#Alaric my boi I’m so sorry

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@recordofheadcannons i have DONE IT

(Yes I included Owen cuz a Thames trading company member is a Thames trading company member even if they’re deader than Poseidon, and no I totally did not almost forget Alaric-)

Edit: I FUCKING FORGOT FAYE FUCK

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Have another Damon request.

He’s jealous after hearing you and Mason has a date tonight and he hates the idea of Mason being with you so secretly heads to the grill to snoop on your date but is extremely angry to see reader has been stood up by Mason so Damon ends up dating her.

I love this idea thank you! (I’m sorry it took so long).

Jealously wanting you

Series- the vampire diaries

Pairing- damon x Fem!Reader

Summary- request! Damon doesn’t like the idea of you going on a date with Mason. And so he follows you. But it works out in your favour anyway. Who wants Mason when they can have Damon Salvatore?

Warnings- small kiss, swearing, talks of heartbreak.

Requests are always open <3

“No! Do you remember when that girl threw her drink over you when you told her your car was in the shop and you couldn’t drive her home” I hysterically laughed on the Salvatore sofa. Caroline, Elena, Bonnie, Alaric, Tyler, jeramy and Stefan all burst out laughing at Damon’s expense. But even he giggled a bit. “She was crazy, it was lucky I didn’t go home with her, she might have smothered me in my sleep” he added making everyone laugh again.

“I love that we can just sit here and talk about things like this” Elena smiled looking around. “Life has normality now- no one’s after us- we’re just laughing together”. Caroline took Elenas hand giving her a big smile. “Talking about normality- I have a date” I smiled at the girls whose eyes lit up with excitement. “What the hell do you mean date” Damon jerked his head backwards. He was sitting next to me and we were across from the girls, so I swivelled my head round to him.

“Where’d that attitude come from” I laughed shaking my head. “Oh” Tyler burst out after it was obvious he’d been racking his brain. “Did my dear uncle finally grow some balls to ask you out?” Tyler questioned raising an eyebrow. “Yeah” I nodded my head giggling. “Mason” Damon frowned after spitting out his name as if he was the ugliest guy on the planet. “I’m not sure how I really feel about it- he doesn’t have the best track record but- we’ll see how it goes” I shrugged being optimistic. “Where? When?” Elena exclaimed excitedly. “Um 8 tonight- at the grill”“Tonight!” Damon burst out for the third time.

“What the hell is wrong with you” Alaric asked his best friend. “Nothing- but you can do better than a werewolf” he muttered the last words part to himself. However most people here had supernatural hearing, and so did Tyler. “What the hell is that supposed to mean” he snarled at Damon with fire in his eyes. “Exactly what I just said” he responded with a neutral tone.

“Stop it” I blurted out, “i don’t want a big deal made- it’s just a date it might not even pan out to be anything” I told him getting up off the sofa. “I’m going home, I have to get ready” “I’ll walk you out” Elena smiled jumping up. “Bye y/n” everyone waved as Elena put her arm around mine and linked them. I noticed Damon was the only one who didn’t say goodbye. He just stared at me.

I’d speak about it to him later but now I’d just ignore his behaviour. I had other things on my mind. “I think it’s so great you’ve gotten back out there y/n- after your heart was broken you were so against it” Elena told me as we exited the room. “Don’t get too excited, like I said I’m not a hundred percent sure I even like him” I shrugged not making it a big deal. I didn’t want everyone to have some sort of high expectation. “Can I ask you something?” Elena smiled as we got to the front door and stopped walking.

“Sure” “seems you have a date I thought now would be the best time to ask… you and Damon” she began looking at me with a weary face. “Is anything going on between you two?”. My head jerked back as confusion sank in. “Me and Damon? No” I laughed out behind my hand. “Why would you ever think that?”. Elena was clearly happy with the answer I gave her which kind of made me regret saying no. Maybe I wanted a thing with Damon, he was handsome and funny and I love a bad boy.

However there was not something going on between us. “Oh I dunno- just the way you two are together sometimes- the flirting, the way you two look at each other” Elena answered in a hushed tone. “Oh” I replied, completely unsure of how to take her comment. “But if there’s nothing going on- and I’m not stepping on your toes, I’d like to ask him out tonight” she wiggled her eyebrows, I gave her the best fake smile I could and leaned into hug her just so she wouldn’t catch on and i could stop acting like I wasn’t jealous. “Good luck girl” I whispered to her, “and you y/n- hope he treats you like the princess you are” she rubbed my back.

I pulled away and waved her off as I left the Salvatore household and got into my car. And Elena closed the door behind me.

She wondered back into the living room bouncing with the feeling of excitement about her new information regarding Damon. However his face was missing from the room when she got there. “Where’d Damon go?” She asked as all the happiness drained out of her. “He said he had an errand to run” Alaric rolled his eyes shrugging.

I made it home and showered to get ready for my date. I put on a dark purple dress which yes, made my girls look nice. If I undone the top button they really popped but I’d save that for a second date maybe. As I was getting ready to leave the nerves sank in as well as the excitement for a new person and experience. I hadn’t been on a date in a long time however I hadn’t been ready for a long time. But I was now, everything in my life was stable apart from my love life. And my sex life. I pulled up at the grill at about ten to eight, fashionably early.

“Hey- I’m meeting someone here um table for Lockwood?” I asked the woman in uniform at the front of the restaurant. “Umm oh yes I see the table- however he’s not here yet miss, I can seat you if you’d like” she smiled up at me from her iPad. “Oh that’s fine I’m a little early anyway- thank you” I nodded waiting for her to show me the way. I sat down at a little table in the corner, which was nice as it was out of the way from the crowds and i couldn’t see much of the bar from here. “Can I get you anything?” She smiled getting out her pad.

“Um - red wine please, thank you” I nodded rubbing my hands on my thighs nervously. “Right away” the lady nodded and scurried off. She was back with my drink within two minutes. But I had to get another one when it got to ten past eight and Mason hadn’t showed up. Maybe it was traffic? Maybe he couldn’t figure out what to wear? I decided to let ten minutes slide. Then it got to half eight. Maybe a wolf thing came up? Maybe he ran into Katherine? Thirty minutes was a bit of a piss take. So i decided to text him but keep waiting. Nine o’clock came around and i’d had three wines, no word of Mason and looks from almost everyone that walked in. Maybe his phone was dead? Maybe he was stranded somewhere?

I’d give it just a little more time. And one more drink. Which brought me to half nine. Maybe he just wasn’t coming? Maybe he just didn’t like me?

I fiddled with my phone looking at his name. Did I text him to have a go at him? Did I text him to say I was disappointed? Or did I just block him and never give him a chance to even explain or myself the chance to express how embarrassed I was. While overthinking I heard a thud come from the seat in front of me. Mason? I looked up from my screen to see the Damon Salvatore sat in front of me with his sunglasses on, inside?

“W-what are you doing here” I stuttered. “Where is he?” Damon gritted his teeth removing his glasses. I swallowed my pride and gave my full attention to Damon, turning my phone off. “He stood me up” I replied disheartened with how my night had gone. “Thought so- he’s fucking filth y/n, you never should have agreed to see him” he shook his head. “What do you mean you thought so? How long have you been here?” I knitted my brows together. “Longer than you- I saw you come in- I saw you waiting and everyone staring” he told me in a small voice looking at his hands.

“How didn’t I see you?” I questioned looking around the place for a blind spot. Ah. “The bar” we both said simultaneously. I cracked a smile at him but Damon wasn’t in a smiling mood. “What’s wrong?” “I’m pissed off- what gives a prick like him the right to leave such a gorgeous girl sitting at a table alone- in a bar where anything could happen” he shook his head butting the side of his mouth. “You think I’m- gorgeous?” I blinked at him, it made my eyes fill up with salty tears.

I was upset and embarrassed about being stood up. It was a real confidence knocker. And to hear Damon say that, it really meant a lot. “I’ve lived a long time y/n, and you’ve been the only girl who can literally take my breath away, naturally”. Now I was leaning a different way, my thoughts were now all muddled up. What did he mean by that. “I can see you’re confused…” Damon stated now showing a little smile. “I- came to the bar not just to drink away the thought of you going on a date with another man, but also to spy on the date…”. I took a second to think but I still didn’t understand where he was going.

“Damon- what are you talking about?” I replied blinking. Hoping he was about to tell me that he was jealous or something. “I was jealous- of Mason- and you- because I want to date you, I want to take you to restaurants and shower you in flowers and treat you to meals, I don’t want another man doing that for you”. My heart punched my chest and I couldn’t help but smile at everything he was saying to me. “So date me then” my smile widened. Damon’s eyes widened “you- like me too?” He asked in the most innocent voice I’d ever heard him use. I nodded.

“I just- never wanted to ruin our friendship… and also thought you were into Elena” I trailed off looking down but sitting forward now. Damon reached across the table taking my hand in his. “I’ve always liked you y/n” “well then” I smiled squeezing his hand. “I’m out of red wine and you don’t seem to have a drink, we can’t start without them” I smirked making Damon chuckle. “ I’ll be right back” he told me getting up straight away.

“Don’t stand me up” I joked as he walked past. He stopped and backed up. And lent down to kiss my lips. Just quickly, just a peck. “I’d never stand you up princess, and I’d never pass up on this opportunity” he whispered rubbing his thumb on my cheek and making me blush from his sweet words. “Now, I’ll be right back” he made clear as he parted from me. I watched him walk away from me and to the bar.

Ugh, he was so hot.

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Young Love- Derek Hale X Vampire!Reader

Summary: What if instead of Derek falling for Paige when he was younger, he fell for Y/N?

After Y/N randomly left Beacon Hills leaving a young teenage Derek Hale confused and frustrated, she finally returns after a few years, grown and the new history teacher of Scott and the rest of his pack.

Warning: pure filth, enemies to lovers to strangers to lovers again, switch Derek, a bit of angst and smut and fluff, oral male and female receiving, breast worship, and so on…

Enjoy my beautiful readers-

November 7th, 2004

Sitting alone in the music room, practicing my piano trying to focus I hear this bouncing? Fed up with it, I go out to see who’s making all this noise, the second I enter the hallway I make direct eye contact with the one and only, Derek Hale.

“You mind playing basketball somewhere else?” I say clearly agitated,

“Why would I do that?” The arrogant voice of the Hale boy rings against my ears.

“Because idiot, i’m trying to practice” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes glaring at the raven haired boys.

“ooh looks like we’ve got a feisty girl on our hands boys” he says grinning,

Not wanting to play into his games I roll my eyes and shut the door of the music room, praying that the music from the piano drowns out the idiotic boys in the hallway.

After that interaction, about a week later I’m sat at my usual lunch table with my friends Paige and Grace comparing our test answers for history when all of a sudden Paige looks up and smiles, she grabs Grace and quickly their off. Confused, I look up to see the Hale boy walking towards me, that same cocky grin on his face that he had earlier in the week.

“What do you want Hale.” I say rolling my eyes,

“Just wanted to say I think you look gorgeous today, Y/N”

I choke on my milk, “Sorry?” I ask my face heating up,

“You heard me, Cmon Y/N let’s go on a date” He says confidently,

“Yeah i’m good” I say confused but flattered, “is this some kinda sick joke?”

“Why would i be joking?” Derek says with raised eyebrows, I reluctantly agree on going on the date, little did I know what Id be getting myself into.

After our first date, we would use any excuse to see each other and by seeing eachother, I really mean going into empty classrooms and dark hallways to makeout with eachother until we lost our breath. We were whipped for eachother.

That is until my uncle Alaric called me, he sounded really worried, something was going on with his wife, my aunt and he thought i could help. I had no time to say goodbyes to anyone not Paige or Grace. Not even Derek. Little did I know, me going to Mystic Falls would lead to me becoming what my uncle was sacred of, what he hunted. A vampire.

September 8th, 2012

“Good morning class! My name is Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be your new history teacher!” I happily speak out, “I hope to get to know each and everyone of you lot very well! I know you all probably don’t want to be here given history is the most boring subject” I say using my fingers as air quotations for the last part.

“But i hope you know i’m trying my very best to make this class enjoyable, I’m not one to give out homework, and i’ll always try to give you as much class time as i can to help you guys, so please if you’ve got any questions i’ll be more than happy to help you guys.” I say making eye contact with a boy with a buzz cut, i can tell he’s going to need help.

The year started our lovely, that is until this blonde girl, Erica, waked into class looking as confident as ever, it was a good look on her don’t get me wrong, but i could tell by her smell that she was a wear wolf. As the year started I could tell who was and wasn’t aware of the supernatural world. the people who I knew that know about it were, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stillinski, Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, and Boyd. I’m sure some others knew but those were my main suspects. There was this one kid, Matt I knew he was up to something i just didn’t know what.

I was going to sub in for Mr. Harris as he randomly didn’t show up and the school didn’t have any substitutes that could come in last minute, so as any good teacher would I rushed over, as i walked in I heard Scott and Stiles whisper about how Derek Hale is trying to expand his pack. Hearing this I stiffened my back and coughed to get the student’s attention. I made direct eye contact with scott and with that, he knew that I knew about him and his friends.

Given that the class was the last of the day, when the bell rang i started writing notes for Mr.Harris when none other than the trouble duo came up to my desk, “Need help?” I ask not looking up from my paper at the two.

“you know about us.” Scott says, his heart rate rising, “are you a wolf too?” the boy with the buzz cut butts in,

“something like that.” I say finishing my notes, “what is it you were saying about derek hale?” I ask, standing up.

Me being impatient, I compelled the two boys into telling me everything they know, once they are done, we chat for a bit more before i’m off. I’m about to get in my car when I notice a tire in flat. I turn around as i’m greeted with Issac claws out pointed at me.

“Hello Mr. Lahey” I speak up, with a calm voice.

“What did something like that mean?” He asks, that sly fucker listened into my conversation with Scott and Stiles,

“Vampire, blood sucker, you know whatever they call us these days.” I say shrugging, “what’s it to you?” I ask the boy, when suddenly it clicks, he thinks i’m the Kanima,

“you sure?” he asks, “I need you to come with me”

“I’m your teacher Issac, me getting into your car would be highly inappropriate.” I know for a fact issac doesn’t care and he won’t leave till i do so with that i get into the passenger seat.

After a quiet drive and a few empty threats, we show up to a loft type place? slowly walking behind him we get a these big doors to which he opens, “Derek, I think we found our Kanima” issac says out loud to which i scoff. he can’t be serious.

“derek’s out right now with boyd but he’ll be back” Erica states, “Ms. Y/L/N?” she says confused as me and isaac walk in,

“Hey Erica” I say with a smile unbothered by the situation, “for reference i’m not the Kanima but i’m glad you guy’s thought of me” I say a smile plastered on my face.

“only. a kanima would say that” Issac says with a scoff, suddenly he cuts me with something normally i would care and it would heal, but i let out a scream, that little shit has vervain. I fall to the ground holding my wound.

What feels like two hours which is really ten minutes go by when Erica and Issac stand up at the opening door. In walks in boyd, with Derek Hale in all his glory,

Boyd is the first out of the two to notice me, “Ms. Y/L/N? holy shit are you ok?” he asks, the second my last names leaves his mouth derek looks up, there he is, the boy who i fell in love with then abandoned.

“don’t, she’s the kanima.” erica says her eyes glowing at me,

“If i was the kanima I don’t think vervain would take me down but here we are” i say, the veins under my eyes showing as well as my fangs,

“Y/N?” Derek says looking at me, “you three get out of here” he says looking at his pack members,

“but-“ is safe starts but is cut off,

“she’s not the Kanima.” he says his red eyes glowing at the three, and with that, they leave,

i try to muster the energy to move, or to even thank him but it’s cut short as a shooting feeling of pain hits me, causing me to scream, worried, derek runs over “how can i help you?” he asks looks at the wound,

“blood. i need blood and fire.” i says throwing my head back in pain, derek runs off and comes back with a blow torch and his claws out,

“her i got fire and you can use my blood” he says starting at his once girlfriend,

“fuck that, i’m not feeding off you, i’ll kill you” i say looking him in the eyes, but everyone knows derek hale is the most stubborn person ever. “it’s going to feel weird but when it gets too much tell me okay?” i say as he nods. with that i close my eyes as my fangs come out and i sink them into his neck, tasting the blood in my mouth sent a sense of euphoria to come over me, and i think him too as he lets out a sudden groan, after a little bit i pull back as i grab the torch and i burn the vervain out of me. the pains too much for me so i pass out, the world going black.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sun shining into the room, i’m on a mattress and i’m wearing a large shirt which i assume is derek’s, i groan and sit up only to meet the gorgeous green eyes i once yearned to see. “hey” i mutter weakly,

“where we’re you all this time?” derek says handing me a cup of coffee,

“I was with my uncle, in Mystic Falls, i became a vampire just a little while after i came there, that’s why i never came back i was scared that if you saw me like, we’ll you know, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.” i say looking down at the floor, “i was ashamed derek, and i feel so bad” i say finally meeting his gaze,

“how’d you die.” he asks, sadness in his voice,

“it was either me or my sister who had to die, so i took the step forward and here i am” I say a weak smile on my face. the rest of the day is spent with me and derek catching up, the things we missed, i never thought that seeing him and the conversation we had would lead to him, laying down on the mattress half naked, with me in top of him making out. hey, maybe old habits really do die hard.

I let out a small moan as his hands wrap around me and unclip my bra, “derek” i moan as one of his hands goes to my breast and the other goes into his mouth, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good holy shit, his mouth moves from my boob to my neck, which leads to him flipping me over and removing my pants and underwear, his hand finds my clit as he plays with it, leaving little figure 8’s making me moan, the other hand goes to his pants and with one hand he pulls them off, he kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts to my stomach then to my mound, my hands go straight to his hair as his skilled tongue draws patterns on my clit to my entrance, the feeling is so divine and i feel as if i’m about to come when he stops,

he draws a whine out of me, “calm down my girl, i want you to come around my cock” he says stroking his member.

i close my eyes as he enters me, and shock of pain and pleasure erupts through my body as he slowly starts moving. his pace gets rougher and rougher as we both start moaning louder and louder, I flip him over as i started riding him, pinning his hands above his head, i bite my lip and let my head fall against his chest as this new position is the one to send me over the edge, i feel my stomach start to tighten as i finally let my release go, clenching around derek

“oh fuck” i hear him slip out as he comes inside of me, completely emptying himself. I drop next to him as he holds me close, “stay with me this time?” he says staring into my eyes,

“of course” i say smiling.

later that day i changed into better clothes, i saw derek standing behind the kitchen island washing the counter, i walked over and kissed him.

as i pretended to drop something, he laughs it iff but it’s stuck in his throat as he feels my hand palm him, i pull down his sweats and start massaging him with a grin, “you dont need to.” he starts but i just smile as i take him in my mouth.

he lets out a moan as his hand goes behind my head pushing me further down his large cock, this man had to be atleast 9 inches, i continue to deepthroat him as i hear the door open, hearing that mixed with the voice of erica and issac only make me keep going i can tell derek is annoyed that they came here, but i know he’s happy that i’m continuing.

they walk into the room and start talking to him, i reach my hand to fondle his balls as he lets out a chocked growl and i feel something shoot down my throat, suddenly i hear issac stop talking, “oh shit derek” he says laughing as he realizes what happened, quickly he leave pulling erica behind him, her still being confused,

i stand up and kiss his lips, with a smirk, me coming back is going to be so fun.

Hey gang! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve has loads going on omfg. sorry if the words are wrong, not only am i on the phone but english isn’t my first language. i hope you enjoyed and make sure to send requests.

muah muah -Bailey

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His Saving Grace

Chapter Two

1114 Klaus x future daughter reader

I recommend re-reading chapter one as I made some major changes. I know I promised this update two years ago, but university got in my way and when I came back to these old stories a lot of re-vamping took place.

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The year is 2030, Y/N the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. A powerful young witch which threatens the survival of Malivore. In retaliation Malivore unleashes a time fay to return to the past and kill Klaus to ensure his survival.Y/N is Hope’s younger twin, now that no one remembers who she is the job is left to y/n to stop Malivore.

                   “You still live in the silences between my thoughts.”

Y/N resisted the urge to sign impatiently as the crowds around her soared and rejoiced as the pastor preached. The loud voices screaming into her sensitive ears, highly agitating her short temperament. Y/N hated church, she was by no means an atheist but she was a witch and a woman living in a time where she could be hanged for simply defying authority. So with that in mind Y/N had begrudgingly entertained Alaric, to keep up the role as godly saints whom attended church every Sunday. 

For the past weeks tempers were high within the household, Alaric and Davina could only watch as she battled silently with her demons.  Putting up a saintly farce everyday in the village as boys swarmed for her hand in marriage and village girls scowled jealousy. As someone who was influenced by the strong women in her life, to always be true to ones self and to never shape shift into society's ideal, the pretense (and the besotted men) were killing her. Alaric was getting far too accustomed in his daily ritual of turning away marriage proposals from haughty mothers and corpse like men. 

Pulling her away from her thoughts was the strain of her far too tightly, bonded corset. Thank the old gods she was from a thousand years into the future. Now Y/N realized why her Aunt Rebekah mostly if not always bit the heads off every man she met. If I had to suffer almost seven hundred years in such a tightly wounded corset which restricted most movements I would have done the same Y/N thought impatiently. As the preacher vivaciously expelled the devil with the crowd, Y/N reaching a breaking point silently casting a notice me not charm and made her way to the exit, silently huffing as she straightened her ankle length, grey dress which carried a turtleneck-like neckline. She wore a pristine, white shirt underneath whose sleeves puffed loosely around her arms but knotted tightly below her elbows. On top of her grey dress carried a loose brown corset of sorts held together by a length of ribbon criss-crossed. This corset did not converge in the middle, rather it showcased about five inches of the grey vertical striped pattern upon the bust and midriff as to emphasise her figure. Stitched upon her grey skirt was a length of brown which stopped at least six inches above her grey ankle length skirt, but it was gauged elegantly upon her right thigh allowing an elegant stylish slide flow. After all she was her Aunt’s niece and secretly she hoped it pissed off the conservatives in the crowd. Oh yeah! that speech about playing the part was not translating so well into her everyday life. 

Finally reaching a safe distance, out of sight from zealous fanatics just upon the edge of the forest, she dropped the spell. Huffing a sigh of relief all Y/N now needed was a pack of cigarettes or some weed to make 1114 much more bearable. 

“That’s quite the trick you pulled back there, little strega.” Now that snapped Y/N from her inner thoughts. Spinning around in a quite unlady like fashion, for this period at least, more than ready to confront the intruder. Only to be left dumbfounded to the stranger standing before her. But with a practiced ease which came from years of sneaking out and around  the Salvatore Boarding School, Y/N layered on her oh so innocent Mikaelson charm. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?, I have to say I’m not aware of that particular term!” Lies, her mind rang out. Play cool, Y/N thought, talk him up just to get close enough and wipe his memory. Now that particular trick was her favourite. The stranger smirked coyly at her, “I think you know exactly what I mean, liten heks.” Y/N paced herself now, he knew old norse. Whomever this stranger was, he was clearly quite wealthy at that judging by his smooth velvet and silks in comparison to her simple cotton dress. Now she had to thread carefully, wealth clearly meant high influence and political sway in a community as small as this one. And that meant possible exposure, this man was a threat, Y/N deemed carefully.

“Now, now liten heks, the stranger went on, I mean yours truly none harm.” My heart is void of ill contempt and malevolence for one with such great power and beauty. As he spoke he drew closer towards her, his face now completely unobstructed from the mist of the early morning. Y/N exhaled softly, the stranger a man’s whose face see had seen everyday in her New Orleans home, a demon who hunted her from birth, Finn Mikaelson. But if he was standing before her, that meant the brotherhood had not yet daggered the Mikaelsons. This younger and less vengeful ghost was still a threat to her but quite possibly an accomplice. The fae had yet to reveal itself it was either supplementing its diet with animals or news of children going missing had been covered up. 

The fae according to the texts preferred a warm tropical climate, for if their wings were exposed to cold they would simply fall apart. A fae’s lifeline was linked to her wings, losing them could kill the fae but iron to the heart worked just as well. All in all, the upcoming winter was now days away and left no time for procrastination which meant Y/N directly disobeying Alaric to seek the creature out herself. A venture she had no luck in, the fae who boasted of powerful magics was able to cleverly keep herself hidden. 

“Not one for much words I see.” Finn Mikaelson was now standing toe to toe with her. That’s quite alright, he continue as he played with a stray curl. Y/n flinched away slightly as he stared into her eyes, carefully examining the details of her face. “If I didn’t know better, I could have mistaken you for my Freya.” Finn whispered as he continued to tug upon her curl. It was low and if not for her keen hearing it would have been swept to the winds.  Y/N kept her head high and passive, thinking to herself how much of a leering creep her elder uncle was becoming. Quite unlike all accounts of the uptight, wet blanket her uncle Kol always described. As his hand came up to caress her face, Y/N instinctively jumped back, conjuring fire within her palm which she kept safely tucked behind her. Finn only smiled sheepishly, “I seemed to have forgotten my manners, in the presence of a young lady.” I deeply apologise, I do not know what came over me, my lady.

Y/n relaxed slightly and utterly confused as the man introduced himself. As he began to speak on what not, Y/N could only stare at his face in a daze. It would take her some time to sort herself out, only to realize he had disappeared only to leave behind a simple envelope in her hand. Y/N thought back to the genuinely baffled daze Finn fell into as she made her way into town. To onlookers her face was almost dreamy, as if paying much more attention to the envelope she twirled in her hands rather than her path. But rather Y/N was silently contemplating the latent abilities of the fae and just how she could manipulate Finn into helping her.The fae a creature in the future known for its deceitful ways but that though made her wonder just how much accurate Alaric’s information truly was. It was done before, the supernatural popularized lies like silver bullets and garlic to throw suspicion off of them so what if the same was done with the fae? As Y/N ventured into the town’s market lost in her thoughts many eyes followed her, women and young girls gossiped of her weird behaviours and wayward thinking.

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Bloody hell, Y/N thought to herself. Now while the young witch prided herself on being a fashionista, dresses were her absolute nightmare, well behind her murderous grandparents and malivore of course. I do have my priorities in order, thank you very much.

Somehow Davina had managed to convince the stubbornest Mikaelson into another deathtrap these humans called corsets. Y/N huffed, begrudgingly following her “parents” out of their temporary home. While she was ecstatic to receive the dinner invite to the Mikaelson home hours prior from Finn which came in the form of the mysterious envelope he left behind, she still heavily detested that damn corset suffocating her. There was just no space to hide her knives!, What’s a girl in multiple skirts and a stuffy attire supposed to do to defend herself when all her knives were confiscated on this occasion. 

But nevertheless Y/N compiled it only to see her family again while also plotting to defy Alaric once again on his no knives at the dinner table rule. I mean, its not really a family reunion if someone didn’t have a devious plan in the works. 

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Servants scattered frantically to the sides, keeping their heads bowed as the feared Mikaelson hybrid descended the grand staircase stepping onto the foyer. Holding an impassive mask, Niklaus surveyed the immediate area ensuring the preparations to his liking. Stepping to the right of the grand foyer Niklaus strolled into the grand sitting room which doubled as a music room, the soft notes of the harp eased his twirling mind. 

Taking a seat on a velvet cushioned armchair, with hands clasped elbows resting on his knees and eyes closed Niklaus thought back to the hauntingly familiar pup no he corrected himself, child. Days had passed since their first encounter and thoughts of the child haunted him. In the strangest of ways he craved her presence, but not in a way a lover does. But this vastly unfamiliar pull deep inside him yearning and pushing his self control. But if Niklaus didn’t know any better he would have called it fatherly love and as unbelievably usurp that idea sounded in his head, he couldn’t help but let his mind linger on the possibility. Barr the facial similarities and attitudes that crossed with his, perhaps it was her life that resonated with him he knew all too well the struggles of an abused orphan. 

Just maybe when he meet her today, try not to give away how he always crept away at night to watch over her. By the old gods, what would Elijah think of his stalker like behaviour. If his enemies only knew of this attachment, if he only knew. Niklaus sat and wondered of the possibilities, so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed his guests arrival. 

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Dinner surprisingly went smoothly, Klaus was utterly entertained by the ideas and thoughts of the young woman before him. Her guardian agitated him deeply with his distrustful glances and cold demeanor. 

Y/N on the other hand was on edge for an entirely different reason. As much as she wished to truly enjoy the rare company of her family, she could not help but be worried about the whereabouts of Finn. Given the  strange behaviour she witnessed earlier from him and his sudden disappearance she could not help but ponder the worst, especially given the current circumstances. It could be entirely possible Finn had aligned himself with the fae in order to rid himself of Klaus and the others. As far as she recalled, Finn had never been too particularly fond of the vampiric lifestyle and it is certainly within his motives to fix the balance of nature and forever end the vampire lines.

The rest of the night in the company of the Mikaelsons continued smoothly, with the exception of Kol getting a little too drunk and flirting with Davina. Y/N was able to enjoy the company of her lively Aunt. Soon came the peak of the full moon and the makeshift family slipped away to trap the fae. As Davina gathered the necessary ingredients for a binding ritual and Alaric his iron weapons, Y/N shared her suspicions of Finn and him possibly knowing her true identity. Both had agreed that Finn would be a potential suspect in aiding and plotting with the fae to get rid of the Vampire Sire line, him included. With caution in mind, the trio made their way towards the woods where Y/N last spoke to Finn. Since, Finn was most likely aligned with fae, the two would track him using Y/N’s blood, a plan which quickly came to a stop when the magic revealed the family together in their manor. 

Relief didn’t last as the winds picked up around the trio and both Y/N and Davina picked up the excited whispers of dead witches. The brotherhood so it seemed had finally succeeded in crafting the daggers it was only a matter of time before they used it. Huh, maybe it was her paranoia seeping in earlier and Finn was just too ashamed of his earlier behaviour to make an appearance at dinner.

@physically-a-cheesecake​ 

@goldencassy​ 

@sujusfs14499​ 

@alyssatjuhhh​

[dulcewrites]

Hope you’re having a great Sunday, I was just thinking about how cool it would be if later on in fcc or in the Aemond/Cassandra au we’d get a moment where ten year old Bealor/Alaric is hurt during training and has to be taken to the maesters to get some stitches or something and Aemond being there with his son the entire time, comforting him, telling him how brave he’s been and just being there for him in a fatherly manner because it would be such a stark parallel/ contrast to the way Viserys treated him when he had a much more serious injury.

Thank you, I hope your Sunday goes well too!

I decided to just write this bc I’m procrastinating things I need to do for work 💀. So Baelor is 10, the saera and Alyssane would be 7, and Aerion is around 4/5. Not set in stone but I could see Aemond maybe being hand of the king at this time. If not he is in Aegon’s council as master of laws.

I can do one for cass, Aemond, and alaric later as well

Apple of My Eye

The day starts in the most mundane way possible. Nothing out of the ordinary… until Aemond gets a tap on the shoulder during a council meeting.

The young squire could barely meet his gaze.

“There was an incident in the yard, my prince,” he lowers his voice almost to a mumble. “With young Baelor.”

His anxiousness only spikes walking to hall when he can hear Myrah’s voice all the way from down the walkway. Dripping with venom and worry.

“And as his teacher, are you not supposed to be watching him? Making sure nothing happens while he is training?”

“I am, but - “

“But what,” she screeches in question. “My son has been cut on your watch!”

Baelor is sitting in a chair, arm getting stitched up by one of the maesters. Face tinged pink with pain and eyes screwed shut as the maester needles through the skin on his arm.

“What in seven hells happened,” Aemond walks over to Myrah.

"I want his training stopped," Myrah chin wobbles a bit, ignoring his question. "And I want this imbecile out of the castle."

"My lady, he was not supposed - "

Turning from Myrah, Aemond's gaze zeros in on Ser Roland. "If you plan on blaming this on my son. I would choose your next words very wisely." The knight swallows hard. "We will discuss this later. Go, give us the room."

Ser Roland mumbles an apology before leaving the hall.

"I should have never allowed him to start training, not now," Myrah mutters, shaking her head. "Who in their right mind walks around with a blade attached to them?"

"I do," Aemond grabs her face.

"Exactly."

They look at each other for a moment before laughing. Myrah's chuckle coming out watery and soft. I shed tears stuck to her lashes.

"He is going to fight you on stopping the training."

"His arm was gashed open," she sighs. "It could have been worse. It may be worse in the future."

"Not if he trains properly."

Myrah face downturns in thought.

"Let's just see where his head," Aemond kisses her on the forehead. The break apart to turn to see the maester finishing up stitching Baelor.

"It should heal nicely," the maester dabs some of the blood off before getting up. "The cut was clean. He did good letting me do my work.”

"My brave, brave boy," Myrah leans down and peppers Baelor's face with kisses.

"Mother, I’m fine,” Baelor whines in embarrassment, pulling away. His eyes drift to Aemond. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better at the next session.”

Aemond brushes curls from his face. “There’s no need to apologize. I’d rather you be safe than worried above anything else.”

“We are pausing the training,” Baelor opens his mouth to protest, but Myrah stops him. “Not long, just until you heal properly.”

“But I’ll be behind,” Baelor frowns.

“And you’ll catch up in due time,” Aemond reassures. “Set backs happen to the best of swordsman.”

Baelor looks sad before his face brightens a bit. “Ser Cole said if I don’t like the blade, I could switch to the morning star like him.”

Aemond and Myrah exchange a look.

Gods help them.

[countrymusiclover]

7 - Mikaelson Kids Are Key

Part 8

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Henrik’s pov

Running through the halls of the school with Pedro we had been playing tag for hours seeing as my parents were busy with protecting the school. We ended up running across the Saltzman twins room. I paused, confused seeing Lizzie talking with a blue lady. “Lizzie, who is she?” I asked to enter the room. 

“She probably has magic like us.” Pedro responded by taking my hand in his. 

The blue lady snapped her fingers before I stepped forward touching the blue woman's back to which she didn’t notice. “Lizzie, what’s she doing?” Before our eyes we were transported into an old warehouse and saw pictures of my mom and dad on the wall saying they were wanted by the law. 

“I don’t see Lizzie.” Pedro looked around until we heard some screaming around the corner. 

Together we ran around the corners and I felt like I was about to throw up at the sight before our eyes. There were two people standing in front of us tearing into some strangers' necks until the body dropped to the ground dead. One of the people who we’re feeding turned around to us where I croaked out terrified. “Mommy?” Her hair was a tousled mess, blood stained all the way down her chin and her vampire fangs visible to us.

“Who the hell are you, boys? I don’t have any children.” She spat in my direction slowly walking towards us and I could feel my heart beating against my chest. 

My father glanced over his shoulder grabbing a hold of my mother’s shoulder holding her there for a brief moment. “Easy Raelyn, we shouldn’t hurt these kids…is what I would say if I had any humanity left in me.” He vamped forward shoving me against the wall about to bite into my neck until someone shot something into his back and my mothers where they collapsed onto the ground. 

“Henrik, what do we do? Please don’t hurt us.” Pedro begged the stranger that lowered their crossbow.

The figure removed their hood revealing the familiar face of my uncle Jacob. He cocked the weapon again with something else coming up cheek us for injuries. “Are you boys okay? Does anything hurt?” Blinking my eyes I recognized my younger cousin standing in front of me with her brown hair tied up into a braid. 

“Andrea, it’s me, Henrik. Henrik, your cousin.” I stepped forward to hug her until she drew back slightly away from me. 

She knitted her brows confused. “I’m sorry kiddo but I don’t recognize you.” 

“Andrea, help the kids up. We need to get back to the base before they wake up. Alaric will need our help with the war.” Uncle Jacob tilted his head in the other direction heading outside. We followed after them where I glanced back at my sleeping parents horrified that they didn’t know me and nearly killed me. 

We reached something that looked like the school but it wasn’t anything like we knew. There were maps and weapons everywhere. Everyone was dressed in military type clothes meaning they were prepared to fight something. Andrea held a curtain open showing me and Pedro someone that looked like an older Ric standing over a war map. “We found some other strangers, Saltzman. Maybe your daughter knows who they are.” 

“Thanks Andrea. Sweetheart, do you know these kids?” Alairc glanced in the direction of Lizzie who rushed over to the two of us. 

“Pedro, Henrik. What are you doing here? How did you follow me?” She asked us. 

Pedro answered her question looking around the room with a nervous stance. “We followed the blue lady.” 

“Come here you two…The world knows about vampires?” Lizzie picked up a picture of a piece of paper that showed enemies of the state. And it was drawings of my father and mother. 

Alaric leaned down noticing what we were all looking at. “You've forgotten more than I thought. 

Klaus Mikaelson and Raelyn Lane lost everything that anchored him to his humanity, and so he shut it off two years ago and started a war. Outed supernaturals in the process. And just like that, Triad had an ugly, racist platform to stand on, and nothing's been safe ever since.” 

“What did they lose? Where are my  sisters…Hope, Alina…Missy?” I asked the older man, remembering when my mother said she had no children which I knew wasn’t true. 

Alaric lowered his gaze to the floor sniffing through tears. “After they took this magic called the Hollow it took control and killed them. I don’t know who you are. But Hope, Alina and Melissa have been dead for two years.” 

“If they’re gone then that means you were never born either.” Pedro turned to me with tears in his eyes figuring out what must have happened. “That’s why your parents didn’t recognize you.” 

Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I felt anger building up inside of me before Lizzie asked her father. “Where's Josie? Dad. Where is she?” 

“She's dead, Elizabeth. The vigil's for her.” He weakly told his daughter. 

Lizzie fell against the table of paper’s behind her. “No. No, no. She-she can't... she can't be. That's not what I wanted.” 

“I know. But, right now, you just... need to get some sleep.” Ric tried to calm her down. 

She pushed through the tears in utter shock looking toward us seeing that I was sobbing through heavy tears. “No. No, no. I-I can... I can fix this. I-I can make this whole miserable world go away. Josie's not really gone…neither are your sisters Henrik. I promise, okay?” 

Alaric grabbed her shoulders. “Elizabeth, please, please... “ 

“This was my last wish. I can't take it back.” Lizzie whipped her head around to us sobbing uncontrollably. “Oh. I've ruined everything. Oh, no. It's my fault!” 

Pushing past Pedro I suddenly threw one of the tables across the room smashing it to pieces. Grabbing one of the pieces I spun around on my feet launching it towards Lizzie but her body collapsed into sleep in her father’s arms. The piece of wood gets thrown into the witch. I think Penelope was her name. “Urgh!” I grunted seeing her body drop dead where instantly I collapsed onto the ground when my legs broke. 

“Henrik!” Pedro screamed seeing the rest of my bones starting to break. 

I don’t really remember what happened next but somehow they put us inside a cell with my bones still breaking slowly while I fought against the pain that it was bringing me. Lizzie slowly woke up seeing me curled up in the corner moaning in pain. “Henrik, oh god. You triggered your curse because of me…Genie, please come back!” 

The blue lady appears beside us staring down at me seeing my bones still breaking and I begin crying loudly. “Quite a pickle you’re in, Lizzie. Involving a poor innocent boy into this world. You now see that wishing me what I want is the only way.” 

“No way am I giving you my wish!” She snapped at her running her fingers through my hair. 

“Incentivized?” The blue woman snapped her fingers transporting the three of us outside where I lifted my head up seeing men throwing Alairc to the ground. 

Pedro panicked when I buried my face into the ground yanking my head up flashing my golden wolf eyes at the pair. “Lizzie what do we do…Henrik’s turning into a wolf.” 

“When I fix this he’ll be fine. I promise, Pedro.” She whipped her head around back to the blue lady. “I am never wishing you that urn.  You want it so bad? Why didn't you just take it when it was right in front of you…Because you can't. That's it, isn't it?  You said it yourself. You can only do what someone wishes you to do. That's your curse.  And you are just as broken as I am. But I know how to fix you.” 

“Lizzie ah!” I screamed up at her trying to still fight against the pain seeing my hands turning into claws. 

She gulped never wanting me to turn at only the age of seven so she thought quickly on her feet. “By winning your dumbass game. I wish that you had never met the monster that sent you to Malivore.” 

The magic lady trails off. “Huh. If I never went to Malivore…” 

“You'd have completed your years of service. That's my wish. Take it or leave it.” Lizzie glared at the woman with my back breaking and a low growl coming from my throat. 

She raised her fingers. “Your wish is my command.” 

Lizzie cheered dropped taking my hand in hers. “Boom! Suck on that! You won’t have to turn, Henrik.” 

“But there's a catch. We will never have met, either, which means... he won’t remember triggering his curse and you…” The blue lady cut her off. 

Lizzie mumbles. “I won't remember the Merge.” 

She explained to the three of us. “Not consciously. You'll be just like all those poor souls I helped over the centuries who used their final wishes to reset their realities.” 

Pedro asked nervously with my neck snapping in the opposite direction. “What did you do to them?” 

“They found their worlds just as they left them. Only their minds weren't.  Because somehow our journeys stayed with them and slowly drove them insane. It's like you said. There's always a loophole with magic.  And when you find out your father's secret, as you inevitably will, history will likely repeat itself, and you'll kill Josie all over again.” The genie tilted her head to the side with a curious look. “The only thing I am not sure whether or not Henrik will trigger his curse at the same time yet. But it still may be your fault.” 

Lizzie gasped realizing what she had said but it was too late. “I take it back. I-I wish to…” 

“I thank you for my freedom, Lizzie.” The genie snapped her fingers where I passed out for a brief second before I shot awake seeing Lizzie standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom. 

Getting to my feet I wasn’t sure why but I bolted through the hallways of the school searching for my mom or my dad like I was afraid that something had happened to them. Yet I couldn’t explain why. Screeching to a halt I found both of them standing out in the center room with the fireplace. “Mommy. Daddy!” 

“Henrik - offf. Hey, is everything okay?” Mom hugged me when I tackled her into a bear hug sobbing happily into her shirt. 

Dad bent down on a knee seeing me crying. “Son, why are you crying?" 

"I don't know, I just…Where are my sisters?" I croaked through heavy tears. 

"I love you, sisters!" Multiple sets of footsteps came around the corner where I spun on my feet seeing my three big sisters all standing there. Wrapping my arms around all three of them I didn't quite understand why but something told me that without the Mikaelson kids there would a war. 

[kiss-my-freckle]

– Bennet Burial Grounds –

Bonnie Bennet: Wow, this is wacky! Two shows in a row opening with a weird witchy dream! I really need to lay off the tacos!

Klaus: I think you need to lay off the living! Fangs!

– Bennet Burial Grounds – Six Feet Under –

Bonnie Bennet: This is less than ideal! But at least I can use my magic to get out of this fix! “Though success is mostly a stranger, magic get me out of danger!”

The Magic Coffin of Not Opening: Doesn’t open.

Bonnie Bennet: Poop.

Abby Bennet Wilson: Hi Bonnie! For some reason the spirits of a hundred dead witches are sending you on a useless quest that will put you in danger and give Klaus exactly what he wants! If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were trying to get rid of you!

Bonnie Bennet: Mommy!

– Mystic Falls Home for Immolated Wiccans –

Bonnie Bennet: Hi Elena! Stefan swore me to secrecy and made me promise to never ever tell you where the coffins were, but I’ve been having really bad dreams and last week I learned that bad dreams get better when you don’t ignore them so I figured the best way to get a solid night’s sleep would be to tell you all of our plans!

Elena Gilbert: Great! Hold on, just let me check in to FourSquare!

Elena Gilbert’s FourSquare: Elena Gilbert checked in to The Super Secret Hiding Spot for Klaus’ Daggered Siblings, 123 Fourth Street, Mystic Falls, VA.

Stefan Salvatore: Facepalm.

– The Gilbert House – Research and Revelations –

Elena Gilbert: Hi Bonnie! I asked the Sheriff to hunt down every single Abby Bennet in the country! And since everyone in this town does exactly what I tell them to, she said yes!

Bonnie Bennet: Thanks Elena! Your talent for manipulation came in really useful this week!

Damon Salvatore: You want to talk about manipulation? All I have to do is loook in to someones eeeeys and they’re all like “sure Damon anything you want Damon here’s Abby’s address Damon and her social security number and her driver’s license and her finger prints and her bank accounts and please bite me you’re so handsome and dashing and cool!” So let’s go on a road trip!

Elena Gilbert: Damon, no! Bonnie is going to meet her mother for the first time in fifteen years, and this situation is delicate and gentle and fluffy and you’re rash and sarcastic and cut oh yeah baby your abs are so cut let me see you abs no I mean I’m a good girl and you’re a bad boy and we can’t kiss again that would be wrong!

Bonnie Bennet: o_0

The Lady of the Manor: Wait, Bonnie has a mother? Is Bonnie getting a plot line?

– Chateau Forbes – Painful Plans –

Tyler Lockwood: Hi Caroline! Sorry about almost murdering you last week! But I have a great plan to fix this whole Sire-bond thing!

Caroline Forbes: Great! What are you-

Tyler Lockwood: I invited your vampire-hating, werewolf loathing, torture-obsessed father over for diner! And bondage!

Caroline Forbes: Why does my life always suck?

Neville the Corgi: Something about that boy intrigues me!

– Mystic Grill – Murder Mystery –

Alaric Saltzman: Thanks for having lunch with me Meredith! But I’m really worried about falling into the friend zone, and my penis is really worried about never meeting your lady bits, so maybe next time we could do dinner instead!

Meredith Fell: Okay!

Damon Salvatore: Hi Alaric! Who’s the hot girl?

Alaric Saltzman: That’s Doctor Fell! Her ex says she’s a complete psycho, and you know what that means … she’s gonna be a tiger in the sack!

Damon Salvatore: Speaking of psycho, do you think she might be the kind of girl who would drive a stake into a guy’s chest and leave him laying in the woods?

Alaric Saltzman: Why do you say that?

Damon Salvatore: Oh, no reason.

– Castle Salvatore – Dangerous Games –

Klaus: Hi Stefan! My hybrids have all left town, so I want to know what I have to do to get my family back!

Stefan Salvatore: Well, you could try pissing off and calling again in a few years! And if you make one move, I’ll-

Klaus: Okay, son, this whole “crazy Stefan with nothing to lose” thing has been cute, but let’s be real. You’ve had six months to practice your whole man on fire routine, but I’ve had a thousand years to get really good at causing chaos, mayhem, and pain in extraordinarily creative, terrifying ways. So if you really think you can out bad-guy me? Let’s go.

Stefan Salvatore: …Crap.

– Highway to Hell –

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about your mama!

Bonnie Bennet: Let’s talk about your Damon!

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about literally anything else ever!

Bonnie Bennet: Was it good?

Elena Gilbert: That doesn’t matter!

Bonnie Bennet: That means it was! He kissed you and you loved it! You want more! You want to hug him! You want to kiss him! You want to have his babies!

Elena Gilbert: Doesn’t this car have some product placement features we could discuss?

The Lady of the Manor: He’s Damon, of courseit was good. Seriously, that girl is dumber than a rock. An especially dumb rock.

Stefan Salvatore (on the phone): Hi guys! Just wanted to make sure you aren’t on your way to do anything stupid!

Elena Gilbert (on the phone): Nope! We’re heading up to the lake house to take a break from all of the crazy!

Bonnie Bennet: Hey, you didn’t leave my mom’s picture and address and social security number laying on your kitchen table by any chance, did you?

Elena Gilbert: Probably not!

– Mystic Grill – Profitable Public Relations –

Klaus (on the phone): Hi Wally! You know what’s great about having the entire Mystic Falls government playing for my team? Whenever Elena comes by and asks for very odd pieces of information, they give me a call! And on a totally unrelated note, I have a little job for you …

Wally the Werepire: Woof!

Neville the Corgi: He also intrigues me!

– Abby’s Home for Retired Wiccans –

Wally the Werepire: Hi Abby! I need you to look into my eyes …

Neville the Corgi: I wanna be a werepire! I’d compel you to give me endless cookies!

Jamie: Hi guys! What can I do for you?

Bonnie Bennet: Nothing nothing at all we were just leaving sorry to bother you got to go goodbye!

Elena Gilbert: Super Elena disappointed face powers activate!

Bonnie Bennet: Abby’s my mom.

Jamie: Another one? Well, you might as well come inside.

Bonnie Bennet: So Jamie, are we related?

Jamie: Nah, I just crash on your mother’s house. She’s really hot, and I’m kind of a cougar hunter.

lmfao! I'm currently working on these episodes now.

[why-do-i-like-the-bad-guys]

Roles played by actors that made me aware of their existence and what movies I watched after because they were in it:

Let’s start out with the one and only Dean Winchester who was played by Jensen Ackles-

Movies/ TV shows I’ve watched because for him:

Ten Inch Hero

The Boys

Now, I know it’s not only one movie but that’s only because my fascination was mainly with the long tv show, so by the time I practically finished it, I was onto my next target.

Speaking of my next target who has the same fate; Castiel who was played by Misha Collins-

Now I’m gonna be honest with you. When I started watching Supernatural I didn’t get the big deal the angel Castiel was. I was like (and plz forgive me for my ignorance) he’s not even that cute. Since then I have mended my ways and dedicated a lot of time to watching online panels of him.

Onto other Movies/TV shows I’ve watched because of him:

Karla

Onto the next Victim of my fascination, Alaric Saltzman played by Matt Davis-

I’m gonna be honest with you, you can all have Damon and Stefan for yourselves, I’ll take Alaric over them any day lol.

And some movies/TV shows he was in, before I knew he was in the vampire diaries that is:

Legally Blond

Law and Order SVU-one episode in the early seasons.

Another underrated character is Bobo Del Rey, who is played by, Michael Eklund

I’ve also taken some time to look into some of his other roles:

The Call

Mr. Right

The Hitman Never Dies

The Package

Van Helsing (tv series)

Altered Carbon

Dirks Gently Holistic Detective

Dark

Bates Motel

Arrow

Welcome to Sudden Death

Oddly enough he was one of the reasons I found my next fixation; Sheriff Romero who was played by Nestor Carbonell

He was the thing I needed just then too. Those eyelashes I swear!

What I saw him in since:

Lost

House MD

The Morning Show

Our Next man in the line up is Brock Rumlow who is played by Frank Grillo-

This man wormed his way into my heart with that amazing hair and body. Plus he looks really good as the bad guy.

He’s probably also the one I’ve seen the most films of so far:

Boss Level

The Purge: Anarchy

The Purge: Election Year

Black and Blue

The Hitman’s Wife’s bodyguard

Prison Break

Reprisal

Point Blank

Wheelman

Homefront

Body Brokers

Into the Ashes

Donnybrook

Disconnect

Law and Order SVU- 2 episodes

And the next one is Hiram Lodge, Played by Mark Consuelos-

I mean I’m sorry, but that Body should be a crime, just as Grillo’s. Too damn sexy.

And it’s mainly that aspect that I looked him up on different things lol. But I didn’t watch them all the way through

Tv shows/Movies:

Alpha House

A Walk Among the Tombstones

An episode from Law and Order SVU

Next up is one who was introduced to me from the TV show Law and Order SVU William Lewis, played by Pablo Schrieber

Now I know what you’re thinking…this is just wrong. But I mean this man could get it. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

Onto what I’ve seen him in:

American Gods

Lords of Dogtown

Lights Out

A Gifted Man

Our Next man up is Donald Pierce who is played by Boyd Holbrook-

This man holds the key to my heart. Or one of them at least. I’m usually not into blondes all that much but his southern drawl and beauty are amazing.

Here’s what I’ve looked him up for:

The Predator (2018)

We can be Heroes

Gone Girl

The Skeleton Twins

The Free World

Morgan

Cardboard Boxer

In the Shadow of the Moon

The Sandman

Justified: City Premeval

Onto another bue-eyed blond haired hottie Takeshi Kovacs played by Joel Kinnamen

I’m sorry but there is no need for a man to look that good and be that tall. He is Swedish of course.

What I’ve seen him in:

Suicide Squad (2016)

The Suicide Squad (2021)

[tanjamikaelson]

BITTERSWEET - CHAPTER 6

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 6: | THERE YOU GO AGAIN MAKING ME LOVE YOU |

In the living room, Klaus was being creative working on an abstract painting on an easel when Rebekah entered the room, or so he thought it was Rebekah. It was actually Esther possessing her body.

“What took you so long?” Klaus asked, not looking up from his painting.

“Alaric didn't want to hand over the stake.” Rebekah said, showing him a stake, “Luckily I'm quite the charmer.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, “That's it?” 

“The last of the white oak stakes that can kill us.” Rebekah confirmed, “Do you want to do the honors or shall I?” 

Klaus put the paintbrush down before he took the stake from Rebekah and threw it into the flames in the fireplace. The flames flared up around the stake.

“Well that's that then.” Rebekah stated.

“Pack your bags, we're leaving.” Klaus announced.

“Today?” Rebekah asked nervously.

Klaus shrugged, “Why not? There's nothing keeping us here. We'll grab the doppelganger and be off by sunset.”

“But tonight is the decade dance.” Rebekah told him.

“So?” Klaus asked, uninterested.

Rebekah scoffed, “So, I'm head of the committee, we have to go.” 

Klaus rolled his eyes, “I'm not going to any dance.” 

“Lorena said she will be there.” Rebekah said teasingly, “Maybe you could use that opportunity and sweep off her feet like you did in the 1920s.”

Klaus sighed, “Okay, fine. One last hoorah.” he said smiling.

Rebekah smiled back, “One last hoorah, Nik.” 

・ • ・ • ・

"Check the front door." Lorena read a message from Klaus and wondered why he sent her that, just then when she heard a doorbell. She walked towards the door and opened them, but no one was there, except for one box. Lorena took it, guessing that Klaus' message was about that.

She opened a box and there was a beautiful white dress from the 20s, there was also a card with Klaus' writing, "Would you want to go to a 20s decade dance with me?"

Lorena dialed his number and as soon as he answered she said, "Are you seriously inviting me to a high school dance?"

"Rebekah told me that you want to go." Klaus told her.

"What? I told her that I don’t want to go.” Lorena replied confused.

Klaus smiled, “Well this will be our last night here so that’s the least we can do for her."

"Wow, how nice of you.” Lorena said in a sarcastic tone, “I didn’t know that you’re leaving."

"We are. You, me and Rebekah." Klaus told her.

"I don't think she would want to leave." Lorena replied.

"Well, she said she does, she doesn't have anything keeping her here and neither do we." Klaus said.

Lorena signed, "Fine. I'll go but only because of Rebekah."

・ • ・ • ・

Lorena arrived at a decade's dance fashionably late, Klaus was waiting for her at the entrance.

"You're late." Klaus remarked as she approached him.

"Well, the sooner we leave here, the better." Lorena shrugged, then looked at his outfit that matched hers. He wore a white suit just like her dress, "Matching outfits, hm.."

Klaus smiled, "You look even more beautiful in that dress, then I had imagined." 

Lorena gave him a small smile back, "Thanks."

"Shall we?" Klaus asked and Lorena locked her arm with his before walking inside.

"I see not everyone's meant for 20s." Lorena remarked when she saw the decorations and people around her.

"1920s were unique, no one can recreate them." Klaus said as the two of them stopped at the bunch table.

He was about to pour them a drink when he spotted someone in the crowd.

"Excuse me, love." Klaus said, handing Lorena a drink and walking away but she followed him.

"Where have you've been mate?" Klaus asked.

A boy looked at him, "I just got back in town."

Klaus gave him a serious look, "That's funny. I don't recall giving you permission to leave in the first place."

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?!" Caroline asked coldly.

Klaus laughed at her, "I don't have to prove anything, love. I am the alpha male."

Caroline scoffed in response, but it didn't faze him.

"Go and ruin someone else's night." Caroline tells him.

He glared at her and Caroline glared at him. They stood there that way for a long moment before Lorena interfered.

She grabbed his hand so that he looked at her, "This is Rebekah's last night here, don't ruin anything. Let's go."

He let her drag him away to the other side of the room.

"So you're not going to force me to dance with you or something?" Lorena asked him.

The corners of his lips tilted upwards, "Did you want me to ask you to dance?" His voice had a lot of hopefulness.

"Actually no." Lorena answered sharply.

Klaus raised his eyebrow at her, a look of amusement on his face, "Well then I don't really see a point in asking you. And I told you I'm not going to force you into anything."

"Except for this stupid dance." Lorena blurted out.

"I gave you a choice, and you said you're coming here because of my sister." Klaus told her.

"And where is she?" Lorena asked.

"I don't know, love. Maybe she's just late." Klaus replied.

"That doesn't sound like her." Lorena told him, then sighed in frustration, "You know what? Let's just dance and kill time until she shows up."

She took his hand and led him out in the middle of the dance floor. Klaus twirled her in towards him slowly and placed a hand on her hip, holding her close. 

"You know being here tonight reminds me of being at Gloria's in the 1920s." Klaus said softly, "You were reckless, sexy and fun. We used to dance till we dropped."

"So you're saying that I'm not reckless, sexy and fun anymore?" Lorena questioned him, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh, you most definitely are." Klaus replied and pulled her more into him whispering into her ear, "Especially sexy in that dress."

When he pulled back Lorena tried hard not to look into his eyes. She knew if she did she would get lost and she won't be able to find her way back. He of course never took his eyes off of her. Lorena hated to admit but there was something about being in his arms again.

"You know, that dress is actually the one I bought you back then, but never got a chance to give it to you." Klaus said softly.

"Really? You kept it for all these years?" Lorena asked.

"I most definitely did." Klaus said and put his finger on her chin, moving her head to look at him, "Look at me, love." when she did he continued, “In 1944 you were in London. And in 1990 you were at a concert, standing in the front row, dancing all night with some guy, it took every ounce of me not to kill him right then and there.”

“You were there?” Lorena asked curiously. 

Klaus softly smiled, “Even after I left you I never stopped looking out for you." 

Lorena shakes her head, "But in ninety years you only spoke to me once. Why?"

"I didn't want to bring you back into my life because it wasn't safe as long as my father was looking for me. I couldn't bear to lose you." Klaus told her honestly, not moving his eyes from hers.

Lorena shook her head down, "But you did lose me." 

"If you stayed with me my father could've killed you, that would be worse than leaving you." Klaus told her.

"If he wanted to kill me he would've done it in New Orleans." Lorena reminded him of that night.

"And to be honest I don't know why he didn't, but if he got another chance he wouldn't waste it. Just so he could make me suffer." Klaus told her and deep down Lorena knew that could be true, “And I'm sorry." Klaus said, caressing her cheek, "I'm so sorry, love." he moved forward placing a kiss on her forehead and Lorena closed her eyes at the feeling.

"You know I like this side of you." Lorena said when she looked at him again, "When you show that you really care and that you actually have a heart."

Klaus smiled at her words and Lorena placed her head on his shoulder. He tangled his fingers into her hair as they moved slowly to the music.

Suddenly Lorena laughed at the realization, "She set us up."

"What?" Klaus asked, confused.

Lorena looked at him, "Rebekah set us up. She wanted us to come to this dance because she knew it would bring back memories. And to get us to dance and get all cuddly." She moved her arms away from him then looked around the room, "And she still isn't here."

"I'll call her." Klaus said and walked out of the school, Lorena followed him. When he called her she didn't answer so he left her a voicemail, "Rebekah, call me back immediately! We only came to this ridiculous dance because you begged us to and now you're nowhere to be found."

Klaus looked down at his feet and saw a line made of salt. His eyes followed the line, seeing that it went around the entire school.

"What is this?" Klaus questioned.

Stefan walked up behind the two of them, revealing, "Your mother is back."

・ • ・ • ・

Lorena stood beside Klaus in the classroom where several candles were lit and Bonnie was chanting a spell.

Klaus let out a sigh of frustration, "What's taking so long?! All boundary spells have a loophole."

Then Matt walked in saying, "People are walking right out of the dance, past the barrier."

Jeremy spoke up thoughtfully, "Matt and I can leave, we can stop Esther ourselves. We just gotta find out where she is."

Stefan shakes his head, "It's suicide, Jeremy."

Klaus was running out of patience so he rushed over and grabbed by the throat a guy was was apparently Bonnie’s date, he started to strangle him, "Suicide would be disappointing me!" He turned to Bonnie, "Now work her magic, witch, or I'll start killing people you fancy."

"Let him go!" Bonnie demanded.

"Not until you get us out of here." Klaus growled at her.

"Ah, don't be stupid, Klaus. Bonnie doesn't give a damn about us. The only reason she's helping us right now is to save Caroline and Tyler. You start killing the people she cares about, she'll tell us all to go to hell." Stefan told him and Klaus let go of the boy.

"Maybe try another spell, I can help. I was a witch once." Lorena suggested, then she took a new map and placed it on the teacher's desk, "We're going to need more blood." Bonnie poured more blood on the map and Lorena told her, "Think of Elena and repeat after me, "Que le sang montre où se trouve la personne à laquelle je pense."

The blood formed a circular pool that didn't move.

Bonnie opened her eyes, "Esther is fighting me."

"Esther couldn't possibly have this much power." Klaus denied shaking his head.

"Unless she's channeling something." Lorena spoke up.

"A hotspot?" Bonnie said.

Lorena and Klaus exchanged looks before he turned to Damon, "Get the humans ready. I know where she is."

・ • ・ • ・

Klaus, Lorena and Stefan were standing outside the school near the entrance to the gym hall.

"You know this is your fault. You set us on this path when you released my mother." Klaus stated, "I wonder if revenge will prove worth the cost."

Stefan shook his head, "Oh, I'm done with revenge. As far as Esther; we've stopped her before, we'll stop her again."

"We're strange bedfellows, you and I. You know, all of this, reminds me of our time together in the Twenties." Klaus told him.

"You say that like I'm supposed to have happy memories about it." Stefan responded bitterly.

Lorena spoke up, running to Stefan, "You were a trusted friend."

"Nearly a brother even." Klaus added.

Damon walked up, with his snarky smirk, "Well, he already has a brother. Not to be, you know, territorial or anything."

Klaus shook his head with a grin on his lips, "Oh no, of course, the Salvatores. And their unshakeable bond. I wonder what'll happen when Elena finally makes her choice. Will we see you shake just a little bit?"

The Salvatore brothers exchanged looks.

Suddenly, Bonnie stormed out of the school shouting, "It's done. Esther's not fighting me any more. The boundary spell is broken."

Klaus tested the boundary with his arm to see if Bonnie's words were correct.

"Go back to the mansion, love." Klaus told Lorena.

"But-" was all Lorena managed to say before he rushed away. 

It didn't take long for Klaus to retrieve Esther's body from the cemetery. He took her coffin to the room where the other coffins were. Only one was closed. He opened it and Rebekah was lying there with a dagger in her heart. Klaus pulled the dagger out of her and put it on the table.

"Esther was possessing her body and she daggered her." Klaus informed Lorena.

Lorena was leaning on the door-frame, "And we didn't notice that it wasn't Rebekah." she muttered.

Klaus turned to Esther's body in another coffin as he spoke, "Your trap failed, mother. I live and I will go on living. Let your beloved spirits try to preserve you again, I dare you to come after me! I will build an army so big, no one will ever touch me. My survival will haunt you through eternity. You will never destroy me!" He shouted out.

・ • ・ • ・

Lorena and Klaus were sitting in the living room waiting for Rebekah to wake up. He handed Lorena a glass of whiskey and sat on the sofa beside her.

"Tonight was fun, wasn't it? Except for this part with my mother." Klaus stated.

Lorena shrugged her shoulders, "You can say that."

"Don't act now like you didn't enjoy dancing with me." Klaus said with a cocky smirk.

Lorena chuckled, "Get over yourself, Klaus."

"Playing hard to get." Klaus remarked, "You know I like a challenge." 

Two of them stared at each other for a moment, Klaus gave her a look he always gave her when he felt the desire to kiss her, but it was cut short when Rebekah entered a room.

"Oh, god. Am I interrupting a moment?" Rebekah asked when she saw that the two of them were sitting close to each other.

Lorena moved her eyes from Klaus to her and placed her glass on the table before standing up, "Not at all. I'm glad you're okay." She gave her a hug and Rebekah hugged her back.

"I guess my mother managed to convince you to go on a dance together." Rebekah remarked, seeing that Lorena wore a dress from the 20s, "I hope at least you two had some fun, I unfortunately missed it."

"It was okay." Lorena said quietly.

"It was more than okay, she doesn't want to admit it." Klaus spoke up.

"So are the two of you good now?" Rebekah asked, looking between the two of them, waiting for someone to answer.

Lorena turned to Klaus who raised his eyebrow waiting for her to answer, "Well, are we, love?"

Then Lorena realized that she’s the only one who should answer, "Okay. Yes, I guess we are."

・ • ・ • ・

[hibiscxs]

I finally have time to watch the new legacies episode so here we go

I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I STILL HATE CLEO’S FROG THING I HATE FROGS IM SORRY

But other than that frog monstrosity this opening scene is super promising

"You're not Hannibal Lecter. You're the lamb. " ASDGFJ HOPE IS MY FAVE

And yes Aria plays the villain verrryyy well I'm so glad they gave us Malivore-possessed Landon

He didn't pull off that "hello Clarice" that well tho

I can't believe I'm getting excited over legacies again pls don't make me a clown again

Wait what am I forgetting when did hope go into Malivore a second time

Wait nvm I remember

Am I the only one who is so tired of literally only Hope caring that Landon is still in Malivore??? Or do they all really think he's dead??? Landon literally has no one except Hope and it's sad and I hate that it ALSO makes Hope look obsessed

Idg what the head dive is going to do but

Uh is the gray eyes thing the standard for vampiric head dives now bc I thought that was just a Necromancer thing

Ohhh Hope was in on it

So is being in Malivore’s subconscious the same as being in Malivore now???

This show’s going to end with Kaleb as the new headmaster lmao I just know it

ARE WE FINALLY GETTING KALEB’S BACKSTORY YES PLEASE

Okay ik the twins often siphon random parts of the school and it's probs a barrier or boundary spell or smth but won't that source ever run out???

Cleo's scene with her sisters is so heartwarming BUT IT’S NOT REAL IM SO SAD

Ohhh damn KALEB’S BACKSTORY

I've been missing how the TVD and TO vampires were actually dangerous so yeah this is great

Josie and Finch are like disgustingly cute

In a good way

They're finally bringing up the Merge

This scene with Kaleb and Ric when Kaleb’s going all vampy is so cheesy

IS THIS THE REAL LANDON PLEASE

The ironic part is that finding Cleo didn't work but it’s Landon saving the day. LANDON DESERVES BETTER FRIENDS

Y'know when I first started watching legacies I didn't care much for Landon but now he makes me feel

"How long have I been gone?” THIS POOR BOY YOU WERE ALL ALONE

Can they just not... Physically separate them from MaliLandon to break the psychic connection

"It's a chain spell so we can only draw magic from a person" THIS IS SO CONTRIVED. PLEASE AT LEAST BE SMOOTHER ABOUT IT WRITERS

Hope, just give MG your blood. Ik he's not actually dying and that this is just a symbolic choice but just do it

Literally no one else on this show has looked in pain when being siphoned except for when Lizzie purposefully desiccated MG, so where is this coming from??? Writers, can we please have some consistency

Oh, so BOTH hope and Landon are self sacrificial to the point of it being really sad and unhealthy huh

Landon's past abuse isn't talked about enough this boy has been through so much

Oh so is MG actually dying or is it like "if Hope goes, then Malivore will kill MG"?

Hope, you literally left Landon to get shot by the golden arrow when you saved the Saltzmans; do not be fucking manipulated (but yes obviously save MG)

I HATE THAT THEY COULDN’T TELL HER THIS SUCKS

Landon Kirby deserves the world

I actually forgot that Hope and MG were kinda not friends at this point. Now this weird side story with them makes sense even if the logic is just.... no

Hope must hate her name bc of all the puns lmfao

Alaric, pls stop giving your student alcohol. Kaleb isn't Damon

I loved TVD Alaric, but Legacies pls fire Matt Davis

Ohhh is this fear of Josie's stemming from Penelope leaving?

GET CLEO OUT OF THERE POOR BABY

Aria and Okoye have great on-screen chemistry

WHAT DID SHE INSPIRE WHAT WAS IT

Legacies is about friendship lmao

Final Thoughts:

I more or less liked this episode, although I think the season 1 and season 2 premieres were stronger. This one definitely beats out season 3′s premiere tho, which is a fairer comparison since both these episodes weren’t meant to be season premieres at all

I loved Landon in this episode. The boy makes me so sad. And Aria as Malivore is still EVERYTHING. But I am SO mad that Kaleb and Ric don’t immediately say that they won’t let Landon sacrifice himself??? Was Raf really the only person besides hope who actually cared about Landon???

I hope Cleo gets her own plot line this season now that her “surprise, I’m the villain” plot line is over. I’d hate to see her just be used as a plot device for “inspiration”

And while I just did praise Aria as Malivore and I do think Malivore is now a stronger villain that he was before, I do kind of think his reason for keeping Cleo prisoner is just. So goofy. When witches were kept for their powers by antagonists in TVD and TO, it was because it gave the antagonist an edge with like prophecies or magical skill. Malivore’s keeping Cleo around in hope she’ll give him a good idea LMFAO

The turning point for Finsie’s story in this episode was so cheesy and badly done. But in the end, I do like how they tied this back to Josie being scared Finch would get overwhelmed with the knowledge that Josie and Lizzie would have to do the Merge and leave her like Penelope did

Really really hated whatever point the writers were trying to get across with Hope this episode. They’re really going to continue to shame her for her reaction to Landon dying in her arms after they had sex for the first time. They have Hope come to this “realization” that she purposefully puts other peoples lives at risk for Landon when that was never the case. She saved MG even after he killed Landon (because she was never like that, even then she understood what was right, it was her who got Raf to see understand it too), she chose to kill herself for everyone (not just Landon) instead of letting someone else get hurt, she chose the Saltzmans over Landon (choosing to let him die) and only lucked out bc Dorian found a loophole with the compulsion. And I’ll say it again, 3x08 was not Hope trying to kill the twins to get Landon back. She was reckless, she was arrogant, she was stupid for thinking the monsters wouldn’t be a threat, but it was the dark magic that literally no one remembered too that was actually dangerous to the twins. And I hate that the crux of this story in 4x01 is Hope and MG back in that memory and Hope having to choose between letting MG die or being with Landon, and that the writers actually have her consider it. In the memory that they’re in, Hope saves MG! That’s what happened! No hesitation! It was Raf who wanted to hurt him, it was Kaleb who doubted she would do it (btw, there’s Plec’s insidious racism again). And let’s not forget that the “feud” between Hope and MG wasn’t even about Hope choosing between the two. It was started bc MG hid the ascendant and decided to let Landon rot in the prison world. It makes me so frustrated everyone except Hope has given up on saving Landon and that the writers don’t ever make that out to be a bad thing and instead make Hope look inconsiderate and selfish for not wanting to let Landon die!

Anyway

Pretty okay episode

I think I saw Clarke in the preview for the 4x02? Hopefully I get to watch it soon after it comes out. Just started a new job so

Conclusion: Landon Kirby deserves the world

[thegiftedoneishere]

Alright here we go: Legacies 3x01

- They already messing with my heart. Raf looking at Hope

- I hate everything about the necromancer.

- Fuck Alaric and Matt Davis.

- Alyssa with the truth bombs. Although it’s her fault too.

- So we’re supposed to feel sorry for Josie after she done terrorized everyone. Anyway...

- Why Chad sound just like him lol. I have such a love/hate relationship with this show.

- I’m still not impressed with Landon...he’s just eh to me.

- I’m not feeling this possible Mizzie. Can they just be friends?

- Lizzie is funny though

- The effects are better this season.

- Not enough Hope Mikaelson for me in this episode.

- Them Salvatore kids ain’t shit.

- Kaleb funny as shit.

- I hate that Rafael is so willing to sacrifice for Landon. A Julie Plec special as the black characters always sacrifice for the white ones. Fuck Julie Plec too.

- Alaric spending time with Hope and not his kids...surprise

- So the dudes just gonna stand by and let the girls sacrifice...typical.

- MG is such a cutie. Nimue is hilarious and so unhelpful.

- If Landon is in Rafael... I can’t...if this is true this some bullshit

- Booo to Handon. He pose to be a prince, fuck outta here

- Awww they having a moment next to the fire. Damn it...I might be changing my feelings on them.

- Danielle Rose Russell is a cutie

- Bitch is he really a king!!!!!

- And just like that they done killed me excitment. They take Rafael from me, again...boy...I tell ya.

[killiansprincss]

Two Victims of Bad Form

Okay so this fic is inspired by this post I made last week and it blew up and I had a few requests to write it, so here it is!! I really hope you enjoy it!! 

link to A03

Tagging: @the-darkdragonfly​ @elizabeethan​ @superchocovian​ @lostintheskyfaraway​ @pirateprincessofpizza​

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Liam Jones was used to The Underworld. He hadn’t yet had a run in with Hades and it wasn’t too bad of an afterlife. He didn’t try to keep track of his time here, it was a waste. While he did wonder when he would see his brother again, he only wished he was living a long and happy life.

Liam does wonder what he is up to and what happened when they returned to their home kingdom. Killian was Captain of the Navy now, would he go in front of the King and reveal the true nature of that awful plant, and become a hero?

But had he also found happiness? As a navymen Liam can’t lie and say the female sex didn’t find ways to converse with them and Killian would often become flustered, not knowing the correct and best way to talk to them, as a men of the King there were expectations. But he had hoped there was a special female who he had found happiness with.

But his life-or-afterlife was pretty good. It wasn't great at first though. Accepting the fact you are dead was not something Liam was able to accept straight away, he kept playing his last moments over and over again, and wishing he could go back and stop himself from scratching the dreamshade on his arm. It was a foolish and rash decision which every day he regrets. He fell victim to bad form quickly. The Underworld was a strange town but the wide variety of alcohol was one thing he liked.

There was a bar that Liam would go to every day and the Rum was far spicier than the one he had become accustomed to in the Enchanted Forest, and it was stronger too. Apparently being dead knocks out your tolerance for alcohol. He was a mess. He grieved for his own life, all the things he planned to do and see, and he grieved for his little brother and how now he was all alone.

The owner of the bar, Alaric, was a former King of a long forgotten kingdom. He wasn’t the kindest or most understanding King in his former life, so in the Underworld Alaric devoted his time to helping others, and he helped Liam come to terms with the fact that while he was dead, it was not the worst thing in the world.

“If your mother is here, her gravestone will be up. If she’s in a better place it will have fallen, but a crack will appear if that is not the case.” Those were the last words Alaric said to Liam before he found peace.It was the one thing Liam wanted to know.

Finding out his mother’s fate was a high priority for Liam, he hoped she were in a better place and they would be reunited once Killian arrived in years to come. He hoped she could be proud of her two boys. He doesn’t know what he would do if she were in a worse place.

And there it was. A grave marked “Alice Jones”

Liam smiles. It had fallen over. She was in a better place.

Knowing his mother was in a better place, at peace likely, was all Liam needed to get on with his life in the afterlife.

Alaric was the first person Liam felt like he could speak to and open up to. And it felt good. He wanted to do the same for other people.

So Liam takes over and starts working at the Bar, working his way through the ranks until he eventually becomes manager and owner, well nobody is really an owner of any property in the Underworld, but in every sense the bar was his. He becomes to other people what Alaric was to him. Letting them grieve and come to terms with their own passing and potentially their unfinished business.

Every day he’s at the bar, he hopes his little brother will walk through the doors and they can be together again. Deal with their unfinished business and find peace together. But every day he doesn’t. And as much as it hurts not seeing him, it’s a good thing.

Every day Killian doesn’t walk through his doors is another day he is on Earth living his life. Maybe he's married to a Princess and is the greatest Captain the Royal Navy has seen in centuries. Just maybe.

These dreams keep Liam positive, until one day.

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It started out like any normal day in the Underworld, Liam would wake, go for a morning run before his shift at the bar. It wasn’t too busy, a few regulars who would sit quietly on the other side to where he was working. Until a woman came in who he hadn’t seen before. She was beautiful, with strong bone structure and dark curls that accentuated her face. But she didn’t look in the best state. A new arrival to the Underworld Liam guesses, he’s seen that scared face all too many times.

“I need something strong.” is all she says as she sits on the bar stool to steady herself.

Liam nods as he reaches around for the strongest whiskey they stock and pours it into a frosted glass. This was a much nicer way of serving alcohol, he assumed this was how royals drank, vastly different to the dirty taverns he and Killian drank in.

“How did I end up here?” She sighs as she takes the glass in her hands.

“Well, this is the Underworld, therefore I’d say to end up here means you died. Sorry to be the one to break the news.” Liam says with a sarcastic smile.

She looks up from her glass, clearly not amused by the sarcasm, and Liam can see the pain in her green eyes. “It gets easier, I promise you that.”

“I was murdered.” She finally says. “How am I expected to feel better?”

It was an unfortunate fact that a lot of people ended up in the Underworld due to falling victim to murder.

“Well, I died because of my own stubbornness, left behind my little brother who is all on his own. It takes time to accept these facts, not saying it gets easier right away but you’ll get there in time.”

“I left my son behind with his horrible father. I am a horrible person.” She admits. “It wasn’t meant to be like this. I was going back for him and we would’ve been a family.”

Liam doesn’t say anything else, so he pours her another shot of whiskey and lets her sit there until she eventually leaves. This was her journey and Liam didn’t want to probe into open wounds. And if anyone knew anything about being left with a horrible father it was Liam. He hoped the poor lad ended up on a better path.

But the next day she comes back. “So that whiskey was really good yesterday. Got anything else?”

Liam smiles as he grabs the spicy rum he’s grown accustomed to drinking on days where he needs to drown his sorrows. “My bar is always here if you need a drink or a chat. Names Liam.”

The dark haired beauty takes the glass from Liam and takes a sip, “Milah. Have we met before? You look awfully familiar.”

Liam studies Milah for a second, her green eyes and dark curls don’t ring a bell, and he was normally good with faces. “Can’t say that I have, unless you’ve been dead longer than you think.”

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Milah comes in almost every day for a few weeks before she starts to open up. Liam doesn’t pry, he serves her a drink while she ponders her afterlife.

“My ex husband killed me.” She tells Liam one day. Liam didn’t try to force her to say anything which she appreciates, so she doesn’t mind telling him her story.

Of all the things Milah could’ve said about her murderer, Liam was not expecting that. “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you mind me asking why?”

Milah takes another sip before saying, “I ran away. To be with my lover. He was angry that I left my son behind, but he was just a boy and the high seas are dangerous. I was going to come back for him when he was older. After I ran, my ex husband got hungry for power and revenge so he found a way to become the Dark One, and sure enough he got his revenge on me. Rumple ripped out my heart and called me a bad mother, which I hate to admit he was right.”

“I don’t think you were a bad mother.” Liam tells her. “Sure you could have handled your situation differently, but it sounds like you never forgot about your son and the fact you wanted to go back for him speaks volumes. You mention the high seas, was your lover in the Navy?”

Milah laughs. “Oh no, far from it actually. He was a Pirate Captain and I guess I was also a Pirate. We weren’t bad people, I assure you that, but Baelfire was far too young to understand anything.”

Liam gives her a disapproving look which Milah catches. “Don’t look at me like that. We both ended up in the same place. Don't tell me you were in the Navy.”

Liam just nods. “Naval Captain. Died on a mission the King sent us on. My little brother tried to save me but it was poison and it went straight to my heart.”

“Well I’ll cheers to that.” Milah says, raising her glass.

A few days later Milah is telling her story again, and giving more details about how bad her life was at home with her husband. “He took my choice away from me to have a second child. Baelfire was sick, and he was too much of a coward to steal the medicine to save his life. Rumple made a deal instead that this man would take our second born in exchange, so I could never have a second child.”

“You’ll get to face him again one day, when he arrives down here and you can tell him what a coward he was.” Liam felt horrible for Milah, she was a victim of another man's bad form and it ruined her life and led to her destruction.

“One can only hope. Anyway, it was that night I met Killian and everything changed.”

Liam freezes, he hadn’t heard that name come out of another mouth since he died. Milah notices, “are you okay?”

“Sorry. Killian was my little brother's name, I haven't heard it since, and it brought back memories. Sorry, continue with your story.”

“So he tells me he’s a Pirate, and he’s captain of the fastest ship in all the realm and he can take me anywhere I wish.”

Killian. It’s a common name surely. Fastest Ship in all the realm, Liam is sure a lot of Pirates say this. But just to be sure. “What was his name? Captain who? We came across Pirates in my Naval days, I’d be interested to know who he is.”

“Jones. Captain Killian Jones.”

Liam freezes and his vision suddenly becomes blurry.

No. It couldn’t be. His little brother, his trusted Lieutenant, a Pirate. No, not just a Pirate, but apparently the most ‘fearsome in the land.’ “I believe you’re talking about my little brother. Only when I died he was Lieutenant Jones of the King's Royal Navy.”

Milah’s eyes widened, “That’s why you look so familiar, you have his eyes.” Tears began to form thinking about what she had heard and what Killian had mentioned about his brother. “Something called Nightshade, it poisoned you, but the King wanted it for his army. Killed you as soon as you left the Island.”

Liam smiles, Killian had told someone about him. “The poison was called Dreamshade. I didn’t want to bore you with details of my death but I guess it relates. We didn’t know that it was a poison, and assumed it was a simple herb or plant used to heal our warriors. It was a strange island, there was this boy no older than 15, he told us it was deadly. Course I didn’t believe the kid so I cut myself with the plant. One thing led to another and I died because the water I drank which healed it wore off as soon as we were back in the Enchanted Forest.”

“I’m so sorry Liam. Killian spoke of his brother, of you. I didn’t put two and two together.” She felt horrible that she had been speaking about Killian not knowing his blood and flesh was right in front of her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not angry at you-how were you to know. I’m a little disappointed in my brother though, as soon as he became a Navy Man he stopped drinking and always believed in good form, Pirates were the epitome of bad form.”

Milah shakes her head. “No stop that. You don’t know what your death did to him. He told me the reason he became a pirate is because how could a King send his best men on a mission that had such dark consequences, he would never serve under the rule of such a cruel man. He would not let you become a victim of the King, he didn’t want the man who sent him there to die and speak crap about what a fine captain he was and what a tragic accident it was.”

“So you’re saying he became a Pirate because of me?” Liam was having a hard time understanding how the most noble man he knew would live a life like that when they had worked so hard for their position.

“I met Killian only  a few years ago, and by then he had made a name for himself in the lands. But once I got to know him, I understood he was a broken man who drank away his sorrows. He mentioned you to me but he mainly buried what happened to you inside, bottling up his emotions so he seemed hard-faced and scary to others. But not to me.” She explains. “He idolizes you, always believing you were the best man he ever knew and how could he ever live up to that. But it was the anger over what happened to you which forced him into the situation he was in, he made a statement as the King had to scramble to find a new Navy and a new ship.”

Liam smiles at the thoughts of their so-called great King realising his navy men were now a band of Pirates and convincing the people it was fine and explaining to trade leaders why he needed a new ship and a brand new legion. “Our terrible King paid a dear price for his wicked plans, I guess it’s what they call karma.”

“We were happy, Killian and I. He was happy, his men commented they hadn’t seen him like that since you died.” Milah tells Liam. That’s all she would want to know about Bae, if he was happy.

“I’m glad he was able to move on and find love. And I’m just sad it didn’t last.”

“He will be happy again. It’ll take time but I’m sure he can find what he has with me with someone else.” Milah wasn’t cruel, she wants Killian to find love again someday with someone special- he doesn’t deserve to be alone forever.

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While Milah stops coming to the bar every day, they still keep in touch and give each other updates if someone new arrives who knows Killian.

“Captain Liam. What a sight for sore eyes you are!” Miller, a former crewmate of Liam and Killian arrives one day, explains he was killed by someone called a Lost Boy, another Pirate. “Your brother is a fine captain, Hook may be a Pirate but you’d be proud of him.”

“Hook?” Liam asks.

Miller looks confused for a second before realising, “Oh I forgot he got the hook after you died!”

Turns out the Dark One cut off Killian’s hand and in Pirate fashion he replaced it with a hook, so now he’s ‘Captain Hook.’ Well at least he now knew to listen out for Captain Hook when new arrivals came.

And sure enough this worked out, though he wasn’t fond of some of the stories he heard.

“Did you hear there will be a curse?” Milah says to Liam one day.

Liam shakes his head, he doesn't like to hear too much of what is going on up there, he’s only interested in his brother.

“There’s an evil witch or someone who is planning on cursing everyone in the Enchanted Forest and placing them in her own personal hell.” Milah explains, she leaves out the rumours her ex husband is involved. “They say they will be frozen in time for 28 years until a saviour comes.”

“28 years? That means-“

Milah finishes his thoughts, “28 years frozen in time means nobody comes down here and we are in the dark about Killian.”

Liam sighs, it had been a few hundred years in the world upstairs, and they had learnt Killian was in Neverland, a place where nobody ages. But they had learnt so much about him and were hoping to find out more, but this curse was a setback.

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They know the curse has broken when people start entering the Underworld. Also turns out the town where the curse put them was based off the Underworld.

At first they don’t hear much about Killian, or “Hook”. Until one day.

“They took the Saviour’s son. Hook lent his ship to the Hero’s, they’re going after them.”

Not too long after, a face Liam would recognise anywhere shows up. The boy who led them to the dreamshade. And he is joined by the Dark One himself.

“I’m not ready to face him.” Milah tells Liam.

“It’s okay, he’s the only one who knows about my brother. I shall keep your name out of it.”

“Well if it isn’t the one handed Pirate’s brother.” The Dark One says when he enters the pawn shop, which he apparently owns in the cursed land. He’d never met the man before, but supposedly he was all knowing.

“You’re the only person who can tell me about my brother. Please I mean no threat.”  It wasn’t his place to defend Milah, he also did not wish to anger the Dark One.

The Dark One sighs. “I met your brother when he was a Pirate and I was a man with no power. He beat me in a duel when I was still powerless, so it was an unfair advantage. Many years later we met again and I cut off his hand as I thought that’s where a magic bean was but alas he tricked me. The Pirate hid in Neverland for a couple hundred years to get revenge. But I will say your brother has changed while in Storybrooke, he’s in love with the Saviour who hasn’t quite admitted she feels the same just yet. But he’s changed his tune, he may be a Pirate but he’s working on being a hero.”

Liam smiles, his little brother has found love? And a hero. This woman he was in love with- a saviour, the one who was destined to break the curse? Not admitting her feelings for him, sounds like the perfect match for the ‘womaniser’ that he had rumoured to be.

“He’s on the side of the heros.” He tells Milah that night at the bar when she was sure she was not going to run into her ex.

“You’re not serious?” Milah couldn’t believe it, Killian was working on the good side?

“Dark one confirmed it himself. He also, um,” Liam begins to tell her about how he found love, but isn’t sure how she would take to it.

“What? What is it” Milah can tell he’s hesitating, not wanting to tell her something, wait. “He’s found someone-hasn't he?”

Liam nods.

Milah lets out a soft laugh, “It’s okay that he found love again. I’m not so daft to wait 500 years for him to return. Killian is not my unfinished business, my son is. Tell me about the woman he’s found.”

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And so Liam wonders about this woman his little brother had fallen in love with. He imagines she’s strong and feisty, like he remembers his mother was, and doesn’t put up with his brother's cockiness he inherited from their father.

Killian was always destined for great things and it sounds like he is finally on the path for this greatness. He tries to listen out for little things here and there when new people start arriving, but he wants to hear it himself when he eventually does see his brother again. Although he hopes it won’t be for a very long time, he wants to hear how his brother fell in love and started a family, giving his kids a better childhood than the two of them had.

But unfortunately one day, sooner than expected, he does overhear

“Captain Hook is here.”

He arrives at the blue house by the water, it’s grand and beautiful. Knocking at the door was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but a blonde woman dressed in white opens the door, this must be the saviour.

He doesn’t know what he will say to her, does he say thank you for being the woman his brother needs? Or does he just introduce himself and hope Killian isn’t too far away.

“Hi can I-“ she begins, but that’s when he sees him standing behind her,

“Killian!” 300 years of waiting, looking a lot older and dressed in modern black leather, his little brother was finally here.

[zodiyack]

Snapping Is Over Rated

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Female!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers?, swearing, angst, mention of murder, mention of the humanity switch being flipped

Words: 1,635

Summary: It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

It wasn’t long before Y/n discovered what her brothers were hiding. In fact, it was hiding that led to her putting two and two together. A poorly hid white oak stake and two very suspicious brothers, my my, what could be the problem?

She knew that they only hid it from her due to her romance with one of the Mikaelsons.

Kol was, like his older half-brother, a little off the walls. Nevertheless, he remained loyal and loving. Their relationship had shown her a good side of vampirism, as well as convinced him that life still had meaning even if he wasn’t a witch anymore.

But, if her brothers went through with their plan, neither of them would have that anymore. So she went out to put a large red stop-sign in the middle of their little plot.

“Gah!” Damon hissed as his younger sister sped in front of him, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Home. Where the hell are you going?” Y/n spat back. She grinned when Damon sighed after studying her for a few moments.

“Uhhh...the Grill.”

“Ah... But, dear brother, the Grill is in the other direction.” Her smile grew wider with the feeling of success. “So, tell me, where are you going? And, please- the truth this time, if you will?”

Stefan walked up behind Damon, turning himself in as he knew they’d been caught. “Damn it. Curse our sister and her inhuman intellect.”

“Don’t curse me for my brains, curse that bitch of a vampire that turned you two as well. Had you not engaged in her games, we’d all be dead and happy in our graves.”

“You could just stake yourself or walk into the sun, ya know?” Damon chuckled teasingly but stopped quickly upon his sister’s dead glare.

“Yes, of that, I am aware. However, you two are also aware of my boyfriend...” She glanced at the bag in Stefan’s hand, somehow already having a terribly accurate guess of what it’s contents were, “A little too aware.”

Stefan sighed, “I mean, yeah. He’s a Mikaelson, Y/n/n-”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t go through with it! Please...Damon?” Her older brother raised his hands in front of his chest, telling her to leave him out of it with a simple sympathy smirk and squint of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously? Have I ever tried to kill one of your girlfriends?”

The brothers thought for a moment before shaking their heads. Stefan looked down to the bag of stakes and back up to his sister, holding the same sympathetic expression as Damon. “I’m sorry. But, Klaus has to die. They all do.”

“No! Kol doesn’t!”

“He attacked Matt, Y/n!” Damon wasn’t one to care for most mortals, but Elena and Matt had been targets of some of the Mikaelsons for a bit of time, and he did end up growing a little closer to the group of abnormal friends, so he made an exception. Unfortunately, he was only willing to let that exception go so far.

“And? You attacked Bonnie! And Jeremy! Let’s not forget Alaric. My point is, we all make mistakes!”

“We all make mistakes, yet Kol has made over a thousand years worth of those without even apologizing. I’ve apologized...for most of them...” Stefan side-glared Damon, whom responded with a jab to Stefan’s side with his elbow. “And, well, my point is that he’s an original who’s just as bad as the other originals. We have a chance to kill the worst of them all, and you can’t stop us.”

She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Usually, family went first, but they were ever so willing to destroy her happiness- to destroy her first ever romance- that she didn’t really care for the usual anymore.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. But, if that’s how you guys wanna play,” the veins under her eyes began to darken and her e/c orbs turned red, “then lets play.”

“Wherever is your little play-thing, brother?” Klaus’ voice rang through the phone. Kol only chuckled in response, continuing to watch as Jeremy failed painfully at baseball. “I take it she has yet to arrive?”

“Well, for one, brother, she’s not my play-thing. She’s my girlfriend.” A sincere look of love washed over Kol’s features; his undead heart skipped a beat just thinking about her. “And secondly, I suppose she is rather late.”

“Would you like me to resort to plan two? I can always threaten the witch’s little boyfriend some more. Perhaps get her to do a tracking spell?”

He thought for a moment, debating his options and the situation before licking his lips and nodding. “Plan two it is. See you later, Nik.”

“Until next time, Kol.”

“Shit!” Damon yelped as he dodged a plate that flew over his head. The house had been turned upside down and wrecked in a fit of rage. Just as her brother once had, Y/n had flipped the switch.

Although flipping the switch sounds like something you’d do in a state of pain, Y/n did it in, like mentioned, a fit of rage. In result, it was more like she’d snapped than flipped a switch.

Stefan, hiding with his back against a flipped over couch, attempted to make hand motions to Damon; a wordless code. Sadly, Damon was not in the best state of mind to register the meaning of Stefan’s odd finger movements.

“What?” He whisper-yelled as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, okay, can we continue this later? We kinda have a very deadly and very very angry sister trying to kill-” Damon rolled over, dodging a knife that had come out of the other side of the table due to it being thrown so harshly, “...us.”

“Damn it Damon- I was trying to get us to go,” He pointed towards the door, “in that direction!”

“I can hear you, you know!” Plate after plate hit the wall in front of them.

“On three?” Damon nodded. They began counting quietly in unison until they got to three. From there, they made a break for the front door and to Elena’s house, where they picked the doppelganger up and headed for Matt’s house. Luckily, Matt had never brought anyone from the group to his house aside from Elena and Caroline. He answered the door and let the three in quickly, looking around before shutting and locking it.

“No- you idiot- she can’t get in. There’s no point in locking it.” Damon groaned from the couch.

“Be nice.”

He bitterly responded to Elena’s demand with a fake smile and an obviously sarcastic tone. “Yes, milady.”

“So uh...” Of course Matt hadn’t been informed as to why the three were hiding in his home. “What happened?”

“Oh, ya know, the usual.” The sarcasm in Damon’s voice held thick as ever, “Pissed off my sister by telling her we’re going to kill the originals, as in all of them- including her boy-toy.”

“You did what-”

“Oops. Sorry Elena. I might’ve forgotten to add the part about pissing her off...which reminds me of the most important detail...” He smiled toothily with faux remorse.

The two humans blinked at the dark haired vampire, staring blankly as they waited for the detail he’d spoken of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell them, Stefan cleared his throat and redirected their attention to him. “She flipped her switch.”

“Flipped her switch? Nah, screw the switch. It’s more like she ignored the switch and just plain old snapped.” Damon crossed his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up onto Matt’s coffee table.

He acted as if his sister was not going off the walls in anger. Or rather, he acted as if it was just a casual every day thing for the soft-spoken and caring sister of the Salvatore boys to go on a potential murder spree.

Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed before shoving his feet off the surface. She ignored the glare that burned into her skin and slapped Damon. The sound of her skin hitting his made the other two in the room flinch; it was clear that she did not approve of his choices in the slightest.

“You’re fixing your sister. S-”

“What!? That’s not f-”

“Stefan, and I will go stake the originals. Understood?” Damon huffed and ignored Elena. “Understood?” She repeated herself with a harsher tone before Damon sighed and nodded.

“Yeah yeah, understood.”

Finn was dead. And the other four still breathed the air of the living world. The link had been broken, and they’d failed.

Damon had been kidnapped by Rebekah, therefore failing to stall, as well as fix, his little sister. What he didn’t know, was that Rebekah had contacted Y/n as soon as possible, informing her on the details of her brother’s murder and the older Salvatore’s location.

She sent Stefan to pick up Damon with a disguised note, preventing him from knowing that it had been her to hint to him his brother’s location. After saying goodbye wordlessly from the shadows, she smiled to herself and ran as fast as possible to Kol.

The youngest Mikaelson chuckled as the female Salvatore knocked him off his feet and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I see you’ve recovered from your snap? Nik told me how you flipped your switch.” His arms held her tightly against his own form. They relished in the feeling of one another, the knowledge that both were safe and together again.

“Snapping is over rated.” She smiled wider against his skin, causing a matching smirk to grace his face.

“You were faking?”

“Yep. Anything to be with you again... But, just to be safe, don’t tell my brothers.”

His chest heaved with hearty laughter, “Whatever you want, love.”

[ambitionzzzz]

Of Convenience

Chapter 3- Tension

Warnings: Cursing, arguing,

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This was the infamous Mary MacDonald? You shook her hand, “I’m Y/n.”

“Oh… You’re… Remus’s girlfriend,” She looked a little taken aback.

“Yeah, I am,” You looked at the boy beside you to see his cheeks flushed as he looked anywhere but you.

“It’s a… Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” 

The tension was thick. And it was awkward.  “I invited her,” You looked over to Marlene smirking at you.

“Oh…” You knew what she was playing at. “That was nice.”

She hummed in response. Apparently it was too awkward for James because he suddenly started laughing. Everyone looked at him and he stopped. 

Remus cleared his throat, “So-”

“Have you guys been dating long?” Mary asked you.

“Two months… Gonna be three on the third of January.”

“Ah…” She took a sip from the mug, “Do you see it lasting?” Sirius started choking.

“Excuse me?”

“That was rude, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, it was,” You felt Remus tap your hand, you looked at him and he mouthed ‘relax’. You looked incredulous. You scoffed and got up from your seat, “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Lily asked.

“To get a drink.”

“What can I get ya?” The girl behind the bar asked.

“Can I get a butterbeer?”

She sucked her teeth, “I’m gonna have to see some ID.”

“Can I get water then?”

“Comin’ right up,” She turned her back to you as she got a glass. You watched from the corner of your eye as someone sat down next to you. 

“You okay?”

Lily. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You comin’ back to the table?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I’ll be right there,” She placed a hand on your shoulder before leaving. The bartender placed the water in front of you and you thanked her. Two minutes later, the seat next to you was once again occupied, “Lily, I’m coming now.”

“Who’s Lily?”

You looked at the man who took the seat, “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine,” Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes watched you from the table you previously sat at. 

“It’s all good,” He smirked. “I like that jacket on you, you look good.”

“Thanks, it’s my boyfriends,” You got up and turned to head back to the table. His hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back. 

“C’mon, stay a little longer. We were just talking.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested,” You swallowed, suddenly feeling hot. “Please let go.”

“Sit down, and we’ll talk.”

You tried yanking your arm back but his grip was strong. “I believe she said to let her go, mate,” You looked up relief to find the eyes of

“James,” You let out a breath.

“What are you her boyfriend?” 

James straightened his back, towering over the man who held your arm. “You wanna test your luck?” The man reluctantly let go of your arm and stalked away. 

“Thank you,” James swung his arm over your shoulder, tucking you into him. 

“No need to thank me, love,” You looked at the table to see Mary in your seat talking to Remus. You had to remind yourself that you were in this ‘relationship’ to get them together. You swallowed your pride and stepped away from James’s embrace. 

“Here,” You said, shrugging off Remus’s jacket. “Give this to Remus, will you?”

James looked confused, “Why not give it to him yourself?”

“I just remembered I have, erm,” You thought of an excuse. “Potions homework due tomorrow,” He reluctantly took the jacket.

“Y/n,” He called.

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

“...Goodnight James,” You feigned a smile. “Tell everyone I’m terribly sorry for leaving early.”

“Wait-”

You left the Three Broomsticks with a heavy heart. When you reached the castle, you heard someone call your name. 

“Rem?-”

“Y/n!!”

“Oh!” You rushed over to help the fallen James. “Are you alright?”

He pushed up his glasses, “Peachy,” You extended your hand and he took it. “Thank you,” You pulled him up. 

“Why aren’t you with-”

“I see how you look at Mooney.”

“And how is it I look at him?”

“Like you like him.”

You looked at him, “Well, he is my boyfriend…”

“No, he’s not.”

Your heart pounded against your chest. “What are you talking about?”

“Mooney isn’t your boyfriend.”

“Yes he i-”

“Stop, now you’re just lying to yourself… Come, follow me…”’

James took you to the astronomy tower, there was a chill in the air when you reached the top. He sat down on the second to last step and you did the same. 

“He told us…”

“When?”

“Maybe, two days ago?” You purse your lips, nodding. 

“He makes me look like a fool.”

“Not on purpose,” You gave him a look. “Sorry… Listen… Mooney? He’s a good guy. But, he can be the most oblivious bloke there is.”

You rested your head in your hand, “If you’re implying that I fancy Remus, you’re wrong… I’m just helping a friend with a favor.”

James didn’t respond. Instead, he tapped his shoulder, you took the hint and rested your head against him. You don’t know how long the two of you held that position, but eventually your eyes began to drift shut. The sound of someone walking up the stairs behind you got you to sit up. You don’t know what you expected, but Remus holding Mary’s hand while they giggled like school girls was not one of them. 

“Mooney you idiot…”

“What the hell?” You stood up.

“Yeah, what the hell?” Remus looked between you and James.

“Yikes, your girlfriend is sleeping with your best friend?” Mary glared at you. 

You and Remus looked at the girl, simultaneously yelling “Stay out of this!”

“What are you doing here?” You raised your voice.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” He raised his voice in response.

“Apparently sleeping with your best friend,” You laughed out of spite.

“Don’t fuck around with me right now, Y/n,” He pointed at James. “Have you been seeing him behind my back?”

“Listen to what you’re saying right now, Rem.”

“Answer the question!”

“NO! Of course not! The fact that you even think I did-”

“What? Did I hurt your feelings?”

You sucked in a breath, swallowing a sob. You refused to let him see you cry, “Fuck you.”

“Mate, you need to calm down,” James suggested.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, mate.”

“He didn’t do anything, Remus!”

“Oh, you would defend him,” He narrowed his eyes. He spoke in such a condescending tone you almost felt guilty though you did nothing. He made you feel inferior.

“And that means what, exactly?... What does that mean, Remus?? You’re right, I would defend someone that quite literally has nothing to do with this… You still haven’t answered my question-”

“Which is what?”

“Why are you up here?”

He grabbed Mary’s hand, “What does it look like?”

“I-”

“Why are you getting your feelings hurt??? We’re not actually together-” His hand flew to his mouth as Mary gasped. 

“You guys were faking it?” Mary looked at you and laughed, “And you caught feelings??”

“I did not,” You defended yourself. “I got my feelings hurt because you,” You looked at Remus. “Are acting like a complete douche, and you think that by being an asshole makes you look so tough.”

“It makes me look so tough,” He turned away from you.

“Yeah. But it doesn’t, because you just end up looking like a dick.”

He turned back to you, “You done?... I have a guest.”

You scoffed, tears welling up in your eyes, “You disgust me,” You pushed your way through Remus and Mary. James followed you as you ran down the winding stairs. He called out your name, “Leave me alone, James!”

He decided to leave you be. You ran until your legs burned. You couldn’t go to your dorm, Marlene would just torment you. You thought and thought of somewhere you could go, and then it hit you… Molly Prewett. She might be with her boyfriend, Arthur Weasley, but she was the only one who could help you right now.

You knocked on the Gryffindor's dorm door. 

“One second!... Arthur stop... Comin’!” Molly opened the door with a smile, that is until she saw you. “Y/n? Dear, what happened?” She grabbed your bare arms, pulling you into the room. “You’re freezing!” She sat you down on what you assumed was her bed. “Arthur, go get some tea.”

“But-” Molly turned to him and gave him a stern look, “Yes, dear…” The both of you watched him leave, and it wasn’t until he fully closed the door did she turn back to you. 

“What happened?” She wrapped a blanket around you before getting on her knees and holding your hands in her warm ones. Just thinking about it, you teared up and your blood boiled. 

“Remus...Remus Lupin happened,” And so you explained everything to her. From the moment you met in the beginning of the year, to Alaric, to Lupin’s proposition. You didn’t want to cry when you spoke about what happened in the astronomy tower, but you did. She sat beside you on the bed, soothing you as you got everything off of your chest. “I think I liked him. But after tonight?” You sniffled, “I don’t know what to think.”

“You don’t have to think… Not tonight. Sleep here, okay?” You nodded, your body suddenly feeling weak. “I’ll tell you what you need to hear in the morning…”

“Thank you, Molly,” You laid back and she covered you. You closed your eyes, the last thing you heard was Arthur coming in with the tea.

“Aw, I went down there for nothing.”

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[uncleasad]

Some fascinating developments in 4x05.

First up, it wasn’t as terrible as I feared (and Finch didn’t annoy me); it was actually pretty good.

Can we talk about how Jenny Boyd killed it this episode? A lot of the time Lizzie gets relegated to snark and punchlines—which Jenny still serves spectacularly—or simply moving around in a manic-like state, but when she gets handed a weighty episode, it’s just stellar.

Lizzie’s moment with Josie after the head-dive with MG was a great reminder that for all the effort the twins have put in to growing into their own empowered individuals, it’s easy to fall back into those old patterns, and they still have work to do.

The conversation with Alaric was very solid—although apologies without any action afterwards are useless, particularly since I’m sure he’s made some of those promises before—but the confession that he was trying to parent Hope so that she would be able to protect his girls, and they her, was fascinating. It feels like a hand-waving retcon—not (solely/primarily) so she wouldn’t turn out to be her father’s daughter—but it ties in well to the fact (that the writers seem to forget far too often) that the Trio are the heart of the show—and the show works best when they do happen to remember. It also ties in to what we learned in 4x04 about Hope wanting to be part of the Forbes-Saltzman family and her desire for the three of them to be their own coven (revealed in 3x15), as well as the tree-planting scene in 4x04. So in that regard, it’s a retcon I’m not unhappy about.

Other tidbits: the daggers are only temporarily effective on a tribrid—not surprising, since she’s a tribrid and not solely an Original vampire. That should likewise mean the White Oak stakes shouldn’t be fully effective, either; sorry, Malivore! (no idea what they might do, though).

“Auntie Bex” is canon! Speaking of Auntie Bex, it was great to see Claire Holt/Rebekah back, although, honestly, most of her scenes with Hope felt like space-filler, right up until Hope handed over her necklaces—which she wouldn’t part with even for Peace for herself and her father just an episode ago—and abandoned her family and essentially blamed them for every bad thing that had ever happened to her (yet without, I think, mentioning how they’d essentially abandoned her after The Originals ended).

I do love Lizzie and her bizarre love triangle. MG and Ethan are bros—in the positive senses of the word—and shipped together by some in fandom, are both in love with Lizzie, and are still friends, and Lizzie clearly loves them both, in different ways/intensities. Seeing that 3-way hug makes me happy I had Dark Hope call them a throuple in You Couldn’t Even Bother To Check On Me? 😂

Speaking of Saltzman paramours, the show issued a hand-wavy mea culpa while at the same time reminding us that it predisposed us to dislike Finch last season (when it paired her introduction with Ethan’s intense dislike for her because of what happened in her relationship with Maya and then his warning to Josie about Finch due to that). (Also, Mystic Falls sure has a small wlw dating pool!)

It’s always thrilling when a show’s writers make the same choice you do (see above re: “Auntie Bex”)—even when it’s the Legacies writers 😂 Still, I found it absolutely fascinating to learn that Hope hadn’t flipped her switch herself; it just went off (like a trauma defense mechanism?). That was certainly how I read the “Malidon” death scene, as well as Hope’s line to Alaric in the square in 4x04, but they were definitely open to interpretation until 4x05. Of the three(?) possible options—Hope turning it off just before stabbing Landon, to enable her to actually stab him; Hope turning it off immediately after/upon stabbing Landon, as the emotions begin to hit; and it flipping automatically/subconsciously as she stabbed the boy—I expected one of the first two, not the third.

(Can you tell I’ve wanted my own fandom blog for a long time? Even if this is mostly about my fanfiction works and writing process, I do periodically have thoughts on the shows that are dying to be released in other-than-fiction formats. Even after all this time, I can’t completely turn off my academic brain, it seems 😂)

[dulcewrites]

So I was listening to Midnights from Taylor Swift and couldn’t stop realizing that it fits perfectly to fmo/djats au. Like the three main characters have songs that fits them so well, specially reader (I call her mother ‘cause she is always mothering). Also the album have the vibes of djats.

~Lavender haze - Reader and Alys at the same time ~Vigilante sh* - Alys (but also reader in the universe where she in her villain era and has her lick back) ~You’re on your own kid - Reader in her boss queen era 👑 ~Midnight Rain, Quiestion?, Bejeweled, Karma ~ Reader specially during and after the divorce ~Snow on the beach - Aemond & Alys while in the honeymoon phase of the relationship ~Maroon & Sweet nothin - Aemond and Reader (could picture Aemond dedicating songs like these to reader when his grovelling for forgiveness and wanting her back) Also I feel like at some point in her teenager time Daella would write a song about all this mess, specially after knowing of the cheating; like I imagine her singing emails I can’t send (from Sabrina Carpenter) to her dad.

As much as I love this mess of a family it really is missing baby Alaric, like as if all of the situation was not messy enough… boom! Here comes a new baby. I can’t imagine how the media and the general public would react to reader in her best moment as a professional showing all of the sudden with a baby bump (from their Friday night because yes just pulling out is not a great pregnancy prevention method) and then it’s revealed that Aemond it’s once again the baby daddy; or in the universe where she gets her lick back and it backfires on her with a surprise baby .

Aemond would use the new baby as his excuse to be all the time around reader; like he would sneakily star moving back to her house with the excuse of the newborn 👶 or as a drama queen bought them a brand new house.

This would be Aemond in the djats universe after sleeping again with reader (specially if he got her pregnant…again):

Sorry for the long text I just love your writing so much ❤️

No problem, I love detailed asks. I feel like Taylor is the artist I get the most when people talk about fmo. Ngl I don’t interact with her music much but if people think of my work while interacting with other media, I think I’m doing something right. Also yes to emails I can’t send.

This compelled me to do a little something about pregnant (with alaric) reader. Though it’s messy, I like of like the idea bc Aemond is present. Very different from what we get in original recipe fmo when she’s pregnant with alaric. Also slight mention of quinton bc some of y’all have asked about their relationship post divorce.

This works a bit more in the context of the Friday night hookup (post divorce, and therapy) but I think it could work for both scenarios

What to Expect….

You woke up in the middle of the night to back pain, and an empty bed.

When you go into the kitchen, you find Aemond sitting at the table with a glass of water in front of him. The single sink light illumating him from the back.

“Couldn’t sleep either,” his voice is soft, and the smile on his face is tired.

You nod softly. “Your son won’t stop moving around.”

His smile grows at the mention of son. It matches the excitement that flashed over his face when the two of you found out you would be having a boy.

Despite being a mom for years now, you find yourself more scared for this pregnancy than you were with Daella. You are in the same place - with Aemond, in the apartment, worried for the future. But everything feels slight off kilter.

Aemond moved back in a week ago. He was happy, Daella was thrilled, but it all happened so suddenly. You always wanted another child, and now you have him. It should be a positive occasion but you can’t help but be scared.

Scared you will end up be hurt again. This time with two kids to worry about. You felt like you have moved forward just find yourself facing the same fears.

“Aegon told me that he gives us permission to use his name.”

You laugh. “That is very kind of him.”

Though Aegon is a Targaryen family name, you have no interest in naming your son it. You bit your lip. Aemond seems in a good mood; if there is any time to bring it up, it is now.

“I think I have a good contender for a name.” Aemond gives you a curious look. “Alaric.”

He nods softly, thinking. “Alaric,” he repeats. “I like it. Any special meaning behind it?”

You pause for a second.

“Ummm actually Quinton told a story about his first music teacher. The one who got him playing the drums. His name was Alaric. I don’t know; the name sort of stuck with me since.”

It felt disengenuous and hypocritical to have another child with Aemond, mends things with Helaena and Aegon, but not try to do the same with Quinton. You wait for Aemond to make a snide remark about Quinton. But all he does is stare at you before reaching over and grabbing your hand.

“We will put it on the list,” he squeezes your hand softly.

He means the list of baby names you two had narrowed down. You two share shy smiles.

You don’t know if things will be different this time with Aemond, but you have fallen once before. What is one more time?