#Vampire Diaries x reader

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My Darling Blood Bag

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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“I’m never going to finish if you keep distracting me.” For the last ten minutes Kol has been kissing all over your neck. Continuously distracting you from your homework. 

“I can’t help myself darling, you’ve been focusing on that stupid piece of paper all evening. Im beginning to feel neglected”, he tilts your head towards him placing a deep kiss on your lips. Though before you can get too lost in the kiss you push him away.

“If I get a bad grade on this stupid piece of paper my mom will kill me” Kol dramatically sighs, turning your chair around so he can face you. 

“I’ll compel you an A”, now that was an enticing offer. You’ve been working on this assignment for the last hour and a half, and have barely made a dent in it. It’s also due tomorrow so that was just making you more anxious. So you could either continue to struggle trying to finish or you could pay attention to your charming boyfriend. The choice is obvious

Your assignment is long forgotten as Kol tosses you on the bed, a large smirk on his face. “Finally now you’re all mine” he nuzzles his head into your neck, placing soft kisses against your neck. The soft kisses turn harsher before he finally sinks his teeth into your skin. 

This was Kol's favourite activity… well second favourite. He’s constantly telling you that your blood is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted, and you have no complaints. You absolutely love the feel of Kol drinking your blood. The soft feel of his lips on your neck combined with the pain of his teeth sinking into your neck, it’s just so intimate. You never get enough of the feeling.  

“Noo, not yet” You whine when he pulls away, grabbing at his shirt trying to pull him back. 

He chuckles his hand wrapping around your throat to push you against the bed. “Darling, do you want me to drain you dry?” his teasing tone makes you pout. Kol was always playing with you, it’s something you both love and hate about him. “Aww don’t pout, my little blood bag” You roll your eyes at the nickname though instead of commenting you pull Kol in for a kiss, one he’s all too happy to accept.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Twitter Troubles

Summary - Kai has a Twitter problem and it’s just got worse.. (0.6k)

Warnings - Kai having a Twitter problem ^^, kai being a lil drama queen, mentions of murder, not much else tbh

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“No!” You could hear Kai’s bellow from the floor above, and before you knew it and you were on your feet and rushing down the stairs.

He was usually quite composed in your home despite the copious amounts of trauma that he endured, and his reaction to god knows what clearly illustrated that something was not right.

As you came to the kitchen where he had demanded that he was going to cook the both of you an evening supper that you would enjoy, he was stood there, by himself, with nothing but his phone in his hand.

But the heretic appeared outraged, he was screwing his nose up and chewing frustratedly on his bottom lip as he glared hatefully at the screen.

Perhaps he had added the wrong ingredient in the recipe, however it was already heating in the oven, and so you decided to inspect the man closer as you walked towards him, your concern slowly decreasing.

“Is everything okay baby?” You cautiously asked him, brushing your fingertips across his cheek as to avert his gaze to your face. His pupils rolled around in a distorted fashion as he fumbled with his words, uncertain how to put his problem into a sentence, his knuckles tightening around the cellular device, but not hard enough to crush it in his grasp.

“No, uh, it’s really not.” He nonchalantly answered, scoffing when he looked back in his phone, before smacking it down upon the counter beside him and shaking his head.

He was undoubtedly irritated, but despite that fact he made sure to show affection towards you, bringing both of his siphoning hands to your hips, rubbing circles in the flesh he had exposed by slightly rising your shirt.

“You can talk to me Kai, I want to listen. Whatever it is, it can be fixed.” You attempts of reassuring him were futile however, as he brought his head to rest in the crook of your neck as he whispered in your ear.

“It’s not baby. It’s ruined.”

“We can order in if it’s messed up that bad, or I can help you make something else. Or we could go to that new Italian place a few blocks down…” you suggested, however Kai pulled back to look at your face, a confused expression pulling at his features.

“What are you talking about?” He enquired, wanting to ensure that you were both focused on the same subject. It was as though you couldn’t configure how dire the situation was, and he had to make you understand.

“Dinner. What are you talking about?” You replied as though it was there could be no other reason for his annoyed outburst.

“Twitter.” He stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, grasping his phone and allowing you unlock it, bringing up the updated page, as he pointed harshly at the screen. “It’s now called X, like it’s so stupidly modern! Why can’t they just leave things the way they are?”

“So… dinners all good?” You wearily enquired, cocking your head to the side as you tried to gouge what the heretic was thinking. However you were no mind reader, but considering Kai’s murderous past, you should have anticipated what he was going to say next.

“I think we should find out where Elon Musk lives and compel him to change it back. I can’t think straight, he’s ruined my life!”

“You want to compel Elon Musk?” You couldn’t help but laugh, to which Kai dedicated an emotionless, stone cold glare in your direction this time. “Okay good luck with that, let me know when dinner is ready, and get on with… avenging Twitter I guess.”

[pinkposies]

can you make headcanons about yandere elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

Only For Me

a/n requests are open!

warnings: mention of death and manipulation

parings Elijah Mikaelson x reader

↳ Elijah is very overprotective and possessive. Sometimes it might be overwhelming for you considering he has to know where you are and who you’re with all the time.

↳ Much like his brother, he wants you to depend on him for everything. He’ll even go as far to isolate you from you friends and family to make sure his number one in your life. He’ll spoil you with everything your heart desires if you say so.

↳ He enjoys sitting on his lap as he plays with your hair whispering comforting words as you cry about not being able to see your loved ones as much as you want

↳ Elijah also loves reading books to you until you fall asleep in his arms, he spends hours just watching you sleep, and listening to your heartbeat like it’s music

↳ Even though you have limited freedom, Elijah likes to travel all over the world with you. You’ll express wanting to visit Paris one time and the next day he has a private jet waiting for the two of you

↳ On the rare times he does allow you to go out without him expect two to three vampires following behind, reporting back to Elijah about everything. Once some guy was bold enough to approach you asking to go in a date which you rejected yet that didn’t stop the vampires from telling Elijah. The next day you so happened to see the guy’s death being reported.

↳ Elijah will never kill anyone in front of you since he concerned that you’ll fear him

↳ If there is a time where you try to defy Elijah, he’ll gladly put out a quick stop you defiance. He’s not above punishing.

↳ He will feed on you, and if you deny he’ll try to convince you until you say yes. Yet, He knows not to push your limit when drinking your blood.

↳ You basically don’t have any privacy anymore considering Elijah is conjoined to your hip. He’ll always be lurking around wherever your at. Your his true love and he’ll stop at nothing to make sure your safe and only want him.

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decorating the tree (kol mikaelson x f!reader) {ficmas day 5}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 5 of ficmas!

warnings: kind of angsty, mostly fluffy, a little steamy. but most importantly, festive.

a/n: i got a little carried away with this one. kol is just my baby boy. also the formatting is horrendous because tumblr was being a little bitch.

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The holidays could be the most bittersweet time of the year. Observing everyone with their friends and families without having your own was lonely and often damaging. You usually could go home for the holidays, see your loved ones, or sleep in at your childhood home, but not this year. This year, because of all the shit happening in the French Quarter, you were forced to be alone.

You hated every second of it.

But, being the go-getter you were, you decided to make the most of it. And you involved the Mikaelsons in this scheme (they were part of the reason you were stuck in this mess anyway).

You had dragged Kol with you to get a Christmas tree. More like, Rebekah had convinced him to go with you. You harbored a massive crush on the original vampire, and Bex, your newest friend, was fully aware of it. It’s why she engineered him to spend more time with you. He helped drag the tree to your tiny apartment and lounged on your couch like a cat as you finished setting it up and dragging out your holiday ornaments.

“Should I go for a color scheme or just hang up whatever?” You asked Kol, holding up a box of white and gold ornaments. He was posed on your couch like a Greek statue, hand thrown over his eyes and legs sprawled out like he couldn’t give a damn. He opened one eye to look at your ornaments. You held up your box of random accouterments, including an abominable snowman and a glittery baguette ornament.

“I like the random ones,” Kol mumbled, laying his head back and letting out a sigh like the world was oh so cruel.

“Am I boring you?” You chastised, a frown marring your features.

“Darling, you could never bore me,” Kol coos. “I just find this to be obtuse.”

“What about it is obtuse?”

“When will you get to enjoy all of this?” Kol finally sat up, gesturing to your apartment. “With everything going on…you’d be lucky to have a Christmas.”

You deflated at his words, clutching your box of ornaments between your hands. Kol was right, but you loathed it. You wanted to just have a holiday, that was all.

He took notice of your somber mood and got off the couch to crouch in front of you.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he sighed, picking up an ornament and hanging it on the tree. “Maybe I’ll be wrong.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong; you wanted to hate him for that. But you never could, not really. You spent your whole life feeling like you were holding your breath, but it was like you could actually breathe with him. He made you smile and also frustrated you to no end. Kol saved your life once, and you wondered there and then if it was physically possible to give him your heart. You never figured that part out.Later that week, you were at the Mikaelson compound preparing for a war meeting slash holiday dinner. Dinner was your idea, and Elijah backed you up. Some poor soul they compelled was likely making you food as you sat on Rebekah’s bed, flipping through a book.

“Did you ever have any holiday traditions?” You asked the blond, not looking up as you spoke. You could hear her rifling around at her vanity when she turned to you.

“Bonfire,” Bex answered. “We’d write our wishes and throw them in the fire.”

“We should do that!” You exclaimed, looking up at her. She chuckled at your excitement, even as a melancholy look crossed her features.

“What would you wish for?”

Rebekah took a beat.

“My family, together, at peace,” she said softly, looking down. You repositioned yourself to sit at the end of the bed, looking at her sadly.

“I won’t leave you, you know,” you murmured. “Even if I should’ve hit the hills a while ago.”

“I know that, dove,” Rebekah sighed. “You’re as much a part of this family as I am. I’m…grateful for that.” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you were hit by the realization that she was just a girl in a woman’s body. “Because you’re my family, I know exactly what you’d wish for.”

“Oh?” You lifted a brow at that.

“For someone to meet you under the mistletoe,” Rebekah teased, getting up from her chair and tackling you down on the bed in a fit of giggles.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you gasped between laughter.

“Oh dear, Y/N, if only you could acknowledge how much he cares,” Rebekah sighed, and you poked her on the nose before rolling out of her reach.

“Don’t tell lies, Bex, it’s cruel,” you chastised.

“Is my darling sister being a vixen again?” Kol called from the doorway, catching both you and Rebekah’s attention. He leaned up against the door, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. You felt your heart rate pick up as you took him in.

“What do you want?” Rebekah inquired, looking bored.

“Dinner is ready; I came to fetch you,” Kol smirked, giving you a wink that sent your heart spiraling from the stratosphere. Rebekah grumbled and got up, pushing past you and out the door. You moved to follow, but Kol grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Kol,” you breathed, looking up at him in question.

“Do I scare you?” He asked, peering at you. “What?”

“Or is it nerves?” He traced his thumb over the vein on your inner arm, and you could swear he was listening to how your heart thumped. “What makes your heart jump every time I come around?”

“I get startled,” you stutter, ignoring the look in his eyes at your lie. Kol hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his fingers traced your face.

“You know what I loathe about you?” Kol whispered. “You smell too sweet to resist…”

You wondered what would happen if you dared to kiss him right then, but the timing was never your forte, and you were interrupted by Rebekah yelling at the two of you to hurry up. You pulled yourself away, holding your breath, hoping to calm down as you descended the stairs. You could feel Kol following behind you.

Dinner was extravagant, as most things in the household were. You gored on rotisserie chicken and baked brie, letting the flavors coat your tongue. Elijah and Klaus bickered back and forth about a course of action with fighting the witches (they wanted Hope, of course). You could have been more helpful in these discussions anyway. Frankly, you weren’t sure why they kept you around. Maybe one day you’ll find out.

Dinner was interrupted by an explosion.

You felt yourself fly back, hitting the floor in the dust. The enemies had effectively retaliated, and the Mikaelsons fought back perfectly with tooth and claw. You brought yourself to a standing position, coming eye to eye with a witch who looked at you like you were a pawn on a chessboard. You sucker-punched her before she could make a move.

The Mikaelsons dealt with the threat in record time, and when the dust on their battlefield had settled, the arguments started. First, Klaus ranted about how they should’ve been more prepared, and then Elijah tried to explain how they made logical choices up to this point. Rebekah would occasionally butt in.

You just stood there hearing the noise build up in your head. You had the vague sense that you were bleeding, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Someone came up next to you, and you turned to see it was Kol. He said something that you didn’t hear before biting his wrist and holding it up to you. You tentatively took it, letting his blood coat your throat before pulling away. The ringing stopped, and you felt your body stabilize.

The pressure from the family screaming match didn’t go away, though. Someone yelled, “Stop,” and everyone turned to look at you. You almost didn’t recognize your own voice breaking the chaos.

“Just stop,” you pleaded. You looked at each sibling, forcing them to really see you. “It’s the fucking holidays…why is there always fighting? Why are you always fighting?” Your voice broke. “You have each other, and you care so much even when you pretend you don’t, and you’re always fighting.”

“I would do anything to have my family right now, but I don’t, and it kills me,” you choked. “You guys have each other, and what do you do? Nothing. Nothing at all.”

You don’t know why you broke, but you did. Being alone during your favorite season hurt you way more than you let on. It felt like looking from outside your body as you walked out of the compound on the way home. You entered your apartment silently, flipping on the lights to absolute silence.

You took a shower and went out in pjs, bundling yourself up in front of your fireplace. It was one of the amenities that sold you on the apartment. You wrote out your wishes on a piece of paper, folding them into paper cranes (for the sake of being dramatic) and tossing them in the fire. You sniffled, hugging your knees to your chest and weeping. You missed home and your family. You felt terribly alone.

On your paper cranes, you wrote for your family, for being surrounded by loved ones during the holidays, and Kol liking you back. Simple, trivial wishes, but ones you had nonetheless. You debated calling it an early night when you heard a knock on your door.

You got up slowly to open it, recoiling in shock when Kol bounds in with Klaus following behind him. Both are wearing Santa hats.

“Mother of God—“ you curse, watching as Kol drops boxes of decorations on your couch and Klaus makes a beeline for your kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

“Celebrating Christmas,” Klaus says, pouring himself a drink (somehow finding your alcohol).

“What?”

“Elijah and Bex will be here shortly,” Kol chimes, taking out some lights and struggling to detangle them. You walk over to help him. As Kol says, Elijah and Rebekah come with more decor than you can handle and even some presents. Elijah gives you the early gift of a record player, a sleek Audio-Technica he sets up in the corner. He puts on a Christmas record and lets Elvis Presley’s “Blue Christmas” sound fill the space. Rebekah decides your apartment should be rearranged and goes to work pushing the furniture into their new places, making Klaus help her. You join Kol in decorating the tree. This mainly includes you redoing what he’s done since he’s absolutely dreadful at it. He pretends like he doesn’t notice you do it.

“This one reminds me of you,” Kol says, holding up a bright red apple ornament. It’s lightly dusted in glitter.

“Why? Because I’m the apple of your eye?” You jest, earning a slight chuckle.

“In Jewish tradition, the apple symbolized strength and hope for prosperity,” Kol explains. “In Wicca, it’s a powerful tool for protection. Much like you.”

You don’t have anything to respond to that, as Kol places the apple in the perfect place. You don’t move to rearrange it, it’s already in its home. You blush under Kol’s gaze and go back to decorating.

Rebekah claps her hands to capture everyone’s attention.

“Family photo time!” She announces, brandishing a camera she must’ve found stashed in one of your drawers. Klaus groans, and she swats him. You all gather in front of the tree. Elijah holds the camera with Klaus behind him, Kol, you, and Rebekah. Rebekah wraps an arm around your middle and props her head on your shoulder as you lean into Kol to fit better in the frame. Kol puts an arm around your shoulders and rests his head against yours.

“Smile,” Elijah says, taking the photo. You all gather around the screen, and you can’t help but smile at how well it turned out.

“You have a future in photography,” you chuckle, nudging Elijah. He rolls his eyes.

“No, thank you.”

Klaus pours everyone some champagne (again, where he was finding your alcohol is a mystery). You see the star at your tree's top and struggle to fit it on. Grabbing a chair, you nervously climb atop it.

“Here, let me help,” Kol says, grabbing your waist for support as you get on your tip toes and fit on the star. He holds you as you step off the chair, finding yourself in his arms. “Can we go somewhere quiet?” He asks, a hint of a tremble in his voice.

You gesture towards the bathroom, a place that’s already too noisy because of your rocky heater. He walks ahead of you, and you close the door behind him. You watch as Kol takes in the checkered floors, blue wallpaper, and clawfoot bathtub.

“Darling, this place is horrendous,” Kol states, and you laugh. “It works.” “It’s terrible.” “Not all of us are made of money,” you cross your arms, leaning against the counter.

“I have to get you a new place purely so I don’t have to look at this one,” Kol runs a hand through his hair, another hand on his hip. He looks ridiculous, and it makes you love him even more.

“What did you need the privacy for?” You ask.

“I have a gift for you,” Kol rifles through his pocket, pulling out a small red box. Your breath catches as he hands it to you. You open the box with trembling fingers to find a necklace inside. It’s simple, with a pendant of a moon eclipsing the sun. Your fingers trace with the charm with a delicacy reserved for beautiful things. “I saw it and thought of you.”

“I don’t know what to say…” “Say you’ll let me take you on a date.”

Your head shoots up, and you look at Kol with wide eyes. For once, his expression isn’t one of a cocky vampire, but rather a nervous boy. “What?”

“I figured it out,” Kol starts, stepping closer to you and cornering you by the door. “Why your heart beat so fast around me…why Rebekah is always asking me to do things with you…why you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Kol looks down at you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze. “You like me.”

“I—“ “It’s alright, I like you too. A lot. More than anyone in the past centuries,” Kol whispers. You wonder if maybe that wish you threw in the fire possesses real magic as you see your dreams coming true.

“Okay.” “Okay?”

“You can take me on a date,” you answer, feeling your breath shaky as Kol steps closer.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?” He trails his fingers across your jaw, chin, and lips. Your body is on fire.

“You can call me your girlfriend,” you whimper as his nose brushes yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He lets his breath fan your face, and you can barely let out an affirmative before you grab him by the collar and drag his lips to yours. One of his hands boxes your head against the wall as the other holds your hip, pulling you closer. Your hands tangle in his hair, and you hear him let out a small groan at the action. You let him take control because you’re barely holding on with the way he kisses and touches you. You’re afraid you might break apart if he lets go, and you can barely hold in your gasp as his fingers brush under your shirt.

You would let him take you right there, and then if not for Rebekah knocking on the door.

“Stop snogging and finish the tree!” She yells, earning a growl from Kol as you hear her walk away cackling. He turns back to you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips as he looks at you with eyes the color of the night sky.

“How does 8pm tomorrow sound?” “Sounds like a date.”

[iluvmegantheestallion]

Y'all idk I be having such good ass ideas but I had this idea of a stranger things x vampire diaries, like isk basically the reader is vampire and is like over 190 years old she had a love connection with the salvatore brothers but you know they ended up dying so the reader moves on with her life ends up in hawkins Indiana and just staying there but let's jut say hawkins isn't as normal than mystic falls. If someone out there is willing to write this for me, I will love you till the end of time.

Love interests: Stefan, damon, steve

background: the reader was turned to a vampire by Katherine since Katherine was running from Klaus and ended up meeting you when she first came and lived with the Salvatore boarding house, Stefan and damon don't know that you were a vampire when you revealed later on, stefan and damon die which was devastating to you so you ended up leaving as you moved on for the past centuries, now it's the 80s you've been a vampire all your life and you move to hawkins Indiana for a fresh start. All eyes were all on you you ended up being popular, Steve Harrington has taken a liking to you, but suddenly ghost from the past happens when Stefan and damon found you, but it's not the best since something strange is going on down hawkins Indiana.

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Requests

Rules:

No female reader

No female characters

This is all gay shit

Seriously, I won’t be answering shit like ‘x fem!reader’ or anything

Might do FTM reader

No NSFW

I do poly!couples (from the same fandom)

I do angst, fluff, suggestive, headcannons, imagines, fics and such

Fandoms:

Metal Family (Dee, Glam)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Nishio, Juuzou, Shuu, Ayato)

Twilight (Carlisle, Jasper, Aro, Caius, Marcus, Emmett, Alec)

Vampire Diaries (Damon, Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn)

Horror (Predator, Michael, Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Deacon Frost, Eric Draven, Leatherface, Pyramid Head, Hannibal, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out.

The Boys (Homelander, Black Noir, Lamplighter, The Deep)

Kingsman (Agent Whiskey)

Creepypasta (Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, EJ, LJ, Jason the Toymaker, Bloody Painter, Ticci Toby, Candy Pop, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out

Resident Evil (Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy)

Spider-Man (Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel)

Call of Duty (Ghost, König)

American Horror Story (James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Dandy Mott)

Obey Me (Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos)

Helluva Boss (Moxxie, Blitzø, Stolas, Striker, Fizzaroli, Asmodeus)

Other: Le Chiffre, Howl Pendragon, Jonathan Crane, SCPs, Billy Hargrove, Sally Face…

If a specific character isn’t here, please feel free to ask but be aware that I may either not know the character or dislike writing for them!

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Hello Darling

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister and she is low key in love with with one of the originals. You know which one. That’s basically it.

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[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 22

Earlier On

“Is there is reason why you have this haunted look on your face?” Dean Winchester asks Sheila Bennett, Sam Winchester his younger brother who eyeing the ancient book that Sheila set on the car hood.

“I am sure that you know that wendigos don’t usually bite someone in order to transfer its soul to next victim.”

“Unless it’s felt threatened.” Dean completed looking more puzzled at the words.

“And it just doesn’t bite one but two, and does this ever happened when the two of you went hunting wendigos?”

“How did it know we were coming.?”

 “It wasn’t afraid of us.” Sam speak up making Dean turns to him, the youngest Winchester’s points at now opened book, there a figure of women with a crown on her head on the next page are the manuscripts that related to the figure.

Sheila sighs whispering your name “it knew her presence. Her powers…...she herself should be myth, her raw power could obliterate universe she doesn’t know how much power she holds within her. the chaos magic seems bond with her. and that not just it” she turns the pages pointing at a picture of bird that looks like phoenix with burning fire wings.

“What’s that?” dean ask leaning down towards the book to take a good look with squinted eye scanning the figure.

“I have no idea; would you believe me if I say when I was looking to her magic something akin a shooting star come right into my ritual and chaos magic and whatever this is started repel each other until its started co exit right when she came in.”

Dean exhales “I think I would.” Dean cross his arms “How does this even a problem though. If the power chooses her, a power that something beyond our sense, it might have reason, right?”

“If a wendigo could sense her presence and knows about her existence, about her power it might be trouble.” Sheilla objected looking away from the book with her hands curling into her palm.

Sam shakes his head “I’m sure she can handle them plus her friend is werewolf and you would there too, But the problem is if she does not choose right path, we might big problem though.”

Dean shrugs “I might only know her for few hours but I can say, she’s far from evil.” Sam nod

“She won’t hurt anyone with her power but what if some situations arise, where she has to bend her morals.” Sheila says quickly “chaos magic something I never dealt with, its legend I fear I might not able help her at all.”

“Like when she knows you’re going to die?” Sam said though it sounded like question its was statement.

Sheilla knows that it’s the truth, what you saw was her fate Sheila Bennett is going to die soon and that’s how it should.

Dean and Sam stay silent because they know they have no right to say in this when if one of them had the fate the other would go to hell and back to save one another, they know they would bend their morals for each other, sacrifice in order to save each other.

“Wouldn’t you do it.?” Sam argued with certainty in his eyes “what if she and you were to switch place wouldn’t you do the same” Sheilla doesn’t have a response to his questions. What can she say if she said yes that would wrong and right and if she says no that would be equally wrong and right considering who she is.

“Sam” dean shakes his head at him.

“No dean, you would do it for me and I would do it for you, there is no denying that.” He proclaimed “fearing her would only complicate things, she needs you more than ever so I recommend that you would come clean to her.”

Sheila takes in Sam’s proposition, would she do it will her morals allows her to do so, witches are the protecters of nature and you defy nature by merely existing.

“She doesn’t need anyone that fear when she or us doesn’t even fully know what she is . what she need is someone to relay on.” Sam eyes were watery when he ended his words, he doesn’t know why the slight thought of someone viewing any less than you made his heart ache.

Present

Derek eyes follow his uncle peter with glare as they walk towards their home, peter feet had a bounce in his heel humming a God’s know what song, the mere sight of his uncle…psychotic uncle annoyed him more than anything that he feels like the three of you were far better and bearable.

“You know, I think you actually burned a hole on the back of my head with all your glaring.” Peter glance back at his nephew with mock sadness on his face.

Derek stops in his tracks “You won’t have scott on your side if you threaten them.”

  “Yeah, but being an alpha you have to show that you’re one but it didn’t go well. You know I wasn’t planning this to go this way.” He sighs “I wasn’t expecting her to be there, I thought we meet at hospital considering that’s where we first meet. But she keeps defying my predictions.”

Derek’s jaw clenches as with his hands in his pocket he glances away from his uncle before speaking “What do plan to do with her.?”

 Peter turns to derek with a fake innocence look on his face “Oh, me. nothing.” Derek speeds towards his uncle hands on peters throat his nail digging into flesh, he is slammed to near tree.

“Tell me, now.” Derek demanded his eyes changing a low snarl leave his lips.

Peter lips curled into a smirk “I was wondering how you had gone soft after what happened, but I think I know now.” He kicks derek sending crashing to few feet away.

“Isn’t she something else.” He grins feeling more amused at derek confused look “please don’t tell you think she’s just a witch. I thought you were smarter than this.”

He walks towards him crouching down next to derek “She is far more than just a witch derek. And seems to me she knows who caused the fire all those years ago. that’s something very interesting isn’t it.”

Peter stands up with smile, derek stands up “She’s not some puppet that you can use.” Derek yelled.

“Not a puppet but she would make good pup though. She has the potential. “He teased leaving derek stand with dread settling in him, what does peter knows about you that he doesn’t even know.

You did not think this through at all, as promised Chris Argent drives you to home the two of you sits in silence.

“You look like you wanna tell me something.” Chris argent said glancing at you.

You perk up “Huh, yeah. You know my grams sort known as a witch, right?” He nods “well yesterday me and grams went to a filed trip….and we meet the Winchester brother and along the conversation…they said you guys were Hunters.” Chris hands tighten around the wheels.

Not exactly the truth but some times lying is alright and its not the time to reveal your powers.

“How much do you know about what’s happening here.?” Chris questioned without looking away from the road.

“Not much, just that there is werewolf, an alpha going around killing people. and you’re looking for it and a beta, and that you think jackson is one.” you shrug Chris let out a humorless laugh.

“That is basically everything. “   

You nod hands molded into fist in your lap “if he is one, are you going to kill him.?” your voice came out as whisper barely audible but the silent surrounding made your words audible to Chris. 

With perplexed look on his face Chris turns to you, fear and concern evident in your eyes for the male in question he sighs “No, we have code. We are not going to hurt a teenager. You don’t need to worry about your friend.”

“What If one of you broke the code.” The car comes to halt, for some reason Chris feel this as fact not a simple what if. Questions starts to arise in his mind not even registering you get out the car.   

You lean towards the window “not to sound ominousness but you should tell Allison about what you guys really are, teenagers don’t like secret especially something like this, I know you are trying to protect her but she might not take it that way.”

Without a word you walk leaving Chris perplexed.

You tread inside the house without a care skipping towards the hallway and swing open the door to the room and throw yourself on the bed letting out a loud sigh.

“You look beat.” Danny chuckle from his desk turning on his chair to face you, humming you close your eyes before opening a yawn leaves your lips.

“Half dead but still kicking.”

Shaking his head at your words with amusement danny, standing up he goes to his closest taking out a bag walking towards the bed he put the bag beside you, grabbing your hands he pulls you up ignoring your halfhearted protest.

“I was on hunt for costume, along the way I found this. It was too good to leave it there.” He takes the bag and place it on your lap.

You open the bag mouth opening wide when you take out outfit, its looks straight out of anime game armor outfit the golden and red color goes really well together, that’s not just it, clothing accessories and there is a golden earring as well as hair accessories its truly stunning.

“Danny this is amazing.” You voice was dreamy still taken in the outfit hands tracing the smooth fabric.

“It could be like red riding hood but sexier and cooler.” Danny sits beside you “about sexy do you have stiles cousin Miguel’s number?” scrunching your nose at that you try to think who danny is talking about.

“Miguel?”

Danny nods his head “you know, 6 feet black hair, dark eyes broad shoulders great jawline, clean shave.”

Your lips stretched in to an ‘O’ shape finally grasping about who he was talking about “Oh Miguel! Sorry danny I don’t have it, but you know what I’ll let him know.”

He frowns at you falsely “you’re bitchless.” His lips curling up.

Gasping you hit him “look who’s talking.” Scoffing you take out your phone feeling it vibrate it stiles.

“I gotta go, its stiles.” You put the outfit back as well as your phone.

Danny nod walking you out “Hey, you have anyone taking you to school Halloween party.?”

“No, but I did ask Issac. But I don’t know if he come though” you sigh opening the door holding the bag in one hand. “You gotta save me dance whatsoever.” You add with serious face. 

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled opening his arms to hug you, hugging him back with a one last way you walk out straight to stiles home.

STILINSKI HOUSE

You and stiles peek around the corner watching stiles dad going through the case you glance at stiles “Are we sure, we must do this?”

“yes”

“Why does feel like we are going commit a crime.”

Stiles shrugs “Well it won’t be first illegal thing we do. Now come on.” He takes hold of your arms grabbing you out before you can escape. 

You and stiles sit down at the table “Whatcha doing?” stiles ask innocently

“Work.”

“Anything we can help with?” you offer with an equal innocent smile Noah looks up at your voice eyes narrowing at you. he shakes his head he turns to stiles

“You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice.” He said before going back to the papers.

“Any leads?” you glance down at the papers while stiles pour the drink.

“You know I can't discuss that with you.”  while Noah was distracted stiles pour the drink almost at the brim.

“Okay. There you go, Dad. Bottoms up.” You and stiles watch Noah drown the drink still focused on the papers, you glance nervously at Noah. 

“You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot--Hale of a lot...?” his words start to get slurred making stiles complete the sentence

“Hell... Yes... He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.”

 Stiles incredulously yells “How do you not have a picture of him?”

“It’s the weirdest thing... It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two laser-beams were pointing at the camera.” You glance at the photo and he’s right derek face isn’t on the picture the only way you know it’s derek is because of his stupid black jacket.

“Weird right.”

Noha nod before closing his eyes “Oh, my God... Ohhh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that—"

“Dad, it's us we not gonna say anything. Come on!”

“See, the thing is, they're all connected... I mean, the bus driver that got killed? He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale House Fire.”

"Terminated under suspicion of fraud." You read out loud handing the paper to stiles

“Exactly.”

 “Who else?” you and stiles ask curiously at the same time making Noah look at the two of you before letting out a laugh.

 “The video store clerk who got his throat slashed? He's a convicted felon-- history of arson.”

“What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?” stiles ask. You lean back in your chair crossing your arms over your chest.

“Priors all over their records, including—”

“Arson, they all had something to do with the fire, that burned the Hale house.” Stiles glance at you as you speak.

Does that mean what you saw was truth?.

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Dear Elena

It is hard to keep track of anything when your entire life has been shattered into pieces. You're meant to be writing letters to your best friend, who happens to be in a coma at the moment, but you keep getting sidetracked by the one man who won't leave your thoughts.

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It is a beautiful morning, the sun is out, and all you can think about is the people you’ve lost. Last summer, you had more friends around than you do right now. Some of them are gone forever, some have moved on and moved out of town, and others are not within your grasp anymore. The endless loss blends together into one dense cacophony of regret, enough to keep you indoors even despite the lovely day outside.

Instead, you’re curled up on one corner of a sofa in the Salvatore house, passing off your suffering as an excuse to write to yet another one of the friends you’re missing. Elena Gilbert is not to blame for her absence in your life; she certainly wants nothing to do with her seemingly eternal coma, but your journal entries to her have started spiraling into irritation as the weeks go by without her waking up.

Case in point, your latest attempt at a happy message to your friend if/when she ever wakes up:

Dear Elena,

Shit has been fucked.

A voice sounds from over your shoulder, just as dry and sarcastic as ever.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be uplifting with these things. Last time I checked, ‘uplifting’ didn’t involve nearly so many bad words.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but it’s a losing battle. “And last time I checked, these journals were for Elena, not you, Damon. Quit reading over my shoulder.”

Damon Salvatore, for of course it is he, spreads his hands in another display of his usual casual bravado. “Maybe you shouldn’t be writing them in my house if you don’t want me looking. Consider me curious, that’s all. I want to know if you’re adequately portraying my great deeds of heroism that I’ve been doing all the time since Elena closed her eyes.”

You take a moment to ponder that, then scrawl in one more line beneath the aforementioned expletives:

Also, your boyfriend is annoying me to death. Again.

Damon swats you on the shoulder. “Rude. Don’t you have anything nice to write other than complaints or depressed musings?”

You laugh bitterly, but the sound only turns more troubled as it trails off into silence. “Not really. Nothing’s going well at the moment. Every time I think I can count on someone, they leave or let me down.”

Damon blows out a low breath. “Tell me about it. I mean, it’s not like Mystic Falls is always a powerhouse of fun and playtime, but I think I even caught Caroline moping around when she thought I wasn’t looking.”

You hug your knees tighter to your chest. “It just all feels pointless. We fix a problem and two more take its place. You think you know someone and you’re wrong about them every time.”

Damon gives you a look, finally serious for once in his extended life. “This is about Enzo, isn’t it?”

You glance away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckles. “Of course you don’t.” A beat goes by, and he speaks again, almost an afterthought. “It’s not love, by the way.”

You frown up at him. “What?”

“Why Enzo is on Lily’s side. It’s not love, it’s duty. She turned him. That does stuff to your sense of obligation. He’s helping her because he thinks that’s what he should do. He doesn’t love her. Or, not like that, at least.”

You shake your head. “He doesn’t love her like what?”

When Damon remains infuriatingly silent, you press him again for information. “Wait, Damon, like what?”

He doesn’t answer you, though, just disappears, leaving you only with the fluttering of your notebook pages for company. You groan, muttering silent curses about over dramatic vampires never saying what they mean, then toss your notebook to the side. Damon’s right, you’re never going to get this entry done properly if you’re still in your head about everything to do with one certain Enzo St. John.

After all, how could you? Enzo is Enzo, for better or for worse, and nothing about him has made sense since the day you met. You were there when Enzo was trying to kill Damon, when he did time on the Other Side, even when he was helping the rest of you try to free Damon and Bonnie from the prison world. He’s been your enemy at times, your friend at others, but above all, he has lingered around your thoughts far more than you would care to mention.

Dear Elena,

Do you remember when you first told me you were falling for Damon? How I told you that you were crazy for loving someone who had tried to kill us at one point? I think I might have to join you in that camp. I’m not crushing on Damon, don’t worry about that, but someone else. Someone pretty similar to Damon, actually. Guess that’s why they’re such good friends.

You never counted on falling in love with Enzo. Love is difficult in Mystic Falls– there are always a thousand different things going wrong, enough to tear you from what you’re certain is a happily-ever-after just when you’ve finally allowed yourself to have hope. You had just decided that you were going to use your head and not fall in love at all if you could help it, and then he showed up and just like that, you knew you were done for.

It’s not like you could have done anything else. Enzo flirted with you constantly while he was trying to kill you. He made jokes when you were facing each other off. He sought you out first when he escaped the Other Side, said something about how the worst part of it by far was not being able to talk to you. 

He made you promises you knew he couldn’t keep, and then he joined Lily Salvatore and now it’s like he’s gone from you forever. Technically, he’s still out there, but he’s not yours anymore. If he ever was, that is. Suddenly, you’re not sure of anything the way you once were.

Dear Elena,

Why do boys have to be so insanely difficult?

Your moping clearly isn’t doing anything for you, so you give up and head outside. Most of your remaining friends have taken to camping out in the Salvatore estate at some point or other during the day. It makes it easier to find everyone when a new startling discovery descends upon you all, but it also makes you feel trapped, a bird in a cage who longs to spread her wings.

There is, however, a very good reason why you should stay inside longer, and that reason appears when you’ve hardly taken three steps into the center of town. You were headed for the Mystic Grill, but you do an abrupt 180 on the sidewalk and start heading back towards the residential areas when you spot a dark-haired figure that’s all too familiar to you. You don’t think he saw you, so you might be able to get away if you hurry.

Or maybe not. There’s a shout after you, it makes you flinch. “I missed you, you know.”

A gust of wind rustles the leaves on the branches nearby, and you don’t have to turn around to know that Enzo has just appeared behind you, taking advantage of his vampire speed to cross the street in less than a second.

“Yeah, well,” you say, still not trying to make eye contact with him, “maybe you shouldn’t have joined Lily and her Heretics, then. If you miss me, why aren’t we on the same side?”

“We weren’t on the same side at the start,” Enzo muses, keeping time with you even as you try to walk away, “that didn’t bother you then, now, did it?”

“That was different,” you argue.

“Was it?” He asks. “I was trying to kill you then. I’m not anymore.”

“And how do I know that?” You ask, finally standing still long enough to look him directly in the eyes. It’s been a while since you saw him face to face, you almost forgot how deeply he looks at you, like you’re the only person in this world worth seeing.

Enzo sighs, raises his hand to scuff through his hair but stops himself just in time. It’s been a while since he cut it short and started gelling it smooth, but sometimes you think he forgets that it isn’t the unruly almost-shoulder height it had once been. Enzo has spent enough time in various stages of captivity and death and rebirth that sometimes the lines start to blur. Even for seemingly insignificant things like hair. 

You like it better now, actually. You’re certain you’ve told him that at least once, and if you haven’t, he’s probably picked up on it from the way your eyes lingered on him when he first got the cut. 

“You know because you trust me,” Enzo starts, and holds up a hand when it looks like you’re going to cut him off. “And yes, you can say all you want about how you won’t trust me since I’m with the Heretics but maybe— maybe I don’t want that anymore.”

Your brow furrows. “Why not?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I’m not sure, honestly. I thought it would feel better. She promised me that we’d be like a little family or something, but the lot of them have been together so long that I just feel like an intruder.”

“Then why haven’t you left yet?” You dare to ask. 

“I’m waiting for the right moment,” he answers you, “Lily’s control over her little monsters is slipping. At some point it’ll be easy for me to steal away and just never come back. I don’t want her sort of life anymore. I want something that feels right.”

“Like what?” You breathe. 

“Like you,” Enzo says without a second’s hesitation, “it’s always been you, Y/N, you know that. I liked you from the very start. I had hoped that spending more time with Lily wouldn’t hurt us, but I was wrong. I just want you. Not her, not her bizarre idea of a family. You.”

You exhale slowly. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for a very long time, you know that?”

Enzo cracks a grin at last. You missed that smile more than anything, more than it hurt to admit you needed him. “My apologies, love. I’ll try to be better at spilling my heart out in the future.”

He’s joking, though, and his smile only grows when you start to laugh. It is easy, being with him, and although you never really thought about why that was before, you’re glad to know that you’ll have plenty of time to ponder it now, especially with Enzo by your side. 

Dear Elena,

I think, for once, that things actually might turn out alright. 

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hi can you make fluff alphabet for yandere Elijah mikaelson

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A - Affection

He's not very affectionate in public but behind closed doors he likes to hug you from behind

B - Beginning

He's loved you from first sight and will love you till the end

C - Cuddling

He's not much of a cuddler

D - Domestic

He likes helping you around the house but he knows once your done you both have a nice relaxing bath together

E - Efforts

It's 50/50 for both of you

F - Fiance

He's more affectionate once you say yes

G - Gifts

He loves gifting you beautiful things especially lacy things 😏

H - Hugs

He likes hugging you from behind

I - Intimacy

He's romantic and would do anything you ask

J - Jokes

He's not much of a joker but he loves making you laugh

K - Kissing

He's a passionate kisser loves running thumb along your jaw

L - Little Ones

He wants kids so bad but can't till he takes the cure

N - Now And Then

He's much more affectionate then he was at the beginning

M - Mornings

He doesn't want you to leave the bed so he hugs you and growls everytime you move

O - Open

He only keeps a few things to himself but he's more open with you then his siblings

P - Patience

He's very patient with you and doesn't push you into anything

Q - Quizzes

He remembers everything about you and things you've told him

R - Remember

He remembers the night you said yes like it was yesterday

S - Security

He feels safe and secure when your around but there's always a feeling of unsafty because of his past

T - Takeout

He doesn't let you go near them

U - Ugly

His ugly habit is manipulating you

V - Vanity

He always wants to look his best for you

W - Whole

He feels like he's empty whenever your not around

X - Xtra

He likes doing everything and more for you and he loves doing xtra

Y - Yuck

He hates your male friends

Z - ZZZ

He likes with you both face each other when sleeping so when he's awake he can stare at you till morning

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Mama I'm In Love With A Criminal

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Inspo~ Mama I'm in love with a criminal And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy ~Britney Spears

You should have known he was too good to be true. He was the perfect boyfriend, handsome, funny, caring, and he had an accent -A BRITISH ACCENT. He was just too perfect, he had to have a flaw though it didn’t have to be such a big one. I mean you could get over the vampire thing if anything it was kinda a plus I mean everyone goes through a vampire phase. Even the fact he’s related to Klaus, wasn’t a complete deal breaker. No, what you couldn't get over is the fact he beat Jeremy up with a bat and nearly pummeled the boy to death. You can still remember the call you got from elena she was in tears begging you to come back to mystic falls. 

You had decided to go along with Jeremy when Elena sent him away just wanting to have a normal life with no drama. Though you unknowingly had fallen smack dab in the middle. 

You were packing up your room, desperate to get back home and comfort your friend. A knock on your door has you freezing. You were hoping it was anyone but Kol, you had no desire to see him. After that call with Elena you never even wanted to hear his name again. You felt like such a fool, you were just a pawn, a means to mess with Elena. 

“Darling would you open the door?”, you don’t move hoping that your silence will make him leave. “I suppose you heard about the Jeremy thing but it was nothing personal. Now open the door before I kick it in” you thought the threat over, eventually deciding to stand you don’t know how you would explain a kicked in door. 

You kept your face neutral as you opened the door, Kol on the other hand wore a smirk. “I do hope your not here to beat me with a bat”, in truth you should be scared but you just couldn’t bring yourself to be. No, you're already feeling too much to be scared of him. 

“Darling,” he reached out, going to stroke your cheek, you quickly dodge. It didn’t seem to upset him though. “Even when you're mad I find you completely irresistible.” You tried your best not to be affected by his words. Yet you still found your heart quickening, in your defense it was only a short while ago that this man was your boyfriend. It was only fitting that there was residual feelings even if you wished there weren't. “Let me make it up to you” he’s reaching for you once more, this time however he moves too fast for you to react. His lips smashing against yours in a heart aching kiss. 

“Kol” you mumble against his lips. Your arms rest on his chest your not sure if you wish to push him away or pull him closer. 

“I love it when you say my name” he groans as he moves his lips against your neck. You shouldn’t let this continue.

“Kol we shouldn’t-I shouldn’t” you finally managed to push him away. Or at least get him to stop kissing you. He still had you held close against her. 

“I don’t want this to get between us, I care for you shouldn’t that be all that matters?” His words gave you pause. You wish it was that easy but the ‘this’ he’s talking about is him beating up your friend's brother. You couldn’t just look past that. “If you can overlook your friends' actions towards my family, then why can’t you look over mine towards theirs?”. His question had you pausing. When he said it like that you realized just how hypocritical you had been. 

When it came to your friends you always excused their actions, even the most questionable ones, because they only did what they had to. So if you can excuse their actions maybe you could forgive Kols. “I’m not saying I condone your actions because I don’t but-” you're not even able to finish your sentence before Kol is kissing you. This time you don’t push him away. 

For now you just want to focus on the warm feeling he makes erupt in your chest. Not on how your friends are bound to react to your choice in men, but what can you do your in love. Even if he may be a criminal in their minds to you he’s just your Love.

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Petrova

summary - games were always katherine’s intentions, and as the prized possession and girlfriend of her nemesis and doppelgänger elena gilbert, she just had to have you (2.7k)

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni, fingering, cheating, swearing, slight degradation, mentions of katherine’s past

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There was one that hated your girlfriend with a deadly intent; her name was Katherine Pierce, she was a destructive vampire, who had taken much a toll on people's lives. It was her life goal to make people sufficiently miserable, for she felt the same, she had been chased for her bloodline for hundreds of years by one of the most powerful families. Her ignited hatred was directed towards Elena Gilbert, the woman that you were dating. Elena was a spark of joy in the darkness that often gloomed over Mystic Falls, she was a symbol of eternal mortality that often had your body intertwined in comfort, however there was something in regard to Katerina Petrova that made your heart rapidly beat, and your palms grow sweaty. They shared the same appearance so perhaps that could have been why you were so drawn to her, but you knew that wasn't it all alone; the aura that she carried was addictive like a drug, it was understandable how both Salvatore brothers had fallen for the promiscuous vampire, claiming to love her at times. And whilst your feelings were not that strong towards the strong immortal, lust encased you each and every time that you thought of her, even if you were in the company of your own girlfriend, of whom you were currently with.

Her locks were straight as she combed her hands through the brunette strands, she was seated by the window in her bedroom, a familiar book beholden in between her fingers as she scrawled on the pages with ink that dispersed from the black pen that she was using. Her journal. It was filled with many secrets and first hand experiences of the dangerous encounters that she faced, and most people would be driven by the darkness inside of their souls to look inside, but you were not, you assumed it was because when it boiled down to it you had your own secrets that you had no intentions to share with Elena, and that you understood that on a personal note that there were some things that people preferred to keep private. And thus, you respected the space that she needed to release her thoughts as you lay on her bed, removing your gaze so that it was aimed up at the ceiling, and allowed your mind to drift away to your own secrets. It went back to Katherine, as though she were a sickness that you just couldn't shake, and that was a rather accurate way to describe it. Admittedly you felt quite an arise of guilt as you were splayed upon your partner's bed thinking of another woman, it wasn't right nor fair.

A part of you wished that you could tell Elena the truth about how you felt, you loved her and you had no goals to hurt her in the way that expressing your dark attraction towards her doppelganger would do. She continuously compared herself to her vampire counterpart, and you didn't need to make her feel any more insecure about their relation and indifferent outer appearances than she already did, and so you sat up, dragging your eyes over to Elena again. The way that she was so invested and lost in recounting her experience was beautiful, it was as though everything, but her body had abandoned this timeline, and that she was becoming a part of the past all over again. It caused a content smile to appear on your face; she was all that you needed, and thus you stood from the bed and began to walk towards her, catching her attention. Her opal brown eyes focused on you, lifting up from the paper she had scribbled upon as she put it on the side beside her. "It's getting rather late, I think I should head out." You told her to which she stood, enclosing the space between the pair of you, unaware of why you were really leaving. The guilt was still eating away at you, and until you awoke in the morning, it would remain there, tomorrow was going to be a fresh start, you planned not to think about Katherine whatsoever.

A small crush never hurt anybody, but this was deeper than that, and would be to Elena also. The best thing to do would be shake all remnants of emotion out of the truth, and prioritise the relationship that you were currently in. Elena wound her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies closer together, and if it were in her fashion you were sure she would have pouted, but that was definitely more of a Katherine thing. "Okay." She spoke with a smile, not suspicious in the slightest which was a major relief. "I'll miss you, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at cheer practice." To put an all-consuming finale to her words, she conjoined your lips, and that was how Katerina Petrova left your mind and was diverted elsewhere in your brain. Your hand weaved into the back of her perfectly styled hair, inherently pulling her closer to rouse more passion into the kiss, ensuring that she knew that you loved her although the pair of you hadn't said those words yet. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for her, but you forbade yourself from saying such a meaningful sentiment until she was the only one that made your stomach churn and your heart coil from impact of ravenous beats.

Finally, the pair of you split apart, your lips dragging along one another's one last time until that was it. "Bye babe." Your fingers caressed her arm as you retraced your steps out from her room, descending down the stairs and out of the house, to where you saw Jeremy talking to Alaric by his truck. You sent them a wave on your way off the drive as you walked through the streets of Mystic Falls all by your lonesome; it'd have been a stupid thing for just anyone to do, however you knew of the dangers that lurked when the sun set, and to be accurate whilst it was still in the sky. Vampires had the tactical advantage of daylight rings which therefore allowed them to perform their stalking of prey whenever they wished, and they would not disintegrate to ash for it. There was a feeling tugging at your gut when you got closer to your home that you were being followed, you whipped your head around but to no avail saw anything. Either it was all in your head or whatever had an idea to pick you up for dinner knew what they were doing, you had a suspicion of the latter and thus picked up your pace, wanting to get inside to avoid a run in with a bloodsucker.

However you should have known that it would have realised that you had caught onto its almost invisible advances, and one you were about to head down the last turning to reach your home, a hand grabbed you, tugging you into the area between two houses. A tired sigh fell from your lips; you'd recognise that intoxicating perfume any day, you'd spent hours trying to get this particular vampire out of your head and when you had finally managed to do so, she chooses to track you down. "What do you want Katherine?" The brunette cocked her head at you, snickering lightly at your question, as though she were amused by interlocking two brothers to be in love with her, which she had done before. And now you were her target, she would strip you down to your very core until you were a withering servant to her heart, and make you forget all about her doppelganger. She was far more interesting anyways, and exciting and could show you far more than the small town girl that you had committed yourself to.

But you loved Elena, she was the one that you knew logically you could have a future with, rather than being on the run with for the rest of your sorry life. "I thought it was obvious," she carried a sprawled and prideful smile upon her features, as her chocolate eyes probed at you for a selfish purpose, and you felt adequately drawn into her sultry trap. And the worst thing was, you couldn't find it in yourself to be swallowing guilt, she had captured you and intermingled your essence into her deviousness, even after all of the horrid games that she had played. You should of resented everything of her entire being, considering her satire feud against your partner and friends, however her very personality beneath her traumatic past made you evoke pity for the woman.

Sighing heavily, you kept your eyes fixed, forcing them not to roll at the suspension that she purposely left you with. "You aren't getting anything from me Katherine, so knock off the act. Leave me and Elena alone, maybe occupy yourself with Damon and Stefan as you once had; you've already ruined their lives, so allow the rest of us to get on with our own." But despite your words, that wasn't what you'd ever admit that you wanted, you loved the adrenaline that you experienced when you were in her resented company, it was dangerous and exciting, and you hated that you felt addicted to it - to her. She cocked a fragrant smile once again, her irises illuminating with deviancy, which was nothing estranged from Katherine's usual self.

"I don't care about little, precious Elena," she blankly and openly stated, daring to inch closer to your personal space which you had previously accounted to be forbidden. "However I am quite enamoured with you, perhaps you'd enjoy 'spending time' with somebody who is more exhilarating than Elena." Katherine Pierce was a confident woman, and she enjoyed putting Elena in where she thought to be her place, however you couldn't cave without a dire purpose, you did love Elena... but the sweet pungency of her perfume hit your nostrils, making your brain delirious and no doubt your actions swayed by her vixen like seduction. "Come on y/n/n, live a little. I'd be pleased to be her upgraded replacement, after all, I always get what I want."

"And you want me?" You pretended to sound astounded, an aghast facade of shock exhibiting across your face as your brows drew wearingly together. But you weren't nervous about Katherine's actions, you wanted to have control over your own, to be stubborn against her effective persuasion. Too many had fallen victim to her cunning sexual appeal, and whilst you couldn't fault them to the magnetising tug that she pulled them in with as you were conditioned with the same plague, you couldn't do that out of not only the respect that you held towards those you cared for, but yourself as well. But your body fought aggressively against your rationalising mind, desiring to be dangerously closer to the immortal woman before you.

"I haven't been vacant about that fact," she once again moved closer, her face directly before yours, "and I can't blame myself. I've always loved the chase after a beautiful woman, but the time is up and the game is finally over, because Elena or no Elena, I will take what I want, just like she did with the Salvatores." She was using the mention of Damon and Stefan to bait you, you remembered watching them pine after your girlfriend and it awoke a fuse within your human soul. Jealousy, you shared the feeling of which the vampire in your eye line held for your relationship with her soft natured doppelgänger, and it brewed a heavy weight in your chest. She had you exactly where she had intended, and she took it as her vast opportunity to whisk her face significantly closer, brushing her poisonous lips against your own.

"Then prove it Katherine." The sin washed over you, and before you knew it your body was against the uncomfortable brick wall behind you, her mouth practically devouring your own. And you hated to pursue such a cheat, but Katherine always had a point, no matter how cruel and satire it was to be. Your heart patted in your vulnerable body like a blood induced marathon, and the monster in disguise could hear every beat, and it only aroused her slyness farther. It would be sensible and a control of your morals to stop kissing her, but the way her hands massaged your hips had you squirming in conjunction to pressing your thighs together that were trapped from a sexual relief.

It was her intention to prove everything to you, and your muse of a body, she could sense through all of her versatile abilities that she was driving you stirringly insane. "I told you I get exactly what I want." She hissed from the barricade of your clashing teeth, her hands creeping inwards and creeping up to the button of your jeans, expertly zipping down its metallic fly. You were already wet, and although she knew already knew due to her stern direction of scent, it held no comparison to feeling your wetness drizzle wantonly down her fingers that had discovered the inside of your underwear.

She twirled her experienced digits around your folds, before drifting upwards to your sensitive clit, that yearned for attention every time that the enemy that shared an appearance with your girlfriend was near. "Fuck." You whimpered, throwing your head back and resting it on the neighbourhood architecture, pouting when she decided to neglect your rosey bud of pleasure, however she had no discern to uphold the desperate contact that she shared with you. Instead she travelled further between your spasming thighs, drifting the length of her finger through your wet entrance, and it easily glided inside.

"I doubt Elena has ever had you like this, holding pretty tears in your eyes." She taunted you, smirking wickedly when she added another within your walls, picking up the pace in which she fucked you with them. You wanted to bite back, yell or scream a phrase of argument, but your current predicament proved otherwise. You grew closer to the overwhelming edge, your head growing delirious, and you realised that you had never been pushed towards an orgasm so fast in such little time. "Cum for me y/n, you know you want to." It was impossible to do anything but obey the dominant brunette, and thus you followed suit of her words, your cunt clenching tightly around her two fingers as you reached your blissful landing upon your orgasm.

A few minutes passed before she retracted her fingers from within you, your mind continuing to be hazy for a long and silent moment, and you missed witnessing Katherine feeding herself from your juices that had spilled over her fingers. As you opened your eyes despite the dreary wash of endorphins that stunned your mind, reality came crashing down, and you ushered a distance from Katerina Petrova, your hands grasping at the realisation that appeared to be in your hair follicles. "Shit! Elena..." You were a cheater, as bad as Katherine back when she toyed with the brothers that had been poised as her puppets, and you had fallen as her prey.

"It's okay, it can be our little secret. And so can next time." She agonisingly attempted to comfort you, reaching her hand up to grab at your face, however this time you didn't hesitate to slap it away, overcome with guilt that should have stopped you from swaying along with her ploy of getting in your pants, and intently your heart. "No." You ushered back at her, imposing a state of redress upon yourself as you recoiled with disgust at yourself. "It shouldn't have happened, and it won't ever happen again." But the traitorous villain before you had the feeling that you were telling a lie, as she had told many in the span of over 500 long and disturbed years whilst she ran away from those that wished to hunt her. They were bigger predators, Originals, but you were merely a human, and the target of a spiteful vampire that would take everything she wanted.

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can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader

↳ When Klaus first saw you in the Mystic Grill. He was instantly in love, he thought you were the most beautiful woman his ever seen.

↳ Soon later he began following you around. Following you home, to school, and while you shop. Wherever you where he was there. Yet, he never once approached you he just kept a safe distance. He justified his actions as protecting you.

↳ He even compelled your guardian/roommate to invite him into your house so he’ll be able to keep a eye on you at night. He’ll sneak into your room and watch you sleep. He was mesmerized with every little the about you.

↳ He left little gifts in your room like jewelry, clothes, perfume, and more. You’ll wake up in the morning and see a bouquet of roses with a emerald necklace beside the roses.

↳ Of course you were terrified by someone being in your house without you knowing, yet you were determined to find out who was leaving you these gifts. When you went to question your (compelled) guardian/roommate who told you it was from a man named Klaus. You had feeling it was that guy you kept seeing everywhere you go. You knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence that he was always at the same place as you.

↳ So one day when you were out shopping you saw him in the same alley as you so you decided to approach him. You were cautious to not come off too aggressively since you didn’t know him at all and didn’t know how he’ll react so simply asked him if he was stalking you.

↳ He couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was relieved that you were the first to approach him even if you were accusing him of being a stalker (which he is). He simply explained he just wanted to take you on a date but didn’t know how to ask you. And that’s how your relationship began.

↳ Klaus is impulsive so your relationship with him moves very fast. He isn’t used to caring for someone or having someone care for him so he needs constant reassurance that you’ll never leave him.

↳ He says ' I love you ' early into the relationship and if you don’t say you love him or even think about expect him blow up on you. He’ll accuse you of not caring for him or wanting to leave him. Which you have to shut down the accusations quick unsure of what he’ll do when his angry.

↳ Klaus is extremely jealous and obsessive. His desperate for you attention and your giving your attention to someone else he won’t hesitate to kill the poor soul who dared to intrude in your relationship. Even if it’s a close friend of your he wouldn’t think twice to compel them to end their friendship with you so you’ll run back to him.

↳ He has what seems like hundreds of paintings and drawings of you. Some of them you were posing and majority of the paintings were something he did in his free time since he couldn’t get you off his mind.

↳ The secret of him being a hybrid came out, you couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. And it didn’t help that you found out by Damon and Stefan telling you all about the terrifying thing Klaus has done and why you should stay away from him.

↳ You confronted him about everything expect him to manipulate you into thinking him being a hybrid is a good thing and that all those people his hurt deserved it. He’ll go on to tell that he will always be able to protect you no matter what.

↳ When he went after Stefan and Damon for trying break the two of you apart, he would have killed the two brothers if it wasn’t for Elijah telling him otherwise.

↳ After this incident he demanded you move in with him. He wanted you to depend on him for you every need. Whenever you need or want something he wants you to always come to him for anything. And he won’t hesitate to use your weaknesses or fear to get whatever he wants from him.

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Being a mikaelson and dating Stefan

Nobody saw it coming, especially both of you.

The Relationship shouldn't work but somehow it does work.

At First you kept the Relationship a secret given the tension between both of your families but it doesn't stay a secret for long

When Damon found out he lost his shit, He reminded His brother of all the stuff the originals had done to them.

Elena tried to convince Stefan that you were planning something and just toying with him but Stefan ignored them.

Your whole family found the whole situation Hilarious especially Klaus and Kol they constantly teased you and also messed with Damon.

Elijah is protective over his family so when he found out he politely reminded Stefan what would happen if Stefan hurt you.

Your sister Rebekah is the only one that really understood it given her constant want for love.

Klaus promised he would leave Stefan alone as long as Stefan behaved and did not cause him any problems

You’re the more jealous out of you two especially about Elena given their whole mess of a past Relationship.

Edited - 20/06/2024

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Fandom List for Kinktober

Tomorrow (Kdrama)

The Glory (Kdrama)

Call of Duty MW2

Demon Slayer

Resident Evil

Twilight (yes I know...I went back for my mans Paul and Seth😘)

One Chicago

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

One Piece (Anime/Live Action)

Avengers

Deadpool and Wolverine

The Walking Dead

Supernatural

Kpop Groups

Many More...

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