#interactions (elena x stefan)

[athenamikaelson]

Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe. 

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.” I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amusingly. 

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and goggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car. 

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror. 

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house. 

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathy look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s sympathetic look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion. 

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother does a look that looks like he agrees with me about him getting into trouble and nods his head in agreement. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot. 

—

My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my back up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe is Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions within my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself. 

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk.

 Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her. I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them. 

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black. 

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom?  I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!” Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?” She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat. 

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance. 

“Elena, where are we?” I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together. 

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N, I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one. It’s a thing I do whenever my anxiety gets too strong, almost as a way to ground me. 

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing sleeping beauty?” 

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me on what I can see now is a couch and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.” 

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future. 

“You’re right Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?” 

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye, Elena is shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I jump backward at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go. 

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old. 

“Just a taste, I’m starving.” My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us. 

“Don’t touch her!” Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest. 

My already shaking hand comes up to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell. 

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.” A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace. 

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?” 

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.” 

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.” The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head. 

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.” I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears that had unbeknownst to me had fallen on my cheeks, I’ve realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel. 

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming?” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head. 

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore ok?”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 120 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is. 

“What are we?” The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down. 

“We’re family. Forever.” 

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals. 

A loud knock startles all four of us as Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances. Our hands are still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide. 

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.” Elena comments. The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs 

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face. Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong. We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement has me losing my balance and falling back onto the couch. 

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible. Oh god, I'm going to throw up. 

“And who is this?” A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound. Defiantly going to throw up. 

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.” 

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man opens and closes his mouth many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.” 

These are the first words to come out of the man’s mouth. Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once. 

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time though, “What is your name, Elskan?” 

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me. 

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.” 

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural? I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment. 

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.” I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face. 

“Who did this to you?” 

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena. Which makes her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare was long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena who doesn’t look as surprised as she defiantly should given that this man just BIT HIMSELF. 

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.” 

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

  “Good girl, Elskan.” 

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing. Thing because I’m not sure what the actual hell is going on here. 

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry.” 

Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator would circle its prey. 

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.” 

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man who decapitates him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me. 

“I’m going to-” Vomit spits from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me, the burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hand and hold it away from my face. For a second I thought it was Elena before Elijah’s voice came from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.” 

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs a fancy napkin and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted just saddened. He wraps his hand in my mind and stands me up. 

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone?” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, ripping it off. 

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively. 

“What was that?” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’ To which he gets the same response. 

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moved from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but never drops his hold on me. 

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

A voice call from the top and bottom of the stairs caught all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight.” He warns her as he moves to the staircase. 

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed. 

My vision is blurred for a moment as I now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway. 

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.” 

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs. 

“Do we understand each other?” 

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. Wondering what the actual hell she was doing. But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move. 

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.” Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound a medal, and then a loud boom,  before Elijah lets out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leave. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the wall peeling wallpaper in front of me. 

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before. 

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might take offense but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong. 

“I think she’s over there.” 

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. 

“What is happening Elena?” 

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

[chronic-escapixt]

Favorite non cannon Bonnie ships ranked:

this is just my opinion so don't come for me, but I based this ranking on character interactions, certain plot elements, and overall potential

bonnie x me - because I will treat her right, she's a baddie (not even atrocious styling could deny that face card!!), and we're already married in my head so..

jk.. but actually:

klonnie - this one grew on me when I heard joseph himself shipped them. it just makes sense that he'd be drawn to bonnie considering she's not just any other person to him. her bloodline has direct ties to his family and she's gone head-to-head against him multiple times. klaus is calculated asf from the moment we meet him so he'd probably go into their relationship trying to play with her head and keep her close as a potential tool for his own agenda (in a keep ur enemies close kinda-way), but he ends up falling for her along the way. bonnie's level-headed and mature nature would balance out klaus's more irrational chaos - maybe in a similar way klaus works with cami in the originals (my fav cannon klaus ship).

2. stefonnie - this one isn't talked about enough. remember in s1 when elena set up that dinner between her, stefan, and bonnie. elena was so set on bonnie liking stefan when they first got together. the early seasons really seemed invested in laying the foundation of stefan x bonnie with how protective he is of her. it seemed like their relationship should have only grown from there & there's no reason why it was just abandoned. plus, there's so many parallels between their plotlines: in s5 they both spend the summer indisposed (stefan drowning the whole time and bonnie being dead) and no one noticing. they couldve meaningfully bonded over that shared trauma. the otherside literally exists because bonnie's ancestor was cheated on by stefan's (original face, doppleganger?) whatever silas is - with her handmaid Amara.. so many stefonnie parrallels go ignored by the writers!

3. bonkai - one of my favorites. i wish we got more of a romantic or seggual payoff from these two bc the built up was certainly there for a darker romance kinda vibe. similar to the other villainxprotagonist couples in this show but no epic romantic payoff for bonnie i guess.. the actors' chemistry with each other in these scenes carries the ship for me & in the hands of writers that gaf about these characters it couldve been epic.

4. bamon - i know this one comes from the book & it's a fan favorite, but this actually feels more out of left field than stefonnie for me. that's not to say i don't like it. the second half of the show was for bamon and the writer's knew it. that's why they had to keep reinforcing that they're 'just friends' or else their chemistry would have turned tvd into the bamon show..

5. bonnie x katherine - i love the idea of a bi bonnie (clearly). lots of fans pair her with nora but i hate everything about the heretic storyline and the characters so i prefer katherine. they didn't interact much, but hear me out, katherine has always found herself paired with a bennett witch (emily in the 1800s, bonnie's cousin) and i think they'd be cute. i love katherine the most when she's not obsessing over the salvatore brothers or jealous of elena so i think pairing her with bonnie would offer a refreshing perspective of her character.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Dating in Your 20s

kai parker x reader

summary: it's been a while since you've been on a date, but after months of swiping right, you finally think you've found the one. or, so you thought.

tags: college au (ish), online dating, the scull bar, alcohol, use of date rape drugs / roofies, protective!kai, slightly less sociopathic!kai

word count: 2.2k

a/n: so i've been overly critical of my work lately, and haven't posted a few things i've written because i haven't thought they were good enough. but then i realized that no matter how dumb or cheesy they might be, someone might still enjoy them, so i'm going to post them anyway, especially while i get back into the swing of things. so these next few posts might not be my favorites, but i hope they still make some of you smile <3

It feels like forever since you’ve last been on a date. Ever since the tumultuous relationship with your ex, you’ve been afraid to re-enter the dating pool. It isn’t easy to find people you match with; either your hobbies align, but they’re too cocky, or the conversation’s okay, but you share nothing in common. You’ve been scouring the popular apps for months after realizing you’re ready to try again, but it hasn’t been easy. 

That is, until you finally find the perfect match for you. 

Two nights ago, you started talking. He’s just your type, and a great conversationalist. There’s a picture with him and his dog in his bio - a plus, and he’s void of any pictures of him holding fish - a bigger plus. The only downside is that his name starts with, “J”, but that’s the only red flag you see. 

So, when he asks you on a date after a well-recovered cheesy pick-up line, you agree.

The Scull Bar. Seven o’clock. 

To your own surprise, you find yourself excited. 

~~~

Conversation flows in person as well as it did on the app. He has a cute smile, and gentle wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that only appear when he laughs. He’s about a year older than you, but once you hit your twenties, that doesn’t matter too much. You talk for about an hour, sharing some details about your personal lives. School life, work life, any hobbies not previously mentioned, and some about family and friends. He mentions a crazy ex-girlfriend, which is where you reply, “same, but with my ex-boyfriend.” And while that topic made you a little uneasy, you’re still enjoying yourself, so you try not to linger on it. 

As the time on your phone nears nine o’clock, you both agree to get a drink before you part ways. It is a Friday, after all, and the town is small enough that the bar is somewhat a walking distance to your dorm. Of course, you won’t tell him where you live on the first date, but you assure him you won’t be drinking and driving.

With a laugh, he nods, then you both order a round. 

“I’m going to hit the bathroom real quick,” you say, needing to pee after all the water you anxiously drank before you left your house. 

“Alright, no worries.”

On the opposite side of the bar, a curious eye watches the interaction. In fact, he’s been watching you the whole time, suspicious of your date. Kai thought it was weird for the man to sit at the bar, rather than an actual table. You seemed to shrug it off quickly, but the young witch has kept his sights on you just in case. 

For years, Kai has learned to read people through their body language. He can smell out bad intentions from a mile away, and even though he’s never seen this man in his life, he gets them from him. Kai doesn’t know you well, either, but has seen you in the background of vampire collateral. You live in Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie’s dorm building, and every time you accidentally walk into something you shouldn’t see, Stefan or Damon have to compel it from your mind. Kai admits he feels a bit bad for all the students at Whitmore who’ve had their minds wiped a thousand times because the stupid Salvatores are always running a muck around their school. 

Of course, he doesn’t usually care too much about anyone, but there’s something he likes about you. Somehow, you’ve managed to be at the scene of every crime. And while you don’t remember it, the two of you have made eye contact each time it’s happened. Then, after you’re compelled to forget, you give him the cutest quizzical look that makes his breath catch in his throat. 

Kai doesn’t know enough about you to know you’d be on a date tonight, but he’s listened and observed enough to know this is your first one with this guy. And shit, as much as he doesn’t want to care, he can’t help but feel a strange protectiveness over you. 

So, he’s been watching. And listening. And through your words and body, he’s learned a lot about you. But, he’s also learned a lot about your date. As you go to the bathroom for a moment, he learns a little bit more. 

The man occupies himself with his phone while awaiting your return. He laughs and scrolls, laughs and scrolls, then double taps to like something, and all the while, Kai cringes. Not one minute have you been gone, and he already needs his phone to entertain him. The witch rolls his eyes and sips his own drink. As he does, the bartender slides yours and his to your date, who then thanks him with a passing glance. Kai watches him put his phone down. His hand retreats to his pocket, and his eyes search for the bathroom door. His leg bounces with slight nervousness as he discreetly pulls something out and drops it in your drink. Kai pulls his mouth off his straw, suspicious. Your date brushes off his hands and picks his phone back up. His leg continues to bounce. 

In an instant, Kai slides into the seat beside him. It’s a silent and ominous trick he loves; he’d used it on Damon and Bonnie a thousand times in the prison world. 

“Hey,” he taps the man once on the shoulder. 

Your date spins around and jumps, hand to his heart. “Fuck! Dude, you scared me. What the hell?”

“What are you doing over here?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m on a date, fuck off.”

“Yeah, but you’re-”

“Hey, sorry,” you return, “there was a bit of a line.”

“That’s fine. This jackass here-”

“Who is this?” You accidentally interrupt, spotting Kai. He was strangely familiar, yet not at all recognizable, as if you’d seen him in a dream. 

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. This jackass just slid over here and prodded me. Go away, dude.”

Kai nods to you. “Can’t do that. Hey, you said you’re on a date? That’s fun. Is it your first?”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Just curious.” He jabs his thumb to his old seat. An abandoned blue cocktail sits, half drunk, on the bar. “I was just sitting over there just a minute ago and happened to see your date, out of the corner of my eye, fumbling with some pill or powder type of thing. Curious thing is that he put one in your drink, but not his own.”

“What?”

“You’re full of shit,” your date grumbles, turning red, “you’re making that up.”

“Why would I make that up? I saw something, and reported it. Isn’t that the new slogan, ‘see something, say something’?”

“Did you put something in my drink while I was gone?”

“Of course not! Why would you think that? Believe this stranger over me?! Thought this date was going well, now you’re accusing me of roofies?”

“I’m not accusing, I’m just asking! Why would he say that if he didn’t suspect-?”

“God, you are turning out to be just like my ex!”

“Hey, excuse me!? It’s just a question, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

The man sighs dramatically. His mood changes on a dime. “I’m not upset, I’m just… hurt that you’d suggest that. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you.”

You blink, confused by the sudden sulkiness. “Wha-?”

“Here’s this, alright?” Kai starts. “My sister’s a bartender here, so I know they have those little strips that you can put in drinks to test if they’ve been drugged. They’re behind the counter.” Kai reaches over the bar without asking, and pulls a box of them from god-knows-where.

“How do we know you didn’t drug it?” Your date asks Kai.

“I was over there. And why would I do that? I’m not the one on a date with the pretty girl.”

“But you sure seem to know your way around the bar.”

“Are you suggesting the bartenders spike the drinks?”

“I-”

“Right. Purple means spiked. Blue means it’s clear.” He carelessly drops a stick in and lets it float around the surface. The three of you watch curiously, but interest turns to horror as it fades into purple in a matter of seconds. “Hm.”

Suddenly, your ex fishes the paper out and flicks it onto a napkin. “This is stupid! You set me up!”

“I’m still failing to see the point where I would do that on purpose.”

“Shut the hell up, jackass. Maybe you’re just a sociopath that likes to ruin dates for fun, because you have some stupid vendetta against people that are happy.”

“Actually, I’m just looking out for her,” he looks at you, “I’ve seen my fair share of men spiking drinks around here. It’s rather pathetic, actually, that you guys are so lame that you have to hurt girls to get any attention.”

“Fuck you, man. I could have you arrested for accusing me of this bullshit.”

“On the contrary, I could have you arrested.”

He scoffs, turning to you. “You don’t believe this guy, do you?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t want to.”

“You don’t. Because it’s completely ridiculous!”

“J-”

“Oh! A ‘J’ name! That should’ve been your first red flag, princess.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Fuck you. You know, I’m out. This is bullshit. Screw you both.” With that, he grabs his jacket and leaves. 

You stare straight ahead, still processing what happened. After a moment, you slouch down in your chair and plant your face into the bar counter. “What the hell.”

“Sorry I ruined your date.”

You glance up at the stranger. “Did he really spike it? You saw it?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten involved if he didn’t. I’ve seen it too many times around here. A lot of the time, bartenders catch it, but they’re pretty busy today.”

“Well… thank you for noticing.” You shake your head. “Just when I was feeling comfortable enough to start dating again, someone has to go and be weird.”

Kai chuckles. “Let me buy you a drink for your troubles. Promise I won’t spike it.”

You hesitate, tempted, but a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under blankets for the rest of the night, but another part of you wants to repay the guy for his kindness. You eye him as the two plans battle in your mind, but ultimately, you sigh and nod an approval. He obviously feels bad for how your night ended and wants to help. The cute dimples are a plus. 

“Same drink?”

“Nah, it’s ruined for me now. Maybe that blue thing you’re drinking over there.”

“Coming right up.”

“So I never got your name…” you ask, curious. 

“Kai. You?”

“Y/N.”

“Ah, nice. Suits you.”

“Thank you. You said you have a sister who works here?”

“Yeah, the curly-haired blonde over there. To be honest, we don’t get along too well, but we have a deal. I can hang around as long as I help her and her staff stay on top of mother-disappointing college boys and their date rape drugs.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately, this bar is full of them.”

“Well on behalf of girls everywhere, thank you.”

He half smiles. “To be honest, I had a rocky start to life. Did some bad things that landed me nowhere good; that’s why my sister and I aren’t on the best of terms. But I’m trying to be better now, and this, I think, is one good step in that direction.”

“I can get down with that. Admitting your wrongs and wanting to do better. Doubt even half the guys in here would admit their missteps.”

Your drinks arrive - Kai got a second of the one he hadn’t finished - and you both take a sip before nodding. 

“Good?”

“Much needed. Thank you, again.”

“Of course. And hey, if you ever need me again, I’m usually here.”

“To be honest, I hope I don’t.” You chuckle playfully. “But, maybe I can see you anyway?” Kai’s surprised expression rattles your confidence. You stutter out the next few words, “not like, on a date or anything. Unless you’d want to. But I’m totally just cool hanging out. It’s just… it’s not everyday a cute guy saves you from a date gone-wrong. Gotta at least ask.”

The man smiles, pulling out his phone. He hands it to you to add your number. “I’d love to, whether on a date or just hanging out.”

“Really?” 

“‘Course. Next Friday?”

“Works for me.”

 “I have to warn you, though, I haven’t been on a date in a long time.”

“Oh before this, I haven’t either.”

“Good. I feel better already.”

You giggle, smacking his arm playfully.

The two of you stay there as you finish your drinks. Around eleven, you wrap up to go home. Kai offers to drive you, but you promise you have a short walk and a small knife in your back pocket, and he nods. 

“So, see you Friday?”

He winks. “It’s a date.”

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However Long It Takes - Chapter Six

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slow burn series

Charlotte just kept finding herself in situations with Klaus. Whether it be him asking her to be his date or saving her from a vampire hunter... And she can't deny that she really doesn't mind being alone with the hybrid. In fact, she found herself wanting to be more and more...

Word Count: 3495

Warnings: Brief mentions of death and violence

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Chapter Six - I Dare You

After the last two weeks, you were completely emotionally drained. Your little near death experience when Alaric almost killed Klaus was enough to keep you home for a few days. You compelled a doctor’s note for school saying that you had pneumonia, but you really just needed a few days to process. Between fearing your own demise, discovering that Rebekah killed Elena and she became a vampire, and spending a short while thinking that Klaus was dead… you were spent.

The moment at your house that the two of you shared not long before Klaus was staked by Alaric and saved by Bonnie was replaying in your mind every night. He nearly kissed you, and you wanted him to. Why was he so attractive? It wasn’t even that he was hot – although it definitely was a part of it – he was alluring. You felt drawn to him every time you were in the same room. You wanted to get to know him, to be around him, to be near him. He made it hard to think about anything else whenever he was near you. Stefan wasn’t kidding when he always said that vampirism heightens your emotions.

One of the perks of being a vampire was that you could compel bartenders into serving you. Was that really the best part of being a vampire? Of course not, but right now, you need a drink. However what you were not anticipating when you walked into the Mystic Grill and approached the stairs up to the bar area... was seeing Klaus. More specifically, Klaus and his younger brother. The one that was rumored to be erratic, ruthless, unpredictable.

You’d seen Kol from a distance one other time, at the ball, but you never had to interact with or be near him. Seeing the pair alone together made your heart drop, but you had already made eye contact before you could turn around and abandon your plans for a drink. "I remember her from Mother’s ball," you hear Kol murmur to Klaus as you continue in their direction. Why did they have to be sitting right in front of the stairs? With a sigh, you continue up the stairs and shoot a half-assed smile in Klaus's direction before walking down two bar stools from Kol and signaling the bartender. You haven’t spoken since that moment at your house before his near-death, and you had no idea what to even say. ‘Thanks for not dying? Hey, wanna talk about how you almost kissed me?’ "She looks like a tasty little thing," Kol continued, but you don't dare look in their direction.

"Say another word and I'll tear out your liver." Klaus threatens his brother under his breath. Your mind is racing in your head as you try not to hear their conversation - though your vampire hearing doesn't help at all. 

"Can I have a shot of vodka?" you ask, and the bartender looks you up and down.

"Need to see some ID." he requests. You stare into the bartender's eyes and say "No you don't." Without another word, he goes to make your drink and you have a seat on the barstool.

"Isn't she stunning?" you hear Klaus mutter to his brother. You can’t help but glance over at him, accidentally making eye contact as the two were very obviously watching you.

Placing your chin in your hand and resting on the bar, you cover your embarrassed smile with your palm and wait for your drink. "Charlotte! Join us for a drink?" Klaus finally speaks up. He is cheerful and pleasant, which is a little unsettling. You’d never know that he was staked and transferred into another body merely days ago. Kol is eyeing you like a meal, making you very uneasy. You may be a vampire, but you certainly cannot fight off an original. As much as you found yourself wanting to say yes, you were too scared to. Perhaps if Klaus had been alone you'd have found the courage to take him up on his offer, but Kol's menacing gaze made you very nervous.

"Uhh, thanks but I'm not staying," you respond, downing your shot with a grimace and placing a five on the counter. Without another word, you pass by the men and head back down the way you came, feeling both pairs of eyes on you as you walk away. You could hear someone follow you as you walked out of the Mystic Grill, and you just hoped that it wasn't Kol. "Charlotte!" Klaus calls out to you as he crosses the street. You stop with a shaky breath and turn to look at him. He stops a few paces in front of you and just looks at you for a brief moment - one that felt like an eternity. The tension could be cut with a knife and you wonder what he is thinking. "What?" You finally ask after he doesn't speak, and he lets out an airy chuckle. "Aren’t you glad to see I’m alive and well?" he smiles. How much has he had to drink? 

"I am," you respond shortly, unsure of what else to say.

"Join me for a drink,” he asks again, trying to persuade you. “What's the harm?" he presses, seeming genuinely curious. "C'mon, love. Take a chance," he says with a smirk in that thick British accent. "Talk to me." he continues, taking a hasty seat on the bench beside you and spreading his right arm across the back. You can't help but laugh at his insistence, feeling a blush forming. "Come on! Get to know me!" he smiles. He seems so genuine, you think this is the most laid back you have ever seen him. Is this a side of Klaus that you hadn't seen before? "I dare you," he challenges you, his smile twisting into an all too familiar playful smirk. Your head is telling you no but you can't help it - you want to sit here and talk to him. You do want to get to know him.

"What the hell," you mutter and have a seat beside him on the bench. There is still plenty of space between the two of you, but somehow sitting beside him felt much more intimate. He turns his body toward you and gazes at you for a long moment. It is slightly awkward, as he doesn't say anything. His smirk never falls from his lips as he shamelessly watches you. You laugh awkwardly and meet his eye. "So…what do you wanna talk about?" you ask after many long seconds of silence.

Without any hesitation, Klaus responds: "I wanna talk about you." You laugh and he looks totally serious, eyebrows raised and a more playful smile spreading across his features. He finally looks away from you for a brief moment before saying: "Your hopes. Your dreams. Everything you want in life." he states. You laugh awkwardly again but see he is fully serious. 

"Just to be clear, I'm too smart to be seduced by you," you joke, although a part of you is trying to convince yourself of that. He smirks again and shrugs.

"That's why I like you," he responds. You look into his eyes for a long moment, feeling the butterflies growing in your stomach. What is his end game?

"Have you traveled?" he asks, starting the conversation. You sigh and lean back into the bench a little.

"Not really, no. I've never been anywhere out of the state."

"Do you want to?" he presses.

You take a second to think about it before responding: "Yeah, I do. I plan to, probably after graduation. Being a vampire and all. I'm not sure where, though." He smiles and nods, seeming like he is truly interested in what you have to say. "Where's your favorite place that you have been?" you ask him. His brows raise in seeming surprise but his smile remains on his full lips and he takes a moment to think.

"Believe it or not... Probably New Orleans." he responds, studying your reaction. You would've guessed Paris or Rome... But somehow his answer actually felt more real to you.

"Why?" you ask, turning yourself to face him more, intrigued by his response. His lips curve into a grin and he lets out a long breath.

"The art. The music. The culture. It's... magnificent there." Something about the way he says it makes you believe him.

"That sounds nice. I'll have to add it to my list," you joke.

"I'll take you," he states, seemingly completely serious. You chuckle but his face remains serious. "Really. Anywhere you want." he presses, and you can't help but feel your insides melting at him. He knows how to say all the right things. You don't know what to say so instead you change the topic.

"Are you going to be at the pageant tomorrow?" you ask, assuming his answer to be a no.

"Are you?" he asks instead of answering. You meet his eye once more before shrugging and leaning your back against the bench.

"Yeah, founding family and all," you respond unenthusiastically. 

"Ah yes, Charlotte Fell,” he responds, catching you off guard. “Then I will be there," he declares, and you furrow your brows and look over at him over your shoulder. He seems serious, but you just don't understand why he is doing this.

"Oh, uh, you don't have to-" you start but he stands.

"It's settled then," he grins down at you. "I'll see you tomorrow, Charlotte." And before you could say anything else, he starts heading back toward the Grill, probably to collect his brother. You sit there for a minute, pondering what the hell just happened. The smile hasn't left your face and suddenly you realize, clearing your throat and standing, trying to play it off. Why were you suddenly so excited for this stupid ball?

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The next afternoon came quicker than you were ready for. You hadn’t put a lot of thought into your dress originally, but suddenly it was all you could think about. You spent the entire morning searching through your closet for a dress that caught your eye. It had to be respectful, not too over the top, but also beautiful. You hated how much you cared about what Klaus thought. Eventually, you threw yourself backwards onto your bed with a loud huff. Maybe you could borrow a dress? You thought about asking Caroline, but she was probably already at the pageant setting up. You could probably ask Elena, but your styles were different and both girls would probably ask too many questions. They know that you’re not interested in this kind of stuff, that you don’t freak out over what to wear. And you didn’t want to raise any more eyebrows than you already will if/when you are seen with Klaus at this dumb pageant.

As you scroll down your contacts list, a name toward the bottom catches your eye. Rebekah? Surely she has hundreds of gorgeous dresses. But she was terrifying, to say the least. Before she threw Elena and Matt off the bridge, you would’ve been more inclined to ask her. But now… She was clearly very unstable. Granted, she thought that her brother was just murdered, and you could see why she would take it out on Elena. Matt certainly didn’t deserve it, but humans always wound up being collateral damage.

Would she even let you borrow one, anyway? She has always been more friendly to you than to any of your friends. You’d had some brief conversations and she knew that you had no interest in killing her or her family, unlike your friends. Would it be weird?

Without giving yourself any more time to ponder, you hit the call button and wait anxiously as the phone rings. Half of you hoped she didn’t answer, as you were not entirely sure what she may say. She wasn’t a very predictable person, at least to you. You never knew how any of the Mikaelson’s would act, to be honest. Except, maybe, Elijah. Eventually, the phone picked up.

“Charlotte, this is a surprise,” a thick British voice speaks on the other line.

“Hey, Rebekah. Sorry to bother you, I hope you’re not busy.”

“Just getting ready for this little pageant. What can I do for ya?” she asks. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sat up in your bed.

“I know this is last minute and probably a stupid question but… Would you happen to have a dress I could borrow for today?” you spit out, dreading her response. She is silent for two or three seconds and you fear the worst, but then she replies.

“Of course, I have loads. Come by my place, I’ll let you have a look.” You are shocked by her response but don’t dare pass up the opportunity to look through Rebekah Mikaelson’s wardrobe.

“Oh thank you so much! Can I come by right now?”

“Perfect, I’ll see you shortly.”

You hurriedly get dressed into some shorts and a blouse and head over to Rebekah’s house. After your conversation at their family’s ball, you found that you had a lot in common with the female Mikaelson. She was someone you could see yourself being friends with, if you could just earn her trust.

You have seen the house in town once or twice, but you’d never been inside. And like you expected, it was immaculate. You knew that she no longer lived with her brothers after they had been having some issues (including Klaus daggering her for a short while not too long ago), but you still worried about possibly running into the Mikaelson brothers. You knocked on the tall white door and heard “come in!” from somewhere inside, so you opened it and hesitantly placed your foot over the barrier. You weren’t really all that surprised that you were able to come in, and so you did. You found Rebekah in the large living room, dresses splayed everywhere. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.” you remark as you walk over toward her. She grins and shrugs nonchalantly.

“This isn’t even half of it. These here are the ones I’m thinking about wearing tonight,” she explains, and you raise your eyebrows, impressed.

“They’re all gorgeous,” you reply, and she touches the lace on one of them.

“Which do you think would look better for me?” She holds up a yellow one first, then a red one. You aren’t too great at this sort of thing, but you want to help - and more importantly, get on her good side.

“I think it depends what you’re going for. The red is sexier, especially with your blonde hair. The yellow is really pretty, but safer.” She seems to take what you said to heart and holds the red one up to herself in front of a large standing mirror.

“I’m not in the pageant but I still want to look hot.” she comments with her back to you. Your eyes scan the dresses splayed on the furniture, thinking about what may look best for her.

“What about this one?” you hold up a mid-length dark emerald green strapless dress. Rebekah turns and smiles, seeming to appreciate your input. You knew that she didn’t have any friends here in Mystic Falls - half by her own doing and half by her reputation. Being her friend would be nice, in comparison to your current friends.

“I like it.” She takes the dress and walks behind an elegant dressing divider to change. You take in your surroundings as you wait for her, admiring the beauty of the house.

“So I thought that you weren’t really into this sort of thing?” she asks from behind the divider. “That’s what you said at my family’s ball.” Part of you is surprised that she remembered.

“I’m really not,” you start, anxious about telling her the real reason why. “If I’m being completely honest… Your brother sort of… made himself my date.” You chuckle nervously, unsure of how else to put it. He didn’t ask, he just told you.

Rebekah comes out from behind the divider in the emerald dress and studies you for a moment. “Really?” she starts. “Klaus, I presume?” she clarifies, and you nod nervously. “Huh, he must really fancy you. I don’t see why he’d want to come to this, unless your little friends are up to no good again.” Your heart drops slightly and you worry that she is lumping you together with their meddling.

“They’re not really my friends,” you start. “I mean, I guess they kind of are, but more because we’re all vampires, not because I like them.” You clarify. She looks up from where she is hanging her dresses on a clothes rack and shrugs.

“They suck,” she comments, and you can’t help the snort that escapes.

“Yeah, they do,” you agree. She smiles at you and crosses her arms.

“Well, let’s get you a dress Nik will like.” Your eyes go wide but you follow her as she guides you up the stairs.

The two of you spend the next hour looking through dresses and getting ready. She helps you with your makeup, as you mentioned how you couldn’t really do much except basic day-to-day looks. She did a soft eyeshadow look to match with the burgundy halter top dress that you picked. She said that Klaus would like it, and it was your favorite color. “So this is all to impress my brother?” Rebekah asks as she blends your eyeshadow. You can’t see her expression with your eyes closed, but she doesn’t seem hostile.

“Uhhh-” you start, unsure how to respond.

“I’m surprised that you’re interested, given how he’s been with Elena and the Salvatore brothers.” she continues.

“I’m not gonna say what he’s done to Elena was right, but then again… They’ve taken things too far with you all. I think everyone’s at fault, to some degree.” you shrug.

“I agree. Nik has always been over the top, doesn’t care who he hurts. But the doppelganger got to live and he got his way, they should just let it go already.” she steps back from you and grins. “There. Have a look.” She hands you a small mirror and you can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.

“Wow. This looks amazing. Thank you.” you take in your look.

“So you are interested? In my brother?” She revisits her previous comment.

You lower the mirror and drop your gaze in embarrassment. 

“I don’t know how I feel. He makes me… Nervous. He’s constantly flirting with me, I know that. I’m not sure what he wants from me. But… I mean, he’s ridiculously handsome, and charming…” you trail off, going back and forth between how you feel. It’s clear that you feel some sort of way for him, but you just don’t want to admit it.

“Oh you got it bad,” Rebekah giggles, rolling her eyes playfully.

“What?” you blush.

“Look. Let me offer you some advice, girl to girl.” She takes a seat on her large bed beside you. You turn your body toward her and listen intently. “Nik is… Not like anyone you’ve ever met. He has a temper and he always gets his way. But… I’ve only seen him be kind to you. And given the people you hang around - regardless of whether you consider them friends - it’s very telling that he is kind to you. So yeah, I would say he does fancy you.” Your heart skips a beat at her thoughts. “That doesn’t make you invincible, though. If you were scheming with them or plotting against him in any sort of way… He’s got no problem hurting his siblings, so don’t question what he would do to any of you.” You nod with a thick gulp, understanding her warning.

“Thank you, Rebekah.”

“Okay but tell me the truth. If Nik were really all that interested in you… What would you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, are you serious about him? What about your friends? Elena? Surely you don’t think you could go out with my brother and hang around them. Especially after I just turned her into a vampire," she stands and grabs a glass of champagne from her bedside, showing no remorse for what she did. Could you really blame her?

“I don’t care what they think. They’re gonna have plenty to say after seeing me with him today,” you grimace at all the things Caroline will say to you. “Last night, he told me to get to know him,” you start, and Rebekah listens intently. “So…I guess that’s what I intend to do. I don’t see the harm in getting to know him…” You trail off, trying to hide the embarrassed blush creeping across your cheeks.

“You really do fancy him!” she exclaims, and you laugh. “Now, enough chit chat. We have a pageant to get to,” Rebekah grins.

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Never To Plan *Part 2*

Niklaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader Malachai Parker X Male!Friend!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1620

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello I hope your doing well can you do a part two to Never to Plan where Katherine comes to New Orleans and finds Hayley and Elijah and tells them that her and Klaus son has turned off his emotions and they need to help him so they go to Klaus and they work with Freya and Vincent and Kol and Finn to get Dahila out of Y/N life and to get his Emotions back on but they get rid of Dahila but it doesn't work and then Stefan comes to town and tells them that Damon is with Elena but then Kai comes to town and helps fix Y/N and they go to England 🇬🇧 for a while

*Part 1*

Katherine had caught the tail end of your interaction with Damon and Elena, she’d seen the look in your eye and while she had every intention of making them pay for what they had done to you, saving you was first priority. The only way that she could do that was to get the help of your father and his family, they were the only ones strong enough to get rid of Dahlia and free you from her control. Katherine made a quick decision and headed to New Orleans, she found Elijah first, he seemed like the one most likely to give her the time to explain everything.

“Katerina what are you doing in New Orleans, you know if Niklaus finds you here he will not hesitate to kill you.” Elijah reminded her. “Yes I’m aware but I thought you would want to know that (Y/N) is in trouble.” Kathrine answered. “A woman seems to be controlling his every move, after finding out about Damon and Elena he turned off his emotions, he’s in a bad place with a bad person we all know how dangerous that can be.” “Who was he with?” Elijah asked. “No one that I know, an older lady with dark hair, she was a witch.” Katherine listed. “Dahlia.” Elijah muttered “we knew that she had backed off but we should have known that it had something to do with (Y/N)’s disappearance.” Elijah said as he looked at Hayley. “The reason that she’s stopped going after Hope is because he took her place instead.” “We’re just supposed to trust her, what if it’s a trap?” Hayley asked. “Even if it were a trap, Dahlia wouldn’t know to use Katherine unless she had been in contact with (Y/N) in some way, so we have to assume that part if not the whole story is true and there is one person that can confirm part of it for us.” Elijah explained. “Though we will need Klaus for that.”

After explaining everything to Klaus, Elijah convinced him to call Caroline “Caroline, love I need to ask you something.” Klaus said. “What do you want Klaus?” She asked. “Elena and Damon are they together now?” Klaus asked. “What does it matter to you?” Caroline asked. “Answer the question love, lives are on the line.” Klaus prompted her as his free hand curled into a fist. “Yes they’ve been together for a little while.” Caroline answered. “He didn’t even bother to break up with my son. I take it?” Klaus asked. “I don’t know.” Caroline seemed to be thinking about something “but I’m sure that he was here in town a few days ago, so surely he knows by now.” “He does… And he’s probably become one of the most dangerous beings because of that information, thank you love, we’ll take it from here.” Klaus said before hanging up the phone. “She’s telling the truth, lucky for you we were devising a plan to get rid of Dahlia long before you showed up here, getting my son back is now the main priority.”

You honestly hadn’t expected that your family would be able to get rid of Dahlia but with the help of you grandmother they managed, however being back with your family didn’t make you feel any better, you didn’t feel any closer to wanting to turn on your emotions, even with all of them around you. Your mind travelled back to Elena and Damon and how you have given up everything to be with him and he so easily chose someone else. You should have known that it was going to happen but it still hurt.

Klaus had noticed that you weren’t changing, not that you were hurting any of them, you were careful with your little sister and stayed clear of the rest of the family barely interacting with any of them. He was sure that if he put you back in Mystic Falls the blood lust would spark, considering you seemed to travel out of New Orleans almost every night to hunt down someone to claim as a meal, Klaus was running out of ideas to help you and he voiced that to his siblings. “Well there’s one other person that might be able to help but I don’t know how we would find him.” Katherine said. “What?” Klaus asked. “Malachai Parker, he was friends with him before his family sealed him away, in fact that was what (Y/N) had originally gone to Mystic Falls to look into.” Katherine answered. “And?” Klaus asked. “Well as far as I know he’s still imprisoned somewhere but I don’t know where.” Katherine answered. “I guess you could start with the Parker Coven, they were the ones that sealed him, if I remember right there was a doctor in Mystic Falls that might know something her name’s Jo.” “That’s as good a start as any, shall we go brother?” Elijah asked “I’m sure our dear sister can hold the fort for you while we’re gone.” “As long as she does invite in every pretty face the propositions her.” Klaus smirked. “Now now, brother, no need to be cruel.” Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest “I’ll keep the place safe while you are gone.”

When Klaus and Elijah arrived in Mystic Falls it was evening, the town seemed somehow quiet and excited all at the same time, it wasn’t hard for them to follow the smell of blood to the venue of a wedding, when they walked in Klaus was quick to stop Damon from beheading the man in the middle of the carnage, covered in blood. “Damon, how nice to see you.” Klaus smirked as he pushed him away from Kai. “What are you doing?” Damon asked. “We’ll be taking him.” Klaus said. “What do you want with him?” Damon asked. “He’s going to help fix someone that you broke.” Klaus answered as he turned to see Elijah snapping Kai’s neck and lifting him over his shoulder. “Time to go brother.” Elijah announced.

They were driving back when Kai woke “who the hell are you?” Kai asked. “We are the original vampire family.” Klaus answered. “So you know (Y/N)?” Kai asked “he mentioned something about being a part of that family.” “Yes, in fact (Y/N) is the one that needs your help, he’s gotten into some trouble and you are the only person left that has any chance of helping him.” Elijah explained. “(Y/N) fell in love with Damon and as you can see he moved on quickly.” “So quickly that he didn’t even end it.” Klaus muttered. “Well then the sleeping curse was well deserved.” Kai muttered. “So what happened with (Y/N)?” “He turned off his emotions, at the time he had just sacrificed his freedom to save his little sister so he thought that there was nothing else left, since he had failed to find you as well.” Elijah explained. “Ever the selfless creature, he slaughtered half of what was left of my coven after they sealed me, apparently threatening to take something that my sister actually needed to live.” Kai smirked as he leaned back in his seat. “Best friend I’ve ever had, I’ll bring him back the same way that he had for me so many times before.”

When they finally got back it was one of the rare occasions where you were out of your room, wandering around in the quiet halls, your eyes fell on Kai first filtering out everything else. “Mal?” You asked. “You know I still hate that name Fangs.” He muttered. “I still hate that one.” You argued. “From what I hear there is not a lot that you don’t hate these days.” He smirked as he stepped forward. “How did you get out?” You asked. “Stabbed a witch, performed a ceremony.” He answered with a shrug. “I tried to get you out.” You almost seemed like you were panicking now, good you were starting to feel something. “I know you did, my father told me about the massacre after I was sealed and how you tried to find a way to get me out, he spent more time hiding from you than anyone else.” Kai explained and you nodded. “Well it’s okay because we’re both here now and I’d really like my partner in crime back especially since they’re all going to be after me for linking Bonnie and Elena’s lives together.” He answered with a smirk. “What did you do?” You asked. “Elena will sleep for as long as Bonnie’s alive.” Kai answered. “I also promised to find a way to never leave you alone, you remember that?” You nodded “well now I’m just like you, well apart from the wolfy part.” “You're a vampire?” You asked. “Kind of, you know I was a siphoner before?” He asked, you nodded. “That means that I feed off the magic you get from being a vampire, so I can use magic like any other witch and I have the benefits of a vampire.” Before anyone could do anything you hand your arms wrapped around Kai as you pull him into a tight hug. “I can always count on you.” You said softly. “Now more than ever.” He promised. “I missed you.” You whispered softly. “I think I missed you too.” He confessed as the rest of your family breathed a sigh of relief, you were finally back to normal.

The next day you decided that you needed a break from everything that was going on, you and Kai hopped on the first flight to England, where you had been staying before with a promise to come and see your family again soon.

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I wasn’t sure how long I stood there with his arms around me, holding me until I stopped shaking. My head didn't stop spinning though, it still felt like I was going to pass out any second.  

Klaus took my hand, his fingers tight around mine, as he directed me towards the house. I was glad that he did. I wasn’t sure if I could walk on my own accord anymore. My limbs felt so heavy, it didn't help that my soul felt like it weighed a ton.  

We stepped into the house. One minute we were at the front door. I blinked and suddenly we were in a different hallway entirely, the next second, I was perched on the bathroom sink. 

I had no recollection of how I ended up there.  

The tiles against me glowed cold and empty making me wrap around myself into a safe bubble of the warmth I missed so much. 

“What are you doing?” I said when the hybrid left my side, only to come back with a white towel.

“Klaus?” He hummed in response. He lifted the towel, and before I knew it, I caught it in a tight grip. 

“What. Are. You. Doing?” I said. My tone clipped. 

His eyes caught mine as his other hand gently rose to coax the towel out of my grip. “I’m only assisting you.” He said with a solemn face. 

I'm not sure how it could've gone down if our roles were reversed. He acted like cleaning vampire blood off of my face was the most natural thing to do.  

I flinched and his hand stilled instantly.

“I'm perfectly capable of cleaning myself up,” and I was. I had done it from an early age.

“I am aware.”

His motions started again, just as my hands started to tremble.

“You are cold, but do not fret, we'll get you a blanket as soon as you're clean.” 

 It was strange how he still surprised me. 

This man, this Vampire had been kind to me. More than kind. 

We still hadn’t spoken about what happened. He hadn’t scolded me, nor had he asked me any questions, and I was grateful. 

When the blood was all cleaned, Klaus threw the bloody towel into a trashcan. 

I curled my fingers together, keeping my eyes down.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Klaus asked, his hands covering mine.  

“Why are you always so warm?” I asked instead. Klaus let out a small laugh.  

“Maybe you are just cold, because you walked all the way here without a jacket or shoes.” 

“No,” I shook my head, “My body temperature is normal, you’re the one who’s hot.”  

As I said that, I let myself fall forward, and my head gently pressed against his warm chest. 

His hands gently squeezed my sides. 

“I’m hot then, am I?” He said, his voice filled with amusement. 

“What?” I suddenly jumped. My head hitting his chin. He didn’t seem affected though. 

“I am so sorry.” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“Sort of.” My confused stare made him chuckle. “You didn’t answer my question.”

I gulped, there was only one question he could be referring to. I sighed, placing my head on his chest again. 

Klaus’s hand traveled up my back gently making circles on my shoulders. It seemed that he just knew what buttons to press.

“You haven’t done anything wrong sweetheart, Damon deserved what came to him.” 

I nodded in agreement, sniffing my tears back.  

“He just takes advantage of everyone who is around him. He hits on Elena even if she doesn’t like it, and let's not mention the fact that Stefan is dating Elena, and…and Stefan is his brother!” The last words were more yelling than talking but I didn’t care.  

“It’s okay love.” Klaus whispered, his thumb tracing down my cheek and catching a tear.  

Ok? Ok? Nothing was ok. Ever since my parents' accident nothing had been ok, and I just wanted to forget everything that had ever happened to me after that.

I pulled away from Klaus’s embrace Slowly, remaining in eye contact.  “Niklaus...,” My voice was barely audible, but he gave a slight hum as a response. His full name suited him better, It made him more… human.  

“Yes, love?” Klaus said, tightening his hold on me.  

“I… I have a favor to ask... I need to forget this mess. I want to forget all of this. I-” 

It took a moment for him to show any sign of hearing me. And another second that he realized what I was meaning. Klaus pulled himself further away from me, worrying, setting in his mind.  

“I cannot do that.”

“I’m not on vervain. You could just let me forget this day.” 

Or more than this day. 

“No.”  

“Why not?” I could hear the desperation in my own voice. 

“Because-”  

It wasn’t red that I saw. It was something between hate and cowardness. It was him being the most powerful supernatural creature I knew, but still he didn’t want to let me be happy for a goddamn moment.  

“What is so important that you can’t give me a break!?” I yelled, louder than I intended. I tried to hit his shoulder only for him to catch it before it ever made contact. I opened my mouth ready to yell some more.  

“Because if you forget the bad parts, you’ll also forget the good parts, and– and I’d like to believe that our time together counted as one of the good parts.”  

“I– what?” 

“I cannot lose you, and have you still here. I cannot see you going back to your life with people who do not appreciate you as much as they should.” 

I turned my gaze away from him. 

I pressed my head against his shoulder again, letting out a painful breath.  

We stayed like that for what felt like half of eternity. Me holding him and him holding me. It turns out centuries old hybrids are amenable to hugs.   

“Let’s get you to bed, love. You need to rest.”  

I hummed in agreement and before I could push myself off the sink, Klaus simply picked me up forcing my legs to wrap around him. I felt like a baby– not that I didn’t look like one already–.  

I didn’t say anything as Klaus carried me. I was gently lowered onto a bed. The comfort of the bed made my tensed muscles relax slightly. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. If my body could rest, so should my mind.   

Klaus’s gaze was burning into my skin and I cracked my left eye open. The hybrid standing at the foot of the bed. I managed a smile. He smiled back.   

“Do you need anything? When was the last time you ate?” The comforting smile made me feel at ease but in his words I heard the worry that he did not wish to show me. But it was okay... After all, everything was okay, right?  

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself, you know.” 

He raised an eyebrow.

“What I have seen of you in the past 24 hours, is that you are either stupidly brave or unbelievably suicidal. So no, I do not believe you can take care of yourself at the moment.”

I pushed myself to sit and my smile widened. “Oh but I can take care of myself, Niklaus.”  

“Well love, you certainly took care of something today.”  

“Is it insane that I would have liked to see Damon’s reaction after he realized what happened?” I asked no worry of my actions in sight. 

“Is it insane that I wish that knife would have killed him?”  

“Is it insane that for a moment I liked it?”  

All of the happiness was gone, happiness that had been there for a fleeting moment.  

And Klaus saw that too. He sat on the bed, between my legs but far enough so I could move away if I wished for it.  

I didn’t do that. 

When he realized that I wasn’t going to push away Klaus took a hold of my chin and lifted my head so I was forced to look at him. 

“No, you wanting revenge and liking it is not insane. It's humane. Trust me, Damon deserves all the ways you would like to get your revenge.”  

I smiled, without realizing it. 

Maybe it was the small validation I got from him that my feelings were justified. The validation that I deserved to be angry at my life. For a long time, I felt like I wasn’t just a kid having a temper tantrum; that my feelings were okay.  

In a moment of happiness and a need to thank Klaus for his words, I pushed myself up so I could place my lips against his.  

I knew my actions today had been less than ideal, but a part of me, a really small part, loved the freedom and the impulsiveness of me. For a second, I didn’t plan all of the actions that I did.  

But the hybrid’s lips against mine weren’t enough, I needed more, more of the freedom and more of him as a continuation. I pressed my palms on his shoulders and slowly tipped him over, so the big bad hybrid was practically laying under me. 

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I am totally okay with darker themes and angst, but with smut I'd rather fade to black and imply it since I have some trauma so I'd rather just not. That, however, doesn't mean I can't be a bit steamy. I do love some good tension between characters😉 I am open and mindful of your triggers, too. I very much welcome pre-rp chats where we can establish boundries😌✨

Ideally our ocs could interact. They obviously don't need to be best friends but it's definitely more fun that way imo! I'd also prefer if we chat, plot, and make up hcs oorp to add more lore and love to the rp.

All LGBTQIA+ welcome! I'm better at FxM and FxF but I'm absolutely willing to play MxM. I know very little about poly but if you're willing to help me out I can absolutely be open to it🫶 Love triangles welcome (and love squares; 👀 @ Miraculous Fandom)

I am looking to be semi-active, replying to the main rp about twice a week or so and our oorp chat at least daily. I write somewhere around 500 words per reply (trying to match your vibes, mainly🥰), but I am willing to committ to other limits (though a higher word count obviously might affect the amount of replies per week) so it's not a dealbreaker if you have other preferences🩷 I am ESL btw.

I am open to rp-ing on other platforms such as discord.

Bold is who I'd rather play📝 (I can be flexible tho!) Italics is preferred ship!🥰

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Don’t ruin the special day. You kept repeating in your mind. Over and over until it was all that you could focus on. At least almost all you could focus on.

You had tried to explain to your friend that you liked Tyler. That You and Tyler had been friends for years and you weren’t sure if you were ready to change the relationship. Confessing how you felt might mean losing him. The next thing you knew she was dating him. You told Caroline and Elena when they noticed that you were acting strange. Eventually Bonnie found out, who told Damon and then everyone knew. Sides were taken and lines were drawn out like some sort of battle. You’d all been invited over for dinner. A barbecue at your friend's house seeing as the weather had gotten warmer in the last few weeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t cope. Every time Tyler looked at you your pulse raised, and your heart fluttered. Every laugh and joke felt different than it had all those years growing up together. Every time the two of you interacted your friend was quick to push herself between the two of you. Caroline had to be taken aside by Stefan when she saw you and Tyler sitting together talking and your friend promptly dumped herself in his lap.

“She knew. She knew how (Y/N) felt!” Caroline hissed and Stefan tried his best to soothe her temper and calm her down. Tyler saw the commotion of you all flocking to Caroline. Matt stayed by the barbecue and tried his best to look as if he had no clue what was going on as Jeremy hurried over to talk to Tyler about something else.

“What… what’s going on with you guys?” Tyler asked nervously.

“It’s nothing.” Your friend said quickly.

“Nothing! Nothing. Oh, you better let me go right now!” Caroline snapped. Bonnie waved her hand through the air as if there was a bug flying around her while Damon pretended to be fighting off the bug too and Caroline became rooted to the spot. A split second of silence passed over the group. Then everyone started arguing. It was as if the pressure couldn’t hold anymore and everything erupted. You sighed and tried to leave before you had to talk to Tyler but he followed you. Your friend pulled on his arm but he caught up with you on his porch. Elena and Bonnie hurried after you both.

“What is your problem? Why would you ruin our lovely day like this?” your friend seethed out furiously. Bonnie put a hand out to stop Elena who looked ready to slap your friend and sighed as your face scrunched up with anger as you held in tears. 

“Because I'm in love with Tyler. I love him. That's right. I love him. I love you, Tyler.” You shouted. Tyler stared at you as if he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. “I told you! I can’t believe that you would… would…” You trailed off and gestured to them both.

“So you can like him and I can’t?” She snapped and crossed her arms.

“Funny how you only liked him after (Y/N) confided in you. Some friend.” Bonnie snapped and Elena looked as if she were trying not to laugh.

“So what? I stole him from you?” She asked in a tone of voice as if she thought you were being childish.

“I told you I was in love with Tyler. That I couldn’t live without him and I was scared telling him would change everything. I just… I can’t be around this.” You said quietly and started to leave. Bonnie headed inside while Elena hurried after you and everyone followed you out. They took you home and tried their best to cheer you up. Eventually only Caroline, Bonnie and Elena stayed while everyone else went home. 

“I can’t believe you almost murdered someone for me.” You said tearfully. Your head was on Elena’s shoulder while Bonnie hugged you from behind and Caroline lay across your legs on your bed with an old moving playing on the tv in the corner of your room.

“I wouldn’t call it murder.” Caroline muttered. You all giggled and she shrugged. “We are so not friends with her anymore.” 

“Yeah, no way. I’m sorry she did that.” Elena said quietly.

“I feel like she should have said something to you if she also liked him. You know.” Bonnie added and they all agreed. 

“You know he’s been outside this whole time right?” Caroline said suddenly when you all fell quiet again. You all got up and peeked through your curtains at the road. You could see Stefan leaning into the window of Tyler’s truck talking to him.

“Do you think he’ll come to the house?” You asked.

“Want us to send him away if he does?” Elena asked. You shrugged and sighed.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should talk about everything.” You said quietly and they hummed and muttered that they understood.

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✨Hello!✨ I'm almost 25 (she/her) looking for a 19+ rp partner. If we rp with ocs I double up exclusively. If we rp canon character ships I am okay with not doubling up but I'm willing to do so if it's a preference of yours.

I am totally okay with darker themes and angst, but with smut I'd rather fade to black and imply it since I have some trauma so I'd rather just not. That, however, doesn't mean I can't be a bit steamy. I do love some good tension between characters😉 I am open and mindful of your triggers, too. I very much welcome pre-rp chats where we can establish boundries😌✨

Ideally our ocs could interact. They obviously don't need to be best friends but it's definitely more fun that way imo! I'd also prefer if we chat, plot, and make up hcs oorp to add more lore and love to the rp.

All LGBTQIA+ welcome! I'm better at FxM and FxF but I'm absolutely willing to play MxM. I know very little about poly but if you're willing to help me out I can absolutely be open to it🫶 Love triangles welcome (and love squares; 👀 @ Miraculous Fandom)

I am looking to be semi-active, replying to the main rp about twice a week or so and our oorp chat at least daily. I write somewhere around 500 words per reply (trying to match your vibes, mainly🥰), but I am willing to committ to other limits (though a higher word count obviously might affect the amount of replies per week) so it's not a dealbreaker if you have other preferences🩷 I am ESL btw.

I am open to rp-ing on other platforms such as discord.

Bold is who I'd rather play📝 (I can be flexible tho!) Italics is preferred ship!🥰

Fandoms

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x OC

Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Robin Buckley x Vickie

Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

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Kai Parker x OC

Klaus Mikaelson x OC

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Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

Kol Mikaelson x Bonnie Bennett

Stefan Salvatore x Rebekah Mikaelson

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OC x OC

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4 and 17 here!

7- DNIs in rules: Honestly they don't bother me. I have thought about a DNI in mine once or twice. People hurt people, and it's ok to want to keep them far the fuck away from you. It's ok to tell people about your experience. They're adults they can make their own choices I do not think someone is automatically toxic bc they put someone in their DNI. I don't think it's toxic to tell people when someone has hurt you. Harassment is toxic, anon hate is toxic, DNI's are not toxic. You should be allowed to keep people off your dash and not want to associate with people who associate with them. Like I said the person reading your rules has every opportunity to decide for themselves which way they want to go on that all you did was put up a rule.

18- Shipping: I prefer ships that are deep. Ships with a story. Ships with chemistry. Ships that arent perfect, ships that developed out of nowhere. I never go into ANY interaction expecting a ship with one of my characters unless it's canon and even then it varies how close x character is to the other depending on how the other person plays them. Katherine has her favourite Stefans and then the Stefans she doesnt like quite as much. Same for Elena. Katherine in general is hard to ship lmfao but Elena isn't so I have an easy shipping muse, and a hard mode shipping muse. What I DONT LIKE is people throwing ships together bc the fc's are hot. I mean do what you want to do its your blog but yes I do judge people for that.

20- Violent threads: I love them. I mean Katherine isn't OVERLY violent at all times but she can and she will fucking HURT YOU and I don't get to explore her doing that enough bc most muses arent that fucking stupid.... tho I did have a thread once with @humanchewtoy where Katherine beat the shit out of Stiles and killed him and to this day that is one of my faves. <3

30- my choice, Im gonna go with 29 blocking: I'm gonna get a lot of flack for this too but I don't fucking care.

I fully support curating your space. What I have an issue with, honestly is when you've established an ooc repour with someone, you even are kinda close with them and have a good time- and then just suddenly block them with no explanation. It's fine for randos whatever.... but I think it's incredibly rude and crass to just block someone you actually got to know ooc. That was your friend even if it was a loose term. If they want to know why you blocked them they have a right to know why they suddenly don't have a friend and it is not TOXIC to want to know why someone you really liked suddenly DROPPED YOU.

Now harassing that person to find out IS toxic, but I still maintain it's valid to want to know why someone dropped you suddenly. You don't owe randos anything, no- you do owe your friends the very bare minimum of an explanation even if you block them right after. It's such a dick move to just drop someone you had a friendship with without the curtesy of saying "Hey I'm cutting our friendship bc of X y and z" because people can't fix behaviors they don't fucking know about. It HURTS to be friends with someone and then wake up or sign on wanting to tell them something and suddenly youre blocked and you dont know why. It's anxiety inducing. It does NOTHING for people with abandonment issues.

So don't be a douche. Don't be a coward. If you want to block someone thats fine. You don't owe a rando anything. But you do owe your (ex)friend the minimum decency of an explanation so they dont spend the next week and a half stressing over what they could have possibly done.

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

Send me an emoji!

💌: I’d love to send you more messages and asks but you make me nervous!

😊: You’re sweet. You’ve made me smile before.

🙏: I’m a little afraid that you’ll unfollow me.

🔪: I’d hate to get on your bad side.

😶: I’m honored that you’re even following me tbH.

👾: Your theme is awesome!

🌄: GO TO BED.

💉: Talking to you or seeing you on my dash makes me feel better.

😐: I don’t understand half the things you reblog but I support you anyway.

🌑: You come off as cold, impersonal.

👒: You come off as very friendly!

🌃: I’d like to spend more time talking to you.

🎭: You sure do get into a lot of drama…

😄: I can always count on you to like/reply to my personal posts.

🍥: Your aesthetic is very streamlined. It’s clear you’re picky about the stuff you reblog.

🍬: You’re sweet, but I feel like I know very little about you as a person.

🐟: Your blog isn’t quite my “type.”

😅: I often worry about upsetting you or scaring you off.

😇: Every single interaction we’ve had so far has been positive.

🐱: You’re cute‼︎

🌱: I’d love to get to know you better.

☔️: You seem unhappy.

😃: I love seeing you in my notifications!

🐸: You act goofy.

💻: Are you ever not online?

❄️: Your BYF struck me as kind of harsh, but I followed you anyway.

😆: You’ve made me laugh out loud before.

💔: You’ve disappointed me before.

📺: We have similar interests!

🔈: We have similar tastes in music.

🌊: You have a lot of personality.

😀: I would consider us friends.

🎀: We have similar aesthetics!

🍳: This is an egg in a frying pan!

🎉: I get really happy when I see positive personal posts from you, even when I don’t fully understand the context!

😈: I know your secret~

🌴: I’m jealous of you.

✨: Could you, like, chill a little bit maybe? Like in general? Please?

🎶: I associate you with a specific song or musician.

👟: I feel as though you’re out of my league.

🐚: I find your blog very calming.

👀: I’ve vagued about you before.

🍰: I might recognize you if I ran into you on the street.

😂: I’m comfortable around you.

🌈: Sometimes I see your selfies and think to myself: “I’m gay.”

🌹: I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you.

😓: I’ve talked to you before and it made me a little nervous!

👑: You’re vain.

📝: I know a lot about you just from following you on Tumblr.

🌙: You’re beautiful.

🍓: You remind me of someone…

😒: I honestly don’t know why I’m even still following you at this point.

😳: I’ve learned things about you that have surprised me a lot!

🐭: Please be kinder to yourself.

😑: -__-

👔: I think you’re someone who takes themself very seriously.

🍉: I wish we lived closer to each other.

🍭: You confuse me.

😮: I wish I could give you some advice.

💐: I have a crush on you.

😁: You’re a little awkward, but I find it endearing.

💕: I love you‼︎

👍: I like you. Just, in general. I think you’re a genuinely good person.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

I think the prevalence of the opposites attract trope in the romance genre has led people to believe this dynamic is a necessary part of romance and not just one potential dynamic. 

Like don’t get me wrong, there’s something very satisfying about watching two very different people come together and love all the different things about each other. Poppy and her wanderlust and exuberance with Alex and his khaki shorts and homebody-ness. January with her romance novels and Gus with his pessimistic literary novels. Even Rapunzel the ray of sunshine with the jaded thief Eugene. It’s a tried and true formula and it works. Grumpy x sunshine is often an offset of this dynamic and it’s well loved for a reason.  

But characters who are similar...also work? Like let’s not forget that having interests and goals in common with your significant other is a good thing. If Book Lovers taught me anything (stars i love that book), it’s that characters who are the “same” in a lot of ways can be the ones who understand each other on a deeper level. In Book Lovers, Nora is a cold-hearted shark to everyone who knows her, but since Charlie is similarly ambitious and dedicated to his job, he’s able to see past that and understand Nora for who she is. Not only that, he respects her drive and dedication, something everyone else overlooked. He helps Nora to see the good in herself that everyone else missed, and she does the same for him. 

The reason I’m talking about this is because I’ve seen posts recently saying things like “Avery and Jameson are the same person so they don’t work as a couple.” Or there are people who don’t understand or appreciate the Portwell dynamic. Which, it’s fine if this isn’t your preferred dynamic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a possible romance, or that it’s not good. 

Avery and Jameson aren’t the exact same person, but they understand each other, which allows them to be in sync and know what the other is thinking without them needing to speak. They know when the other needs them to step back, or distract them, or to pursue a clue or a thrilling experience. They find the same things in life exciting, and they operate on the same wavelength, so to speak. Yes, this would make for a great friendship, but it also makes for a great romantic relationship, because you know each other and can appreciate the same things and enjoy things together. 

Stefan and Elena work so well together for a lot of reasons but part of it is because they’re both extremely selfless, so they can respect each other’s choices and also give the other person a chance to be put first, something they don’t experience a lot elsewhere.

Gina and EJ are different people but they both have a drive to succeed, they’re both ambitious, they’re both willing to go to shady lengths to accomplish their goals (talking about season 1 in that regard), which is why they’re able to connect. They can see the good and the bad that they share, and it helps them to better accept themselves. 

Which is one thing I’ve come to love about relationships with similar characters (idk what this is officially called. Same attracts?): The characters learn to accept their own flaws as they accept the flaws of the person they love. It’s so good guys. 

Also, it’s worth noting: in a lot of opposites attract scenarios, the characters don’t actually have that much common ground, and if we were to see their relationship play out past the end credits or final chapter, we’d see their interactions slowly fall apart. Because if they’re too opposite, then their goals and interests will take them down separate paths. 

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #9 - hope

kai parker x reader

summary: kai notices your scars

tags: implied / referenced s3lf h4rm, coffee, crushes

word count: 943

a/n: remembered this has been in my wip folder, but when i wrote it, i had already posted a sh related one that week 💀 but the last two days at work have been ROUGH and i dug it back out.

It’s just for a second that you need to pop into the Salvatore boarding house. Just for a coffee before you head over to the Grill to study. You could just get one there, but you’re a firm believer in having one to-go, to sip on as you make your way to the other place. Besides, taking a detour to the house means chit-chatting with whomever is inside at the moment, and curiosity is killing you to know. 

“Hello!” You announce your presence as you walk through the hallway.

“Y/N!” Damon exclaims, “what on earth brings you here today?” 

The two of you are probably best described as frenemies. Sometimes you hate him, sometimes you love him; whichever one depends on his attitude. 

“Oh nothing much, being nosy, stealing coffee. Who else is here?”

“Elena, who’s off classes for the day. Caroline, who dropped out of school entirely. And Kai, who has nowhere to be, except apparently in my business.”

“Awh, he can’t be that bad.”

“He is, Y/N. Soooo talkative! And since he’s here, Bonnie’s not!”

“But the merge helped, right? He kinda mellowed out, even though you thought the opposite would happen.”

“Doesn’t mean I enjoy his company.”

“I’m right here,” Kai says suddenly. 

You turn to the sound of his voice and smile, “hi!”

“Hi,” the boy can’t help but smile back. 

Turning back around, you start to make a coffee. You don’t know it, but Kai’s eyes are still on you, watching your every move. He’s curious about you, though knows he can’t admit it. But every small interaction the two of you have, you’re so bubbly and sweet. He can’t help the desire to ingrain you in his brain - the one person who’s ever shown him kindness. 

As Kai watches you, though, his eyes linger on your arms. Something catches his eye, just a glance, but it’s long enough to make his stomach drop. 

“And so I was running through the trees when I tripped, but then when I turned to see what I had tripped over, I- Kai, stop watching her, that’s creepy!” Elena interrupts the story of her dream to bark at the boy. 

Kai snaps out of his trance and mutters an apology. 

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “He’s not bothering me.”

“Well he’s bothering me.” Elena then continues after rolling her eyes. 

Some time after hearing her story and finishing your first coffee, you excuse yourself to go study. After all, exams are coming up quickly, and there’s no chance you’ll get any work done in the Salvatore house. So, with simple goodbyes to everyone, you go and start to make your way down the gravel driveway. 

The moment you leave, Kai shoots up from his chair. “I need to talk to her.”

“Hold up,” Damon stops him quickly, “no, no, no. She was just here. You don’t need to see her alone.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Kai-”

“I just need to ask her something!”

“Damon, just let him. Y/N can handle her own,” Stefan says, obviously tired.

“Fine. If I hear a scream, I’ll be there faster than you know it.”

Kai rolls his eyes, but then practically runs out the door to reach you. 

You haven’t gotten far before he catches up to you.

“Y/N, hey!”

Turning, you smile at him. “What’s up?”

“I just…” he’s slightly out of breath, and takes a moment to gain it back. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your,” he gestures to your wrist, “arm. I just… noticed it, like a little glimpse, and want to check that you’re okay. I didn’t want to say anything in front of everyone else, but, uh, yeah.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widen as he references your scars. Three days ago, you broke your sober streak once again. Today, they’re faint, but still visible enough to be seen if anyone were looking. Apparently, Kai was. 

You move your hand behind your back quickly. “I’m okay, I just-”

“You don’t have to be ashamed of them, Y/N.” He swallows hard. “I have them, too.” He moves his leather bracelet to reveal a scarring wound, fresher and deeper than yours. It hurts your heart to see. 

“Oh, baby!” You exclaim, grabbing his hand without thinking twice. Kai watches in confusion as you kiss his palm, but then step back just as fast as when you grabbed him. “I’m sorry! I totally forgot my boundaries. I, are you okay? Those are deep.”

“I’m fine, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry for that, too.”

“It’s okay. It felt… nice,” he admits quietly. 

You nod. “Hey, um, do you want to come with me? I’m headed towards the Grill to study, but if you’re up for it, I’d rather be there with you.”

“Yes,” he replies immediately. Then he looks towards the house, “but-”

“Don’t worry about Damon. I’ll shoot him a text that you’re with me, and he’s smart enough to not piss me off. Mmkay?”

“Okay. But if you don’t mind me asking, are you sure you’re okay in, uh, that respect?”

You sigh, “not really. But I will be someday. You?”

“I’m not really okay, either. But uh, this is my first time feeling like I might have hope. Helps to know someone who understands.”

Smiling, you gesture in a question if you can take his hand again, which he allows by extending it out to you. You clasp your fingers together, kiss his knuckles, and then reply, “I do understand you. And if that gives you hope to get better, I will gladly be that person for you.”

[elijahmikaelsonslover]

The Vampire Diaries

I Do Desire: Damon Salvatore x You <3

Warnings (or not;)): Smut, penetrative sex, fingering, riding, blood, vampires, Salvatore Brother debacle, bittersweet pleasure, you are inserted into Elena's position, Season 3

You have yet to go a day without contact with the Salvatores. Where once you felt untouchable when accompanied by them, you now feel particularly touched when they are near. Ever since Stefan and you lost touch because of Klaus, every interaction with him was different than the next. He had brought himself back a bit since, but there was still of sense of restlessness in him that left you walking on eggshells with every confrontation, or simple conversation.

It could easily be possible that Stefan could hear your heartbeat as it jumped when Damon Salvatore entered the room. The way Damon's mouth chiseled at his cheek when he smiled, the way his voice cut through the air when he spoke, the emotional whirlwind at which he tossed you was just shy of sadistic. You could hardly tell if he knew what he did to you. Truth be told, you could feel the way he was wrapped around your finger, as well. His every awkward movement toward or away from you, the way he eyed you when you asked something of him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find his chivalry arousing, when your head wasn't on straight, which it never really did seem to be nowadays.

You'd be lying, though, if you said you weren't allowing yourself to be subject to his seduction, as well. The way his hand would glide against your back, the way he placed them on your hips from behind as he moved passed you, the daggers he glared into your soul with a smirk.

You'd be lying, too, if you said it didn't get your rocks off. His service dual with his controlling nature, the way he balanced the two, perfectly tailored to your desires.

It all happened in a very cliche manner. On an eight o'clock in the Salvatore household, you found yourself wandering about your room, only half clothed, your door ajar. Your hair wet from a shower, you were getting dressed to go downstairs and sit by the fire. Damon, who had the same plans, was already showered and dressed for a drink downstairs.

He decided to come fetch you, feeling notably bold tonight, hoping you'd come sit with him. Stefan, being Stefan, was out tonight, searching for an issue to find himself busy confronting, so Damon had only you to be his drink companion anyway, conveniently.

"(Y/N), come out, my little brooding minx, it's too early in the night to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling," He shouts, before opening the door right on you.

The worst of it was that you weren't only indecent, you were in dark red lace that you had embarrassingly bought for a night with your ex a two years ago. Regretfully, this was because you wanted to spend the night in your room later reading a book of erotica you picked out from the shelves that lined the Salvatore household's interior. It was nothing like you; this was the first time you had ever done anything like this before. Sure, many a man and woman had wanted to take a roll in the hay with you, and made it quite known. Only of recent was there a situation of a boy hitting on you in front of Damon that ended in chaos. However, you were much of the buttoned-up type, so this was entirely out of character for you.

"Woahholyshit," he words blurred together, "(Y/N), I'm sorry," he says through a chuckle.

"You're such an asshole, god, do you know how to knock?" you yell, cheeks burning red.

"Well, I've seen it all now, so," he says as he comes through the door.

"Oh my god, Damon, fuck, what is wrong with you?" he only laughs at your statement. You quickly pull a flannel you stole from Damon's closet around your shoulders, hoping to gain at least some decency. He widnes his eyes at the use of his clothing.

"You look great," he states, smirks, leaning against the door, never looking away from your body.

It was exhausting. Stefan had done terribly by you, you weren't together, why were you torturing yourself? That question wasn't one you could fully answer. So, you start playing the Damon-(Y/N) chess that had grown frequent in your daily activities.

"Do I?" you say, boldly, but you're shaking and your cheeks are turning hot again.

"You're gorgeous, but you're not very good at that," he wipes his mouth and smirks again. "Leave boldness to the bold."

In a flash, he rushes toward you. He ends up right against your body, looking down at you from only inches away.

"I can hear that."

There's a heartbeat in every part of your body, especially your thighs and your sex.

"All of that," he says, his face now going completely soft. He was different with you. With all of his other lovers, he was playful; laughing, playing with them, teasing. With you, though, he was completely serious. Almost stoic, if it weren't for the gentleness of his face.

"I- Damon- I-" you haven't a clue what to say. You've never seen Damon like this. His very essence is gone. It was like this was the very moment where he dropped every bitterness that shielded his kindness.

"Damon- why are you-"

"This light suits you well," with that abrupt statement, he walks to the door. He almost leaves before he stops, one hand on the door.

"Oh my god," he chuckles, "where did you find this?" He picks up the book you had looked over before shutting it and smuggling it into your room under your sweater once you realized it was erotica.

You choose boldness rather than discomfort. Preserving dignity preserves pride. "What? A babe can't get some good old-fashioned fantasies anymore?"

"(Y/N), do you know what this is?" he's not even trying to hide the fact that he's laughing. He doesn't even give you a chance to stammer out an answer, "It's my old journal."

You freeze. The possibility that one of the brothers had written that hadn't crossed my mind. In some way, you were still stuck in your old ways of thinking; a book from 1909 onward, even if written in pen, could not have been the journal of a young man still living today.

He walks towards you. His demeanor has now completely reverted back to Damon Salvatore, as he taunts you, "So you liked what was in there, huh? Tell me what you liked? What got your rocks off in that little book, hm?"

"I- It just... I just-" you exhale in defeat. He's waiting for an answer he knows you could never articulate out loud on your own. So he helps you.

"Was it the way I spoke of the women, the lewd way I described their bodies?" he widens his eyes. "Was it the way I spoke of their dress, their modesty, the way I described what I did to all of them?"

Then, looking you in the eyes, pupils dilating, he finally utilizes his unfair advantage on you; "Tell me what you liked."

"I liked that you pleased them for your own enjoyment. I liked that you held them while you used them. I want to be used like that. I liked the words you called them. I liked that you drank their blood."

"Do you desire those things from me?"

"I do. I desire you. I do desire."

With that, he doesn't hesitate. He kisses you right on your soft, smooth, pink lips and wraps his right arm around your waist and uses his other hand to hold your head.

Then, shifting his hands down to the apex of your hips, he slides your legs on each side of his body and lays you down on the bed. He spins your body so your head lays on a white pillow.

He doesn't rip clothes off or call you dirty names. He doesn't tease you or smirk at your gentle moans. He just kisses you; your neck, your chest, your lips.

"You're ravishing, my love." You moan at his praise, which earns a smile from him.

Then, finally, you hear the clanging of his belt unbuckling. The nervousness floods your body once again, your skin turning red, "Damon, I'm-"

"What? What, love?" he questions, quite genuinely concerned with your issue, rushing his words in hopes for an immediate response that will give him an indication of what to do with you next.

"Damon, I'm a virgin."

"You don't think I don't know that? You've got that," he smirks humorously and pops his brow, "glow."

You just kiss him again, and he melts into your mouth, feeling the first time you advanced on him.

He rips off his shirt and throws it to the floor. Without second thought, you run your hand down his chest and stomach. You shiver, feeling the ripples of his body under your finger tips. Everything about him now leaning over you is making you realize how frail you are in comparison to him. He grinds into you, holding your waist with his arm wrapped around it. He's kissing you hungrily, groaning, shaking. You can feel him holding his strength back.

After a few moments, he pauses, "I need to know you want this," he says seriously, but then lightens, "'cause if you do, my love, I'm about to blow your mind," he emphasizes his last words, elongating them.

You glance at the shut door, then nod, biting your lip.

He suddenly unleashes every bit of tension in his body. He makes you feel everything. He runs his fingernails along your side, trails them down to your thighs. He then, in a swift movement, grasps your inner thighs with his hand and pushes them open. He is grinding incessantly into your body, groaning into your mouth. You expect him to get straight to the deed, you expect the pleasure of a boy your age. What your memory neglects is that this man has been having non-stop sex since he was young, almost two hundred years ago.

He kisses from your knee to your pussy. He kisses your clit through your lace.

He chuckles at how loud you moan. You don't mean for it to come out, but no one has never put anything near your body like that, let alone their mouth. He kisses you again. He's playing your pussy the way you would lightly nibble on a peach. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, you're completely locked in place. You realize now if he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted to you and you'd have no say in it. You also realize that he's waiting for you to ask for more. He's teasing you until you get verbal with him.

"Damon please do something," you moan out to him, grabbing his hair with your left hand and grabbing the pillow above you with your right. He groans into you, vibrating your core.

"What do you want, my love?"

"Damon, I-," you pause, "I don't know because I don't- I don't know how-"

"Have you never got it on with yourself before?" He laughs a bit.

"No, I- I never knew how, I- It scared me and I didn't want t-"

"I'll show you, okay? I'll show you," he stops being playful entirely, petting the outside of your thigh, his face completely serious, his tone kind but forceful. You nod.

With that, he lifts his face back up to yours and starts rubbing your core, using your very sufficient amount of wetness to lubricate his fingers. He can tell you're holding back all the noises you want to make; he can hear the choking in your throat, the beating of your heart, he can feel the shaking of your whole body underneath him.

"Moan," he orders blatantly. There is nothing tacked onto it, just a simple order.

You start to hear yourself gasp and whimper, and eventually let out his name on your breath.

"Attababy. Good job, keep still," he orders again. It's impossible to keep still when he's rubbing you off like this. You're trembling and flexing underneath him, you can't seem to hold yourself steady. He, instead of trying to find a way to continue his precise movements in spite of you being a restless, messy bitch about it, he gives you some help. His pupils dilate, "stay still." You're planted, helpless now to the orders your body is incapable of disobeying. "Good little bunny." He picked the nickname for you because of how jittery you are and how your legs shake as he fucks you.

Finally, after a few minutes, you can feel yourself about to climax. He stops for a moment, this being entirely motivated by his desire to revel in this image of you like this; his flannel loosely and messily draped over your arms, your red lace with one strap fallen off the top and pulled down you to your knees at the bottom, your cheeks hot and red as roses and eyes teary and pleading, your heart pumping and hair in a frizzy, wild mess. Your chest is heaving, your body completely, helplessly in full submission to him. He was relieved to know that it would be him, not Stefan, who would take your virginity. He would be the one to taint your pretty soul pink.

"Are you ready?" He asks, smiling. He was about to give you your first orgasm in your whole life and he was ecstatic. There was something about a body melting in his arms that made him writhe with excitement.

"I'm ready, Damon," you moan, smiling, your eyes closed and face to the ceiling. You looked ready to receive. You looked fuckable.

In a flash, Damon places his fingers in you, not deep at all so to ensure he did not break your lining. He wanted to take every last second until he 'popped your cherry', as some would say nowadays. He continues rubbing your clit and gently fucking your insides until, finally, you cum.

It's an explosion. You're seeing stars. You're uncontrollable; wildly squeaking out his name, moaning hysterically. You are still unable to move, so your legs are spread wide and your back is arched hard, your arms above your head, just how you were when he first compelled you to stay still. Your pussy is clenched and you are incapable of relaxing it, too. The pleasure that the immobility gave you is unreal.

Right after you cum, he's hardly waiting a moment before taking out his dick. It's already rock solid. He immediately places it at your entrance, and you moan deep and load at just the contact, He shudders and moans again. How desperate he has been since the moment he met you to feel you like this. It would be a lie if he said he hadn't been pining for this moment forever.

He looks at you, looking for a sign of approval. You nod once at him, and he slides himself in. It is in this moment he entirely drops his facade and shows his full service to you. He is leaning over you, looking in your eyes, his face entirely serious and coated in softness. He wants to please you. He can feel the way this change in demeanor affects your body. He begins to moan, and you take this gentle moment to attempt to flip him underneath you. Obviously, though, your human strength was hardly a match for his vampire brawn. Instead of flaunting this, however, he flips you over instead. For a moment, you both remain still. You are sitting straight up in his lap, his length still inside you. He is laying with head on a pillow, his eyes flickering from your body to your face. He's taking you in, making sure not to miss an inch of this picture. It's intimate. More intimate than anything you've ever done before, and he feels it too. For a moment, it feels as if you're souls join into one. Staring into your eyes, both of your chests heave.

You begin to roll your hips, and his head tilts far back. His eyes close, and he grabs the pillow above his head. He's moaning, appreciating the feeling of you around him. To say you were impressing him would not be misplaced. "(Y/N)..." he groans, "(Y/N), you're so hot," it's all he can think to say in this moment. He means way more than that, but it's all he can articulate.

After a moment, he takes each hand and begins to push your hips back and forth on top of him. Your back arches and you roll your head behind you. You're both moaning and grinding on each other. It's hunger. Pure hunger. After a few more moments of grinding, your both are approaching the edge. The world completely freezes. You can almost feel his pleasure as your own. He's carelessly groaning out your name. You... you're screaming his. He smirks while he cums inside you, listening to the way you scream. "Damon, oh, Damon, it feels so good!"

After you both finally halt, he sits up, you still in his lap. He leans his head towards your neck, then looks up, "Do you want that?" he wants to be sure. You nod enthusiastically.

"It's intimate," he warns. You nod again.

With that, he sinks his teeth into you. You wince and whine and, yet, moan at the pain. He smiles and sucks at the wound. When he lets go, he wipes his mouth and then looks up at you. He's be lying if he said he didn't like seeing you with your blood dripping from your neck.

At this point, you're a beautiful wreck. Cheeks flushed, eyes watery, hair messy, clothes disheveled, skin warm and lips swollen. He is also a sex-coated mess, hair wet with sweat, along with his skin, eyes dark and face worn.

He runs his hand through your hair, and kisses you deeply. With that, he bites into his skin and holds it to your mouth. You drink from him, feeling the wound in your neck heal.

"Do you want to... clean up with me?" He asks sheepishly. He's a bit nervous now, surprisingly. you smile at this, giggle and whisper, "Yeah."

You both get in the shower in the bathroom connected to your guest room together, kissing and touching each others' soaked skin. He stares at your body the whole time, which prompts you to cover yourself up, but he grabs your hands and holds them against the shower wall and kisses you harshly again, smiling.

You both get dressed again in the guest room, you now dressed in only Damon's flannel and black boxers, him in his regular jeans and t-shirt combination. You go downstairs for a drink by the fireplace. "I think I might just skip school tomorrow. It's a Friday anyway," you giggle.

"I think that is a perfect plan," he smiles.

[jennifersminds]

Elejah MasterFic-List

Yall this got so long you’re welcome 🍒 – smut ☁️ - fluff

wanna say a HUGE thank you to every one of these authors for the fantastic fics you’ve written. If any of you see this and either don’t wanna be on it or would like me to tag you in this just let me know x 

plus if anyone has/knows a fic they'd like me to add to this feel free to comment :)

ALSO Update from like a few weeks later! I have been and will be adding to this as more fics get posted/ I find more :)

One shots

Elskede by blanketspace

Elskede; it means Beloved. Prompt: Someone isn't up on recent last century happenings so when they come across a Petrova doppelganger a few decades after all the Mystic Falls stuff has ended they grab Elena (who's still a vampire, because reasons) and bring her to the Mikaelsons hoping for a reward. Elijah is amused but angry. His siblings are way more than amused. And Elena's just pissed off. (LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic, come back to it atleast once a month. Peak characterisation imo) sorta 🍒

Step One by Tayleeb “I can help you, Elena. But you need to be certain you want my help.” // Post 4x21. Stefan called Elijah to compel Elena's humanity on. When it's no longer necessary, he offers to help her deal with the emotional fallout of turning her humanity back on. (SO hot omg, reread this an unhealthy amount)

distressing damsels by ribbons-blue Because of course rescuing Elena Gilbert from the clutches of a power-hungry vampire wouldn't be as simple a task as it first appeared. Elijah doesn't know why he ever thought otherwise. [Elijah x Elena] Season 2 (elena is so cute in this fic and elijahs reactions to her are hilarious)☁️

perception by ribbons-blue The night Elijah rescues Elena from his sister…and the many pairs of eyes that observe. [Elijah x Elena] Episode 3x14

The Sound of Rain by destinoscelgo 

In the midst of a storm, Elena's fear of bad weather gives Elena a sensory overload and she needs to distract herself from the hurricane. One Shot/Elejah 🍒

Silence Is A Virtue by Turtle_Goose

A small smile was playing about Elijah's face and there was mischief in his eyes. "I am perfectly capable of being silent," he said in a low voice. He moved fast, picking her up and depositing her on his large bed with the barest rustle of fabric. "Are you?" One Shot. Complete (I’ve read this a sinful amount of times)🍒

Mahogany by giraffelove92

"The wood of her kitchen table was a dark, finished wood, smooth under his hands; he guessed mahogany, a common enough wood nowadays. In the years of his youth and for centuries thereafter, he remembered, it had been a rarity: a fine wood from worlds away that only the noblest lords and ladies could afford to import." Elejah. Smut. 🍒

Code » by Readergirl37 

About the times Elijah and Elena used code.

of people and places » by the queen of slurking 

in which elena and enzo are stuck in the cell. or, how you come to rely on the one other person around you. AU after 5x10. (adore this fic, elena and enzo could have been a really fun friendship plus I’ll never not like seeing elena interact with the entire mikaelson family in a non-murder way, I also think this fic does a really good job at establishing elena’s place in the tragedy that was her teen life)

Nothing Better Than Blindness by TheCivilState 

Elijah has always been able to tell the dopplegangers apart

I’m banking on the fables, far better things we do by agirlwithacoin "I'm not human anymore", she couldn't stop herself from grieving the loss of her humanity when she's in front of him

It's Not Easy Having Yourself a Good Time by Rashaka 

What if this whole time Elena was never actually paying attention to events in Mystic Falls, just nodding and saying "uh-huh" while secretly thinking about marshmallows. Crack!Fic with the Originals (this is the funniest tvd fic I’ve ever read, oblivious-quasi valley girl elena is so fun and as an established dumb bitch I can relate)

Seriously? by Readergirl37 

A fic where Elena is done everybody's crap and is brutally honest. Crack fic Elijah/Elen

The Pomegranate by BumbleMumbbleJimJams 

They go to a fancy restaurant to catch up. Elena orders a pomegranate, Elijah orders wine. 🍒

Blood Atones for Betrayal by TallyKayda 

When Elijah finds out about the possibilty of Elena having been turned, he decides to return to Mystic Falls regardless of the consequences only to find the rumors true and Elena stronger than ever, if slightly angry. 🍒

The Fables of the better things we do by agirlwithacoin

 It seems like it might take years to clean everything out; the expulsion of her insides is a painful process, and she's not sure how long she languishes in shock and pain and bitterness, but the calendar feels like a liar-there ought to be a healing process, even if she itches to rip off the scab and be done with it.

Let me in by agirlwithacoin Later, much later, after his blood comes back under his control, Elijah will admit to himself, however uncharacteristic such an admittance is, that this was not at all how he had expected his night to go. 🍒

Come in by agirlwithacoin  

The entirety of their relationship can probably be summarized at least partially into the number of times that she's wondered if he was going to kiss her 🍒 (hawttttt omg I love this one so much)

Temper Management by Symbioticdeath

 He rarely asked for this. And later, in the darkest hours before morning, Elena would allow herself to wonder what made him want it this time. (sub-elijah is something I didn’t know I needed, plus established relationship elejah which I love) 🍒

what elena wants, elena gets  by Merkanzee Elena has always been better at being honest with what she wants and she wants Elijah. Elijah's not complaining. The girl has no idea how much he desires her. 🍒

Keen by giraffelove92 

"She glanced at the sword one last time, remembering its keen edge hewing through flesh and bone. Bile rose once again in her throat, and she shoved it down. The blade glimmered in the light, mocking her." Next to him, the sharp blade seems mild in comparison. Elejah. Smut. 🍒

Leave Out All the Rest by Cherazz After being daggered yet again, Elijah is trapped within his dreams, where he faces an incredible amount of not only torment, but pleasure as well. But what is real and what isn’t? And does he ever truly wake up at all? 🍒

Old Friends and Helpful Elevators by Terapsina “Thanks.” She flashes a polite but absent smile in the general direction of the person that waited for her as she joins them in the elevator, eyes still on her phone typing a message to Mandy to tell her she’ll be there in a minute. “My pleasure, Elena.” Answers the voice from her past. /or/ Years after their last meeting Elena and Elijah run into each other in an elevator which immediately breaks down.

kiss, taste, smile by Terapsina As her lips meet the line of Elijah's throat, she can't help remembering that it's not a new fancy she's indulging. She'd thought of this when she'd been human too. The collar of his shirt framing his throat, pulling Elena's eye, making the tips of her fingers itch to run over the expensive material and graze against skin.

throw your life away by Anonymous She's had him dead in her cellar for fifty-six years 🍒

Aurora by lit_chick08 Elijah only wants to be helpful kinda 🍒

It's Personal by @missnmikealson Blood Sharing is a personal thing. She never understood how personal until she journeyed to New Orleans. (I’d say a reread this too much but that'd be a lie because its amazing) 🍒

Call me Angel by @missnmikealson She forgot his new assistant, who happened to be a shameless flirt, had never met her. Instead of correcting the woman she goes along with it. 🍒

Garden Party by @missnmikealson Elena and Elijah arrive late to a garden party together and everyone assumes that they have finally gotten together. ☁️🍒

When She Drinks by MayContainBees He closed his eyes and couldn’t believe this was his life. (this fic does bash Hayley which I disagree with because I love her and contrary to this fic rec post I do like haylijah but the elejah moments are so cute and the writings great)

you swallowed everything by magisterequitum He'd dreamed of her once when he was shut away in a coffin that smelled of oak and linen. Disappointment in her eyes and he wants to leave a ring of bruises along her collarbone. Purple kisses to mar her skin and give her something else to look at him for.

we're painted red by magisterequitum "You just can't stay away," she says and wipes the blood from her dinner from wet slick lips.

and miles yet to go by magisterequitum mystic falls burns. they drive.

One Letter at a Time by Terapsina Elijah intervenes and rescues Elena from the hands of Stefan and Damon after 4x21. He finds a new way of dealing with her that has unexpected results. ☁️

as they lay dying by youngerdrgrey s3!AU. There are consequences to killing Klaus that they don't predict, like Damon dying, or Stefan going off the deep end, or Elena taking off on the first train out of Mystic Falls. But she's not alone. Our favorite Original is right next to her. E/E

and you were singing me by magisterequitum she finds another way; she finds again her best weapon. (S4 AU where Elena finds someone else to help her with the sire bond; warnings for consent issues that go with the sire bond, and character death) (any fic that delves into the consent issues of the sire bond and just tvd in general >>>)

Ash by readergirl37 Elena thinks Jeremy is dead, Damon turned off her emotions and no one's home. Someone stops her from burning it all down. Rated M for mentioned past sexual assault. (similar too above – amazing fic, Damon bashing excellence)

Orkney by Albion19 Elijah offers to help Elena change her nightmares into dreams. A nostalgic look back at the past and more ensues. Post 3x12. Elejah

we shall always be by magisterquitum

the lockwood's host their annual masquerade dance, and both of them deserve the night off. 🍒

Valkyrja by sybioticdeath

“Looks like it’s a Gilbert thing.”

Elena tried her hardest to resist the urge to murder her brother. She’d read somewhere it was called The Cain Instinct, though according to Urban Dictionary it was more the urge to hit your sibling. She loved Jeremy, but there were times when she wanted to choke him till he turned blue.

I’m not your daydream by me lmao

“Can’t you hear its heartbeat?” she can feel it, sometimes louder than her own.

“I can hear yours.”

or

Elena aborts a miracle baby and Elijah pays for breakfast.

Multi-chapter

Complete

The Golden Arrow by Toriblue Never let it be said that Elijah is predictable. The last thing she ever expected was a formal goodbye...especially one that included words like 'always and forever'. 🍒 (I am absolutely obsessed with everything Toriblue wrote for elejah, they’re characterisation of both characters is so good and the way she writes their negation-esque banter is so perfect)

Paid in Full by Toriblue Elena Gilbert is much more interesting as a vampire. Before being turned, she was on the path to sweater sets & PTA meetings. Rebekah did her a favor when she forced her to a watery grave. Not that Elijah would ever appreciate that observation. - Kol/Elena, Elijah/Elena 🍒

Light Years Apart » by AuroraSpace 

Elijah's thoughts were not completely on his conversation with Davina in Sinners and Saints. And how a certain witch decides that Elijah deserves everything he yearns for. 🍒

Lost by @missnmikealson She has no words to describe the freedom of abandoned humanity. All she knows is she’s never going back to the way things used to be. No sir… never. Never, ever ever. Never! (you’re going to see missnmikaelson on here a lot and that’s because they’ve literally wrote so much and its all amazing – also this fic is everything no humanity elena is a national treasure and the elejah dynamic in this is 👌🏻)

Unobtainable by @missnmikealson Everyone has the first words their soulmate will say to them somewhere on their body. Elena had always thought hers were strange. After all what else was there besides human?

Liaison by Albion19 Prophetic dreams of destruction and hope overshadow Mystic Falls. It all starts with Elijah turning up on Elena's doorstep with an unpleasant request. Elejah. AU.

Dream to Feel by Albion19 After the kiss Elena has a slow dawning revelation about Elijah. Set after 4x18. Elejah.

Desert Rain » by Slayer2003

"It would be rude of me to refuse that which is offered freely." A darker take on Elijah and Elena post 4x18. Now complete. 🍒

impulse » by ribbons-blue 

The foundation of their relationship was built on a precipice, wavering between intimacy and the fear of pursuing it /Or, Five times Elijah wished to kiss Elena, and the one time he finally does. [Elijah x Elena]

(okay these are technically one shots but they’re a series so I’m putting them here)

actions speak louder than words by Merkanzee Elijah and Elena's reunion after he left four years ago. They are above words and their bond is almost instinctual, but sometimes, it's nice to hear the truth out loud

what's best for you, what's best for me?  by Merkanzee A prequel of sorts to "actions speak louder than words". Elijah's POV. His journey from guilt to peace, from denying him of his love to not being able to let go. Can be a standalone, but makes more sense read with the first one as there are references.

don't leave me behind by Merkanzee

The third part of my Elejah series. Follows "actions speak louder than words" and "what's best for you, what's best for me?" Elejah and Stefan/Elena/Damon friendship. Can be a standalone, but makes more sense read with the others.

and so we go circles by Merkanzee

The next part of my Elejah series. Can be a standalone, but it makes more sense if read after the others. Elijah and Elena come full circle after Elijah learns what he wants to do is sometimes what he should do. Elijah finally grants himself some peace.

(end first series)

this is not the path I wanted us to take by Merkanzee 

Elijah, post 3x22. Elijah facing the knowledge that both his brother and the woman he loves are dead. Even the most stoic of men have something valueable to lose.

time has brought your heart to me by Merkanzee

A follow up to "this is not the path I wanted us to take", but can be read separately. Elijah is there to help Elena transition into her new life, knowing that his purpose will eventually come to an end. Elena isn't so sure.

you are my family by Merkanzee

you can't abandon family. klaus just wants her to understand what that means. it's not convenient and easy and you can't be indecisive when it comes those you love. he is not damon or stefan. he is elijah and she doesn't need time to decide on what to do. follow up to "time has brought your heart to me".

(okay that’s that – great series, interesting dynamics)

Monster and the Martyr by Bitumz 

Their meeting had been spelled in stone a thousand years ago, destined to happen through a series of trials and tribulations that did nothing but create an unseverable bond between them though they had been created solely to tear them both apart. Elena/Elijah centric. Slight AU. (NOW COMPLETE!)

Who Are You? by @missnmikealson She had always wanted to go through the proper motions of an introduction, but she had never thought he would be the one asking her that question.

A Friend Like Me by @missnmikealson "Women can have casual relationships." "Women Yes, you... no... you're not the casual type... you're the girlfriend type." It's probably going to blow up in their faces. It will definitely end badly, but the middle would be awesome. A/H SMUT 🍒

Three Deep Breaths by @missnmikealson "I think I'd remember having a baby." Elena doesn't know what to think when the Original's find themselves in possession of her baby. A baby that has yet to be conceived. All she knows is that she loves this little one, but if she goes on to have her does that mean she is going to give up on the one vampire she actually considered a future with? 🍒

Making Amends series by WinterElle

Making Amends by Alternate Universe, Post Season 3, Episode 15. Life has settled again into a hopeful peace. Elena has worked hard for normalcy and the right to move on with her life. But before she does, she has to make peace with a betrayal that weighs on her conscience. Elejah.

Leaving One shot. After years of living together as a couple, tensions build for Elijah and Elena as he finds her wordlessly packing her things. Follow up to Making Amends.

Dying to Live The love between Elena and Elijah carried them through seven blissful years together. Now, everything has changed, unforeseen challenges around every corner of what has become a fresh life. Elejah

Only and Always Continuing story of Elena and Elijah following Dying to Live. AU Elejah

A Force of Nature 5th installment of AU Elejah that began with Making Amends. Unresolved issues and new challenges arise for the family Elena and Elijah have forged, even as it grows.

Point Blank Range In the AU created with Making Amends, Klaus and Milla work through the complications created by combining their lives. For Elena and Elijah, a dark specter looms.

In Good Conscience In the universe created with the first story in this series, Making Amends, the family find themselves facing a villain unlike anything they've ever faced. Damon finds himself the target of an unexpected enemy while the entire group plans for a wedding.

(End series)

realised i forgot this when i first made this list which is a tragedy!!! dating to married elejah in canonverse is a dream. and they’re literally so cute.

Family Business series by Turtle_Goose The only way the Originals can survive Esther's ritual is to drink from Elena. Luckily for them, Elena has a plan. The only hitch is that it gets a bit more sexual than any of them intended. (elena with all the originals, exclusive elejah after the first chapter but still super cute) 🍒

Better Than One by @missnmikealson Elena is not happy about her new home, she us unhappy with her forced engagement, but she vows to go through with it because it is the choice that has been made for her in this world where women have no voice of their own. That is until the princes return and she gets to know one of them; her heart which had grown as cold as the winter snow begins to melt.

Dream a New Dream by ElijahsElena When figure skater, Elena Gilbert, had her human life stripped away, she found herself forced to survive her father's lab, then something worse, until she found herself wanting to give up. Until something happened, and maybe, a certain Original can help her find a new dream to dream. Eventual 🍒 r*pe TW

In-progress

i have fault lines in my bones by buries @finnicks Elena's told herself she's content with her decision to die, but Elijah has other plans. This time, he's going to succeed in saving the doppelgänger. 2x19 au. (absolutely OBSESSED with this, amazing smut AND in depth charcter analysis, probably one of my favourite fics so far and has been recently updated:) 🍒

This fic is also a follow up to 2 oneshots i don’t have time to die by buries Elena's willing to do anything to earn Elijah's trust. AU on 2x19 when Elena pulls the dagger out.🍒

time is eternity by buries Elijah's lips remain curved upward. "I’ve considered your proposal from the other day," he says. He keeps his hands on the bed, the only casual part of his posture. "And I don’t accept." Heart pounding fearfully in her chest, her brows furrow as she stares at him blankly. "You don’t accept what?" "Your apology," he says. His gaze drops to her bare legs before he peers up at her again, his lips in a serious line. "I don’t accept your apology for daggering me. It was cruel and it ruined one of my favourite suits." Arching her brow, Elena looks at him in amusement. "You’re kidding." "I’m not." — Elijah visits Elena late at night to punish her for daggering him. 🍒

A Year to Eternity? by @missnmikealson Original vampires, malicious witches, lost supernaturals, missing memories and ancient curses… it’s just another year in the life for Elena Gilbert. Never mind the fact that she was supposed to be done with Originals and malicious witches and all the rest. She could have been done, but being done required saying no and saying no was not an option. There was too much to lose. Picking up in 5x12 of the Originals.

The Elixer That Renews by Toriblue

"She's so tempting with her soft cheeks and liquid eyes. His brother will defile every inch - nothing left but soft cheeks and liquid eyes."

(THIS FIC!! this fucking fic. unfortunatly unfinished but AMAZING! I said before this author really captures elejah’s banter and thats especially done in this fic, its so hot and i absolutely love elenas relationship with the mikaelson family.)🍒

Strong, Ageless, Fearless by  @missnmikealson Sequel to Three Deep Breaths Klaus is thrilled when Caroline agrees to give him a chance. Elijah is less than thrilled when a witch lures his brother to NOLA a few days before his daughters birthday. Title might change. This story will follow the first season of the Originals as it would follow after the birth of Miranda. More characters will probably be added later as I go along. 🍒

Begin Again by ElijahsElena Her life with the vampires was nothing more than a misfiring of brain cells while in a coma... Or was it? What if she had truly lived that life, then died, and was brought back? What if she had been given a chance to change things? Just how different would her life be? 🍒

boom, boom, boom of your heart by  @alllwritenow Elena Gilbert, successful author, has a menacing individual stalking her every move and delivering cryptic threats via bloodstained notes. Tired of living her life in fear, she hires Elijah Mikaelson, professional security expert, to find and eliminate the threat.

blame it on the stardust by  @alllwritenow A doppelganger is more than a sacrifice, more than the echo of a spell, more than a copy of a copy of a copy of a person. Elena is more than a pretty face and a kind heart. They all were. They always will be. (Elijah actually hasn’t shown up in this fic yet but its so amazing I just had to put it here, Salvatore antis and Elena apologists gather for the best tvd rewrite character study fic ever, plus it really delves into the lore of the doppelgangers in a way the show wasn’t smart enough too)

We Remain by AnonymousObsesser “I missed you,” he murmured. She opened her mouth to return his sentiment, expression already shifting into that perfect Katherine attitude, but her throat closed around the words. She couldn’t close the door fast enough. 

Deal  by Readergirl37 Elena Gilbert makes a deal with an ancient god of death. She hadn't expected him to be so nice. Mythology AU Elejah. Fix it fic.

plastic crown by noimkillingboys (me<3)

She leaves Rebekah with a note and an instruction, Rebekah hands her the keys to a car. A large sleek black thing that isn’t hers to give. She’s unconcerned. He won’t mind.

Later - on the floor of her new apartment, she’ll wonder what the point was.

~~

Elena runs away to vegas after getting her humanity back. Existential crisis insue.

what did you bury? by noimkillingboys (still me)

She wants to, in a way. Wants to bury herself in the ground, deep in the woods he’d once walked her through and wait for him to dig her out. He would.

She can picture it, jacket discarded, dirt under his nails- the desperation he quietly saves for her.

tagging people that commented on my post about making this - @make-things-make-sense @paperlessbook