#davina claire x sister reader

[bellarkeselection]

Hey could I request a klaus x reader the reader is a witch Davina sister and he falls in love with her ?

Claire He Could Stand

If somebody could write this as a full fic I would gladly read it. I feel like this idea is so interesting 🤔

Witches were an annoying little thing to the original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Recently since he had moved back to New Orleans he found one girl in particular bloody frustrating Davina Claire...one exception was her sister Y/n. Standing in front of one of the paintings of me that Klaus had done I smiled only wearing his shirt that looked like a dress on me. "I was expecting to wake up to you beside me, little witch." I smiled feeling his arms wrap around me from behind with his chin resting on my shoulder. He leans forward planting a kiss to my neck right before I turned around facing him. "I'm sorry, Nik. I just had to admire someone's handy work." He smirked watching me eyeing his bare chest listening to my heart beat increasing when I blushed. "I certainly wouldn't mind recreating the fun we had last night, love."

He leans forward drawing me in for a deep kiss making me moan wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped my legs around his waist vamping me back into his room where I hit the soft mattress right before my phone started ringing on the nightstand. "Ignore it sweetheart." Klaus mumbled kissing my neck when I try to reach for it. Moving one of my hands into his dirty blonde hair I twisted it hearing him moan then kissing me hungerly. I smirked waving my freehand using my magic to flip it so I am ontop shocking the hybrid underneath me. "If you were anyone else Y/n my little witch you would have a dagger in your heart by now for that..." He growled flashing his golden hybrid eyes up at me.

"It's a good thing I'm the only witch you can stand to be around this long with." I teased leaning down about to kiss him again until the door gets burst open. I screamed falling over underneath the covers with Klaus ready to stab whoever it was interrupting us. "Y/n, I know you're here. Why haven't you been answering my calls. I did a locater spell and - oh god!" My sister screamed covering her eyes with her hand immediately. Klaus flopped back draping an arm over my shoulder with my head laying against his chest. "Hi sis..." I waved feeling embarrassed this is how she found out. She stomped up raising her hand causing my boyfriend to grab his head in pain. "Davina please. He's not hurting me." I begged her knowing she would attempt to kill him if given the chance but she dropped her hand sighing in a warning. "If you ever hurt my sister I will make you suffer!" She left the room before I climbed back into the bed with Klaus who shook his head in annoyance until I drew him in for another kiss. "You really are the only witch I can stand, Y/n Claire."

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[selmasemlan]

Be Mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I'm back with another part of this fic. I just can't stop

Warning: cute shish, none

Word count: 821

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Be Mine

The summer air in New Orleans was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant sound of jazz drifting through the streets. Luna and Marcel found themselves strolling along the banks of the Mississippi River, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the city. It had been a summer of adventures and unexpected moments, each day weaving them closer together.

As they walked hand in hand, Luna couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Their friendship had blossomed into something deeper during their time together in New Orleans, and she wondered if Marcel felt the same way.

Marcel, ever perceptive, sensed Luna's quiet contemplation. He stopped by a wrought-iron bench overlooking the river, gently guiding her to sit beside him. Luna nestled close, the warmth of his presence comforting and familiar.

"You know," Marcel began softly, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "this summer has been... extraordinary."

Luna looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. "It really has," she agreed softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Marcel reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Luna's face. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together," he confessed, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Luna's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She searched his eyes, finding warmth and affection mirrored in their depths.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Marcel continued, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "Luna, would you... would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, filled with hope and vulnerability. Luna felt a rush of emotions—joy, excitement, and a deepening affection for the man before her. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air.

"Yes, Marcel," Luna whispered, her voice barely above a murmur but filled with certainty. "I would love that."

Marcel's face broke into a wide, radiant smile, his relief evident. Without hesitation, he pulled Luna into his arms, holding her close as they savored the moment. Luna melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of unspoken words and uncharted promises between them.

They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft murmur of the river and the distant jazz music providing a gentle backdrop to their newfound happiness. Marcel twirled Luna playfully around, causing her to giggle uncontrollably, their laughter mingling with the music of the night.

Their laughter filled the air, and Marcel pulled Luna closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he murmured against her skin, his voice full of emotion.

Luna smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I think I might have an idea," she teased gently, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Marcel chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, the warmth of his lips a perfect match to the summer evening.

As they pulled back, Luna rested her head on Marcel's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "This feels like a dream," she said softly, her eyes closing as she relished the feeling of being so close to him.

Marcel kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "If it is, I never want to wake up," he replied, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the gentle sounds of the city around them. Eventually, Marcel stood, taking Luna's hand in his and leading her to a quiet spot by the water. The city lights reflected off the surface of the river, creating a magical, shimmering scene.

Marcel pulled Luna into another dance, their movements slow and intimate. "Dance with me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Luna nodded, her heart full as they swayed together under the stars. Each step felt like a promise, a silent vow of the love they were just beginning to explore.

When the night grew darker, they finally made their way back to the bench, sitting close together as they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. Marcel draped his arm around Luna's shoulders, pulling her into his side.

"I can't wait to see where this takes us," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "Me neither," she replied, her voice filled with hope and excitement.

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of New Orleans and the warmth of each other's embrace, Luna and Marcel knew they were embarking on a journey that would be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. The summer had brought them together, and now, their hearts were intertwined, ready to face whatever the future held.

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29 - Our Twin Daughter's

Part 30

Her Life Means Everything

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Author note : Time skip to the twins birth because I felt like it.

When my mother told me and my twin sister that the day we were born was the happiest day of her life. I always dreamed mine would be similar...and filled with less blood. Nik had managed to return Elijah to us and Rebekah fled town before things got out of hand. Two witches dragged me into the church fighting against their hold until I heard the one named Monique grabbed my shoulders. "To be reborn, you must sacrifice."

Revealing my fangs I tried biting into her neck needing to keep them from hurting the twins since Nik was off dealing with Marcel and what not. "You will not hurt my girls, witch!"

"The ancestors demand an offering in exchange for power." Genevieve another witch declared.

Monique replied unfazed by the thought of killing babies. "You and your children will be a fine offering."

"You will not take my babies, I will kill ALL OF YOU!" I demanded flashing my fangs revealing the veins underneath my eyes. "My boyfriend will slaughter every one of you for this!"

Monique spoke, shoving me down onto a table in the middle of the church. "No, you won't! And neither will Klaus, or Elijah! When your babies are born, you will offer her up to those who came before us." Two other witches held me down as I bared my teeth, feeling contractions in my lower back.

Suddenly the door bursts opened where I gasped seeing Klaus growling towards the witches. "Nik!" He had blood running down his chin as he ran forward tearing the head off a witch until two raised their arms holding him against the wall with their magic.

"I will bring hell to your family! I will bathe in rivers of your blood! You will die screaming!" Nik started screaming as I struggled to birth both the girls. Clutching the table in my hands I screamed through tears throwing my head back hearing one baby's cry and then another shortly after.

Genevieve wraps the babies each in their own blanket looking to Nik and I. "You have beautiful baby daughters..twins to be exact." Monique walks over with a knife but I shoved my fangs into her neck almost killing her. Until another witch raised their hands making pain shoot through my mind snapping my neck.

Blinking my eyes open the next few hours I groaned seeing Nik laying on the floor and our children gone with the witches. Stumbling off the table I rushed towards Nik who wrapped his arms around my waist. My legs gave out a little where he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me up. "I want them dead, Nik...I want them all dead for this!" Struggling through tears he wiped tears away intertwining my hand with his.

"Don't worry, Mads. We'll paint the city in red. I promise you that." He croaked out brushing his thumb over the witch's blood still on my lips. He intertwined our hands together vamping to the cemetery where the witches were trying to kill the twins. Closing my eyes I tilted my head up hearing the two heartbeats I had heard for nine months. Such a sound I knew all too well. Vamping around corners Elijah found us right as the witches were close to killing the kids.

"Elijah shoot!" I cried right before he picks up an urn and lobs it at the witches, which slams against Genevieve's hand and knocks the knife away. Getting into a running stance the three of us tried vamping forward but the two witches raised their other hands throwing us backwards.

Lifting my head up from the stone ground I gasped seeing a bunch of dead witches helping the two alive ones from keeping us away. "You fools! To come against us in our place of power, in our strongest hour. You don't face three, you face us all." Monique declared proudly.

Some of the witches threw Nik into a brick building. Elijah gets rolled onto his back from the witches. Struggling to keep my balance he turned his head in my direction seeing Genevieve rushing forward for the knife that she had dropped earlier. "Get Genevieve - urgh I'll deal with them!"

He grunts so I vamped forward shoving her up against the wall. "You tried to kill my children for your dumb magic!" I growled until she raised her hand stabbing me in the chest. I dropped on a knee feeling pain in my head seeing she was using her magic with her other hand.

"As long as that child lives, the witches of New Orleans will never stop coming for it....She will never stop coming for it. It has been decreed - your babies will be consecrated among her ancestors. They will not live." She explained until I saw a throwing star fly past my head killing Monique. She dropped to the floor and Marcel vamped away with the twins in his hands.

Vamping after him I gasped, smelling an entire room in blood. Nik stared at me seeing Marcel sitting on the ground surrounded by dead vampires from werewolf bites. Tears slipping from my eyes I crossed my arms over my chest angry. "You took our children from us!"

"I needed to draw him here so he would heal them, Maddie." Marcel replied, holding the twins close to his chest.

Nik bends down on a knee biting into his wrist holding it out to Marcel. "You saved my children's lives, Marcel. For that, you deserve this. We will take down whoever brought this upon us, I swear it."

Bending down on my knees Marcel hands me the first child that has my eyes. I felt tears slipping down my face shifting the infant in my arms gently. "Nikola Elizabeth Mikaelson..." I mumbled under my breath grinning ear to ear. Knowing that my mother and sister would be waiting to see these two adorable infants.

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson...our twin princesses." Nik declared leaning into me holding our second daughter in his arms. I could see a genuine smile on his face even though we both were covered in blood. The only thing that matters was that our twin daughters were safe.

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We're Good

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: TVD/TO

Summary: Kol meets Davina and finally seems serious about someone, so his best friend convinces herself to finally let go of her secret crush. But when Kol gets jealous of her paying attention to another guy, what once seemed settled might not actually be finished.

Word Count: 3,092

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Title is lightly inspired by the Dua Lipa song, although the fic doesn't totally fit it.

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I tried not to scowl as I watched Kol from the second level of the Mikaelson compound. He was down on the dancefloor, in the middle of the latest party he and his family had decided to throw. I knew Nik or Elijah had some ulterior motive for hosting, but I hadn't cared because this time, I'd had my own ulterior motive. I'd put on my absolute best outfit and made sure I looked like a knockout, all so I could finally tell Kol Mikaelson, my longtime friend and crush, how I really felt about him.

And now, before I could, he was standing at the edge of the dancefloor trying to make a move on Davina Claire.

I should've known. Kol and I had been friends for a long time, and despite pretty regular flirty moments between us, he'd never taken any steps to make us something more serious. Instead, he flirted with, hooked up with, and even dated whatever mortal he'd most recently fallen for while I stood by pretending not to get my heart broken.

This time, I was done with it. For good.

I set my jaw and squinted, refusing to let the tears fall as I turned from the balcony. I almost made it into a hallway off the Mikaelson compound where I could disappear from everything, but of course, I couldn't quite get that lucky.

"He's a bloody idiot, you know."

Rebekah Mikaelson, my best friend in the world, stood before me with her hands on her hips, blocking my exit.

"Rebekah-"

"I'd love to have you for a sister-in-law, but you deserve better than one of my idiot brothers. As a boyfriend and as a friend."

"Bex, I don't want to hear it right now."

The sympathy on her face almost killed me, but she stepped aside. I thought that would be it, but then she called out to me just before I could turn the corner and escape this whole mess.

"Mourn all you like tonight, but tomorrow we're going out! There are plenty of men in this city to help you forget all about Kol!"

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Rebekah gave me exactly one day before she started hounding me about going out on the town to forget her "idiot brother". And honestly, I might've ignored her, except for the fact that Kol spent the entire day after the ball with Davina.

I'd always known he was a flirt, but this time, he actually seemed to mean it. So I gave him more space than usual, for my sake as much as his, and spent more time wih Rebekah. We baked and went on walks, and after a while, I stopped shooting her down when she tried to drag me to bars. Kol kept hanging out with Davina, but slowly, seeing them together was starting to hurt a little less. I always thought if he found a girl to get serious about, it would be me. And a tiny little part of my heart still tore to shreds when I saw how wrong I'd been. But unlike those first few days, the heartbreak wasn't eating me alive anymore.

Which is how I ended up out at a bar with the entire Mikaelson family, dancing my heart out on the dancefloor without a second thought for whether Kol would join me.

We'd first started a montly tradition of the firve of us going out and just having fun a few years ago, and despite various dramas and the siblings scattering to the winds, we'd more or less managed to keep it up. We always picked a place a few hours from where any of us were living and planned to stay the night, so we could well and truly forget everything but having a good time together. Normally, I spent the night orbiting Kol, to the point that Nik usually had a field day giving me shit about it. Tonight had been a little different.

I'd joined Nik in dragging Elijah out of the house, gone with Rebekah to order all of us some truly strange, fun cocktails, and danced the night away on the dancefloor with all of them, without my mind or gaze constantly circling back to Kol. He didn't seem to even notice the shift, and I was surprised to find that it didn't really bother me. Kol was a good friend, after all, and with a little more time to process, maybe we'd even be better off.

"Hey!" Rebekah shouted into my ear, still barley making herself heard over the music around us. We'd been here for hours, but none of us showed any signs of slowing down just yet. "That guy at the bar has been staring at you all night!"

I turned to follow her gaze and found a handsome guy looking back. He smiled, a little sheepish, and I returned the gesture before whipping around to Rebekah.

"Why are you so fixated on setting me up with somebody?"

"Because it's fun! And I haven't got to do it once in all the time I've known you because you've been so hung up on Kol. So come on, let me have my fun!"

I made a face. I wasn't sure I wanted to take a chance on the random person Rebekah had found, regardless of me finally being over Kol. She huffed, then leaned in to speak in my ear again.

"Just trust me! I compelled him and asked him some questions, and he seems like someone you'd get along quite well with!"

I closed my eyes. "You compelled him, Rebekah? Seriously?"

"Well how else was I supposed to make sure he wasn't some sleezy werewolf or something? Go on, just talk to him!"

"Fine! Fine, but it's still our Mikaelson Family Fun Day, so I'm just going to talk."

"That's fine with me! Although I promise not to judge you if you don't come back to the room tonight-"

I picked up the nearest thing I could find (a stack of napkins) and hucked it at her, which she easily dodged. I did my best to ignore her laughing behind me as I headed for the bar.

The guy smiled as I approached him, and I smiled back. I headed for an open spot standing next to him at the bar, and he started speaking as soon as I came within hearing range.

"Hey! I've been hoping you'd come over and say hi all night."

I smiled. "Why didn't you come over and say hi yourself?"

"Didn't want to interrupt you and your friends if you didn't want to be bothered," he said with a shrug. "Although, that girl Rebekah tried awfully hard to get me to come over once or twice."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Rebekah loves nothing more than meddling, especially in my life." I paused. "I'm glad she convinced me to come over and talk to you though."

"So am I! I-"

He broke off at the same time as I felt someone slide up to the bar behind me, chest almost pressed into my back. I started to turn around to tell whoever it was to back off, but a familiar voice spoke up before I could.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother, mate?" said Kol, his tone laced with the slightest undercurrent of a threat. Apparently, he'd decided to make sure he got what he wanted, because a moment later the guy whose name I hadn't even been able to get yet turned on his heel and walked away.

I rounded on Kol with a furious scowl, but he just grinned back at me, still very close and in my personal space. Normally, the proximity would've left me with butterflies, but right now all I felt was anger growing in the pit of my stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, an edge to my voice that I'd really never directed at Kol before. His eyebrows shot up, but otherwise, he didn't seem bothered.

"I was getting rid of that creep who was bothering you. Come on, darling, I thought you'd be thanking me-"

"Thanking you? Kol, he clearly wasn't bothering me! I came up to him, for God's sake!"

"Well I'm sorry, it just looked like you might want me to step in-"

"How? How did it look like that, Kol?"

My voice was getting louder now, enough that a few people were starting to take notice, but I didn't care. I was furious at my so-called friend and he was going to hear about it.

Kol cleared his throat. "Love, maybe we should take this somewhere else-"

"Knock it off with the pet names! Kol seriously, what the fu-"

In a split second, the bar disappeared around me. Instead, I found myself thrown over Kol's shoulder as he vampire-sped out of the bar. When we finally stopped, it was just inside the front door of the house we'd all rented, with Kol's back to me as he closed the front door.

I took my opening and hurled the nearest pillow at his head. It hit its target dead on, and I got halfway through picking up another one when Kol used his vamp speed to close the distance between us and grab my wrist.

"Hey! Knock it off, alright? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Are you kidding me Kol?" I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or all three, but I focused on the screaming part as I faced a bewildered Kol. "You absolute hypocrite, how dare you pull me out of that bar, and how dare youstep into my conversation like that!"

"What? Is this seriously all about me scaring off that one guy? You hardley knew him!"

"Obviously it's not completely about him, although that move still sucked, Kol! It's about you thinking you have some right to barge into my life and scare off a guy who might be interested in me! Because that's what it was, right? There's no way you thought I wanted him gone, so you did all this because you wanted him gone, right?"

"...I- I guess I didn't really like seeing him with you, but-"

"But nothing! Kol, we've had just a kind of flirty friendship forever. And whenever it seemed like we might be heading into something else, you were always the one to bail out. And last month, when you found Davina and got serious about someone else, it ripped my heart out. But I forced myself to take some time and get over it! Because that's your choice, and I care about you regardless of if you want to date me. But Kol, you have been clearly, specifically going after Davina lately. Which means you have absolutely no right to come tell some guy at the bar to back off when he's flirting with me."

"Darling, come on-"

I held up a hand to cut Kol off. The storm of emotions had finally started calming, hardening into something more manageable. I'd let myself struggle in this relationship without ever having an up front conversation for far too long. We were going to set some boundaries and have it all out, whether or not Kol wanted to. I was done with the rollercoaster ride.

"Kol, I know you call a lot of people 'darling', but if you want to stay friends with me then I'm going to need you to stop calling me that."

Kol just stared at me for a few moments, blinking and apparently processing everything I'd just said. His eyebrows knit together and he looked seriously distressed, but I refused to back down. After a moment, he took a half step towards me, his hand reaching out slightly towards my own.

"...And what if I don't think I want to be friends anymore, darling?"

I scoffed, another overwhelming wave of anger rising up and over me. I shook my head and turned around, walking a few steps away and hoping the space would help me cool down.

"You better not be flirting with me right now, Mikaelson, after everything I just said and everything you've been up to with Davina lately."

"Davina and I aren't together, love. We went on a few dates after Nik's little party, but we've hardly seen each other since then, and I don't intend to keep anything going. You might have noticed, but you started avoiding me after the ball and I had no idea why."

I turned to face Kol at last, scanning his face for any hint of something that might help me make up my mind on how to feel about all this. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, and I scowled.

"I wish you'd said something earlier about this little crush of yours, honestly. I didn't think I had a shot in hell with you. It would've saved us both some time."

I shook my head, slowly at first and then much much faster. Before I completely realized what I was doing, I crossed the room and smacked Kol in the chest. He was one of the oldest vamipres to ever live, so it didn't have much of an impact on him, but it definitely made me feel better.

"Kol Mikaelson, you jackass! You do not get to use this as an excuse to confess feelings for me!"

He laughed, holding up his hands and clearly fighting a beaming smile. I slowly tapered off my assault, instead opting for crossing my arms and absolutely fuming at him.

"Seriously, Kol, this isn't funny. I show interest in someone else for the first time in our friendship, and all of a sudden you're dropping everything to come and confess feelings for me? You get why I don't feel like that's completely sincere, right?"

Kol sighed, the smile finally falling off his face. He moved to close the distance between us again, and this time, I let him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not joking because it's a joke to me, I promise. I've had feelings for you as long as I've known you, darling, but I didn't think I had a chance with you. And you've been important to everyone in our family for just about as long as we've known you. If I made things complicated, or made you want to stop spending time with all of us, my siblings would've literally killed me."

I snorted, looking down so Kol wouldn't see me fighting a smile off my face. No matter what, Kol always seemed able to make me smile when I least wanted to. Normally, it was one of my favorite things about him.

"What can I do, hm? What can I do to prove I mean what I'm saying?"

I sighed, crossing my arms and at last looking up at Kol. With wide eyes and no hint of the sardonic smile I knew so well, he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him before.

"...If you're really sure about this, Kol, that you really mean this...?"

"I do. Darling, I swear I do. I promise you, I won't waste the chance if you give me one."

"Okay, then prove it. I've never seen you go more than a week without flirting with some human, witch, vampire, werewolf, or whatever other sentient beings we come across. Make it a month, and maybe I'll believe what you said about being serious about this."

"...And will we be dating for that month?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "No. I want to, Kol, and I want that to be where this goes, but... I need to see that this is real first. I want to believe it is, so badly, but after centuries of meaningless flirting and dancing around each other without a conversation, of seeing you have flings every chance you get and watching each one of those burn out... I can't just take it on faith."

Kol sighed, glancing down at the ground before meeting my eyes again. He didn't say anything, just closed the little remaining distance between us as he brought his arms up to circle my waist. He pulled me to him, leaning down with a glance at my lips, and I didn't stop him as he pulled me into a kiss.

Fireworks exploded in my chest. My knees went a little week as I leaned further into Kol, resting my hands on his shoulders. After a few long moments, just as my common sense started returning to tell me what a mistake this was, Kol pulled back with a grin.

"Sorry, darling. But I couldn't wait a month to do that."

I snorted and shook my head, stepping carefully out of Kol's grip. He watched my every move with a smile, and my heart did a backflip when he licked his lips. I told my heart to calm the hell down.

"I... certainly didn't mind the potential preview," I admitted.

Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me.

"This is going be the longest month of my life... but if that's what it'll take, I'll make it through. I know it'll be worth it, especially now."

I rolled my eyes, but this time, I couldn't quite keep a smile off my face. Finally, my heart started returning to a normal pace, and I managed to meet Kol's eyes again without having a cardiac event.

"Alrlight, so... what do we do now? I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to go back to the bar."

"Is that a joke, darling?" He raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. His mouth dropped open like he couldn't believe I was serious. "I may not get to do the activity I most want to do right now for another month, but I did just get my best friend back after extensive radio silence. We have so many episodes of our favorite shows to catch up on!"

"...You didn't watch them without me?"

"Of course not! Did you watch them without me?"

"Of course not!"

"Well then, there you have it! That's our evening. You make the popcorn, I'll turn on the tv."

I laughed as Kol turned on his heel, getting immediately to work. I still wanted to wait the month I'd made him promise; I still wasn't confident his romantic affections wouldn't wander. But despite all that, a massive weight lifted off my chest as I headed into the kitchen for snacks. I had my best friend back, and finally, after a ridiculous amount of waiting and dancing around each other and poor communication, we were actually getting a shot at our happy ending.

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Out Of This World

Chapter 4

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Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester

Summary: You and the Mikaelsons are fighting a powerful witch that’s trying to take over New Orleans. The only solution: banishment to another universe. However, the spell goes… wrong, and it’s not the witch that ends up in another universe, but you. - At the same time, over a thousand miles away in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm goes off: a rift has opened up. The Winchesters and their angel partners in crime decide to investigate. What will they find when they get to New Orleans?

Word count: 4127 words

Warnings: Little bit of a panic attack, some cursing.

Previously: The dark blonde haired man in the car in front of you was beginning to look impatient, and you couldn't blame him. He'd paid for your coffee, and now here you were, stumbling around your words. Then again, you couldn't be sure you'd heard them right when you'd come out of the diner. You took a deep breath before you spoke. "Uh... did you say anything about a rift?"

Davina Claire had sworn that she would bring Kol Mikaelson back from the dead. As his family, the Mikaelsons had promised their support in her efforts - despite his tamper and, as a result, his frequent daggerings, he was their brother after all and they preferred to know him daggered in a coffin, ready to be brought back at any time, rather than as dead as he was now. One condition was temporary, the other permanent. Davina Claire intended to change that.

Rebekah had stayed true to her word and the two of them had spent hours browsing the various antique books that rested in Kol's lair or were part of Cami's heritage. That was, until Athea launched her first attacks on the Mikaelson clan. Soon, she became their sole focus. And Davina understood. It's hard to fight two battles at once, so she kept at the studies on her own. However, when some of her own friends fell victim to one of Athea's attacks, she reluctantly joined the Mikaelson's fight. Davina was not the kind of person to stand by and watch her friends die, even if it meant that Kol had to wait. It was her who found a hint about a spell that could transport a being to another universe. She delivered the breakthrough for what ultimately became their final strategy against Athea.

As part of this strategy, she had agreed to stay back and protect the compound as a 'just-in-case' precaution. Athea had tricked them time and time again, and even though they were sure that this time, they would finally get rid of her, they still had to play their cards right. So Davina stayed back and put a protection spell over the compound while the attack team ventured out to carry out their final plan. As an extra-precaution, she didn't stay at the compound herself, but had locked herself in Kol's 'playhouse' where she finally resumed her studies.

It was time to bring her boyfriend back from the dead.

Or it would be, if she finally found a way. So far, she was no closer to her goal than she'd been in the months and weeks before. Davina was glad to hear the door open and see the two Mikaelson sisters entering. Help had arrived.

"I see you brought reinforcements," she smiled, but her smile quickly faded when she noticed the tension in the duo's faces. "What happened?"

"I can't believe she found a way to redirect the spell." Davina slowly sunk on the stool behind her. You and her had never been the best of friends. While you had no issues with each other, you had never truly warmed up to Kol. It didn't run as deep as animosity, but it would have been a stretch to call you and Kol 'friends'. The status between you and the youngest Mikaelson brother had transferred to you and Davina, who couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards you: loving one Mikaelson brother and even accepting Klaus' behavior, only to turn your nose up at Kol's past mistakes; it didn't sit right with her. But even so, she would have never wished for anything bad to happen to you. The fact that Athea had managed to send you to another universe - you didn't deserve it. "How did she do it?"

Freya placed a small sack containing a black powder on the table in front of her. "I think she used this. Y/N was choking on it when we got there. It's dried fruit of the tree of life. Supposedly you can use it for a multitude of ways in just one spell," she explained as Davina examined the fine particles.

"Like choking someone and then sending someone to an alternate universe," Rebekah sourly added. Freya nodded.

"I think the choking was just for show, a distraction from her real plan, which was to redirect the spell and mark Y/N as the true target. The choking was probably just a decoy."

"Fruit of the tree of life. I've never heard of it before." The young witch rubbed the black substance between her fingers and watched as it coated her fingertips like coal dust, glittering and shimmering in the light that emanated from the ceiling.

"That's because it was believed to be extinct. Not even Daliah knew of a plant that still grew these. This is seriously old magic. About as old as it gets."

Davina could tell that Freya was right. There was a sort of power, a kind she had never felt before, that softly radiated from the powdered substance. Fruit from the tree of life.

Tree of life.

Tree of... life.

The idea struck her like lightning.

"We could use this for Kol!" Davina jumped from the stool and hastily walked over to her notes that were strewn across another table. "If we channel the power from the fruit-"

She was cut off mid-sentence by Freya. "It won't work."

The interruption stunned the young witch. She momentarily froze, papers in one hand, the other still tarnished from the magical substance. Then came the anger. All her grief, all her desperation surged through her in a hot wave.

"And why the hell not!" she exploded. The lights briefly flickered in the room and her notes flew off the table.

"Because! What little bit of powder I could gather in that alley is not nearly enough to do what you propose! To redirect a spell and to to resurrect someone from the dead - they're two entirely different undertakings with vastly different resource requirements!" Freya was seemingly growing agitated by Davina's attitude, but the younger witch did not care.

"Okay, so we find more!"

Freya laughed at that. "Oh, right, because that'll be a walk in the park. This very well could have been the last fruit in existence. It's supposed to be extinct, if you remember," she snapped back. Tension built in the room as the two witches stared at each other, palpable in the air as their magic flowed out of them, fueled by their emotions.

"Alright now, let's just calm down for a moment!" Rebekah stepped between the two women, arms raised in the air. "Don't you see? This is exactly what Athea wanted. She's dead, for Christ's sake, and we're still at each other's throats!" She looked from one witch to the other. Both were still staring each other down, although the palpable tension had eased up a bit. Neither of them objected, so Rebekah turned to Davina.

"I swore to you that I would help you bring Kol back and I stand by what I said. I would like nothing more than to know my beloved brother alive and well."

Davina crossed her arms in front of her chest. "But?"

"But." Rebekah sighed and finally let her arms drop to her side. It looked more like resignation than standing down. "Kol is dead, while our beloved Y/N is very much alive, stuck in another universe. I hate to say this, but I think my dear brother will have to fend for himself another day while we focus on finding a way to get Y/N back."

"I can't believe you. I can't believe you! You know the ancestors are constantly looking for him! Who knows what they'll do when they find him!" Tears of anger sprung in Davina's eyes. Kol had made it clear that he was anything but welcome in the ancestral plane. She was worried that they would find him and do unimaginable things to him, things that would leave his soul damaged beyond repair and unable to be brought back. How could Rebekah not see that?

"If he's managed to avoid them this long, I'm sure he'll be able to do it for a moment longer. Come on, Davina, you know Kol is too smart for his own good. He'll find a way. But we need to find a way too. We can't just leave Y/N like that." There was pleading in Rebekah's eyes, but it didn't touch Davina in the least.

"No, I suppose you can't. But you sure have no trouble leaving your brother behind." With that, she turned on her heels and stormed out of the cemetery complex.

"She said it was a witch that got her here." Dean held up his phone between himself and Cas.

"A witch?" Sam's voice came through the speaker.

"Mh-hmm," Dean nodded and eyed you through the windshield. You leaned against the hood of the car that was parked in front of the Impala, bouncing a leg and nibbling on one of your nails. "Said she saw someone casting, then one second she was there, next she was here."

"Sounds like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Sam mused.

"She called it a rift though." Cas shifted in his seat so that he got closer to the speaker. "Wouldn't that imply knowledge of the spell?"

Jack was quick to jump on that bandwagon. "Is she a witch?"

"I don't know, man," Dean replied as he kept on watching you. Something felt off to him about this, although he couldn't quite put a finger on it yet. For what it was worth, you did truly seem out of it. Like you were... lost. "Wouldn't she just book it out of here if she was?"

Sam agreed that he had a point. "Look, why don't you just get her here and we'll see where we go from there?"

It was as good an idea as any, and more than Dean could come up with at the moment. Still, he wasn't ready to leave just yet. Cas had been right - they should definitely sniff around a bit, even if it looked like they'd already found what they'd been looking for. "Yeah I'll get back to you on that, Sammy." He had an idea after all.

The two men hadn't been on the phone for long, and yet it still felt like an eternity had passed when the one who'd payed for your coffee finally stepped back out of the car. He walked over to you at a leisurely pace, although it seemed a bit forced, like he was approaching you in a way you would a scared animal, trying not to spook you. It didn't really ease your nerves. If anything, it put you more on edge. Regardless, you tried to keep your voice steady. "So? What's the verdict? Am I being admitted?" You were proud to hear that your voice wasn't nearly as shaky as you felt on the inside.

He gave you a quizzical look, but when he saw the somewhat sad smile on your face, he gave a dry chuckle. "Is that what you thought we were doing back there?"

You shrugged. "I wouldn't have blamed you. Talking about witches and how I'm from a different universe... Not the kind of stuff you hear every day, I guess."

Another short laugh came from the man. "Trust me, we've heard weirder stuff."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that, but it didn't look like he felt the need to elaborate on that.

"So." He shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket as he shifted into a wider stance. You couldn't help but feel like he was trying to exude more authority. "You think you could find your way back to where you entered? We'd like to take a look at the scene ourselves, see if there's anything to find."

As if you could forget. Not only had you gone back there last night, drunkenly stumbling through the streets in hopes of finding anything, something that could help you feel at ease, but you'd lived in New Orleans long enough to know your way around most parts of the city. You'd found nothing, of course. And neither would they. There was nothing to be found. "What are you looking for, exactly?"

"We'll know when we find it." You could tell he was watching you closely, gauging your reaction.

"Alright," you shrugged. "I can show you. But whatever you're hoping to find, I'm telling you, it's not there. I checked myself last night."

"I'll take that chance. Come on." He cocked a head at their car and waited until you'd moved past him to follow you.

"Right in there," you said and gestured at the opening of the alleyway that was ahead of you. It had been a short, silent car ride. The car you'd ridden didn't resemble a cop car in any way, and yet it had felt very much like you were in the back of one. Or at least what you imagined it would be like. Sure, you hadn't been handcuffed and there were no bars separating you from the front seats, but there was an unspoken tension in the air that felt cold and about as comfortable as a ride to a police station would probably be.

You paused at the corner, reluctant to set a foot into the place. In your drunken state you'd tumbled around the alley no problem, but in your sober state, crossing back into where everything had just gone so horribly wrong... You had to physically force your body to move.

Your two companions were walking up and down the small alley, checking the floor, looking behind a dumpster, even running a finger across the walls here and there, although what for, you had no idea. It didn't look like they were coming up with much of anything, at least as far as you could tell. The one who'd paid for your coffee reached into his jacket and retrieved a funny looking device. It had a small antenna like old hand-held radios did back in the day and the top of it was lined with tiny colored lightbulbs. You'd never seen anything like it.

"Uhhh." You stepped a little further into the alleyway. "Umh, what's that for?"

"EMF-Meter," came the reply from behind him. You turned to the other guy, but before you could ask, he already continued. "Checks for ghost activity." He smiled at you, looking rather proud for having shared this information with you.

"Right." You'd told them a witch had brought you here. What did ghosts have to do with this? "Umh. Why?"

"Just covering all our bases." The man holding the EMF-Meter seemed satisfied with the results of his measurements and tucked it back into his pocket before he got his phone out. You saw him open the Maps app. "This checks out. It fits with the location the table picked up."

The man in the trench-coat nodded at you. "Looks like we already found what we were looking for."

Even though it seemed like a positive statement, they did not seem very happy. You felt the spotlight on you as they both regarded you for a moment, the lines growing deeper and deeper on the forehead of the man with the funny gadget. He seemed rather upset with something.

...with you?

"Umh." You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. "Something wrong?"

Silence. You felt your pulse slowly quicken. Heat rose within you and slowly filled your gut as the anxiety put your bile on a simmer.

"Dean." The man in the trench-coat gently nudged his partner, who still had his eyes locked on you. When he didn't reply, he nudged him again.

The man named Dean made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl. The annoyance was carved into his face. "Come on, Cas, when has anything ever been this easy!"

Excuse him?

"Easy?!" Your core temperature was still boiling, but the underlying emotions were shifting as the uneasy fear slowly got replaced by anger. Why was he so annoyed with you, with your situation? And what about this was easy?!

"I'm sorry that my predicament is such an inconvenience to you, but I would just love to know what about this is so easy! Did I miss something? Is there an alternate universe hot-express that I can just hop on? Next stop my universe, final destination the Marvel universe?!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." Dean rolled his eyes, which made you all the more furious.

"Then what is it, hm?" You were almost stomping your foot like an upset toddler, but dammit, what was this guy's problem? It's not like he was stuck in a universe that wasn't his.

"I got a feeling you're not telling us the whole truth, that's what!," he snapped at you, his voice echoing back at you from the walls on each side.

You stared at him furiously. No shit you hadn't told him everything. You knew better than that. You get transported to another universe by accident and run into someone talking about a rift the next day? If he had any reason to be suspicious of you, then you had all the more reasons to be just as suspicious of him and his companion. Who were they to know what a rift is anyway? 'We came to see what came out of the rift' they'd said. Like that wasn't just as dubious as your story, if not more. And what was up with the way they'd checked this alley? What had they been looking for? They'd gone over the place looking for traces of god-knows-what in the same way a hunter would check for tracks of his prey.

Shit. The penny suddenly dropped. Hunters.

Of course, of all the people you could run into, it'd be hunters. Luck really wasn't on your side at the moment.

You weighed your options in a split-second. Take off? Probably not your best shot. You did well in a fight if you had to, but your stamina did not allow for a wild goose chase through the city, especially after the night you'd had. Yesterday's sprint had already proven that. So what else? Even if they were hunters, they were your only connection to the Supernatural you'd found within the last 24 hours. Might as well stick it out with them, at least for a little while. If you played your cards right, perhaps you could use their help until you found a way back. If things got too hairy in the meantime... well, you could still ditch them later, and in a more clever way that wouldn't require running.

"I told you," you pressed out between gritted teeth. "A witch sent me here."

"Okay, yeah, but you didn't say why? Must've had a good reason to do a big spell like that. What'd you do, eh? Piss her off?" Dean had moved a little closer towards you. Everything about his body language put you on edge - it was almost like he was getting ready to square up with you, which did not seem so unlikely after all.

"No!" You involuntarily moved a step backwards and, against every instinct, tears suddenly flooded your face. They weren't tears of fear, nor of rage. "Something went wrong! It wasn't supposed to be me!" The last words came out in a sob and you rubbed over your face angrily. It felt weak to be crying in a moment where your safety wasn't guaranteed, but you couldn't help it. Dean's hostile behavior just drove the fact home that you were entirely on your own, with no one in your corner to back you up. It frustrated you and it disgusted you that without Elijah, you were reduced to this, this blubbering, lonely and insecure version of yourself. Not only was this version of the world alien to you, you yourself felt alien.

You rubbed your sleeve over your face again to get rid of the tears, but they wouldn't stop. The man that Dean had referred to as Cas approached you and laid a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, Dean, this is pointless. Her tears seem genuine to me. Let's just go back to the bunker," he said in the deep and gruff voice you'd heard him speak in before. Then he turned to you. "I should have a handkerchief here somewhere. Hold on." He patted down his trench-coat in search for something that could stop your snot and you were grateful for his intervention. Dean, however, had not been convinced.

"Who's to say she's not a witch herself?"

You gawked at Dean. Is this guy serious? A shriek laugh slipped out of your throat before you could stop it. Me? A witch? The situation was just getting more absurd by the second.

"Something funny to you?" He took another step towards you, bringing himself into an arm's reach. His eyes had narrowed and his face was cold and hard.

"Yeah, actually," you scoffed while you made sure to stand your ground. No retreating this time. "You are. You think I'd send myself here on purpose? What a genius idea. Why don't we all just send ourselves to a place where we know fuck-all and leave everyone we love behind! Get in, losers, we're going to a different universe with no way back!" Your voice had slowly risen to a shout. And with the decibels, your anger also grew.

"Why the hell would I be coming to you for help, if I was such a powerful witch?" You'd jabbed your finger at his chest and now it was Dean who was retreating, apparently somewhat intimidated by your outburst.

"He probably thinks you're here for him."

You spun around to the man in the trench coat behind you. Unlike Dean, he didn't seem to think you were a threat. Where Dean's body language was all 'just give me a reason', nothing about this man indicated that he found you worrisome in any way. It was oddly reassuring and just the tiniest bit insulting.

"Me. Here for him," you repeated, but the words didn't make any more sense the second time around either. "Uh-huh. Why?"

"Because they usually are," the man replied ever so nonchalantly. You narrowed your eyes. Is he fucking with me?

"Are you fucking with me?"

"You were right about the Mikaelson's. They don't stay true to their word, always finding something else to invest themselves in, something that they think is more important." The bitterness in Davina's voice was unmissable, dark and sour against the sweet tone of her voice.

"I did warn you. Giving trust to a Mikaelson is the same was fetching water with a bucket full of holes: time wasted."

Davina snorted at the comparison. The woman next to her smiled, then continued. "I wish you would have believed me sooner, though I suppose you had to find out for yourself. They won't aide you in bringing back Kol Mikaelson."

"I see that now."

"Good." The other woman rose from her seat and turned to Davina once more. "You know what to do then."

Davina stayed in her seat as the retreating steps slowly faded into the background behind her. She did know what to do. It just wouldn't be so easy.

"So, the last time someone opened a rift to this world, it was from an apocalypse world where angels were fighting against humans."

"That's correct."

You leaned back into the backseat that you had all to yourself. Just like before, Dean was driving, and the man who'd introduced himself as Castiel sat in front of you in the passenger seat.

"And you're not fucking with me."

"I'm afraid I'm not," Castiel replied.

"Right." You had a hard time digesting what Castiel had told you about their past experiences with rifts. To be fair, this was your first time dealing with interdimensional traveling, but from what he'd told you, their experience was very different to yours.

"And you needed angel's grace to open it."

Again, Castiel hummed in agreement.

"Where the hell does one get angel's grace?"

"Well, we couldn't use my own, of course-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up, your own?" You leaned back forward and gripped the seat's edges. Castiel awkwardly shifted in his seat so he could look at you.

"Well, yes. I am an angel. I thought that was clear."

All you could do was gawk at him. An angel. Here. In this car.

Eventually, you found your voice again. "So angels are real?"

"What, you've got witches but no angels?" Dean scoffed, like it was the most ridiculous idea that you hadn't known about angels until now.

"I mean, pretty much, yeah," you started, but then it occurred to you that you were probably dealing with hunters and maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't give too much away about what creatures you knew, or well, dated, for that matter.

Dean seemed to ponder this for a moment, then nodded to himself. "Hu. Wonder what that's like."

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A/N: I know, two chapter 4's in one day that took wayyyy longer than anticipated, but what can I say, when inspiration strikes, it strikes! :)

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[rafetopia]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

pairing: kol mikaelson x davina claire x fem!werewolf!reader

warnings: typical tvdu stuff, some angsty stuff, some fluff

note: since this was requested by an anon, i decided to make it sfw, if you want a smutty version of this, lmk!

also i was so happy when i got that request because i’ve been wanting to write for them since forever but i never actually did

also this wasn’t requested but I made the reader a werewolf because i thought it would be a fun dynamic having all of them together

this is a bit chaotic, i’m sorry for that lol

the three of you together, is probably the french quarters greatest fear

whenever there’s a battle going on, you fight it together

davina is definitely the most reasonable, while kol is the troublemaker, you’re something weird in between since you got a lot of common sense but sometimes you choose to ignore it

since you’re a wolf, you’ve got some trouble controlling your anger but davina has mastered the ability of calming you down

you and kol are definitely the jokesters in the relationship

davina and you are more cuddly since kol had to grew used to it first (from being left in a box and dead for centuries) but he’s getting there slowly

davina and you definitely do share clothes a lot and kol has trouble with keeping up what belongs to whom but he’s also getting there

sometimes kol wakes up at night, scared he’s gonna die again and then he needs the both of you to feel safe again and to sleep

davina doesn’t really like vampires very much but she has considered turning multiple times so she can be with Kol forever and so have you

kol often has to mediate between his family and you guys

davina had trouble getting accepted as a regent while dating an original vampire and a werewolf at the same time

the werewolves don’t really like you because you’ve never played along with them but Aidan was your childhood best friend

You’re also friends with jackson and hayley - she is like a sister to you

marcel and you get along but you aren’t best friends (because of what he did to the wolves)

when kol was still a witch (you weren’t dating yet) you often felt outnumbered by him and davina because they were witches and you were “just” a wolf

you helped them forge the dagger for klaus which was why you grew so close with them

when he died, you realized your feelings towards him and her

you spent every second you had, helping her bring him back

whenever they were fighting (usually over his family) you were the one to solve

when you realized he was cursed you tried to fight him off her but he was so strong and almost killed you

when he killed her you found her dead in his arms

you were so heartbroken and didn’t knew what to do so you screamed at him and fought him but he didn’t fight back, he just let you basically tear him apart

it took long for you to forgive him, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault

davina watched you from the other side, her heart broken at the sight of the two of you

you did everything you could to get her back while kol was in his slumber

you were heart broken as you lost them both but you never gave up hope

you hated marcel for what he did to kol but you also couldn’t really blame him because- it was hard for you because you loved them both so much

you got them both back in the end but it was a hard ride

kol and you worked together to get her back and you never cared about the mikaelsons

when you got her back, the three of you decided to leave town, to finally live your own life (somewhere nice, far away from all the supernatural drama)

note: if you liked this, and want to see more of this (blurbs/ one shots… just lmk!!)

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The Price of a Favour

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader Smut Klaus needs a powerful witch to perform a spell and the reader who is the powerful witch says it’ll come with a price and then Klaus starts to take a liking toward him and make a move.

Genre: Smut

Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, Gore if you squint. I do not own the gif used.

“I’ve communed with the Ancestors and they’ve declared it safe for us to expand our community but we must stay safe and cautious. Our alliance with both the vampires and the werewolves is the only way this expansion is happening safely. Now, let’s all return to our preparation for Fête de Cadeau” the male regent finished his speech, standing at the front steps of the Lyceé, allowing the rest of the coven to continue with their activities. 

The male regent had walked down and made his way past his fellow witches, giving them polite greetings before he reached the exit gates of Lafayette Cemetery. “There’s our Regent.” a voice spoke behind the male witch, stopping him from leaving. A smile etched on his face as he turned and saw his good friend and ex-mentor, Vincent Griffith, and standing next to him was his other good friend and fellow witch, Davina Claire. 

“Vin, Dee.” He greeted in return as he moved to give each of them a tight hug. “So, how does it feel being Regent?” Davina asked, with a soft smile.”It’s definitely something. I mean I’m doing the best that I can for the coven. I just still can’t believe that I was chosen.” the male regent answered, with a tired smile. “Y/n, the Ancestors wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t think you weren’t capable of doing something great for the coven.” Vincent said as he patted his ex-protege on the arm, in an attempt to boost his confidence. 

“Vincent’s right Y/n. You’re kind, smart, and powerful…” Davina started, praising her friend. “Which is precisely why I require his assistance.” A thick British accent interrupted from the gate, drawing the attention of the three witches. “Mr. Mikaelson, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Y/n asked, as he briefly gave Vincent and Davina a look asking them to leave, reluctantly they left the hybrid alone with their friend. 

“My dear sister, Freya, is trying to perform a spell to undo a hex placed on Rebekah but she needs a little help from another powerful witch.” Klaus explained, as he walked closer to the Regent, who’s heart was beating faster at the approach of the hybrid. “An unfortunate circumstance you’re in but I can’t help you without getting something in return.” Y/n stated, trying to control his heartbeat. “I can give you anything your heart desires, love.” Klaus whispered against Y/n’s ear, before holding the witch and vamp-speeding them to the compound.

Upon arrival, they saw a crazed Rebekah with her hand inside Hayley’s chest aiming for her heart. Y/n broke out of his shock and lifted his hand before clenching it into a fist causing a pain infliction spell to act on Rebekah. The cursed blonde released her hand from Hayley’s chest, who collapsed on the ground, and held her head in pain. “Hold her down.” Y/n commanded, causing Klaus to use his strength to hold Rebekah in place against the wall. 

Freya, with a mystic knife, and Y/n approached Rebekah and both chant a spell as a mark slowly revealed itself on Rebekah’s arm. Once the mark was fully visible, Freya used the knife to cut the skin that held the mark effectively knocking Rebekah out. Klaus placed Rebekah to sleep in her room and then led Y/n to his room. “Is it always like this in your house?” Y/n asked, focusing his attention on the hybrid. “Some days are worse than others.” he shrugged, with a smirk. 

“An alliance. We want an alliance with the Mikaelson family. That’s what I want in return.” Y/n said, putting his best interest for the witches and their protection. Klaus gave a short laugh under his breath, moving closer to Y/n standing inches apart from each other. “So be it then, love.” he agreed, before his lips pressed against Y/n’s. The witch kissed back as he melted into the hybrid’s touch. The kiss continued as they moved on to the bed and began to undress themselves. With their clothes on the floor, only in their underwear, Klaus moved his kisses down Y/n’s neck. 

Y/n moaned as he felt Klaus’ bite on the sensitive spots on his neck while the hybrid’s hand hooked onto the witch’s underwear and ripped the fabric off leaving the Regent under him naked and breathless. Y/n felt the cold air touch his hard member that was pressed against his stomach before he felt a cold hand wrapped his member and began to jerk. “Klaus…” Y/n moaned as the hybrid’s bites and kisses moved down his chest toward his stomach. “You’re beautiful, my love.” he whispered.

“Please Klaus…” Y/n begged as he arched his hard cock closer toward Klaus’ mouth, the hybrid smirked at the effect he had on the witch. “Tell me what you want, my little witch.” Klaus said, still slowly jerking Y/n with one hand while the other drew shapes by Y/n’s entrance. “You…Klaus. I want you.” Y/n lustfully answered, before releasing a moan as he felt his cock enter Klaus’ mouth. 

The hybrid’s soft pink lips had swallowed Y/n’s hard cock, his tongue would swirl around the member as he moved his head in different motions and directions. Y/n would thrust his hips closer toward Klaus allowing Y/n’s entire member to fit inside his mouth while the witch had his hands in the hybrid’s hair. While sucking Y/n’s cock, Klaus used his one hand to massage Y/n’s balls adding to the overall pleasure of the blowjob while his other hand moved to Y/n’s mouth causing him to suck on the finger. 

Klaus had removed his mouth from Y/n’s member and gave it kisses as he noticed the throbbed veins that indicated that Y/n was close. The hybrid removed his fingers from Y/n’s mouth and moved them back to Y/n’s hole as he started to insert a finger inside the witch. Klaus pulled Y/n into a comfortable position, where the hung hybrid’s cock was by Y/n’s mouth and Klaus entered the second finger into Y/n. 

Y/n had removed Klaus’ underwear releasing the large cock from its constraints, allowing it to stand tall and hard with the tip shining with drips of precum. The cock made up for its average girth in its length. Y/n began to pepper the hard member with soft kisses and licks but got distracted when Klaus began to speed up the movement of his fingers. Klaus took the opportunity to shove cock in Y/n’s mouth as he was moaning, the hybrid started to thrust his cock in a gyrating motion into Y/n’s mouth.

Klaus enjoyed the way Y/n’s lips felt around his cock, the way his tongue would press against his tips, and the way Y/n would choke in his attempts to take the whole member down his throat. Y/n was at the hybrid’s mercy with 3 of his fingers opening him up and a hard cock in his mouth, the witch could feel his climax etching closer. Klaus slightly twisted the angle of his fingers and pressed against Y/n’s spot causing him to moan on the hybrid’s cock, sending vibrations through his member. 

“That’s it, love.” Klaus moaned as he pushed his cock inside Y/n’s hole eliciting a moan from the witch. Klaus waited allowing Y/n to adjust before he started thrusting back and forth, he got faster with each thrust. Y/n began to moan Klaus’ name as the hybrid continued his thrusts and he felt Klaus’s muscular chest press against his back. Y/n and Klaus were both in a state of pleasure as Klaus’s cock felt Y/n’s walls closing on the member while it pressed against Y/n’s spot. Klaus slowed down his movements as he started to make sharp thrusts, letting a jolt course through Y/n’s body.

Y/n was now riding Klaus’s hard cock while kissing the hybrid. He broke the kiss to let out a soft moan next to Klaus’ ear as he bottomed out. Klaus softly bit Y/n’s neck getting a small taste of his sweet blood, he moaned at the taste and the way Y/n moved on his member. Klaus then grabbed Y/n’s hips and began to thrust upwards into Y/n causing the witch to throw his head back letting a string of words slur out his mouth. 

“Tell me who you belong to.” Klaus commanded as he had Y/n leaning against a full-length mirror. Klaus had been stroking Y/n’s cock getting him closer and closer to his finish while teasing him with his cock by pressing his tip against Y/n’s entrance. “Tell me or I won’t let you cum.” Klaus whispered across Y/n’s ear. “You. I belong to you.” Y/n panted, as he felt his climax reaching before Klaus released his cock and pushed his hard cock into Y/n pressing against his spot. 

“Pleas…Klaus.” Y/n begged, causing the hybrid to thrust harder each time hitting against Y/n’s spot causing him to let out a loud moan as he cum escaped Y/n’s cock hitting against the mirror and his stomach. Klaus felt his climax close so he sped up his hard thrusts before his warm seed filled Y/n. The witch felt Klaus pick him up and place him on the bed, and placed blankets over him.

At first Y/n believed that Klaus was going to leave him alone but was proven wrong when he felt the bed dip on the other side and arms wrap around him, pulling him into a cuddling position.

[jessicaaatje]

People I'll write for

Some will be platonic, but sometimes I can make them not platonic. You can make couples, then I will maybe write a poly fic, or one where the couple are the parents of the reader.

WOSO

Alex Morgan

Christen Press

Ashlyn Harris

Ali Krieger

Tobin Heath

Lindsey Horan

Emily Sonnett

Kelley O'Hara

Hope Solo

Leah Williamson

Jill Roord

Jackie Groenen

Vivianne Miedema

Alexia Putellas

Jenni Hermoso

And more...

STRANGER THINGS

Max Mayfield

Eleven

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Susy

Erica Sinclair

Chrissy

Kali

Platonic

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Parents

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Bob Newby

Murray

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Kate Bishop

Elena Rodriguez

Bobbi Morse

Sprite

Darcy Lewis

And more...

Platonic

Leo Fitz

Deke Shaw

Mack

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

And more...

GLEE

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Marley Rose

Mercedes Jones

Platonic

Kurt Hummel

Noah Puckerman

Blaine Anderson

DC

Sara Lance

Zari Tarazi

Zari Tomaz

Spooner

Astra Logue

Gideon

Amaya Jiwe

Charlie

Ava Sharpe

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Mia Queen

Dinah Drake

Felicity Smoak

Killer Frost

Caitlin Snow

Nora West-Allen

Allegra Garcia

Jesse Quick

Lois Lane

Sarah Dawes

Nyssa al Ghul

Platonic

Most of the boys in the arrowverse

CRIMINAL MINDS

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Alex Blake

Kate Cahallan

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Platonic

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Parent

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Jason Gideon

PITCH PERFECT

Becca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Aubrey Posen

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

QUANTICO

Alex Parrish

Shelby Wyatt

Nimah and her Sister

DISNEY

DESCENDANTS

Mal

Evie

Uma

Audrey

TVD

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Lizzie Saltzman

Hope Mikealson

Josie Saltzman

Penelope Park

Rebekah Mikealson

Hayley Marshall

Davina Claire

Freya Mikealson

ARCANE

Jinx

Powder

Vi

Lost In Space

Penny Robinson

Judy Robinson

Platonic

Will Robinson

HUNGER GAMES

Katniss Everdeen

Foxface

Primrose Everdeen

Johanna Mason

And mkre from the 74th hunger games women

TWILIGHT

Alice Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Reneesmee Cullen

Rosalie Hale

HARRY POTTER

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Tonks

Daphne Greengrass

Lily Evans

Platonic

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Parents

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus x Sirius

James x Lily

ZERO CHILL

Kayla

Ava Hammerstrom

Sky

GAME OF THRONES

Arya Stark

Sansa Stark

Ygritte

Brienne

Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen

REIGN

Mary Stuart

Lola

Kenna

Greer

THE 100

Clarke Griffin

Octavia Blake

Harper

Raven Reyes

Lexa

Anya

Madi Griffin

Cobra Kai

Sam LaRusso

Top Gun

Penny Benjamin

Amelia Benjamin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Platonic

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

'Hangman'

Parents

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

'Iceman'

'Goose'

More To Come!

[kmikaelsonimagines]

Bury My Mistakes: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @boredperson120​: Hey there I love ur work and I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Davinas older sister who is a hunter and has had past relationships where the guys would just cheat on her. Also she is currently in a relationship with Kol and she walks in on him and Davina, with that she leaves town feeling broken and Kol regrets it and does everything in his power to get the reader go back together with him. Can it be a happy ending? Please you’re my fav writer ❤️❤️

Two things: obviously, I do not condone cheating. And two, this is my last imagine and my inbox is now clear! Requests are still open, but please remember to check the rules linked below! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

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If there was one thing that Kol Mikaelson had always taught you it was that some things were better left buried. It was advice you had stuck to, advice you had treated as gospel, not only because it made sense, but because it had come from him. The man you loved, the man who meant so much more to you than any other man you had ever been in a relationship with. He allowed you to bury those past relationships, to bury the hurt they had caused you and pretend as if they had never existed.

He was perfect.

It wasn’t just that he treated you like a queen, that he seemed to worship the ground you walked on, constantly complimenting you and telling you he loved you. It was that he accepted you for what you were, a hunter who often pursued supernatural beings like him if they stepped out of line.

He accepted your family too, practically doting on your younger sister, Davina. It warmed your heart how close they had gotten since the two of you started dating, and it only reinforced your view that he was part of the family. Davina adored him too and it always made you smile when you saw them engage in friendly banter. He was the brother she had never had, and you never failed to remind him.

“Thanks. For being nice to her.” Your sister had never had many friends growing up and you worried about her constantly.

“What is there not to like, Miss Claire?” Kol leaned down to kiss you, and you smiled at the formality of his tone. Forever the gentleman. He had honour and he was faithful, unlike so many of the men you had been with in the past.

At least, that was what you thought.

You had never felt more stupid than when you had walked into Kol’s bedroom to find him kissing your sister. Once again, you had been fooled by a man who wasn’t everything he seemed. No wonder he and Davina were so close, no wonder he had wanted to include her in everything.

They had broken apart at the sound of the gasp leaving your lips, guilt painted all over their faces. Kol had gone to speak, but you had stopped him, running away and getting into your car. You were there now, in fact, tears streaming down your face, speeding in an effort to just get home.

You felt broken, and when you got home, collapsing onto your bed, you realised that the only way you were ever going to fix it was to get away from the cause of it all. You were going to leave New Orleans, bury Kol Mikaelson and your broken heart and leave it all in the ground to rot.

You were going to forget him, and you hoped that Davina had a nice life. You said nice with contempt, rather hoping that she would join him in Hell.

You packed a small bag, before climbing back into your car and driving away. You didn’t bother saying goodbye, knowing that no-one would miss you. Kol Mikaelson was just another mistake, and maybe, maybe this was a slight overreaction, but that thought didn’t cross your mind. Not until over a month later.

You had been settled for a while now in a new town where nobody knew who you were. Kol Mikaelson was a distant memory, at least, that’s what you were trying to make him, your heart still shattering every time your phone rang, his name flashing up on the screen. He had been trying to call you since you left New Orleans, obviously not knowing where you were.

“Why won’t you just get the hint?”

“Because I need to talk to you.” You turned at the voice that floated through the open window, eyes widening as you saw the man who had broken your heart in the worst way possible. “Let me in. Please.”

“And why the hell would I do that? In fact, how did you even find me?” You tried to come across as angry, tried to pretend that you didn’t want him there. But you couldn’t ignore the tiny part of you that was glad to see him, the part that thought maybe he really did love you, maybe he was here to apologise.

The voice that told you to bury him told you it would idiotic to take him back, but your heart was aching, desperate to be fixed and you knew that he was the way to do it.

“Y/N, please.”

You remained stoic, not getting your hopes up.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say from there.”

“Okay.” He huffed, clearly frustrated. You resisted the urge to tell him to leave, but stood your ground. “Y/N, what happened with me and Davina. It’s not what you think. Well, it was. But it’s not anymore. The moment you walked in on us, the moment I saw your face, I knew it was the biggest mistake of my life. I have spent every waking hour since trying to find you, so I can look you in the eyes and tell you that I’m sorry. I don’t want to be something else that you bury, another person that hurts you, because I love you, Y/N. And I know, I know that I don’t deserve it, but I’ve lived over a thousand years and I have never felt the way I feel when I’m with you. So, if you could please, please, just give me another chance.”

You were silent for a moment, as your heart helped you dig up the mistake you had buried. It was no longer a mistake, having shrunk to a needle and thread, stitching up the broken fragments that resided in your chest.

And then you spoke.

“Well, I suppose you’d better come in then, Kol.”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Worth It (The Prelude)

Worth It- Pt 1

Summary: The reader meets Marcel for the first time. This a prelude for the Worth It series.

Characters: Marcel x black!reader

A/N: I couldn’t get out of my head how the reader and Marcel first met, so I just had to write it. I think I love this series the most. I love writing for Marcel and I’ happy y’all are enjoying it too. I already got ideas for Part 3 so hopefully it’ll come out this week.

“Baby girl, you bet not be doing any magic in that shop of yours. Just sell your herbs and elixirs and go on about your day.” Your dad warned you for the fifth time today.

When you returned home yesterday, you learned that Marcel had forbidden the witches from doing any magic or there would be deadly consequences. Poor Ophelia didn’t believe him, and she paid for it with her life. Ever since then, the witches have been scared.

Hence, your parents nagging you about not using your powers. Naturally, you had a rebellious spirit and they knew that you would have no problem testing Marcel.

“Daddy, I promise.” You lied through your teeth. It may not be today, tomorrow, or anytime soon, but you knew eventually you’ll give into using your powers.

Before grabbing your keys, you kissed your mom and dad goodbye. “Be careful and no magic!” You heard right before the doors closed on them.

—

“Oh wee, chile, I swear you’re a miracle worker,” Mrs. Jackson smiled as she wriggled her fingers around.

Laughing at the older woman, you handed her the mix of thunder god vine and eucalyptus. “No ma’am, I’m not. I just know what to mix to help that arthritis of yours.”

She hugged you and rocked you back and forth. “Either way, I don’t feel any pain and can move my fingers.” Mrs. Jackson checked her watch and quickly let go of you. “Oh, look at the time. I gotta go. Paula’s bringing my grandbaby over. Take care of yourself Y/N.”

“I will and remember apply the ointment twice a day!” You called out to her before she was out the door.

After, Mrs. Jackson you had a steady flow of customers until towards the end of the day. It was so slow you decided to close the shop early and head to Rousseau’s to have a drink with your sister. However, your new set of customers thwarted your plans.

“Took you long enough to show up,” you told Marcel and his gang.

“You were getting busy. Didn’t want the tourists to see all the commotion.”

Clasping your hands together and bashing your eyelashes, you replied with faux gratefulness, “Oh my god, how sweet.”

He smiled at your sarcasm, revealing a blinding smile. It was the type of smile that made girls swoon and weak in the knees. Too bad he was dick.

“You’re funny, but that’s not going to save you. I’m sure that the other witches told you that there is absolutely no magic to be done.”

Walking to where he was, you slapped his hand away from touching your herbs. His friends were about to attack you, but he held up his hand to stop them. “I know and I really don’t care about your stupid ass rules. If someone is in need, I’m helping them.”

Marcel looked at you curiously. Most of the witches he knows are only out for themselves and their coven. “So, who was worth your life?”

“Mrs. Jackson. She’s a seamstress and her granddaughter is deaf, so she uses ASL to communicate with her. But unfortunately, for Mrs. Jackson she’s has really bad arthritis, so I give her an ointment, but the pain relief spell helps a lot too; she doesn’t have to come here as often if I perform the spell. So, if you’re gonna kill me because I helped a sweet old lady keep her livelihood and talk to her only grandchild so be it. You’re the one that’ll have to live with that on your conscious, not me.” You knelt down before him to make the job easier for him.  The other witches may live a life with fear, but you weren’t.

Looking at his friends, he wordlessly told them to leave your shop and they reluctantly obeyed. Diego and Thierry didn’t trust witches at all, and they didn’t want to leave Marcel alone with you, but they had no choice. Once his friends left, Marcel knelt down in front of you and lifted your chin, so your eyes could meet his brown ones. “You’re telling me that you cast a spell on a woman that makes her come to your shop less often. Doesn’t that make you lose money?”

“Its not about the money. Its about helping the people of New Orleans, specifically the brown ones. I can’t cure cancer, but I can lessen the pain and that’s more than our government is doing. Its more than you’re doing. You call yourself King of the Quarter, but who are you helping specifically? The vampires? Because last time I checked there’s more humans than vamps.” Self-preservation obviously wasn’t an attribute you had to be speaking to Marcel like this. Easily he could wrap his hands or sink his fangs into your neck, sucking the life out of you.

“Have dinner with me.” Marcel offered you. It’d been so long, since he’s been genuinely intrigued by a woman. Yeah, he’s slept with other women, but this was the first time in a long time he wanted to get to know a woman. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he knew he wanted to know more about you as soon as he laid his eyes on you. Even though, you greeted him with an attitude he knew there was a kind spirit in you.

Marcel was staring you down and it was beginning to be too much. His gaze was stirring things up that shouldn’t be stirred up at all. He was a vampire, you’re a witch, there should be no attraction at all, but damn it he had you interested.

To a degree you knew Marcel was good. He saved Davina Claire from being sacrificed during that Harvest Festival, which your momma called a bunch of nonsense and that’s why she don’t fool with those white witches. “They always wanna sacrifice somebody. Unless it’s the good Lord telling me to, which he ain’t done since Abraham, I ain’t killing nobody,” she would always say.

You took a good look at Marcel to assess if he had any ill-intentions towards you. He seemed that he didn’t, but you had to make sure. “Like eat dinner with you or be dinner for you?”

He laughed at you, big time. Your inflection, the look on your face, and body movements were hilarious. Marcel knew for sure he had to get to know you.

“Nigga, I’m serious! I know I look like a snack and all, but that’s not the way I prefer to be eaten.”

Marcel tongue darted out across his lips, which made you zero in on them. They were so damn kissable, that you had to stop yourself from leaning in once Marcel began talking again. “No, we’ll eat a dinner and I much rather have you for dessert anyway.” He said suggestively, licking his lips again.

Lips were moving, but no words were coming out. You must’ve looked like an idiot, but Marcel didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable being struck speechless for the first time during this encounter.

Lifting you to your feet, Marcel got within a tenth of a inch of your ear and whispered, “I‘ll pick you up at 8,” and just like that he left leaving you stunned.

Quickly, you pulled out your phone to text your sister.

YOU: Change of plans. Meet me at my house. I have a date!

—

Bianca stood in front you, working here magic on your face. She was the best makeup artist in the state, and you got all her services for free and you earned it too; you were always her test subject.

“And he ain’t even ask you? Just told you what time he’ll pick you up without asking where you live.” She asked, waving the powder brush. In response, you shook your head yes and she kept going. “Whew, that’s some big dick energy!”

“I know, right?! If he hadn’t zoomed off, I probably would’ve given him the panties right then and there.” It was true. Marcel had a hold on you and you were sure you’d lose all common sense around him.

“I heard sex with a vamp is top tier. I’ve been trying to get at Diego, but he ain’t having it.” Bianca’s had a crush on Diego as long as he’s been in New Orleans and at first he was interested until he found out she was a witch.

“He’s just scared that’s all. Maybe he’ll come around.”

Bianca was applying the finishing touches when she went on a rant. “That’s what I told that nappy-headed ass nigga! I told him stop being scary because the only thing that’s gonna put a spell on him is this pussy!” She stuck her tongue out like her idol, Cardi B and you joined in with her laughter.

“Oh, look at my big sis, looking all fine.” Turning you around to face the mirror, Bianca revealed her handiwork. She kept your face to a light beat, going for the natural look, highlighting your best features.

Shooting out of your seat, you hugged her thanking her profusely. “Girl, ain’t no problem. You know it ain’t hard to make you look beautiful. Now turn Marcel back to the dark side.” You furrowed your eyebrows at her, you had no idea what she was talking about. She leaned into you and whispered like you weren’t in the privacy of your home. “He’s known for dating white girls. Rumor has it he dated Rebekah Mikaelson back in the day.”

The knock on the door stopped you from asking anymore questions. Damn a nigga for being on time.

On the other side of the door, stood a delicious looking Marcel Gerard with a bouquet of Swamp Azaleas. “I heard these are your favorites,” he handed you the flowers, but Bianca took them instead.

“They are. Now, don’t have her back until the sun is up. Good night!” She pushed you out the door so hard that you stumbled into Marcel’s embrace and god did he smell good and felt even better.

Feeling like you were overstaying your welcome in his arms, you tried to pull away, but he pulled you back. “No, I like how you feel in my arms.” For a while, Marcel just held you until you reminded him you would like to go on the date and for the first time you noticed a nervous smile from him. “Sorry, I just get caught up in you,” he stated, before he escorted you down to his car.

--

Thank god, Marcel didn’t take you to an overpriced date. He could tell that you enjoyed the simpler things in life and took you to a local restaurant. It required you to dress nicely, but not like if you were dining at a Michelin star restaurant.

The conversation never got dull and he never got insulted by the jokes you cracked about him unlike some of your previous dates. What you truly bonded over was your love for New Orleans. There was no place like NOLA and even if you visited other cities, states, and countries, New Orleans would always be your number one love. It was the same way for Marcel.

The only thing you disagreed on was how to run the city, but it wasn’t a disrespectful debate. He even challenged your thoughts by bringing up that you weren’t heavily involved with the coven, so why fight for them so hard. The man was good, but you couldn’t let him know that.

Dinner was coming to an end and you couldn’t help but think about what Bianca said about Marcel dating white women. You knew she didn’t mean it as malicious, but it was causing doubts in your head. If it was true, then you were shit out of luck because you were far from his usual dates.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Nothing. What makes you say that?”

“Your eyes.” He pointed to your irises, holding out his forkful of dessert for you to taste. The mix of warm, gooey brownies with ice cream, whipped cream, walnuts, and chocolate syrup had you moaning and rocking back and forth in happiness. “That right there is what I’m talking about. Your eyes are so expressive you can’t hide what you’re feeling. That’s why I knew you would go on a date with me, you felt the same attraction I did. So, I’ll ask one more time, what’s going on in that head of yours.” This time you could tell by his tone that a nothing wouldn’t suffice.

“Do you typically date black girls?” The words were so jumbled together that Marcel almost didn’t catch the question.

A slow smile crept on his face once it did register and he gripped your hand and rubbed small circles into it. “Thinking back on it, my more recent partners have been white, but don’t let it get twisted, I will always love black women.”

Satisfied with his answer, you let the topic go. Easily, y’all finished dessert and then went out to walk down Bourbon street. Marcel let you pulled him into dancing when you heard the familiar sounds of Zydeco. He kept up even when they switched up to bounce music and you began twerking on him.

Unfortunately, the night had to come to the end. Marcel walked you back to your front door and you both just stood there not wanting to end the date. “Want to come inside?”

“I can’t,” he replied. Your mood immediately saddens at the rejection and you turned the doorknob to go inside, but Marcel closed it. “You and these damn eyes,” he murmured. “Its not that I don’t want to come inside. Its that you have work in the morning and we both know if I come inside, you won’t get any sleep.”

“Oh,” you deeply sighed at his explanation. Now you had to try to get him inside somehow.

“Its not happening, so get those dirty thoughts out of your mind.” He smirked at you, loving how emotive you were. “But if you let me, I can kiss you.”

Eagerly, you shook your head yes and he chuckled at you. Marcel grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you closer. His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes repeatedly, just making the tension that much more intense. He finally descended his lips onto yours, releasing you from that torture and bringing you into bliss. His lips were softer than you imagined, his beard tickled your face, but you loved it.

Remembering that you needed to breath, Marcel reluctantly pulled away with a small bite to your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered opened and there was no denying the lust in them. Marcel leaned his forehead against yours and whispered into your ear, “You’re going to ruin me.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or you, but you responded either way. “I’ll be worth it,” and you went inside leaving both you and Marcel frustrated.

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[fandomoneshots-imagines]

Home - Part 4 (Mikaelson! Reader x Winchester)

Summary: What happens when the Winchesters and the reader return to the readers home, after being gone for a very long time, for a case? A case which happens to be very familiar to the reader. What happens when the brothers find out why?

Warnings: violence, language, magic, incorrect timeline

I pulled at the tight black dress I was wearing, which was borrowed from Rebekah, then knocked on the door. A minute later the door opened up and a familiar face stood there with a mock surprise look, “Y/N Mikaelson?”

“Lucien Castle, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I asked looking up and down his body. 

“I could say the same thing about you my dear. Please, come in.” He moved out of the door.

“I hope you don’t mind I brought along some company. I’m sure you’ve about the kill on sight order my lovely brother placed on me.” I smiled, walking into the room with Sam and Dean following me. They were both dressed in their FBI suits.

“Which leads me to ask, how are you not dead?” Lucien asked, leading me to a couch. Sam and Dean standing behind me as I sat down.

“A little protection spell.” I told the truth. I had placed a protection spell on myself when I got to town. 

“And now my second question. What do I owe this lovely visit?” He asked as a woman walked over and cut her wrist letting her blood drain into a glass.

“A little birdy told me there’s a serial killer in town.”

“And you came to check on your dear old friend to see if he’s safe and sound?” He asked, drinking from the glass.

“Yeah let’s go with that.” I smirked, “The victims have a very familiar mark on their face. I wanted to see if you knew anything about the murders.”

“Well, I did just get to town.” Lucien raised an eyebrow up at me.

“And funnily enough, when you got to town the murders started.”

“What are you getting at Y/N?” Anger flashed through Lucien’s eyes. 

“I think you know exactly where I’m getting at.” My jaw clenched. 

“I did not kill those people. I know their blood has also been drained but it is not my doing.” Lucien sat the glass beside him and appeared beside Sam, holding a knife to his throat. Dean immediately drew his gun on the smaller man but was pushed against the wall, knocking him out. “Now you have exactly two minutes to tell me why you’re really here before I cut this man’s throat.”

“I’ve heard things about the last white oak stake.” I sighed, “Figured you might know where it is.”

“And why do you want that?” He kept the knife pressed against Sam’s throat.

“Why do you think? I was treated like shit. I want to kill my brother.”

“If you kill Klaus you kill everyone he’s sired. Me...Marcel.”

“Yeah probably but I’ve heard rumors of a certain little regent that’s been trying her hardest to break the sire lines.” It wasn’t a lie at all. I had heard of these rumors.

“Well, unfortunately I do not know where it is.” He sighed, dropping the knife, “But whenever I find out who does have it I’ll let you know.” He winked.

“Moose, pick up Squirrel. Let’s get out of here.” I opened the door. Sam picked up Dean and threw him over his shoulder. We walked back out to the car and I could feel Lucien watching us. Sam dropped Dean in the back seat and I got in shotgun. Sam drove away and I sighed waiting a little while before talking.

 “Drive like you’re heading out of town. He’ll be watching us.” I sighed and called Elijah.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Lucien said he didn’t know who was killing those people.” I informed my older brother.

“Do you think he’s lying?”

“When is Lucien not lying?” I answered with my own question.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Elijah asked, letting out a sigh.

“Where is Davina Claire living? I’m gonna pay her a little visit”

“Y/N, I would rather you not visit her. She has caused our family a lot of trouble.” Elijah’s voice came out harsh.

“Since when did we jump on the ‘family’ train?” I grumbled, “I’m going to assume she’s at the cemetery then.” I hung up the phone and directed Dean to the famous Lafayette cemetery.

“Why are we going to a cemetery?” Sam asked as we pulled up.

“Most of the witches in New Orleans practice ancestral magic. The ancestors need to be buried in consecrated ground for their powers to transfer to those still living.” I informed them, leading them through the maze of tombs. 

“How did we never know about the different kinds of vampires and witches?” Sam asked.

“Couple of different reasons. The vampires sired by my brothers and sister practice compulsion like I’ve said, so they can make their victims and anyone else forget. They also make sure when there is a death by vampire, the vampire who did the killing is punished or killed.” I explained.

“What about werewolves?” Dean asked.

“That is a long and confusing story that I will tell you much later.” I said walking up to a crypt. The young girl from before was standing before me chanting over a bowl with candles lit around her.

“Your family has caused me enough grief Y/N. If you are here on their behalf I would suggest you turn around and leave.” She slammed her hands on the table in frustration. 

“The only family I have is standing beside me.” I raised an eyebrow at the young girl. “I can see your spell isn’t going as you’d hope.”

“Yeah well breaking a sire line isn’t exactly an easy task.”

 “No it’s not. But I’m willing to help.”

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Moving from New Orleans to Mystic Falls after saving your sister from a rogue vampire

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Meeting Bonnie on your first week when you were out exploring Mystic Falls

Bonding over being witches and exchanging numbers so you can share grimoires

You had a crush on her immediately but you tried to not be too obvious about it

You and Bonnie started to spend more and more time with each other as you decided to settle down in Mystic Falls

Devina came over to visit and could immediately tell that you had a crush on Bonnie

She will team up with Caroline and Elena to tease you about it

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You’re pretty sure Caroline is already planning out the guest list for your wedding

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Epic encounters - A Marcel Gerard FanFic

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This is a story about a girl, who finds herself in a world filled with all sorts of powerful creatures. And while she's at it, she meets a prince trying to become a king. And their love would be known by all.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Univers: Crossover of The Vampire Diaries + Teen Wolf (+ very lightly Supernatural)

Author note: I'll try to put everything in chronological order of the story. This will include random moments in the lives of Luna and Marcel. It's a story about two individuals in love who grow together and separately as people. With some changes, the plot will follow the shows Teen Wolf and The Originals. There will be a lot of original (my own) plot.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know. I'm open to everything.

Warning: Elena bashing (never liked her, so won't even pretend here), angst, light Scott bashing (have a hate-love to him), softness of soft, series situations and conversations, PTSD, mental health, betrayal, mention of abuse and harassment.

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The Story

Before season 3 of Teen Wolf and season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

Crash into something epic - The First Meeting

Summary: Stefan, facing his mortality, implores Damon to promise to spend the summer with Luna for her happiness. Reluctantly agreeing, Damon and Luna's journey to New Orleans unfolds, leading to an unexpected encounter with Marcel Gerard, marking the beginning of a potentially life-changing adventure.

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Echoes of Love

Summary: Marcel asks Luna about her past before the Salvatores

Be mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

During Season 3 of Teen Wolf and Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: How is it that Klaus knows and respects Luna. You're about to find out.

Too Soon, But So Right

Summary: A night that almost leads to more, but those that wait, never wait too long

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Shadows of Betrayal

Summary: Possessed by the Nogitsune, Luna unleashes a wave of dark energy against her friends, her vision blurred and actions twisted by a sinister force. In a moment of lucidity, she pleads for a way to stop the destruction, but Scott's harsh decision to knock her out leaves Isaac determined to save her, his heart heavy with sorrow and resolve.

Luna's Triumph Over Shadows

Summary: In a harrowing mental battle against the Nogitsune, Luna Salvatore confronts her deepest fears and emerges victorious, fortified by her inner strength and the unwavering support of her loved ones. Her resolve to face the future is strengthened, knowing she is no longer alone in her fight against the darkness.

During season 1 of The Originals, season 4 of Teen Wolf and a little of season 4 of The Vampire Diaries

In the Arms of New Orleans Part 2

Summary: Stefan and Rebekah rush Luna to Marcel's arms in New Orleans after a near-fatal attack, finding solace and protection in his embrace.

The Queen of New Orleans

Summary: As Elijah tries to make peace across the supernatural community of New Orleans, an important factor joins the game

Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance. Amidst candlelight and shared vulnerabilities, they deepen their bond and solidify their commitment to each other, finding solace and strength in their mutual honesty and connection.

During season 2 of The Originals

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

During season 3 of The Originals

Reunited at Marcel's Loft

Summary: Luna and Marcel, reunited in the warmth of his loft after time apart, share a deeply emotional and intimate night, reaffirming their unbreakable bond through tender embraces, passionate kisses, and whispered declarations of love.

Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

A Parents approval 

Summary: In the depths of the Mikaelson mansion, Luna's earnest defense of Marcel's loyalty leads to a rare moment of understanding and approval between Klaus and Marcel, ultimately strengthening their bond and affirming Luna's place in the family.

Promises Made

Summary: A tense evening unfolds as Luna's deep anxiety leads her to urge Marcel to take extreme precautions before a dangerous meeting, fearing for his safety and their future together.

Near death's door (Part 2 of Promises Made)

Summary: Luna's worst fears almost come true as she and Klaus face a terrifying moment of grief, but luck is still on their side

Random moments across the timeline

Playing Cupid - Damon x Bonnie

Summary: When your siblings decide to play cupid, but it doesn't go as planned

Playing Cupid 2

Summary: Over winter break, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac visit Mystic Falls and, while staying with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they concoct humorous and heartfelt plans to bring Stefan and Rebekah together, navigating mishaps and comedic failures along the way, only to ultimately succeed in strengthening their bond.

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

More coming soon.......

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27 - Vampire Visions

Part 28

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I sit up on the couch smelling a familiar scent looking down to see I was wearing one of Nik's long sleeve grey shirts and some black leggings. My hair was tied up in a messy braid that I didn't remember doing. Foosteps entered the living room where I glanced over the backside of the couch seeing Nik. "I thought you'd feel better if you got a change of clothes. Also this will help you heal." He tosses me a blood bag into my lap where I ripped open the bag sucking the contence down.

"You didn't spike this too did you traitor!" I snarled showing the veins underneath my eyes raising it slowly to my lips seeing him shaking his head no before I drank the delicious blood.

He rounded the couch slumping down once I scooted away so he could sit beside me. He draped an arm over my shoulder pulling my head to lay in the crook of his neck mumbling in my ear. "I wasn't happy about what I had to do. But here's a test: what do you feel about Bianca?" He asked searching for some emotions hoping that you felt anything.

"She's my friend...but not at this moment. She kept me prisoner while Tyler tried to kill you." Whipping my head up I flipped my hair over my shoulders.

He shifted to face me pushing a loose strand behind my ear releasing a breath. Our eyes locked onto each other. "I'm sorry I compelled you, Mads. What can I do to make it better?"

"You could go get me a girl to feed off - son of a bitch!" I cursed feeling a splitting headache in my head. Grabbing at my forearm where he grabbed my shoulders searching for what was wrong.

"What's wrong, love?" I could hear the concern in his tone seeing a flash of two girls inside my mind that I didn't recognize at all.

Grasping his forearm I bared my teeth feeling the veins and my fangs appearing in frustration. "Nik...something's wrong. Urgh...go inside my mind...we need to see what's happening!" He softly reached up resting both hands on the side of my face, closing his eyes sucking in a breath.

Opening my eyes I started searching around the room recognizing what looked like the Salvatore house. Klaus stands in front of the burning fireplace while I hear footsteps enter the room. "Come on, Hope. It's not that big of a deal." I heard a girl's voice enter the room seeing a girl with somewhat blonde hair and similar eye color to mine.

"It is a big deal, Nikola. You have to go and choose Landon. I said I liked him!" Another girl with brown hair who was obviously named Hope barked slumping down in a chair beside me.

Stepping forward I slowly reached for brushing my fingers to the girl's hand. Intertwining my hand with hers mumbling over to Nik. "You're our daughters aren't you?" Something about these girls made me feel close to these two. In my head I've been debating on baby names liking the sound of Hope and Nikola.

"Yes, I am." She smiled tilting her head to the side. "I can feel your struggles momma. You need to remember that family will have your back. It's everyone else that you can't entirely trust."

Nik stepped up staring down at Hope seeing a necklace hanging around her neck. Then he saw the same on Nikola grasping my shoulder gently. "They have matching jewelry. Like you and Caroline do." I could see a smile on his face where I lifted my head sniffing some tears out. "Are you okay, Maddie?"

"I don't know, Nik. It's...it's all too much. They're ours...they're the twins." I grinned ear to ear flinging my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer.

Hope got to her feet taking the girl's hand in hers standing in front of the fireplace sighing. "The first time I told dad I liked a boy he threatened to skin him alive so piece of advice."

"Tell mom first." The two replied in unison together laughing with smiles.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Leaning into his embrace I smiled up at him. "Totally our children, Nik."

"Well I don't want anyone hurting my girls." He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck planting a kiss to it softly. "They're beautiful...we need to remember these names."

Turning around in his embrace I wrapped my arms around his neck with his hands on my waist. Laying my head against his chest he rests his chin on top of my head. "I want to feel everything, Nik. I want to feel the joy from our children. The desire when we make love...I want everything." Tilting my head up I played with the dog tags around his neck. "I wanna go back..I want to live everyday with my emotions. Like I'm still human. Let's paint New Orleans together like you said. Let's be the king and queen." He rests his forehead against mine where I closed my eyes grinning ear to ear.

Opening my eyes again he reaches up tucking hair behind my ear as I start crying. Pressing my face into his warm embrace, my fingers clutching his shirt. He wrapped his arms around my waist kissing the crown of my head just letting me cry. "I killed people, Nik...I killed innocent people who have families...I killed them like they were nothing. I'm a monster...a murderer. What if I'm a bad mother...I don't want to be a bad mother Nik..."

"Maddie, hey look at me honey. You are anything but a monster. You will be exactly like your mother. A strong, confident, beautiful, kind woman...the perfect mother because you show mercy unlike I do." He cupped my face, making me look him in the eye. His blue eyes locked deeply onto mine. "I only pray that I am nothing like my father...like Michael. I don't want to treat our girls as bastards or monsters.."

Leaning forward I kissed him gently running one hand through his curly hair mumbling into the kiss. "You won't be like him. You can show mercy, Nik. I've seen the good in you. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you." He rests his forehead against mine wiping away the tears that rest there feeling me still shaking under his touch so he just pulled me back into his comfortable embrace.

Tell me what should happen next

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[selmasemlan]

To be clear, I never liked the way the writers of The Originals ruined the relationship between Marcel and Klaus. I also never understood why Klaus wouldn't even attempt to look for Marcel's body after Elijah ripped out his heart at the end of season 3. Let me just tell y´all that that won't be happening in the Marcel x Luna universe. I am about to change so many of the relationships in this universe, I will be healing everyone's soul. Mark my words. What I just wrote...is about to feed y´alls hearts.