#elijah mikaelson blurb

[velvetcloxds]

looking for somebody- send me a gif of a character and I'll write a little baby blurb for it. — THIS :D

POPTARTS | E.M.

word count: 1k

warnings: just that idk how I feel about this, oh and also like some casual conversations about blood and vampires and murder and whatnot, eating

summary: elijah stocking up the cabinets with all of your favourite snacks

"I'm starving," you groaned, as you and Elijah walked into the kitchen, his arm still snaked around your waist, blazer around your shoulders, lips against your temple as he kissed you briskly.

"Leave it to Niklaus to ruin our dinner plans," he noted and you smiled, pouting slightly as he let you go, moving to get the wine glasses from the cabinet, slow in choosing a bottle, trying to decide what best fit the mood.

"He always does this, you know..." you kicked your shoes off, though you felt you'd spent too much time picking them out to be abandoning them so quickly. "Truly, couldn't you ask your brother to keep his death threats until after they served the main course," he breathed a laugh at that, looking over from where he'd finally found what he deemed the perfect wine, amused as you twirled around the island in the center of the kitchen, always in a world of your own.

"I'll have a word with him when he comes back," he promised, stealing one more lingering glance before pouring the glasses midway, walking over to the island to cage you in, a shy smile finding your lips as you looked up at him. "Did I get a chance to tell you how marvelous you looked tonight?" you took a glass from his hand, humming both in acknowledgement of his question and at the sweet taste of the wine as it settled on your tongue.

"I believe you tried to do so right before Klaus jumped onto a table to make a dramatic proclamation," you noted and habitually grabbed his shoulder for support as he hoisted you onto the counter, careful, efficient, not even spilling a drop in the process, raising a brow when you didn't let go, tugging his collar back into place. "And then again before you broke that rogue vampire's neck for spilling blood on my shoes," he was the one to hum, a guilty sound, the reminder a silent reprimand from you even if you didn't point it out. "And then again when you insisted on coming home instead of stopping at the corner store to get me poptarts."

"You could've simply said yes," he tutted and though you were happy for the little moment with him, you were still hungry, feeling slightly grumpy for looking forward to a fancy dinner and then having to come home to nothing. "And you know that if we went to that store we'd have left with bags full of candy, not just poptarts," he was right, you knew, he knew, but hell if you'd admit that out loud.

He pulled away too suddenly, leaving you with a frown as he moved to one of the cupboards, not even trying to ignore the way your frown twisted into a delighted smile when he opened it to reveal boxes of poptarts flavours and other snacks you'd on many occasions begged him for in the middle of the night.

"What flavour?" he asked very casually, pulling a clean plate from the drying rack hovering next to the sink, a knowing grin, an arrogant grin if he'd ever held one, on his pink lips.

"Surprise me," and he did, making a great show of hiding the wrapper from you, giving you one as is and slipping the other into the toaster, satisfied when you sighed happily at the first bite. "Cherry," you concluded and he nodded, as if proud you'd guessed, as if it was some big mystery. "Sweet, like the wine."

"I take the pairing process very seriously, you shouldn't be so surprised," he informed you and took the hot pastry when it jumped out, placing it in the plate with a little thud, holding said plate under your hand to keep you from messing on your dress. You offered him a bite of the one in your hand, thumb brushing a sprinkle from his cupid's bow and of course he stole the opportunity to kiss your finger, then your palm, all the way up to your wrist until you giggled at the feeling. "You look ravishing tonight, my love," and he nibbled, it was a daring thing, so close to your pulse, teasing himself just as much as he was teasing you.

"Slow down there mister," you shook your head, faux disapproval as you took another bite, not even bothered by the bit of icing that fell onto your lap. "Poptarts first, more of that later."

"Ahh, priorities," he agreed, moving both your wine glasses out of the way, content to wait, to watch, appreciate you in your little bubble of bliss.

[delehosies]

happy birthday week darling! i’d like to send in this request please 💗

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - send a prompt / concept & a character and i will write you a blurb (only sfw prompts please!)

Elijah Mikaelson plans an entire day full of surprises on your birthday! ♡

thank you sm!!! am just finishing this up on my birthday eve, i hope that you love it <3

Elijah was the last person that you would have expected to be so invested in birthdays, specifically yours, especially after so many years celebrating his and other peoples.

You had never brought the subject up with him, assuming that he was bored of the subject - suspecting that he may have even consider himself to be above them in some way.

However, on the morning of your birthday, you were proved to be so incredibly wrong.

The bright sunshine crept through the curtains of your bedroom, cascading over you and gently pulling you from your slumber. You rubbed at your eyes, stretching your arms and reaching out - expecting to find Elijah in his usual place besides you. Instead your hand found the soft blankets of your bed, empty space.

You sat up, still sleepy and slightly confused as to where he was - usually you spent your mornings in bed together, you figured that your birthday would be no exception. Unless he had forgotten...

The thought is shaken from your head rather quickly, Elijah would never forget something like that, he loves you far too much.

After wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and making yourself look somewhat presentable, you make your way from your bedroom and towards the kitchen. As you grew closer and closer, the smell of sweet cakes and cookies baking began to fill the air around you.

"Y/N?" Elijah's voice came from the kitchen, drawing you closer. You pushed the door gently open - not quite sure what you were expecting to see.

Elijah gave you a look which looked positively adorable, he was practically pouting - although he was going for a look which read stern rather than any degree of cute.

"You're supposed to be asleep, this was meant to be a surprise." He let out a dramatic sigh, only able to keep up the act for a small moment - the moment that a giggle fell from between your lips, caused by his dramatics, he broke character.

"Happy birthday, darling." He opened his arms for you and you gladly complied, gently padding across the floor and letting him hold you in his strong arms.

"Thank you." You felt his lips carefully brush against the top of your head as you spoke "What is all of this?"

"It's your birthday... and so I have made cakes, cookies... all sorts." He admitted, sounding almost embarrassed for a moment. You tilted your head back to meet his dark eyes. "Gifts too... Everything has been planned. You're in for a busy day, my love."

You glanced to the side, only just noticing the huge pile of presents - all neatly wrapped in pretty silk ribbons. Your mouth fell open in surprise. You looked back to Elijah, seeing the large grin he was sporting - nothing made him happier than seeing you happy, than being the one to make you happy.

"You can open one in a moment - I just need to make sure that this cake doesn't burn."

You leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek. "Thank you, Elijah. Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me - you deserve it, sweetheart."

join my birthday celebration here!

[xxchumanixx]

When I say "I'm tired" I mean "I'm tired but I'm willing to spend 6 more hours on tumblr just scrolling and obsessing over fictional characters."

[fandoms--fluff]

The Right Plan

Younger Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: little blurb of Hope's younger sister, you, pestering her into doing something fun for a change. - you're only a year or two younger than Hope.

Warnings: none

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"Soooo?" You urged on. "No" Hope immediately replied. "Oh come on, seriously? It'll be so much fun!" You exclaim, making Hope look up from her grimoire.

"I know for a fact that it most certainly won't be so much fun. Especially when Mom and Dad find out" she crosses her arms, grimoire forgotten on her lap.

"You don't know that they will" you urge, still standing your ground on the situation. Your older sister looks up at you, an eyebrow raised in knowing.

"Okay, fine, so there's a good chance they'd find out. BUT if we concoct the right plan there's also a good chance that they won't find out as well." You explain to her.

"Really? You really want to go into all this, probably going to get in trouble either way, just to sneak out and go to a party in the middle of the woods? Is it just me or does that sound like a road to disaster?" She asks rhetorically, relaying what you've been nagging about to her for the past half an hour. Though in all honesty, she only started really listening to you for the past five minutes. The rest beforehand she was blocking out.

"So what if it is, at least we'll have fun for once instead of being in danger and almost dying by one of our family's never ending enemies." You stood from Hope's desk chair and walked in front of where she's sitting on her bed. "Plus, it'll be a natural experience that all teenagers should experience at least once in their lives" you shine your puppy dog eyes, as she calls them, to your sister.

Your persuasion tactics kicked in. Hope sighed and moved the heavy grimoire from her lap before she stood up in front of you. "Fine. But, on one condition" she says, giving into your desire of going to a party that's not formal and surrounded by family and vampires or supernatural creatures.

"Yes, anything" you nod, excitement practically oozing out of you. "We have to stay together the entire time, no wandering off, I don't want one of us to end up lost. And we have to tell at least one person where we're going."

You think it over for a second before groaning out, "fine." "But do we have to tell someone?" You say right after agreeing with her conditions.

All hope does is cross her arms and lift one of her eyebrows up again for you to sign and nod your head, succumbing to her wishes. "Alright, alright. Who should we tell...that's not going to get us in trouble" you point your finger up at her, knowing exactly who she was going to suggest.

"You don't know that he wou-" you cut her off with a blank stare. "...okay so maybe Uncle Elijah would, but would that be so bad?.. okay, fine I guess it would" she says after seeing the look you're giving her.

"Exactly. The old man is horrible at keeping anything from Mom or Dad. Especially if it somehow is linked back to us" you huff out, it's extremely annoying at times.

"Fine then. Who do you suggest?" She asks. You think for a moment before a smirk settles on your face.

Oh no, that's never good, you can basically hear Hope's thoughts flowing through her mind.

"Oh please, it's not that bad. Who do we know that loves to go behind everyone's back to have fun and create mischief? Huh? That's right, Uncle Kol. He would only tell Mom or Dad if there's something serious going on or we're in trouble. Think about it" you encourage.

Hope thinks it over for a solid minute while you just stabs there bored out of your mind for the longest minute you've has to endure in a while. "Alright, that works" she nods in agreement finally.

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You crash into your older sister, wrapping your arms around her torso in a hug. She wraps her arms right back around your neck, returning the embrace. "You're lucky," she whispers. "I know" you whisper back.

[dckweed]

➺ MASTERLIST

below you'll find a master list of my collective series of works on tumblr. currently, i'm only adding those that are specifically a series because those are the most that i get messages about and i have alot of singular posts and it would be too time consuming currently to go through and add them!

⤷ TOP GUN: MAVERICK (open for requests)

⤿ Jake 'hangman' Seresin

Sugar Sweet: one, two, three,

Babygirl: one, two, three, four, five, six, seve, eight, (this series is also open for request!)

⤿ Bradley 'rooster' Bradshaw

⤿ Robert 'bob' Floyd

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six,

⤿ Pete 'maverick' Mitchell

⤷ STRANGER THINGS (currently closed for requests while i catch up)

⤿ Steve Harrington

love grows: one, two

⤿ Billy Hargrove

I feel so stupid: one, two, three

Not parent friendly: one, two, three, four

⤷ FARGO

⤿ Gator Tillman

THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,

TNTYK BLURBS: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

⤷ STAR WARS

⤿ General Hux

what was i made for?: taglist, one, two, three, four, five, six

⤷ BRIDGERTON

⤿ Benedict Bridgerton

tormented tragedy: taglist, one, two, three, four

⤷ COD

⤿ Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

rosie!: one, two, three, four, five, six

⤷ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES & THE ORIGINALS (open for requests)

⤿ Elijah Mikaelson

Devilish Delights: one, two

[darknights04]

are you still working on the Elijah mikaelson Bridgeton fic?

I'm sorry it took so long 😭😭 Lots of life changes have been occurring. But here it is, a small blurb of what could be the start of a series if you guys like it.

The Social Season

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader Summary: The Mikaelsons have returned to London for this year's social season. No girl had ever caught Elijah's eye before, until now. Word Count: 2772 Masterlist

London 1814

The London social season had been in full swing by the time the Mikaelsons had returned to the city during one of Lady Danbury’s events. Elijah and his siblings had barely walked through the doors before ruthless mamas began to smooth our their daughter’s dresses while eyeing them from across the room. Elijah was the prize, certainly, but if any woman was to catch a Mikaelson son at all they would consider it a win. Rebekah had also never had a difficulty keeping her dance card full. 

It was well past the first soiree of the season, but it was the first that the Mikaelson siblings had made an appearance at. The marriage-minded missus of the city (and their mamas) always kept a keen eye out for them. While they may not have had the status of the Duke, the Mikaelson family was both well known, respected, and equally as feared. Not even Lady Whistledown dared to write more than their names. 

“Must we return to this god-awful city every year?” Niklaus groaned as the wave of young bachelorettes swarmed towards them. 

“Speak for yourself,” Kol smiled, watching the ladies with a much different expression. “I rather like being adored.” 

“Mikaelsons!” they all heard coming from the opposite direction. Upon inspection they saw none other than Anthony Bridgerton advancing towards them. Rebekah and Elijah turned toward him with bright smiles with Niklaus and Kol tended to the hoard of ladies with empty dance cards. 

“Bridgerton,” Elijah greeted with a smile, meeting his arm in the middle to shake his hand in greeting. 

“You’ve missed a great amount in the short few weeks you’ve been absent this season.” 

“Yes, well, we had some family business to tie up back in the states across the water.” 

“No matter, you are all here now. You must join our family for a promenade sometime soon so I might regale you with all the happenings from the season thus far.” 

“I’m sure we’ll catch up plenty with a reading of the last couple Lady Whistledown issues,” Rebekah remarked with a small chuckle.

“Yes but surely, sister, as you know as well as I Whistledown doesn’t know everything,” Elijah corrected before turning back to Anthony with a smile. “We’ll be glad to join you, Bridgerton. You shall name the day.” 

“Fantastic! Oh and we must not forget the ball my mother is hosting at our estate in the country. You’d all be welcome there as my guests if you so desire.” 

“I would be honored, my lord,” Rebekah said with a smile, bowing her head slightly. It was no secret that she fancied the man. Her whole family could see it. While Rebekah had no intention of being courted or heavens forbid marrying anyone, she could still dream about the life she might live were she able to. The beautiful family that might surround her. The number of children she and the viscount might have been able to have together. But that was nothing more than a fantasy. Precisely the reason that Elijah was hardly ever seen taking any young ladies to the floor. He felt it foolish to fill them with futile hopes of him proposing. Every respectable lady of the ton desired marriage, children, a real family. Something none of the Mikaelsons would be able to provide. 

Nonetheless, the Mikaelsons always appeared before the ton each year during the height of the social season just long enough to maintain appearances. Not to mention, Kol had not found an easier afternoon snack than that of a young lady hoping for a betrothal. They never killed any of the members of the ton, of course. Such a high standing society member would surely be missed. Nothing a bit of the vampires’ own blood and a little compulsion couldn’t resolve.

“You must meet my dear cousin,” Anthony stated after a brief moment. “She’s come to live with us after the passing of her mother, my aunt.” 

Anthony turned as he beckoned you over to them. Elijah sighed as he looked down at his feet, readjudsting his posture to be more proper as he awaited your arrival. When his eyes met yours, however, his reluctance towards the introduction vanished. 

“Mikaelsons,” Anthony continued. “This is my cousin, miss Y/n Ledger.” 

“A pleasure,” you said with a polite smile and a perfect curtsy. 

“The pleasure is mine,” Elijah replied quickly, offering his hand for you to take. Once you softly placed your hand into his, Elijah brought it ever so slowly up to his lips as he touched the softest kiss to your gloved hand; an action that did not go unnoticed by Rebekah, nor the ravenous mamas behind them. Elijah was not one to give more than a curt nod to young ladies introducing themselves. “Lady Ledger-”

“Just miss Ledger,” you corrected. “Lady Ledger was my grandmother.” 

While the response was simple, it answered many of Elijah’s questions. For one, you were not married. If you had been married you would either hold a title as a lady or hold a different last name than your grandmother. Second, your mother was not married. Had your father been a Ledger himself, your mother would hold the title of Lady Ledger, not your grandmother. As that title is still her grandmother’s to hold, your mother hadn’t married a lord to gain the title herself. Thirdly, she must be related to the Bridgertons through the sister of the current vicountesses Bridgerton. 

“Pardon me, Miss Ledger. Would you care to do me the honor of a d-”

“Y/n, surely you must join me for a cool glass of lemonade,” Rebekah interrupted, linking her arm through yours as she dragged you away to the drinks table. 

Elijah stood dumbfounded as you both walked away. Rebakah knew it was improper to interrupt, but after living for 800 years she couldn’t come to care. Elijah watched your expression closely. He expected a protest, or for you to at least look back towards him. There wasn’t a chance you didn’t catch what he wanted to ask you. Any other lady would have jumped at the opportunity to be led to the floor by a Mikaelson. Especially by Elijah, being the eldest for all intents and purposes. 

As soon as the two of you were gone, Elijah was swarmed by the ton much like his brothers were just moments before. Nikalus and Kol could not agree to another single dance, having agreed to partner with a different lady for each one, so naturally the crowd has turned next

‘’ towards both Elijah and Anthony, knowing this was the season the viscount longed to secure a wife. 

Anthony looked towards Elijah with raised eyebrows as he let out a deep sigh before having to face the wolves. 

--- 

As the week went on, Elijah and Rebekah agreed to join the Bridgerton family in a turn about the park in Mayfair. Rebekah loved their family. She envied Violet’s ability to have so many children. A life she longed for herself. Elijah, on the other hand, wanted to know more about you. 

“Bridgertons,” Elijah greeted the family with a nod as they approached. “Miss Ledger,” he said toward you.

“My lord,” you greeted back with a smile and a small bow.

“Would you care for a turnabout the lake?” he offered, holding his arm out for you. 

“Oh,” you said with a slight tone of surprise, looking back at the Bridgerton family. Before you could find the words to accept or deny, Violet spoke up for you. 

“She would love one,” Violet beamed with a nod, pulling you forward to take his arm. 

You chuckled in defeat as you wrapped you arm around his, hand resting on the crook of his elbow. 

The two of you had barely gotten ten feet from the rest of the family before he bagan to bombard you with questions. You didn’t mind, of course. Most most began conversations this way, especially when “interviewing” their potential matches. 

“So I really must ask,” he began. “How is it that you’re not married yet?” 

You chuckled at his question, one of the ones you expected to hear first. “Well, my mother had me out of wedlock. If it wasn’t for or connection to the Bridgertons then I would be labeled a bastard child and thrown out of society entirely. Instead, my mother trained me from a young age so I could have the perfect match. She was determined. Too determined. Her determination ended up turning away a lot of possible suitors.”

As you spoke, you noticed Elijah was genuinely interested in what you had to say. He wasn’t spaced out as you rambled on, he didn’t seem annoyed or simply waiting for you to be finished. He wanted to know about you. About your life.

“As the seasons past, and I got older, everyone began to lose interest. I’ve been officially put ‘on the shelf’ as they would call it, at the ripe age of three and twenty.”

“Yet you still attend events with the rest of the ton?” he questioned. 

“Living with the Bridgertons comes with a surplus of invitations,” you explained with a smile. “And Eloise needs encouragement through her first season.” 

Elijah let out a laugh at that. “I pity any man who tries to tame her.” 

“Not possible,” you rebutted with a laugh of your own. “Eloise is one horse that cannot be tamed.”

As you continued to walk, you noticed many eyes turned to stare at the two of you. 

“And what of you?” you asked him. It was his turn to answer your questions. 

“What of me?” 

“Surely you have your number of available matches. Why have you gone so long without securing one?” 

Elijah chucked while glancing to the floor, watching your feet walk in sync. “In truth I’ve never had the desire to settle down with anyone,” he explained. “It didn’t seem like the type of life I was meant to live.” 

“And now?” you asked. Both of your steps had halted as you turned to face one another, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the words to answer you. 

“Now…” he began, not truly knowing what his answer was. “Now, I’m not sure what the future holds for me.” 

The two of you stayed in silence you a couple moments longer, stuck searching the others eyes for answers to questions you didn’t know. It wasn’t until you remembered where you were that you tore your eyes from his, clearing your throat.

“We should make our way back,” you said simply. “They’ll be serving tea under the gazebo soon. Would you and your sister care to join us?” 

It was Elijah’s turn tp clear his own throat, facing back towards the path in front of you as he continued to walk.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “That would be quite agreeable.”

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up again. “You must join us in Aubrey Hall next week.”

“Yes, Lord Bridgerton mentioned retiring to the country for a ball his mother is hosting.” 

“He’s invited the Sharma family to join us before the rest of the invited guests arrive, I insist your family do the same.” 

“Are you certain?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “We would not wish to be a burden.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” you assured him. “There is plenty of space and I could use the company while Anthony is busy in his dance of courtship. I shall discuss it with the family upon our return.” 

As the two of you walked back towards the Bridgertons, you felt eyes on you left and right. Both lords and ladys staring at the pair of you with two feelings on their mind. Confusing and envy. 

---

As the Mikaelsons dismounted from their carriage at Aubrey Hall, the entirety of the Bridgerton family was waiting to greet them. 

“Lord Mikaelson,” Violet smiled, greeting him with open arms. 

“Elijah, please,” he corrected, bowing his head slightly towards her. “You’ve invited us to be guests in your home, its only fair that you might call us by our given names. You know my sister, Rebekah,” he continued, motioning towards his siblings. “And might I introduce my brother, Niklaus and Kol.” 

“A pleasure, Lady Bridgerton,” Kol greeted with a bow of his own, followed by Niklaus.

“You have a lovely home,” he spoke up with a warm smile. 

“While you’re here you may think of it as your own,” Violet began before motioning towards the front doors. “Please, we were just about to sit down for tea. The Sharmas should be arriving any moment.”

As the group walked into the house, Elijah’s face lit up with a smile seeing you sitting in the parlor, waiting for everyone else. 

“My lord,” you smiled, standing up to offer a quick curtsy. “I’m pleased you could make it.”

Elijah grabbed your hand before your eyes raised to meet his, bringing it once more up to lightly caress it with his lips. Your breath hitches in your throat as this time, you weren’t wearing your gloves. 

“I wouldn’t miss it,” his said, looking back at you with a smile, you hand staying in his while he looks up at you. 

His eyes held yours for another moment before you heard a throat clear behind you. Elijah turned to see Kol with a sly smirk on his face.

“Ah, yes, miss Ledger allow me to introduce my brothers, Kol and Niklaus.” 

Both men in question smiled warmly as they each gave the the girl a quick bow. 

“Brother,” Elijah continued. “I’d like you both to meet miss Y/n Ledger. Cousin to the Bridgertons.” 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” you said with a smile of your own, giving a small curtsy. 

“Miss Ledger,” Niklaus starting, stepping forward to be next to Elijah. “I hear you’re quite the artist. I myself dabble in painting every now and again, I’d love to see your work.” 

Elijah looked towards his brother uneasily. Anyone who overheard him may have taken his comment as a kind remark, but Elijah didn’t miss the calculating grin on his face. He had an agenda. 

“An artist?” Elijah repeated with a slight tone of surprise. He wasn’t sure how his brother came to know this.

“Yes, brother. I’ve done my research,” Klaus answered back simply. 

“Oh,” you began, a bit take off guard by his knowledge of you. “Well I’ve tried my hand at painting every now and again, but Benedict is the true artist of the family. It’s him you’d be wanting to speak with about it.” 

“Miss Ledger I don’t recall ever seeing you on the dance floor,” Kol spoke up next. “You must allow me to lead you sometime. I am, after all, the best dancer in the family.” 

“Perhaps the best male dancer,” Rebekah spoke up, seemingly appearing beside him. “Both of you, stop overwhelming the poor girl.” 

“Oh, I really don’t mind, Lady Mikaelson.”

“Rebekah, please,” she almost scoffed. “Titles make me feel much too old.” 

“I couldn’t possibly-”

“I insist,” she interrupted. “In any case, we are all most comfortable being called by our given names. When one hears the name ‘Mikaelson’ being thrown from across the ballroom we never know for who it is intended for.” 

“Very well, Rebekah. Then you all must call me Y/n. Especially here in the country, away from the rules of London society.” 

“Lord Mikaelson,” Violet could be heard from behind, approaching the small group in the parlor. 

“Again, Elijah really is fine,” he corrected again with a chuckle.

“Elijah,” she repeated, a warm smile on her face. “You really must allow Y/n to take you on a tour of the grounds. I hear you’re quite the reader and my late husband, Edmund, had quite the collection in his library.” 

“But aunt Violet,” you started before Elijah could give an answer. “I told the kitchen staff that I would assist in serving the tea.” 

Violet waved you off. “I shall send down Eloise to help them. You go on and show Elijah your uncle’s library upstairs.” 

“I would love to see it,” Elijah added, urging you with his smile.

“Very well,” you nodded. Elijah help out his arm, motioning for you to go first, following close behind as you led him up to the Bridgerton’s library. 

“Might they be needing a chaperone, Lady Bridgerton?” Rebekah asked her with a sly grin, catching onto Violet’s schemes. 

“I’m not sure as to who you are referring,” she replied with an innocent shrug, turning back to return to the rest of her family. 

[captainsophiestark]

October Fic Recs

Happy end of Fictober! I feel like I got to read a good amount this month, although by no means have I come close to scratching the surface of everything Tumblr's incredible creators made in October. Fortunately, that means I still have a lot of great stuff to read into November! Everything I did get to read is linked below the cut, so go check out those awesome fics and make sure to tell the creators how much you loved what you read!

If you want to see what else I've read, you can find my fic rec masterlist here

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker

A very sweet childhood friends to lovers fic with Obi-Wan with an incredibly fluffy promise of a happy ending

Truth Serum Isn’t Real …Oh Wait Kriff by @ghostofskywalker

A very sweet and funny fic with a love confession thanks to Count Dooku, with Anakin helping move things along on Obi-Wan’s side

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

The Long Game by @anakin-skywalker-always

A very fun fic with Anakin and reader’s POVs as they dance around each other, with bonus reactions from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka and Cal Kestis as the reader’s Padawan!

Mini Matchmakers by @ghostofskywalker

This is literally the funniest, sweetest fic with Anakin and the twins. Luke and Leia make excellent matchmakers, and the fluff overload combined with the author’s usual humor is unbeatable

Intimidation by @idontknowwhattoputasmyusernameee

A freaking adorable and SUPER relatable fic with many many many awkward moments of the reader fumbling things around her crush, only to get to the happy ending

Trapped, Cold, And Annoyed: Another Mission With Anakin by @ghostofskywalker

SUCH a good fic that felt like a moment pulled out of the Clone Wars with a recurring character we just never got to meet. Great dynamics and vibes that fit the show with a very sweet and soft hopeful ending

Poe Dameron x Reader

Rainstorms with Poe Fall Blurb by @alwritey-aphrodite

Soft cozy adorable fic with Poe and the reader getting to take a break together from Resistance work, aided by Leia

Poe Dameron Vs. The Claw Machine by @ghostofskywalker

This is a very sweet and VERY funny modern AU with a date at the arcade with everybody’s favorite flyboy Poe

Every Time You Walk By by @girl-next-door-writes

This was so sweet and fluffy even in times of hardship for the Resistance, and it was also from Poe’s perspective which was really fun to see!

Marvel

Clint Barton x Reader

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life at 2am! by @ghostofskywalker

A very sweet fic with some comfort for Clint! #1 best person to find in your kitchen in the middle of the night, no contest

A Virtual World by @trekkingaroundasgard

Some excellent hurt/comfort with Clint, which can be read either romantically or platonically, and with a VERY cool way of writing and describing the superpowers of Clint’s partner

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Wedding Bells by @xxwritemeastoryxx

Some absolutely adorable Elijah fluff! We love a story where someone gets past Elijah’s fears of putting someone at risk to get to their happy ending

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

You’ve Never Seen Halloween Town? by @drakoneve

A super sweet Halloween fic with Kol, tons of decorating, and preparations for an excellent movie marathon

Harry Potter

Theseus Scamander x Reader

Just This Once by @its-vannah

An adorable fic with flashes through time that show different glimpses of Theseus and the reader throughout their time getting to know each other and being in a relationship

Ron Weasley x Reader

The Yule Ball by @marvelslut16

A very sweet fic with Ron and the reader at the Yule Ball, with my personal favorite meddling sibling matchmaker trope! George is very chaotic and it works to everybody’s advantage

Pirates of the Carribean

Elizabeth Swan x Reader

Terror of the Seas by @ghostofskywalker

Getting revenge and starting a crew with Elizabeth Swan? Yes please. Also the fluffiest concept ever, of looking for a place to run and instead finding a place to belong

Star Trek

Christopher Pike x Reader

Pancakes by @space-helen

The softest, sweetest domestic fluffy morning with Captain Pike. This is it, this is the dream

[clovermunson]

clovermunson’s nostalgic new year’s celebration

break out the aqua net and tease the hell outta your hair, because we’re going back to the 80s with this one.

to kick off a new year, how about a little celebration since we’ve all made it through the hellscape of a year that was 2023? i think we’ve all been through it this year, and we’ve deserved a little break from the chaos. below you’ll find an assortment of games that everyone is welcome to join in on! here’s to 2024!

this celebration will be open from 12:00 am cst wednesday, december, 27th, 2023 until 3:00 pm cst friday, january, 5th, 2024.

round and round — send this for me to give you five random songs from any of my personal playlists

shout at the devil — come into my inbox to rant, vent, or just chat about whatever!

into the fire — send this to ask me a this or that question about anything, or make me choose between two or more things

photograph — send this for me to make a personalized moodboard for you (limited to mutuals only; 8 spots.)

rock you like a hurricane — a classic game of cym. ask me to cast my mutuals as anything, and i’ll deliver.

poison — you know the drill, the classic fmk or kmk. you send in three characters, and i’ll do the rest.

is this love — send me a short description of yourself along with your fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character

looks that kill — send a description of what you’d wear to a new year’s party, and i’ll tell you who your date would be! (please include fandom and gender preference)

you give love a bad name — tell me a little bit about yourself, and i’ll tell you what things i would associate with you

bringin’ on the heartbreak — send this to request a blurb or headcanon list from me. (please see below the cut for the list of characters i’m currently writing for) you can request fluff, angst, anything!

characters i currently write for

(stranger things)

eddie munson

billy hargrove

steve harrington

robin buckley

(the hunger games)

finnick odair

peeta mellark

johanna mason

(tvdu/the originals)

klaus mikaelson

elijah mikaelson

kol mikaelson

stefan salvatore

(marvel/mcu)

bucky barnes

steve rogers

tasm!peter parker

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Spooktober 24

Welcome welcome to my first Spooktober event!

I am opening requests until the end of September for Halloween-themed blurbs and five-sentence reader insert ficlets. I also have some other writing that I will be releasing in October. Send requests via my ask box and they can be SFW or NSFW. If you want to request a self-insert, that's perfectly fine too!

Characters that I'll write for:

Maxim Horvath

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Manuel Aringarosa

Stephen Arden

Paul Weller

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Nudis Vulko

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rafael Barba

Nevada Ramirez

John Winchester

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Ares/Sir Patrick Morgan

Inspector Goole

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Aro Volturi

Caius Volturi

Marcus Volturi

Carlisle Cullen

Rupert Giles

Ray Stantz

Elrond Perendhel

Loki Friggasson/Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Helmut Zemo

John Wick

If I receive an ask requesting something I am uncomfortable writing, I will delete the ask. I will not write non-con or underage. If you are not sure whether I'll write something, send me an ask before you send your request.

[enchantedrosee]

🥀 ≈ angst 🌪️ ≈ series

🕊️ ≈ fluff ☀️ ≈ oneshots

🍑 ≈ smut ⚡️≈ blurbs

harry potter:

harry potter:

nothing yet. .

james potter:

nothing yet. .

sirius black:

nothing yet. .

remus lupin:

nothing yet. .

tom riddle:

nothing yet. .

mattheo riddle:

nothing yet. .

the vampire diaries:

damon salvatore:

bedtime laughs [ 🕊️, ⚡️ ]

stefan salvatore:

nothing yet. .

klaus mikaelson:

nothing yet. .

elijah mikaelson:

nothing yet. .

the summer i turned pretty:

jeremiah fisher:

nothing yet. .

jujutsu kaisen:

gojo satoru

therapist [ ☀️ ]

nanami kento

nothing yet. .

ryomen sukuna

nothing yet. .

supernatural:

dean winchester:

nothing yet. .

sam winchester:

nothing yet. .

the walking dead:

rick grimes:

nothing yet. . however, go check out my only rick grimes blog @rickydoodahgrimez <3

stranger things:

steve harrington:

imagine

billy hargrove:

nothing yet. .

outerbanks:

jj maybank:

nothing yet. .

pope heyward:

nothing yet. .

hunger games; catching fire:

finnick odair:

nothing yet. .

hunger games; ballad of songbirds & snakes:

coriolanus snow

nothing yet. .

[purexfuego]

Series and the Characters I Write For!

!Clarification! If said character's actor/actress has drama or claims against them, I will still write about the character but I will not write about the actor/actress.

I can write requests with y/n, she/her, he/him, they/them, and any personality traits you'd like!

I'll most likely write fluff, blurbs, one-shots, and smut

All Characters will be aged 18+ in smut or suggestive stories

I will put warnings and triggers at the top of the fic, along with a brief synopsis

I'm open to constructive criticism!

If you find something in my work offensive/rude/triggering and I missed it while creating my warnings, please let me know!!

We're all human and we all make mistakes!

LGBTQIA+ Inclusive!

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derick Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Allison Argent

Issac Lahey

Lydia Martin

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe (I write for the character, not Percy)

Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Glenn Rhee

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice

HalfSac

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Bobby

Opie

Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

Miguel Diaz

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri

Robby Keene

Johnny Lawerence

Daniel LaRusso

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Ward Cameron

Topper

Kingsman

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

Hamish Mycroft/Merlin

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Lost Boys

Michael Emerson

Sam Emerson

Edgar Frog

Allen Frog

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Izombie

Blaine DeBeers

Don. E

Ravi Chakrabarti

Major Lilywhite

Yellowstone

John Dutton

Kacey Dutton

Lee Dutton

Beth Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Metal Lords

Hunter Sylvester

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Charlie Swan

Jacob Black

Marvel

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

And many more!

[fandoms--fluff]

Annoying Brothers

Female vampire reader x Rebekah Mikaelson

Summary: You comfort Rebekah after a fight with her brothers, turning the rest of the day into a movie marathon

Warnings: None, just fluff

a/n: Just a short little blurb I wanted to write.

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You look up from your book, hearing someone slamming the front door open and close. Placing your book down on the coffee table, you look over to the hallway and see Rebekah kick off her black heels in a flimsy manner.

Before you say anything to the blonde, she walks over and slams herself onto you. In the action, she makes you sit back into the couch with her head resting on your chest and her arm wrapped around your waist tightly.

"You okay, baby?" You ask your girlfriend. "Nik and Elijah are being arses" she mumbles, frowning.

"What'd he do this time?" You ask, knowing there are certain precautions to take when Klaus and Rebekah aren't getting along.

"He won't tell me anything, acting as if I'm not standing right in front of him. And anytime I try talking to Stefan or Elena, then I'm apparently a threat and he has to drag me away as if I'm his little kid or pet. And of course, Elijah agrees with him." she seethes, getting fed up.

You run your hand through her silky hair. "Before you go and set things of theirs on fire, how about we have a movie night? We can watch all those girly movies that Kol was about to throw away when you bought them" You smile softly.

"Really?" her eyes light up. "Really!" You kiss her forehead before she scampers off upstairs to her room and comes back down with the DVDs.

You take the one she picks out and put it into the DVD player at the TV stand. You take the remote, switch it to HDMI2, and after a couple seconds of loading and fast-forwarding ads, the intro to Mean Girls starts.

You go back to the couch and as soon as you sit down, Rebekah snuggles into your arms with a smile on her face.

[dreamiefaeriebf]

teddy. twenty-one. they/he/she. taken³. unlabeled polyam. autistic. stiles stillinski lovebot💌 @strawbeariefaerie is my gf💞 @qui-gon-bitch is my bf💞

libra sun. scorpio rising. pisces moon.istj.

this blog is pro-choice. pro-black lives matter. pro-gun control. pro-lgbt. pro-drag. block me if you disagree.

🪻fandoms🪻- teen wolf. supernatural. stranger things. criminal minds. greys anatomy. the originals. the vampire diaries. legacies.

🪻characters🪻- (tw) stiles stillinski. (tw) issac lahey. (spn) dean winchester. (spn) sam winchester. (st) steve harrington. (st) jim hopper. (st) eddie munson. (cm) spencer reid. (cm) penelope garcia. (to) klaus mikaelson. (to) elijah mikaelson (tvd) damon salvatore (ga) miranda bailey. (ga) atticus lincoln. (legacies) alaric saltzman. (legacies) landon kirby

🪻kpop🪻- bts. the rose. seventeen. txt. twice. new jeans. got7. agustd. demian. stray kids.

🪻info🪻- this blog will be mostly blurbs/head cannons. reqs will not be open.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

TVD / The Originals Masterlist

🖤 = 100+ Notes

❤️️ = 200+ Notes

⭐ = 500+ Notes

😕 = Sorta Angsty / Hurt + Comfort

😭 = Definitely Angsty / Hurt + Comfort

🍬 = Sorta Fluff

⛅ = Definitely Fluff

😋 = Silly

Blurbs & Imagines:

BLURBS (1000 WORDS OR LESS):

--- DAMON SALVATORE --- Trouble || WC: 688 || 🍬 - Reader meets trouble at a little party thing with their cousin Caroline and her friends. 

IMAGINES (1000+ WORDS):

--- ELIJAH MIKAELSON --- Trust || WC: 1,372 || ❤️️ 😕 🍬 -  Reader is cornered in the woods and soon becomes reacquainted with some people they used to know.  

--- KLAUS MIKAELSON --- That Escalated Quickly || WC: 1,788 || ❤️️ 😕 🍬 - Reader goes to a party with her friends to gather info on a new group of vampires in town that want Klaus dead. However, she’s kidnapped and Klaus must rescue her. The result? An eternity with the love of her life I suppose.  

--- JEREMY GILBERT --- Business As Usual? || WC: 1,282 || ⭐ 🍬 - Jeremy shows up to Reader’s house with a stab wound so Reader helps him clean up and get bandaged. Jeremy also has a question for Reader.  

Series:

-- None At This Time --

Headcanons:

--- KLAUS MIKAELSON --- ⭐ NSFW Alphabet 

--- JEREMY GILBERT --- NSFW Alphabet

BACK TO THE MAIN MASTERLIST

[imkylotrash]

Eternity Isn’t Long Enough

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Summary: You were the first human that Elijah turned in order for you to have eternity together but it put a target on your back as Mikael hunted Klaus. Elijah sent you off to protect you but now that Klaus has killed Mikael then the two of you can be reunited. 

Tagging: @music-of-melody​ @bitchwhytho​

You remember asking him if it would hurt to die. That was the only thing you worried about. It seemed silly to worry about that part when you were committing to an eternity fearing the sun and using people as food but you couldn’t help it. You were always sick as a child, always in pain, and the fear of pain followed you into adulthood. He’d told you he’d make it quick. That you wouldn’t feel a thing but still the fear gnawed at you. The promise of forever with him became the motivation. In 1068, your quickest option was a snap of the neck. And he was right. You didn’t feel a thing when you died. August 13th 1068. That’s the day you took your final breath as a human and woke up something much stronger. It was the last day you feared pain. 

You lived a grand life filled with love and passion but when the decoys failed and Mikael realised he’d been hunting the wrong ones for all this time, it put a target on your back as well. Everyone who’d helped hide Klaus was an enemy to Mikael. Elijah sent you off in the hopes of keeping you safe. You had every intention of finding each other again. A hope you held onto for all those years but then the news of his death found you. Klaus had put a dagger in his heart proving once and for all what kind of a monster he really was. You fled from country to country wreaking havoc everywhere you went. If you were deemed to spend eternity in misery then everyone else would suffer with you. The only comfort you had was knowing that Mikael was closing in on Klaus and when he found Klaus, you’d have your revenge as well. You knew you’d never be able to take on the hybrid himself but you wanted him dead for what he did to you. 

It wasn’t until much later you heard that Klaus had managed to kill Mikael ruining your chance of finding some sort of peace. The news brought you back to the States. You wanted to finish what Mikael had started all those years ago or die trying. It’s the reason you were currently standing in Mystic Falls watching the town square full of people just living their lives.

“Do you want a table or?” You turn around to find a blue-eyed boy watching you carefully. His bracelet doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you’re guessing he knows what your ring is for. 

“Just admiring the view.” It’s too early to make enemies in this town. If he knows about vampires, he might be of help later on. 

“Thank you though, Matt,” you say after reading his name tag. He heads inside where he no doubt will alert every one of the new vampire in town. While you don’t care all that much, you know you have to move fast if you’re going to keep the element of surprise. You hear voices as you inch closer to the Mikaelson Mansion but one in particular makes you stop dead in your tracks. 

“I saw them, Niklaus! Right there in the town square.” 

“And I’m telling you they’re gone. Listen to me, brother.” He’s alive? You thought Klaus killed him? Instantly, your eyes fill with tears. You’ve been apart for so long and now he’s standing on the other side of a door. You’d always recognise that voice. With shaking hands, you knock on the door all thought of revenge forgotten. The voices go silent making you pray for him to speak again. His voice brings you calm that you haven’t felt in years. You knock again this time with no patience. You won’t be denied any more time with Elijah. 

“Y/N?” And there he is. Right in front of you. He looks good. Eternity suits him. 

“Elijah?” You can hardly believe your own eyes. You reach out to touch him and convince yourself that he’s actually real. Something bursts in your heart when you feel him solid and alive. 

“I thought you were dead?” you ask never breaking eye contact. You’re worried you might wake up and realise that this is all a dream. Something you’re not sure your heart could take. 

“Technically, he was.” Klaus smirks and suddenly you remember the rage that consumed you prior to seeing Elijah alive and breathing. You take a deep breath trying to focus on the positive.

“When I heard word of your death, I fled America,” you explain trying to distract yourself from Klaus watching this reunion with playful eyes. This will not become part of his game. 

“Walk with me,” he says sensing your feelings without you even uttering a word. It’s like no time has passed but you remember the dark years without your humanity and you feel the shame weigh heavy on your shoulders. When Elijah explains the dagger and how he was temporarily dead but not actually dead, you feel the weight threaten to crush you. All those people dead because of your heartbreak and if you’d stayed a while longer you might have learned the truth. You hesitate to tell him of what you did with the time you were apart but he coaxes it out of you anyway. There’s no judgement in his eyes as you admit to the gruesome details. He offers kindness and a feeling of calm instead. 

“I always thought I’d spend my immortality with you. Without you all my plans fell apart, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think.” You look over at the man you’ve loved for centuries despite the distance and being without each other. You’re still the same people at heart. 

“I promised you eternity a long time ago. Do you remember what you said?” 

“I told you eternity wouldn’t be long enough.” You remember it clear as day. You remember every moment with Elijah as if it were yesterday. He takes your hands in his and raises them to his lips. The action itself is enough to make you fall apart.

“Then how about we just start with now?” 

[calummss]

1920s LOVE | KLAUS MIKAELSON

masterlist : part 2

summary: your cousins, the salvatore brothers, tell you to go straight home after school. an evil vampire has come to town and it’s too dangerous; so what happens when the original vampire appears in your house unannounced

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 1.9k

a/n: my first tvd imagine for literally the man i love the most. this fic has similarities to @frost-queen ‘s work as i requested the imagine to her before i started writing but i wanted to write it myself. so before you come at me she already knows as i asked her first!! :)

‘After that we miss our chance to make memories.’ You chimed with Bonnie and Elena, all of you smiling as the cool breeze filtered through your hair.

‘Caroline, I’m not that type of person and you know that!’ A giggle escaped your lips, your hands reaching for hers. ‘Besides, I promised Stefan that I’d go straight home after school.’

‘What even is he to you?’ Caroline pulled her most Caroline face ever.

‘Well he feels like my cousin, but technically he’s probably my great x1000 cousin or something. All I know is that I’m a Salvatore and that connects us.’

Caroline pondered for a moment, letting go of your hands and bracing herself. ‘Fine.’

You let out a breath.

‘But,’

You sighed.

‘You have to actually show up to the dance and not just for five minutes before disappearing with Jeremy to never be seen again.’

‘Fine.’ You threw your hands up in the air and walked away from the group. ‘I can’t wait Caroline! I’m going to have so much fun.’ You made fun of yourself, earning chuckles from the girls before they parted ways too.

Stefan, even though your cousin from hundreds of generations ago, acted like your big brother despite being your age (one could argue about that). Stefan and Damon felt more like brothers and that’s what you always referred to them as. Since you started living at the Boarding house and got told the type of lifestyle the brothers lived, they always made sure you were safe. You were truly grateful for that. Having someone actually care about your well-being and not just yell at you to bring food to the table even though you were only nine years old…it was family. But Stefan and Damon could be pushy when it did come to your safety. Especially since that really old vampire came to town and terrorised Mystic Falls’ supernatural citizens. Since you were a human; a human that knew of vampires and was friends with them so they didn’t want to take any chances. So like any other girl with overprotective brothers, you had no other choice but to go home.

You took your time walking back. The sounds of leaves rustling on the pavement. Red-orangey leaves tumbling across the cement. Whistling of the winds as it bolted through the trees.

You felt at peace. Peace you had longed for for a long time.

Arriving at the enormous house , you unlocked the door and threw your school bag next to the shoe rack, slumping your way down the hall, but someone caught your eye.

‘And you are?’ You asked the man whose eyes were glued onto you as you walked down the steps that led to the living room.

‘You don’t know me, love?’ The stranger cocked his head with a sneaky grin on his face.

‘No, otherwise I wouldn’t ask, dumbass.’

The man chuckled, slowly standing up and stepping forwards, ‘I’m Klaus Mikaelson, I think you might’ve heard of me.’

‘That scary old hybrid?’ You gasped, mouth wide open with a weird expression of positive surprise; but you weren't afraid.

‘In the flesh.’ He lifted his arms to his side, palms facing upwards like he stood in front of a civilisation that ought him to be a god.

‘No offence but I thought Klaus was some creepy old man…you're surprisingly hot.’ You confessed, ignoring the fact that you never spoke so directly to a stranger. ‘Well, I don’t know why you're here and I don’t think I care. I made food before I went to school so it should be done by now, do you want some?’ You walked past him, mumbling quietly, knowing he could hear you, and entered the kitchen where your tart from this morning stood.

‘How do I know that you won’t kill me?’ Klaus replied.

‘Well first, I actually don’t know how to kill you,’ you lifted your thumb and started to count the reasons. ‘I would be extremely dumb to even try and I really just want to know if my food tastes good.’

‘So not all the Salvatores are as dumb as the brothers.’ He relaxed his weight into one of the kitchen stools and eyed you up and down, scanning for something.

‘Is that a compliment or are you badmouthing me with mirroring words?’

‘I take that back.’

‘Arsehole.’ You scoffed and walked around the kitchen aisle to grab a plate from one of the cupboards.

‘So what exactly am I looking at,’ Klaus eyes the ceramic pan that you had set out on the island moments before, ‘it looks nice.’

‘It’s a strawberry tart with a layer of condensed whipped cream and a layer of red bean,’ you started to plate the first portion, ‘and before you start with ‘Red bean? oh my god that’s sooooo weird’, it’s a sweet type. Very popular in east Asia. It’s really good.’ You smiled at him and pushed a fork towards him. ‘I could never make something not tasty because I’m a good chef.’

Klaus chuckled, the corner of his mouth turning into a slight smile, yet his eyes were just as cold. Grabbing the fork you had placed before him, he took a piece with equal amounts of ingredients and placed it in his mouth.

You eyed him for a long second. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t frowning. He wasn’t doing anything. Klaus’ face was blank as the test sheet you had given Mr. Saltzman this morning in first period.

‘So?,’ your eyes still on his face, ‘is it good?’ you leaned in closer, eyes narrowing with a smile. You clicked with your tongue, index finger pointing at the so-called monster in joy, ‘Of course it is!’

Instead of answering your question, Klaus simply took another hit confirming the good taste.

‘I knew it!’ You drummed against the kitchen aisle, ‘Miss Salvatore could never fuck up a dish.’ Amused, you finally gave yourself a piece and enjoyed your tart. ‘So,’ you covered your mouth with your hand, ‘you’re a 1000 year old vampire that everyone’s scared of…why?’

‘I guess it’s because I’m an Original,’ he leaned forward, close enough to smell your scent, ‘Can I have another?’ He eyed the pan.

You nodded.

‘An original vampire,’ you nodded your head cooly. ‘That’s cool. But what brings you here? I doubt you’re vacationing in Mystic Falls. Anyone willing to do that must be boring and have no expectations,’

Klaus snickered in response, his intimidating yet charming eyes felt like they were pushing past your eyes. ‘I need something.’ He confessed.

‘What?’

‘Can’t tell you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’ll tell your brothers.’ He ate the last piece of tart on his plate and leaned against the counter.

‘They’re more like my cousins,’ you grabbed his plate and set it in the skink, starting to clear things away. ‘Million times removed.’

‘You’re human?’ His tone changed but you couldn’t quite make it out. Did you suddenly fall into his power-play-game?

You hummed in response, turning back to him and sitting down on one of the barstools.

‘Do you like it?’ He asked, some sort of genuineness coating his words.

You hesitated for a second. No one had ever asked you before if you preferred the life you were living. Not even Damon asked you and he was the first to be in favour of turning humans for fun.

‘Sometimes I guess, but the thrill of wanting to be a vampire is overbearing at times.’ You took a sip of water, ‘Stefan and Damon said they’d only ever turn me if there was no other option.’ You took a long pause. ’I feel vulnerable as a human and a spark of confidence couldn’t hurt me, right?’

Klaus turned his head forward, chuckling. ‘I think you already have that spark of confidence you’re talking about, love.’

‘Can I ask you a question? Technically it’s two but,’

‘Go ahead, darling.’

Darling—…Stop.

‘Since you’re a thousand years old,’ you turned your body to him, ‘what’s your favourite decade or era you lived in? Like the Victorian era, Tudor age, all that…what’s your most favourite?’

Klaus lingered a smile, seeming almost smitten with your curiosity and sensing a passion for the past.

‘Maybe the 1920s,’ Klaus said, your eyes instantly lighting up. ‘The music, the people, the aura…it was a great time.’

‘I’m jealous,’ your face fell to a pout, swinging the last drop of water down your throat and reaching for the jug to refill your glass. ‘I wish I experienced the twenties,’

‘I think you would’ve loved the 1920s London party scene.’

‘And do you miss it? The past, I mean. Or do you prefer the modern world? I mean certain aspects are obviously for the better but it must be lonely when everything and everyone you knew ceased to exist…I think I’d become lonely.’

‘I have my family.’

‘But humans,’ you cleared your throat, ‘Vampires,’ you corrected yourself. ‘Nonetheless need different people around them. Otherwise we’d go mad.’

‘I’m already mad.’

‘I heard.’ You let out a suppressed laugh. ‘Well anyway, there’s a 1920s decade dance next week and I don’t know if I’ll go. Apparently Mystic Falls is becoming dangerous for humans and I should only go out if completely necessary.’ Shrugging your shoulders, you got up from your chair when the front door suddenly opened and in a matter of seconds Stefan and Danon were standing in the kitchen.

Damon immediately seized your upper arm with force, pulling you closer to him. He scanned your face, then your torso, arms, legs, to see if Klaus had hurt you or compelled you but he didn’t find a single scratch.

‘What?’ Klaus finally stood up and eyes the brothers up and down. ‘You think I’d harm such excellent company?’

‘What did you do?’ Stefan chimed him defensively.

You broke from Damon’s grib and walked to the other side of the kitchen aisle so that you were now between the men. ‘He didn’t do anything. We ate cake and talked. That’s it.’

Stefan eyed you for a while, but he could tell you weren’t lying and there was no reason for you to cover for him so he accepted the scene in front of him.

‘We have what you want, Klaus,’ Damon hissed, ‘but not here. Leave her out of this.’

Klaus turned his head to look at you. ‘Fine,’ now facing back at Damon. ‘but don’t fuck me over again or I will make this living hell for you.’

Stefan pushed forward, ‘We’ll talk outside.’

Klaus followed Damon, Stefan behind him and turned around one last time leaving you a tad puzzled, ‘It was nice to meet you, love.’

‘You too.’

*1 week later*

Ding ding, Doorbell.

Ugh, you rolled off the couch and stomped towards the door.

‘Caroline I said I’m not going. I can’t be arsed and—oh my god.’ You swung the door open not to reveal the blonde girl that had been nagging at you all week.

Instead it was him. Klaus Mikaelson.

‘I— Ehm— What are you doing here?’

‘I’m here to take you to the 1920s, love.’