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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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Be Here | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey lovelies! You ever just take a year to write a part two? Well, thanks to @hellotvshowtrash 's writing challenge I have finally written the second part to Come Back. I straight up just sat down and wrote this in less then two hours. The muses have blessed me and said Elijah Mikaelson reunion fic or nothing. I am not stupid-- I will not deny them. Shoutout to Lottie (@imdreamingwiththestars) for making me miss these boys <3

Description: Elijah was dead and now he's not, stand-alone sequel to Come Back

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, Mainly Elijah

Prompt: "What was it like to die?"

Warnings: rushed writing, mentions of depression

Word count: 2k

Tags: Soft Angst and then Fluff

It’s been two years— well, almost two years. One year, eight months, and seventeen days. But who’s counting, right? Certainly not you. Certainly you wouldn’t be stupid enough to honestly believe that he’s coming back. Even after the promises. His promises and their promises— it doesn’t matter. Both mean nothing. You don’t blame them but you would be naive to believe them.

Still, you keep count— just in case. There’s no harm in that, right? Two years— one year, eight months, and seventeen days— without Elijah Mikaelson. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, your throat closing like it’s been only a few hours. Maybe there’s a little bit of harm.

You press your face harder into the sweater curled under your head. It doesn’t smell like him anymore— there’s no cinnamon left, none of his at least. None of the sugary vanilla that used to encase her like a NOLA bakery. Only traces of Kol’s nutty cinnamon blend— he must’ve snuck in here last night at some point. Both him and Klaus occasionally do. You don’t blame them for that either— you don’t have a monopoly on missing Elijah Mikaelson.

Slipping out of his sheets is harder than you would admit if either of the brothers were to ask you. It’s not like they’re warm or anything— they’re just as ice cold as the rest of the room— but they’re his and the thought of going the rest of the day without them just doesn’t appeal to you the way it should. Voices flit up the stairs but you don’t strain hard enough to make out the words. You could if you wanted to but there’s no point— you don’t care anymore. Not about trivial things— not about talking. You only do it when you have to these days.

The trek across the room to the door takes what feels like an hour. In reality you’re sure it’s only seconds but, well, this time you aren’t counting so who knows— maybe it did take you an hour. Sun is filtering past the curtains now, painting a stripe through the dim room and across the oak floor. An hour. You pause beside his dresser, debating going in to dig out a new hoodie. You haven’t taken a new one in about three months but your stash is running sparse. It’s not a hard decision, pushing past the dresser and leaving it untouched— you’ll need it more later.

In the hallway things feel different. You can’t put your finger on what it is exactly. There’s a slight shift in the atmosphere and a little more of a kick to the energy in the compound. It feels alive— like everything is humming. The hair on the back of your neck raises instinctively, the answer on your tongue but not quite forming. It’s probably nothing— you haven’t slept in two weeks. It’s probably exhaustion. You’re a vampire but you’re not impervious to sleep deprivation. Time marches on whether or not you acknowledge it— whether or not you reject it. You’ve learned that the hard way.

It’s why you keep padding towards your room, feet soft on the hardwood, trying desperately not to draw the attention of whoever’s in the kitchen. The electric charge in the air follows you to your bedroom, increasing ten-fold when you cross the threshold and halting your advance. You haven’t been in here in weeks but for some reason it feels like everything’s been disturbed. Not in a noticeable way— there’s still a thin layer of dust over everything— but something’s off. Your stomach rolls as you glance around at your things, the pressure building as your neck tingles. You could honestly just fucking scream.

Still, you push further, braving the sudden unknown of your room with a burst of stamina you haven’t felt in months. Breaching the doorway feels like being sucked into a new planet, one unrecognizable and dangerous. Thankfully you don’t need oxygen because you’re pretty sure there’s none in your room. Your chest is tight— heavy— and you make quick work of changing into a new pair of shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt that’s been hanging untouched in your closet for at least a year. You haven’t been afraid of it, per say, but you certainly weren’t ready to wear it. Today feels like the day though.

It isn’t until you go to sit on the bed, not bothering to even try to balance as you put your socks on, that you’re finally rewarded with a clue that you may not be as crazy as you feel. It’s warm— the bed is warm. Not the whole bed— because yes, you do reach out to check— only the part you happen to sit on. It’s warm like someone was just sitting here minutes ago and you spring up as quickly as you went down, closing your eyes and pulling in as much air from the room as possible. You’re getting to the bottom of this now. When the air reaches your nose some of the pieces begin to click together—

Cinnamon.

Only a faint trace of it but still your chest jumps— is it— no don’t be stupid it couldn’t be. You thump a hand against your chest to clear the feeling as you force your legs to carry you out the door. You realize too late that you only have one sock, your bare foot pressing against the cold wood of the staircase, but you’re too far and too determined to go back now. You’ve got to find Kol and you have a pretty good idea you know where he is.

Sugar wafts to your nose as you press towards the kitchen, mixed with a touch of citrus— Klaus must’ve picked up your favourite pastries. As you reach the door voices flit stronger to your ears. You can make out Klaus’ hushed tone but not his words, followed by a comment from Kol that you can’t decipher. Good, they’re both here.

The kitchen is by far the brightest room you’ve ventured into in months, the countertops gleaming so bright you have to squint, throwing a hand over your brows. When you blink, clearing the glare however, you notice something peculiar— no pastries. You could have sworn you just smelled them—

“Love, you’re awake.” There’s a whoosh of air followed by two hands on your face and the lingering scent of honey shampoo.

You smile weakly up at Klaus, shrugging. “Was never really asleep.”

Another pair of hands wrap around your stomach, pulling you into a nutmeg chest, lips finding your head. “That’s not healthy, darling. How long’s it been now?”

Shrugging again— this time at Kol— you let your eyes wander the kitchen, nose wrinkling at the heady sugar scent. “Two weeks, give or take.”

You can’t locate the source— but, then again, you can’t see past Klaus’s worried eyes. You watch as he tosses a look behind your head, presumably at Kol. When you roll your head back though you find that his brother’s brown eyes aren’t meeting his stare but are also tilted behind him. You chest jumps again, the air thickening, energy coursing through you— what the hell is going on?

You push away from the boys, arms crossing over your chest as you turn to the source of whatever’s got the compound disrupted this morning. Opening your mouth, you go to make a snarky remark— or to scream, you aren’t sure— but when you finally see it all that comes out is a soundless gush of air. All words are lost as your eyes drag over the back of a familiar brunette head, passing down a muscled back and over sweatpants you haven’t seen worn in years. One year, eight months, and seventeen days. It’s all you can do to poke your tongue out of your mouth, sweeping it over your dry mouth and tasting sugar.

There’s just no way.

You take a step backwards, back slamming into one of the brothers but unable to tear your eyes away from the figure long enough to see who. “What— what’s happening?”

Always the noble one, Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t keep you waiting, whirling on his feet, a box of pancake mix in his hands. “Couldn’t have waited ten more minutes, baby?”

You’re not alive but for a moment it feels like your heart stops as you drink in the man in front of you. Brown hair, brown eyes, stubble on his jaw the same as the day he died. Your vision clouds over, tears tugging at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to blink them away. You’re not risking clearing a vision this clear.

You take a tentative step forward, afraid that if you move too quickly the mirage might evaporate. “Elijah?”

“Hey baby.”

If your dead heart stopped upon seeing his silhouette then it restarts when he passes you the familiar, crooked smile that you fell in love with all those decades ago— the same one you’ve been longing for since the day he left you.

Fuck tiptoeing.

You’re across the room in record time, your hair flying behind you as you launch yourself into his arms, praying to whoever will listen that your body hits something solid. There’s a muted thud followed by his arms wrapping around you— his physical, cinnamon sugar scented arms. At his reciprocated touch you finally let yourself sob. You can’t remember the last time you actually let yourself cry but you are now and it’s finally out of relief.

Your hands attack his face, palms deranged and fingers haphazardly dragging across his neck and jaw and scalp. Your shoulders are shaking, tears hot against your face and pooling over your lips but you refuse to look away from his gaze. He looks just as wild as you feel, brown eyes ticking rapidly over your features. It’s all you can do to smash your mouth against his, crying through the kiss before laughing because he still tastes like your Elijah. Like cinnamon buns and sweetness.

“This can’t be real— you’re dead. I saw you die!” You sob against his lips.

He presses his mouth back just as hard, hands digging against your skin and clawing at his band t-shirt. You reciprocate by squeezing your thighs harder around his hips, pressing your body as close to his as you can get. It’s not enough but you feel like you can finally breathe again when you crush your arms around his shoulders.

“I know—” he finally murmurs into your mouth— “but I’m here. Right here.”

You pull away, hands still carding through his soft hair, pulling at the damp strands. “‘Lijah you were dead— I— I thought you weren’t coming—”

Your chest feels heavy again but he’s quick to move, cutting your destructive train of thought with his cinnamon and honey lips. You don’t mind— he could do anything right now and you would still cling to him like your life depends on it. Kissing him has been at the top of your list for two years now— you’re not going to refuse. One of his hands lowers, hooking around your thigh and tugging you higher up his body. You’re not the only one whose life depends on staying as connected as possible.

“It’s real— I’m real. I promised you, baby. I’m back— I promise I’m back.”

Just like that you’re back to giggling against his mouth, arms anchored behind his neck. Soon your head is falling back, the euphoria rolling through your body like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You would never wish for him— for any of them— to leave you again but this feeling makes every gruelling day worth it. He’s back. As if to prove it his lips find your neck, kissing over your skin feverishly.

After a few moments of soaking in the attention of the resurrected man you finally pull yourself together enough to attempt a true conversation like a respectable woman.

“What was it like to die?”

He chuckles against your skin, shaking his head, his lips never leaving you. “I’ll tell you later— there are a few matters we need to sort out first baby, starting with getting you out of that fucking t-shirt. It’s been too long.”

Who are you kidding— he’s right and you hum your agreement, lips searching for his, desperate once more—

“One year, eight months, and seventeen days too long.”

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hamburgerhelpersotherhand · 4 years ago

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yandere Elijah headcanons w a human that first don’t recognize his yandere behaviour and thinks that he’s just being protective over her bc he loves her but once she realizes, she gets scared and tries to run away? Also, he doesn’t tell her he’s a vampire and don’t want the rest of his family to know about her, bc he’s scared his brother will try to take her away from him.

Ok ok let’s do some headcanons, though this still seems really story driven lmao.. who cares!! Life’s too short for it.

Warnings: Abusive relationship? Mainly unhealthy mindset and some threats.

Elijah is one of the only vampires in the series who acts and talks like an old soul. With this in mind, you can assume he’s kept some ideals, maybe shuffled them around at best.

Perhaps you two met getting coffee? Or at a jewellery store? Something chic seems realistic, though I can also imagine him approaching you at a local Museum. It goes without saying that you had been on his radar far before he’d ever spoken to you, so you may recognize him from several events or just... from somewhere in town.

I’d imagine he’s very kind to you, as he is with most people, though realistically his measures to keep you pliable are far from the word. He believes you’ll never find out, but you eventually do. His overbearing presence may have equated to that, though a part of you had always assumed there was no harm in his passion. He’s just... protective, looking out for you, wanting what’s best for the woman of his dreams a friend.

The presence of other humans in your life would never bother him, even if you found a romantic interest in one. They’re not really competition, after all... though he’ll often get jealous of the intimacy. You could just be acquainted with Elijah and he’d still consider you his love, though you and your human partner may have something else to say about that.

But the vampires drawn to Mystic Falls have nothing but cruel intentions (so he wouldn’t allow one to get close, even if they were previously a friend or partner) and you still being very-much human makes you a weak spot. If only his family knew, you’d be thrown around like a chew toy. Elijah’s little fragile human girlfriend. Of course, that’s not what he wants. Far from it, in fact. He’s always been careful about mentioning his family in your presence, and even more so about mentioning you in theirs.

Though, that’s hardly ever stopped Klaus before.

When he finds you in town, maybe at a nice evening party, he recognizes your perfume immediately. It’s the subtle aroma Elijah had been carrying for the past few weeks and Klaus knows better than to think it be a coincidence.

Before a real conversation is initiated and only greetings passed, Elijah cuts in and stops the fun. He’ll usher him away, no doubt with Klaus on the verge of starting something, only to notice Rebekah and Kol approach you.

With nothing but trouble amidst, Elijah would take you home. You may not like it, but he has no other choice in the matter. His siblings want to fuck around, then so be it— as long as it isn’t with you.

After the party, Klaus will poke and prod— may even leave some marks with his words as he does.

“Out of all the eligible bachelorettes of the world, you choose to be with her?”

“Well, of course. Does that bother you?”

“It shouldn’t, but it does.”

It’s not long after your first encounter with his half-brother that Elijah begins watching over you closely. He probably wouldn’t admit it, but he’s worried. Klaus is a creature of impulse and you’re someone he’s inclined to see again. Though... it won’t be under any good circumstances.

“You should turn her.” Klaus would suggest. Of course, Elijah wouldn’t even fathom it until he continued. “We wouldn’t want another Tatia on our hands, would we?”

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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years ago

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Uncle Elijah,

I wrote this letter, and every letter here personally and made them all different. My reason being that you each stir a different feeling of sadness or anger in my heart.

As a child, I idolized you. I idolized the way you would carry yourself with an air of confidence but could still be somewhat humble.

There were days where I longed for you to read to me, just like you did with Hope. As I grew older, I realized that these were childish fantasies as you would never love me or care for me as much as Hope.

Now that I am gone, I feel that the weight of me wanting you to show me a sliver of attention has completely vanished.

I hope you have a good eternity. Maybe sometime in the very far future, we can reconnect but at this point, I am cutting you out of my life. It is better for my psyche and self-esteem.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Aunt Freya,

This letter is different from the ones that everyone else received. Mainly because each of you made me feel a different type of either sadness or anger.

I was looking forward to getting to learn magic from you but alas it was not to be. I understand that as a firstborn Mikaelson you carried an uncontrollable amount of magic and so did my sister, but my magic was also out of control. I wanted you to give me a chance and to teach me control but Hope was more important and I understand that.

Don't try to look for me, I'm cloaked with a spell I wrote myself. I am going to be impossible to find. Enjoy the rest of your life Freya, I know that you are no longer immortal so enjoy every human moment you have, especially with Keelin.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Aunt Rebekah,

Instead of writing one large letter, I felt that individual letters would be more appropriate.

I heard the stories as a child, how you always wanted a loving family, and children of your own. I know I'm not your daughter but you had a large chance of making a huge impact on my life as my aunt.

I looked forward to the future of you and I shopping together or you and I just doing something together. Unfortunately, you and I never did any of those things... but you did them with my sister.

I know it sounds petty but it really did hurt my feelings. By leaving I'm alleviating you of the burden of you ever having to do anything with me.

Eternity is a long time, so I might see you sometime in the future, but until then have a nice life, Rebekah.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Mother,

It was once said that all love begins and ends with she who gave us life. I find that statement to be incorrect, for you never truly loved me. Let me amend my previous statement if you did love me you never showed it.

As a child it was subtle, you would never notice unless you were looking for it. There was obvious favoritism and it hurt more than you will ever know.

I have questioned my self worth for years, I never had a mother to reaffirm that I too, had value in this world.

I was raised by Uncle Kol and Aunt Davina, with help from Keelin and Marcel. Davina helped me make every single flower crown I made for you for Mother's Day. She helped me put a spell on the flowers so they would never die. You never acknowledged them once.

You consistently allowed my sister to get away with things that weren't right. In your eyes Hope was perfect and I was not. As a child that was hard to accept and it still is hard to accept at the age of sixteen.

I know it won't make much of a difference whether or not I'm here because I'm just not worth caring about I guess.

Maybe in the future, we'll reconnect but at this point, to protect my mental and emotional state you are officially cut out of my life.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Father,

Always and forever. A sentiment that was to be shared with everyone in the family. I admit that I was not a part of that sacred vow.

Daughters are supposed to think well of their father's. I honestly don't know what to think of you. Once upon a time, you promised to be there for me, to love me, to include me in the vow of always and forever; but that didn't happen.

I know that you really didn't want to be a father, well not to me at least. You always said you never wanted to be like Grandpa Mikael and for Hope you aren't. To me, you are actually worse than him, because he actually used to show you attention while it's like I don't even exist.

One day we'll meet again but that won't be for a very long time. So consider yourself cut off from my life.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Hope,

Well dear sister, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I am now out of your hair for good. You can now forever have your way when it comes to Niklaus and Hayley.

I don't really have much else to say to you, other than have a nice life. Maybe we'll meet again one day but I wouldn't hold my breath.

Best Wishes,

Astrid Jupiter Mikaelson

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Dear Uncle Kol,

You and I properly said our goodbyes so pretend this letter is really sappy. I'm just kidding but I wanted to say that I'm going to miss you, and I will hopefully see you soon. Thank you for always looking out for me. Take care of Auntie V and treat her like the queen she is.

Love,

Your Star

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Dear Auntie V,

We have already said our goodbyes, so pretend this is heartwrenching. I'm only teasing but this is my opportunity to say that I'm really going to miss you and we'll hopefully see each other soon. Thank you for helping me with all of that girl stuff. Tell Uncle Kol he better treat you like a queen.

Love,

Your Star

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Dear Aunt Keelin,

Goodbyes and tears have already been spent, but I need you to play pretend. I miss you already and i cannot wait until we are reunited once again. I'll be in contact soon. Thank you for being family to me even though you didn't have to be. I'll hopefully see you soon!

Love,

Your Star

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Dear Marcel,

We had to say goodbye big brother, and it hurt a lot. I'll be in contact soon, I'll make sure Jack and Daniel get in contact with you too. Thank you for being the best big brother in the whole world. No matter what anyone says you are family. I'm going to miss you. I love you, Marcie.

Love,

Your Star

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malereader-inserts · 4 years ago

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It’s Complicated

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries Pairing: Mikaelson & Brother!Reader Summary: You just had to make the situation much more complicated Word Count: 995 Request: Could you do a Mikaelson Family x Youngest! Brother! Reader, and could you have them disapprove him dating Elena? You don't have to but it would be really great if you did! A/n: Sorry if this isn’t the best!

“You’re a smug bastard, aren’t you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, with a charming smile, throwing your head back as you stood in Caroline’s house. You had known the group before your family being resurrected from the coffins and somehow managed to whisk Elena off her feet. She lost feelings for Stefan and was head over heels for you. The timeline is messy, but even if you were a Mikaelson - they were something different about you from your siblings.

“Of course I am,” You replied back to Caroline, “My brother seems to be so infatuated with you, are you going to the welcome ball?”

“Of course not.”

“Matt is invited by Rebekah.”

“That little-”

You raised an eyebrow at her as she slowly sat back down from suddenly standing up. You rest back at the chair in her room, as you tilt your head.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Caroline asked as you raised an eyebrow in questioning, “You know the ball in tonight, I would assume that your family have some preparations for the day.”

You waved your hand, “Please, I already have my suit tailored and my shoes set out already. So, what else do I need? Just my hair and that’s a quick thing to do. Are you aware if Stefan and or Damon will be joining us tonight?”

It wasn’t like you hated the Salvatore brothers, they get irritating at best but so does your lovely girlfriend. But, you get an enormous hero aroma from Stefan and saboteur emitting from Damon. It was overbearing as well as the hatred towards you due to Elena picking a Mikaelson over them. But, sometimes, you hate the Salvatore brothers with a passion, you would grit your teeth and seethe out their names.

You would happily put a stake through their heart however, for the kindness of your heart and mainly Elena’s happiness. They walk to see a new day.

“Probably, they do love your dear Elena.”

“Yeah, don’t they just,” You sighed, as you stood up, “Well, I must go, I will see at the ball.”

“Don’t murder Damon or Stefan.”

You looked at Caroline, your smile being somewhat lazy as your eyes glimmer in the sunlight, you rolled your eyes cheekily. Before shrugging your shoulders, “No promises.”

“I’m going to murder them,” You hissed under your breath.

Your family stared at the entrance seeing Elena enter, holding the arms of both Salvatores.

“We promised mother no violence,” Elijah muttered back as you scoffed, standing up straight and if you had an extra power for your sight to burn, both brothers’ heart would burn and melt.

“Who said murder has to be violent.”

Kol and Klaus chuckled, as Finn looked away in disapproval, whilst Rebekah snorted. Elijah looked at you with a stern look in his eyes. As you looked at your older brother, you shrugged your shoulders, innocent washing over your eyes of intended murder. Elijah sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your shoulders deflate and obeyed.

“You really need to stop listening to the good brother,” Klaus whispers in your ear as you watch Elijah and Finn step down to greet invitees.

“Piss off, Nik,” you grumbled, “Maybe you should start listening to the good brother every now and then. And you too, Kol.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Kol exclaimed.

“You didn’t need to, dumb ass.”

“Why do you concern yourself of Elena anyway?” Klaus asked, his arm relaxing over your shoulders as you watch Damon talk to her whilst Stefan gets her a drink.

“Because if those two filthy Salavtores don’t get their arms off my girlfriend, this ball will become a blood bath.”

You shrugged your brother’s arm as you storm yourself towards girlfriend. Suddenly, Elena brightens up at the sight of your face, that your anger washes away before suddenly smiling at your girlfriend, who became excited to see you.

“(Y/n)!” She exclaimed as you chuckled and engulfed her in a hug.

“Hello beautiful, aren’t you extra beautiful tonight,” You held her hand as she twirled around, giggling as your eyes shine at admiration.

“Aren’t you the cutest love birds in the world?” Damon asked sarcastically, you give him a face to which he returned, “I doubt that your siblings would approve.”

Then, the realisation had dawned upon you. You had not told your family of the recent development and you were surprised that Damon nor Stefan had decided to spill the beans at the dinner party they had with your brothers. Your back straightens and your shoulders stiffen, as Elena placed a gentle hand on your cheeks.

“Don’t look now, but your siblings are glaring,” Elena says.

“Thanks, lovely,” You hummed in sarcastic appreciation as you slowly turn around to see your siblings looking your way.

Kol and his massive gob, you really had it coming. Kol can never keep anything to himself unless it’s to protect himself. Klaus was seething, almost looking like you betrayed him. Unpleasantly feeling like Klaus had a dagger on your way. Rebekah was ready to throw her heel at you, as you turn to look at her.

You gulped as you turn to look at Elijah, the good brother, who’s eyes were heavy with disappointment. You turn to see Caroline enter the mansion and see that Klaus’ attention diverted. You looked at your girlfriend.

“I’ll sort it out with my family, in the meantime, you don’t do anything stupid.”

“No promises,” She smiles teasingly, unknown to you that she’s going to meet your mother. You rolled your eyes as you kiss her softly.

“I mean it, Elena, don’t do anything that’ll cost me my life.”

“I promise.”

You went to Elijah to start the explanation, knowing that you’ll get repeated disappointment from all your siblings. You enter the next few hours of your life not knowing what the night will hold for you, your siblings and the idiotic movement that your girlfriend will do with your mother later the night.

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amariaamaris · 4 years ago

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Of Begrudging Saving and Mistrust

Origanally called, Bonnie Bennett: The Savior

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Bonnie had heard all about what had been happening down in New Orleans. What with the original family moving in and causing the powder keg to explode. The shitstorm that came after caused devastation and many lives to be lost on all sides. The reasoning behind her knowledge? Well, once she finally got out of Mystic Falls, she travelled the world and cultivated her craft.

Bonnie found that the more she learned and the more time she took for herself. The more she was able to listen to nature and what was left of her ancestors (after the collapse of the other side). When the Hollow first resurfaced information was only whispered to Bonnie. Then the dreams started, more like nightmares. Then when the hollow - also known as Inadu - found its way inside of Klaus’s daughter Hope, Bonnie started in depth research.

She found that if she could find a way to make a prison world, much like the one that once held Kai Parker. Except she wanted it to be a failsafe, with no way for anyone or anything to get in or out. Bonnie knew it needed to be a temporary holding space until she found a way to fully get rid of the Hollow. She didn’t really know why she was bothering to try and save the Mikaelsons. Especially after all the damage they caused to her and her friends, rather the only ones left that she talks to anyway. After she left, Bonnie only kept in contact with Caroline, Matt, and every once in a while Alaric (mainly for his daughters).

Bonnie shook her head as she looked around the huge compound the Mikaelson’s call home. She knew that they were distracted enough to not notice her. Bonnie nearly cheered in relief when she finally found what she was looking for - the last white oak stake left. Bonnie quickly ignited the fireplace in the room, knowing that she was running out of time.

She tossed the stake into the fire as she closed her eyes and chanted to make sure that all the white oak is destroyed; once and for all. She still had some bitterness from the complete trainwreck that some special wood caused in Mystic Falls. After she was sure it worked, she extinguished the fire and rushed down the stairs to the area that the Mikaelsons are standing around.

With no hesitation she fires spell after spell, all of them meant to subdue every single one of the family members without harming them (okay maybe a little harm towards the vampires of the family, she never claimed to be completely above pettiness). Bonnie, using her magic forces Klaus to his knees as she confidently strides up to him and puts one hand to his third eye and left temple and her other lands on his chest; right above his heart chakra.

That’s is when she started chanting, she could feel the Hollow fighting her, so she intensified her chanting. She got louder and louder, until she finally pulled the Hollow out of Klaus. She quickly pulled away from him as he panted (his yells of pain nearly deafened her, but she is on a mission), she took out her very own ascendant and opened a portal to the prison world that she made.

Bonnie could feel that she was running out of her magic and energy faster that she wanted. So she put everything into getting pushing the Hollow straight into the prison. But as she felt her grip on the Hollow loosen, she panicked and dropped the spells she was holding up to stop his family. Bonnie hoped that by now they had figured out what she was doing and wouldn’t try to kill her.

She felt more that saw Freya, Davina, and Hope come up next to her. Bonnie felt some of the strain come off of her as all four witches worked together to throw the Hollow to its prison world. Finally they got it in and Bonnie quickly said the spell to close the portal. The moment she did, she teleported the ascendant into its hiding place and fell to her knees as she gasped for breath.

She could feel all of their eyes burning into her gasping form. Bonnie honestly didn’t think that she would get to this point, so she had no idea what to say to them. She definitely didn’t have enough magic to protect herself if they chose to try and kill her. Bonnie allowed her eyes to close for a few moments as her hair fell to hide her face as she breathed deeply in and out. The silence surrounding all of them was full of tension and confusion.

“Bloody hell, that was intense.” For some reason those words falling from Kol’s lips was the funniest thing to Bonnie and she couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that escaped her. She tried slapping a hand over her mouth to stop it, but she gave up and her laughter overtook her whole body. Bonnie look around at everyone as she continued to laugh and there were varying degrees of confusion, annoyance, suspicion, hesitance, and outright amusement from Kol. Ergo, the huge grin spread across his face.

Davina couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her at the whole situation. Nor could she stop the sigh that left her lips, “Kol... seriously, not the time.” All Kol did in response was grin at her. From the shaking Bonnie’s body was doing she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stand up on her own anytime soon, the thought quickly quieted her.

Then, Hope’s hesitant voice seems to silence everyone else. “Does that mean that my dad doesn’t have to die? The Hollows gone now, right?” That question is directed straight at Bonnie and with it, everyone's undivided attention. Bonnie immediately was able to feel her shoulders slump in exhaustion upon hearing the question. All the energy Bonnie had, seemed to be completely zapped out of her.

She could see and feel darkness pulling at the edges of her vision, knowing that with the crashing of her adrenalin. The sheer amount of magic she used was catching up with her. Bonnie allows her now extremely heavy feeling body to land on her butt as the darkness closed around her vision. Before she could try and say something or try and keep herself from feeling like some damsel in destress; the darkness took her under.

“She overused her magic, she needs rest. After she has rested you can question her all you want.” All she could make out after hearing that females voice (was that Freya?) was a bunch of different voices mixing together and the feeling of being softly lifted up. Along with it, weightlessness; faintly she could have sworn she hear her ancestors whisper “Elijah Mikaelson”.

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Let me know what all of you think! I kinda hit a wall after writing the last paragraph, so I decided to stop there. Let me know if you want a second part, maybe help give me ideas for a second one! I’m also trying to get creative juices going, so if you want a one-shot written just let me know what it is and with who and I’ll see what I can do! It would also be amazing if any of you have some constructive feedback! Anyway; peace, love, and joy! (I actually don’t remember how that actually goes!)

#vampirediares #theoriginals #bonlijah?#klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #howitshouldhaveended #hope mikaelson #the hollow #bonnie bennett

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malethirsty · 5 years ago

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Loyalty - Marcel Gerard

Summary: With Mystic Falls out of sight and New Orleans in view, you decide to make friends with the locals. Helpful when said friend turns out to be the King

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before you Tap!)

When you all arrived at the Mikaelson’s old kingdom, it was nearing lunchtime, so you expected the streets would be empty, however New Orleans was bustling with activity, whether people were visiting shops, eating at café’s or painting in the streets. You winded your way through the French Quarter “Klaus, where are we going?” You asked “The King’s Quarters, I hope they are hospitable to their original king” Klaus explained. Eventually the group reached a courtyard “Hello! Anyone there? The conquering hero returns!” Kol rolled his eyes “Niklaus, no ones here, you can stop hamming it up.” “Look who’s talking!” Tyler snapped back “Guys! We’ve all had a long night, we don’t need to be at each others throats.” You said “Look if we split up & try to find supernatural elements, maybe we’ll find the king in the quarter, “Stefan, you have the biggest chance of draining someone, so I need you to mind our bags, if something happens, we’ll call you to help, everyone else, move out!” With the plan in order Klaus took Rebekah, Elijah escorted a still grumpy Tyler & Kol, and you moved out by yourself, armed with the various detection skills you learnt from The Council & Klaus.

As you wondered the streets for a while, you came across a karaoke bar. Deciding to give it a shot/break, you headed into the roarcus crowd, which mainly consisted of women, which you understood once you glanced to the stage. A beautiful man was performing ‘How You Like Me Now?’ He was dark skinned, had the brightest smile you had ever seen & such a great energy, you found yourself entranced by the man, eventually he saw you & flashed a very flirty wink and a grin in your direction which melted you, how you wanted him to fuck you, then Klaus might turn him so he could be in this open relationship you & Klaus had. Eventually he finished his number & went over to get a drink, you hastened over while the women went back to their business “Sir, excuse me” the man turned “Hello sweet thing, I saw you in the crowd. Here for an autograph? Or something else maybe?” He was very forward but had such a swaveness that you couldn’t be flustered, he let you answer his questions. “Maybe another time, I’m new in town and I needed some help around.” “Sure thing Mr.” “Y/N.” “Well Mr. Y/N I’m Marcel Gerard and something tells me I shouldn’t keep a gentleman like you waiting.” He gulfed his drink down and led you out.

You spent a good time with this new man, as you walked through the Quarter, getting a good idea of where everything was “Thanks Marcel for all the help, but I need to ask you about The King’s Quarters.” He stopped “What? There is no King’s Quarters in New-“ “Look Marcel, your charming to get me to shake me off your back, but I see the daylight ring on your finger, the crescent of the Mikaelson’s is old and faded to blend in with the public, but it’s still there.” Marcel grinned “Well ain’t you clever babe.” “Well after all this is settled maybe you can call me more than babe, but until then, I need to know where the King of New Orleans is.” Marcel let out a gutteral laugh “Baby boy, you’re looking right at him.” You smiled “Thank you, your grace, let’s walk and talk my situation.” You messaged Klaus on the way over ‘I found him, get back to King’s Quarters, also he’s very flirty, do with that what you will’

You crossed back to the King’s Quarters & found the entire group waiting. Marcel crossed over, locking eyes with the hybrid “Klaus” “Marcel” he responded “Wait, THE Marcel?” Klaus had told you about him, the only vampire he ever made, the one he though Mikael had slaughtered. Marcel grinned “This one you have Klaus, he’s smart, don’t let him go.” Klaus smirks “Wasn’t planning on it, never will.” “Been a long time roughly a hundred years since papa ran you out of town.” Your eyes widened, this was not a good way to start a conversation “Yes he did, recently I turned daddy into dust with Tyler’s help, so that takes care of the hunting issue.” Tyler beamed happily which Marcel noticed “You made your own loyal hybrids.” “My fellow creatures, with the help of Y/N. So I’m no longer the lonely King you knew, now I’m a fully fledged hybrid.” Marcel stood to ponder this “If I had known you were back, I’d have thrown you a damn parade.” Marcel broke into a happy laugh which Klaus reciprocated and the two hugged “Well, I guess I owe my sire a drink.” “Amongst other things” Marcel grinned at Klaus’s proposition “Head upstairs the dining room is the ending room on the left” you turned to Kol & Stefan “You two need to handle our bags, I still need to calm you down Kol.” “No matter sweetheart, I have to get ready for a date anyway.” You spluttered “You didn’t comepl a townsperson did you?” Tyler silently laughed not wanting to erk Kol’s wrath “No, I’m capable of making men want me online without having to do some eye magic.” grinning as you turned, you went into Marcel’s pad. A dining room/kitchen was presented, with a long hallway, connecting the bedrooms & the study room. Extremely tired following a long drive & the attempts to find Marcel, you picked a far off room, had Tyler drop your bags in before you yourself dropped off.

After what felt like a blissful sleep, you woke up to the sounds of men shouting: Klaus and Marcel. Agitated, you flapped a pillow over your ears, but couldn’t block it out. Eventually you heard distinctly Elijah, trying to get them to calm down. Once both raised their tones to Elijah, you realised they weren’t being happily rowdy, they were arguing. You stood up, exited your room, not caring your hair was tossled & stomped up to the dining room “Guys, I can hear you screaming down the hallway, what’s going on?” “Marcel is being difficult” Klaus started “Difficult? It wouldn’t be if what you were asking wasn’t public suicide!” Marcel retaliated “So given none of you want to be direct, Elijah will you explain?” “Gladly” Elijah returned to you “Klaus was King of New Orleans and given he was chased out by Mikael, thinks he deserves his throne back, as it would give us protection against Esther if she retaliates, however Marcel has been ruling since he left and won’t give it up.” Now everything made sense “Key word: IF.” Marcel responded “Also there’s protection on the Quarter.” “Not enough if we were able to get in easily.” Marcel brushed this off, “You avoided your authority since you left, why should I even give you the throne back?” “Because I was forced out against my will, I never abdicated, I wanted to return but I had to deal with Mikael and my hybrids.” “There is an entire legacy left by me, how could you ever master it in a day.” “I would master it in less & need I remind you Marcellus, I also have a legacy, all aligning these rooms, even standing before me, however this tapestry of it is showing it’s maker clear disrespect.” “How dare you! You may be my maker but here in New Orleans, I am your king & I demand respect!” Klaus & Marcel’s voices had continued to rise throughout their exchange so they didn’t notice yours bellowing “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, BOTH OF YOU STOP!” You yelled. Klaus & Marcel taken aback, fell silent “Thank you! Now Klaus, we can do this discussion without it turning into screaming, you’ve done it with me. Marcel, a bit of thinking could help everything. Technically Klaus did not abdicate, whenever a leader goes off to a war or on a visit somewhere, they don’t suddenly abdicate, so Klaus should be king, now he has returned.” Klaus grinned but you shot him a warning look, causing it to fall “Now, no one is trying to discount what you have done Marcel, you took something that burnt & made it incredible, however Klaus returning to power means massive protection and Marcel, if your guests are protected here, then why were we able to walk straight in?” Marcel’s slight smile when you complimented his legacy fell at this. “Now, you supernatural’s can process things fast, but for me it’s been less than a full day then when we started running from Mystic Falls, my own home for 22 years! And I have put up with it and not complained, but instead of respect, I’m met with men having a cock fight over something that could be resolved if you weren’t shoving sticks up your ass! Elijah moderate this damn conversation, I’m leaving. And do not call me back unless you have reached a fucking agreement!” You stormed away from the compound, out into the New Orleans night.

You spent a good deal of time looking around, you had purchased a nice set of beads from a trinket shop, and had looked around at the paintings of art. Whilst there you met a woman named Cami, who took you to one of the restaurants and without mentioning everything, you gave her a rundown of what was occurring “Well your partner should know that Marcel is incredibly stubborn. He won’t stop till he gets his way.” “Well that’s marvellous to me!” You said very sarcastically, Cami noticing gave you a hug “I’m sure it’ll work out.” At that exact moment, Elijah went through the door & walked up to you, taking you aside “Klaus & Marcel have worked things out, they are waiting for you at the King’s Quarters.” You nodded, said your goodbyes to Cami and walked back with Elijah. You entered the King’s Quarters and saw Klaus & Marcel sitting together at the table ‘At least they’re sitting together with no sign of a scuffle’ you thought. Elijah excused himself as you sat down “So? What’s the decision” Marcel cleared his throat “Klaus is the king, he’ll have a time of growing into the role, as I’ll help him get used to the supernatural community and how things are run. I’ll stay on as a Vampire advisor.” “See! That wasn’t so hard was it!” You chimed in “I could see how you’d think that, but you know of my history right, how I turned” you nodded “You were 21 years old, a new life on the horizon & you were attacked by a racist. Klaus saved you, and aware you could be struck down by the local racist group, turned you and gave you the skills to take them out.” “Exactly, I’m not the guy to run off from a fight, so me doing this is difficult and rare.” You nodded “It’s a great thing you’re doing Marcel, and we’ll make sure you are still given the respect you deserve.” Marcel subtly grinned while laughing ‘Well, I know you will.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Love, there is still a condition that this deal was struck on.” You turned to Klaus as he made his statement “And what was that?” “Marcel wants in on our open relationship.” You turned to Marcel “Yeah, that’s what swayed me, you see I could smell your arousal as you watched me perform and that made my cock hard, if you hadn’t gotten me to take you around, I would have pulled you into the bathroom & fucked you. I also liked how you swung me round when I was arguing with Klaus, you have guts, I can see why my sire likes you. And now, I want to have you as well. So what’s it gonna be, take it or leave it?” He whispered the last part in your ear “You said you were the king, show me that power. Make my mind up for me.” Marcel threw you both onto the table & kissed you, speedily taking both your clothes off “You want Some hot chocolate babe?” “Yes sir, I want every drop.” He grinned “Then suck my cock.” He moved upwards to your mouth as you sucked his cock “Oh fuck!” Marcel moaned “Yeah, like that, suck it down.” As Marcel got his cock sucked by you, he looked forwards to see Klaus stroking himself, his portege and his lover engaged with each other had made him painfully hard. Marcel pulled himself off you & lifted you up to see Klaus “Look what you do to him! The big string hybrid, stroking his cock for you, for us!” You kissed Marcel again, running your hands down his muscular chest “Fuck, you’re so beautiful!” You moaned, Marcel grinned “Well, gotta make my man happy.” You sucked his balls, causing Marcel to throw his head back and scream out “OH FUCK YES! THAT’S IT Y/N! KEEP GOING & YOU’LL MAKE ME CUM!” You pulled off, and heard Marcel whine “Shoot your load in my ass Marcel, I want you.” Marcel’s whine turned into excitement, he grinned before slamming you onto the table before thrusting in.

You let out a massive groan, he was massive, probably as big as Klaus. You set a nice rhythm with Marcel spinning his hips, smacking into your prostate. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out “That’s it baby, fall apart from my dick!” Marcel groaned in such a passionate beautiful way, you leant up to kiss him. “You look so beautiful Marcel.” He grinned “You are as well, look at you, all covered in sweat, gleaming as much as me.” Marcel suddenly changed to vampire speed, making you cry out as you were brought nearly to your end, when he suddenly returned to normal speed “What the?-” you started but Marcel placed his index finger on your lips “Nah uh Y/N, remember you wanted me to show you how I can be King, and this King is benevolent, he wants you to come with him, and I’m nowhere near done.” He shot a grin, pearly white teeth agleam and continued his torturous pace. Your toes curled from how good Marcel was dicking you down, and you clenched them around the table for a grip. Sensing your tenseness from his powerful thrusts, Marcel grinned down at you and persisted relentlessly "Fuck:, he groaned out, throwing his head back, when he turned back down, you saw the familiar black veins under his eyes, he wanted to feed. "Sorry Y/N, you smell mouth-watering, I've gotta have you." he said, lowering himself down to your neck, "Then take me" you softly cooed, turning your head to the side, granting him better access. Marcel did not waste time and struck, drinking you down deeply as he continued to fuck you. The strength of Marcel's pace and his and soon you noticed you were approaching your end “Fuck Marcel, I’m gonna cum!”, the vampire withdrawing from your neck, a trail of blood oozing from his mouth “That’s right Y/N, cum for me, shoot it over me.” You moaned as you did as he asked, shooting your load over his chest, he scooped it up & tasted it “Damn, your load is as good as your blood!” He kissed you, both of you now covered in blood and seed as Marcel resumed his brutal pace, making you cry out even more as Marcel bucked, determined to reach his peak as well. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! OH FUCK YES!” Marcel yelled as he shot his load inside you. Falling back onto the table, you both drew in breath, Marcel leaning down to kiss you “My king, he’s all yours.” He zipped up to his wide open room, this time the observer and watched the hybrid walk over to you “Well love, when you get your strength back, want to break the table?” You grinned, leaning up to kiss the hybrid.

#Marcel Gerard #Male Reader #Marcel Gerard x Male Reader #Marcel Gerard Smut #The Originals #The Originals Smut #Loyalty

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livlepretre · 4 years ago

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So Klaus is referred to as “Nik” by mainly two people—Kol and Rebekah. This makes sense because they are his younger sibilings and they have known him their entire lives. Now, full disclaimer: I am very picky about the fanfiction I read. I absolutely love fanfiction, and I appreciate every person who takes the time to write the stories they come up and is gracious enough to share them with the world; however, it is really easy for me to be taken out of a story (one that is supposed to be canon or canon divergent) when characters are really OOC. Examples of this are: Elena being treated like a whiny homewrecker, the Originals being uncharacteristicly friendly or caring, Tyler being portrayed as being annoying because he has a vendetta against the man who murdered his mother and made him a slave, etc. It’s just not my cup of tea. One thing that has always frustrated me in the occasional fic I’ll try to read revolves around people calling Klaus “Nik.” I encountered this a lot in my younger days (I first watched The Vampire Diaries when I was a tween) and I was a Klaroline shipper. Now, I understand that the ship is narrative trash, and I no longer ship it. I’m getting really off point, but some of these fics had Klaus allow Caroline or whoever else call him “Nik” and it always bugged me. There is only one fic (I believe) that you have written where Elena calls Klaus this nickname and it is chapter 5 of bite-sized. I’m not exactly sure if that was a choice on your part or if it was the prompt (cuz the opening sentence is where it’s used), but I really like your character analysis and wanted to know what your thoughts on this topic are. Would Klaus ever let Elena call him “Nik” ? How does that come up? Whose idea is it and why? Also, I note that only in FE is “Nik” spelled like “Nick”. Is there a particular reason for this? Thank you!

Well, first off, I do agree, what characters call each other is important. I click off of fics for the same reason.

To answer your question, the “Nik” in chapter 5 of Bite-Sized is from the prompt I was given-- almost all of Bite-Sized is based on the fic prompt game “give me the first line and I’ll write a ficlet for it” so the prompter was the origin for that. Otherwise, you’re right, I never have had Elena use that name, and it’s on purpose.

So, to me, it’s not really so much about Klaus “letting” Elena call him Nick as it is about the fact that I don’t think she would ever think to.

Elena has a really different relationship with Klaus than either Rebekah or Kol-- obviously. For Bex and Kol, there’s that “younger sibling intimacy” that gets established through the nickname, and also that thing where they’re going to completely ignore the nickname their brother chooses for himself and use the familiar nickname-- maybe even the one their mother used for him when they were small?

For Elena, the name Klaus isn’t just Klaus as in the individual-- I think that name holds so much weight and terror and dread in it, because it’s the name of that formless nightmare that was her inevitable fate hanging over her head for months and months and months before she ever knew him. In my fics, when she names him, especially when they’re having an intimate moment and she uses his name, it’s almost like it’s an acknowledgment that the person she has become to close to is also the same person who is all of her worst fears embodied. It’s a nod to the fact that she’s allowed herself to become sucked in, and a reckoning with who she’s given her heart to. I very much like that idea that by calling him “Klaus” she has to confront her actions and who she is really doing this with again and again.

I’m also really particular about Elena calling him Klaus because that’s the name Klaus chooses for himself (”Niklaus is the name my father gave me. Please, call me Klaus”). There’s a lot in his character about forging his own identity and I like to reenforce it in text.

(Elijah therefore choosing to refer to his brother as Niklaus packs a punch-- he’s constantly denying Klaus’s attempts to forge his new identity by going back to the other name-- I’m sure there must be times in the show where Elijah does call him ‘Klaus,’ but all the Niklauses ring much more loudly in my ears, so.)

As for why I chose “Nick” instead of “Nik” for FE-- well, originally, I didn’t. I realized that I had gone back and forth in different chapters, and that I had to make a writing choice. I decided on the English “Nick” spelling for the simple reason that the first time we hear that nickname, it’s in Chicago in the 1920s. Bex and Klaus are having an American phase, and that name in that setting immediately put me in mind of The Great Gatsby (even though the flashbacks are set a few years prior to the book’s publication). It made me think about how the Originals are constantly changing and adapting the details of their identities to suit time and place-- how they’re cultural chameleons. I’m very fond of the idea that they’ve changed their names over time-- that maybe Elijah used to be Ilya and he’s anglicized it, or in this case that Klaus used to be “Nik” and it’s changed over time to “Nick.” This was my little nod to how slippery those details are with them. It’s significant too that Rebekah in particular is the one calling him that, because at least when the fic started, she was coming directly from that 1920s mindset (whenever I have Rebekah use an idiom, I try to find phrases that were popular from about the late Victorian era-the early 20s for this very reason-- although, obviously she’s adapted in the four years since her awakening). I’m pretty back and forth in my fic in general whether I think it should be Nik or Nick-- either works in my opinion, but I do like the Nick spelling quite a lot as a reference to that time and place where we were introduced to it.

A note on a couple of other things that drive me crazy in terms of who calls whom what:

There’s a very short list of people who might call Rebekah ‘Bex’ (Elena certainly never does!) (in fact, I would limit that list to Klaus, Stefan, and Kol)

It’s not canon but I do think Elena might get called Lena by some of her oldest friends-- really, Tyler, Matt, Caroline, Bonnie, maybe Jeremy (depends on his annoyance level with her)

And finally, the big big big thing that makes me stop reading fanfiction with Klaus in it faster than any other: what he calls people. I notice the big trend is to have him call people “love.” I’m definitely guilty of that in my earliest wranglings with the character. But y’all. He doesn’t use “love” all that much, or every time he’s referring to someone. It! Drives! Me! Crazy! OTHER characters do that, but not Klaus! What he says more often are “sweetheart” and “my dear.” (And I like to have him also use “dearheart” because it’s along the same lines, and I love it, so there.) He also does use people’s names. One of the things I most insistently edit myself on is making sure I’m not overusing any of Klaus’s various “endearments,” and that I keep those separate from, say, something Rebekah might say, like “darling.” Also, the thing about those endearments: they’re usually really off-putting and a sign that he’s not taking whoever it is seriously. It’s his weird intimacy thing he does when he’s in actuality being dismissive of the person (always a woman in the show? I can’t think of any instances where he calls a man any of these endearments, but please correct me if I’m wrong!)-- “Are you ready, my dear?” being the one that always pops up in my mind with huge fog horns.

A little FE detail which I thought was so sneaky (and was maybe too sneaky because no one has commented on it yet) is that Klaus never refers to Elena as anything other than her name from the moment he awakens from the daggering in chapter 41 onward. To me, that’s the most telling thing of all-- the constant, constant reassertion of her name-- her individuality-- her her her-- over and over and over again.

(ps “Now, I understand that the ship is narrative trash, and I no longer ship it” I choked)

Thanks for asking!

#anonymous #fairytale ending

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rose-demica · 4 years ago

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What/Who I write for:

So the shows, movies and characters I write for:

(side note, if a character you want isn’t on here, feel free to message me and ask, I’m often happy to write other characters/rare/unpopular characters. I’ll keep updating this as I find new addictions/expand my character base).

Supernatural:

(I haven’t seen past season 10 yet, so only pre-10 characters/ story arcs please).

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Gabriel

Castiel

Crowley

Baby (Human impala anyone? Or just the impala…)

The Vampire Diaries:

(Up to about season 6, but I am rewatching and will finish the series eventually)

Damon Salvatore

Katerina Petrova (Katherine Pierce)

Elena Gilbert (Kinda)

Stefan Salvatore (Kinda)

Niklaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennet

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (my bae)

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow / Natalia Romanova

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Pepper Potts (and Tony)

Thor Odinson

Loki Odinson

Bruce Banner/Hulk (I’m still learning how to write this one)

Steve Rogers/Captain America (Not super comfortable with, but will do)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/James Buchanan Barnes (Not super comfortable with, but will do)

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Kyoya Ootori!

Maybe the others too,

The Chronicles Of Narnia

High King Peter the Magnificent/Peter Pensive

High Queen Susan the Gentle/Susan Pensive

King Edmund the Just/Edmund Pensive

Queen Lucy the Valiant/Lucy Pensive

King Caspian X the Seafarer/Navigator

Some of the fae/mythical creatures

Doctor Who

Nine

Ten

Rose Tyler

Donna Noble

Captain Jack Harkness

Martha Jones

Rory Pond/Williams

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Weasly Twins, Fred and George

Sirius Black

Maybe some others?

Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir

My Time At Portia

Arlo

Emily

Ginger

Sam

Maybe others, (new to the game, so still learning the others)

Rise of the Guardians

Jack Frost

Scorpion

Tim Armstrong

Cabe Gallo

Paige (and Ralph) Dineen

Sonny with a Chance/So Random

Chad Dylan Cooper

Victorious

Jade West

Beck Oliver

Destiny (Video Game)

(Fell out of love with the game when two dropped, so I only really know D1 Stuffs).

Cayde 6

Probably most the others too honestly

Criminal Minds:

Doctor Spencer Reid

I wanna start writing for this one, so as yet I have no set up characters.

Court of Darkness:

Toa

I also want to try a few of the other princes, but I don’t feel like I have a grasp of them just yet. (Lynt, Fenn mainly), but also maybe some of the valets?

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misssophiachase · 5 years ago

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Another update! Not too many to go now, hope you are enjoying it : ) Thanks @romanoffsbite for the adorable cover art. On FF and AO3

Synopsis: British Ambassador to the USA, Klaus Mikaelson, needs a babysitter to look after his daughter. Enter nanny, Caroline Forbes.

Lessons in Diplomacy - Chapter 8: Ex Gracia

George Washington University Hospital, 900 23rd Street NW, Waiting Room

“Wow, this coffee is disgusting,” Katherine said, screwing up her nose and throwing the rest in the nearby bin.

“Well, it is a hospital, Kat,” Caroline murmured, her head against the wall.

The rest of the Mikaelsons were scattered around the waiting room all in different stages of unrest as they waited for news on Enzo. Rebekah was busy berating the staff for not giving them more regular updates on Enzo’s condition, Kol was busy following Bonnie around like a lost puppy dog and Elijah was busy, well being Elijah. Calm, cool and collected his suit still perfectly uncreased.

Klaus, on the other hand, was pacing the hallway like a caged animal. Caroline had tried to convince him to sit down but he was unmoved. As much as she wanted to intervene, Caroline knew she was relatively new to their close circle and thought it best to sit quietly with Kat and wait for an update.

What they did know was that Enzo had intercepted the attack and been admitted with multiple gunshot wounds. He was currently in surgery. The Secretary of State, who he’d been protecting when it happened, was safe and bunkered down in the White House according to media reports.

Bonnie had promised that once he was out of surgery and settled she’d organise some brief and discreet visitation for them as the Mikaelsons weren’t technically family but until then they’d been relegated to the waiting room.

“Maybe we should try and find some better coffee?” Caroline suggested and Katherine nodded. “We’re going to head to the cafeteria, can I get you something?” She asked Klaus, which slowed his repetitive pacing at least.

“Ding Dongs, Cheese Sticks?” Katherine offered.

“I don’t think Niklaus would even know what those were,” Kol said, a slight, albeit brief, smile tugging at his lips.

“Says the ding dong,” Rebekah shot back wryly, obviously without thinking because she was just conditioned to insult him.

“Niklaus is more of a savoury person,” Elijah offered, obviously attempting to be helpful.

“I cannot believe we’re having this discussion,” Klaus murmured distractedly. “Whatever, uh, you think is best, although I really couldn’t eat a thing right now.”

“How about I get both anyway?” Caroline gave Klaus a small smile.

“Talk about awkward,” Katherine said after they’d left. “I have no idea what to say or do.”

“You and me both,” she shared. “I feel so bad for Klaus but given it’s all relatively new between us I’m not sure either.”

“So, I’m assuming that means something has happened between you?” Kat asked, cocking her left eyebrow.

“I hardly think it’s appropriate at the moment to...”

“Oh come on,” she sighed. “If anything we need to talk about something other than the obvious and also whether you’re getting some, roomie.”

“Yeah, we couldn’t help ourselves and went at it on the dining room table in front of all the staff with his young daughter upstairs.”

“Sarcastic isn’t your best look, Care,” she shot back. “Tell me at least that you’ve kissed?”

“Well, almost and then the phone...”

“Rang,” Katherine finished. “Sounds eerily familiar.”

“Wow, you and Elijah are moving fast.”

“I’d hardly say that. He doesn’t even live here so it’s probably not the best idea to get involved but I can’t seem to stop myself.”

“He obviously likes you though.”

“He likes my suits.”

“He likes you and your suits,” she teased. “And don’t forget his family all live here so a move wouldn’t be completely out of the question.”

“Someone is getting ahead of themselves,” she quipped. “Speaking of his family, what is going on between you two?”

“Well, I like him and he seems to like me but at the end of the day I barely know the guy.” Katherine gave her a look which clearly meant she did. “Yes, I know he’s an Ambassador with a daughter but I have no idea about her mother and why she left. He seemed quite upset by it all and I didn’t want to pry.”

“I’m sure he’ll tell you, Care.”

“Maybe, it seems like something has a tendency to interrupt any progress we make. Before we came here tonight he mentioned something forcing him to mature in his life. I’m not sure if he meant Darcy’s mother or something completely different.”

“I think you’re putting far too much pressure on yourself,” she soothed. “Once Enzo recovers then you probably won’t be able to shut the guy up about his past.”

“I really hope he’s okay, Klaus and he are really good friends and Darcy absolutely adores him. I’m not sure what they’ll do if he doesn’t make it.”

Maternity Ward

“When you stopped following me around I started to get worried,” Bonnie murmured, happening upon Kol in the maternity ward of the hospital of all places. “I didn’t expect to find you here though.” He was standing at the window and staring in at the newborn babies in their makeshift, hospital cribs.

When Bonnie began her shift she had no idea Enzo would be rushed into her emergency room and that the whole Mikaelson clan would take up residence in her waiting room. Obviously, after tiring of following her around Kol decided to occupy himself elsewhere.

“You know I don’t like to sit still and babies have this amazing, distracting ability to keep your mind off bad things.”

“They are pretty cute,” she cooed, standing beside him. “I can’t believe Darcy was this little once.”

“And quiet,” he mused. “She’s taken to professing her opinion all too freely of late. I blame Rebekah.”

“Speaking of your sister, how’s she doing?”

“I thought you’d know given the way she’s been yelling at your staff every five seconds,” he offered. “Rebekah has this weird tendency to think she can do people’s jobs better than they can normally but in crisis mode she’s even more overbearing.”

“You need to cut her some slack, Kol, she’s absolutely terrified because she can’t control the outcome of this situation.”

“Well, she’s always been a control freak so no surprises there I guess,” he agreed. “Where is our lovely ball of sunshine anyway?”

“I sent her out to get some fresh air.” Translation, annoying her staff wasn’t helping matters and Bonnie had kindly suggested that Rebekah go outside mainly to spare the nerves of her poor nurses.

Bonnie hadn’t known Enzo long but she enjoyed his company and the way he and Rebekah bickered incessantly. She always assumed it was a cover for whatever was going on beneath the surface and from Rebekah’s reaction tonight, Bonnie knew she was right.

“Babies are so tiny and innocent. It must be nice to be alive in the world but ignorant of all the terrible things that happen.”

“It would be nice to transport back to much simpler times, true, but then you’d have never met me,” she joked. “Then where would you be after all those bruises and concussions?”

“So, since you’re such an expert, Doctor Bennett, I was hoping you could explain it to me, tell me what they’re doing to Enzo in there?”

“That would take far too long and I have other patients to see.” As soon as she said it, Bonnie knew it was insensitive. It was obvious Kol was upset and she wasn’t being very supportive. “Although, given those concussions, I thought of all people you’d know the ins and outs of this place?”

“Well, concussions are a lot different to this,” he murmured quietly. “If we lose him, Bonnie, I’m not sure what..”

“Hey hey, it’s okay,” she murmured, pulling him in for a hug.

He felt warm and familiar and Bonnie couldn’t miss just how good he felt in her arms. She’d always dismissed Kol as this annoying younger brother who was too busy joking around to be serious. It seemed like maybe he’d finally grown up and she wasn’t quite sure how to take that or her burgeoning feelings.

“Enzo is strong, he’s fit and healthy, and if anyone can pull through this it’s him, Kol.”

“I really hope you’re right, Bon,” he whispered, pulling her closer and tightening his grip.

Waiting Room

“Thanks for the snack but I’m not..”

“Hungry,” Caroline finished for him. He was sitting on a chair now, head in hands, given the energy it must have taken to pace that much and that quickly she wasn’t surprised he’d taken some time out. “That’s okay. If you must know I just wanted some alone time with Katherine so she could spill about her and Elijah.”

Caroline knew he was upset but felt that talking about the elephant in the room wasn’t going to help matters given how worked up Klaus seemed. She was fairly certain he wanted something to take his mind off Enzo’s surgery.

“And?”

“There was an almost kiss.”

“Wow, I have to say that seems so unlike Elijah, he’s usually so uptight and formal but Katherine must bring out another side.”

“Must be like Kol and Bonnie,” she smiled. “I saw them up in the maternity ward hugging, it was quite cute actually and this was in front of a few adorable babies so they had some strong competition.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I know you don’t want to imagine your best friend and younger brother liking each other but..”

“I mean, I’m sorry for dragging you into this,” he murmured, his gaze now finally resting on hers. “You shouldn’t have to be here.”

“Well, someone told me it was rude to leave before the end of a date so I fully intend on conducting myself with decorum,” she teased. “Also, I’ve never had a date in a hospital so there’s a first time for everything.” He took her hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her palm. She didn’t think she’d ever felt something so simple but also so endearing in her life.

“Has anyone ever told you that you make excellent conversation during crises?”

“Says the diplomat, maybe I need to reconsider my chosen career,” she joked. “My mother told me once that I could talk underwater with a mouthful of marbles, obviously nothing has changed.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about your family, probably been too busy dealing with my own crazy relatives and their lives since we met.”

“They are entertaining,” she mused. “So, what do you want to know?”

“Well, given this date doesn’t seem to be ending anytime soon, everything.”

“My mom is the Sheriff in my hometown of Mystic Falls in Virginia,” she explained. “My dad died when I was younger so it’s pretty much just been the two of us, oh and Katherine.”

“Let me guess, you both tried the sheriff’s patience over the years?”

“There might have been a wild party or two while she was out of town. There was also the time that we got drunk at the Mystic Grill, ended up dancing on the bar and she made us stay in a cell overnight in those disgusting coloured jumpsuits too. We were grounded for weeks and had to clean her police car after Katherine threw up in it. We’ve both never touched butterscotch schnapps ever since.”

“I’ll have to remind Katherine of that next time I see her,” he chuckled. “Speaking of which, where is she?”

“Her and Elijah went to get some things from Enzo’s place,” she murmured. “So, how about you?”

“How about me what?”

“Did you ever get arrested?”

“It’s probably a good thing I haven’t what with my current vocation. Although I was winner of the tequila slammer championship at university four years running. I won a trophy and everything. Bonnie always had to get my drunk ass home to the dorms, I’m surprised we’re still friends to be honest.”

“Did you and she..”

“Ew, yuck,” he responded, sounding decidedly unlike the international diplomat he was. “Please Caroline, I’m already dealing with enough upheaval tonight.”

“So, if Bonnie wasn’t your first love then…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in love,” he answered simply.

“Not even with Darcy’s mom?”

“Tatia loved the trappings of being an Ambassador’s partner more than she ever loved me. I think we were brought together more so through circumstance than any real feelings,” he admitted.

“I’m so sorry, Klaus,” she murmured, her arm finding its way around his shoulders.

“I’m not,” he replied. “I have Darcy because of her and she is something I’ll always be appreciative for. My only regret is that Tatia couldn’t love Darcy and that she thought walking away from her daughter was her only choice.”

“But you’ve more than made up for it.”

“I hope so. I’ve tried to do everything I can so she’ll have a normal life, well as normal as you can travelling the globe without a mother.”

“She loves you, you can see it in her eyes,” she smiled. “And she also has all of these amazing aunts and uncles who dote on her. Trust me, Klaus, Darcy has so much happiness and love in her life. I know I haven’t been around long but she has such a passion for life and everyone in it, well except maybe for Marcy Johnson sometimes.”

“I think I’m so lucky to have you in my life, love,” he grinned, a lone tear escaping his left eye and sliding down his cheek. Caroline instinctively reached up and wiped it away. “Except when you make me cry and look like a big, old wuss.”

“It’s been a trying night for everyone,” she murmured, nuzzling into his neck. “I won’t hold it against you.”

“I can’t lose Enzo,” he admitted. “He’s been such a good friend to me over the years and Darcy thinks the world of her godfather. The last time I was in a hospital like this I lost my mother. I’ve never gotten over that and after all that happened afterward I’m not sure how I could explain to my daughter that...”

“Stop right there, you are not going to have to explain anything,” she interrupted, thinking she was learning a lot about Klaus tonight and was so thankful for it. “You need to think positive thoughts for Darcy’s sake.”

“Okay, bossy,” he conceded with a wry smile. “Speaking of my daughter I should probably call the night staff at the embassy and let them know I won’t be home. Although,I should really go and be with Darcy.”

“Do you want me to stay with her? I’d be happy to help, then you can stay here and wait for Enzo to come out of surgery.”

“You’d do that for me?” He asked, rubbing his nose against hers. “I mean I know you’re technically my babysitter but you don’t have to, love.”

“Consider it ex gratia.”

“I love it when you speak to me in diplomatic language,” he grinned, finding her lips and placing a chaste kiss on them. It felt heavenly and Caroline was greedy for more but knew it was most probably not the time or the place for such a public display of affection.

“I think I’d do just about anything you asked me right now, but don't let that go to your head, Your Excellency.”

#klaroline fanfic #lessons in diplomacy #misssophiachase #klaroline fanfiction #my writing #ex gratia #not long to go now

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petertingle-yipyip · 5 years ago

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Nights Like This - Kol Mikaelson ft. Damon Salvatore

//Requested: Can i request an imagine where the reader is Tyler's sister who is also one of Klaus' hybrids and catches Kol interest while taunting Damon at the ball and later they sleep togather? And others make a big deal of it, cuz even though she isn't really freinds with MF gang(maybe just Bonnie&Caroline)mainly because she and Elena were always at odds with each other, they still sees her as one of their own? Like idk if this makes any sense but i would love to see how it turns out...//

//Pairings: Kol x Reader, Damon x reader. Warnings: Language, mentions of sex. Tag List: @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss//

Everyone always said you were just like Tyler, just nicer. The star athlete, the one everyone wanted to be with - romantic or platonic - and now one of the first Hybrids. The only downside to being one of the strongest beings on the planet was that you belonged to Klaus Mikaelson. Your brother was sired to Klaus but you simply did what he told you to do because you were a pack mentality kind of person. Where Tyler went, you went. Which was how you ended up at that stupid ball.

Being at the ball wasn’t the worst thing possible. You got to see people you hadn’t realized were still in town. You got to dress up in a beautiful gown. You got to feel like you were someone who mattered.

“Why not just leave?” Elena asked for what seemed like the millionth time since you expressed that you didn’t necessarily have to stay and answer to Klaus. “If you’re not sired-”

“You may not get this but Tyler is my family, my pack.” You said frankly. “I can’t - won’t - leave him behind.”

“Y/N, I have a brother too. I get it.” She tried to loop the conversation back to her.

“I’m leaving this conversation.” You announced before her next statement could drop. “See you girls later.”

You wandered the ever-growing crowd, hoping for a familiar face. There was a list of people you wanted to see and a list of people you wanted nothing to do with. You knew the other Mikaelson siblings would be at the ball, but Klaus had taken careful steps to keep you and Tyler away from them for the time being. You wanted to put them on your ‘Do Not Disturb’ list but you couldn’t avoid someone you didn’t know.

“Well well.” You said as you approached Damon. “And here I thought Stefan was the only one who could pull off a suit.”

“Hello Y/N.” He smirked at you. “Never thought I’d see you in a dress.”

“What do you think?” You smiled, giving a flirtatious twirl. The sleek gown spun effortlessly with you, your hair whipping around you. “Like what you see?”

“You do look stunning, in case it wasn’t obvious.” He winked, leaning in a bit as he complimented you.

“If you ask me, this dress looks much better on the floor of a hot guy’s bedroom, but that’s just me.” You shrugged.

“Is that an offer?” Damon quirked an eyebrow.

“Do you want it to be?” You teased in return. “I can open my schedule.”

“Well, let me show you upstairs and we can test that theory.” A new voice spoke at your side. “This way you’ll have a worthy man’s bedroom to be in.”

“Hello handsome.” You grinned. “Got a name?”

“Kol Mikaelson.” He smirked, bowing slightly. “And you?”

“Y/N Lockwood.” You gave him a curtsy.

“Ah, one of my brother’s newest creations.” He nodded with that same lopsided, boyish smirk. “I have to say, my brother doesn’t give you enough praise.”

“Which is why I don’t quite care for Klaus.” You winked to the boys before turning and disappearing into the crowd, throwing a little more sway to your hips as you walked.

Meeting Kol had thrown you for a loop. You knew the Mikaelson siblings were an attractive group, but you had never seen anyone so beautiful. Kol radiated a chaotic energy, one that could feed into your wildly unpredictable personality. His eyes held the light of the stars and the mischief of the Devil. His lopsided smirk was magnetic, teasing, and tempting all at once.

Later that night, you ended up being dragged to the dance floor when Elijah asked for everyone to join them for a ‘century old waltz’. You had begun your dance with Tyler before being spun and landing in someone else’s arms.

“I saw you earlier.” Your brother said with a chuckle.

“Gotta be a little more specific there, Ty.” You laughed lightly.

“With Kol and Damon.” He specified. “I thought you were gonna stay away from Klaus’ siblings?”

“I didn’t know it was his sibling till after I had talked to him.” You shrugged. “Besides, is it a crime to flirt with a cute boy?”

“Klaus might think it is.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t care what Klaus thinks then, isn’t it?”

Before Tyler could respond, you were spun into the crowd, landing in Damon’s arms.

“Hello, Y/N.” He smiled.

“Hello, Damon.” You smiled in return.

“How are you enjoying your night?”

“Much better now that I’m with you.” You looked up at him with a smirk. “This dress is annoying though.”

“It looks stunning.” He whispered in your ear.

“While I don’t disagree, it would be so much funner if my dress was off.”

“In front of everyone?” He chuckled. “How naughty.”

You were spun into the crowd again. This time landing with Klaus.

“Ah, my favorite Lockwood.”

“We both know you like Tyler better. Don’t start with me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Snippy tonight, aren’t we?” He chuckled. “My brother says he’s met you, rather pissed I didn’t introduce you myself.”

“Is that so?” Your eyebrows raised. “I thought I wasn’t allowed around your siblings.”

“It seems like Kol has taken a liking to you, meaning that he will be quite persistent.” Klaus nodded in thought. “I know that you despise me, Y/N, and you only stay for Tyler.”

“Wolves are pack animals. You know that.” You shrugged. “What are you getting at?”

“You respect me, but you don’t necessarily listen to me.” He commented to which you nodded, knowing he was right. “That being said, if you want to be with Kol so be it. Just know that I expect loyalty and submission from you when the time comes.”

“Meaning?” You challenged.

“Meaning when I ask you to do something, you do it.” He said sternly.

Before you can ask him what he intended you to do, you were spun through the crowd yet again. You landed awkwardly in the arms of the boy who you had gone into the evening expecting anything from.

“Nice to see you again, Darling.” He said, shooting you the boyish smirk you remembered from earlier in the night.

“Well, if it isn't my new favorite vampire.” You replied, countering his smirk with a flirty smile of your own.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t like me.”

“What’s not to like?” You winked.

As the song ended, Kol offered you his arm. He asked if you’d spend more of the night with him, saying he’d be honored if you’d let him get to know you. Admittedly, you had come to the ball to try to get Damon’s attention but you were quick to realize that one Elena showed up, that was all he would focus on. So you took Kol up on his offer and spent the night getting to know him. The crowd still seemed to grow with every minute and you grew bored of the idle conversations.

“You seem bored.” Kol said when it became just you two again.

“Quite frankly, I am.” You nodded. “It’s just so repetitive, y’know?”

“If you’re still open to it, I’d love to take you upstairs and see what that dress looks like on the floor.” He whispered in your ear.

“Then what are we still doing down here?” You said, turning so your lips ghosted over his.

With a giddy smile, he took your hand and pulled you upstairs. You thought you heard your brother calling out to you, but the blood rushing in your veins drowned out any other noise.

You two locked yourselves in Kol’s bedroom and he quickly pressed you against the wall, lips crashing into your messily. Your hands quickly found their way to his hair, running through it and tugging lightly at the ends. His hands gripped your hips, lifting your just enough to wrap your legs around his waist. This action caused your dress to ride all the way up your thighs, exposing your bare skin to him. You kicked off your heels, hooking your ankles around each other.

Your lips were moving together, both of your desperate for the other. Your hands slid from his hair down his chest, tugging on his tie in an attempt to pull him closer. He chuckled against your lips, pulling away to remove the tie and his jacket. He tossed the tie purposefully on the bed, his jacket was dropped at this feet. You admired him in those quick moments, lips pink and glistening from your sloppy makeout. His hair was wild from your fingers.

“What is it, Darling?” He asked gently when he faced you again, his eyes softening to a look of admiration. His fingers danced on the exposed skin of your legs as they stayed hooked around him and your arms were wrapped around his neck loosely.

“You’re really pretty.” You said with a breathy laugh.

“I’m glad you think so.” He laughed and kissed you, softer than before, more intentionally than before.

Slowly, he began to deepen the kiss, his hips grinding against yours and the action pulled a gasp from you. Kol took this chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, dancing around yours. Without you realizing, Kol had taken you off the wall and dropped you carefully onto the bed.

You leaned forward, slowly unbuckling Kol’s belt and his pants. Then your hands slid up his stomach and chest, unbuttoning his shirt with slow and intentional movements. You stood as you undid his shirt, peppering kisses on his collarbone and neck.

“You’re killing me, Darling.” He groaned with a satisfied smirk when your hands went back to his hair and tugged gently.

You turned with a giggle, pulling your hair over your shoulder. Kol’s fingers danced along the open back of your gown, slowly undoing the knot in the middle of your spine. It sent a shiver through your body. He undid the zipper for your skirt and the fabric fell from your body.

“Seems you were right, Y/N.” He said, turning you to face him again. Your hands pushed his shirt off and a hum left your throat, signalling for him to keep talking. “Your dress does look better on the floor... But the most beautiful sight is what that fabric was hiding.”

You sat back on the bed, laying on your back as Kol climbed on top of you. He gently took your hands and lifted them above your head, using his previously discarded tie to tie your wrists to the headboard. He slid off you, placing kisses down your chest and stomach until he stood and removed his pants.

“What a tease.” You laughed and tugged lightly on the tie. “Am I supposed to play along?”

“Just for now.” He winked, coming back to meet your lips.

The next morning you woke in a bed that wasn’t yours, next to a boy you barely knew. You sat slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you scanned the room for your heels, dress, and underwear. Finding them in a trail leading to the bed, you slipped out of the sheets and dressed yourself as quietly as you could.

“Sneaking out already?” You heard Kol mutter in a half-awake state.

“Sorry, pretty boy.” You smiled slightly, hurrying back to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “Gotta go before either of our brothers comes looking for one of us.. Call me, though.” You added the last part slowly and you heard him chuckle in response.

You managed to sneak out of the Mikaelson house successfully. If someone had asked you how you didn’t, you wouldn’t have a good answer for them. You walked with heels in hand to your own home, where you didn’t have as much luck. You walked in to Tyler, Caroline, Elena, Bonnie, Stefan, and Damon sitting in your living room and all eyes landed on you once you opened the front door.

“At least let me get changed?” You sighed tiredly. Physically, you were fine. You felt small bruises and hickies healing on spots hidden by your dress, but you were mentally exhausted. You knew there’d be questions. You knew there’d be a lecture. And that was the last thing you wanted.

You quickly made your way to your bedroom and let the dress slip from your body yet again. You tossed it over a chair and put on one your old t-shirts and shorts. You brushed your hair and teeth, washed last night’s makeup off, and put on your slippers before meeting the group again.

“You slept with him, didn’t you?” Elena said first.

“Kind of obvious, isn’t it?” You laughed. “I’ve seen your walk of shame out of the Salvatore house so don’t talk to me like your some virgin.”

“How could you do that?” Bonnie added in shock. “Y/N, the Mikaelsons are here to kill us!”

“Klaus already killed me... And Tyler...” You shrugged.

“Exactly my point!”

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You announced in annoyance, dropping to sit next to your brother. “No one here cares when Elena sleeps with Damon or when Caroline sleeps with Tyler. Or even when Bonnie slept with-”

“This is different.” Bonnie interjected quickly, not letting you mention Jeremy.

“I can make my own choices!”

“It’s a one time thing, right Y/N/N?” Your brother cut in.

“We’re just looking out for you.” Stefan said gently. You would’ve believed him if he hadn’t been sneaking around with Rebekah.

“Bullshit.” You scoffed. “Where’s this intervention circle when Stefan comes back from screwing Rebekah?”

“You’re with Rebekah now?” Elena asked, eyebrows raised in accusation.

“No.” Stefan shook his head.

“I’ve seen him sneaking out of her room so Klaus doesn’t see him.” You laughed. “You all want to sit on a high horse and look down on me for sleeping with a guy? You’ve all done the same thing.”

“Y/N...” Caroline said softly. “You’re like family to us.. We want what’s best for you and it’s not Klaus.”

You laughed loudly at that. “You guys think I slept with Klaus?” You shook your head.

“Who else would you have slept with?” Elena asked.

“Oh my god, I can’t stand Klaus!” You threw your hands forward in exaggeration. “I’d rather chew off my own foot.”

“Then who-”

“Kol.” Tyler cut off Elena.

“Bingo.” You smiled proudly.

“Y/N, Kol is no better than Klaus.” Elena tried to reason.

“But Damon is so much better?” You countered. Her eyes dropped. “Exactly. Just mind your business, all of you.”

“Are you two going to be together?” Tyler asked carefully.

“I don’t know.” You said honestly. “He was so much fun last night and I couldn’t help myself. It might just be sex, it might not. I might never talk to him again. But with all of you jumping down my throat, I’ll never know.”

“Whatever makes you happy then.” Tyler said with a sigh. “You’re going to be the one to answer any and all questions Klaus has, if any ever come up. And if he gets pissed, you’re dealing with that.”

“Understandable.” You nodded as your phone vibrated in your hand. You looked down and saw a message from who you assumed was Kol.

I had fun. See you again soon?

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imagine-always-and-forever · 6 years ago

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Random cute moments with Klaus Mikaelson that made everyone around you know the two of you would get married someday...

one time you bought him flowers and he was thrown off for the rest of the day

he played monopoly with you one rainy day and let you win

since you really love this one tv show, he got two tickets for the convention where the cast would be hosting a Q&A. He, of course, was using the second ticket and let you explain the entire plot of all five seasons to him throughout the journey there

you unironically called him a king once and it’s low-key been in the back of his mind with glee ever since (it’s been on his siblings as well but for very different reasons)

you made him a “Number One Hybrid” mug at a pottery place you went to with a friend and he totally uses it for his morning tea every day

Elijah rushed into the living room in fear that his brother would do something he deeply regretted since he was hearing a very angry Niklaus and you didn’t seem to be backing down from the intense argument. Apparently it was all over which brand of tea biscuits were the best and there wasn’t any danger other than Niklaus’s pride since you were obviously right

you once made him a mix tape and he found this so funny and cute that he made Rebekah play it the whole 7 hour road trip to a city they had some business to take care of in over the weekend

he’s okay with the fact that you don’t like his favourite artist. Mainly because your answer to his bristled “well then who is your favourite?” was “you”

he once hired a secret body guard for you but then spent the entire time following the body guard following you. One day he panicked because he thought he’d lost the body guard and you, so he went home to get Elijah to help him find you only to come home to find the three of you chatting in the kitchen over muffins. Apparently you’d figured it out and decided to fire the body guard but thank him for dealing with all this over delicious over-sized muffins

you bought a little winter hat with wolf ears on it and called it Klaus. You also got him to wear it and then called for Elijah to come see Klaus on Klaus. Klaus indulged this because it just tickled you pink

for your birthday. one of the things Klaus got you was a plush wolf key chain. You’re pretty sure he had Freya put a tracking spell on it for him. You called it Mini Klaus.

there was a solid two months where you got really into baking (you’d started watching Greatest British Bake Off with Kol) and so you every dessert you made, you stuck a candle in it. When Marcel, who had noticed this by week two, finally commented on it, Klaus, without looking up from his painting, yelled down stairs that you were making up for all the birthdays he’d missed. Klaus was letting you use his many missed birthday candle-blowing experiences to justify your excessive baking. The other Mikaelsons were fine with this since they basically had an in-house baker (that didn’t even need to be compelled!)

you fell asleep on Klaus once and one of his enemies burst through the front door to kill him and he someone managed to fight him and his groupies off while not waking you up. This definitely involved shoving a dish towel down one guy’s throat so his yell when Klaus broke his legs wouldn’t wake you up

you tried fighting Kol and Elijah simultaneously when they were arguing loudly and you knew Klaus was sleeping since he’d been up for days plotting

he actually told you about his plots. Most of the time. Once you improved it and Elijah had to ask you not to encourage his brother like this. Klaus told you to ignore Elijah and asked if he could run a couple other ideas by you

the first time you called Klaus your boyfriend it went really awkwardly and it was in front of his whole family and the enemy of the week. First you said boyfriend, but that was weird because he wasn’t a boy. He’s over 1000 years old! Manfriend? no that’s weird too. Wolf friend? Hehehehe. No. Hybridfriend? wait maybe boyfriend works after all.

at a cafe once a girl tried getting Klaus’s number and he said no and something along the lines of “I’m afraid I’m taken and my girlfriends got a bit of a jealous streak” and you just found that such a pot calling the kettle black moment that you marched right up and gave the girl his number yourself and to this day Klaus hasn’t opened the text he got from her because he’s sure it’s a trick of some kind

he always brought you a hot drink when you were stressed out, along with your favourite sweet

you seemed to always be aware where the other was in the room

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

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adelindschade · 6 years ago

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A Little Rivalry

Dedicated to @lynyrdwrites who proposed I write something like this.

Elijah and Caroline are at each other’s throats because someone is insecure about the fact both of them slept with Katherine at some point - and the question remains - who’s the better lover>

Caroline was a firm believer she could not be friends with her exes.

It was a rule she mainly derived from her experience with Damon.

Who could be friends with that?

Forget Stefan! She once considered him a best friend – and then they foolishly crossed that line – ugh! And as per typical Stefan, further endorsing the whole Caroline-is-always-second-best, runs to Elena the first sign she and Damon’s relationship started to disintegrate... again.

Then there’s Tyler who, as much she hoped it would work (because the break-up was mutual), realized she could not salvage a decent kinship after Tyler found himself finagling with that harlot Hayley. Anyone but Hayley! That trifling, back-stabbing, no good bitch!

That rule had two exceptions:

Matt Donovan and Katherine Pierce (or Katerina Petrova, in her native tongue).

Matt was her first – in everything really. Just like Stefan, Caroline was merely an Elena-substitute, so to say they parted on good terms was far from the truth. However, when Matt removed himself from the never-ending drama that held Mystic Falls captive, he and Caroline reconnected in a non-romantic way when she, too, followed his footsteps – and far, far away from her hellish hometown. Maybe Caroline had a tendency to be too forgiving but she was happy to give him the benefit of the doubt. Mainly, she was a lonely, and he was a familiar face. And she was kind of drunk. But it was a meeting by chance and surprisingly, she didn’t regret it. The reunion was unexpected but blossomed into a fond friendship – made possible by the fact they weren’t constantly dealing with their friends’ endless drama.

Katherine made her wonder if girls were just less trouble than boys. By no means was Katherine the easiest partner but after they came to terms they weren’t end-game, they still could salvage parts of their relationship that nurtured a strong friendship surviving even to the present! It helped Katherine actually understood her – all the parts of her that Caroline tried so hard to suppress because that’s what everyone else told her to do. Not Katherine though. Katherine liberated her and for that, Caroline was eternally grateful.

As if the game of six degrees couldn’t get any more complication, the two girls got themselves entangled in a game of dating brothers. Err, flirting, really! (Eventually it got there!) Caroline had sworn off boys as part of her New Years’ Resolution. Katherine loved a game of chase but nothing more. Her age was finally getting to her, she joked, but they both knew she was still reeling from the whole Silas debacle.

Then the inevitable happened. Klaus won over Caroline after five years of endless wooing. Elijah succumbed to Katherine’s charm (and begged on his knees for her forgiveness after a dalliance with – you guessed it – Hayley!)

The latter did not win him any points with Caroline who already was not amused with his Stefan-like-Savior complex. What Katherine found appealing about the stuffy-suited-old-croak was beyond Caroline’s comprehension.

Then again, Katherine wasn’t too fond of Klaus either, mostly because they were too competitive for their own good…

Yet, they all co-existed with some civility. Abet, aided by their mutual man, Kol, who happened to be dating Caroline’s best friends Bonnie-and-Enzo (because the three were very attached to each other that polygamy was the only viable option) long before the girls agree to commit to his older brothers.

Hell, even Rebekah got her happy ending by dating Matt – much to Caroline’s chagrin – but it got the bitchy blonde off Caroline’s back, and slightly irked Klaus but not to the point he was willing to sabotage his sister’s relationship at Matt’s expense because doing so meant offending Caroline – which he wanted to avoid at all costs.

When Elijah learned that Caroline and Katherine were once involved, he about lost his mind. He didn’t let it show but his snarky comments escalated to the point they could not be ignored. Caroline was more than happy to let bygones-be-bygones but she would not, ever, be disrespected by some ivy-league-douche who thought he was better than everyone else because of some self-appointed pedestal over petty jealousy and fragile masculinity.

How do you knock down a man without coming to physical blows? (Which she could do – totally within the realm of possibility because she may be average-height but she ain’t weak. Her mom didn’t raise a damsel-in-distress.) You hit him where it hurts – his ego – and according to Katherine, he could be a little bit of a freak, and prided himself on his sexual prowess.

And his control – which Caroline was going to break.

That’s where Caroline started to up the ante.

“Do you even know how to play that?” Elijah pitched skeptically from across the lounge.

Caroline was poking keys on the piano, reminiscing on old show tunes while Klaus tried to convince her to enjoy something more classical – like Bach. Bach was boring. Phantom of the Opera was not.

“Yes,” Caroline replied haughtily. It was a half-truth. She knew the keys but to extent that prick did? Not really. She didn’t do instruments. She liked accompaniments. Where they fed her cues and she could continue serenading without losing pitch. She learned from her high school’s theater club, not some top-not-over-priced ivy league school.

“Oh, well, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to hear some Chopin,” Elijah smirked.

Tickle her irked. Caroline was not one to take bait but today was not that day.

She started with a scale, ending on a high pitch. Elijah quirked a brow, unimpressed.

“Hey, Kat,” Caroline smirked, “remember when I made you scream this note in Cabo?”

She got a variety of reactions.

Kol and Bonnie gaped, the latter more mortified than the former who was positively beaming. Enzo clapped a hand over his chest, letting out a booming laugh.

Rebekah nearly snorted, covering her nose. Matt paled, averting his eyes from the sharp tension that budded instantaneously.

Klaus had uncharacteristic bug eyes, not expecting that.

Katherine whooped, utterly amused. Elijah was not – and that was the exact reaction Caroline had expected – and it felt so vindicating.

Then little Henrik, bless his soul, asks, “oh – did her scare her really badly?”

Oh, the innocence.

His interruption prompted a whole new reaction, with all the adults erupted in roaring laughter. Kol had to leave the room heaving. Elijah stomped away like a wounded dog. Rebekah may have swiped a tear from her eye. Klaus shook his head but his grin convinced Caroline he may not have been as disapproving as he was trying to project.

The second time Caroline one-upped the douche was a bit extreme but she was irritated being stuck in the SUV with Elijah controlling the entire three-hour ride home from the rural estate. Klaus tried to apologize for Elijah’s mood but Caroline’s was ruined because he refused her help. He was not a native of Georgia – she was! No good deed unpunished, huh?

His fragile masculinity needed to go – now.

“I do not need your assistance,” Elijah huffed. “I can navigate just fine without your input, Ms. Forbes.”

“I’ll believe you when you show me you can actually drive without having to do U-turns,” Caroline seethed.

It just so happened Kol and Rebekah were on the speaker phone, as Elijah was trying to coordinate with them. Bonnie knew the way and Kol gladly took her advice – which is why they were forty-five minutes ahead of them.

“I’ve been all over the world, I know how to drive – on both sides of the road, thank you very much,” Elijah retorted.

Klaus was pleading with her with his eyes. An hour ago, it was ‘just deal’ but now, after forty-plus-unnecessary minutes stuck with his arch-nemesis Kat, he was all for her to go for the kill-shot.

She was more than happy to oblige.

“Oh please,” she snarled, “as you could get there any faster. I guarantee you, we’d be ahead of the three-stooges if it was me.”

“Should we hang up?” Bonnie pitched uneasily.

“No, just wait,” Kol urged.

“Someone is going to say something,” Rebekah added, amused.

“It’s going to be nuclear,” Kol assured.

They were muted by Elijah-and-Caroline’s tense exchange.

“And to what record can you provide to back such a claim?” Elijah puffed.

“According to our histories,” Caroline hummed, “let’s see. We have the Paris flat, New Richmond, New Orleans, all of which you claim to be an expert on, yet I still beat you to it… oh, wait, forgot one, Katherine’s g-spot.”

The silence was deafening for a good minute.

Klaus was speechless. She did promise she’d deliver the kill shot. Katherine covered her mouth with a hand but her eyes desperately wanted to explode laughing.

Elijah… words could not do his expression justice. Cold rage combined with mortification.

The other line exploded. It was a roaring sound, mainly composing of Kol’s hooting and Rebekah’s screech. Caroline was pretty sure Bonnie was the one who disconnected the line before Enzo could regain his breath to join in the commotion.

The rest of the drive was eerily silent. Klaus kept casting her looks – equal combinations of amused and shock.

When Caroline rejoined the rest of the family at the mansion, she was certified Goddess in Kol’s eyes. Rebekah actually gave her props.

Elijah… well, it was game now.

#forewarning #I haven't written in a long time #so it might be rough #klaroline #katholine #exes to friends #rivalry #how do tags work again?#lynyrdwrites #1500 words #drabble

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kol-and-elena-fanfiction · 6 years ago

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Take Me Home

It was not very late in the night that the third doppelganger decided to head out for a drink, maybe more than one. She had no idea of what else to do after another fight with Damon and Stefan ignoring her as always. This was already too much to handle - after so many deaths, mainly caused by her, it would be the best if she could just disappear, somewhere far away from Mystic Falls. But then again, she couldn't. And she hated that fact.

Once at the grill, she saw Matt behind the bar and she tried to greet him as if she was cheerful, but it wasn't that easy. He always knew when something was wrong with her, and she couldn't just lie to his face by smiling like nothing had happened.

"Tough day, right?" he suggested, trying to make her open up.

"Whatever, Matt. I don't think I care that much anymore. It's always gonna be that way," she then again lied. Of course she cared, and she would always care. But she was there to forget, not to remember. "Could you please give me a scotch? I think I need it."

"Whoa, Elena, isn't that too much?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing is too much for us anymore, Matt. Get over it," she tried to sound like she had accepted the situation she was into, but it only half worked. Matt gave her a look, but still didn't get the scotch she had ordered. "Well, will you give me the damn drink or what?" she challenged. Matt finally grabbed a glass, filled it and gave it to her. "Cheers!" she tried and drank it all in a moment. Her throat was suddenly burning from the strong liquor, but she wouldn't stop. "Not that bad!" she tried to sound satisfied, but again, it only half worked.

She was finishing her third glass when he walked in, a smirk on his face as he scanned the place. He already knew what he wanted and nothing could stop him from getting it. It seemed to him like eternity as he walked his way towards the bar - he was desperate for a drink and some good company, but he was destined for only one of these. Or maybe not.

He caught a glimpse of brown hair as he walked up to the bar and he immediately knew it was no other than the third Petrova doppelganger. He smiled, but then a confused look was on his face. What the hell did she want in there, alone? Was she trying to get drunk? That wouldn't be good, even though in other circumstances he would be probably laughing at her face. But no, not this time - it seemed like every fight with his siblings brought to him a sense of understanding to everyone else than his own self, as always.

When was the last time he had seen her? It must have been at the ball. After that night, he and his siblings were mostly busy with trying to stop their mother from making them extinct, as Rebekah had put it. When he and Klaus came at the grill a few days earlier, she wasn't there - they only saw her best friend, Caroline, was it? The blondie that his half-brother liked. But this wasn't what he was supposed to be thinking of right now - none of the hybrid's love interests were his business. He could only admire her strength and will - she looked determined about something. He would be asking for a lot if he wanted her to keep him company while having his own drink - she obviously hated his family, including him. That would be mostly Klaus' fault, and he couldn't do nothing to change that. Kol admitted to himself that he was, for once, jealous of Elijah - he was kind of friends with this unique doppelganger and Kol had not yet got the chance to talk to her. He was not one to apologize for another's antics, but he felt sorry about the girl. Tatia was a manipulative bitch and Katherine a bitch in general - this one had absolutely nothing to do with them. Well, she certainly had a thing for brothers, but she was the compassionate, funny, kind, caring, and even loving one. These Salvatores had every right to be obsessed with her, even though she deserved better than that - than them.

Kol sat by her side but avoided looking at her. The last thing he craved was trouble with Klaus if he did anything to his precious blood-bag. Matt eyed him suspiciously. Obviously, he hadn't forgot about the hand incident at the ball. Kol gave him a look and shook his head in disapproval, half smirking, when the human ignored him. He just couldn't understand Rebekah. He watched amused as the boy filled the doppelganger's glass once more and laughed slightly.

"Well, is there any liquor for me, mate?" he asked with a challenging look.

"Why don't you take her bottle? She's been drinking like crazy and I'd rather have you pass out on the bar, not her," Matt suggested and he left them all alone. 'Great,' Kol thought to himself, 'this is going to be even more awkward.'

Turning to face her, he saw her staring at him like he was some kind of a sight. He smirked - he never went unnoticed.

"Well, if it isn't the lovely Elena Gilbert! Like what you see, darling?" he said, watching her blush. She didn't speak for a while, she was still trying to finish her fourth glass of scotch. He reached out for the bottle of scotch she had been occupying for the last few minutes. "Isn't that kinda strong, love?" he asked with concern filling his smooth voice with that sexy British accent she loved to hear.

"Nothing is strong enough, I guess, to kill me," she slurred out and now it was her turn to watch him drink from the bottle. He took a long shot, then settled the bottle down.

"But are you sure you can take it? Or is this all about your famous love affair with the Salvatore brothers?"

"There is no love affair!" she snapped at him and finally finished her fourth glass.

"I guess I'll take your word for it. Anyway, love. I think you're just trying to impress me," he said and played a bit with his lapis lazuli ring which he wore on his right middle finger, as if he was nervous. Only he was not nervous - he was very confident. Maybe he was bored, maybe he didn't find her that interesting. Elena was slightly disappointed but when he looked back up at her, she couldn't help but smile a bit. Kol looked confused, as if he was trying to solve a mystery. The mystery that was called Elena Gilbert. She seemed like the perfect riddle. And damn it, he loved riddles. He loved challenges and she was a fine one.

Once again, he reached for the bottle and took a light sip. She groaned, demanding a drink too. Kol threw his head back and laughed fully, but nonetheless granted her request. He filled her glass only a little bit and raised his eyebrows, waiting for her reaction. The protest never came, she only took the glass from his hand and took a sip of the liquor.

"They say scotch is the best," Kol said, trying to joke while commenting on her determination to get out of the grill drunk. Suddenly, he felt some kind of bad and decided it was about time to learn what had happened. "Would you mind sharing your thoughts with me, Elena?" he asked casually.

"I would, very much actually. It ain't like nothing has happened. I mean nothing between me and you yet, but with your family? Lots of things, sure."

"Would you like it if something had happened between me and you, then?" he raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly and brought the bottle to his lips again. She blushed once more and he patted her hand with the palm of his own. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

"What? No! No, no, not that way! No!" she protested, as realization hit her. She must have drunk too much already, otherwise she would have noticed the sexual hint. Kol smiled and shook his head.

"I know you like me, but please, do not make it so obvious with denying it so loudly. It hurts my ego," he said and put his hand over his chest, trying to pout a little.

"Stop doing that, okay?" she demanded and he looked unsure of what to make out of this.

"Stop doing what, darling?"

"This whole 'messing with your thoughts' thing. It won't work."

"Why would I play that game? And why would I want it to work, love?" he said, carefully planning his next words.

"I don't know. Maybe because you are a narcissistic Original with a huge ego and you can't just accept that I am not attracted to you, so you mess around with me to see if I'll give in. Trust me, I won't."

Kol laughed and leaned in closer to her, "You wish you're not attracted to me. You wish you won't give in, but it will all happen in the blink of an eye, dearest Elena. Nice choice of words, though. Cheers to that!"

"Stop smirking, I'm not that easy," she tried to prevent him from laughing again.

"Mhmm, I see. Let me guess, you won't be spilling the guts about what brought you here?" he tried again.

"Will you?" she challenged.

"Nothing as interesting as your story might be. Just had a fight with Nik about daggers. Elijah took his side, Bekah was neutral, and I fled. What about you?"

"Damon is angry with me and Stefan won't talk to me. Plus, all the past family drama with the deaths and such... Let's just say it's a mess of causes and forget about it, shall we?" she proposed but suddenly felt dizzy. She tried to get up but her legs were shaking. She went to grab the bar but instead she realized that there were two strong arms which were holding her. Was she being supported by Kol Mikaelson himself? That was a surprise.

Kol looked worried as he held her against him in order to support her fragile body.

"Are you alright, Elena?" he asked gently. She tried to nod but she couldn't just lie to him.

"I felt a little dizzy, that's all," she explained and went to sit back down.

"I told you not to drink that much. You should have known that you can't handle alcohol! And where the hell are your friends? I trust you don't have them for nothing!" he sounded annoyed while he examined her moves closely.

"You're such a good liar, I almost believe that you actually care!" she snorted.

"Can't I be concerned about a girl like you? A girl who happens to be the third Petrova doppelganger? That should be a lot of information for you, you damned pretty little creature!" he spat the words out and Elena looked puzzled.

"I'm a liability, I know. Can you just go?"

"And leave you here, in such a mess? No, darling, I don't think so," he huffed. He looked more than worried now. He checked his watch and saw that it was close to midnight. "Don't you have school or something tomorrow? For God's shake, it's almost midnight!"

"Can't you just leave me alone? You're being annoying," she said and tried to avoid the conversation.

"Me? I'm the one who wants to help you. Isn't it weird that none of your bodyguards are around? I'm the only one left for the job!" She never answered. She looked like she was hypnotized by something. Kol knew he could just compel her to leave the grill, but he decided not to do such a thing. "Look, I know you don't like me, you might as well as hate me, but you need to get rest, unless you want to have this hangover while in class..."

"Kol..."

He huffed. "Yes, love?"

"Take me home."

Kol stood puzzled for a bit but then he gathered himself well enough. He walked up to her and picked her up in his arms, carrying her out in bridal style. This seemed too much for the youngest Original, but he couldn't help but be satisfied as she buried her face in his neck, her arms wrapped around his neck.

He knew where her home was. She let her down till she could open the front door with her keys and murmur an invitation, and then he picked her up again, stepping inside the house and slamming the door shut. He found her room from instinct and he thanked God for having such one as he settled her down to her bed. She looked up to him and closed her eyes. When she opened them, he was kneeling by her side.

"Are you alright now?" he asked her. She nodded and smiled. God, he wanted to kiss her! But no - he was more than just a man with a need. He wouldn't take advantage of the situation. He would rather kiss her once she was clear-minded and entirely sure that she wanted it just as much as he did, or even a little more, or even a little less. But he couldn't proceed to do what he had on mind. His dark brown eyes sunk into her doe brown ones. He got up and turned to leave. Just as he was reaching for the door, he heard her soft, sleepy voice.

"I do like you, Kol. More than you can imagine..."

Kol's muscles tensed under his shirt.

"Goodnight, darling..." he whispered loud enough so only she could hear him and left the room. As he was walking in the streets of Mystic Falls, leading his way back to the Mikaelson Mansion, he just smiled to himself, knowing that she wasn't drunk enough to not know what she was saying.

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