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legacies | ch.8
synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?
genre — college, angst, friendship, love, slow burn
disclaimer — 18+ strong language & sexual content
chapter index:
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | coming soon
ch.8
"You both probably have no idea why I've called you in here this evening."
Well...
You do have a strong suspicion, especially knowing who's sitting next to you in that moment, this situation only likely sparking up as a result of your secret dealings outside the campus grounds this past week. But you just sit there quietly not voicing any opinions, letting professor Jung navigate the conversation instead, which is taking place in his small office at the back of the dance studio. Jimin, however, who's sitting upright in the chair adjacent to you, seems completely clueless and even slightly worried based on his tense demeanor, his widened eyes cautiously inspecting the dance teacher with bated breath.
"I received a call from Mr. Park this afternoon..." professor Jung continues explaining, a conspicuous smile now gleaming on his face. "... And he's given his permission to let Jimin participate in the annual intercollegiate dance competition!"
"Wait... WHAT?! NO WAY!" Jimin promptly yelps as he jerks up in his chair, his palm slapping up to his mouth in utter shock before a happy chuckle trots out of him. "How did you even convince my dad, professor Jung?!"
"I didn't have to do any convincing. The decision came straight from him" the dance teacher beams brilliantly with his dimples, his attention now gradually shifting from Jimin to you.
It's right then when Jimin seems to realize you're also present in the room, the expressions on his overjoyed face swiftly deviating from happiness back to puzzlement. "So why is she here?" he points at you with a fluster, indeed a valid question on his part, but you still endure the burning silence, not wanting to reveal too much about anything.
"Mr. Park's agreed to let Jimin participate only if his grades remain unaffected. And he specifically requested for you, (y/n), to help Jimin with his studies. I apologize... I do understand this is a lot to ask from you" professor Jung speaks directly to you this time, a remorseful undertone laced with a plea in his inquiring voice.
He has nothing to be sorry for though as you're the one who'd brought this upon yourself, your fortuitous conversation with Mr. Park still freshly etched in your mind. The prominent man had already grown a liking towards you during your first week at the part-time job, surprisingly developing a respect for you and your ideas while you worked closely together with his secretary. It was just yesterday when you'd kindly asked him if you could leave the office an hour early to study for an upcoming exam, explaining in detail how your late night dance team practices were cutting into your time for school work, pressuring you into making some adjustments to your schedule.
"Of course you can take off early, (y/n). Exams come first! If only my son gave the same level of importance to his education" Mr. Park had hung his head with shaken disappointment, only to look up at you in a glimmer when you'd challenged him to view things a bit differently.
"If you don't mind, Sir... I don't think you give Jimin enough credit for his accomplishments."
"And what accomplishments would these be?" Mr. Park had posed, not offended by your brash statement at all, instead appearing attentive to hear your praise for his son, who he clearly thought was a failure for not following in his own business-minded footsteps.
"It's because of Jimin's impressive ability to dance that our university's won the intercollegiate competition 3 years in a row, a milestone no one's ever achieved in the past. Isn't that what every parent wants in their child? For them to actually be passionate about something and excel at it? You might not approve of Jimin's love for dance, but that doesn't make him any less amazing at it. He's the best at what he does... There's nobody better than him."
"But how far can he even get in life with dance? It all sounds exciting at your age, but the real world doesn't work that way. I thought a smart girl like you would surely have understood this."
"Sir, have you considered how much further Jimin will be able to go if you just once show him a hint of support for his passion? It will mean a lot to him coming from his father. At least give him a chance to try achieving his dreams."
Mr. Park had placed his hand on his chin, frivolously rubbing it as he took a while to think, finally meeting your eyes with shocking humility. "Can you ensure Jimin's doing well in his classes if I allow him to dance?" Mr. Park had suddenly sprung the unexpected assignment.
"It's not a lot to ask, professor Jung. I can help Jimin with his studies if that means he can be on the team" you respond similarly to the request in present time, the dance teacher's face muscles instantly relaxing at the sound of your willingness.
"Why the hell would dad put her up to this when he knows we're not even in the same classes, let alone in the same school year? I mean, she's two years younger than me! This doesn't make any sense at all."
"But I'm not complaining, am I? Why are you getting so worked up over it?"
"Because it's unfair to you. You're already busy with your own school work, the dance team practices at night, and you're also interning at my dad's company..." Jimin's voice trails off as if he's hitting an unanticipated realization, his shimmering eyes now sharply turning in your direction to search your face for the truth.
"I told you I can handle it. Would that be all then, professor Jung?" you sternly stand up to leave, not granting Jimin the time to even open his mouth in retaliation, or worse, precisely question you about your involvement in the matter, which he's seemingly recognizing by the minute.
"Yes. I just want to thank you again for committing your time to this, (y/n). We really need Jimin on our team to ensure that win, and now our chances of bringing home the trophy are looking solid. If you ever need assistance with anything, I'm always happy to help. And so will your other professors, I'm sure."
Flashing a faint smile at the elated teacher and totally ignoring Jimin, you hastily exit the office and pace across the dance studio two steps at a time, forcing the metal doors open with all your strength, then deciding to take the longer route back to your dormitory instead of the usual shortcut. However, Jimin eventually catches up to you by the end of the hallway in a breathless sprint. "(y/n)! Hey, stop! WAIT!"
"I really have to get to the library, Jimin. I need to study for—"
But the way Jimin swoops up in front of you compels you to stop short in your rambling sentences, your body banging into his chest from his sudden presence up ahead. It's quite apparent you're hiding something by how your eyes fail to meet his penetrative ones, all while he refuses to move out of your way, your faces just inches from one another in the lonely hallway.
"How did you convince my dad? I know you must've said something to him at work... Why would you do that for me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
You certainly feel cornered as Jimin coarsely sighs with a hint of agitation while you fidget with your feet in an awkward silence, but you figure you've got no choice now but to delve into the discussion the way he's standing his ground with arms crossed across his chest, successfully trapping you with no way to back out of this instance.
"I just had a brief conversation with Mr. Park about your passion for dance and how he should try giving you a chance to pursue this career—"
"But how are you okay with the way he's basically forcing you to be my tutor in exchange for that? It's so not fair to you! You barely know him and what a manipulative bastard he can be. You shouldn't have accepted the deal and you still have time to change your mind. Why are you even doing this for me?"
"I'm doing this for you the same reason you're pissed at him for doing this to me" you blurt out, instantly wishing you'd thought a little before coming up with this response but it's too late, now covertly hoping Jimin catches on by putting some thought into your words.
"I don't understand..."
You're not even sure why you're feeling embarrassed at the thought of having to explicitly say it out loud, a tinge of pink blossoming your cheeks as you nervously lock eyes with Jimin's twinkling ones. Why do you have to spell it all out for him? How can boys be so emotionally incompetent sometimes?
"The Jimin I met when I started school wouldn't have felt angry for any inconveniences I'd have to experience for him. So let me ask you this — Why do you feel pissed that I have to pile on more work in exchange for you getting back on the dance team? The one thing you so desperately wanted over everything? It's a win-win for you. The trophy and a tutor. So why are you even bothered?"
Jimin's clearly lost in thought now, his wavering eyes searching the wall behind you as if the answers are somehow painted on there. The way his cheeks kick up in a red heat all of a sudden makes your heart skip a beat, an indication that he's coming close to working out his feelings for you by detangling the web of questions you'd so distinctly spun on him.
"Because it's unfair. And well... because I guess I care about you" his plump rosy lips press together, his entire body tensing up as he's unknowingly holding his breath.
"I guess I care about you too."
Despite the palpable embarrassment in the lone night's silence, your smiling eyes meet one another for a fleeting second of shared acknowledgement before you begin making your way back to your dormitory weaving the winding corridors. The truth was that through this tumultuous time being at the university, you'd both somewhere, deep down, grown to care about each other. Something had subconsciously changed between you both after you'd spent those vulnerable moments holding hands at the basketball court late that night, battling your personal failures together in quiet company.
The way you'd leaped up to defend Jimin in front of his father, and the way Jimin had felt angered by the unfair way you'd been treated spoke volumes about how you'd evolved in your relationship for the better, even before you both could come to your senses about these harboring feelings.
Tap.
The rustle of a crumpled up sheet of paper landing on your desk catches your attention as you're packing up your bag after your music theory class's dismissal. Upon scanning your eyes across the emptying lecture hall for the source of the mischief, you notice Jungkook leaning against the back wall intently observing you. He playfully points at the ball of paper as if urging you to take a look at it, so you roll your eyes and turn around to open it and sneak a peek.
"My birthday party's this weekend. Invite only."
"I see..." you briefly skim through the flyer which lists out the date, time and outfit expectations, amongst some other event related details.
"Am I allowed to come near you? Or is the invisible restraining order still in action?" Jungkook jokes in an attempt to gage your mood, carefully throwing no direct insults your way, which doesn't go unnoticed and makes you smile to yourself.
"The invite doesn't mention the location. Where are you hosting it?" you quickly hide your smile and turn around to face Jungkook again, giving him permission to come closer with a wave of your hand.
"Have you ever even gone to a college party, (y/n)? We're underaged so I'm not gonna go sharing the address on a flyer in case we get busted" Jungkook laughs, clearly happy you're allowing this conversation to happen in the first place, the pep in his step apparent as he makes his way over to your desk. "It's at Taehyung hyung and Jimin hyung's suite in the upperclassmen boys tower."
"Oh..."
Jungkook observes the sudden frown weighing down your lips, the boy astonishing you with his newfound attentiveness next. "Still fighting with Taehyung hyung?"
"I haven't spoken to him since I went off on him about his evil ways. How's he doing?" you steal the chance to check up on Taehyung.
Despite his cruel betrayal, Taehyung hadn't left your mind since you last saw him, the confrontation you'd planned in your dormitory replaying over and over again in your head at odd times, much to your dislike. Even if Taehyung seemingly hadn't given a fuck about you and had pretended to be your friend, you did care for him that entire time and still missed having that naive version of him around, as much as you hated to admit it. It was just going to be very difficult to trust him again if the opportunity to become real friends ever popped up in the future.
"Oh, he's not really been himself, that's for sure. He's begun acting the way he did after his dad died, withdrawn mostly. What did you even say to him? Jimin hyung and I've been getting a bit concerned. Maybe you could try talking to him? I don't know, he always seemed cheerful around you."
"He was pretending to be cheerful around me, Jeon. That was the whole point of his plan.. to fool me into believing we were friends. I don't even know what he's really like, now that I think about it."
"I know, but he's been scary lately. He clearly needs some type of intervention so I just thought maybe he'd be willing to speak with you. I don't think he feels like opening up to Jimin hyung or me about whatever this is."
"I guess I can try meeting him this week. Thanks for letting me know and for the suggestion... By the way, are you sure you're the same Jeon Jungkook I met on my first day here? Helping me and shit? It's like I don't even know who you are anymore" you fondly chuckle at Jungkook's intuitive side shining through. It was refreshing to have a normal conversation with him, almost therapeutic, as you felt some kind of weight lifted off of your mind about the confrontation with Taehyung.
"I'm full of surprises" Jungkook smirks as you smile in return and begin walking by his side out of the classroom, the sun beaming brightly in the courtyard reflecting both of your matching happy moods. "So you coming to my party?"
"I guess I'll stop by for a bit!"
"Awesome. Also, my real birthday's the day after tomorrow, we're only celebrating it on the weekend. So I'll be expecting two presents from you" Jungkook smartly giggles, your brows immediately raising up in question.
"What do you even gift a rich brat like you who pretty much has everything in the world? Any requests that a commoner like myself can afford?"
Jungkook suddenly stops in his steps after hearing your comment and turns to face you directly, his big bambi eyes gazing deeply in yours, a hint of sorrow lingering in his cast as he mentions "Your friendship. That's all."
He waves goodbye with a sweet smile that travels up to his pretty eyes, slowly turning around and walking away from you as you remain painfully rooted to your spot. You can't help but accept Jungkook has finally begun growing on you, his sincere comment unknowingly touching your heart and leaving you wanting more.
You'd left Taehyung a couple of texts and even called him a few times, all to be ignored by him for over an entire day. It was close to 10pm the day after speaking with Jungkook about Taehyung's wellbeing, the usual time you'd start heading down to the dance studio for competition practice. But your mind's stuck on Taehyung with an uncomfortable buildup of worry, unable to stray away and focus on anything else.
With the brimming anxiousness you're feeling in your chest, you hurriedly decide to walk over to Taehyung's suite to check whether he's okay, if he's even there, before navigating your way down to the dance studio. Call it intuition or a gut feeling, but the moment you knock on his door and watch it swing open, a wave of gratitude hits you like a truck knowing you did the right thing by resolving to visit him.
"Oh... what are you- you doing he- here?"
The sight breaks your heart into a million pieces. Taehyung appears thoroughly disheveled, unlike you could've ever imagined — his unkempt hair sticking out in random places, his usual pouty lips cracked and colorless, the bags under his eyes alarming. His entire face scrunches up when the bright corridor lights swim into the pitch black apartment behind him. He's in a set of pajamas but it doesn't even look like he got ready or left his place at all today. He's clearly sloshed from the lingering stench of whiskey on his breath and from the way he'd slurred his words upon your arrival.
"I texted and called you many times since yesterday but you hadn't replied, so I came to see if you were okay."
"Oh, I'm splendid" Taehyung sloppily smiles with his eyes closed, his tongue clearly heavy and his speech impaired, his tall figure swaying to the side before he presses his forehead against the door.
Without even asking for permission, you walk straight inside with a surge of concern ripping up your chest, Taehyung not really noticing you anyways until you hold him by the shoulders and kick the door shut. Gently guiding him over to the couch and sitting him down while he incoherently grunts, you quietly get a glass of water from the kitchen behind him and turn on a dim stove light for more visibility, also to not directly irritate Taehyung's eyes. He huffs like a child when you hold the glass of water to his mouth but reluctantly gulps it down, eyes still closed and neck now resting back on the sofa as you place the empty glass on a table nearby.
Gonna miss practice. Taehyung's not doing well. I'm with him at your place. Don't worry but come straight back when you're finished at the studio.
You quickly shoot Jimin a text to inform him of your absence, and thank God for how you and Jimin are on good terms so you don't have to deal with his wrath for skipping practice. You now focus your attention back to Taehyung who's begun randomly humming, clearly way too drunk, and you suspect probably high as well based on the light waft of weed drifting through the apartment.
Scooting closer to Taehyung on the couch, you carefully lift up his heavy, lifeless arm and curl it around your shoulder, tightly wrapping both of your arms around his torso after and lightly resting your head on his chest. The overwhelming feeling of sadness seeing your once closest friend here in this condition, mixed with a pang of guilt for never checking up on him after your fight, edges you to the brink of tears, the only thing your heart wanting to do in that moment being holding him close, letting him know he's not alone.
A minute goes by, silent tears flowing down your cheeks and wetting his soft white shirt when Taehyung's motionless arm around your shoulder finally grips you and pulls you in even closer, his cheek resting on the top of your head, his lips pressed on your hair. You feel his entire body vibrating as he begins sobbing, and all you can do then is continue embracing him tightly, allowing him to get it all out, and be there for him to share his pain in those passing moments.
It feels like an hour's gone by but both you and Taehyung just sit there on the couch hugging each other, both quietly crying for different reasons with no words spoken, but certainly lessening each other's burdens. You end up pulling yourself together much before he does, but you don't move an inch until he's gradually calmed himself down, only choosing to tilt your head back a little and look up at his face once his breathing stabilizes as close to normal as you could've guessed.
"Have you eaten anything today? Want me to order jjajangmyeon for us from your favorite spot?"
"Yeah, that'd be great" Taehyung croaks, eyes still closed while pulling in a sniffle to clear his sinuses.
A burst of energy recharges you seeing Taehyung respond positively to your proposal, a relief now that his speech sounds more coherent, although you've never seen him appear so exhausted. With him accepting the idea to eat a filling meal, you're sure he'll feel a lot better after, and with that, you slowly let yourself out of the embrace and grab your phone, quickly placing 3 jjajangmyeon orders through the app, an extra one for Jimin when he returns back from dance practice.
After another couple of glasses of water, Taehyung seems much more awake, his eyes ultimately opening up and taking in your full sight for the first time since you'd arrived. You greet him with a small smile but he just blankly stares at you, his eyes empty and void of the charm they so usually radiantly carry, his gaze lowering down to the carpet as he questions "What made you come here tonight?"
"Oh, I mentioned earlier how I'd left you texts and calls but you hadn't replied for a day, so I just got worried. It's unlike you to not even respond."
"I think my phone ran out of battery so I probably didn't even get half the things you sent."
After asking Taehyung if he remembers where he left his phone and quickly locating it by the tub in the restroom, you put it on charge, crack a window open for some fresh cool night air, and settle down on the couch again. At once when you're back sitting next to him, Taehyung instantly tumbles out "Why did you even worry for me? I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you. And we don't have to talk about this right now. Let's just get you better first—"
"No. I need to know."
You can't help but sigh, your lips shaking a bit by the way Taehyung's somber eyes meet yours and helplessly wait for a reply, urging you to share your concise yet truthful feelings.
"You were always my friend, Taehyung. I never stopped caring for you. Even if you didn't feel the same things for me."
Taehyung's downturned lips quiver uncontrollably at those words, his swollen nose pulling in another sniffle before he mumbles out "I'm sorry", struggling to hold himself back from another sob.
"I know you're sorry. I don't hold any grudges against you. We'll be fine with time" you reassure him with a comforting tone of voice, placing your hand on top of his and giving it a squeeze. He presses his lips together to stop them from quivering and nods in acknowledgment, resting his head back on the sofa without letting go of your hand.
A few more soundless minutes pass you by, the only noise breaking it being Taehyung's stomach rumbling with hunger here and there. You know for a fact you're not leaving him alone until Jimin comes back, but at the same time your mind's zooming with ideas on how you can help Taehyung pull himself out of this dangerous slope he's heading towards, until a seemingly considerate idea pops up in your head and you decide to voice it.
"How'd you feel if we went to a support group meeting for grief and dealing with the loss of a loved one? We'll go together. I want you to get better, Taehyung. I'm not going to allow you to fall even harder using alcohol and drugs. I know you're better than this."
Taehyung doesn't move or say anything in response, but you're sure he's heard you, so you give him some time to process what you'd just suggested. A knock on the door breaks the silence, temporarily divulging your attention to the visitor. A quick glance at the time and you know it couldn't have been Jimin, the practice usually running longer than this, but a soothing feeling relaxes your mind when you accept the food delivery at the door and begin unpacking the containers on the kitchen counter.
What you're unaware of is how Taehyung's dull eyes are only set on you ever since you'd gotten up from the couch, admiringly following you around and gratefully observing the way you're going out of your way to take care of him, even after everything he'd put you through, only a few hushed words despairingly escaping his mouth once you bring the jjajangmyeon over to him with a smile.
"I'll go with you. Thank you for saving me tonight, (y/n)."
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Hi, can I get a aftermath of Son of Dean x Hope Mikaelson x Josie Saltzman?
Dean Winchester walks down the hallway…
Dean: Y/N? Where are you?
Y/N stumbles out of his room, button up shirt a mess…
Y/N: hey dad
Dean: what happened to your-
Hope and Josie step out a second later, each pulling on him…
Hope: (whines) baby please come back
Josie: (whines) please. We’re not done with you yet!
Dean: I’ll come back later
The girls pull Y/N into the room again. Dean shakes his head and leaves…
#dean winchester#the winchesters#hope mikaelson#josie saltzman#danielle rose russell#vampire diaries#vampire lover#tribrid#kaylee kaneshiro#legacies cw#legacies#legacies incorrect quotes#legacies fanfiction#hope mikaelson x reader#Josie saltzman x reader#supernatural
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drabble #16 - gotcha in the nick of time
kai parker x reader | requested (ish)
summary: kai's out and alaric's seeking revenge. luckily, you find him right before it's too late.
tags: based on s2e13; no warnings
word count: 859
a/n: i've had this in my drafts since february! and am only posting it now bc a legacies!kai was requested. i'm not the biggest legacies fan, but i did watch the first season and a half of the second (a while ago), so i wrote a few things for it back then.
“Oh, you dork… what have you gotten yourself into?!” You manage to joke, not at all focusing on your heart that’s dropped to your toes. Twenty feet away is the love of your life, chained to a wooden post by none other than Hope Mikaelson. She had raced inside the school looking for Dorian, who would alert Alaric, but in the midst of their conversation, you were able to slip out of sight and into the old warehouse. It wasn’t news that Kai was out of the prison world, but your fellow teachers had been working hard at keeping the two of you apart. You doubt he even knows you’re right under his nose.
This doubt proves true when he looks up at the sound of your voice. Restless eyes soften immediately, and he stands up as straight as he can despite the chains. “Y/N… What are you doing here?”
You hurry towards him, done taking in his sight and now needing him in your arms. “I should be asking you that. How’d you get out?”
“My careless little niece didn’t keep a good enough eye on the ascendant when she got stuck there.” He pants, fighting his chains. Your hands are on him, looking for any give, but he still can’t touch you. “Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“How are you here? How did you know to find me here?”
“I work here.”
“What?!”
“I teach. I didn’t want to; I didn’t want to help Ric do shit after everything that happened, but when he asked, I figured I could keep an eye on him. Keep an eye on the twins. Try my best to prevent the merge, if it came time for that before I could get you out.” You grab a nearby board and sandwich it between the post and the chains, then start to pull. “Talk started going around lately… Josie was getting nosy about Gemini stuff; Ric was getting antsy about telling her anything. Dorian and Ric both have been keeping me in the dark about anything involving you. But then Ric sent Sebastian to the prison world, opening a can of worms, and then suddenly Hope runs in, saying she’s got you tied up down here, and I managed to slip out before either could notice. But something tells me Ric is on his way for revenge, so I need these damn chains to loosen so I can get you out.”
With one last rush of adrenaline, you finally pull them just enough to give him some wiggle room. He uses his heretic strength, albeit weakened, to break free, then immediately envelopes you in a hug. For a moment, you stumble, but he’s holding on so tight that there’s no way you’d fall. Kai kisses your forehead. The hairs of his beard tickle your skin, and you giggle.
“That’s new,” you mutter into his chest.
“Perk of this prison world that I didn’t have in the old one.” He finally releases his grip on you, but keeps a hold of your shoulders. “God, you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you.” Then his eyebrows arch. “Have you even aged?”
You pause, not sure how to break the news of your vampirism to him. “I, um, not really.”
In matters both lucky and unlucky, the sudden sound of footsteps down the hall interrupts your conversation.
“We have to go!” You grab his sleeve and begin pulling him out of the warehouse.
Kai follows, curious question forgotten. “Yes, quickly. Where to?”
“Anywhere.”
“But what about your job?”
“Fuck it. All I’ve ever wanted is to have you back; I’m not losing you again.”
“Well… I know a safe place we can lay low.”
“Take me there. I don’t need this job, or this life. I just need you.”
Dorian’s voice stops you in your tracks. For a brief moment, you listen. “Hope said he was here. She said he was chained.”
Alaric is armed with an axe. The sight makes you both swallow hard. “He was here all right. The chains are here, but definitely not holding him.” They share eye contact for a moment, then… “Where’s Y/N?”
“She was in her office when Hope came to get me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure. Would she really let him out? Even if he’d come for Josie and Lizzie?”
“She would do anything for him, no matter the cost. I should’ve taken better measures; I should’ve locked her up. Damn it!”
“Alright, so what’s next?”
“I’ve got a friend I can call who’s a hunter; the guy that found Raph and Landon when they ran away. But in the meantime, we need to lock up, and alert the students to be careful.”
“Guessing we should not tell them their teacher’s run off with your daughters’ crazy uncle?”
“Yeah… that would be best.”
You pull on Kai’s sleeve one more time, breaking his focus from the mens’ conversation.
“Come on,” you mutter, “let’s get the hell out of here.”
A million questions run through his head, but he’ll ask them later. For now, he just takes one more look at your face and smiles. “Okay.”
#malachai parker x reader#kai parker x reader#kai parker drabble#tvd fanfiction#legacies fanfiction#legacies!kai parker
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62 - Birthdays and Townies
Part 63
Family is More than Blood
Tag list - just ask to be added @vavafaure1994 @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35
Some mature content, 18+
Raelyn’s pov - London, England
I slightly started waking up feeling someone kissing up my neck causing me to giggle before I squint one eye open recognizing my husband. A huge smirk masks my face without even needing to look over at the man laying beside me. "Now I wonder who's bringing such a look to those lips."
Rolling on my side to face him I see he's mirroring the exact same smirk. The sunlight brightens his knotted blonde hair when he wraps his arms around my bare back tugging me forward so I'm pressed to his bare chest. "I must say I love being woken up like this, especially in England of all places."
“I’m happy I can make you smile that beautiful smile of yours. Although I still don’t see any reason why you are against me compelling Queen Elizabeth so that we could stay inside Buckingham Palace.” His morning voice trailed off when he pressed his lips to mine.
Laying one arm above my head I watched him slowly kiss down my body causing goosebumps to crawl up my body. “Just because you once ruled like royalty doesn’t mean that we can ransake a cas - ohhh Nik!”
“That’s one of the reasons. But the other is I'd just love to spoil my wife on her birthday.” He raised his head flashing me a huge grin that showed his dimples.
Leaning forward I kissed him and he smirked, kissing me slowly back. My fingers knotting themselves into his hair making him moan against me. The blankets started to fall but that wasn’t a concern to us at the moment. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his in a kiss deeper. He embraces me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later.
He ran his body over every inch of me he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room. This wasn’t our first time obviously but with Klaus it felt that way every single time.
Grabbing his shoulder blades I vamped him down onto his back knowing he slightly hated and loved when I forced him to not be in charge. Klaus threaded his head into my tousled blonde hair tugging on it before he broke the heated kiss simply staring into my eyes. “Let me spoil you, Rae Rae. You know birthdays are my favorite to celebrate.”
“Indeed I do, Nik. And I have to admit it's quite strange to not have the kids around during my birthday.” I chuckled tracing the tattoo on the front of his bare chest.
Klaus kisses my forehead before he connects our lips briefly once more. “You’ve yet to answer my question, love. How do you want to spend your birthday?”
“I eventually want to have dinner and go out on the town later tonight. But I have no desire to leave this bed at the moment if you know what I mean.” A cheeky smirk graced my lips when my gaze focused onto his bright blue orbs.
My hybrid husband suddenly flipped me back down onto my back causing a playfully fit of squealing and giggles to escape my lips. “Whatever my wife wants, she will get on her birthday.” Klaus bent his head down leaving kisses down my neck until he reached the crook of my neck, I moaned instantly when he kept kissing that particular spot.
Grabbing the sides of his face I pressed his forehead against my own. “How would you feel about blood sharing every year on our birthdays hmm?”
“I’ll do anything you ask, heretic queen.” He responded with his British accent sounding much deeper every morning when we had woken up like this. He tilted his head to the side giving me the ability to see his neck. My fangs slowly popped out when I bent my head down biting into the skin, feeling the savory taste of blood flowing down my throat. Nik gently gripped some locks of my hair needing some part of me to hold onto while he rocked his hips against mine. “Rae - Raelyn!”
I started to detach my fangs until he quickly yet softly pressed his fangs into my neck drinking my blood at the same time. “Mmmm Nik!” My words muffled against his neck until I had to release my fangs from his throat, overwhelmed by the desire and enjoyment.
Klaus drank a few more sips of my blood before he removed his sharp fangs. His eyes were slightly darker from what I could tell when our gazes got focused on one another, both of us heavily panting trying to calm our breathing even though we didn’t tire ourselves out much anymore. “I’d go through all the betrayal and torture for over a thousand years now that I know it all leads me to you, Raelyn.” Nik gently held my face in his hands.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Klaus…now how would you feel about a round two?” Draping my arms around his neck he showed me his usual smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist vamping us into the bathroom. Klaus smashed his lips upon mine with my back being pressed against the shower wall. I threaded my fingers into his already messy hair, our bodies molded together letting us get lost in our desires and the warm water.
We certainly made sure that our birthdays were full of activities.
Andrea’s pov - Mystic High
Staring out the window of the back seat of Ethan’s truck I felt like my mind was running a mile a minute. I was so nervous that going here and pretending to be human when three out of the four of us in this vehicle weren’t. Ethan and my cousin Missy offered to drive me and his sister Maya to school.
“I don’t know how long Henrik will be able to hide that he’s a hybrid like my father. I know he doesn’t want to hurt Stefanie.” Missy who was seated in the front passenger seat while Ethan drove us muttered out into the air.
He glanced over to her for a split second then looked back at the road ahead. “I mean we didn’t think we’d work out and we’ve still made it through this.”
“That's true. But none of us can understand the urges my brother has. The only person who can understand is our father.”
Maya finally said something entering their conversation. “Where are your parents right now, Missy? I thought they were the headmaster’s of the Salvatore School.”
“They still are. They just told me and my siblings that they’d be home in a few months. Apparently they’ve trying to build a European branch of the school.”
Maya snorts out a laugh. “Or they’re making some more babies.”
“Maya!” Ethan sharply snaps back at his sister. Missy blushed knowing what she meant and I shake my head with a hand covering my face knowing what she was referring to as well.
His sister shrugged her shoulders before we pulled into a parking spot letting us out to head inside the school. “I just think it’s obvious given the fact that there’s what like eight Mikaelson children running around this town.”
“On that note - uh have a good day.” Ethan nervously tapped the steering wheel while Maya and I got out of the truck and they drove off.
During my lunch break I changed into some gym shorts and a tea shirt that had the Mystic High School mascot heading to the team competition that would determine if I would or not be on the baseball team. Walking out onto the white base mount the coach stared at me waiting for me to pitch the ball to him. He had already seen how everyone was batting earlier in today's tryouts. Closing my eyes I gripped the softball in my right hand knowing I needed to keep my werewolf strength hidden. “You got this Andrea!” I heard one of the human friends I had made when we were heading to tryouts cheering me on. The person cheering me on was a simple human girl named Paige. She had curly ginger hair and light green eyes and was slightly taller than I was.
Blinking my eyes opened I shifted my feet finally throwing the ball towards the coach. When the ball made contact with his mit nearly causing the coach to fall backwards harshly on the dirt ground. “Oh my god. Coach Wilson I’m so sorry.” I quickly apologized hoping he wasn’t injured while he got up from the dirt.
“Don’t apologize, Lane.” He dusted off his jeans, walked over to me and shoved the ball back in my glove on my left hand. A proud smile crossed his face. “Welcome to the team. I’ll see you at practice on Monday.”
Paige came running over and nearly tackled me into the dirt where we started jumping up and down with so much excitement. “We both made the team!”
“I can’t really believe it! - wait a second, is that Dylan?” I jumped around with her till I noticed someone running towards us.
Dylan, was a Junior and human as well. He was wearing a cameo baseball cap backwards on his head hiding his naturally curly brown hair that I secretly found attractive. “Andrea! Maya’s biting a cheerleader.”
“She’s biting her!” Paige gasped with a look of disgust and horror crossing her features.
Grabbing Dylan by his shoulders I tried to keep a straight face considering neither of them knew what was really happening. “Where is she right now, D?”
“I saw her in the gym watching the cheerleaders practicing. She started talking to one of them before she suddenly shoved her against the wall and looked to be feeding on her somehow. You were the first people I thought to tell.”
“Come on. We’ve gotta stop her.” Bolting into a run my two friends followed after me, I knew we would be in serious trouble if one of the townies was killed by a newbie vampire.
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Summary
Mysteries are always enshrined in shadows, often never seeing the light no matter how much you try to shine into it. Oftentimes, the mysteries tend to take prisoners with them, whether physically or mentally–or even both. Josie and her Circle are tasked to investigate the disappearance of another Circle after they cut off all forms of contact with Candela. She figures this will be like all the other assignments she's been on, steadfast and quick–unfortunately, she is wrong.
once again, thank you to those who voted in my poll, I have some fabulous ideas cooking up for this au and I am v excited c:
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aesthetic for the Unrelated Legacies Fics series on ao3 by @terapsina
There are 12 so far and they're all Hope/Lizzie!
#hizzie#hope x lizzie#lizzie x hope#terapsina#legacies fanfiction#legacies fic#mine#as in the end product not the fic or the photos
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Old Enemy, New Possession
Backstory: You had gotten sexually involved with Rafael shortly after he had lost his girlfriend but ended things just before his first full moon. Landon was a kind and gentle soul, except when it came to you. As friendly as he was, his mood would always change around you, he despised you. This was solely because he knew that you didn’t truly care for Rafael, you just wanted him for sex and to feel less lonely. In fact, it was Landon who forced you to end things with his brother before Rafael simply decided to end things with you himself. You and Landon continue to loathe each other despite not having spoken to or seen each other since.
Summary: You were killed and you end up in limbo where you immediately run into the new ferryman, Landon Kirby. (takes place a year after 4x20)
Pairing: Landon Kirby x Female!Vampire Reader
Genre: Smut
Words: 5k+
Triggers: degrading, marking/biting, over-stimulation
Y/N’s eyes flutter open and you sit up, groggy and disoriented as you gaze around at your new surroundings.
‘Everything is dark and has a blue-ish hue to it.’ This is the first thought that crosses your mind as you get to your feet.
You walk through the woods until you end up in the small town that is Mystic Falls, still confused by your surroundings and unsure of what happened that put you here.
“Y/N?” You freeze at the sound of the voice, recognizing it immediately as someone from your past, yet you still turn around to see where it came from.
“Landon?” You’re still puzzled by everything but now, you’re getting nervous at the sight of Landon Kirby.
“Where am I? What’s going on?” You decide to speak up on your confusion now that you have come in contact with another person.
“You’re in limbo. If you’re here, that means you’ve died.” Landon tells you where you are before revealing that if you’re in limbo, it means you’re now dead.
His words hit like a train as you remember what had happened before you woke up in this place.
You run your hands through your long, wavy hair as you process the fact you’ve died, and have reunited with Landon as result.
“I’m going to be honest, I thought you’d be one of the first people I saw here but better late than never.” Landon’s voice is as bitter as it always was with you but now it sounds colder than you remember, which has you stare at him in confusion.
“What happened to you, Landon?” You speak in a soft, genuine tone while asking what happened to him, clearly concerned, but he just smirks at you in response.
“You’re going to need a drink if you want to hear what I’ve been up to these past two years, Y/N. Come on, I’ll take you to my bar.” Landon simply tells you that you’ll need a drink in order to hear his story then motions for you to follow him as he claims that he’ll take you to his bar.
You’re still confused and are unsure if this is the Landon Kirby that you remember but you follow him anyway, wanting to know what he’s been up to.
He takes you to the bar under the clock-tower and motions for you to take a seat as he walks behind the bar.
“What do you drink?” Landon asks you what you drink as he places a glass in front of you then one in front of himself.
“Whiskey.” you give him an answer and he grabs a bottle of whiskey, opens it, then pours it in the two glasses.
“So, when did you drink? And become a bartender?” You look around the bar as you wonder when Landon started drinking as well as when he became a bartender but he just chuckles.
“That part of my life comes closer to the end of the story.” Landon’s response infuriates you for some reason but you take a deep breath to calm down before taking a sip of the drink that he had poured for you.
So, Landon starts at the beginning, telling you everything about Rafael, Hope, the Salvatore School, and all the things that led up to his death and being in limbo.
You stare at him in shock, completely overwhelmed by everything that he’s just shared and you struggle to process it all, but the biggest pill for you to swallow is that Landon is now soulless.
Downing your drink in one gulp, you help yourself to another glass and down that one as well in order to help you process all of the information you just got.
“I told you that you were going to need a drink.” Landon gives you an ‘I told you so’ with a smug tone in his voice, which sparks your anger but you hide it.
“So, you’re the ferryman and run limbo while being soulless?” You’ve seemed to have processed most of what he told you but you still can’t seem to wrap your head around this, mainly his lack of soul, which he seems to notice.
“Well, I’m not soulless, I just lack some of my empathy. For now, anyway.” Landon corrects you, saying that he simply lacks some of his empathy before adding an implication that all of his empathy will fade and he’ll actually be soulless eventually.
“But what about you, Y/N? What have you been up to these past two years?” Landon changes the subject to you, wanting to know what you’ve been up to, but you look away from him evasively.
“Have you been spending the past two years of your life shacking up with every grieving man that might want you?” Landon has faux-sympathy in his voice, making it clear to you that he’s still holding onto what you did and assumes you’ve spent your life doing the same to other people.
However, his tone of voice has you crossing your legs as you sit on the bar stool, feeling a certain appeal to him talking to you this way.
“No, I haven’t. Shortly after we broke contact, I got involved in the wrong crowd and I got killed but I didn’t die. At least, not permanently. After I woke up, I was told that I was in transition to being a vampire and I was forced to feed. I had been adapting to vampirism ever since until I died again.” you share your story with Landon, revealing that you’re now a vampire, after admitting that you haven’t done to anyone else what you did to his brother.
Landon stares at you for a long moment and you stare back, trying to figure out what emotions are currently in his eyes but the only emotion you see is embarrassment before you start staring into his eyes.
You have never realized how pretty his eyes were yet then again, you were too involved with Rafael to even pay attention to Landon.
You see his eyes scan down to your hands, which are promptly on your glass, and you suspect that you’ve made him uncomfortable.
“I don’t see any jewelry on you. I assume that means you were never given a daylight ring.” Landon takes note of the lack of jewelry you have then makes the assumption that you weren’t given a daylight amulet.
“No, I was given a daylight bracelet. It was removed before I was killed.” you reveal that you did have a daylight amulet but it was taken off before you were killed and he hums lowly in response.
You feel your legs pressing themselves closer together, despite being cross-legged, due to his low hum and you have to bite your tongue to hold back a whimper.
‘What the hell is he doing to me?’ you ask yourself a question that you don’t even have the answer to, but all you know is that you want to hear more of his voice.
“Well, if you’re the ferryman then surely you can send me on my way to peace.” Your words have Landon glaring at you in return, making you as nervous as you were when you first reunited with him.
“You’re right, Y/N, I am the ferryman. Although I’m confused on what made you believe that I was going to be sending you to peace.” Landon confirms that he is the ferryman yet expresses his confusion on when he gave the impression he’d send you to peace.
His expression is dark and his tone low but slightly aggressive, which has you subtly squirm in your seat as you bite your tongue again.
It becomes clear to you that Landon has officially detected your discomfort towards him, so he puts on a lighter expression with a fake smile.
“You know what, how about I show you where I’m staying. You’ll stay with me.” Landon suggests that he shows you where he’s living and makes it direct that you’ll stay there with him.
Against your better judgment, you stand to your feet and follow him out of the bar, letting him take you to his place.
“Now, I was staying at the school but I decided to get an apartment for fun.” Landon explains that was formerly staying at the boarding school but chose to get an apartment simply for the hell of it as the two of you walk inside.
“It’s a nice place.” You compliment the apartment as he closes the door behind him, still very uncomfortable by the fact that Landon doesn’t seem to have any intentions of letting you go to peace.
You turn around to face him, only to see that he’s started walking closer to you, and you can’t help but get nervous, especially when you can see nothing but anger in his eyes.
“Um, why aren’t you going to send me to peace?” Despite your nervousness and his anger, you start backing up as you choose to ask him why he won’t send you to peace.
He raises his eyebrows as an incredulous look crosses his face, seeming surprised by your question.
“You did not just ask me that.” Landon emphasizes ‘not’ as he voices his disbelief of your words.
He grabs you by the waist in order to spin you around and walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall.
“As the ferryman, I say who does and who doesn’t go to peace. So, what makes you think that I will send you to peace after what you did?” Landon’s face goes dark, as does his tone, while reaffirming that he’s the ferryman and because of it, he decides who stays and who goes before wondering why you think you’d go to peace, bringing up what you did again.
You press your legs together yet again, feeling a throbbing sensation course through your body this time, as he gently places hand around your throat.
Your breathing hitches as you try not to show what he’s doing to you but it doesn’t take long before he distinguishes that what he thought was discomfort is actually attraction.
“Hmm, it looks like you’re enjoying my lack of intentions in letting you leave.” Landon hums lowly again before being vocal about how your body language has caught his attention.
You look away evasively once again as you try to get out of his grasp but he removes the arm around your waist and begins slowly pressing his body against yours, making you squirm more.
“How would you feel if I did this?” Landon moves his free hand down to pull your legs apart, so they’re no longer pressed together, and quickly places his thigh in between them to make sure you can’t press them back together.
A whimper tears its way through your lips at the feeling of his jeans in between your bare legs and hovering close to your underwear.
Landon gives another low hum in response to your whimper, causing you to do it again.
He removes his hand from around your throat and gently places it in your hair before harshly tugging it back so you can look up at him.
“You’re still a dirty little whore, aren’t you Y/N?” Landon smirks, realizing that you haven’t changed a bit as you moan and bite your lip at the degradation in his question.
Removing his hand from your hair, he uses his body to pin you back to the wall then presses his thigh further between your legs, causing you to gasp at the feeling and discern just how much you want him right now.
“I think I can work with that. You see, the only thing I feel when I look at you is anger and hatred so I’m going to use this time to take my frustrations out on you, is that something you’ll be okay with?” Landon believes he can work with your needy behavior before he reveals that he only feels anger with you then leans closer to your face, whispering, as he confesses to wanting to remove his frustration on you, and proceeding to purr in your ear to ask if you’ll be okay with what he wants to do to you.
You shudder at his words, attempting to press your legs together only to get blocked by his thigh, which has you whimper once more.
“I, uh… mm.” you try talking to him so you can give an answer, but he makes you moan again by applying more pressure between your legs, implying he isn’t currently taking no for an answer.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?” Landon doesn’t hold back when he asks you this very straightforward question, causing you to stare at him for a long moment.
‘Holy shit, did he just say that? That word sounds so hot leaving his mouth. I want him to say that word again.’ These were just some of the thoughts that crossed your mind after he asked you this but a definitive answer of yes or no weren’t in any of them.
Unfortunately, the part of your mind that cares about your physical needs answers first by nodding desperately before you could actually give him one, not that it matters as you quickly register that your answer was going to be yes anyway.
He smiles at you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, before he places his forehead against yours and dropping the smile.
“I don’t believe you. If you want it, you’re going to have to show me.” Landon’s breath feels hot against your mouth as he admits that he doesn’t believe you want him and that he wants you to show him.
You breathe in deeply, getting a taste of his breath in the process, which smells of various alcohols but mostly whiskey and a hint of strawberry.
“How?” this is the only thing that leaves your lips, as it is the most important question because he won’t fuck you until you show him that you want him to.
“Move against my thigh. I want to see how desperate you get.” Landon tells you what he wants you to do then slightly lessens the pressure that he placed on your underwear to allow you to move as he admits to wanting to see your desperation.
You keep your eyes locked on his lips as you start to grind down on his thigh, increasing your pace by the second.
Feeling him reapply the pressure he had lessened, you whine while continuing to grind on his thigh and keeping your eyes on his mouth.
You clench your legs together as you grind in an attempt to get more friction, and also try to ignore how wet you are from doing this.
Landon places a hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, causing you to clutch onto his jacket sleeve as you start to feel a throbbing sensation course through your body again.
Your grip on his jacket sleeve gets tighter as do your legs, along with the inside of your body, and you comprehend that you’re close to the edge with just this but something holds you back.
Landon stares at you in amusement, seeming to know that you’re close, then places his lips on yours as he applies more pressure with his thigh and with that, you lose it.
You moan in his mouth, still tightly gripping his sleeve, as you start losing balance but he keeps you pinned to the wall so you won’t collapse to the ground.
The kiss breaks and you have to catch your breath, feeling that your underwear is now soaked but to your surprise, even after you already came, Landon continues to rub his thigh up against you.
“What’re you doing?” You decide to ask him what he’s doing, now that you’ve caught your breath, yet he simply smirks at you in response.
“You’re clearly enjoying this. And because I’m enjoying watching you become a pathetic mess, I want to see how many times I can make you cum with just this.” Landon points out how much you’re enjoying riding his thigh then adds that because he’s finding enjoyment in your desperation, he wants to see how many times you can fall over the edge with just his thigh.
Your eyes close when you whine at the degradation, although you’re not sure why as he’s insulted you many times in the past but this time it feels different.
“Please, just fuck me.” you beg him to fuck you already as you start grinding on his thigh again, your eyes still closed.
“Begging already? Poor little slut, I’m not even close to wanting to fuck you.” Landon’s tone has faux-sympathy in it again, like it did earlier when he made the assumption of what you had been doing for the past two years, and he also degrades you again, which earns a whimper from your lips this time, as he implies that he doesn’t want to fuck you until a lot later.
You don’t know what’s wrong, if it’s you, your body, Landon’s new found confidence, or maybe, it’s all of the above but you’re desperate for him in a way you’ve never felt for anyone before, and all you want is for him to be inside of you but that doesn’t seem like it will happen for a long while.
Landon has taken up slowly moving his thigh in sync with your grinding, causing you to lose some of your senses and cum an unknown amount of times, you’ve lost track after the third time or maybe it was the fourth, all you know is feeling.
“Look at that, you ruined my pant leg.” Landon’s voice snaps you out of your daze when he tells you to look at his jeans and you discover that he has your hips pinned to the wall so you can’t move them anymore.
You glance down at his jeans and sure enough, his one pant leg is ruined, even though you can feel that you’re still wearing underwear.
“I, um…” you attempt to speak but he quickly shushes you with a deep kiss, having you moan as you taste his breath again.
“It’s okay, I don’t care about it.” Landon soothes you by saying he doesn’t care about his pant leg as one of his hands rubs your hair.
You start to grind your hips, even though his thigh isn’t between your legs anymore, yet he stops you from doing so.
“Oh no, we’re done with that.” Landon assures you that you’re done with riding his thigh as he places his hand on your cheek.
You can’t help but shudder when you actually feel his hand on your skin and it’s freezing cold, colder than your skin.
He had touched your cheek with his hand before but you weren’t paying attention as you were on the verge of going over the edge for the first time.
“Your hand is ice cold.” you whisper your recognition of how cold his hand is against your heated skin.
“I’m sure it is, compared to your skin.” Landon shrugs off the comment, assuming that the reason his hand is cold to the touch for you is because he heated up your body.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” You change the subject back to him fucking you, staring at him with hopefulness and desperation, since he said that you were done with thigh riding.
“Not yet. I have something else in mind first.” Landon denies that he’s going to fuck you, causing you to whine at his refusal, yet he adds that he something else in mind.
His words have your body igniting in anticipation, curious as to what he’s going to do to you, even though you should be worn out due to the amount of times you came from riding his thigh.
Landon catches you getting excited by his words, having him tuck your hair behind your ear in order to whisper in it.
“You are such an insatiable little slut, Y/N.” You moan as Landon degrades you while feeling his hot breath on your ear.
He kisses your neck, which makes you identify that although his breath is hot, his lips on your skin are cold but you enjoy the feeling on your skin.
You feel his hands run down the back of thighs before he wraps your legs around his waist, still kissing your neck.
“This shirt does not go with this skirt.” Landon whispers into your neck as he voices his distaste towards your sweater and tells you it doesn’t go with the skirt you’re wearing.
Before you can retort, his hands slide underneath your shirt and lifts it over your head, your arms subconsciously going in the air as he removes your sweater.
You can’t hold in your moans as he starts kissing your neckline, feeling his tongue and the small grazes of his teeth on your skin.
“Landon, please.” A whimpered beg escapes your lips, pleading him to continue what he’s doing, yet this has him stop.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He whispers into your mouth that you shouldn’t worry and that he’ll take care of you then proceeds to give you another deep kiss that makes your head spin.
You’re not sure what you want anymore, for Landon to keep kissing you, for him to keep kissing your body, or for him to actually fuck you, and the problem is you want all of it but he seems keen on only giving you one of those things as he eventually stops kissing your lips and goes back to your body.
He places your legs back on the ground as he goes lower down your body and despite the fact you’re dead, as well as a vampire, you can feel him leaving marks on you with his teeth.
You detect him focusing on the left side of your rib cage where your heart is for a little longer than he did the rest of you until he stops.
Whimpers emit from your mouth when he stops kissing your body, earning a breathy laugh from him that allows you to sense his hot breath on your skin.
“Shh, it’s okay.” he shushes you, saying that it’s okay, before he takes his right index finger, hovers it over the part he’d been focusing on earlier, and drags it down your rib cage.
You yelp in surprise at what he’s doing before it turns to moans at the sensation it sends through your veins.
Landon smirks victoriously at what he’s done then places a kiss on his work, sending a chill down your spine as he does.
“Please.” you whimper out a plea, although you’re not entirely sure for what, but it seems to spark something in Landon that causes him to bite down on your rib cage.
An electric feeling courses through you, further igniting your pleasured head-space, as you release a loud, unintelligible groaning noise at the sensation of his teeth completely pressed against your flesh.
Landon removes his teeth then proceeds to press gentle kisses on and around where he bit you, his teeth having left an imprint on your skin.
You feel something dripping down your inner thighs and you conclude that what he did had made you cum, which he realized as well, since he starts kissing your inner thighs to clean it up.
He plants small kisses, making his way back up your physique before stopping in front of your face, and then, without warning, puts your legs back around his waist.
“Do you think you’re worthy of being fucked now? Or are you still a desperate little whore?” Landon wonders if you think you’re worthy of being fucked or if you want more of what he’s been giving you, grinding his hips into you.
You whimper at the feeling of him pressed between your legs once again while you wrap your legs around him in response to the degrading but you’re too far into your pleasured head-space to actually think so you just nod.
“Which one, Y/N? Use your words, slut.” Landon has a gentle tone when he asks you which one you want then grips your chin to make you look at him, his voice changing to harsh, then degrades you again as he demands that you use your words.
You simply wrap your legs tighter around him in response to his words while moaning at the manhandling.
He gives you a look that should intimidate you but all want is more pleasure at this point, so everything he says and does just makes you want more of him.
You open your mouth to try to answer his question, only for whines to leave your lips, revealing to him that you don’t care anymore and he smiles at this development.
“I have to admit, I’m very much enjoying how insatiable you are. Let’s see if it matches mine, shall we?” Landon expresses his enjoyment in the fact you want more then suggests that they compare your insatiable nature to his.
Not actually knowing what he’s suggesting, you just moan at the sound of his voice then nod in agreement to his words, assuming that whatever he said meant more pleasure.
He kisses your mouth deeply before going to your neck then goes further down, removing your legs from his waist so he can kiss down your torso.
Landon stops when his face is between your legs then places his hands under your bra, his nails touching your skin, and drags them down your stomach, earning a loud moan from you.
Every time you think that you can’t get wetter by any of his actions, he surprises you, and he does so again when he teases you by kissing your ruined underwear, having you grip at the wall behind you with one hand and run the other hand through your hair in order to grasp then pull it back out of pleasure.
You feel him hike your skirt up and pin your hips to the wall, most likely to ensure you won’t move them, as his tongue continues to tease you.
“Landon.” A whimper of his name rips its way out of your mouth as he moves your panties to the side causing him to place a gentle kiss on your now bare pussy.
You whine at the sensation of his cold lips pressed up against that part of you and you attempt to move your hips for more but he’s pinning them to the wall.
He marks up your inner thighs, gliding his teeth across your skin, before doing the same to your pussy.
You struggle in trying to squirm and grind your hips against his lips as he continues to keep your hips pinned to the wall.
His cold lips, hot tongue, and the grazing of his teeth on your bare pussy was too much but became even more so when he soon found your clit, causing your legs to start trembling as you cum.
Landon keeps doing what he’s doing, even though cum is now dripping down your thighs, furthering the over-stimulation and your pleasured head-space.
“Such a desperate, needy little thing, aren’t you?” Landon mutters into your body as he makes his way back up to your face and you moan at his words.
He wraps your legs around his waist again while your legs are still trembling then starts heatedly kissing your lips as he takes off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.
You can taste yourself as the two of you are kissing before he abruptly stops.
Landon strokes your face with one of his hands before removing your back from the wall and while still having your legs around him, walking towards then placing you on the bed.
So used to being against the wall, you let out a gasp of shock when you feel the soft, plush sheets underneath you.
He takes his shirt off and although you should be worn out by now, you’re not, instead your body is buzzing in anticipation as you realize that more pleasure is to happen.
“Do you think you’re ready to be fucked now, Y/N?” Landon moves one of his hands between your legs and makes two of his fingers dance along your clit as he wonders if you believe you’re ready to be fucked.
Chills travel down your spine at the contact of his cold fingers dancing along your clit as it causes you to begin squirming for more.
You get hit with a case of uncontrollable moans and whimpers as he slides his two fingers inside of you then slowly moves them in and out before dragging them across your pussy, toying with it.
Your back arches while you continue to moan and squirm as he puts his fingers back in you.
He proceeds to finger you until your clit starts getting sensitive, which is when he stops.
Even though a part of you wants to stop, the rest of you wants to be fucked despite how overstimulated and sensitive your body is.
Landon grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach then drags his nails down your back, leaving scratches while making you whimper.
You keep whimpering as he kisses your back, leaving hickeys and other marks on it to go with the scratches he left.
You can hear him undo his belt then jeans before he lifts your hips off the bed so you’re now face down with your ass in the air.
He places his fingers into you once more then removes them and drags his fingers down your spinal cord, marking you with your own cum.
Spreading your legs just enough, you feel him glide his dick along your clit before he slowly but finally slides himself inside of you.
You squeal, squirm, and grip the sheets as you deduce that every part of his body is just ice cold compared to yours.
He released a moan as you tightened around him upon penetrating you that made you shiver.
Moving out of you until it’s just tip, Landon then grasps your hair tightly and without warning, harshly thrusts into you with all he has, forcing a loud whine from you.
With every harsh thrust, it’s like you can hear every story that relates to the anger he’s felt and all the frustration he has.
Landon is merciless in fucking you, taking his free hand, wrapping it around your throat, and pulling you up to him so your back is against his chest while you’re both kneeling.
Every now and then, Landon will grip your hair tighter or slightly choke you, as he keeps hitting the spot that keeps you falling over the edge.
You can’t stop coming in this position but you’ve reached the point where you can no longer make noise and your mind is completely blank, all you’re officially capable of is coming and feeling Landon’s body behind you.
He removes his hand from your neck and touches the part of your rib cage that he bit earlier, tracing the work with one of his fingertips, spelling the letters LK, which reveals that he had branded you with his initials.
After Landon has vented all, or at least most, of his frustrations on you, he lies on the bed, holding you close to his chest and gently plays with your hair while you sleep.
You smile in content at the situation you’re in, deciding that Landon Kirby is what you’ve been waiting for your whole life even when you didn’t know or want to admit it.
“You’re mine now, Y/N.” Landon whispers a possessive statement about you being his before pressing a kiss on your hair while still playing with it.
All you do is subtly nod in agreement and you discover that you are now addicted to the ferryman.
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Siren Song- Jed
Summary: In which the gang has discovered a siren amongst the waters of Mystic Falls, but only because Jed was the only one who could hear her song.
Warnings: some angst, slightly mean!reader, mentions of hunting, a little agression from reader
Word Count: 3.3k+
Pairing/Characters: Jed x mermaid!reader, hope mikealson, Landon Kirby, Kaleb, M.G., Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman, Alaric Saltzman,
Prompt: “Can you do a mermaid reader fic set the the show legacies? And can it be mermaid reader x Jed?” -anon / “ If you still take requests and if you do can you do a Legacies Jed maybe Like a fluff?” -anon
A/N: I’m still trying to figure out the other parts to my other Jed fic, I’m just not sure what to do with it at this point:/ if anyone has any suggestions please let me know! I also decided to combine the two and knock two birds out with one stone! This might have to have a second part, it depends on how well this one does.
New masterlist| prompt list| color prompts| buy me a ko-fi!!
No one at the Salvatore Boarding School ever thought they would come face to face with a real mermaid, let alone a siren. Sure the students had heard stories about sirens from headmaster Saltzman, but they never thought they’d meet one. These students had fought loads of different monsters that emerged from Malivore, all of them having been forgotten by society. In a way, this was kind of like that but without all the killings.
It was a rather hot day at the school so of course the only way to not die of heat stroke was to have a pool day. Kaleb was grilling some burgers, someone was blasting music through a speaker they had got their hands on, and the teens were basking in the rays of sun. It wasn’t every day that they got to be ‘normal’ teenagers, so for once in their lives they grasped the day by it’s handles and just prayed to god that it never ended. That’s how some of them felt, Jed on the other hand was about to dig is eardrums out of his head. It wasn’t the music playing through the speaker that had his ears bleeding, it was the sound of a humming that was coming from far out in the distant.
Jed has no idea how he heard it, but he did and it was the most annoying thing on the planet. He was trying to enjoy the day with his friends, forget about all the troubles for once, but this was just absolutely dreadful. Standing up from the pool angrily, the werewolf threw on a t-shirt and shoes and decided against his best intentions that he would follow the sound and see where it takes him. His friends watched as he hastily walked through the trees, mumbling to himself that he was losing his mind and hearing things that no one else could hear.
His friends followed him, abandoning their carefree day and wondering behind the wolf to see where he would lead them. Though they tried to call out his name to get his attention, it seemed it didn’t matter as he just walked farther and farther along until they all reached the lake that was infamous for it’s summer parties.
Jed stopped at the edge of the water, looking out into it as if he was waiting for someone- or rather something- to emerge from the depths of the water.
Out of curiosity, Kaleb came up from behind, clapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. It seemed to work, the boy turning to his friend with a shocked expression on his face.
“Man, why did you walk all the way out here for?” Kaleb was worried for his friend, it wasn’t like him to just up and wonder around aimlessly.
Jed looked at the vampire with almost dead eyes, as if he had been drawn there without knowing it. Without saying a word he turned his attention back to the water, where ripples began to form and the shadow of what looked like a person moved under the lake. Everyone watched as the shadow moved gently and delicately, not knowing it was being watched.
Y/N, the shadow being watched closely, had no clue that a werewolf had heard her song from so far away. If someone had heard her song it meant that they were meant to be together, they were what some would call ‘mates’. Never in a million years did she think she would find her mate, but she would be surprised in just a few minutes. Poking her head out of the water she began to make her way to the edge of the lake, her tail splashing against the water with every movement.
The group of teens watched as the scene unfolded in front of them and they finally saw what was under the water. It was a mermaid, no- it was a siren.
As if on cue, Y/N began to sing without knowing that the teens were only a few feet away from her. The sound of her voice grew Jed in closer again, this time he walked around the edge of the lake until he was where the siren was. Y/N was too lost in the song to realize that there was now a werewolf standing above her.
When she heard the crunching of leaves and twigs her eyes snapped open, eyes widening and then dilating. Fear coursed through her veins which causes her fangs to unsheathe themselves, along with her talons. Y/N hissed at the stranger, moving back as quickly as her body would let her. The team noticed this and rushed over to where Jed and the mermaid were, all of them getting ready for a fight. What they didn’t notice though was the fact that the girl in the water was absolutely terrified about all the people that were suddenly around her.
Jed had snapped out of the trance, his eyes refocusing and finally realizing where he was. “What-what is going on?” He looked around, confused as to what had happened and why he couldn’t remember walking all the way out to the woods. His friends looked at him as if they expected him to just automatically remember what he was doing and why they all walked out so far.
Y/N was still sitting there in the water watching all of them, wondering what they were going to do to her. If they were like any of the other humans, or even supernatural creatures, they’d try to capture her and sell her.
Josie was the first to make a move and step closer to the mermaid. She reached her hand out gently, showing that she wasn’t a threat. This eased Y/N’s anxiety a little bit, but not enough. “It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you.” Josie’s voice was soft, as if she were talking to a child. Her head turned to the group who was trying to put a game plan together. “You brought our friend to you, we just wanted to know why.”
Y/N’s tail was still swishing behind her vigorously, but she had a weird gut feeling that she could trust the girl talking to her. Her talons retracted and she felt her fangs sink back into her gums. Y/N’s y/e/c eyes looked back between Josie and the other teens. Her gaze landed on Jed, who coincidently turned to look at her in return. Their eyes locked, a weird fuzzy feeling swarming in both of their chests. It then hit the mermaid that the only reason why Jed heard her song and the rest of his friends didn’t is because he was her mate.
This had to be wrong.
As fast as she could, Y/N moved her hand in front of her face and vanished from their sight. Though they couldn’t see her, they heard the swishing of water as she dove further into the lake. Josie looked back at the group, confused and unsure of what to do.
Seeing as though Y/N was not a danger to her or anyone else, the teens decided it was best to head back to school and figure out what to do next. While Jed’s friends were walking away he just stood there, waiting for her to resurface. There was no luck. Huffing in defeat, Jed followed after his friends.
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Once the group arrived back to the school they were met with an angry headmaster. “What have I said about leaving the grill unattended? You’re luck the school didn’t burn down and that Wade turned it off before one of the kids got to it.” Oh he was angry. Simple things like this are what can set Mr. Saltzman over the edge sometimes, and this is just one of those times.
As he went to lecture the teens further he noticed how everyone seemed shaken up almost. He asked them what was wrong, and was surprised by what they told him. The adult quickly ushered his students inside and led them to the library. Sure he had come in contact with Sirens before, when the twins were still very young, but those sirens were different. They didn’t have tails and they were being used by ‘The Devil’ and doing his bidding.
“Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Hope asked as she watched her teacher go digging through books until he found one he was looking for. He flipped page after page until he found the picture of a mermaid, then flipped it around to verify with the kids that this what they saw.
Lizzie rolled her eyes as her dad started rambling on about how the sirens that he’s encountered never had tails, but did like the water, how they didn’t have talons or fangs, it went on for a little bit before the other twin interjected. “So what if this siren is different than those two that tried to kill us when we were little? Did you see how scared she was when she saw us? There’s no way she’ll ever come near us.”
All eyes landed on Jed, who had zoned out yet again. Jed snapped out of his trance and looked up to everyone staring at him. “I think I need to go back out there.” He said looking between all his friends. They all had a ‘why the hell would you want to do that’ look, plastered on their faces. “I felt something out there, when I looked at her. Not when I was in that trance, but when I actually looked at her.” He sighed as he realized no one else is going to understand what he was saying because they didn’t feel it.
There was a small pause between all the chatter, no one really knowing what to say since this was such an odd situation. Hope was the first one to speak up, which was not a surprise to anyone. “If you want to go back out there we’ll support you on it.” With that being the only thing said the group went to put an emergency bag together just in case this mystery girl came out of the water ass-naked.
While the teens were headed back to the lake, Y/N was drying herself off and getting ready to book it back to the main road and skip town. If the word got out that she had been spotted then all the people that had been after her before would definitely be coming after her again.
The thoughts of that strange boy being her mate kept making her stomach churn, in both good and bad ways. She didn’t want a mate, she never wanted out mainly because she always had the idea that they would never truly love her. She’s spent her life on the run, hiding from hunters and black market dealers. There weren’t very many sirens like her anymore, so catching one meant big bucks for the capture.
Once Y/N was ready to go she started making her way through the forest, trying to stay as quiet as she could just in case there were other things out in the woods. Before she could head out on the road she had to grab her belongs from the hotel she was staying in, seeing as though she didn’t want to leave any evidence of her being here behind.
Lost in her own train of though, the siren hadn’t even realized that she was about to cross paths with the group of teens again, who were not going to be ready to see a fully dressed siren wondering around the woods. Y/N’s head perked up as soon as she heard the crunching of leaves growing louder and louder. Before she could try to find a place to hide she was met face to face with her mate and his friends, all of them holding a bit of surprise in their faces as they saw her standing in front of them.
“You- you can walk.” Jed stuttered out.
Y/N scoffed, “Of course I can walk, and I can talk.” The tone in her voice was anything but friendly, a little warning sign for them to back off. When the group didn’t say anything, Y/N started to walk past them, hoping that they’d just let her go in peace.
How she was wrong.
As she started to walk past Jed had had reached out and grabbed her wrist, a rookie mistake for anyone who didn’t know how insanely strong a siren was. Without hesitation Y/N turned around, hand landing flat against the werewolf’s chest. It was a flat handed punch of sorts, strong enough to send Jed flying a few feet away from her. The group watched as she did it so effortlessly, not even batting an eye as Jed struggled to regain his breathe and get up.
For whatever reason, whether it was the mating bond or just the growing feelings for the girl, Jed was seeing stars and not just from how hard he had just hit his head.
“What the hell was that for? We weren’t going to hurt you!” Lizzie yelled angrily, throwing her hands up in the air. Y/N shrugged.
“I do not like being touched, and I do not like any of you.” She stated simply. “Now, if you don’t mind.” As she went to make her way past them again, Hope stood in her way, a sarcastic grin on her face.
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere till you tell us why Jed is the only one who’s able to hear your siren song.” The Tribrid crossed her arms over her chest as she awaited an answer.
Sighing, Y/N looked back at Jed who was standing up and making his way back to his friends. The siren looked back at the teens with a straight face. “He can hear my siren song because, unfortunately for the both of us, he is my mate.”
There were small gasps from the group, but noy from Jed. When Y/N looked back at the young wolf he was smiling, like he was actually happy about the announcement.
“You’re my mate? No wonder I was in such a daze, I mean of course it was probably your siren song, but I could feel the bond and how close you were and all I wanted to do was to just come find you-” Jed’s ranting was caught off by Y/N putting her hand in the air to get him to shut up.
“You’re happy about this? Wouldn’t you rather be with someone of your own kind? A fellow werewolf?” Y/N questioned.
Jed shook his head as he took a bold step forward to the girl, “I’m just happy I found you, I never thought I’d find my mate.” If it weren’t for the fact that everyone else was around the two mates, Jed probably would have tried to kiss Y/N, but he knew it was much too soon for that. Plus, she’d probably throw him against a tree again.
There was a silence as no one had any clue of what to say, but one thing was for sure and everyone’s stomachs were growling for the barbequed food they had left behind at the school.
Kaleb clapped his hands together to gain everyone’s attention, “Why don’t we head back to the school, get something to eat, and you two can uh- sort this whole thing out. Sound like a plan?” Before anyone could say anything he started walking back in the direction of the school, the others following behind him.
Y/N was going to wait till they were far enough ahead and then make a run for it, but when she went to turn around she hit her face straight into Jed’s chest. The boy was smiling down at her, which was kind of creepy in a way, but he couldn’t help it. Jed started walking behind his friends, and reluctantly Y/N followed them.
Reaching the school felt like it took hours since they were all so hungry, but as soon as they reached the grill where all the food was still warm it felt well worth the wait. Everyone started to fill their plates, talking and passing food. Though Y/N was hungry, she didn’t want to eat anything that was handed to her just in case they were trying to drug her or something. Instead, she went to the deep end of the pool and sat at the edge, her shoes discarded behind her as she dipped her feet in the water. She sighed in relief as she let the coolness of the water calm her down.
Unlike most mermaids who don’t have control of when they shift into the fishy form, Y/N did. She was old and had learned many spells that had helped her gain control of her shifting over the years. She closed her eyes and imagined she was home, deep in the ocean where no one could find her, where it was quiet calm. She hated the land, the people there were too greedy for their own good.
Her peace was disturbed as Jed sat next to her, water splashing as his feet were submerged into the water. Y/N opened her eyes, narrowing them at the boy. She knew it was a bit irrational to be so angry over something so small, but she was just angry at everything at the moment. Jed smiled as he handed her plate of food, hoping that she’d takt it. It took a little nudge, but eventually Y/N took the food and slowly started to eat bits and pieces of it.
“You know, if you don’t want to talk about it right now, we don’t have to. I just want you to know that I’d really like to get to know you, and for you to get to know me. I can feel the mistrust, the anxiety, but we’re not going to hurt you.” There was a pause as he looked into Y/N’s eyes, really meaning his next words, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Y/N was silent as she looked down at her plate of food, most of it already gone and she hadn’t even realized. Jed chuckled softly, knowing that she was probably starving deep down.
“I do not trust anyone.” Y/N said slowly, which caught the rest of the group by surprise. “Many people, supernatural or not, want to hunt me, kill me, or sell me. I do not trust anyone.” Y/N’s eyes glanced up for a split second, just long enough to see the sadness that rested on everyone’s features.
Jed gently put his hand on Y/N’s knee, and thankfully she didn’t move back from him. “We won’t let anything happen to you.” He smiled softly, the action warming Y/N’s cold heart just enough to make her smile a little bit.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, to have a mate that was a werewolf. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to stick around and see what happens. Just maybe.
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BLOOD LIKE POISON (III)- LEGACIES
Summary: Faith Mikaelson has always felt different from her sister. She felt as if there was ominous inside of her that she was sure Hope didn't feel. After losing their parents the two siblings became a lot closer. Whether it was the fact that they didn't want to risk losing each other as well or because they realized that they only had each other left, they did everything they could to protect each other. But things get a lot more difficult when a creature named Malivore starts sending monsters to the Salvator boarding school which forces the students to fight the monsters in order to protect themselves. During this inevitable battle, Faith finds someone who she ends up making an unexpected connection with and she finds out that she may not be as alone as she originally thinks.
wc: 4.4k
"ALRIGHT GATHER TOGETHER," Dorian said during one of their classes. Everyone then joined hands. Faith was to Josie's left, while Lizzie was to her right. Hope was two seats down from her sister's left. "Chain spells are about the fluid movement of energy from one witch to witch. Where's Penelope Park?" Dorian asked stopping in between Lizzie and Josie.
"Um, lady cramps, Mr. Williams," Lizzie told him making Faith smirk in amusement.
"Sorry, I asked." He said before continuing his teaching. "A disharmonious group makes for an uneven flow." Some people tried to stifle their laughter at the unintended joke, but failed; including Faith, Lizzie, and Josie. Hope just rolled her eyes at their childish behavior. "Okay..." Then a letter flew in and Dorian grabbed it.
"Uh-oh, who's in trouble with the headmaster?" Josie asked.
"Probably the people who started a rumble with the local high school," Hope said giving Lizzie a look.
"Well, we did do something bad too, Hope," Faith whispered leaning closer to her sister to not be heard by Lizzie and Josie. Hope rolled her eyes muttering something under her breath.
"Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman. And babies make four." Dorian told them reading the letter. "Off you go." The girls give each other a confused look.
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"THIS MAKES NO SENSE DAD. Why are we being punished?" Lizzie asked irritated as they followed Alaric through the library.
"Because you started a brawl at a charity football game that risked exposing what we really do here," Alaric explained.
"Well, you weren't mad last night," Lizzie argued.
"I was mad last night. My undying love for my daughters just happened to trump my rage. I volunteered everyone in the game, so stop complaining." Alaric said as they stopped walking. "You're lucky that it's just community service and not actual jail time."
"Can I at least offer my rebuttal in my defense, if it pleases the court?" Lizzie asked dramatically. Alaric crosses his arms but listens. "First of all, I was provoked. My response was totally proportional considering the levels of abuse I was forced to endure." Hope chuckled in amusement at what she was saying. "And secondly... if anyone should take the blame, it's Josie." She finished making Josie give her an incredulous look as did Faith.
"What?" Josie questioned, betrayal written on her face.
"I'm sorry. I totally cracked under the cross, but if you had just let Kaleb catch the ball—"
"You'd still be in trouble," Alaric said breaking up their bickering.
"But nice job throwing your sister under the bus," Hope said.
"Yeah, Lizzie not cool." Faith agreed.
"Thank you, Hope and Faith," Josie said thanking the girls for defending her. Though that thanks was mostly directed at Hope considering she never defends Josie. But Faith would always defend Josie no matter what and she knew this. Faith would always defend Lizzie too, but in this case, she was the one in the wrong. Lizzie gave a shocked look to Josie at her thanking Hope.
"Speaking of, the bus leaves in ten minutes, and I expect all four of you to be on it working together today, harmoniously and without drama," Alaric told them sternly. "End of debate."
"We weren't even at the game. Why are we being punished?" Hope asked. Faith already knew what they were in trouble for.
"You two know what you did," Alaric said giving the girls a look. "Alright, now, go, all of you. Come on. Faith you wait here I have something to give you." Alaric said pointing to Faith. Josie and Lizzie left but not before giving Faith a questioning gaze. She just shrugged in response not knowing what Alaric needed from her either.
"Seriously?" Hope questioned Alaric.
"What part of what I said needs translating?"
"I want to help you with research."
"Dorian has a master's degree in library science," Alaric said, while Faith just waited patiently. "I think the adults have it covered."
"That's not fair," Hope said walking closer to Alaric. "You only play by the grown-up rules when you don't need something from me."
"Hope, seriously, it's the least we can do after what we did with Landon," Faith said looking at her sister.
"I am spinning right now, Hope. And I can't drag you or anyone else any further into this until I figure out what's going on, okay?" Alaric said. "So right now, I need you to be a kid keeping a dragon-sized secret today until I get some answers." Hope gave him an incredulous look. "Understood?"
"Yeah. Fine." Hope said reluctantly. Alaric then turned to Faith and walked over to her. He placed something in her hands. Faith looked down and saw a small bag with something inside it. She opened it to see the calming herbs she used to take to help keep her anger and sadness in control.
"I don't... need these anymore," Faith said looking up at him.
"Faith, just in case, take them. Okay?" Alaric asked. Faith thought about it and nodded muttering an 'okay' before taking off to leave with her sister. She put the bag with the herbs in her pocket, making a mental note to store them in her room later for safekeeping.
"Make sure you take those," Hope told her sister continuing to look straight ahead while they were walking to the bus.
"I know, I will," Faith said reassuring her sister.
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"SO WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO?" Lizzie asked as they were getting out of the bus. "My dad never gets mad at you guys. You're the prodigal daughters." Lizzie said bitterly making Faith slightly roll her eyes. "Must have been juicy." The girls got off the bus.
"Sorry, no time for girl talk. Public service awaits." Hope replied bluntly.
"Alright, listen up." Dorian starts. "It's a beautiful day. You have options: litter, weeds, graffiti. Your choice." He finished, handing Kaleb a trash grabber. He snatched it from Dorian reluctantly.
"It's bad enough we get punished while the humans get a pass, but there ain't no way in hell I'm picking up their garbage," Kaleb said trying to hand Lizzie the trash grabber she put her hands up.
"Uh, I don't do trash either," Lizzie said.
"I love trash, as of this moment," Hope said grabbing the trash grabber she then turned to her sister. "Faith, join me?" Faith nodded grabbing the same device Hope had from Dorian, and they both started to walk away.
"Perf. It suits you, Hope." Lizzie said making Faith and Hope turn around and glare at her. "Looks like we're scrubbing paint today," Lizzie told her sister.
"Dad told us to work together, okay, harmoniously," Josie argued.
"Yeah, and he also said without drama, and I am feeling a rage attack coming on, so I will be remaining drama-free over by that wall of graffiti," Lizzie said. "Are you coming or not?"
"I don't know, Lizzie, is there another bus you want to throw me under?" Josie asked rhetorically walking away and to the opposite side of Lizzie, while Hope and Faith watched their interaction.
"Fine, Daddy's girls," Lizzie said bitterly making Hope smirk a little. "Anyone else?" They then started to walk in the opposite direction towards the graffiti wall. "Get the lead out MG." MG walked off turning and giving Josie, Faith, and Hope an apologetic look before leaving again with everyone else but the three girls. Josie and Faith sighed.
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AFTER A WHILE OF PICKING UP TRASH Hope spoke up,
"You have a future in waste management." She said with a small smile.
"Cleaning up messes is kind of my thing," Josie replied. Faith understood what she meant. Lizzie makes big messes when she's feeling very strong emotions and needs a release. Faith and Josie occasionally help her get through it and clean up the mess together.
"Well, your sister is kind of a dumpster fire," Hope said.
"Seriously, Hope?" Faith questioned. "At least make an attempt to be polite."
"Why do you always pick fights?" Josie asked her. "We've known each other a decade and any time you have the chance, you poke. Faith doesn't, so why do you?"
"You guys do your fair share of poking," Hope said annoyed.
"Yeah, in retaliation to your pokes," Josie explained. "And with you spending so much time with my dad and keeping secrets..."
"We're not keeping secrets." Hope and Faith said at the same time.
"Oh, yeah? What happened when you went to go find Landon Kirby? And Faith what did my dad give you when we left? It must've been important if he didn't want to give it to you in front of the rest of us." Hope and Faith started walking faster in a different direction hoping to evade the girl's questions.
"Nothing happened," Hope replied.
"Nothing important." Faith retorted at the same time as her sister.
"Something clearly did happen. Rafael never showed up at school, Faith, you haven't talked to us since you've been back, and my dad was rattled, so why won't you just tell me?"
"Because there's nothing to tell. Aah!" Faith looked at her sister to see she stabbed herself in the foot with the trash grabber she then grimaced and walked over to her.
"Oh, my god," Josie exclaimed seeing what happened.
"Aah! Ow," Hope said with a look of pain.
"Are you okay? I mean, what should I do?" Josie asked crouching down beside Hope's foot.
"Let's just help her pull it out," Faith told Josie.
"What?" Josie questioned in disbelief.
"I can heal myself. Pull it out." Hope ordered. Josie then started to pull it out with both hands grunting in struggle; Hope wincing in pain, but she still couldn't seem to pull it all the way.
"Move over," Faith ordered Josie. She moved out of the way and Faith stood in front of her sister pulling the object out easily with one hand.
"Ow!"
"You poked yourself," Josie told Hope with a large smile. Then all three girls burst into laughter.
"Shut up," Hope said still chuckling.
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AFTER A WHILE WHEN THE GIRLS FILLED THEIR garbage bags they started stacking them on top of each other. All of a sudden Josie clutched her stomach and doubled over in pain groaning.
"You ok, Jo?" Faith asked worriedly.
"Yeah, everything ok?" Hope asked sounding concerned as well.
"Yeah, I just think that that's making me a little nauseous," Josie answered looking behind Faith and Hope making them turn their heads to see M.G. making out with Dana.
"Huh," Hope muttered. "Didn't see that coming."
"Gross." Faith mumbled scrunching up her nose.
"It's simple math. M.G. has the hormones of a teenager and the impulse control of a preschooler." Josie explained making Hope chuckle. "He also always goes for the wrong kinds of girls."
"Given my last crush, I can't judge," Hope said as they began walking.
"Well, my last crush was actually Satan incarnate," Josie said and Faith vigorously nodded making Hope chuckle. "That is, I guess unless you count..." Josie trailed off.
"Who?" Hope inquired. Faith knew she meant Rafael. Josie looked to Faith who just shrugged as if to say 'you decide if you want to tell her'.
"Never mind. It really doesn't matter anymore." Josie dismissed. "Lizzie has dibs."
"Dibs?" Hope questioned. "On Rafael? She always calls dibs. When's it gonna be your turn?"
"It just is what it is," Josie muttered. Faith stayed quiet agreeing with what Hope was saying. Lizzie did always call dibs on boys and that wasn't really fair on Josie considering she never got a chance to see if she liked anyone.
"Right, well, that doesn't really make it right." Hope stated causing Josie to stop walking and give her a look. Hope and Faith stopped walking too. "Your dad knows we used black magic. That's why we're in trouble." Hope half-lied purposefully leaving out the part about Landon and the death spell. "Don't worry we didn't tell him that you helped us with the spell." Hope quickly added.
"Thank you," Josie said looking at both Hope and Faith.
"No need for thanks, Josie." Faith said with a small smile.
"And Landon and Rafael took off together," Hope said. " Landon told me he didn't know why he stole the knife. But then he lied about having it, so I don't know what to believe. Then he wrote me and Faith these letters and mine was... I don't know, sweet."
"Lizzie's... sensitive." Josie started wanting to open up to Hope as she did with her. "Our mom is going on these really long recruitment missions recently. That's why she's extra testy. She just really misses her."
"We know the feeling," Hope spoke softly with a small smile glancing at Faith.
"Yeah." Faith spoke just as softly giving her sister a sad smile. Hope started walking again and Faith and Josie followed.
"I remember how your mom used to come by the school. We all used to say how beautiful she was." Josie said.
"She was," Faith said.
"Yeah." Hope agreed.
"We really should have sent you flowers or something, Hope," Josie said guiltily.
"Huh?" Faith questioned in confusion. "But I thought that you gave her a gift too," Faith said remembering how kind and comforting Lizzie and Josie were to her, and the flowers they gave her which were her favorite; Cherry Blossoms, and a gift basket. Then she remembered her sister getting flowers from them too. Josie looked at her with the same guilty expression as before shifting her gaze to the ground.
"They did," Hope told her sister referring to Josie and Lizzie. "Your dad signed your names. It was obvious." Faith understood that they gave her something but not Hope and she couldn't help but wonder if that was Lizzie's idea.
"Okay. We definitely deserve a little bit of poking." Josie said making Hope laugh. "I wonder where the boys are right now."
"There's this spell that our Aunt Freya taught us," Hope said looking at Faith. "It's kind of like a full-immersion video chat."
"Oh. That spell." Faith said in realization.
"Okay, but don't we need something of Landon's to..." Josie trailed off as Hope pulled out Landon's letter. "Is that the letter?" Josie asked.
"You can't tell your dad," Hope said.
"Yeah..." Faith told her. "They don't teach this in school."
Josie nodded and smiled. "This is the kind of secret that I can get behind." Hope smiled while Faith smirked. The three started performing the spell joining hands. Josie siphoned from Hope and Faith. Hope and Faith were able to see Landon and Rafael in the woods and Landon spotted them with a look of confusion on his face.
"Hope? Faith?" He questioned. They gave him a small smile before the scene in front of them disappeared and they were back with Josie who bent over and held her stomach in pain again. Faith looked at her worried and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Jo," Faith began. "What's wrong?"
"This is twin pain. Somethings wrong. I think Lizzie's in trouble." Josie grunted out. Faith looked at Hope with a worried expression.
"Let's go tell Dorian." Faith suggested earning nods from the girls. They went to find Dorian who was sitting at a table. "We need to leave."
"I'm sorry, I can't let you leave," Dorian said.
"No, I need to go home to see my sister," Josie said firmly.
"Your dad's with your sister. And I'm under strict orders to keep you here." Dorian told them.
"What? Why?" Josie asked.
"Yeah, what are you keeping us here for?" Faith added.
"And why are you researching that?" Hope questioned looking at Dorian's book that was open to a page about gargoyles. Dorian quickly closed his book with a sigh and told us what happened with Lizzie.
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THEY LEFT AND WENT BACK to the Salvatore Boarding school when they entered Josie called, "Lizzie?"
"I'll check the library," Hope said.
"Yeah, I'll go too," Faith offered. Hope nodded at her and they left to check the library. They were in complete silence until a voice spoke from behind scaring them.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"Ah!"
"Oh, my god." The two girls yelped in fear.
"You scared us." Faith said breathing out a breath of relief when she saw Alaric there.
"Dorian was supposed to keep you away," Alaric said.
"He tried. He lost," Faith told him. "But here. Killing gargoyles 101. He thought you could translate it." She said giving the book to Alaric.
"Gaulish. Son of a..." Alaric trailed off. Hope and Faith gave him questioning looks before he looked back down to the book.
"So are we on our own, or did the Gauls provide clear instructions?" Hope asked impatiently.
"In a nutshell, it says hit hard, repeat as needed," Alaric replied before they heard the Gargoyle let out a roar.
"Is that...?" Faith inquired referring to the Gargoyle.
"Yeah," Alaric said. "Listen, it poisoned Lizzie. I'm guessing to get my attention. Then it attacked me and took the knife."
"The knife? The dragon knife?" Hope asked incredulously.
"And you're still breathing?" Faith added.
"Oh, I have a theory about that," Alaric mumbled.
"Well, save it," Hope started. "Because we had to take down that containment spell to get inside the school, meaning our monster can get out."
"A containment spell?" Alaric asked. Faith nodded. "Lizzie wanted to make sure whatever attacked her didn't escape into the world. Good girl." Alaric walked over to a table and put the book down. "Alright, well, guess we better find it," He said picking up an axe. "Before it makes the evening news. So how'd you guys take the containment spell down?"
Before Hope or Faith had the chance to speak a voice did, "They didn't," Josie spoke up walking towards them. "I did. And I have questions." She grabbed the axe from Alaric.
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ALARIC, HOPE, FAITH, AND JOSIE walked into a room in search of Emma
"Emma?" Alaric called. "Emma." Emma opened the door in front of them and put a finger to her lips in a 'be quiet' motion. They all heard heavy footsteps and growling so they turned their heads to see the Gargoyle at the top of the steps. It opened its wings and let out a growl before flying down the steps and lunging at Hope making her fall down. It was going to stab her with the knife. Faith quickly leaps forward about to help her sister but Alaric is closer and quicker and jumps in front of Hope.
"Dad!" Josie shouted.
"No!" The Gargoyle stopped its movements; the knife being inches away from Alaric's chest.
Faith held her hand out to Hope who quickly took it pulling herself up while they all stared in shock at what was happening before their eyes. Josie moves as quietly as possible behind the Gargoyle before striking it with the sword making it let out a shriek. It angrily turns toward Josie about to attack her but Alaric hits it with his axe.
"Fluctus inpulsa." Hope chants causing the Gargoyle to drop the knife. "Faith, Josie, help me." She orders. Faith and Josie quickly walk over to her and they join hands; Josie in between Faith and Hope.
"How?" Josie asked.
"Just repeat after me," Hope said.
"Got it," Faith replied.
"Fluctus impulsa." Hope started. Faith and Josie quickly repeated after. "Fluctus inpulss. Flucus inpulsa. Flucus inpulsa. Flucus inpulsa. Flucus inpulsa. Flucus inpulsa." They finished which made the Gargoyle burst into small rocks. They let go of their hands.
"Nice job." Hope threw over her shoulder to all of them.
"How could you jump in front of her like that?" Josie demanded with tears in her eyes. "You could have died, Dad."
"Honey, I knew it wouldn't kill me, because my research said so," Alaric said. Josie stormed away.
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"HOW'S LIZZIE?" FAITH ASKED WORRIEDLY.
"Recovering quickly, thanks to her sister."
"So, how did you know the Gargoyle wouldn't kill you?" Hope asked.
"Gargoyles are protectors," Alaric answered. "And folklore tells a tale of a Gargoyle who once protected a small settlement in France whose villagers revered a powerful relic. A knife."
"Our knife?" Faith questioned.
"As the story goes, the Gargoyle loved the humans he protected so much, he vowed never to harm humanity." He explained. "Instead, he chose to fight evil on their behalf."
"Us being the evil ones in this scenario," Hope asked referring to her and her sister. "Josie, Lizzie." She continued.
"In its mind, yes," Alaric said. "I realized when it didn't hurt me before... it saw me as the one who needed protection."
"I'm not sure that knowing that will make them feel any better." Faith spoke up.
"I should get back to the girls," Alaric muttered walking towards the door.
"Wait." Hope stopped him. "One more thing. You're always telling us that we need to work together. To put our own feelings aside for the school, and for the community. I know I haven't always listened to you with that kind of stuff, but I'm starting to think that it's actually pretty good advice, so... maybe you should take it. Because if you want me and the twins to get along, for them to be happy, for the school to be safe... These secrets are gonna tear us all apart."
"She's right." Faith agreed. "Everyone deserves to know what's happening so they can protect themselves. Be prepared for whatever's coming through those doors next." Alaric looked to be deep in thought about what they were telling him.
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"IF YOU'D ASKED ME A WEEK AGO..." Alaric started at the assembly they were having. "I would have told you I knew the difference between myth and fact. I would have said that supernaturals were limited to the species under this roof. I would have said that folklore and fairytales were just stories. But I can no longer say that any of that's true. 'Cause just a few days ago, we were confronted by the existence of a dragon." Murmurs spread throughout the room. "And then, today, our campus was terrorized by a Gargoyle come to life. Some of us... were forced to fight. We won. This time. They were drawn here by a knife that went missing earlier this week. And for whatever reason, these creatures consider us to be the enemy. In their minds were the villains because we wouldn't give them what they wanted. We don't even know why they want it. But we're gonna find out. I can't say for sure what their true intentions are. I can't say there won't be more attacks. That's why I'm telling you this. To warn you. To ask you to look out for each other. To do what's best for one another. Because we're more than just a school. We're family. And we will stand together, we will fight together, and we will win or lose this battle together, no matter what comes next."
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FAITH KNOCKED ON THE DOOR TO JOSIE and Lizzie's room. Lizzie opened it and smiled when she Faith.
"I need to talk to you guys about something." Faith stated walking into the dorm.
"What is it," Josie asked sitting up on her bed and patting the space beside her inviting Faith to sit down. Lizzie sat on the other side of Josie,
"Well, it's about why I've kinda been avoiding you," Faith started when she saw their full attention on her she continued. "Well... It happened again. I—I lost control and it happened." Josie and Lizzie gave each other a look knowing what she was talking about.
"Oh, Faith," Lizzie muttered softly.
"Why do you think it happened? After all this time?" Josie asked.
Faith shrugged, "I don't know. But your dad gave me those herbs that might help it again."
"Why didn't you tell us?' Lizzie asked.
"Well, I guess I was just sort of embarrassed about it," Faith said sheepishly. "I mean I thought it was getting better and for it to just come out of nowhere like this. No one else has this problem, so I felt weak in a way. Like I was too weak to be able to handle my emotions properly that they just ended up spiraling out of control and consuming me." Faith sighed.
"Listen, Faith, you don't have to be embarrassed about it, and you're not weak. You're the strongest person I know. Even after everything you've been through you still keep that same bright smile on your face and I envy you for that. Being able to overcome the pain just to make others and yourself smile." Josie told her. "Believe it or not but you're pretty awesome to be able to do that."
"She's right, Faith, and you're like a sister to us— you are a sister to us. So you should never feel the need to hide these types of things from us. Because we will always be by your side there to listen." Lizzie added with a smile. Faith smiled softly as well very appreciative of Josie and Lizzie. Her heart warming in her chest. They truly were great, and she didn't know what she would do without them.
"Now how about we talk about—" Lizzie spoke suddenly.
Faith groaned and quickly stood up walking towards the door. "No!"
"Oh, Faith come back!" Lizzie pleaded. "You don't even know what I was gonna say!"
"Yes, I do. I know you well enough to know that you were gonna say 'let's talk about boys'. You know what Lizzie? I'm actually really tired." Faith said stopping by the door. She looked to Josie who had a slight smile on her face. She knew that if she left the conversation like this Lizzie would want to talk about boys with Josie which would be awkward since she has a crush on Rafael. "Aren't you tired, Josie?" Josie looked confused for a moment but eventually caught on.
"Yeah—yeah, I am," She mumbled quickly.
"But—" Lizzie started.
"Big spell today," Faith cut Lizzie off. "Takes a lot outta ya'."
"Yeah, it really does." Josie faked a yawn.
"Oh, come on I'm the one who almost died!" Lizzie exclaimed exasperatedly.
"Then you must be super fatigued too. Goodnight, Liz," Faith said ignoring Lizzie's protest. "Night, Jo. Don't keep Josie up Lizzie! Remember she did help save your life so she needs all the sleep she can get to replenish herself." She then walked out of the door and to her and Hope's dorm for some shut-eye.
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#alaric saltzman#hayley marshall#hope mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#legacies#legacies x reader#lizzie saltzman#milton greasley#rafael waithe#rebekah mikaelson#witch#vampire#romance#legacies fanfiction#legacies cw#landon kirby#josie saltzman
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If y'all know me,I'm trying to write my own TVDU crossover with AHS and other properties such as Teen Wolf,called the Millennium Of Hellfire.
The reason I'm writing this series,is because I'm tired of watching the characters of color and queer characters get shafted and shitted on while white characters get to be complex and given victimhood,when many are abusers and oppressors.So,for MOH,those characters such as Tyler Lockwood,get to live instead of dying in canon and have a happy ending.For my series,I created three oc characters that represent their species and their collective traumas:
Desmond Jameson
Marcos Corazón
Simon Quinn
The reason,I created them was because I was so tired of the treatment of their species,hell even the vampires,the Originals treated them horribly,and it just made my blood boil.But after watching Legacies,it just made the fire brighter and I started the Millennium Of Hellfire Series.
Each character has a past with the Mikaelsons since I don't really like the family and how their victims get treated like villains for getting their revenge for their cruelty.So,I started writing the Trio's stories.Each of them have a particular one in the family,that they consider their nemesis & the one that they share with similar traits with.
Desmond>Freya
Marcos>Klaus
Simon>Elijah
So,I decided to write a Legacies Rewrite with them as the mains instead of Hope Mikaelson and Landon Kirby.But that doesn't mean they aren't in the story,they are secondary mains.But the season 1 rewrite will deal with the monsters & Malivore along with the demons of Des's past so,we can get mythology such as the origin of witches and their ties with other beings such as demons,angels and deities.It also connects to other property's mythology such as Marcos's matriline being descended from Lycaon,the first Lycan,from Teen Wolf.
Also the idea of a black witch being one of the most powerful supernaturals,always gets me giddy since we got that in Bonnie,Vincent and Cleo,which is why Desmond will be the one that challenges Hope's beliefs around her family and the myth of her being the most powerful being in the world,since he is a Tribrid like her but he comes from a ethereal and infernal origin,while she is made up of the basic supernaturals.
The trio also are the living embodiment of the Generational Trauma that the Mikaelsons had afflicted over the centuries,which is one plot that I hated,Hope never had any beef with any of the students,who's family were killed by her family,so I was like,what if she had to deal with that?This story also centers their trauma and pain instead of Hope's constant belief that her dad was a good person with flaws,it really deals with the Legacies that these characters left for the next generation.
But this book also is more focused on what it means to be a minority in the supernatural world since let's be real,it's very white-centered and I'm so bored by it,so the characters of color are centered,so in this Kaleb and MG's sireing are told,which should have been in season one but we got Sebastian's whole origin and Alyssa is not seen as vile,she actually has a point.She was going to be sent to a prisoner world with Kai Parker as a child but God forbid,Josie kills someone oh wait she did and she was forgiven.
#legacies fanfiction#the vampire diaries fanfiction#teen wolf fanfiction#Millennium Of Hellfire#original characters#black witches
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hi everyone ♡ LEGACIES ch.9 will be out next week ^.^
it took me a while to write this bcuz after LEGACIES ch.8 was published, some readers were unhappy with how y/n was so kind to kth and so easy to forgive him (same with how she's moving past her issues with pjm and jjk without really putting up a "fight"). i think some ppl want or expect y/n to get revenge back on them for more of an "enemies to friends" vibe but i want to share in detail why i've chosen not to do this:
both y/n and the boys have realized with time how she is NOT like them. that's the whole point.
1. the legacies express negative emotions thru revenge or "action" (for ex. jjk's anger via destroying her watch, pjm's defeat via the shower confrontation he pulls, kth's unresolved grief via the poem fiasco) but y/n deals with negative emotions thru "inaction" (for ex. distancing herself from them, ignoring them until she has time to process her feelings). it doesn't make sense for her to scheme elaborate plans to enact revenge bcuz that is not in her inherent nature
2. y/n understands the legacies are untouchable and that she holds no power to make any impact against them at the uni even if she does try to get revenge with "action". this is apparent from the poem fiasco and this is also why i've included pjm's dad as a reoccurring character, bcuz she learns these things right off the bat with all of the interactions she's had with him. she convinces mr. park to allow pjm to dance by simply using impactful speech, and yes, she could've easily been evil and made pjm's life worse by feeding complaints abt him to his dad, but again, she's mentioned multiple times to pjm how she is NOT like him
3. y/n's strength is her ability to voice her opinions. the theme i've enjoyed incorporating in this story is that rational words > inherent privilege. an idea can sometimes change lives more than the influence of money. she doesn't have to "do" anything except confront the boys with her style of banter or simply share her thoughts thru a convo. she forces the boys to think abt their feelings and reflect on their actions, which is something no one's ever pushed them to ever do. we see jjk respecting her for this and doing a 180 with his malicious intentions, pjm easing up on her after she verbally discourages him from hurting others and focusing on himself instead, and kth only agrees to seek help for his fucked up behavior when he experiences her compassion, which he's never gotten before in that raw way, esp from someone he's brutally wronged. she holds up the mirror for them to look at themselves and encourages them to become self sufficient for their own happiness, instead of making others miserable for their own joy
at the end of the day, all four of them are just college kids figuring themselves out, and they have personal trauma which they have potential to bond over. y/n and kth have lost a loved one while her and jimin have troubled parental relationships, which is why she is able to care for them quicker, as deep down, she can relate. she's been a bit tougher on jjk as they're the same age, total opposites of one another, and don't have a lot in common, so its a slightly diff arc
sorry for rambling, but i had to get this out! i hope you look fwd to the next ch. releasing this week ♡ — with love, ae-mi
#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader#jungkook smut#taehyung smut#jimin smut#jungkook au#taehyung au#jimin au#jungkook fanfic#taehyung fanfic#jimin fanfic#vminkook#vmin#jikook#taekook#방탄소년단#bts smut#bts x reader#bts fanfic#vminkook fic#vmin fanfic#taekook fic#jikook x reader#legacies fanfiction#legacies#7waystreet
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Surprise party - hope mikaelson x female reader
- this is my first fan fic i literally just wrote this within an hour so I hope you guys like it, lmk if I should write more?.
- You have the whole day planned for you and hope to give hope the best birthday ever.
- warnings: none just a small amount of smut
- Word count: 900.
“Today’s the day!” Hope shouts and you wake out of your sleep, you’re confused for a second but then it hits you “ it’s your birthday!. “ you say looking at your half dressed girlfriend, It’s one of the best days of the year for you because you love seeing your girlfriend get so excited about her special day.
“ hope I’ve got something’s planned for today before your party! Actually the first one starts now. “ You grab a hold of hope and pull her into the bed on top of you, you start leaving kisses from her lips then to her neck and soon after you start to tug her closer and begin pulling off her shirt. Hope then follows by taking off her bra then your shirt and bra. You switch places and are now on top of hope pinning her down by her wrists so you’re in control, hope secretly likes it when you do that. You then give hope the best 15 minutes of her life.
20 minutes go by and you are now getting dressed up making sure you look good for the next things you are gonna do. Hope finishes getting dressed and you walk over to her giving her the biggest hug, she hugs you back giving you a kiss, you both walk out the door heading down the school hallway where you meet Josie. Josie helped you plan a breakfast date for you guys and hope. You guys go to the mystic grill and sit down at a table now waiting to get your food, while waiting you can’t help but glance at hope who’s got the biggest smile on her face, it makes you smile harder seeing hope in such a good mood ( probably also caused by what happened earlier ).
Your food comes and you have waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, hope has a stack of pancakes with fruits also topped with whipped cream and Josie has eggs, bacon and pancakes. As you eat your waffles you take a bit of whipped cream on your finger and tap hopes nose, she starts to giggle doing it back to you, Josie laughs “ oh gosh you two can’t go anywhere without making a mess can you?.” You and hope look at Josie trying to hold in your laughs but when hope looked back at you, you couldn’t keep it together and started laughing up a storm hope and Josie following after you.
You guys pay and then leave to go to the last but not least thing you have planned, it’s just you and hope this time, Josie leaves you two and goes to help set up hopes party for tonight. You take hopes hand leading her to your car, she gets in the passenger seat and you close the door for her, she smirks at how cute you’re being. You get into the drivers seat and head to your next location. You are about 5 minutes away and you look over to hope who’s eyes grow wide as she sees you guys are there, you guys get out and you take hopes hand dragging her to a small area where you have set up a blanket and a little basket to the side filled with hopes favourite snacks. Hope smiles and can’t help herself as she runs over to the blanket and sits down waiting for you to do the same. You sit right next to hope grabbing the basket of hopes favourite snacks, you start to pull them out first being sour patch kids, hope lets out a happy gasp, you then pull out chocolate covered strawberries, next you pull out a bottle of champagne ( hope doesn’t usually drink champagne but on this special occasion she will ) the second last item you pull out is beignets, “ you got my FAVOURITE dessert? Y/N I love you!.” The last thing you pull out is a teddy bear holding a heart with yours and hopes initials, she gives you puppy eyes and you see a tear start to fall on her cheek.
“ awe hope are you crying? Please don’t cry i want you to be happy.” “I am, I am so happy I can’t help it! Seeing all these items you brought for me, all my favourite things it made me emotional, how am I so lucky to have the best girlfriend In the world?.” You giggle giving hope a passionate kiss, you take her hand telling her how much you love her and she gives you the biggest hug, you guys lay down starting at each other then the sky above you taking in the moment.
It’s now 8 pm and you and hope are heading to the Salvatore school for hopes party which is about to start. You arrive and walk into the school going into the main room where all yours and hopes friends are waiting, they Shout “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOPE “ she smiles looking at everyone Then at you, you grab a drink for you both and enjoy the rest of the night.
Your now in your guys room and getting ready for bed and hope gives you a hug “ thank you Y/N this has been the best day ever.” “ of course hope, I’m happy you had a good time today.” You and hope get into bed cuddled up to her chest, she strokes your hair and you both fall asleep instantly.
#hope mikaelson#hope#danielle rose russell#legacies fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#the vampire diaries#female reader
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49196356
(Summary: Lizzie Saltzman has always had issues with control, always been so scared of losing control over herself and her magic. With her humanity off, she realizes how much fun it can be to let it all go.)
#lizzie saltzman#legacies#hizzie#hope mikaelson#legacies fanfiction#hope x lizzie#the hizzie is light but it is there#adding the mb 5 days after posting but oh well#i mean i don't make mbs for all my fics but i like doing it and just didnt think about it until after posting so
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63 - History repeats Itself
Part 64
Family is More than Blood
Tag list - just ask to be added @vavafaure1994 @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35
Andrea’s pov - Mystic Falls High
Dylan, Paige and I bolted across the high school grounds and into the gymnasium needing to access the situation that I had been notified about a few moments ago. The way that Dylan explained what was happening sounded unbelievable in anyone else’s mind. The human’s in this town didn’t need to be involved in the secrets we were keeping from them.
Shifting my gaze around the athletic room I found the teenager that my cousin had turned had a cheerleader pushed up against the painted brick wall. People were just standing around watching what was occurring right before their eyes. Maya had her head buried in the cheerleader's neck beginning to drain her of her blood.
“Andrea, what are we supposed to do?” Paige turned her head sharply around to stare at me.
Dylan pulled out his phone about to dial 911. “I’m calling the cops.”
“No! No, cops.” I growled, causing him to jump backwards in fear.
He gulped slowly, raising his index finger up to my face. “Andrea…your eyes. They’re yellow.”
“What - uh sorry.” I rubbed my eyes not realizing that I was showing him part of my werewolf side.
A football player began stomping up towards Maya yanking her backwards by her jacket with venom laced in his voice. “Get off of her, you freak!”
“Hey!” I raised my voice rushing over grabbing the forearm of the football player who was holding Maya by the front of her shirt. “What did you just call her?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “A freak. I mean she was biting Tori like she her dinner.”
“Oh and we're supposed to believe that she enjoys your hickeys much more.”
The guy named Brock removed his hand from Maya's shirt. “Did you just insult me, bitch?”
I slowly walked over to my friend Maya who still had her vampire fangs sticking out of her mouth before I touched her forearm gently hoping not to scare her. “Maya, calm down. Breathe in and out. I know you didn’t mean to hurt Tori.”
“I’m talking to you!” Brock raised his voice back at me.
Glancing over my shoulder I rolled my eyes turning back to my friend seeing she started to calm down. The veins and fangs began disappearing when she took some small breaths. “Yeah but I’m ignoring you and checking on my friend.”
“She tried to kill me. Why aren’t we notifying the police!” Tori came walking up holding the side of her bleeding neck.
Dylan raised his cell phone up to his ear. “I’m calling 911 right now.”
“Dylan, don’t call them. Call this phone number.” Reaching inside my jacket I take out my phone showing him the boarding school phone number.
Tori gasped in disbelief. “Why wouldn't we call the police? I was attacked by that monster.”
“Andrea, what is going on?” Paige asked, standing off to the side so confused by the situation.
Another one of the football players came over to me getting in my face. “You’re just afraid to admit you like one of us, Lane.” The other guy had Raven black hair and dark brown eyes, he was slightly taller than I was.
“Only in your dreams, Allen.” I scoffed in his face. I had no interest in any of the jocks that went here. Spinning around on my feet I grabbed Maya's hand trying to lead her away from these jerks.
Unfortunately Brock snagged my wrist stopping me from leaving. “Woah, woah, hey. We didn't say you could leave.”
“I don't need your permission.” I glared back at the blonde haired football player.
Brock dryly chuckled, not loosening but rather tightening his grip on my wrist. “You’re not in charge, I am. And I said you and your little freak of a friend ain't going nowhere.”
“Dylan, call the number I gave you now.”
My friend nervously dropped his phone. “Oh uh - crap!”
Brock shoved Maya away from me where he was able to have his entire body pressed up completely against mine. I could see the immature cockiness all across his face and I wanted to drip kick his ass right then and there. “What don't you got any snarky remarks back, Lane?”
“Oh it’ll be much more than words coming at you.” I growled baring my teeth, I needed some help because I knew this guy was waiting to throw a punch at me and he didn’t care that I was a girl.
Paige slowly picked up the dialing the school number. “Andrea, what do I tell the person on the phone?”
“Tell them I’m about to whoop a townies ass and that I need some help to clean up the mess.”
Brock smirked down at me. “You’re gonna kick my ass. Yeah right I’d like to see you try. It’ll be ad-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before I showed him my golden werewolf eyes and drew my fits back landing a harsh punch in the center of his stomach that sent him flying harshly against the bleachers behind him.
Brock rolled his head around comfortably frazzled from the harsh impact while I released a long breath I was holding in. Maya suddenly vamped past me heading straight for him and that’s when I noticed that there was blood coming from his side. “Maya no!” I screamed running after her seeing her shove her fangs into his neck with me barely catching up with them.
I seriously needed professional help with covering these two attacks up.
Greece - Raelyn’s pov
Klaus and I had a honeymoon in Paris when the kids first attended the Salvatore School.
But this feels more like a honeymoon than that did.
Rubbing my eyes I chuckled, opening my eyes barely to see my hybrid husband laying across my bare chest. Raising one of my hands I sprawled my fingers into the fluffy tousled curls upon his head. He lifted his head up blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes meeting my soft gaze. “There’s no better way to wake up in the morning. How did you sleep, my Queen?”
“Rather well. Considering a certain someone kept me quite active last night and the night after that and the night after-” I squealed when he trailed kisses on my stomach, knowing his beard tickles me there.
“You weren't complaining last night. I seem to recall you saying something like “oh yes Niklaus” and “don’t stop.” I slapped my other hand over his mouth feeling my cheeks burning red with some embarrassment.
“Please stop talking.”
Nik pushed my hand off of his mouth, placing his lips over mine. “You just can’t handle that I’m speaking the truth. Besides, there's not a problem with you getting pregnant.”
“That’s not for certain, Nik. The doctor we compelled that gave me birth control wasn’t exactly equipped to know if such medication works for supernatural hybrid pregnancies.”
He shakes his head playfully muttering in between kisses. “I’ll stop having sex with you if you simply ask me to, Raelyn.”
“Ha! You talk a good game Mikaelson. But you could never not have sex with me. We have six kids over the span of many years so tell your lies somewhere else to someone who doesn’t live with you.” I snorted out in a fit of laughter at his words.
“I'll take that as a challenge, Raelyn.” He suddenly vamped out of the bed and into the bathroom in the apartment we had bought while we lived here for a few weeks.
Sharply sitting up in the bed I couldn't exactly place what he had just done. He really wasn't kidding that he would deny me sex…but I thought that meant only if I asked him to. Now he was just doing it to annoy me.
Vamping out of the bed and inside the bathroom I saw him through the thin glass door with his back facing it. I slide it open lightly shoving him against the wall. “What the heck was that about out there?”
“Miss me already, little siphon.” He teased me by flashing me his signature smirk.
I lifted my head up to meet his baby blue eyes. “You said you weren’t going to deny me sez unless I asked you. But you just left me in the bedroom. So I want to know why.”
“I needed to take a shower.”
Throwing my head back I growled not in the mood for his games. “Niklaus!”
“I enjoy teasing you every now and then. So if you want my head all you have to do is ask.” He whispered in my ear putting his hands on my hips walking the both of us backwards into the water.
Shaking my head I trailed my hands up his muscles. “You infuriate me sometimes you know that.”
“I do and I love the expression on your face.” He booped his nose against mine.
I raised my hand to slap him but he grabbed my wrist and tugging me for cutting me off mid sentence. “You are so annoying-“
Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our bodies melting together as hot water poured down on them. Klaus's hands moved up and down my body, causing me to moan into his mouth.
“And still you love me always and forever. Say it Raelyn. I want to hear you say it.” He shifted me against the icy shower tiles, his body pressing closely against mine against the wall. He drew back slightly waiting for a response.
It took me a moment for me to wrap my arms around his neck and I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. “I love you forever and always.”
His lips proceeded down to her neck, sucking and biting the skin, causing her to moan. “That’s my girl.”
I pushed my body into his when our noses brushed against each other enjoying the feeling of him moving against me. I chuckled breathlessly, my hands tracing the muscles on his back that I knew so well. "Klaus!...ohh…I love you." My fingers threading themselves into his wet dirty blonde locks tugging on them causing him to moan in response.
"Rae," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, their bodies moving together. "I love you.”
"I love you, Nik," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. I kissed him passionately, our bodies moving together, where I laid my head against his chest once we had reached our high together.
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Illicit Affairs
CHAPTER ONE. Welcome Back
A Hope Mikaelson x Penelope Park (Henelope) Fic "Don't call me kid, don't call me baby."
Word Count: 2k words
Summary. Inspired by an old tweet I saw just after the second season of Legacies aired. In which Penelope had returned to Mystic Falls after all, only to realise Josie had moved on. Her so-called romance with a forgotten friend is only a ploy to make her ex-girlfriend jealous, never intending to go as far as it does.
A/N. Honestly this is a fic I've wanted to write for a while now. I actually haven't checked, but I imagine Henelope doesn't get a lot of love since they literally interacted twice the entire show lmao. Also please forgive me if some of this is a little inaccurate to the show, it's been a while since my last rewatch of Legacies!
Penelope wasn’t sure whether it was the circumstances that made her irritated by seemingly everything or if it was just Mystic Falls High. The school receptionist typing away at a computer likely older than Penelope herself, the ticking of a clock prehistoric in appearance.
8:55am, it read. Penelope frowned, it was far too early to be awake, especially while her body was still combating a severe case of jet lag. How long had she been waiting now? The email she’d gotten after enrolling last night had asked her to arrive at the reception at 8:30, it wouldn’t surprise her if they’d just forgotten about her. She contemplated asking the receptionist, who Penelope was about seventy percent certain was playing a flash game instead of actually doing any work.
She didn’t want to be here, pulling at a loose thread on her chair, trying hard to ignore the oddly stale scent in the air that threatened to make her nauseous. Still, this had been the agreement she’d decided on with her parents, she could come back to Mystic Falls without them, but she had to continue going to school - they just hadn’t specified what school.
Never in a million years would she have imagined she’d be going to a public school of all places, but anywhere sounded better than the Salvatore School right now. She couldn’t go back there, not after what had happened last night.
The plan had been to surprise Josie with her return. After the way their goodbye had gone, Penelope had assumed Josie would be thrilled to have her back. Sure, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten back together, but she’d just been excited at the idea of seeing her again.
But seeing her with someone else? With Landon Kirby of all people?
At least they hadn’t seen her, that Penelope had spotted them first. She’d managed to preserve her pride so far, but she wouldn’t have stood a chance if they’d known she’d seen them. That was the only silver lining she could see for now, but she didn’t feel optimistic enough to try and think of any others. It was a shitty situation, nothing could fix it.
Josie had been the only reason Penelope had even returned, wanting to warn her about the Merge, wanting to love her in spite of all her flaws and in spite of Lizzie. Her new school in Belgium hadn’t been so bad after all, designed completely for witches, the only downside it had was that there was no Josie. She was too late, Josie had moved on and there was no way Penelope could go back to the boarding school, she couldn’t stand seeing her and Landon together again.
The worst part was that she had no real place to be angry or hurt; Penelope had already broken up with Josie, long before she’d even left for Belgium, she’d broken her heart first - so this was what it felt like, karma stung more than Penelope would’ve liked.
She’d never actually been broken up with before, or rejected, but she got the feeling her situation with Josie was more painful than any other kind of heartbreak could be. It wasn’t that neither of them cared, Penelope had just messed up and it was too late to fix it.
It was her own fault, she’d caused this.
Penelope had hardly had the time to give much thought to the other girl she’d seen near the mill that night, right after she’d left Josie and Landon. The girl was a student - maybe? - but not one that Penelope recognised, she’d simply chalked her down to being a new transfer, she didn’t look young enough to be a freshman, probably around Penelope’s age.
The girl was the last of her worries though, just as she had been last night. Besides, Penelope doubted that she’d even see her again, she didn’t intend on going anywhere near the boarding school.
“The principal will see you now, Miss Park.” The school receptionist mercifully tore Penelope from her thoughts before she could wallow in any more self-pity.
Penelope nodded, standing up from her seat in the waiting room, boots squeaking as they made contact with the rubber floors. She grimaced at the harsh sound, approaching the door to the headmaster’s office, reading over the newly placed name plate.
‘Principal A. Saltzman’
It didn’t come as a complete surprise to Penelope, she’d known Alaric had taken a job in Mystic Falls High. Perhaps she hadn’t known it was the job of principal, but it made sense, considering he’d been the headmaster at the Salvatore school. Still, that didn’t take away the dreadful awkwardness that she knew would come with having to talk to her ex-girlfriend’s father.
With a near inaudible sigh, Penelope knocked on the door, waiting for permission from the man inside before she entered the office, unsure of what to expect.
“Take a seat, Penelope.” Alaric gestured towards the empty seat across from his side of the desk, hitting the witch with an odd sense of deja vu from her first day at the Salvatore Boarding School. It felt like forever ago now, since she’d first convinced her parents to allow her to move from her home in New Orleans to a small town in Virginia.
Sitting down, Penelope wouldn’t even dare to look Alaric in the eye, out of.. What? Embarrassment? Guilt? She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but both seemed to apply. Embarrassed she’d believed Josie would just take her back, guilty they’d even broken up in the first place. Penelope wondered if Alaric knew about Josie and Landon, if the kiss she’d witnessed the night before had been the first of many to come or if they’d been together since Penelope had left for Belgium.
The silence in the room was deafening, as Alaric quietly flicked through his computer screen, likely looking through Penelope’s files from her last two schools.
She wondered if Alaric resented her, for everything that had happened. She’d never had to worry about that when she first broke up with Josie. While he’d been the headmaster at Salvatore’s, there’d been no room for him to take sides and if anything, Penelope wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him take Josie’s side - it was obvious he struggled to balance being a father and a headmaster all at once.
But now, they were in a different school, where maybe he could allow his love towards his daughters to take the forefront more often. Despite her silent disagreements Penelope had towards Alaric, mainly ones that involved him not telling Lizzie and Josie about the merge, she actually liked him. Surprisingly - even to her - she’d actually be quite disheartened if he treated her differently.
Eventually, Penelope cleared her throat, “Why did you leave the boarding school?” She asked, leaning back in her seat. In a way, she was relieved Alaric was her headmaster again, she didn’t feel like trying to suss out a brand new person.
Alaric was too occupied with the computer to look up, although Penelope didn’t take offence, she knew what he was like and it was just nice to have some sense of familiarity after everything that had happened since she’d come back.
“I thought the school would be more suited to a headmaster that can help better than I can.” He explained vaguely after a pause, looking up from the screen in front of him.
She let out a quiet burst of laughter, it had never been a secret that Alaric was ill-equipped when it came to running a school of supernatural teenagers. “You mean someone who’s not a human, right?” Penelope asked, earning a glare from Alaric.
“Penelope.” He began in a hiss, “You don’t know who could be listening.”
Penelope only shrugged in response, although she knew he was right, so she decided not to press any further. Even if she was hurting more than she’d care to admit, she knew throwing the rest of her former classmates under the bus would be unfair. Perhaps the council had stopped vampire hunting years ago, but there was no use in risking it.
“You applied for your enrollment quite late.” Alaric noted, looking up from his screen to shoot her a knowing glance. Maybe this Josie and Landon thing had been going on for a while. “Last night, to be exact. You’re lucky I recognised your name.”
Penelope could only pray that Alaric wouldn’t mention Josie. She wasn’t sure she could handle even the mention of her former girlfriend’s name right now.
She chose not to offer an explanation, to be safe, “So can I still enrol?” Penelope asked nonchalantly, like she had other options. Technically, she could go back to Belgium, but how would she even explain what had happened to her parents? They’d had no idea about her and Josie and for good reason, they never would have approved of the relationship.
Alaric nodded, “You can, but I don’t understand, Penelope.” He answered, finally tearing his full attention away from the computer, resting his arms on the desk he sat at, “You fit in well at the boarding school, you were well liked.. I just don’t see what you gain from coming here instead.”
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Penelope sat up straight. “Maybe I want a different experience.” She shot back, just about managing to hold back her sarcasm. She made a point of lowering her voice as she continued, “Besides, it’s not like I need help controlling my magic, I grew up around witches in the French Quarter.”
“And you’re sure there’s not another reason?” Alaric asked, as though he already knew but was just waiting for Penelope to confess the truth.
Penelope nodded in response; a lie that Alaric appeared to see right now.
He paused uncertainly, “Have you spoken to Josie since you got back? I know she missed having you around school.” Alaric commented, a statement that caused Penelope’s heart to sink.
She didn’t want to think about how Josie must’ve felt after she left, their tearful goodbye had been painful enough. She wondered how long it had taken after that for her to grow close with Landon, if he was just a rebound or if Josie really loved him - neither option was preferable.
“No, I broke up with her, remember?” Penelope clarified, feigning disinterest. She almost immediately dropped the act, more so out of shame rather than the fact that she was talking to Josie’s father. He probably didn’t think very highly of her after she broke his daughter’s heart the first time around. “If I see her, I’ll say hi..”
Seemingly satisfied with the answer he’d been given, Alaric momentarily returned his attention back towards the computer, clicking and typing a few times before he spoke, “Then congratulations, Penelope, you’re officially a student at Mystic Falls High.” He announced, not bothering to lace his tone with enthusiasm, he knew it was the last thing Penelope wanted.
With another click at the computer, a sheet of paper appeared from the printer behind Alaric’s desk, the machinery making a soft buzz. He turned around in his chair to grab the paper, handing it to Penelope. “This has your timetable and your locker number.” He stated, pointing towards each area where the necessary information was located.
Taking the paper in her hands, Penelope quickly skimmed over the information, enough to know that her first lesson of the day was History. She nodded, “Thanks, Alaric.” Penelope acknowledged.
“That’s Mr Saltzman to you.” Alaric corrected her half-heartedly. He shook his head, knowing that she wouldn’t listen, Penelope had been too close to Josie and the rest of the Saltzman family - excluding Lizzie, of course - to even consider Alaric an authority figure. “Just be careful what you call me around the other students.”
Penelope nodded again, humming in amusement as she stood up from her seat. “Yeah, sure.” She mumbled, gathering her things and folding up the sheet Alaric had given her, “I guess I’ll see you around then."
For the first time during the entire exchange, Alaric offered Penelope a smile. Strangely enough, Penelope found it reassuring, easing nerves she didn’t know she had about her first day, “Good luck today.” He said, “And welcome back to Mystic Falls.”
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Summary
Josie Laughlin and her twin sister Lizzie Laughlin moved to Mystic Falls, Virginia when they were fifteen with a secret they kept close to their hearts. But when she encountered Hope from the Mikaelson family, the secrets they tried to keep ended up spilling out, especially on the night of a full moon when Josie heard the raucous howls of wolves. Or, a Hosie Green Creek AU because I fell in love with the book series and wanted to throw Hosie into the world of Green Creek
What can I say, I'm weak for shiny new AUs
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