#February2021promptchallenge

[alwaysfangirlingish]

Title: I’m a monster

Word count: 936

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Summary: You were Elijah's partner, you used to be a witch, but recently you were turned into a vampire by him. The truth is, you never liked the way the hybrid treated your boyfriend, so one day you faced Klaus and that ended in him wanting to take revenge for the hurtful things you said to him: He compelled you to make you turn off your humanity and forced you to murder your witch friends, who were conveniently people he wanted to get rid of.

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, blood, panic attack.

PD: Si alguno de ustedes es de Argentina y les gustó el fic, y quieren apoyarme un poco, acá les dejo mi cafecito link: kolwithaheart <3 gracias¡!

A/N: This is my #February2021promptchallenge!! (Challenge created by my lovely mutual @hellotvshowtrash ) This was supposed to be a fluffy prompt and I made this more angsty than I expected lmao.

I also wanna thank my beautiful @mikaelson-emma for being my beta reader, for all her support and kind words 💖

Tag list: @theseuscmander​

(this gif isn’t mine)

The hot water fell on my skin, sliding down my body until it finally fell to the floor stained red, only to be swallowed down the drain. My hands slowly moved up my neck, arms, and torso under the shower. The silence in the bathroom was tearing me up inside, making me want to scream and throw everything around me. However, I was crying silently, cleansing my body of the blood that had stained it, while my heart seemed to want to leave my chest. My eyes remained closed, although the tears kept coming from them, knowing that if I opened them, I would not be able to stand another second.

The metallic smell filled the place, or so it seemed to me. I felt like I was drowning in it, no matter how much soap I put on my cheeks or all over my body, it just wouldn't go away. Suddenly breathing wasn't that easy when I remembered what happened, despite having been avoiding it all this time.

 My eyes snapped open, feeling like I was going to pass out any second. I turned my head so fast trying to get out of the shower that I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I tried to get up, but my legs didn't help me, so I finally took them in my arms and released all the terrible sobs that I had been holding on to all this time.

I was devastated. I was scared. I felt dirty. I felt I was going to die, just like they did. And I knew I deserved it. My arms were no longer stained with blood, but I had blood on my hands, anyway. My heart felt so heavy in my chest, and my eyes couldn't fixate on any specific place. I squeezed my eyelids shut, trying to focus on the sound of the water, but it stopped and arms wrapped around me.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream for him to let me go. I tried to scream to let him know I was a monster. I tried to scream for him to get away from me, believing I wasn't worthy of any comfort. Yet, I just hugged him back, not wanting to be alone, wanting him to save me from my sins.

“I’m a monster,” I said minutes after when I felt I could open my mouth and speak without fear of vomiting within the second of making a sound, “I’m a monster.”

“Please don't say that,” He whispered, stroking my hair, “You need to know this isn’t your fault,” He said in a sweet tone of voice, separating us and grabbing my head between his hands to look at me in the eyes, but I kept them closed.

“They’re dead because of me,” I said, slowly shaking my head, “I killed them with my own hands,” I sobbed, “And the worst part is that it felt... When I…”

“Y/N, this is Niklaus’ fault, not yours,” He said in a more serious tone of voice, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“They begged me to let them live,” I said, feeling the tears falling down my cheeks, “And I didn’t care at all... I killed them as if they were nothing.”

“You didn’t have your humanity on, my dear,” He said, trying to make me feel better, but it didn’t work at all.

“You weren’t there, Elijah!” I exclaimed, now looking at his worried eyes and bringing my hands to my hair, tousling it, “They were my friends, my family, and I just ripped their bodies apart!”

I repeated the moment of their deaths over and over again inside my head without wanting to. Every part of the body that I tore, every drop of blood that I drank, every scream that I heard… Everything was there, including the disgusting feeling of pleasure doing all that, and it didn't seem to go away no matter how much I closed my eyes, how much soap I used, how much I hugged him, or how much I sobbed.

After a few minutes, he took me in his arms, carrying me to bed, wrapping a towel around my naked, still wet body to cover me. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, feeling I was going to throw up. Elijah just sat behind me and dried my hair with another towel, to then gently pass the brush over it to untangle it.

“I don't have enough words to express how sorry I am that this happened,” He apologised from behind, “I hope you can forgive me, Y/N,” He said, getting up from his seat to find me comfortable clothes, “I love you, and I give you my word that I will help you through this,” He said when he knelt in front of me, grabbing my hand and kissed it gently, before helping me get dressed.

“I also give you my word that I will not let my brother get away with this,” He said, walking towards the door.

“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” I said before he crossed the door, “I don’t deserve this, but I really need you right now,” I said, licking my lips, without looking at him.

“You deserve much more than my complete attention, my dear,” He said in a sigh, “I'm not going anywhere then,” He said, sitting next to me, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” He said, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

The rest of the night we just cuddled in silence until I fell asleep in his arms.

[auroracalisto]

sometimes people suck

summary: my submission to @hellotvshowtrash​’s prompt challenge: #February2021promptchallenge, using the prompt "I'm going to take care of you, okay?" 

pairing: kol mikaelson x reader

warnings: date rape drug used on reader’s drink, nothing more than that tho.  kol threatening to kill someone.  kol being dumb and knowing he probably should have taken u out instead of making u go to a party.  u know, the usual kol shenanigans 

word count: 363 words

a/n: i luv ur prompt challenges please keep going with them.  also, you said fluff.  i saw perfect opportunity to include something gone wrong.  oops.  

You should never have accepted that drink, because now, your head was spinning.

"Come to the party," Kol said. "It'll be fun," Kol said.

Fun my ass, you bitterly thought as you held yourself up against a wall.

Someone grabbed your arm, a deep frown etched into their lips. "Come on. Let's get you to lie down somewhere. You look awful."

You recognized that voice—it was the same person woh had gave you that drink. You quickly tried to pull your arm away, but because of what he had put in it, your motions were slowed. There wasn't much that you could do to defend yourself. So you did the only thing you knew would work, even with your jumbled mind.

You shouted for Kol.

The guy stared at you like you were crazy. You had hardly been able to raise your head, yet alone yell.

But the man in question appeared not even moments later. Anger washed over him.

"What the hell did you do to her?" he glared, walking over and shoving him back. "Get the fuck out of here before I rip your fucking head off."

"Hey, man, I didn't do shit—"

"—that wasn't a fucking joke."

When the guy let go of your arm, Kol quickly turned to face you and he wrapped his arms around you. He should have gone after that guy. He should have killed him for even attempting to harm you. Kol pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Kol softly whispered, biting into his wrist. He held it to your lips and you grimaced at him, but parted your lips. It wouldn't take much.

Soon enough, his blood coursed through your own veins and you were beginning to regain what consciousness you lost. Kol, however, had yet to let you go.

"Come on. Let me take you home," he said, kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, my love. I should have just... taken you out on a proper date."

You rolled your eyes, leaning against his lips. "It's fine... you just owe me. Big time."

"I know I do, [Your name]. I know."

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Wrong Move

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Kidnapping, slight mentions of drug and physicall abuse (If you squint, but lets just be cautious, shall we?)

Author’s Note: I am once again killing two birds with one stone. This was submitted by the lovely @emmice9 for my 1500 follower challenge. And I’ll be using this for @hellotvshowtrash ​‘s #february2021promptchallenge. I would also like to say that this is A BRIEF LOOK into a new series that will be coming later on in this year. All because my brain cant keep ideas to one shots. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. 

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. 

The world has changed drastically over the centuries. The world people used to know had changed when the creatures that roamed the darkness had come out of hiding. Vampires became the superior species, creating a completely different hierarchy within the world. Those that came from money were free from the torment and slavery of the Vampires. Werewolves and witches were far and few between. And when they emerged they were a force to be reckoned with that the vampires let them be. So long as they weren't attacked, they never retaliated and stuck to their own.

For the L/N family, they had come from money. Their wealth bought their freedom from the vampires. For the two children in the family they'd never have to fear being human. For the eldest, Alexander, he wished to continue their bloodline to ensure there was a truce between the vampires and the humans of their family. But for the youngest, Y/N, she wished to become a vampire and when she was younger, her parents made a deal with the Mikaelsons to ensure her status would carry over as a Vampire.

While most girls in her age dreamed of becoming something of themselves in the world that was created around them, Y/N wanted nothing more than to be a vampire. One that wanted to change things for the better. And the way the L/Ns had it, their children were going to mend bridges.

Unfortunately, the matriarchs of the L/Ns were killed in an accident that left them as orphans. Alexander being the eldest was given the burden of being the head of household and he uncovered his parents' secrets. Before their death, his parents made a deal with another Vampire. And with their death, it broke the deal between them. It left them on the verge of bankruptcy and being tossed in with the other humans.

Y/N stood outside the double wooden doors as she listened to the muffled sounds of her brother arguing with a vampire. Alexander was in there for more than an hour speaking with the vampire that held the deal with their parents. Seeing as it was a matter for the head of house, Y/N couldn’t be in the room. But where she stood she could pick up on her fair share of things.

Most of it had been about money, or the lack thereof. Being in debt to a vampire left any human feeling unease and Alexander was no different. Especially as he looked across the table at Tristan De Martel. If there was one thing they learned, the De Martels were the downgrades of the Mikaelsons. Where the Mikaelsons held their deals in good faith, the De Martels could find a loophole within the contract to work in their favor. And that was what happened with their parents.

Y/N’s heart dropped when she heard her name being brought up in the conversation. While She couldn’t hear what was being said, she knew it had upset her brother. His voice had raised while the vampire’s remained calm. The longer her brother yelled, the more worry filled her. And the words she picked up on hadn’t made anything easier.

When the doors opened, a chill ran through Y/N as she looked over at her brother, attempting to ignore the way Tristan had gazed at her as he walked passed. The look on her brother’s face had told her this wasn’t the end of things. That the conversation he just had wasn’t an easy one and he was left with hardly any choices.

“Were you able to come to an agreement?” She asked as soon as she knew Tristian would be out of earshot, even for a vampire.

Alexander nodded as he ran his hand over his face. “One that I do not fully agree on.”

“Well?” She asked after a moment of her brother not saying anything. While she may have been able to pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation, it wasn’t everything she needed to know. And when her brother hesitated once more fear filled her.

“What did you promise the De Martels?” She asked as she took a step towards him. He didn’t know how to answer her. Not when it had to do with her. But the guilt she saw written on his face had told her everything, causing her to shake her head. “No.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He said as he kept his eyes on hers, even as they filled with tears.

Y/N took a step back in disbelief. “No.” She repeated. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I had no other choice.” He said as he watched the tears form in her eyes.

“I have a deal with the Mikaelsons, you can’t just go and make a deal with the De Martels to hand me over.”

“If it means keeping our family name in good standing, I’ll do what is needed.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. But they had been true. Tristan had offered a deal and Alexander jumped on it. Tristan would clear the family’s debt and void out his parents contract if he got Y/N in return.

“You’ve sentenced me to die.” Anger began building within her. “Tristian’s humans never last.”

“You were going to die anyway.” He responded quickly, earning a hard slap across his face.

“On my terms!” She yelled. “Not by the hands of a vampire that keeps his own psychotic sister locked up! When Elijah finds out-”

“Your ties with Elijah no longer matter. Yes he gave our parents his word that you would join them. Your infatuation with each other sealing that deal. But this decision can’t be easily taken back and you know that.”

While they both know going against either families was a risk. But with the De Martels, there was a deadline that was fast approaching them. Y/N ran her hand along her face and shook her head as she turned away from her brother. She couldn’t handle this.

“Elijah might know how to get-” Before Y/N could even finish her sentence, her brother knocked her over the head with the nearest object he could reach, leaving her unconscious.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said as he crouched down beside her. "But I refuse to become one of them."

_____

The De Martels knew what Y/N would ment to the Mikaelsons. She was to be their saving grace. A chance to mend the world with siblings as a Vampire and her Human brother. She was also Elijah’s soon to be wife. Tristan knew he was playing a dangerous game. And because he knew her worth, he kept her hidden, away from any prying eyes that could possibly leak where she was.

Much like the other humans in De Martel's care, she had been drugged, used and abused by those within Tristan's circle. As she laid in the dark damp cell, all she wanted was to die. Her colorful dreams of the future faded to black and white wishes of death and peace as time passed.

Anger had filled Elijah the moment he stopped by to see Y/N and Alexander told him what happened. While furious with her brother he knew he'd always keep his word to Y/N to not ever harm him. It took him over a month to find Y/N's whereabouts. The moment he had her location there was no stopping him.

Elijah stormed through the De Martel home. Anyone that dared to stand against him had their hearts ripped out in a split of a second. Bodies and hearts had been left in his wake as he made his way through. Each one brought him closer to finding Y/N.

When the door keeping her in was forced open, Y/N whimpered in fear at the sound, unable to see who walked in from her position. She hadn't even begun to heal from the last time that door opened. But even as the footsteps neared, she couldn't get herself to move, her body too weak to try. Panic filled her as the footsteps ceased right next to her.

"Shh, shh," Elijah began, trying to keep Y/N calm. "It's me."

As he did, it wasn't hard to see how beaten and bruised she had been. Bite marks covered her body in several places. He had never felt so much anger before at seeing her injuries.

"'Lijah." It had been a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear.

"I got you. I promise I'm going to take care of you, okay?" He had every intention of never letting her leave his sight. He even made the promise to himself that he'd kill the De Martels with his own two hands.

But before the comfort and relief of being free set in, Y/N was rudely awakened by the sound of the door opening and shutting by the unwelcome guest.

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[nalledimessi]

Home

Hey there friends. Now for the #February2021promptchallenge of @hellotvshowtrash​ I leave you with this. Hope you like it and hope you like the gif that I made for you. And I can’t wait to have the one for March and I’m still working on my new serie, not posted yet but soon, I’m now  currently now in chapter 6.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader.

Warnings: mentions of blood.

Words: 595 words.

A knock on your door make you look away your book, the second knock make you stand and open the door, bumping into a dark figured standing outside the light.

-What the…- he step into the light before you even finish, falling down towards you, his always faultless suit shattered with blood from him and possible multiple enemies all over him -Oh my good Elijah- you said trying to catching him.

You almost fall down with him but you kneel before both of you hit the ground -Come on Elijah- you request, trying to move him away the doorway and support him -I need some help here. I’m not strong as you- you beg and clarified at the same time, you try to haul him but fail in vain.

Frighten start to settle in your body when he didn’t try to move or even answer, you lay him down softly on the floor and move him just a few inches enough to closed the door, you kneel next to him and place his head in your lap.

-You’re in home Elijah, you’re safe now- you said caressing softly his cheek -I’m going to take care of you, okay?- you told him. You place your wrist over his mouth -You need to feed- with the barely strength he have left he move your arm away.

-This isn’t the time to be worthy Elijah- you scolded him -you lost a lot of blood and we don’t know if someone follow you- trying to bring out his protective side.

You place your wrist again over his mouth, you hear a growl coming out his lips before his fangs and eye’s veins appear before biting your wrist. You didn’t said nothing, you just let him take what he need, you trust him with your life, after all he have trust you with his.

You suddenly feel him move in your lap, trying to stand by himself but he decide to sit and move to lean on the closest wall -you need some of my blood- he said while raising his wrist to his lips-  

You lay your palm on his arm stopping him before he could bite it, taking it away his lips -No, you need more blood- you raise your gaze to him -I know you didn’t take enough- he overlap his hand with yours.

-Someone follow you?- you ask concern, caressing softly his hand.

-No- he rest his head in the wall with his eyes closed -I kill all of them before coming to you- he interlock his fingers with yours.

-Alright- you stand from your seat on the floor -in that case, you think you can stand and walk?- he open his eyes and look at you confused -we’re taking a bath and then to bed- you command.

-We?- he stand awkwardly, steady himself using the wall.

-I said I would take care of you- you remind him -beside I would be cover in more blood after I do this- you took a step closer to him, passing your arms over his middle section and bury yourself in his frame.

He rest his chin over your head and as a second nature his arms surrender you.

-It’s a shame- you said between his arms playing with a piece of his suit.

-What?- he question without moving away from his position.

-I really like this suit- you confess.

He chuckle -I would buy another one-

You stare into each other’s eyes. Unspoken love, lust, yearning and happiness. He cradles your face in his hands -You’re my home-

Part II >

[thatweirdoleigh]

Frozen Love

#February2021promptchallenge

Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Oneshot / kinda based on daydreams about an oc 

Procrastination is a bitch, but here you go!

Little editing. WE DIE WITH PRIDE. Sorry if this is scientifically impossible. or just impossible to read.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, implied Hypothermia, some swear words Feel free to @ me if I missed any.

Italics represent thoughts

Kol x Reader

Her tears felt like fire against the freezing air. It had happened. He did it. He finally fucking did it. Her boyfriend, now ex, had finally snapped and showed his true colors. Her bloodied lip and quickly bruising face a testament to his cruelty. He confessed that he was cheating and that he liked it. He called her a worthless excuse for a lover, then threw her back out in the snow without so much as a coat. The winter temperatures had continued dropping below freezing for the past several weeks and as shivers raked across her spine, she quickly realized she would surely freeze if she didn’t pull herself off the ground.

Ok Y/n where can you go?

Taylor is already stressed.

Dave will be angry.

Klaus will outright kill me if I go to Cami or Marcel.

With a groan, y/n pushed herself off the brick wall and up from the ground. Her stomach twisted in knots, as she resigned to her fate. Pulling out her phone only to find it dead, she cursed at the sky. Damn it. And so she walked, vigorously rubbing up and down her arms, hoping to whatever god would listen that she was going the right way.

 Kol groaned as he stripped off his coat. Tugging a hand through his hair, he informed his brothers that he was going to go shower off the blood and then crash, and that he wouldn’t be joining them for there celebrations. Klaus only waved his hand, mumbling that there wouldn’t be one, he himself being eager to join his very pregnant wife in bed.  

Although neither party were on particularly friendly terms, Marcel and the Mikaelsons were not actively trying to kill one another. This however, did not persuade a group of extremists from attacking the Mikaelsons in the name of “freeing Marcel from their compulsion”.  Marcel was not compelled.

They were exhausted. This was the 4th attack in a week and it was only Wednesday. So Kol trudged up the stairs, careful not to track mud across the carpet (Rebekah would have his head), stripped his clothes and got in the shower where he allowed the hot water to relax his aching muscles.

 Kol opened his eyes, consciousness slowly swimming back to him, as shivers ran down his spine. After having scrubbed off all the blood in the shower, Kol had gotten in the tub figuring he deserved the joy. Must’ve fallen asleep. He acknowledges. The water now cold, Kol gets out, and dries his hair but not after putting on gray sweatpants and his favorite sweatshirt, the one that y/n had gotten him for his birthday. His lips involuntarily curl into a smirk at the thought of his best friend and secret crush.

Regardless Kol yawns and flops onto his bed relishing in the warmth of his room, grateful for the modern invention of indoor heating.

I’m hungry. Should probably go eat s’mthin.

Just as sleep starts to wrap around Kol like a warm blanket, the door bell rings.

He frowns against his pillow and listens intently for the front door, trying to figure out who would be here at this ungodly hour. He is rewarded with a familiar voice pleading with something he can’t quite place, “Please Kol, just open the door”. Y/n?

And so Kol makes his way out and into the entryway, exasperated and sleepy, trying to figure out why his best friend would grace his doorstep at this time of night.

“This better be good” he said playfully as he swung the door open. However both his mood and face dropped quickly as he saw the state of the woman he loved. Her eyes were glossy as if she could she right through him, her eyelashes were clumped together where her tears had frozen, her lips and nails were a concerning blue, complementing the purple and black that marred across her cheek and she was shaking as if a gentle breeze could push her over.

“The hell? y/n?” he pulled the door wider, shock and panic starting to take hold.

“Sorry” she murmured, seeming genuine in her apology, “didn’t know where else to go”. And with that she collapsed into his arms.

“Fuck!”

  When y/n woke up, it was not with a sudden gasp from her usual, frequent nightmares, or with the same clarity that one had after a good night’s rest. No, when y/n woke up her senses swam back like molasses. The first thing she notices is, its warm. She is wrapped in something warm and soft. Blankets, she concludes. The second thing she notices is the taste of copper and how thick it feels in her throat. Kol. gave hes blood i guess….Kol. She hums his name gently as she gets the vague feeling that she is forgetting something.

“Y/n?” Following the voice, the next thing she notices is the body pressed against her back. She hums again as she rolls further into its warmth. Her eyes flutter open and she is greeted with the face of her best friend and the man she has secretly loved while her boyfriend messed with her mind, filling it with lies. Lies claiming the she could never be loved. She smiles, “Kol”.

           Pulling her closer to his bare chest, y/n now wearing his sweatshirt in an attempt to keep her warm, Kol gave a breath of blessed relief at the sound of her voice, “you had me worried, you were so cold, I didn’t think you were breathing.” He gave a half hearted chuckle. Y/n hummed happily as she snuggled backwards closer into the warmth of his body. Kol shuffled the blankets higher over her shoulders and took and careful breath.

“So do you wanna tell me why you appeared on my doorstep half frozen and bruised, without a jacket, in the dead of the night?” His words had an edge to them that he hadn’t intended, as he desperately tried to push away the image of her face marred by black and blue.

y/n stilled, suddenly wide awake, as her memory of tonight’s events came back in a flood. The pain, the heartbreak, the cold, all of it.

“y/n?” She choked back a sob, as the hatred of her boyfriend’s words starting echoing in her mind.

You’re useless and a waste of my time. Guess I was wrong, you can’t be loved. Not even by me!

“y/n”

The crash of the beer bottle was jarring but what was more jarring the punch thrown shortly after the bottle hit the wall.

“Y/n.”

His fist was in her hair now as tears streamed down her face. “Let me go!” she begged. “You’re hurting me. Let me go! Please!”. The door opened and she landed in the snow, as she was thrown out into the icy cold. “AND DON’T COME BACK YOU USELESS BITCH”. The door slammed shut.

“y/n!” Kol was now hovering over top of y/n, desperate to break through her distress. She took in a sudden breath and then a sob as she clung to him. Kol swore under his breath as he started rubbing up and down her sides and legs trying to get her to calm down.

“hey, hey. Its ok. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’ll take care of you. I’m going to take care of you okay?”

Another breath, “Okay”.

“okay?”

“Okay.”

Several minutes passed before either spoke again. Y/n because she was to overwhelmed to speak and Kol because he was terrified he would scare her again. As y/n’s breathing evened out Kol laid back by her side and wrapped her leg over his hip as he pulled her closer to him. The intimacy of the gesture caused y/n’s guilt to bubble through into the silence.

“I’m sorry.” Kol was taken back by this.

“For what? Crying? Princess, Its OK, I shouldn’t have asked, I should have just let you sleep and then waited to talk in the morning.”

Y/n’s throat swelled tighter at the sincerity in his voice. “F-For being weak. For being a coward. For showing up on your doorstep at ass o’clock at night!” She said thickly.

Kol pulled back to look her in the eyes and he saw the pain and anguished guilt in her eyes, and all he could think of was how much he wanted to make it all go away.

“Baby girl, I love you, but you’re scaring me. What’s going on? Why were you outside? Why didn’t you have a jacket? How and where did you get the bruises from?”

“J-JJ kicked me out for being home late. A co-worker volunteered me for overtime. H-He hit me and confessed he was c-cheating.” She explained her tears were flowing freely now.

Anger flashed behind Kol’s eyes, and he pulled her tighter against him, like he was using his body as a shield from the outside world.  “I’m gonna kill him,” He vowed lowly. “How dare he. How dare he fucking treat you like that”.

Y/n froze, not because of Kol’s vow, that was to be expect of any Mikaelson, but because of something else Kol just said.

“Wait, you love me?”

Now it was Kol’s time to freeze. His anger quickly over-taken by shock and the fear as he realized his slip up. He avoided her eyes in shame.

“y-yeah” his heart stuttering, “yeah I do. “ he whispered.

“Oh thank god. “

And then she kissed him.

[hellotvshowtrash]

In other news...

#February2021prompchallenge is a thing because I just decided it. I’d love to read your guys’ works again!!! Can’t wait ❤️

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any and all TVDU characters/pairings/ships

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1.5k words or less! (I love seeing what y’all come up with bc of this)

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“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

[lady-salvatore]

Dog Days - February 2021 Prompt Challenge

A little story featuring my boy Jer Jer. Tagging the mutuals I think will be interested 💓

@hellotvshowtrash @dumble-daddy @elijahs-wife @imaginearyparties

Jeremy Gilbert’s heart was hardened by twenty five. He had been in the game ten years now, and he was good at what he did.

For three years, Jeremy had been in a routine— hunt, feel guilty, drink, show up at Elena’s house and crash, wake up, repeat. It never got any easier, and it probably never would.

Even if they were vampires, even if they were soulless monsters who tried to kill him, Jeremy couldn’t deny the fact that hunting was horrible and gritty and he hated killing people.

Years flew by without Jeremy’s consent, and even though he was twenty five, a man by all rights, Jer still felt like the teenage boy who lost everything too soon.

He was stumbling home from the bar, only having a few drinks that night, when he heard crying amidst all the rain in the alleyway.

No, not crying— whining, like an animal.

Jeremy went down the alley and came upon a little puppy— a puppy with a twisted leg, cuts and scratches all over him, and a broken look in his dark brown eyes.

Life doesn’t concede in favor of the weak.

Jeremy, slightly tipsy and feeling sad, knelt down and grabbed the little brown dog, who shied away from him.

The puppy growled and bit Jeremy’s finger.

Jeremy laughed. “I’ve been bitten my much worse than you.”

The puppy growled in response.

Jeremy looked around. “You got an owner around here? Maybe a mother?”

The puppy only squirmed in his arms, but Jeremy kept a firm grip on the pup so it wouldn’t hurt itself.

The puppy started crying as thunder clapped in the sky, and then it ran farther into Jeremy’s arms, seemingly hiding from the storm.

Jeremy frowned. If only he could hide, too.

“Hey, how about this?” Jeremy whispered to the pup as he started walking home. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

The puppy was shivering and scared, still crying, but Jer took that as an okay and took the pup home.

Jeremy walked into his small, dingy apartment and made his way to the kitchen sink. He took the dishes out of it and put the puppy in it, washing him with some Dawn dish soap and then rinsing him off.

The puppy whined at being sprayed with the water.

“Hey, I’m the grown up here,” Jeremy remarked. “No attitude.”

The puppy growled. Jeremy shut off the water and dried the pup off with a dish towel. The puppy didn’t really like that either, so he shook his thick coat and splashed Jeremy with water.

Jeremy sighed and took a look at the puppy’s front leg— the twisted one. He frowned as he realized that the leg was healed and there wasn’t anything that Jeremy could do about it.

Jeremy sat the puppy on the floor and pulled out a can of Vienna sausages, and sat them on a dish for the pup.

The puppy ate happily, but was still wary of Jeremy’s presence in the room.

Uncaring, Jer pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey out of the cabinet and sat on the floor. He took a swig.

Then, the puppy growled and bit at Jer’s ankle.

“What, you don’t like the smell?”

The puppy barked loudly, yapping at him.

“Fine, jeez.”

Jeremy was about to put it back in the cabinet when the puppy started barking and growling again.

“You want me to throw it away?” Jeremy asked. He scoffed. “You’ve got some nerve.”

The puppy growled fiercely.

Jeremy sighed and threw the bottle in the trash. “Fine. There you go.”

The puppy’s tongue flopped out of his mouth and he went back to his food.

Jeremy sat back on the floor and then slowly, faintly, gave the puppy a pet on the head. The puppy seemed happy with that, so Jeremy kept petting it.

“I guess you need a name,” Jeremy whispered. “How about... Jack?”

Jack barked happily and then jumped onto Jeremy’s lap.

Jeremy smiled. “Jack.”

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I’m working on my #february2021promptchallenge, and let me say that It turned out more angsty than I thought 👉👈🥺

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kol mikaelson | MASTERLIST

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for the love of you masterlist: female! reader x soulmates! mikaelsons

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take a hint | requested | can you do a kol mikaelson one where Caroline is distracting Klaus and she brought the reader with her so she could distract kol? maybe it can be based on the song take a hint from victorious? i’ve listened to it and thought it would be funny and cute! thank you! — @mikaelson-emma

family game night | one shot | where you play Monopoly with the Mikaelson’s and the youngest finds out he’s developed a little crush.

kiss of life | one shot | polyamorous reader in a relationship with kol, klaus, and elijah has died.  however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.  

tell me a lie  | short |  loosely based off the quote, “my favorite lie was, ‘i love you.’”  definitely not happy.  reader was cheated on.

forsaken hearts  | short |  kol doesn’t love you.  what’s his reason?

talks of mortality | one shot | about you trying to talk kol into taking the cure, but he doesn’t want to listen to what you have to say.  

truth or dare | one shot | after a game of truth or dare, you reveal to your friends and siblings that you’re dating kol mikaelson.  

times of change  | short |  an argument between kol and the reader.

snowball fights  | short |  you and kol go outside into the snow, only to realize kol didn’t want to just enjoy the scenery.  

impeccable timing | one shot | after many weeks of wondering why kol makes you feel a certain way, you finally learn why.  

sometimes people suck | short | my submission to @hellotvshowtrash​’s prompt challenge: #February2021promptchallenge, using the prompt “I’m going to take care of you, okay?"

requested: kol x female reader, where kol acts as kaleb and befriends her to get the white oak from davina.  however, he likes her, and he ends up confessing who he is.  this is her reaction.  

requested: kol x female! gilbert! reader, where kol and the reader are dating and her siblings find out about it at the ball.  she quite literally saves his life.  

overthinking, please | short | when your friends leave and kol finds you drinking alone, he ends up joining you. 

“all that just to give up?”

imagines

kol pisses you off

talking with kol moments before he goes to confront jeremy about silas

klaus breaks the news to you about kol

turning kol away

breaking up with kol

kol trying to get you to leave

talking kol into taking you out late at night

getting fed up with kol

kol showing concern for you.

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February2021PromptChallenge

Another month down!!! Here is the masterlist for the #February2021PromptChallenge, filled with different, wonderful writings from amazing authors! <3 Thank you to everyone who participated!

Catch up with January’s masterlist!

The prompt was “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Without further ado!

(credits to @firefly-graphics​ for the divider <3)  

Dog Days (Jerermy Gilbert) by @lady-salvatore​

I’m A Monster (EM x fem!reader) by @alwaysfangirlingish​

Wrong Move (EM x reader) by @xxwritemeastoryxx​

Home (EM x reader) by @nalledimessi​)

Make A Wish (Kalijah) by @raemikaelson​

sometimes people suck (KolM x reader) by @auroracalisto​

Your Family’s Fate (Freya Mikaelson x reader) @mikaelson-emma​

Frozen Love (KolM x reader) by @airamas3​

It’s Okay, I’m Right Here (KolM x reader) by @mikaelsonsdeservedbetter

[alwaysfangirlingish]

Well, for me is this one paragraph from my #February2021promptchallenge:

“The hot water fell on my skin, sliding down my body until it finally fell to the floor stained red, only to be swallowed down the drain. My hands slowly moved up my neck, arms, and torso under the shower. The silence in the bathroom was tearing me up inside, making me want to scream and throw everything around me. However, I was crying silently, cleansing my body of the blood that had stained it, while my heart seemed to want to leave my chest. My eyes remained closed, although the tears kept coming from them, knowing that if I opened them, I would not be able to stand another second.”

I just can’t believe I really wrote that, but I feel like is my everything. It’s my soul in words, and it makes me want to keep writing, knowing that I can write stuff like that, and that I can be myself and leave small pieces of myself on every word I type.

To all my talented writer friends (yes, that is all of you) I would like you to reblog this with a paragraph you are excited about— one you wrote. I want it to be one that when you wrote it you sat back and took a breath and said “this is why I do this— this is why I love what I do”. It doesn’t have to be anything special— although I’m sure it will be— I just want to see what your paragraphs are. Here’s mine:

“When I emerge from the box I am on my hands and knees, my fingers sinking into the coarse grass and dirt below me. My cheeks are burning, my lip caged tight between my teeth, the way it will be staying for the remainder of however long I deem fit. Probably forever. I will not be making that mistake again. The boy— whom I have deduced is Gally— scrambles out next to me after giving me a boost, landing infinitely more graceful than I do. I tell myself it is because he’s done it more times than I have and not because I am inept of not just social grace but physical as well. My cheeks tinge again. Here’s hoping.”

Case in point— mine is just the opener to a chapter I’m writing.

Hit me with your paragraphs y’all!

[hellotvshowtrash]

Oh my GOD I’m so excited for this to (hopefully) become a series!!!! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT. And you always execute it so beautifully ❤️

Wrong Move

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Kidnapping, slight mentions of drug and physicall abuse (If you squint, but lets just be cautious, shall we?)

Author’s Note: I am once again killing two birds with one stone. This was submitted by the lovely @emmice9 for my 1500 follower challenge. And I’ll be using this for @hellotvshowtrash ​‘s #february2021promptchallenge. I would also like to say that this is A BRIEF LOOK into a new series that will be coming later on in this year. All because my brain cant keep ideas to one shots. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. 

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. 

The world has changed drastically over the centuries. The world people used to know had changed when the creatures that roamed the darkness had come out of hiding. Vampires became the superior species, creating a completely different hierarchy within the world. Those that came from money were free from the torment and slavery of the Vampires. Werewolves and witches were far and few between. And when they emerged they were a force to be reckoned with that the vampires let them be. So long as they weren't attacked, they never retaliated and stuck to their own.

For the L/N family, they had come from money. Their wealth bought their freedom from the vampires. For the two children in the family they'd never have to fear being human. For the eldest, Alexander, he wished to continue their bloodline to ensure there was a truce between the vampires and the humans of their family. But for the youngest, Y/N, she wished to become a vampire and when she was younger, her parents made a deal with the Mikaelsons to ensure her status would carry over as a Vampire.

While most girls in her age dreamed of becoming something of themselves in the world that was created around them, Y/N wanted nothing more than to be a vampire. One that wanted to change things for the better. And the way the L/Ns had it, their children were going to mend bridges.

Unfortunately, the matriarchs of the L/Ns were killed in an accident that left them as orphans. Alexander being the eldest was given the burden of being the head of household and he uncovered his parents' secrets. Before their death, his parents made a deal with another Vampire. And with their death, it broke the deal between them. It left them on the verge of bankruptcy and being tossed in with the other humans.

Y/N stood outside the double wooden doors as she listened to the muffled sounds of her brother arguing with a vampire. Alexander was in there for more than an hour speaking with the vampire that held the deal with their parents. Seeing as it was a matter for the head of house, Y/N couldn’t be in the room. But where she stood she could pick up on her fair share of things.

Most of it had been about money, or the lack thereof. Being in debt to a vampire left any human feeling unease and Alexander was no different. Especially as he looked across the table at Tristian De Martel. If there was one thing they learned, the De Martels were the downgrades of the Mikaelsons. Where the Mikaelsons held their deals in good faith, the De Martels could find a loophole within the contract to work in their favor. And that was what happened with their parents.

Y/N’s heart dropped when she heard her name being brought up in the conversation. While She couldn’t hear what was being said, she knew it had upset her brother. His voice had raised while the vampire’s remained calm. The longer her brother yelled, the more worry filled her. And the words she picked up on hadn’t made anything easier.

When the doors opened, a chill ran through Y/N as she looked over at her brother, attempting to ignore the way Tristian had gazed at her as he walked passed. The look on her brother’s face had told her this wasn’t the end of things. That the conversation he just had wasn’t an easy one and he was left with hardly any choices.

“Were you able to come to an agreement?” She asked as soon as she knew Tristian would be out of earshot, even for a vampire.

Alexander nodded as he ran his hand over his face. “One that I do not fully agree on.”

“Well?” She asked after a moment of her brother not saying anything. While she may have been able to pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation, it wasn’t everything she needed to know. And when her brother hesitated once more fear filled her.

“What did you promise the De Martels?” She asked as she took a step towards him. He didn’t know how to answer her. Not when it had to do with her. But the guilt she saw written on his face had told her everything, causing her to shake her head. “No.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He said as he kept his eyes on hers, even as they filled with tears.

Y/N took a step back in disbelief. “No.” She repeated. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I had no other choice.” He said as he watched the tears form in her eyes.

“I have a deal with the Mikaelsons, you can’t just go and make a deal with the De Martels to hand me over.”

“If it means keeping our family name in good standing, I’ll do what is needed.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. But they had been true. Tristian had offered a deal and Alexander jumped on it. Tristian would clear the family’s debt and void out his parents contract if he got Y/N in return.

“You’ve sentenced me to die.” Anger began building within her. “Tristian’s humans never last.”

“You were going to die anyway.” He responded quickly, earning a hard slap across his face.

“On my terms!” She yelled. “Not by the hands of a vampire that keeps his own psychotic sister locked up! When Elijah finds out-”

“Your ties with Elijah no longer matter. Yes he gave our parents his word that you would join them. Your infatuation with each other sealing that deal. But this decision can’t be easily taken back and you know that.”

“Elijah might know how to get-” Before Y/N could even finish her sentence, her brother knocked her over the head with the nearest object he could reach, leaving her unconscious.

While they both know going against either families was a risk. But with the De Martels, there was a deadline that was fast approaching them. Y/N ran her hand along her face and shook her head as she turned away from her brother. She couldn’t handle this.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said as he crouched down beside her. "But I refuse to become one of them."

_____

The De Martels knew what Y/N would ment to the Mikaelsons. She was to be their saving grace. A chance to mend the world with siblings as a Vampire and her Human brother. She was also Elijah’s soon to be wife. Tristian knew he was playing a dangerous game. And because he knew her worth, he kept her hidden, away from any prying eyes that could possibly leak where she was.

Much like the other humans in De Martel's care, she had been drugged, used and abused by those within Tristian's circle. As she laid in the dark damp cell, all she wanted was to die. Her colorful dreams of the future faded to black and white wishes of death and peace as time passed.

Anger had filled Elijah the moment he stopped by to see Y/N and Alexander told him what happened. While furious with her brother he knew he'd always keep his word to Y/N to not ever harm him. It took him over a month to find Y/N's whereabouts. The moment he had her location there was no stopping him.

Elijah stormed through the De Martel home. Anyone that dared to stand against him had their hearts ripped out in a split of a second. Bodies and hearts had been left in his wake as he made his way through. Each one brought him closer to finding Y/N.

When the door keeping her in was forced open, Y/N whimpered in fear at the sound, unable to see who walked in from her position. She hadn't even begun to heal from the last time that door opened. But even as the footsteps neared, she couldn't get herself to move, her body too weak to try. Panic filled her as the footsteps ceased right next to her.

"Shh, shh," Elijah began, trying to keep Y/N calm. "It's me."

As he did, it wasn't hard to see how beaten and bruised she had been. Bite marks covered her body in several places. He had never felt so much anger before at seeing her injuries.

"'Lijah." It had been a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear.

"I got you. I promise I'm going to take care of you, okay?" He had every intention of never letting her leave his sight. He even made the promise to himself that he'd kill the De Martels with his own two hands.

But before the comfort and relief of being free set in, Y/N was rudely awakened by the sound of the door opening and shutting by the unwelcome guest.

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“You’re my home” 😭😭 this is so sweet!! I love it ❤️

Home

Hey there friends. Now for the #February2021promptchallenge of @hellotvshowtrash​ I leave you with this. Hope you like it and hope you like the gif that I made for you. And I can’t wait to have the one for March and I’m still working on my new serie, not posted yet but soon, I’m now  currently now in chapter 6.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader.

Warnings: mentions of blood.

Words: 595 words.

A knock on your door make you look away your book, the second knock make you stand and open the door, bumping into a dark figured standing outside the light.

-What the…- he step into the light before you even finish, falling down towards you, his always faultless suit shattered with blood from him and possible multiple enemies all over him -Oh my good Elijah- you said trying to catching him.

You almost fall down with him but you kneel before both of you hit the ground -Come on Elijah- you request, trying to move him away the doorway and support him -I need some help here. I’m not strong as you- you beg and clarified at the same time, you try to haul him but fail in vain.

Frighten start to settle in your body when he didn’t try to move or even answer, you lay him down softly on the floor and move him just a few inches enough to closed the door, you kneel next to him and place his head in your lap.

-You’re in home Elijah, you’re safe now- you said caressing softly his cheek -I’m going to take care of you, okay?- you told him. You place your wrist over his mouth -You need to feed- with the barely strength he have left he move your arm away.

-This isn’t the time to be worthy Elijah- you scolded him -you lost a lot of blood and we don’t know if someone follow you- trying to bring out his protective side.

You place your wrist again over his mouth, you hear a growl coming out his lips before his fangs and eye’s veins appear before biting your wrist. You didn’t said nothing, you just let him take what he need, you trust him with your life, after all he have trust you with his.

You suddenly feel him move in your lap, trying to stand by himself but he decide to sit and move to lean on the closest wall -you need some of my blood- he said while raising his wrist to his lips-  

You lay your palm on his arm stopping him before he could bite it, taking it away his lips -No, you need more blood- you raise your gaze to him -I know you didn’t take enough- he overlap his hand with yours.

-Someone follow you?- you ask concern, caressing softly his hand.

-No- he rest his head in the wall with his eyes closed -I kill all of them before coming to you- he interlock his fingers with yours.

-Alright- you stand from your seat on the floor -in that case, you think you can stand and walk?- he open his eyes and look at you confused -we’re taking a bath and then to bed- you command.

-We?- he stand awkwardly, steady himself using the wall.

-I said I would take care of you- you remind him -beside I would be cover in more blood after I do this- you took a step closer to him, passing your arms over his middle section and bury yourself in his frame.

He rest his chin over your head and as a second nature his arms surrender you.

-It’s a shame- you said between his arms playing with a piece of his suit.

-What?- he question without moving away from his position.

-I really like this suit- you confess.

He chuckle -I would buy another one-

You stare into each other’s eyes. Unspoken love, lust, yearning and happiness. He cradles your face in his hands -You’re my home-

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this is beautiful!!!! i really really love this fic. i love your style!!! so good ❤️ can’t wait to read more from you! thank you for participating :)

#February2021promptchallenge

#February2021promptchallenge

Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Oneshot / kinda based on daydreams about an oc 

Procrastination is a bitch, but here you go!

Little editing. WE DIE WITH PRIDE. Sorry if this is scientifically impossible. or just impossible to read.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, implied Hypothermia, some swear words Feel free to @ me if I missed any.

Italics represent thoughts

Kol x Reader

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[hellotvshowtrash]

AHHHH THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER IM OBSESSED WITH IT he honestly deserved so much more

Dog Days - February 2021 Prompt Challenge

A little story featuring my boy Jer Jer. Tagging the mutuals I think will be interested 💓

@hellotvshowtrash @dumble-daddy @elijahs-wife @imaginearyparties

Jeremy Gilbert’s heart was hardened by twenty five. He had been in the game ten years now, and he was good at what he did.

For three years, Jeremy had been in a routine— hunt, feel guilty, drink, show up at Elena’s house and crash, wake up, repeat. It never got any easier, and it probably never would.

Even if they were vampires, even if they were soulless monsters who tried to kill him, Jeremy couldn’t deny the fact that hunting was horrible and gritty and he hated killing people.

Years flew by without Jeremy’s consent, and even though he was twenty five, a man by all rights, Jer still felt like the teenage boy who lost everything too soon.

He was stumbling home from the bar, only having a few drinks that night, when he heard crying amidst all the rain in the alleyway.

No, not crying— whining, like an animal.

Jeremy went down the alley and came upon a little puppy— a puppy with a twisted leg, cuts and scratches all over him, and a broken look in his dark brown eyes.

Life doesn’t concede in favor of the weak.

Jeremy, slightly tipsy and feeling sad, knelt down and grabbed the little brown dog, who shied away from him.

The puppy growled and bit Jeremy’s finger.

Jeremy laughed. “I’ve been bitten my much worse than you.”

The puppy growled in response.

Jeremy looked around. “You got an owner around here? Maybe a mother?”

The puppy only squirmed in his arms, but Jeremy kept a firm grip on the pup so it wouldn’t hurt itself.

The puppy started crying as thunder clapped in the sky, and then it ran farther into Jeremy’s arms, seemingly hiding from the storm.

Jeremy frowned. If only he could hide, too.

“Hey, how about this?” Jeremy whispered to the pup as he started walking home. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

The puppy was shivering and scared, still crying, but Jer took that as an okay and took the pup home.

Jeremy walked into his small, dingy apartment and made his way to the kitchen sink. He took the dishes out of it and put the puppy in it, washing him with some Dawn dish soap and then rinsing him off.

The puppy whined at being sprayed with the water.

“Hey, I’m the grown up here,” Jeremy remarked. “No attitude.”

The puppy growled. Jeremy shut off the water and dried the pup off with a dish towel. The puppy didn’t really like that either, so he shook his thick coat and splashed Jeremy with water.

Jeremy sighed and took a look at the puppy’s front leg— the twisted one. He frowned as he realized that the leg was healed and there wasn’t anything that Jeremy could do about it.

Jeremy sat the puppy on the floor and pulled out a can of Vienna sausages, and sat them on a dish for the pup.

The puppy ate happily, but was still wary of Jeremy’s presence in the room.

Uncaring, Jer pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey out of the cabinet and sat on the floor. He took a swig.

Then, the puppy growled and bit at Jer’s ankle.

“What, you don’t like the smell?”

The puppy barked loudly, yapping at him.

“Fine, jeez.”

Jeremy was about to put it back in the cabinet when the puppy started barking and growling again.

“You want me to throw it away?” Jeremy asked. He scoffed. “You’ve got some nerve.”

The puppy growled fiercely.

Jeremy sighed and threw the bottle in the trash. “Fine. There you go.”

The puppy’s tongue flopped out of his mouth and he went back to his food.

Jeremy sat back on the floor and then slowly, faintly, gave the puppy a pet on the head. The puppy seemed happy with that, so Jeremy kept petting it.

“I guess you need a name,” Jeremy whispered. “How about... Jack?”

Jack barked happily and then jumped onto Jeremy’s lap.

Jeremy smiled. “Jack.”

[hellotvshowtrash]

WAIT I LOVE THIS Kol saying fuck is one of my new favourite things and “that wasn’t a fucking joke” was VERY good 😍

Your so good at this girl how do you do it 😫

sometimes people suck

summary: my submission to @hellotvshowtrash​’s prompt challenge: #February2021promptchallenge, using the prompt “I’m going to take care of you, okay?" 

pairing: kol mikaelson x reader

warnings: date rape drug used on reader’s drink, nothing more than that tho.  kol threatening to kill someone.  kol being dumb and knowing he probably should have taken u out instead of making u go to a party.  u know, the usual kol shenanigans 

word count: 363 words

a/n: i luv ur prompt challenges please keep going with them.  also, you said fluff.  i saw perfect opportunity to include something gone wrong.  oops.  

You should never have accepted that drink, because now, your head was spinning.

”Come to the party,“ Kol said. ”It’ll be fun,“ Kol said.

Fun my ass, you bitterly thought as you held yourself up against a wall.

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