#but elijahs fine 4 now

[the-deceived-deceiver]

The name Joan is so nice

Shoutout to all the Joan's out there bcz your name is good

@moonliight-2onata

@babkastein

⬆️ Super cool Joan's you should follow, btw...

[klausysworld]

Hey so i was wondering if maybe you could possibly write me a smutty story with Klaus like about how even though he turned me made me a hybrid or vampire now he still wants to celebrate my birthday? My birthday is on the 29th of August so its literally 4 days away id love that

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.

Turning wasn't something I had intended to do or wanted really, it was out of necessity that Klaus had given me his blood and it was an accident that I died with it in my system.

Klaus had convinced me to complete the transition, promising to be there with me and for me throughout the highs and lows of vampirism.

In all fairness, he had been with me but sometimes the lows were really low. Especially when it came round to my supposed to be birthday. However I was never going to get older again, there was no point in blowing out some silly candles and making a wish that would never come true. I couldn't celebrate that I was a year closer to any major life event or be able to talk about stupid things like a slight pay rise as I get older.

So when I woke up, and checked to see the dreaded date, I didn't bother getting out of bed. Well not until I felt an arm round my waist, pulling me back against a firm body. My eyes cracked open when his deep voice rumbled from behind my ear.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He muttered, a kiss pressed to the back of my ear and then my cheek before I was rolled over to face him. My face was level with his as he brushed the tip of his nose over mine and I groaned.

"Can we just not?" I mumbled, my voice croaky from sleep but I knew he got it as his brows pulled together and his eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the edges.

"No, we definitely will." He argued, his face returning to relaxed again as he pecked my lips. "Believe it or not but we all still celebrate our birthdays, Rebekah insists upon it."

"Were calendars even a thing back then?" I ask, still just about coherent and he hummed.

"No...but we had our ways to know...or perhaps we simply chose our birthdays a few years down the line. Nevertheless we celebrate and I refuse to let you go without." He whispered, kissing my temple and offering a smile.

"I've been here ages and haven't seen any of your birthdays, you're lying." I murmured, eyes narrowed.

"Well..." He sighed, a click to his tongue. "We celebrate as often as we can, the past couple months or so have been very complicated to say the least."

"Fine but I better see you with a birthday hat and badge on- when was your birthday?" I question and he sighed.

"March time. Doesn't matter, it isn't about me. This is about you. Now come, the festivities have only just began." He teased before both arms were hoisting me up and over his shoulder like a rag doll making me whine.

"Klaus!" I squirmed but only for a second, I wasn't awake enough to fight him. His hand patted my ass playfully as he carried me out of our room, making my body tense but he shushed me.

"I won't let anyone see this pretty little behind of yours." He chuckled, bringing me down the stairs and spinning me round and placing me on the breakfast stool. My head spun a little, attempting to adjust as a warm plate was placed in front of me by a softly smiling Elijah.

"Congratulations on your birthday, Y/N." He uttered, keeping his voice quiet which I appreciated before Rebekah's voice bellowed out.

"For christs sake Elijah! Just say normal things like 'happy birthday'!" She tutted, rolling her eyes and dropping down beside me. "Happy birthday, darling. It'll be spectacularly, I guarantee." She grinned and I could feel the dread forming as I pushed a smile to my face and bit the end of some bacon to keep my mouth preoccupied so I wouldn't have to find any words to keep the magic of my fantastic birthday alive.

Klaus's hand ruffled my hair, his chuckle a distant sound in the air as he left the room. My head turned to find him but Rebekah was nudging my side.

"Don't look, he's going to get your presents. Keep eating, and try to contain your excitement." She practically bounced beside me, smile brighter than ever as she pulled out a party horn and blew it in my face.

Just seconds later an elastic band snapped under my chin, a card hat on top my head and Hayley kissing my cheek before catching my ear. "Just go with it, it'll get better." She whispered and I listened.

By the time I had finished my breakfast, Klaus was behind me.

I had just slipped off the stool, Elijah had already taken my plate and when I turned around there was an array of differently shaped and sized presents wrapped and displayed across the room. Klaus standing infront of them, slowly coming towards me with a hand outstretched.

I took it after a second and let him lead me over, arms going round me from behind as he lifted the first gift to my hands. "Please...just enjoy yourself." He whispered, nose in my neck.

Presents took a while. By the end I couldn't be upset. Klaus knew me like an open book and had hit every mark possible. Bringing me to tears several times with extra special gifts.

Which was why my face was buried in his chest, eyes closed and fingers curled around his henley as he kissed the top of my head.

I found myself back upstairs soon after, stripped bare and soaking peacefully in the bathtub whilst Rebekah and Hayley yelled through the next room, going on about the party they had planned.

The dress Rebekah had designed fit like a glove and I couldn't deny how beautiful I felt in it, especially once the girls had done my hair and makeup.

"Everything's perfect." Bekah uttered, hands fixing the last few strands and checking the hairspray had set.

"Klaus is gonna go crazy." Hayley whistled and my eyes rolled though a smile pulled at my face.

They were right too, he was all over me as soon as I got to the bottom of the staircase. Lips kissing mine and hands on my hips, gripping them like he usually does in the depths of our room.

"Happy birthday, my love." He whispered and I hummed before adjusting his bowtie.

"You are adorable when you dress up." I teased and he smirked.

"You may never cease to surprise me with your...unique compliments for me." He chuckled and I hummed, kissing him again.

"Lets go dance." I whispered and he shook his head with a grin.

"Birthday toasts, my love." He told me and I groaned softly as I pulled him over to where everyone was spinning each other around happily. He relented of course and gave into a few dances before pulling me onto the stair case and having me held to his side whilst he toasted my birthday before his siblings and Hayley followed. All expressing their appreciation and love for me.

It was quite lovely actually. I was glad to have celebrated my birthday when I hugged each of them before we all got back on the floor.

So many people had brought me gifts, said such kind words and I had to wonder if they were compelled but I didn't even care by the end of the day when Klaus had me held against the wall. Mouth on my neck, sucking his beautiful marks into my skin and hands bunching up my dress.

I could still hear the music and chatter of guests just a wall over as his fingers stroked their way up my thighs. I could feel the warmth spreading through my body. I clung onto his suit jacket, tugging relentlessly with need as I tried to contain the moans that clawed up my throat.

A gasp escaped me as his teeth bit my skin, not his vampire teeth but his human ones. Not quite making me bleed but still breaking the skin.

I tried to pull him closer, my legs pulling at his waist letting me feel how hard he was against me.

"Oh god" I breathed, my eyes looking down quickly but all I could see was dress as he ground himself against me.

"You have no idea how badly I want to take you right now." He whispered and I moaned softly.

"God..yes, do it." I begged and he hummed.

"Not yet...you need your gift." He muttered before he was holding the backs of my thighs tightly. I glanced at him, confused before groaning softly as he got down to his knees and placed both my legs over his shoulders.

"Klaus..." I whispered as his head was completely covered by the skirt of my dress.

Despite not being able to see him, there was absolutely no doubt he was there as the heat of his treasured mouth kissed my wetness through my thong. God he was good, he was always so good.

If euphoria were a person, it would be Klaus.

He knew exactly what to do, how to touch, how to love me so good that I love myself too.

My hands pressed to the walls around and my head went back to rest. He was pure heat between my legs and he made my legs shake against my will.

"One day you're gonna really kill me." I whispered, my words a blur as I felt my back arch off of the wall behind. I could feel his lips move against my cunt as he mumbled something back. The wet vibrations of his mouth making my insides twist delightfully. "God- fuck!" I cried as he chuckled, only adding to the intensity.

A laugh escaped him whilst he pulled his face away though my dress still hid him from my view.

"You'll alert the whole party if you keep screaming sweetheart." He reminded and I nodded in acknowledgment. My mouth closed in an attempt to muffle my sounds as the warm touch of his fingers stroked my pussy tauntingly.

I felt blood pool my mouth when my fangs sunk into my own tongue in time with his fingers plunging inside me. He made my nails penetrate my palms; a shiver to run down my spine.

My mind drew a blank at the methodic pump of his fingers, each curl and stroke hitting so unbelievably perfect that I seemed to be falling apart before he'd truly even started.

His laugh was amused and teasing as my legs were dropped to his waist where both his hands grabbed my thighs.

"I'm very serious when I tell you that the entirety of next door just heard you my love." He grinned before lifting my as he got to his feet and carried me to our room.

I was dropped to the bed with a soft thud, his body covering me like a blanket would as he nuzzled beneath my ear. "You know...I sincerely considered wearing a ribbon for you, my love." He murmured making me giggle at the idea.

"Oh yeah? Where would you have worn it?" I teased, my hands lifting to cup his face; my thumbs brushing over his stubble. "What part of you would I have gotten to unwrap." I whispered and a soft rumble travelled through his body.

No words left him as I felt my dress be tugged, a quick rough tug which caused a loud tear to sound through the room. I didn't have to look to know the extent of his damage, the cool air spreading down my front told me enough. His hands pulled the loose material away, leaving me completely bare beneath him. Open to him in all ways.

"Must you always break things?" I whined, despite not truly being annoyed.

"Oh love. I don't break things, I ruin them." He uttered, his words sharp on his tongue as his calloused hand stroked the side of my face. "Now lay back, my love, and let me ruin you."

I knew it wasn't a question but a demand and a demand that shot straight to my core.

The silence rang as I laid back, head against the pillows.

I accepted my fate wholeheartedly, and under no circumstances would I even consider skipping out on my birthday next year if I knew this was coming.

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You have no idea how sorry I am for this being so god damn late. I know it’s not my best, I hope it’s still something that can make you smile even just a little bit @nerdygamer829

[eepwtf]

⌖ BOT DUMP—RIBBED MUSIC FOR THE NUMB GENERATION INSPIRED BOTS ₊ SHE WANTS REVENGE BOTS ⌖

𓇳 DISC #1

───#1 ⋮ STRIPPER ⸝⸝⸝ QUINN FABRAY

❝The way you move, i’m in the mood. Tease the crowd, please the crowd.❞

───#2 ⋮ MY VAMPIRE ⸝⸝⸝ DAMON SALVATORE

❝My vampire, my vampire's fine, my vampire, my vampire's okay.❞

───#3 ⋮ RIGHT AND RIGHT AGAIN ⸝⸝⸝ QUINN FABRAY

❝I like Mondays now, your weak and weeded out.❞

───#4 ⋮ TRASH THE RENTAL ⸝⸝⸝ DEAN WINCHESTER

❝Trash it, trash it. It's just a rental.❞

───#5 ⋮ IM NOT COOL ⸝⸝⸝ KLAUS MIKAELSON

❝I wanted you there's no way back, got a destructive appetite.❞

───#6 ⋮ WEEKENDER ⸝⸝⸝ BLAIR WALDORF

❝And did you think i was just for the weekend? Like something you could just hold down and go?❞

───#7 ⋮ PLEASURES OF SOHO ⸝⸝⸝ CATE DUNLAP

❝Give me your attention, i'll show you all the pleasures of Soho, give me your worst intentions.❞

───#8 ⋮ NO REGRETS ⸝⸝⸝ KOL MIKAELSON

❝Tame me, i want a test. Tame me, i’ll have no regrets.❞

───#9 ⋮ 1724 ⸝⸝⸝ CATE DUNLAP

❝With your lips on top of mine, and your blonde hair and blue eyes.❞

𓇳 DISC #2

───#1 ⋮ RED FLAGS AND LONG NIGHTS ⸝⸝⸝ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

❝You can occupy my every sigh, you can rent the space inside my mind.❞

─── #2 ⋮ THESE THINGS ⸝⸝⸝ KAI PARKER

❝Says i'm a bad man, she's locking me out. It's 'cause of these things, it's 'cause of these things.❞

───#3 ⋮ I DONT WANT TO FALL IN LOVE ⸝⸝⸝ KATHERINE PIERCE

❝Right face wrong time, she's sweet. (But I don't wanna fall in love).❞

───#4 ⋮ OUT OF CONTROL ⸝⸝⸝ ELENA GILBERT

❝This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in, or maybe it's only you.❞

───#5 ⋮ TEAR YOU APART ⸝⸝⸝ DEAN WINCHESTER

❝I want to hold you close soft breasts, beating heart as I whisper in your ear: i want to fucking tear you apart.❞

───#6 ⋮ SHE LOVES ME, SHE LOVES ME NOT ⸝⸝⸝ KLAUS MIKAELSON

❝I saw you only yesterday, we shared a smile, then went our separate ways.❞

ps… i wanted to do christmas bots but got sidetracked… (as we can tell) honestly after watching gossip girl and the song “stripper” came out in an ep i wanted to do this. but i’m still trying to make some christmas’s bots!

[clawbehavior]

Fic ending tag game

Rules: post the last sentence/s from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine)!

With thanks to @uhhhhmanda for the inspo!

10. elevator troubles

‘tell me what you’re thinking,’ yohan says, taking gaon into his arms. his mouth is soft and unsure. 

‘that i love you,’ gaon says, resting his hands on yohan’s biceps, ‘and since we’re doing this, let’s do it right.’

‘no min jungho tomorrow?’ yohan says after a moment, voice raspy. he could never say it back but he said it with his body and actions all the time.

‘not now. soon,’ gaon answers. with yohan by his side, it was only a matter of time.

9. i'm lost around you, under a spell; when i found you, i lost myself

in all those scenarios, he came home to yohan, who was happy to see him. ‘you’re right. i could be anything in bern, but there’s only one thing i want to be.’ he smiles up at yohan.

‘what’s that?’ yohan asks fondly.

‘yours,’ says gaon and kisses him.

8. til kingdom come

kang yohan remembers all of this when he cradles kim gaon’s broken body in the destroyed office, first in horror, then in rage.

7. the second coming [WIP]

through the sound of metal groaning, he hears a door slam, then heavy booted footsteps approaching the car. his side of the car.

gaon-ah, he thinks, not looking away from his beloved son when the driver's door is wrenched open. i love you. my precious son. i love you, before blade meets throat and his blood sprays across the car and slices across his son's permanently smiling face.

6. even gods can't change the past

yohan doesn't say anything. doesn't reach out when gaon stands up to leave. doesn't call out to him when he exits the bedroom, doesn't stop him from going.

yohan’s final gift is to peaceably let gaon leave.

5. everything everywhere all at once

'but, you only need one little push to make people realize that they have collective power --’ his eyes glow brightly ‘-- one spark.'

‘what’s the project called?’ gaon asks calmly into the silence after this revelation. yohan strokes gaon’s pulse points with his thumbs and smiles.

‘it’s called the live court.’

4. my heart is going back to you, i just don't know [WIP]

after isaac’s death, when yohan became the keeper of the mansion, he had most rooms covered to preserve them from dust. the other areas were the ones ms. ji cleaned routinely. besides bedrooms, bathrooms, the kitchen, there was yohan’s study, elijah’s art gallery, and for some reason, yohan had added the parlor room to ms. ji’s list. it was the same reason as to why he occupied the desk that he had been whipped over as child, and the master bedroom that was haunted by his father’s miasmic hatred -- because being close to his roots reminded yohan of his true purpose. of his monstrous self. it was his way of disciplining himself.

he takes gaon to that room. 

3. dreams shall come true

'how exquisite,' he says, withdrawing his fingers, eyes turning black with lust. 'kim pansanim is a virgin who enjoys anal.'

2. at first there were two [WIP]

for more than ten years, i believed you killed my parents , the letter begins. yohan’s fingers tremble. then, gaon came along.

yohan reads the letter quickly but intently until he reaches the three words at the end. then he puts his head in his hands and cries.

1. lost and found [collab fic 🤗]

Kang Yohan will never lose Kim Gaon again.

tagging with no pressure to play + opening it to other writers @killerandhealerqueen @mid-n0vember @godotismissingx @tenderlywicked @jehan-d-art

[uhhhhmanda]

Fic ending tag game

Rules: post the last sentence/s from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine)!

Tagged by @gaylilsherlock!!!!

10. Back to you (extended cut)

“You’re still you. I’m still me.”

“That’s all you need?”

Yohan smiled. “That’s all I need.”

9. Back to you

“I missed you,” he moaned. “I missed you so much.”

Gaon felt hot tears on his collarbone and his own throat tightened. He stroked Yohan’s hair.

“It’s OK. It’s OK. I’ll always come back.”

8. Overheard

“What will you do to me in the morning?” he wondered out loud.

“Whatever you want,” said Yohan.

7. Two of Them

Part 1:

“Thirteen months, one week, and five days,” she said, without lifting her head. “I have that long to decide whether I evict you all on that day or if I move out on that day.”

“We’ll behave,” said Yohan.

Yagob opened his mouth to refuse but Gaon covered his mouth and shook his head.

“If you don’t,” hissed Elijah, “I’ll bring Margaux and Faiza over and give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Part 2:

“Next time I’m in the middle,” panted Garam.

“Have mercy on our ahjussi,” said Gaon.

“No mercy,” moaned Yohan.

The twins laughed at him.

6. Sugar Baby

“The next time you go to a gala will you take me with you again?”

“That’s not exactly a hardship, Judge Oh.”

“But this time I want you to be my wing man and introduce me to all the sexy widows and heiresses.”

Now it was Yohan’s turn to grin brilliantly. “I would be delighted,” he said.

5. Girl talk

Not five minutes later, Yohan ruined the afterglow by announcing, “You know, girls can have multiple orgasms.”

4. Proxy

“Good?” asked Gaon.

“Good,” Yohan confirmed, smiling.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, by the way.”

“Does that mean you want to do it again?”

“No,” said Gaon, almost laughing.

“Oh good,” sighed Yohan.

3. From drought to flood, so obscene

“Even under the influence,” the chief added, quickly. His smile turned warm and appraising. “You're really nothing like my brother.”

“Well — good,” stammered Gaon. “Because I don’t think we can go back to anything like before.”

“I wouldn’t want to if we could,” the chief replied.

2. In the sunlight

Elijah faulted every photo. In one, her eyes were closed. In another, the baby was coughing and her eyes were bugging out of her head. In one, Yohan wasn’t looking at the camera because he was staring at Gaon with a besotted look. In another, Gaon was smiling ‘too big’, making his nose scrunch and his eyes squint. One of the pictures was ‘disgusting’ because Yohan and Gaon were kissing.

Gaon found every photo adorable, so he sent them all to Jinjoo and Nanny.

1. Pretty Savage

Elijah scratched under Yohan’s chin and grinned slyly. “Will you be eating at the table today instead of next to Kkomi on the floor?”

Yohan growled, but it sounded rather human and had no heat behind it.

I am tagging anyone who wants to play!!!

[mikaelsonstanaccount]

Klonnie Weekend Day 3: Trapped

(Ight y'all stick with me. I provided pictures so that y'all could see my vision. This is a human au btw)

Bonnie and Klaus quickly rushed through the Salvatore mansion, looking for a quick place to hide. The cops had shown up to bust a party so everyone had to scatter before they even made it inside. Bonnie quickly snatched open the door to one of the many bedrooms and shut it. She turned the ceiling light off and opted to turn on a lamp instead. Klaus held in a laugh as he shook his head. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to see if they could hear any radio chatter. He assumed they were far enough away to be safe. They managed to make it up to the top floor and down to the end of the hall without drawing attention.

“Hear anything?” Bonnie whispered as he held his hand up. “I think we should be good.” Klaus smiled as he looked at her. She crossed her arms as she looked at him. Bonnie didn’t really want to come to the party but she let her boyfriend talk her into it. It was those damn blue eyes. She knew that parties at the Salvatore mansion got busted because the Salvatore’s lived in an uppity neighborhood. “Oh come on baby, It’s not like the cops caught us.” Klaus said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I know but I can hear the news now. ‘Mayor’s daughter busted at the infamous Salvatore party house.’ I really don’t want to hear my dad’s mouth about it either.” Bonnie pouted as she crossed her arms. 

“I know I know but I promised we wouldn’t get caught and we won’t” He grinned as he looked at her. He leaned in to press kisses to her lips, knowing that it always calmed her down. “Fine I guess.” She sighed against his lips before kissing back. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled her closer. She gently pushed away from him, shaking her head. “Nope, not while the cops are looking for people in obvious hiding spots.” She hummed before looking up at him. “Fine, fine, How about we find something to do in here.” Klaus said as he looked around the room for anything to do. He saw a closet in the corner and he opened it to see multiple board games hidden inside.  He pulled out a deck of uno cards before smirking at her. 

“Wanna get your ass kicked in Uno?” He hummed as he walked towards her and sat on the ground. “Fine, you’re on but be prepared to lose.” Bonnie shrugged as she looked at him. He began to pass the cards out between the two of them and he looked at his hand before looking at her. “Rules?” He asked as she looked at her hand as well. “Normal Uno, that means no stacking draw 2’s on top of draw 4’s” Bonnie said as Klaus pressed his hand to his chest. “You want to play the wrong way I see.” He said before letting her go first. 

After about an hour or so of playing Uno Bonnie let out a sigh before laying on her back. “I’m officially bored Klaus…what other games are there?” She asked as she looked over at him. He stood up and looked back at the closet before pulling out a few options. “There is The Game of Life, Monopoly, Azul, Scrabble-” Klaus started before she sat up and pointed at him. “Oooo bring scrabble! Also The Game of Life. I remember kicking ass in that game when I was younger.” Bonnie said as she sat up again. Klaus gave her a look before shaking his head and laughing. “What’s so funny, chuckles?” Bonnie asked as she crossed her arms. 

“Beating Grams in a board game when you were a kid doesn’t count as kicking ass. It was either let you win or deal with a pouty child.” Klaus teased as Bonnie pouted. “I will have you know that I was a very emotionally intelligent 8 year old and did not pout when I lost games.” She said, matter of factly. “Okay, we’ll play that first, since you wanna lose so bad.” Klaus smirked as he sat down with three different games in his hands. “Azul? What’s that?” She asked as she picked up the box. “It’s a really cool tile game. Elijah brought it home from his trip back home. He said he played it with our cousins and loved it.” Klaus said as he looked at her. “Plus we played a few rounds just the two of us and it was pretty nice.” He smiled before setting up the Game of Life.

After almost an hour of playing Klaus was far ahead of Bonnie. “I think you are cheating.” Bonnie said as she crossed her arms, “I am not. I just know how to prioritize.” He boasted as she rolled her eyes again. “That or cheating.” She repeated as he rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m sensing a lot of jealousy.” He teased before she threw a spare card at him. “Hey, you’re the one who sucks.” Klaus laughed before Bonnie grabbed the pieces and began to put them away. “Oops the board was ruined, guess we gotta start on a new game.” Bonnie shrugged as Klaus fell back with laughter. Once he finally calmed down he grabbed Azul and sat it between them. 

Bonnie was still confused after listening to Klaus explainthe rules, though she’d never admit it. She just nodded and looked at her board, assuming she’d understand it on her own. Once they started playing she started to understand more through watching him. He was clearly taking it easy on her and she wanted to play that to her advantage. After a while she began to easily win without him even noticing. “What does it mean when I cover all my patterns?” Bonnie asked in the fourth round before he looked at her dumbfounded. “What do you mean?” He asked before he looked at her board. Bonnie had managed to cover every square. “I guess  it means you’ve won.” Klaus smiled before leaning in to peck her lips.

“Granted it was because I was taking it easy on you, I will consider it a solid win.” He hummed before he leaned in and kissed her again. Bonnie heard the door open and she quickly pulled away, thinking it was the cops. She was fully prepared to explain that all they were doing was playing games before she was face to face with Stefan. “Oh…you two are still here?” He asked, completely confused. Most of the people from the party had managed to scatter, including Stefan. “Yeah? Why?” Klaus asked before he looked around. He could see the sun peeking through the curtains before Bonnie grabbed her phone and looked at the time. “Holy shit it's 7 am.” Bonnie said as she checked her missed calls and messages. Only a few from her friends but thankfully none from her father. Klaus quickly stood up and helped Bonnie up.

“We should be on our way then. Have fun Stef.” Klaus smiled as Stefan rolled his eyes and waved them off. Bonnie thanked her lucky stars that she still lived on campus. Klaus began to drive her to his place, wanting to change before they had to drive to meet her dad. “So, should we attempt to get at least an hour nap in before we get on the road or should we just get on the road?” He asked as Bonnie looked out the window. “We can afford a three hour nap but we have to be on the road by 11:30 and take the shortcuts to get to my dad’s place in time for lunch.” Bonnie mumbled as she closed her eyes to try and get some sleep now.

[genevievemd]

Hello all. I’ve risen from the dead!

I was thinking about McRam today and thought I’d give yall an update on what I HC they’re up to right now (since I still had things planned out for this time — actually I have a lot still in the planned out timeline lol)

As of October, Gen is officially a NYT Best Seller. She got her first book offer a couple months into her pregnancy and the book was published and printed in the beginning of October (said book is somewhere in my master list, I think under MC Monday)

she’s appeared on a few morning shows, including GMA to talk about it!

She and Ethan now share a publicist.

Ethan is still CoM and surprisingly still enjoying it — especially the set hours, he’s able to spend a lot more time with his daughter. He’s been offered a chance to teach at Harvard Med part time, but hasn’t taken the offer yet. He does teach a lecture or skills lab at the hospital to the interns once a month. To make sure they still have the fear of god in them like the good old days lol

Our sweet Lizzie is about to turn 4 months old this week! And have her very first Christmas!

Gen is still on maternity leave, headed back in the new year. Ethan has just returned from his paternity leave.

Idk if I mentioned it over this past year but McRam did move into a bigger apartment (in the same complex) during G’s pregnancy

Alan had a heart attack I believe in September? It’s in my notes somewhere, he’s fine.

Health aside, Alan is loving being a grandpa and Beverley is honored to be considered Lizzie’s grandma

He and Bev moved in together over the summer. They have no plans to remarry but do plan to spend the rest of their lives together.

Tobias and Camila had their second kid in July, a baby girl. I’m pretty sure I named her Margaret.

I never mentioned it — I don’t think — but they did get married. They went to the courthouse

Aurora and Ben are engaged! Planning a wedding for next year.

Sienna and Casey are pregnant finally! (After a MC earlier this past year)

Kyra and her wife Bea are in the process of moving to Italy, semi-permanently. And thinking about IVF or adoption

Raf is still in Brazil. Loving his life there.

Bryce and Natalie are enjoying life with an almost one year old! And moved into a townhome a year ago!

Jackie is still single and loving it! I have always planned for her to be single forever, and she’s 100% happy with that choice. She has relationships here and there but she’s happy single and focused on medicine.

Elijah and Phoebe are living together, he’s looking into a research position at the Mayo Clinic

Naveen is enjoying being a psuedo-grandpa to Lizzie Ramsey. And he still works on a limited, semi-retired schedule.

Gen’s mother, Marie moved to Boston earlier this year (or last year I can’t remember which) after her divorce for Gen’s father, she lives in the basement in-law apartment of Bryce and Natalie’s house

Henry and Clara are happy in Portland, thinking about having a third and final child.

Robert is still single, but getting to know his daughter, Ashely. He and Marie are getting along swimmingly these days.

Gen, Aurora, Tobias and Baz are still making up the diagnostics team and solving cases!

And one final note, McRam is returning Miami in January! Gen is going to be a keynote speaker and talk about the team and her book! Lizzie is going with them, Ethan is there as a support for his wife and nothing more and he’s never been happier about it.

That the update for yall! Happy holidays ❤️

[thepianomanonbway]

[There was a knock at Tom's door, Elijah was bouncing on his heels, just wearing some comfy pants and a (admittedly on the fancier side) silk shirt that he usually slept in.]

Tom..?

- Elijah ☆ ( @eli-krantz )

[ooc: it may be quarter past 4 but its fine smile]

[Tom rushed to answer the door, he himself was in a t-shirt and sweats. He opened the door, smile already spilling over his features at seeing Eli.]

Elijah, hi. Its good to see you. [Tom looked over him a moment before catching himself, stepping aside] Come in, please. Julia and Leo are out right now. I've told them you're coming over but they wont be back for a bit anyways.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Taste of sin - Part 4 Klaus

Taste of sin - Kol calls Elijah to help prevent Silas's return instead Elijah falls. Klaus cleans up after Kol's rampage and attempts to deal with a new world.

Set TVD Season 4 Episode 13

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Klaus lays Kol on the floor gently after a few moments and stares, his last brother left, the one he had half mourned before he realised the truth.

Kol hadn’t fought when he daggered him, his little brother was never that subdued, it was why he had always needed Elijah’s help before.

‘Lijah, Kol had sounded so young and lost, Klaus would be lying if he didn’t feel the same but he cou;dn’t allow himself anymore of that.

Elijah was gone, Kol and Rebekah were all he had left, they were his responsibility. First he needed to get free of the barrier, get Kol somewhere safe, clear up Kol’s latest rampage and the sheet covered body dragged his eyes back to it.

He needed to deal with that, give his brother the proper respect instead of leaving him on the dirty floor.

He died alone because of you. A voice that sounded like Mikael hissed. Klaus swallowed and ran a hand over Kol’s chest to remind himself he still had one brother, he couldn’t let himself fall into despair, he’d be letting Elijah down if he didn’t make sure their family was safe.

Besides he’d make sure Elijah wasn’t alone again, Klaus already had a coffin-

A phone alert dragged his attention from his morbid thoughts and he moved his hand to pull a phone from Kol’s pocket.

He stared at the notifications of a dozen failed calls to Elijah, what had drawn Kol to the Gilberts house and the realisation that Elijah phone had likely burned with him and no one would ever get thought to him.

Never hear his voice again.

He cleared his throat, the sound loud in the silence of the house, to fight the sudden tightness, ignored the passcode to enter a number to know off by heart and waited as it rung.

“Hello?” came the voice after several moment.

“Hello Stefan, would you put Miss Bennet on?” he asked nicely, thinking of Elijah’s insistence on manners.

“What do you want?”

“I told you, Bonnie.” he replied simply as he noticed the Gilbert’s floor was ruined, first burnt and now with the blood soaking into it.

Burning it down would be doing them a favour.

“Klaus.” Stefan hissed quietly, but Klaus caught his name being echoed in confusion, one of the voices being his sister’s.

He smothered the flare of panic at Rebekah being alone with Elijah’s murderers, clearly they never told her the change of circumstance of whose death allowed them to find the cure, so she was safe as long as she was working with them. He curled his fist and took a breath at the betrayal and let it out slowly, still her being there gave him leverage.

“Break the spell and release the barrier” he offered “or the next person I call will be Rebekah, while I'm sure she’s working with you under the belief it’s Kol’s sire line that fed the map. I doubt she would feel the same if knew the truth.”

“She cares more for the cure.” Stefan tried but the doubt was audible, because even from the outside of their family, Elijah wasn’t Kol.

“You really think that?” he almost laughed, the three of them had been together but he knew Rebekah had alway run to one person before him. It was the same person he turned to, the one Kol had apparently done this time and it had cost them him. “Fine.” he grinned, “Enjoy watching her reenactment Kol’s reaction with the rest of your remaining friends.”

“What do you want?” The witch in question demanded as her voice replaced Stefan’s, he wondered if Stefan had left to draw his sister away so she couldn’t hear him.

He couldn’t tell Rebekah the truth, take away Klaus’ power but he knew Rebekah, and Stefan knew enough to know that doing so would cost them the cure.

“Break your spell and release me.” he ordered.

“Why? So you can attack my friends.” she asked.

“A bit late for that love.” he chuckled.

“What do you- where’s Caroline?” the muttering around the witch went silent.

“With Tyler, I can describe the scene if you like or you can remember them as they were, in one piece.” he smiled at the sound of her sob, it froze as his eyes landed on the sheet covered body. “Something I didn't get with my brother.” He added coldly.

There was silence as he heard her on the other end of the call telling those with her to ring the missing.

He held the call to the edge of the barrier as two separate cells started to ring, and ring and ring as there was no one to answer them.

“If you wanted proof I could have sent you a photo.” he said as the ringing died.

“Where’s Kol now?“ the witch hissed as she re-gathered herself.

“Daggered, so he didn’t go off on a rampage and reduce your town to the horror film set.” he told them lightly “now release this barrier so I can take my brother out of this house and lay him somewhere with more respect or I'll have little else to do other than to call Rebekah and tell her the full truth.”

“You won’t tell her?”

“Not until she returns to Mystic falls,” he admitted, some small part of him wasn’t sure she’d believe him and half of him didn’t want her to, let one of them live in a world Elijah was still alive. “I’ll give you all a chance to explain it to her.” 

“We have a deal.” the witch sighed shakily

“You have two minutes to remove the barrier or i’ll be calling her.” he said them, “Oh” her called out before they could hang up “if she comes to any harm by any of your hands,” he warned cheerily “you will be returning to the smoking ruins of a town and anyone you left her with any affection for will be hanging flayed alive from the buildings.”

The barrier vanished within one and Klaus had himself and Kol out of the living room within seconds, carrying Kol back to where he still had his family's coffins to place himself safely within his. 

As he laid Kol in it, he shook his head slightly as his vision flickered between all his brothers, Henrik dead, Finn dead twice over, Elijah-

He stepped away and shut it quickly, Kol was safer in it, they had all been safe while they were in them.

He opened Elijah’s one, the least used and froze as he realised this would be the last time he used it, to place Elijah remains in to stay beside Finn and Mother’s, the one who protected their family next to those they had tried to kill them, but he wouldn’t be alone.

They would have been safer if he had never given in to Elijah demands, had he kept them safe inside them, Finn and Elijah would still be alive-

He swallowed the lump in his throat and stopped himself before he could blame Elijah, his brother deserved better than that. He forced himself to step back and left, returning to Gilbert's house.

Elijah deserved so much more but it was too late for most of it, the least he could do was give him the proper respect and remove him from the indignity of the floor.

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Klaus stares when his phone rings, he collected it when he had returned home with Elijah's body, took it with him when he returned to the gilbert house after he had drunk several bottles of his best alcohol to drown the urge to scream.

He couldn't be in the house while the one that his brother died in still stood.

He had stolen the best quality sheets in the Gilbert house to wrap Elijah’s and Caroline’s body. Her body had been returned to her mother, left on her doorstep to be found in the morning, unpleasant but it was the least he would do.

He had left Tylers’ where it fell, he should be thankful Klaus was cremating him at all and not leaving him outside to rot, but he was his first Hybrid so Klaus would give him that respect.

He answered the call as he dropped the match and agreed to help them find their cure as the fire started to consume the Gilbert house.

He was honest and helpful as the task gave him something else to think of

“Why Nik?” Rebekah asked suspiciously and he hated her for a moment, her voice, the way it was free of the grief he felt crushing him every moment. The knowledge that she was free of the weight of the fact that- that she lived in a world where Elijah still lived.

He hated her for it, envied her for it and desperately didn’t want to be the one to break it.

The absent lost tone in Kol’s voice that was wrong for his wild little brother haunted him as much as how light Elijah’s body was when he placed in it the coffin.

The fact that within the sheet Elijah was a mess and Klaus couldn’t fix that anymore than he could bring him back.

“There is only one dose of the cure.” he told her and hung up.

Klaus broke his family, this was the one piece he couldn’t break, not yet.

Coward Mikael’s voice sneered in his head and Klaus fled his own house to watch Gilbert's burn.

[kasagia]

Our little game pt. 3

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Thomas has been trying to mend your relationship all weeks leading up to the wedding. You must admit that he was a true, sweet gentleman, but… something was wrong. You didn't feel those butterflies (or moles as Kol used to say) in your stomach when you were close to him. You thought that maybe after bachelorette party and wedding you two would again get along with eachother and everyting will be fine. But drunk you had a completely different idea to solve this situation. Warning(s): smut mention, swearings, I used the thread from "Friends", I don't regret anything (I guess) Word count: 4,6k

*Two months later*

"I can't believe it has gone by so quickly, I feel like I just arrived in New Orleans." I said to the girls while we were putting on our dresses for the party.

"Yes. Me too. I feel like Elijah proposed to me yesterday, and now the four of us are going to my bachelorette party."

"Actually five. I invited Cami." Rebekah corrected Kath while fixing her makeup.

"Since when have you exactly been friends with Klaus' therapist?" I asked, not believing for a moment in her good intentions toward the bartender.

"Since she's trying to talk you out of the ridiculous idea of getting back with your ex."

"Hey! We all agree that we're not going to discuss that topic. Today is about Katherine. Only her."

"Take it easy, Y/N. We're just worried about you."

"There's no need, Katherine. I can take care of myself. Also, I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do with this mess around me. It's enough that the Mystic Falls gang put me on their blacklist a week ago. I don't need more complications."

Yes. Officially, Damon Salvatore has become my enemy because I refuse to help him bring Elena back from her "sleeping beauty state." At least Bonnie stayed my friend.

"Well, I saw both of you in that new restaurant. You two seemed quite enjoyable with your company." Rebekah snapped me out of my thoughts.

The original vampire spent the whole two months trying to force me to set up with her brother. It was getting pretty tiring to the point that I decided to avoid Klaus like the plague and not give the blonde a chance to put her plans into action. I loved her with all my heart, but I will not allow anyone to meddle in my affairs and try to set me on a particular path. Not even one of my best friends.

"Yeah, like one meeting was a declaration of true, unconditional love." I replied sarcastically, turning my attention back to my reflection in the mirror. I started putting on my makeup, being careful not to accidentally gouge my eye out with mascara. "Thomas and I spent half life with ourselves. It's obvious that we're feeling good together when we know each other better than anyone else."

"That's what we're all trying to tell you!" the woman snatched the mascara from my hand and turned to look at me in the eyes. "You don't love him anymore! He is like an old, favorite movie; you watch it because you have a soft spot for it, not because it brings you new, amazing emotions. You got used to having him around. And you're afraid that my brother will destroy your idea of loving Thomas. Even if it's obvious to everyone that you don't have any feelings for him. You fell for Nik, finally admit it to yourself!" she burst out, reproaching me again.

"Rebekah, enough. You're crossing the line." Freya stepped between us, wanting to reassure her little sister and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You want me to finally make a decision? Fine. Right after the wedding, I'm going back to Thomas. You don't have to wish me luck. I already know I'll be very happy with him." I replied, staring furiously at the blonde over Freya's shoulder.

"You have to be joking?! Seriously? Are you doing it just to spite me?"

"I'll meet you all downstairs. I promised to call Tom before we went out all night." I said, ignoring Rebekah's angry look at me.

I left the room quickly before any of the vampires (or the witch) could stop me, heading for the only place I could get some privacy.

Klaus' art studio.

The guys had already left the mansion an hour ago, teasing Katherine that they would make one last effort to find someone better for Elijah before she "ringed him with a golden muzzle," so I was sure no one would find me there. Who would have guessed I was hiding in the "cave" of a big bad wolf?

I was walking in a dark room, lit only by the moonlight. I took my phone out of my dress pocket and dialed Tom's number. I put the device to my ear, staring at the unfinished painting on the easel. Klaus must have been pretty pissed while painting it. I hadn't even seen so much intense red when the hybrid returned covered in blood from one of his "preventive missions."

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice snapped me out of my thoughts about the original.

"Hi." I replied with a little smile, sitting on the piano opposite the easel. Klaus went all out designing his studio.

"Hello, honey. Are you going out with the girls?"

"Yes. So don't bother calling; I won't answer, and even if I do, I doubt I'll be in a good condition." I replied jokingly, smiling wider as I heard his laugh.

"Ha ha. You know what they say: You are the truest version of yourself after alcohol."

"Is this your way to tell me that you're waiting on a drunken love confession from me? It isn't quite romantic, don't you think?"

"I don't care about it as long as it's true." I smiled. I wanted to respond to his taunt, but I froze in place as I saw someone's all-too-familiar blue eyes in the darkness of the studio. As our gazes met, he went out from the shadow and stood right in front of me. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, Tommy." Klaus wrinkled his nose at the "cute" diminutive.

"Have a good time, honey. Don't drink too much or I'll have to pick you up." before I could answer, Klaus snatched the phone from my hand.

"You don't have to worry about her. She will be in my excellent care, Timon," he said maliciously before aggressively hanging up.

"Seriously? Don't you have a brother to drink up instead of messing with my boyfriend? By the way, his name isn't Timon."

"Your boyfriend?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head. "Since when? If I remember correctly, he left you for like... two years ago?"

"So what? You're not better at all."

"Unlike him, I was interested in your fate, love."

"Sending your minions to follow my every move is stalking, not caring. And stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, turning towards the exit, but the hybrid blocked my way as usual. The look of displeasure on his face instantly made me feel much better.

"They didn't follow you... most of the time. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and you're not putting yourself in unnecessary danger for the sake of those imbeciles."

"Did you know that there is an ancient gadget called the telephone? You could have checked for yourself if I was alive."

"You changed your number." I blushed at my stupidity. He was right. Right after breaking up with Tom, my phone suffered minor damage due to my sudden emotions and relative lack of control over my magic. I just don't know why it hurt so much that he couldn't text me. It's not like I've been waiting for his call all these years... right?

"Well, we can't go back in time and change that anyway. There's no point in dwelling on it." I finally replied, looking away from him to hide my true feelings.

The man wouldn't let me get away from him so easily. His left hand went to my chin, forcing me to look again into his blue eyes, which gradually began to give way to his night-black pupils.

"So that's it? You want to go back to him as if nothing happened? Like I didn't send you a thousand bloody letters to beg you for a little piece of your attention like a desperate fool, that I am every single time you look at me!" he exploded.

His jaw was clenched in anger, and his other hand was clenched so tightly that it seemed to me that droplets of blood were dripping from it. But my stupid brain could only process one goddamn thing in this improbable situation.

"Letters? What letters?"

"Oh, don't play with me like this, love…" he tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he made any step towards the exit.

"Klaus, what letters? I didn't get anything from you since you went." I asked, searching his face for any explanation.

"Don't lie to me. It's even beneath you." he replied contemptuously.

A red light went on in my head. The son of a bitch had no right to walk into my already messy life with his fucking shoes and accuse me of whatever shit he fancied. This is exactly what caused my agitation. Not the hostile look I couldn't take from him.

"Beneath me? How can you tell if something is in "my type" or not?! You don't even fucking know me!" his jaw tightened. In the next second, he pushed me into a wall and put his hands on both sides of my head. His eyes were enraged, mad, and... passionate.

"I know you better than myself. I spent months admiring you in the shadows until you decided that I was curious enough to be noticed by you. It took you a bloody year to warm up to me and to treat me like something more than a monster. And when we were apart… I've never missed anyone as much as I have missed you in the thousand years I've lived. You told me here months ago that you would be the one to burn me. You were too stubborn to admit our connection that much, that you, love, didn't notice I was already burned by you a long time ago."

"You're lying. You wouldn't even have come up with that stupid excuse if Thomas hadn't shown up. You want me to lose my chance at happiness, don't you? The moment I trust you, you'll stab me in the back for your own amusement."

"Is your beloved ex-boyfriend, as I would like to point out, clouding your mental clarity so much?"

"Maybe he's my ex, but unlike some people, he really cares about me, not my power."

"Did he? Because if I had a chance, which you gave him, I would never, ever leave you. Not even if I could rule all of this damn world."

"Please, it's impossible that you could truly love…" he cut me off, pulling my face closer to his lips to shut me up by kissing me.

I imagined that moment so many times in my head, but nothing conveyed the true feeling of his lips on mine.

I moaned as he bit my lips and opened a way into my mouth like that. His treacherous tongue slipped inside like a snake, catching mine in his snare.

The sounds of brushes and paints falling were my only warning before he grabbed me around the waist, set me down on the table, and made me his height to (surely) kiss me dead.

The moment one of his hands started wandering toward the zipper of my dress, making me shiver every time his fingers touched my exposed skin, was a time when the warnings of my mind shouted over the dark, hidden desire of my foolish heart.

*SLAP!*

My hand left a small red mark on his left cheek for a while before his vampire power healed it. He slowly turned his head towards me, with his own hand on the place I slapped him, shocked that I (a little, mortal witch) was that dumb-brave to do this.

I breathed heavily as I stared into his impenetrable oceanic iris.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because I… you… we can't…" He leaned his head down toward mine so that our noses were touching. Our lips were disconcertingly close for me to express any logical thought that wasn't related to HIM.

"Y/N!! We're going to be late! Hurry up!" Katherine's voice made me jump out of the hybrid's embrace, scared of what might have happened in the art room if she hadn't interrupted us.

Before I left the room, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I fell straight into his chest. His second hand grabbed around my waist, making sure I wouldn't go before he stopped talking.

"Have your fun, love. We'll continue this discussion when you return." he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear. 

"Y/N! What could possibly be taking so long?!"

"We have nothing to discuss." I growled, yanking myself out of his grip, and went out without even looking at him.

I need vodka or I'll completely lose my mind.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ha ha, I can't believe it!" I was laughing so hard when Rebekah finished her story about Klaus and Elijah running from bees when they were humans.

"I swear to you, they came out of the river drenched as ducks, only to meet some "huge and terrifying wild beast" and roll in the mud to let him lose their scent. They screamed like little girls as he approached them and growled at them. Kol was bursting with laughter, but in the end our mother's old fur fell off him and he had to run away from them."

"All right! How do I look?" Katherine emerged from the dressing room, making an impressive turn in front of us to present her dress (not a particularly successful one, given how much alcohol we had consumed).

"I like it, but you look much better in your real wedding dress." Freya commented as she adjusted Cami's fake veil.

Yes. All five of us decided to put on white dresses and continue our evening dressed like this. I have no fucking idea how it happened.

"I know where we should go next!" Rebekah screamed, threw my legs off her and got off the couch. She ran over to Katherine, showing her something on her phone and whispering conspiratorially. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of champagne.

Freya snatched the bottle from my hand, handing it to Cami. The barmaid drank the rest of its contents and sat down next to me. I put my head on her lap so she could comb my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling a little relaxed for the first time in weeks. The quiet whispers of the vampires in the background and the slow, calming movements of the blonde's hand were a wonderful sleep aid.

"Don't fall asleep, sleeping princess! We're going dancing." an enthusiastic Rebekah nudged me gently on the arm, trying to pull me out of my own world.

"Dancing? Where?" I asked, opening one eye to look unconvinced at the blonde.

"You will see. Come on, the night is still young, and we're not drunk enough." the vampire grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to the waiting limousine.

The five of us drank chilled champagne from the limousine in seconds, continuing to talk nonsense until we were at the door of the club Rebekah wanted to take us to.

If I had seen its name better, maybe I would have realized that this is the same place the guys went to celebrate Elijah's bachelor party, and maybe what happened later that night wouldn't have happened at all.

But we all went inside and lost each other in a sea of other people.

I looked around the crowd until I saw a familiar face at the bar. Instantly, my heart warmed, and the unreasonable desire to approach him overcame the rational side of my brain. I ran towards him, doing my best not to step on the white dress. Without knowing why, the people around me immediately let me through, so I didn't have to push through them.

"Nikkie!" I screamed when I saw the hybrid. I made a few steps toward him, and I fell into his arms, tripping over my fake wedding dress. I could hear Kol chuckling in the background. "I've missed you, love."

"You know I can get you two married at any moment, brother? Just say a word."

Kol took his beer from the bar as I leaned dangerously close to him, threatening to accidentally spill the alcohol down my dress. Klaus held me closer to him so that I wouldn't wobble from side to side, checking to make sure my drunken walk towards them didn't injure me in the process.

"Shut up, Kol. She's drunk."

"Hey! I'm not drunk, but you're ridiculously hot when you're mad." I giggled as I cupped his face and kissed a crease between his eyebrows. "And so sweet when you're confused." I said, chuckling after he gave me an incredulous look.

"The offer is still valid." a vampire muttered under his breath, teasing his brother.

"For bloody hell, Kol, I'm not gonna marry her!" he growled at him. Suddenly, I felt very sad. Tears came to my eyes from nowhere.

"No? Why? You don't love me?" I asked, sobbing. His eyes immediately fell on my weeping form in pure panic. Nik gently pulled me to him and cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb as he looked at me softly.

"Yes, Nikkie, don't you love her?" Kol interrupted our moment, much to Klaus' annoyance and anger.

"If you want to live to see tomorrow, get out of my sight. Now."

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the crowd of others. His eyes softened as he looked at my tear-stained face.

"Love, why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away my tears.

"Because you don't love me at all!" he sighed, hugging me tighter and kissing my head tenderly.

"Of course I love you." he whispered timidly into my hair.

"You do?" I moved away from him, placing my hands on his chest so that I could hold onto his body the whole time while looking into his eyes.

"It's impossible not to, love. Can we go home now?"

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

"Y/N. You're drunk, just come with me and…" I cut him off by catching his stupid, beautiful lips in a kiss.

At first, he stayed there, shocked, not even making the slightest move. I got a little irritated after a while, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer, biting his lower lip until it bled. I moaned in a kiss, as I could feel his sweet, addictive blood on my tongue. Without knowing why, I felt "the alcohol mist" in which I found myself begin to slowly leave my body. In the next moment, that annoying man finally started to respond to my affection. His arms were all around me, reaching into every part of my body.

In an attempt to regain control, his lips began chasing mine. We fought with each other, giving all our hidden passion, anger, and frustration into that kiss. But it still wasn't enough for me. And he knew this.

"Don't be such an asshole and stop teasing." I groaned, breaking away from him for a moment.

"Never." he whispered against my lips, skillfully avoiding mine.

"For the love of God! Kiss me right or…" I moaned as he interrupted my threat by biting into the sensitive skin of my neck.

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

I gasped, pulling his hair with one hand and grabbing his muscular shoulder with the other. After a few minutes, he pulled away from my neck and kissed me again, this time complying with my request. During our demanding kiss, I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck to my chest. The wound closed in a matter of seconds.

I summoned my magic to teleport us to his room. More specifically, his bed. I started to rip off his shirt so as not to interrupt our kissing session. But hybrid has other plans.

He pulled away from my bruised, tingling lips and grabbed my hands just as I was about to get to the waistband of his pants.

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

"No. We can't. Not like that." he sighed as I started to bite and make hickeys on his neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

"Don't act like you didn't dream of it. Like you don't wanna feel my hot, naked body on yours. Like you don't wanna drink from me while fucking me and leaving marks on all of me to make it clear to everyone that I'm yours." I whispered against the skin of his neck.

"Y/N. Stop." he growled, pushing me away from him when he felt my hand dangerously close to his pants' fly.

"Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finally get this damn feeling out of our system!"

"That's not how it works and you well know that."

"God! Why do you always have to make things so hard for me?!" I started gathering my things, intending to leave the refusing-me hybrid.

"Where are you going?!"

"To Tom! Maybe he will be a man and fuck me, if you don't want." I found myself instantly in his strong embrace. He was breathing rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his blue irises were almost impossible to see. He desired me. If he wanted me too, then why didn't he use his chance?

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

"Let me go. I wasted enough time for you." I groaned as I tried to break free from his grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I asked, lifting my head in challenge.

"Because you're MINE. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fucked from your mind every single thing that isn't me. We belong to each other. And you hate it. So much so that you can't accept the feelings that are between us. This is why you gonna go back to my bed and sleep by my side so I can make sure you're not going to do something incredible stupid tonight."

"Don't act like a protective boyfirend, if you don't care about me." I choked out, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't look me in the eye and instead places small kisses on my face.

"You stupid woman, don't you see how much I've already done for you just to keep you safe and happy?"

"You wanna make me happy? You wanna satisfy me? You wanna make sure I'm only yours? Then shut up and finally let it happen." I kissed him, pushing him on his back, so I could sit on him.

I started to strip myself, looking straight at him. His chest rose and fell at the speed of light, black pupils completely replacing his blue irises. I take a moment to appreciate his tattoo and kiss every flying bird.

"Lie that you love me." he said, after turning us so I was under him.

"It wouldn't be a lie." I thought as he kissed his way to my underwear.

"I know it's part of your game. Just... pretend for a moment you really feel something for me Y/N."

"It's not a game anymore. And since our first meeting, I have felt for you... everything."

"You win." he said, kissing me with all of his desire for me, and trying to get any response out of me.

"You win.'" I thought, letting myself get lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. "And I'm fucking terrified of it."

~•♤♤♤•~

Consciousness begins to slowly return to my battered, relaxed body. I sighed, snuggling into something warm and cozy beneath me. I put my head in a more comfortable position and took a breath of the amazing perfume.

Klaus' perfume.

I froze in place, afraid to make any move. After a few minutes, I finally decided to hesitantly open my eyes and lift my head slightly.

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

With my brain overheating from the new information, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the unconscious hybrid. He looked so... innocent when he slept. And carefree, even blissfully, judging by his gentle smile, which I could see despite the darkness in the room.

The disheveled hair on his head only made him even hotter. It was also helped by the fact that I was probably the perpetrator of his messy look.

I tried to slowly put myself out of his arms to get the phone, but Klaus instantly held me closer when he felt from his sleep my littlest move. I carefully placed my head back on his chest. I let myself hear his beating heart and smell his addictive perfume for the moment.

Curiously, I looked around his room, enjoying as much as I could of what little peace I had left before my partner woke up. For a moment, I could imagine that Klaus was my boyfriend, we led a dull, safe life together devoid of anything supernatural. Hope lives with Hayley for a week, with us for the second, his family comes over once a month for dinner together. And above all, no one wants to kill us, we have no enemies from whom we must defend our loved ones. Maybe we'd even get married and have children of our own?

Married.

Wedding.

"OH MY GOD! Klaus! Hey. Nik. We have to get up, or we'll be late for the wedding! Oh, come on! You can't sleep that hard! Niklaus!" I screamed. I tried to pull his arm to wake him up, but his eyes were still closed. "If you don't wake up, I'll smear your room with all those expensive paints you have."

"Shh, five more minutes, love." he mumbled, turning on his side and pinning me to his bed with his arm. He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my hair.

"Katherine is going to kill me if we miss her wedding." I said in panic, unknowingly brushing his hair with my fingers.

"I won't let her do this." he tightened his grip on me, still in his semi-conscious state. "You might as well not mention her name in my bed."

"Klaus, I'm serious. Move. We have to get together."

"Vile woman, have you no pity on me?"

"Not even a little. Now get off me, you're heavy." I moaned under him, trying to move his body.

"I have a better idea of how to spend the day than being at my brother's wedding with the devil. I think you'll like it too. Last night, you did. Very much, considering the moans of my name coming out of your beautiful, alluring mouth."

"Yeah… talking about last night. It doesn't change anything, right? I mean… we're… we not…"

I stopped as he placed his head close to mine so he could lick up the dried blood from my neck. This man would be my death.

"Penny for your TRUE toughts?" he whispered against my neck, pulling away from it to look into my eyes.

"I just..."

"Yhm?" he leaned closer to my lips, but before he could kiss me, I pushed him off me and off the bed, sending him crashing to the floor. I took the opportunity to wrap myself in his duvet, running into the hybrid's bathroom before he recovered from my unexpected move.

"Dress up. We have to be there in 10 minutes. Don't forget the wedding rings!" I screamed, knowing full well that he would hear me through the closed door even if I was whispering. I listened for a moment, standing perfectly still, until I heard his grumpy mumbling and footsteps walking away.

With a sigh, I leaned against the door, sliding myself down to the floor. Memories of last night started to slowly come back to my mind, including his half-drunk "I love you."

What the hell have I done?

[rekaning]

The Housekeeper | Part 4 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You get know the youngest Mikaelson a bit more and you learn something new about Elijah.

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

At the end of your shift at the estate that day, Henrik managed to pack away 4 full chicken breasts alongside a healthy serving of spaghetti. In all your years alive, you don't recall ever having heard a man moan at his food as frequently and vocally as Henrik did.

He had scarfed down his food like a man in the throes of starvation, slurping up his spaghetti so violently that it slung at his face from the speed, spreading tomato sauce all along his mouth and cheeks. His bites were wide and animalistic. But in contrast of the predatory way he was eating, his big blue eyes were shining in contentment, both at you and his brother as you sat around the kitchen island for dinner.

You could see Elijah dying on the inside in embarrassment at his youngest brother's poor display of manners. As you spoke in between each other, Elijah had finally had enough of Henrik's eating style, after the younger man sprayed a bit of food as he opened his mouth to respond to a question you posed.

"Henrik, for heaven's sake, show a little decorum and swallow before you speak. You are not some pre-historic, bumbling neanderthal."

Elijah's sharp glare cut off any words Henrik had been about to say. Instead, the younger man looked down sheepishly, chewing the food in his mouth before swallowing with a loud gulp.

"Sorry, 'Lijah." He said softly.

The older brother merely huffed, "And wipe your mouth, please."

You passed Henrik a napkin, and he quickly took it from your hand and wiped hurriedly around his mouth.

While he cleaned his face, Elijah turned to you, apologetic look written all over his face, "I do apologize for his behavior. It seems," he threw another glare at his brother, "that this boorish troglodyte has yet to fully grasp the concept of etiquette."

You tried your best to stifle the laugh that built up in your throat as you watched Henrik's face morph at the insult. His lips puckered into a pout and you couldn't deny that he looked like a scolded child at that moment.

"I am not a troglodyte." He muttered lowly, taking another bite—this time, much more appropriate—of his chicken parmesan.

Elijah turned to him, face unimpressed by his statement, "Well, you certainly act like one."

Before Henrik could respond and possibly throw them into a back-and-forth argument, you interrupted, "It's fine Elijah."

The two Mikaelson's whipped their heads to you, eyes warmly settled on Henrik, "It's very flattering that you're enjoying my cooking with such gusto."

Henrik grinned cheerily at Elijah, "See, she likes my gusto."

"But," you interjected, "You really should eat slower. You'll give yourself a stomach ache if you continue at that rate."

And with that said, Henrik ate at a more normal pace and covered his mouth with his hand if he began to speak.

The three of you talked into the beginning hours of night. Henrik had stated that he was off school for a week, so he had decided to surprise his older brother with a visit.

"If you don't mind my asking," you piped up, "What are you currently studying for?"

"I'm majoring in Kinesiology." Henrik responded brightly.

"Henrik got into university on an athletic scholarship," Elijah added proudly.

The younger Mikaelson nodded, "For sprinting, I run the 200 meter dash for my school."

You whistled lowly, "Wow, your whole family really has a bit of everything. Fashion," you began to list on your fingers, "history, education, charity, the arts, entrepreneurship, and now sports."

Henrik puffed up his chest at your words. Elijah chuckled, "Yes, the Mikaelson clan is certainly formidable."

You laughed in agreement. At that moment, your phone chimed from its place on the table. You picked it up and noted the text from a good friend along with the time.

"Oh my goodness, is it that late already?" You looked up a slight panic on your features, "I'm so sorry Elijah, I didn't mean to overstay my welcome!"

He quickly shook his head, "You've done nothing of the sort. It's quite late, though. And you didn't arrive in your car today."

You began to rise from your seat, "Yeah, I had to take it into the shop today to get maintenance done. It's okay, the buses should still be running.

"I can take you home." Elijah offered.

"That's sweet Elijah, but I don't wish to impose on your time with your brother."

Henrik looked back and forth at the verbal tennis match. Nik, Bekah, and Reya weren't lying about the chemistry between his older brother and you. He could see the slight panic behind his brother's eyes. He clearly didn't want you to leave but he was well aware of his place as your employer. Elijah would see it as an abuse of power if he pushed any further.

And you were clearly having a good time being here, though you stayed far longer after your shift had ended. He could see the reluctance on your face, not wanting to part from the joyous gathering. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was some reluctance to part with his dear older brother as well.

"Why don't you just stay over?"

Your heads whipped over to the young Mikaelson. He was leaning his head comfortably on his open palm, eyes innocently wide, like he hadn't asked whatvhe just did.

"What?" You both asked after a beat of silence.

He blinked twice before elaborating, "Well, there's no real point of her leaving?" His eyes zeroed in on you, "You get in early, right?"

You nodded, "Yeah, but—"

"And it's already past midnight," he interrupted, "So you'd just be coming back here within a few hours without any proper sleep."

Henrik was doing his best to not laugh at either of your faces. You were opening and closing your mouth trying to shoot down his logical assessment but only ended up looking like a gaping fish.

And Elijah's face was one of rising hopefulness. When he noticed Henrik's forming smirk, he quickly schooled his face and settled on a warm and inviting smile, "Excellent point, Henrik. Please, it would set my mind at ease and you'll be able to sleep in a while longer since you're already here."

You bit at your bottom lip. How could a man so handsome, look so positively adorable. The slightest pout on his lips was your undoing.

You sighed in defeat, "I guess it would be nice to get a few winks in. Okay, you win."

Henrik grinned widely at your acquiescence, Elijah's just a tad more subtle. The older of the two clapped his hands together and made his way toward the stairs, "Marvelous. I'll prepare your room," he turned back sharply to cut you off, "and before you say anything; your shift ended long ago. As of this moment, you are my guest, and you shall be treated as such. Now, if you'll excuse me."

You and Henrik watched silently as Elijah walked out.

"He really doesn't mind, you know." Henrik's soft tone had you turning to him.

He was seated still at the island, forearms resting on the obsidian marble. A gentle smile on his boyish face.

You bit at your lip again as you walked toward him, seating yourself beside him, "He's already so busy with work and everything else, I don't want to be another burden to him."

Henrik scoffed, "Trust me, we would know a burden when we see one."

That made you pause.

There was disdain and venom behind his words. Faint, but it was there.

The Mikaelson family was surely no stranger to the manipulations of others that wanted the glory that came with associating with the Mikaelson name.

"You're referring to someone specifically, aren't you?" You questioned gently.

Henrik's baby blue eyes shot a quick glance to where Elijah had disappeared to before drifting back to you.

"Elijah has always taken care of us." He started, picking at his fingernails as he continued, "He rarely has time for himself. Even though he's not the oldest of us, he's always taken it upon himself to look after the family."

He shifted in his seat, "So, the times he has...indulged himself in what he wants, he's ended up hurt."

You could feel your heart dropping down to your stomach. The implication of what Henrik was saying made you clench your fists but you asked anyway, "By a lover?"

The young man nodded, "Two, in fact. The first was the heiress of the Petrova family."

You vaguely recalled a newspaper headline regarding her, "Wasn't she convicted of murder?"

Henrik smiled wryly, "That's the one. Katerina was found to get rid of her rivals and several of her bank accounts were traced back to her making payments on the dark web, contracting hitmen to do her dirty work for her."

You covered your mouth in surprise, "Was Elijah on her hit-list?"

"No, it seems Katerina actually liked him, but Bekah and Nik had a bad feeling about her. Elijah becomes...blinded by affection for the women he falls for. So they snooped on her for a time without his knowledge. They found all kinds of horrible things she tried to bury. People she'd had 'taken care' of. A couple of whistleblowers at her own company that were silenced."

You gasped. You'd had no idea she was so horrible. "Did they tell Elijah?"

Henrik nodded solemnly. "He was devastated to say the least. More so he was disappointed in himself for not seeing the type of person she was. He cared for her a lot."

The two of you fell silent. You could only imagine that type of pain. For someone you shared a connection with to turn out to be someone so vile; it must have cut Elijah deeply.

"Was there..." you hesitated but your curiosity had been awakened, "Was there someone else?"

Henrik's eyes shot down to his lap, "There was one other."

You could see the trepidation in his eyes but he looked back up at you after a moment, his mouth poised to tell you when the deep baritone of Elijah's honeyed voice cut him off.

"Her name was Celeste."

Henrik's shot down to his hands in shame while yours flew to your suited employer, embarrassment preventing you from looking him in the eye.

He stood there, at the kitchen entryway. Since his departure to prepare your room, he had shed his jacket and was left with his now slightly worn light blue dress shirt. He'd folded the sleeves up to his elbows and under any other day, you'd be enjoying the sight of his exposed skin—like some depraved Edwardian gentleman—but his stoic expression had any devious thoughts at the back of your mind.

Elijah shot a pointed look to his little brother, and despite Henrik not looking at him, he could feel the stare thrown his way if how he seemed to shrink in more on himself said anything.

When he turned his gaze to you, the intensity in his eyes eased and his expression softened.

"Perhaps it's best to turn in for the night. Come, my dear," his deliciously deep voice commanded your attention. The term he'd said so casually caused an unexpected tingle to shoot down your spine.

His arm stretched out towards you, inviting you to place your hand in his.

Who were you to deny such an opportunity?

***

Part 5

Author's Note: Sorry this took quite a bit longer to put out, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Henrik was really fun to write. We never really got much sense of the person he was in TVD so I've based some of his personality and mannerisms on Barry Allen, from The Flash (which is why I face-claimed Grant Gustin as an older Henrik).

[briwates]

Zero context WIP game ! Thank you @clawbehavior for the tag, excited to do this because I've got like 10 different wips and kept resisting the temptation to post snippets. These fics don't have definitive titles yet so the ones here are approximative descriptions

1. Ms Ji & the Kangs

“Yohan-ah, I love you, don’t cry” Isaac says, patting his baby brother’s stomach when he fusses. They’re both laying on Isaac’s bed after lunch, a bit drowsy in the early hours of the afternoon. Young-Ok watches the two as she folds laundry.

“Nanny, why does Yohan have no eyebrows ?” Isaac asks curiously.

She chuckles at the question, taking a tiny pair of socks out of the basket and folding them together. “Most babies are born without much hair, he’ll grow them later on.”

2. Conversations

Gaon swipes ‘accept call’ and props his phone against a utensil holder as Elijah’s lovely face comes into view. She has cut her hair into a bob, even bangs forming a curtain on her forehead.

“Gaon, it's an emergency ! You need to come to Geneva and do something !” Elijah’s voice immediately comes through the phone speaker, loud enough to be heard over the sound of meat sizzling on the stove. “Yohan is serious about growing that ugly mustache and the clinic receptionist keep trying to hit on him !”

3. Yohan through Isaac's photography

October 1991, Yohan showing me his teeth 

Gaon chuckles at the photo. It’s blurry like the objective had gone out of focus at the last minute. Yohan is giving the camera a smile and scrunching his nose, eyes closed under his fringe like he’s shielding them from the flash. Some milk teeth are missing from his gums, two permanent ones just peeking above the surface. He must have been no more than six or seven here.  

4. Gaon scrolls online forums

"Judge Oh, I have this file I wanted discuss with you"

Jinjoo comes up behind him to see just as he is about to unlock his computer. What greets Gaon after entering his password is the previous night's research topic brightly displayed on the screen. Shit. Carelessly, he had simply shut the laptop before going to bed, instead of closing the tabs and erasing his search history.

Panic and embarrassment seize Gaon on the spot. He's about two hundred-percent certain that Jinjoo got a glimpse of what was written on the screen. Omegaverse fanfiction of him and their boss. Gaon wants to explode.

"You have…a lot of open tabs, Judge Kim."

5. Another snippet from Conversations

“You have something under your eye”

“Hmm ?” Yohan hums, closing said eye when Gaon’s thumb gently swipes across his skin.

“Eyelash.” Gaon flicks it away “crap I should’ve told you to make a wish”

They’re laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs, Gaon on top of Yohan like a weighted blanket, chest to chest, book long abandoned on the coffee table. Kkomi is on the armrest behind Yohan’s head, sniffing at his hair. Gaon yawns into Yohan’s collar.

“We should go to bed.” Yohan says, voice hoarse.  

6. Sunah lives

It is routine until her ears catch familiar voices, ones she thought she would never hear again, along with the cries of a fussy child.

“Gaon-ah, give her to me”

Sunah turns around to see, to her surprise, peering over the café’s balcony, Kang Yohan, his niece, his former associate, passing over an agitated toddler.

“I told you we should have brought her stroller,” Kim Gaon’s reprimands are a refreshing thing to hear “She gets tired.”

“It would have been inconvenient though, with all the stairs and narrow streets.” Kang Elijah chimes in. She is on crutches now, standing just a few centimeters shy of her uncle’s height.

“That’s fine” Kang Yohan hauls up the little girl against his chest so that her head rests on his shoulder, pats her back. “Appa will be the stroller today."

Tagging @thedeviljudges if you feel like doing it !

[andreal831]

I don’t absolutely despise klaroline, although I definitely do not like them either, but one of the most stupid things in the entirety of the originals is Klaus flirting with Caroline while Hayley and hope is abducted. Would you consider this to be a writing mistake or just Klaus being Klaus? I’ve always wondered if he focused more on finding them if he’d of been able to save Hayley in time.

I've made an entire tik tok about this because I despised this episode since the first time I saw it. I laid out all of the dumb decisions Klaus made in the episode in the tik tok as well as a lengthy caption. You can see that here.

Klaus in Season 5 is terribly written. He may not be my favorite character and I don't like klaroline but everything about him and them in Season 5 was wrong.

Starting with Rebekah calling Caroline to go find Klaus. That made no sense. Why wouldn't Freya or Marcel go find him. They are his family. Marcel has known him for 200 years. It's not like Rebekah thought he wouldn't harm her, he had nearly killed Caroline multiple times. Marcel was upgraded, he would have been the best choice to go and talk some sense into Klaus. Or Freya who could have gone and yelled at him for abandoning Hope.

Just the fact that Klaus was ignoring Hope for five years made no sense to me. I get he was terrified that she would hate him after what she saw, but the end of Season 3 and through Season 4, we began to see a version of Klaus that was actually putting Hope's needs first. This abandonment was a complete regression back to his Season 2 narcissism. Also, Hope not continuing to astral project to find him made no sense. She is a powerful witch, if Caroline could track him down, so could Hope.

Now onto the day of the event.

My biggest gripe is that they are literally driving everywhere. Klaus is the fastest being, why is he taking an SUV that can go max 180 mph? Why did they stop at a rest stop to get coffee? Exhaustion doesn't affect them that way. They are literally flirting and joking around as Hope and Hayley are missing. Sure at this point they may not have realized how serious it was, but Klaus would never have allowed himself to be distracted like that. It was bad writing purely for ratings.

Klaus would rip apart the world to save both Hayley and Hope. Showing him doing anything less is a disservice to his character.

Good writing, writing that is true to Klaus' character would have shown him turning into a wolf to track Hope down. Ansel tells Klaus in Season 2 that he was drawn to Klaus as a child and even to Hope because wolves are drawn to their family. It would have been so satisfying to finally watch Klaus at one with his wolf side in order to find Hope.

It also was so out of character to see Klaus walking slowly to the house. Hayley was actively having her wolf side suppressed and fighting Greta. Klaus would have heard this from miles away and sped as fast as possible to the house. Instead we see him walking at a slow human speed. Caroline is also easily snuck up on by Elijah and Klaus doesn't immediately snap his neck? True-to-character Klaus would have ripped out Elijah's heart to save Hope and Hayley. After all, Elijah would have been fine.

Very little of Season 5 was not just poor writing. There were scenes and plot points that directly contradict established canon. The reason the writing was so bad is because the writers were killing Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus off no matter what. Hayley's death was 1000% preventable. Hayley was a hybrid and a member of the strongest family but was somehow killed by a 100 year old vamp? Say what you will about Klaus, but Klaus definitely would have saved her no matter what. She never should have died but Julie wanted Legacies to have an orphaned Hope and didn't care to make the writing good.

Shameless plug: If you want to read how I would rewrite Season 5 to make more sense, check out my story, Don't It Just Break Your Heart, on AO3 and Wattpad.

[amethystina]

For the wipe tag game:

May I inquire about :

The devil's due ( I have been hooked since the first chapter that u posted. It's such an interesting idea with so many possibilities)

The gentle light ( will we get more of yohan's poverty?)

Thank u, and have a nice day 🩵

Thank you so much for the ask!

The Devil's Due

Oh man, this one. I am hooked on this one too, but I keep holding it off because I know it'll be pretty long and it's also going to be pretty, uh, sexually charged? And that intimidates me x'D

But yeah, I LOVE the idea and the possibilities it offers. It's a story that would focus on Ga On and Yo Han's relationship without the power imbalance of them being chief and subordinate. That's to say that Ga On is going to be even feistier than in canon, if you can believe that. And he's going to be more aware of his sexuality and what he actually wants — or who, I guess I should say.

The main plot would really just be Ga On getting to know Yo Han — and Elijah — during different circumstances. And the biggest conflict will be the fire and whether or not Yo Han caused it, plus Yo Han trying to open Ga On's eyes to the corruption in their country. The main portion of the fic would be set a couple of years after the first chapter, and a couple of years before the start of the drama. So they're all a little less jaded and, since the situation is so different — Ga On isn't sent to spy on him, for one — Yo Han won't be as defensive. But he's obviously also going to be, well, Yo Han. He's working as a normal judge, trying not to draw too much attention to himself — biding his time for his revenge, and all that — but he would definitely not mind having some fun with the bright-eyed, reformed delinquent he saved from a life as a criminal.

As a treat.

As with many of my WIPs at the moment, this fic is mostly just a collection of lines of dialogue from various scenes, with no connecting text around them. So there are no complete snippets I can show, but I can say that the first time they do something sexual together it's because Ga On has finally had it with Yo Han's teasing and flirting and just marches into his office — at Yo Han's work, yes — and goes:

Ga On: "Fine. Let's fuck."

Yo Han, after a small pause: "Right now?"

Ga On, very scathingly: "Do you want me to schedule an appointment?"

Yo Han: "You're an absolute delight when you're angry."

There are reasons why Ga On is being so blunt, I want to point out, because he wouldn't usually be. Again: Yo Han and his manipulation tactics.

... and yes, they do have sex right then and there, in Yo Han's office. Which is one of the reasons why I'm afraid to write this. I'm way out of my depth here x'D

But I will continue eventually! I like the story way too much to give up on it :)

The Gentle Light

As for this one, I was kind of shocked to realise that I have a lot more written on chapter 2 than I initially thought. It takes place right after the first chapter, so basically Yo Han's side of the very loaded conversation that takes place during chapter 7. I've just been adding bits and pieces here and there when I've felt like it and now I have almost 4 000 words. Imagine that.

Here's a snippet!

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Yo Han slowly walked up the steps leading to Kim Ga On's apartment, his hand sliding along the railing. The metal was cold against the mess of scar tissue on his palm, sending a chill up his arm. Yo Han paid that no mind, focusing instead on taking in his surroundings. While he'd known Ga On's address ever since K did the first background check, Yo Han had never actually been to visit before.

There had never been a reason for him to — until now.

As Yo Han finished climbing the first set of stairs, his gaze swept briefly over the terrace to his left, then flicked upward, toward the rooftop. There was apparently another terrace up there, but it was dark for the time being and therefore not of much interest to Yo Han.

Instead, he turned and looked out at the surrounding buildings. The neighborhood was as run-down as he'd expected, debris littering the streets and the majority of the buildings in desperate need of repairs — some even looked abandoned. Or perhaps the owners had simply given up, choosing to huddle inside the dark, decrepit shells of what used to be their homes, waiting for the end to come. That seemed common in these parts, where unemployment and hopelessness blanketed every house and street corner, sucking the life out of those few remaining.

Yo Han could tell it hadn't always been that way, though. There were glimpses of a once lively neighborhood hiding underneath the grime and despair, the descent probably having happened slowly over time as the economy kept getting worse and worse — money getting tighter and tighter. And, eventually, whether they wanted to or not, the people had no choice but to give in.

It made sense, Yo Han supposed, for Kim Ga On to have grown up in a place like this, where he'd had to watch what he once knew wither away and fall into disrepair in front of his very eyes.

That deeply rooted disdain for the rich must have come from somewhere, after all.

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A lot of what I have so far is basically just Yo Han sauntering around in front of Ga On's apartment, observing things and drawing conclusions about Ga On. It's kind of adorable in it's own way xD But things obviously take a very dramatic turn once Ga On shows up, some of which I've shown before in snippets that you can find here.

I can't promise I'll ever post this, though, since I'd obviously have to finish it first and this is very far down on my list of priorities right now. But we'll see, I guess? If I keep chipping away at it one piece at a time, eventually it will be finished.

I hope you like it! And you have a nice day, too 💜

WIP Tag Game

[rabblerauser]

Instead of doing something productive, I did this. Bone apple teeth.

I’ve been meaning to do one of these types of things for a while cause I really love doing them lol…. It’s funny to see it all come together like ah yes I see why u are the way u are.

Explanation/characters under the cut

Yuu

dazai osamu, bungo stray dogs

edogawa ranpo, bungo stray dogs

naoto shirogane, persona 4

shuuya kano, kagerou project

ashe bradley, witch’s heart

sara chidouin, your turn to die

elijah baley, the caves of steel

shuichi saihara, new danganronpa v3

this is very self explanatory imo…. Some are more design notes than others but otherwise, yes, theyre a bunch of detective characters blended together. That’s the tl;dr.

Besides that, this is where their harmless shell comes from. They play it close to their chest, don’t like flaunting any of their business, but they’re nosy about everyone else’s. They’re polite and nice enough, but most people get a weird feeling from them, like they’re being disingenuous. They’re suspicious but they haven’t done anything, so everyone is kinda awkward when interacting. Yuu does recognize this, too.

The sara choice was last minute, and without spoilers, there’s a specific aspect of sara that yuu has.

Gin

sirius gibson, witch’s heart

nagito komaeda, super danganronpa 2

edmond dantes, fate/grand order

mithrun, dungeon meshi

shirou ogami, brand new animal

sara chidouin, your turn to die

kyoko kirigiri, danganronpa

shinjiro aragaki, persona 3

okay, fine, I did just take all of the white haired characters and mush them into one guy with every ailment under the sun. Sue me.

it feels excessive putting komaeda and dantes since they’re more design related now lmao…. Gin has changed A LOT since the beginning. He’s lost a lot of the more unhinged traits and traded them for…being depressed. a lot of his personality makes sense when seeing this. he’s very dry, detached, aloof, what have you, but there’s something beneath the layers of pain and suffering. What exactly? Couldn’t tell you.

Sara is on his as well, but for different reasons. He’s a reluctant MC (not that sara is, but it’s not like she loves it), lives in his own head, but has a lot of big bro energy, especially towards people younger than him. He cares a lot more than he lets on. He also has a bestie he’d do anything for. Not at all coincidentally, Joe is on masaru’s chart lol.

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Little One

Mikaelson! fem reader x Harry Styles

Reader is an original(as in an original vampire from The Vampire Diaries/The Originals).

Reader is the youngest Mikaelson, twin sister to Henrik, and left her siblings behind after being chased off by her older brother, Niklaus. She keeps in touch with Elijah, Rebekah and Kol, hesitantly inviting them to her Art Gallery. With her boyfriend there, she didn’t think anything could go wrong, until her siblings arrive…

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“Darling, calm down! Everything will be just fine!”

For the past hour, Y/N has been running around the exhibition giving orders to the catering staff with worry plastered on her face. Her boyfriend of 4 years trailing behind her, the same expression on his face for a different reason.

“No, Harry! Everything has to be perfect! I’m-“

He grabs her hand, pulling her back and turning her around, her dress flowing at her feet. He takes her other hand in his, getting her full, undivided attention.

“You are panicking, love. I need you to take a few deep breaths for me, can you do that? In and out.”

She nods and begins to take some deep breaths, Harry squeezing her hands in comfort as she does so. Once she’s calmed down, she lets out a sigh and tears begin to fall down her cheeks. Harry wipes them away and presses a kiss to her cheeks before pulling her into his arms, holding her securely to his chest. She looks up at him, tearing threatening to spill as she does.

“Now, would you like to tell me what’s wrong? This is supposed to be a happy day, Y/N! Why the tears?”

She takes one more deep breath and begins to explain, though her voice is shaky.

“Y-You know how I’ve been talking to my family more?”

Harry nods in understanding, signaling her to continue.

“So I invited Kol to my exhibition and he asked to bring Elijah and Rebekah and I haven’t seen them in so long. I’m just.. I’m scared! They’re the only family I have and yet I’m scared to see them!”

Y/N begins to shake as tears spill down her cheeks again, Harry cradling her in his arms, one hand on her head and the other on her back as she cries.

“You have every right, Y/N. But they’re your family, and they miss you. And you won’t be alone. I’m here. Mum, Gem, Mitch and Sarah, we’re all here for you. It will be just fine. And I can’t wait to meet your family. So take a deep breath, okay? This is your night.”

With a kiss to her forehead, he pulls away, grasping her hand. He pulls her to the beverage table, insisting that having a drink would calm her nerves. As she takes a sip of her champagne, she chokes as she spots a group of people enter the room.

That's not possible... Klaus?

Before Harry can question her, she sets down her glass and turns to head the opposite direction, determined to hide as quickly as she could. She turns the corner and jumps in surprise when she sees the figure standing in front of her.

“Now now, Little One. You couldn’t possibly be trying to run from me, are you?”

She stands, full of fear at the man- no, monster in front of her.

“Niklaus…”

Behind him quickly appears Rebekah, Elijah and Kol, easing her nerves a little though she stands guarded.

“Niklaus leave her be. Come now, little sister. We’ve missed you.”

Rebekah pushes Klaus back and brings Y/N in for a hug. The youngest vampire sighs into the familiar, comforting embrace of her older sister.

“Yes, Niklaus. After all, you should be proud. Y/N has taken after you and done well for herself.”

As she is let go by Rebekah, she quickly finds herself in the arms of her eldest, living brother. Elijah, her voice of reason and her protector over a millennia.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. We all have…”

She returns his hug, and against her better judgment, she finally lets her guard down. Elijah lets her go and before she can say anything, she spots Harry turning the corner, his eyes roaming everywhere in search of her.

“Y/N!”

She pushes past her siblings, ignoring the stares of her siblings as she rushes over to her worried boyfriend. He spots her and rushes to her, his arms open as she rushes into his arms.

“Christ, you had me so worried! You just vanished and I-.”

Harry is interrupted by a strong force pulling him away from Y/N, before he is pushed up against the wall by Klaus, fear and confusion appearing on his face.

“Well well, little sister. It seems you’ve found yourself a new toy. It’s a shame I’ll have kill him.”

Her eyebrows furrow in anger and she rushes towards her brother with determination. Although she is no match for the Hybrid, their elder brother is the one to push him off of the singer and Harry drops to the floor.

“Niklaus, that’s enough. I did not agree to bring you here so you could torment Y/N. You claimed you wanted forgiveness from our sister, this is certainly not the way to ask for it.”

Ignoring everything else going on behind her, Y/N helps Harry up as he leans on her, out of breath though still full of fear.

“What- what is going on, Y/N? T-These are your siblings?”

She sighs as she guides him over to the nearest bench and sits him down before she turns her head to her eldest brother.

“Elijah? A moment, please? I need to talk to Harry.”

Elijah nods with small smile and drags her siblings away to look at one her pieces, though she can clearly hear him begin to scold Niklaus more. She turns her attention to Harry and her heart drops at his current state. His eyes are full of fear, his hands are shaking and his hair is disheveled.

“Yes… those were my siblings Harry. I’m so, so sorry. Niklaus… he wasn’t supposed to be here. I left them behind because of him…”

She squeezes his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

“W-What is he? His eyes- they were yellow! And he had fangs! Are you like that too?”

He quickly lets her go and as he stands up, his legs give out on him and he falls back onto the bench.

“Harry, please. I need you to be open-minded and listen to what I’m about to tell you. You have nothing to fear, and what I tell you doesn’t change who I am. I am the Y/N that you know and love and I promise this is the only thing I have ever kept from you. Can you listen to me, H?”

He nods, though he moves away from her, causing her to frown.

“I’m not actually 24…. I am over a millennia old. My family… We are the original vampires. I have 5 brothers and a sister. Though only 3 brothers remain. Henrik… He was my twin brother… He was killed by..By a werewolf. My mother was a witch… She performed a dark spell on the rest of us and turned us into these-monsters. And we’ve lived as such for a millennia.”

She looks up at Harry and his face is no longer filled by fear, but shock.

“W-We’ve been together for 4 years, Y/N… How? D-Don’t you need blood? H-how are you walking in the sun and why are you eating normal food? You love to eat-.”

She sighs and takes his hand in hers, causing him to stop talking as he looks into her eyes.

“There’s a lot to explain. And I will, later. I promise. But for now, all you need to know is I am who I say I am. Unlike my siblings… I could never bring myself to injure or sire anyone… And my blood intake is minimal. From some friends that know. They donate it to me and a few drops holds me over for almost a year and a half… I wouldn’t do it at all if I could avoid it but I can’t. I promise you, it’s me,”

He looks further into her eyes and the tears threatening to spill breaks his heart. He pulls her into his lap and she begins to sob as he cradles her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.

“Of course you wouldn’t, my girl could never hurt a fly. You have such a kind heart, always reaching out to others when they’re down or needing help. I’m so sorry I made you upset, my love. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

He wipes away her tears as he rocks her and she lets out small sniffles.

“I left… Because of Nik. He’s cruel and possessive. He means well.. But he’s never understood boundaries… Or humility. Every time one of us has found love or makes something of ourselves, he rips it away. I’m not even sure how I was able to stay away for so long. But I shouldn’t have kept this a secret from you… I love you Harry. And I don’t want to lose you.”

He leans in and pecks her lips, holding her tight in his arms before he lets her go and stands up, holding a hand out to her.

“C’mon, Y/N. Let’s go settle this. If plan to be with you for the rest of my life, then I suppose I need to get to know your family.”

She purses her lips and takes his hand, standing up with a hesitant nod. The wander through the exhibition until they finally find her siblings, chatting with each other as they admire one of her most prized pieces. The older Mikaelson’s sense the couple approaching and they turn to face them, Elijah standing in front of Klaus in order to shield his little sister from him.

“Thank you… For coming. Before you say anything else, I need to introduce you to someone.”

I grip Harry’s hand once before continuing.

“This… Is Harry. I love him with… Everything that I am. So please… Please respect that.”

She looks to Niklaus, who pushes Elijah to see his little sister and he lets out a sigh.

“I suppose… I owe this to you, don’t I, Y/N?”

She stands firm against her brother, though she continues to fight back tears in fear of her big brother.

“Niklaus… I am not Henrik. I am here, brother. There’s no need to shelter me. There never was.I know you blame yourself for what happened to Henrik, and I know that’s why you’ve tried to keep us together but we can’t live like that Nik. We want to grow and love. Just as mother had hoped for us when we were children, before any of this mess started.”

He looks into my eyes and I see his body relax, though he remains next to Elijah as I continue.

“Please, Nik, he’s not going to hurt me. Please, trust me.”

Against her better judgment, she lets Harry go and rushes over to Klaus, pulling him into a hug. He freezes up at first but returns her embrace, taking in her comforting scent that he’s missed dearly. After a moment or so, Niklaus gains his composure and pushes his sister away, only to see the pleasing expression in her eyes.

“Just… Remember to visit home, little one. I’ve missed you. We all have…”

He rests a hand on her head and pats her head, just as he had used to when she was a child, only softer, as to not ruin her hair. She smiles and gives her brother one last hug before returning to her boyfriends side.

“Would you like a tour of the gallery? I think I’ve got some extra time on my hands!”

She giggles as she takes Harry’s arm and her siblings smile, giving her a nod. They begin to walk around the exhibition when Harry pipes up with a question.

“Wait… So I understand how you manage with blood… But how are you walking around in the daylight?”

They laugh and she shakes her head, squeezing Harry’s arm as they continue their walk.

She felt at peace after that day. She had her demons, but she had gained all she had ever wanted.

Ya’ll can thank @harrysmimi for this! She sparked the inspo! I know this totally came out of nowhere but if anyone is interested in more, I think I can definitely write more! Please like and reblog!

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