + james + regulus, james + regulus, james + sirius + remus, evan rosier + barty crouch jr.

‣ teen wolf: derek + stiles, stiles + isaac, scott + alison, stiles + male oc, derek + male oc

‣ the maze runner: newt + thomas, gally + male oc, newt + male oc

‣ the outer banks: jj + john b, jj + rafe

‣ shadow and bone: kaz + inej

‣ the summer i turned pretty: jeremiah + belly, conrad + belly, jeremiah + belly + conrad

‣ xo, kitty: min ho + kitty

‣ the vampire diaries: stefan + elena, damon + elena, damon + elena + stefan

‣ bbc merlin: arthur + merlin, gwaine + merlin, arthur + merlin + gwaine

‣ heartstopper: nick + charlie, nick + male oc

‣ my life with the walter boys: cole + jackie

‣ brokeback mountain: ennis + jack

‣ shadowhunters: alec + jace, alec + male oc, jace + male oc

‣ 13 reasons why: clay + tony, justin + zach, justin + jessica, hannah + clay, justin + male oc

‣ elite: patrick + ivan, patrick + ander, ivan + joel, ivan + joel + patrick

i am also looking to write oc x oc pairings in either a brand new or a pre-established universe, but would only be looking to do mxm for this. i love chatting ooc and would love to be friends with the person i am writing with as well as rp partners! open to nsfw and dead dove 🕊️ themes, but these aren’t necessary at all. i would also like my partner to use real life fcs and preferably tupperbox, but i can help with this! if you’re interested, like and i’ll reach out!

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Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Bend / Bends / Bends, Blu / Lur / Blur, Coi / Coil / Coils, Cu / Cur / Curves, Dist / Distort / Distorts, Doe / Door / Doors, End / Less / Endless, Illu / Sion / Illusion, Lab / Labyrinth / Labyrinths, Loop / Loops / Loops, Maze / Mazes / Mazes, Mirro / Mirror / Mirrors, Path / Paths / Paths, Rip / Ripple / Ripples, Spir / Spiral / Spirals, Swirl / Swirls / Swirls, Twi / Twist / Twists, War / Warped / Warps

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Who Knows No Straight Paths, [Pronoun] Who Twists and Turns Reality, [Pronoun] Whose Laugh Brings Madness, A Figure at the End of the Corridor, A Path Unending, A Ripple in Reality, A Twisting Labyrinth, A Voice Speaking in Echoes, An Endless Spiral, One Who Waits Behind the Door, The Avatar of the Spiral, The Curved Path, The Ever-Warping Presence, The One Dictating the Corridors, The Perception Bender

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