#mine: hayley and rebekah

[forbescaroline]

favorite platonic relationships: hayley marshall and rebekah mikaelson “As for being in it alone, how dare you. I don’t ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots tracing through the bayou for just anyone.”

[super-gates-blog]

[loveakii]

godspeed, frank ocean / the originals

[klausysworld]

Apart of the Family

Loving Elijah Mikaelson wasn't an easy thing.

He pushed me away the entirety of the start of our relationship, he wouldn't talk about his feelings or his thoughts. Sometimes he thought breaking up would protect me from him and his family.

If I hadn't loved him so much then I would have left but I couldn't help but stay. We met in Mystic Falls when he was there to deal with Klaus and avenge his family. I had thought he'd left when Klaus daggered him so I was so happy when Damon woke him back up.

He came to my house even before getting his haircut to see me and he ended up staying the night before having to leave with plans to wake his family.

Rebekah didn't like me much to start out, none of them trusted me or wanted me in their house but that didn't stop Elijah from coming to mine. But if he wasn't with them, looking after them 24/7 like a father figure then they all started to fall apart.

He started to pull away again, so I had to confront the Mikaelsons myself, which was admittedly terrifying but overall worth it when Klaus's eyes shimmered with respect and I got to shove past Rebekah and up the stairs of the mansion. Elijah was practically feral after listening to me stand up to his siblings.

His mother liked me, although I'm not really sure if that should be taken as a compliment or an insult. Elijah liked it though. I think he's always sought approval from his parents.

He was distraught when he found out his mother planned to kill them. More broken then any of his siblings could ever know. He made me promise not to tell them that he'd been sobbing into my chest for over two hours that night.

We left for a little while, Elijah needed some time and I jumped at the chance of having him alone for a little while before he was inevitably called back.

We'd been living such a domesticated life We had our own house, yard, stupid white-picket fence.

Even though I knew it was impossible, I started to dream of having his child. I knew he'd been the perfect father, he had a thousand years worth of practice.

I could imagine if we had a son, he'd be all dressed in his little suit with his hair combed neatly. Elijah was just perfect, but he couldn't have children so I wouldn’t either.

I thought I was happy with that, until I found out that Klaus was having a baby.

It wasn't fair. He didn't even want a child and neither did Hayley. Elijah was the only reason the child stayed alive and Klaus still daggered him.

"I promise you, I'll bring him home." He told me when I'd found out he wasn't even in the house somewhere but under Marcels mercy.

"Klaus." I whispered, I could feel my eyes getting wet with tears and he sighed.

"I wouldn't let him get hurt. I know you think I'm selfish and I use my brother...to an extent that's true, but I do love him and I know that you do. He'll come back and I'll undagger him before the baby is even born." He promised and I didn't have much room to argue. Instead I just went back upstairs.

Even Rebekah came which was a nightmare. I don't know what her problem was for me but somehow my favourite Mikaelson in that house was Klaus.

Until Klaus finally brought him back.

I didn't care that Rebekah was pissed that I got to hug him first, I refused to let him go and he didn't seem to be budging much either. I could feel his face nuzzling my neck as I breathed in his scent.

"He made us stop at a suit shop on the way over, he refused for you to see him all dusty and-"

"That's enough, Niklaus. Just leave us be." Elijah muttered and I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice.

By evening I was snuggled up to his bare chest, his hands on my back as he pressed a series of kisses to the top of my head.

"I love you." He mumbled and I smiled, he didn't like saying it often. He worried it would lose it's meaning.

"I love you too." I whispered, wanting nothing more than to lay with him forever.

Things got better and worse from then.

Everything was Klaus centred again of course. When wasn't it?

But I did feel bad for him, to have to go as far to fake his child's death. It was the first time I'd ever hugged him, I could feel his tears on my neck as he tried to sniff them back. Elijah was looking at me from across the room, a slight nod to his head as he finished the phone call with Rebekah.

Things were quiet after that.

But then everything went wrong again, Esther and Mikael came back. Elijah's 'Red Door' opened and he almost suffocated me in his sleep.

He wouldn't touch be for almost a month, not even hold my hand, it was torture. It took a very hash breakdown and a really long cry for him to finally wrap his arms around me and apologise.

It was really hard for a while, but seeing him with Hope in his arms did something to me. It broke me.

That was when Rebekah finally realised we weren't that different. She sat with me on the bathroom floor whilst I sobbed over not being able to have his child and we stayed there until Elijah came in and found us. I wouldn't tell him what was wrong and ended up leaving for a a few hours but it was obvious that Rebekah had spoken to him about it by the time I got home.

He welcomed be back into his arms and he held me tight, caressing my arms and my back before finally breaking the silence.

"I truly refuse to believe that with the amount of magic in this world, that there is no possible chance of me being able to give you a baby." He whispered and I sniffed.

"You're dead Elijah, your sperm is dead." I mumbled and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Witches bring people back from the dead, I think they can revive a couple of my swimmers." He chuckled and I let out a half cry/half laugh.

"You really think that?" I whispered and he kissed the side of my face.

"I'm at least going to try." He murmured.

It wasn't really mentioned again for a while so I assumed that it had just been a fleeting idea to calm me down.

That was until I walked into our room and found it covered in candles and rose petals. Elijah was stood in a fresh suit, his hands clasped together with a rose between them.

"What..." I mumbled and he let out a shaky breath.

"I found a witch." He stated and my brows pulled together for a second before the realisation washed over me.

"You did?" I whispered and he nodded. I dropped my bag down and made my way inside, standing in front of him and taking the rose from his hands, placing it down on the vanity. "Are you sure that it'll work?" I asked and his lips twitched.

"There's only one way to find that out." He murmured lowly, his umber eyes bleeding into obsidian.

I reached up to carefully undo his tie, my fingers unloosing the fabric in the way he liked to do it so that it wouldn't stretch or 'fold funny'. I pushed his blazer down his shoulders and rest it over the chair before reaching up to undo each button one by one. I made sure my fingertips brushed over the firm muscle of his chest before pulling the shirt off his arms and onto the chair as well.

My eyes glanced up to his as I loosened his belt, slipping it away from his hips and popping the button on his trousers. He let out a soft sigh through his nose as they dropped down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I let him take his boxers off whilst I unbuttoned my dress all the way down and slipped my panties off and reached back to get my bra off.

His hand was round my waist, pulling me to bed in a second making me smile and lean back into the mattress as he hovered over me.

"I promise I'll give you a baby, Y/N." He uttered and I felt my heart and lower stomach flutter.

His hands stroked down the length of my body before my thighs were gripped and pushed open. I bit my lip to hold back my grin as his lips worked their way down from the top of my neck to my navel.

"Does this help make the baby?" I whispered with a breathy laugh as his hot breath stimulated my clitoris.

"It might." He murmured with a grin before his tongue licked a strip through my folds before focusing on my clit. My head went back, resting against the pillows and my legs fell open against his hands that gripped my thighs firmly. I looked up at the ceiling through heavy eyes as his tongue swirled perfectly. Heat stroked me so precisely that I was a trembling mess in a matter of seconds. It always amazed me how easily he broke me.

It never took long before my fingers were latched into his hair, ruining the neat appearance he always held and forcing groans to vibrate through my lower body and set fire to my core.

I never received any time to recover before he was cupping my face and lifting my legs, hushing my whine as my leg was stretched over his shoulder.

"Look at me, darling." He murmured but his voice was somehow always clear. I did as he said, my eyes locking with his as I felt him push inside me; stretching and filling me inch my inch until all the air was gone from my lungs.

His lips pushed to mine, filling my mouth with his tongue and teasing mine. "Elijah..." I moaned quietly against him and he pulled away with a groan, looking down at me and kissing my forehead as his hips drew back before pushing forward with force. I let out a sharp breath as he did so, my hands cupping his neck and my nails scratching the back of his head. "Gods..." I whispered and he let out a low hum as he build a steady rhythm to move against me.

"I can't wait to pump you full of my child." He uttered, his eyes swirling with that familiar darkness. I panted with a smile on my lips, feeling my leg strain as he pushed be deeper into the bed and moved quicker. "Feel you milk me of my last drop." He breathed out as his mouth now hovered back over mine, making my skin hotter and hotter. "See you round and swollen..." He grunted, his body stuttering before getting a little rougher.

His grip started to get tighter, his fingertips pressing bruises into the skin of my thigh and hip. The veins starting to scatter beneath his eyes and down his stubbled cheeks. My hands slid round from his neck to feel how they raised against the pads of my thumbs.

"I need you." I whispered and his brows furrowed.

"You have me." He muttered, thrusting particularly hard as if to make a point. "All of me."

"Prove it." I breathed and his blunt nails dug in a little before one of his hands let go and slid down my body to massage my clit so well that I knew that was it for me.

His other hand was round my throat, forcing me to look back at him as his warmth started to fill more and more, one thrust at a time until he stayed completely still above me. His forehead rest against mine, his skin warm on mine as he shifted to kiss my lips.

"I promise you, by the end of the year, you'll be carrying our child and I'll be massaging you until you're perfectly sated." He smiled and I mirrored it as he shifted so that I was laid on top of his firm body. "We should lay for a while...so that it can take." He whispered and I hummed.

"I'd lay with you forever."

"Always, and forever." He corrected softly.

[insomniakisses]

Jealous Sex

^ I couldnt choose one 🫢😳

Character: Hayley Marshall (Werewolf)

Reader Type: fem, omega

Warnings/Notes: werewolfs, jealousy, NSFW themes, omegaverse, smut, breeding kink, choking

“I’m not a jealous person!”

You simply laughed at the annoyed expression of Hayley’s face, the two of you have been having the same feud for the last ten minutes. The werewolf being absolutely certain she was never jealous or possessive in any way something u knew to be a lie.

You can vividly remember her almost attacking Rebekah for simply complementing your outfit. Having had to pull her away and sit in her lap and make out with her to calm her down.

“Sureee you’re not,” Kissing ur girlfriend’s cheek you chuckled at her eye roll and then your eyes locked on a certain blonde original and you got an idea.

Smirking you sauntered over to her, grabbing her arm as you spoke to her. Hyper aware of hayley’s eyes on you so you decided to set your plan into action, giving bekah a play along look to which she smirked at.

She started flirting with you, both of u feeling hayley’s gaze and knowing with her wolf hearing she could hear everything, with this knowledge you couldn’t help but push further and giggle at her. Following it by getting impossibly close to her and tracing her face calling her such a beautiful alpha, before a deep growl was heard next to you.

You didn’t need to look to know it was hayley, having been with her long enough to be able to distinguish any noise that she lets out. You smile up at her.

“Thought u didn’t get jealous?”

Theres a smugness to your words that just infuriates her further. She doesn’t respond verbally, and simply grabs your arm and drags you into your room and you don’t get a word in before shes slamming u against the now closed door. Her hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

She stares at you then, eyes yellow and jaw clenched her whole being radiating her jealousy. Its still then, neither of you making any movement and not a sound in the room until you let out a small whine that makes her smirk a small chuff coming from her in amusement.

“So thats what you wanted, eh? For your alpha to dominate you and throw you around?”

She talks deep and low, punctuating her words with open mouth kisses and small nips to your neck humming in appreciation when your head tilts to give her more room.

In a swift movement her lips are on yours and shes tugging your clothing off and walking you towards the bed. backing you up until you fall on to it, before she pulls away. She coos in fake sympathy when you reach out to her at the loss of contact. She makes quick work of undressing before shes climbing onto the bed and hovering over you.

“Hayley-“

“Who?” She growls out, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

“Daddy~” it comes out as a whine, and it makes it harder for her to resist giving in to you right then. But no this is a punishment and she needs you to know that.

Grabbing your chin she makes you look at her her pulling your lip down with her thumb she stares at you like a wild animal about to devour a feast.

Reaching down she runs her cock against your core, gathering the wetness on her tip with a groan.

“So wet for me baby” she hums in appreciation.

Grabbing your legs she pushes them against your chest, steadying her hands either side of you as she pushes in. Locking you into a mating press as she bottoms out, her cock filling you till her tip kisses your cervix.

She groans deeply, almost a growl, when she pulls out before slamming her hips down again filling you once more. Not caring for your pleas she sets a rough fast pace, abusing your hole with every thrust.

“B-baby- Ple-ease” you stutter between moans as she bites into your neck, creating a fresh mark over her already faded mate mark that lays there.

“Your mine. Mine only” she growls against your neck, her pace quickening. “I’m going to show you that-“ she moans “y-your mine.”

You pull her closer by her neck, crashing your lips to hers as she thrusts her cock deep with a bruising speed. Moaning against her mouth when you feel her first load into you hot ropes filling you deep.

“You like that, hm?” She bites at your jaw “like me filling you deep, breeding you?” She hums against you thrusting extra harshly when you don’t give her a verbal answer. “Words. Use your words baby.”

“Y-yes! I love it, love you filling me up daddy!” Your words spurring her on she growls in delight when you cum.

“So good, taking your punishment so well,” she moans reaching down to choke you slightly, her other hand reaching down to pinch and rub at your clit.

“mm fuck!” You rasp out as you cum again, her hips stuttering and eyes shutting as she unloads again.

Pulling out so only her tip remains inside she moves your legs to wrap around her waist, thrusting deep as your legs lock in place.

“One more baby” she answers your whines of over-sensitivity kissing and sucking at your chest as her hips thrust just as harshly as before her knot swelling to almost full capacity.

“Please! Knot me baby please-“ you whine, a whine she cant help coo at.

“Gonna give it baby” she gasps out rearing back she gives a harsh thrust her knot popping and locking into place as she bottoms out completely her tip pushing almost into your cervix.

“Fucking take it baby! Gonna give you pups” she shouts as her cum fills you again this load so much bigger and seems to fill your womb.

“Baby!” You yelp as another orgasm rips through you.

You feel soft kisses being placed against your neck as you come down from your high. Hayley taking a second to nuzzle at your cheek before speaking up, “You okay baby?”

“Didn’t expect you to go easy on me,” you laugh lightly “thought you were a big bad wolf”

She hums against you sharing your amusement, “I didn’t wanna break my little omega” she coos kissing your cheek softly as you roll your eyes.

A/n: Damn i suck at endings.

[wholoveseggs]

Hey love! How about a Haylijah one shot based if the time they slept together in the show. Like season 2 episode 9

Wishes

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

A smutty extended version of haylijah's first time together.

♡♡ Thanks for the request lovely anon! This scene iconic and all I did was fill in the blanks ♡♡

3.1k words - Warnings: soo angsty, smut, fluff, oral sex, more angst...

Hayley walked into the living room to see Elijah sitting by the fireplace. The soft glow of the fire lit up the room as she looked at him. He seemed lost in thought and she hesitated to approach him, unsure of her welcome.

"She's asleep," Hayley said softly, standing awkwardly at the entrance of the room.

Elijah looked up at her, giving her a small smile. The way he looked at her always made her breath catch in her throat. It was like the intensity of his gaze could strip her soul bare and it both excited and terrified her.

She was so nervous and torn, she knew she had to tell him about the betrothal. She didn't want him to hear it from anyone else, especially Klaus.

Hayley had tried to tell him earlier, but she couldn't get the words out. It felt too final, like she was breaking them.

She was afraid to lose him. She didn't have much experience with love, or relationships for that matter. No one made her feel safe the way he did. She never wanted to let him go.

"It's so quiet, with Klaus and Rebekah gone," she was babbling now, trying to delay the inevitable. "So, we didn't get to say our wishes. Can I tell you mine?"

Elijah looked at her, a bit confused by her nervousness. She was usually so guarded with her emotions. He nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"It's a hope, actually... that you'll understand what I have to tell you." Her voice shook slightly, and her hands were trembling.

"And what is it?" He asked, his voice gentle and kind.

"My wolves. I think I figured out a way to release them from the witches." She began, her hands twisting together.

Elijah stood, his expression curious. She didn't want to hurt him, she wished she could avoid it.

"They could control their turning without the rings, and bring peace to our home so that Hope could return to us. But, there's a catch... I have to marry Jackson."

The look on his face made her stomach drop, and she wished she could take the words back. She could see the pain in his eyes, the sadness and disappointment. He quickly hid it all away, his noble heart not wanting her to see his heartbreak.

She had to get him to understand, to explain that it wasn't something she wanted. She didn't want Jackson, she didn't want anyone else but him.

In another time, another place, she would want to be his, only his.

"It's a, um, mystical ceremony, and- and an Alpha bonding ritual...?"

His silence made her want to scream. He was so calm, but she could tell it was a front. He looked away, staring into the fireplace. 

"Elijah... I know that you and I haven't been close recently, but... you have to know that this isn't about him. I don't love Jackson, but..." She watched him nod to himself, a storm brewing behind his dark eyes. "At the same time, I couldn't marry him and still be involved with you."

She had been worrying all day about what his reaction would be, she thought maybe he would get angry, perhaps a bit jealous. But, not like this. Not the cold indifference. The silence. It felt like he was miles away.

"I don't know, I should just-," she turned to walk away, unable to see him in such pain because of her.

She felt his hand on her arm and he spun her around, pressing his hand into the small of her back and pulling her body flush against his. He crashed his lips down onto hers, and she kissed him back, pouring everything she felt for him into that one kiss.

He broke the kiss, fire and pain dancing in his eyes.

"Marry him," he whispered, his dark gaze roaming over her face, as though he was trying to etch this moment in his mind forever. As though he knew it was the last time he would taste her lips.

"What?" She gasped, shocked by his words. She thought his kiss meant he would fight for her.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek. There was so much love in his eyes, so much sadness and loss. It hurt her heart just to look at him.

"Listen to me--," he began, cradling her face in his hands, "The only way that this city will be safe for Hope's return is if you have unified your people, and I have unified my own. Now, Davina will eventually lead her witches, and whatever that girl may be, she is no enemy to your child. Do what you need to bring your daughter home."

He backed away from her, she had never seen such longing in his eyes.

"This is my wish for you." He said softly.

Here he was, her sweet Elijah, encouraging her to do what was best for Hope, for her pack, but not what was best for him. She thought back to the last time they kissed and what she had said to him: 'Come on, Elijah. For once in your immortal life, can you just not be so noble?'

He was always putting everyone else first. He would sacrifice his own happiness for her. It was why she loved him, and why she couldn't have him. She reached out and touched his face, her fingers lingering against his soft skin. Their eyes met, a million unspoken words hanging in the air.

Everything in him was screaming to hold her, to keep her from leaving, to beg her not to marry Jackson. But, he had made a promise to her, to his family, to keep her safe. He wouldn't let his selfish desires ruin the plan to bring his niece home. He had to let her go.

But maybe, he would allow himself one last moment of weakness. To be selfish just for tonight.

His lips met hers, rough and demanding, and she kissed him back, with an equal passion. They moved across the room, crashing into the walls and knocking books from shelves. His hands were in her hair, and she ripped his tie from his neck.

Here he was, her Elijah, holding her like it would be the last time. Because it was the last time. She could feel it in her bones. She knew this was their goodbye. She tried to put everything she was feeling into her kisses, tried to let him know how much he meant to her.

Elijah finally had his beautiful wolf right where he wanted her. He tried not to think about how this was the last time he would ever hold her. The last time he would feel her soft lips against his.

He carried her to the nearby coffee table, his hands tugging at her clothes.

"Elijah," she sighed, as his mouth moved along her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips rocking against him. She could feel him, hard and hot between her thighs.

The way his name fell from her lips sent a shock of heat through his body. He needed to be closer to her. He needed more. He would always need more.

Her hands gripped the exposed skin of his chest, he was warm and firm, his muscles flexing under her touch. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to forget the world and just have him. 

For the first time, for the last time.

She tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. He grinned against her skin, kissing down her chest, tugging at her bra.

His lips moved down her body, along her stomach and lower. His hands pulled her panties down her thighs and she propped herself up on her elbows, watching him kiss the soft delicate skin there.

She couldn't look away from him. The sight of him, the only man she had ever loved, between her legs. His eyes met her, his body illuminated by the fire behind him.

His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her towards his mouth. She moaned, falling back onto the table as his tongue teased her. He knew just what she needed, just where to touch her to send waves of pleasure through her body.

He was a skilled lover, attentive and considerate, like she knew he would be. But it was more than that, it was like he was making love to her with his mouth. She could feel it in the way his lips moved against her, his tongue swirling and stroking, his hands holding her tight enough to leave bruises.

He let out a soft hum, a vibration that ran through her body. She had never felt this good. No one had ever touched her the way he did. It was like they were made for each other.

Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her hips rocking against his mouth. She was chasing that glorious high, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer.

She was a writhing, moaning mess, and he couldn't get enough of it. He loved watching her fall apart. Of all the women he had loved, all the women he had made love to, no one could compare to his beautiful wolf.

She could feel the tension building, a warmth growing deep in her belly, a pleasure that was about to boil over.

"Don't stop," she begged, and he didn't.

Her back arched, her muscles tensing, and she let out a soft gasp as the release hit her, wave after wave of intense pleasure. He licked her slowly, prolonging the ecstasy until she was spent and limp on the table.

He kissed his way back up, her small frame trembling slightly from her climax. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He could feel her heart pounding, her blood rushing through her veins. She was intoxicating.

"I need you," she breathed, and he crushed his lips to hers, their bodies pressing against each other.

He didn't say a word, just picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down on the soft bed.

They quickly shed the rest of their clothing and she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him passionately. He tasted like whiskey and something uniquely him. Something she couldn't get enough of.

Elijah didn't want this night to end, he was one of the most powerful creatures in the world, yet he was powerless against time. It would continue, whether he wanted it to or not.

Hayley pushed him onto his back, straddling him. She kissed his jaw, his neck, down his chest. She had never felt more alive. Her nails raked along his chest, making him hiss. She loved the way he reacted to her, the way his muscles rippled under her touch.

She lowered herself onto him, letting out a soft moan. Her eyes met his, his hands resting on her hips. They fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other. It was almost overwhelming, the sensation of having him inside her.

"Hayley," he murmured, and it sounded like a prayer.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her hands on his chest. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was like they were one. She could feel every inch of him, her body responding to his.

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, that no one else had ever held his heart the way she did. That no one ever would. But, he knew it would just make this harder.

So instead, he held her, and let her have this moment. He would give her everything he had, and then let her go.

She quickened her pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She was beautiful, the way her head fell back, her soft moans filling the air.

He watched her, taking in every detail. The way her lips parted, the way her body moved, the way her breath hitched.

Her eyes met his and it was like time stopped. She could feel the tension coiling low in her belly, the pressure building.

She could see the emotions playing across his face. He looked like a man in pain. She had never seen anyone look at her like that, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She wondered what her life would be like if he was the father of her child. In his eyes she saw that perfect cookie cutter life, the one she always longed for. She imagined a world where he was her husband, where he would watch their child grow. She didn't want to be an Alpha. She didn't want the responsibilities. She didn't want to marry Jackson.

All she wanted was to be his.

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

They moved together, a slow, steady rhythm, making it last, fitting together perfectly, their hearts beating as one.

He rolled them over, settling between her thighs, his hands cradling her face. His dark gaze was so intense, so full of emotion.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and it was like her heart was breaking. She wished this was real, that they had met under different circumstances, in a different life.

He was close, and so was she. The pleasure was building, and she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay here forever, in his arms, with him.

"Please," she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Elijah."

He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, as their bodies moved together, breaking apart and coming back together.

She could feel him, his body responding to hers, his heart beating in time with hers. They both were teetering on the edge, and she needed him to take her over.

She pulled her mouth from his, looking deep into his eyes.

"Make me yours," she whispered, and that was all it took.

He kissed her neck then sank his fangs into her flesh, the bite sending her over the edge.

It was the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body shuddered, and she cried out his name. It was like her soul had been split open, her emotions raw and exposed.

His release followed soon after, his body trembling as he spilled himself inside her. It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of it. Nothing compared.

They lay there, their bodies still connected, neither wanting to move, to break the spell.

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in, his hands cradling her face. Her skin was flushed, her eyes shining.

He kissed her again and again and again, slow and gentle, savoring the moment.

"Elijah, I--" She began, not sure what she was going to say. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but it would only make it all so much more difficult.

He silenced her with a kiss, his hand tangling in her hair.

"I know," he said softly, and she knew that he did.

They held each other, her head on his chest, his fingers running through her hair. The moment was perfect, and she wished it would never end.

The soft cries of Hope interrupted their blissful reverie. They shared a smile, and Hayley moved to get out of bed and check on her.

"Let me," he said, getting dressed quickly.

She watched him as he left the room, admiring the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.

She listened as he took care of her daughter, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She would have to leave him in the morning, but right now, in this moment, she was happy.

Hope's cries turned into laughter, and she heard Elijah singing softly. She couldn't understand the words, but the melody was soothing. It sounded like an old lullaby.

She wondered if this was what it would have been like if they had met under different circumstances. She could imagine them raising their children together, a family. It was a dream that would never come true.

When Elijah returned she was pretending to sleep, she didn't want him to see her tears. He climbed into bed beside her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

He didn't want her to marry Jackson, but he had made her a promise, to keep her safe. His vows mattered more than his feelings, his happiness.

He kissed her hair, mouthing, 'I love you', a promise he made to the stars.

They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms, and if he had his way, they would wake up the same way everyday, from this day until the end of time.

But, fate is not kind, and love is not for the selfish.

Hayley woke up alone, the faint scent of Elijah still lingering on the sheets. It was a bittersweet reminder of what she had given up.

She could smell coffee and bacon, he was downstairs cooking breakfast. Elijah was a hopeless romantic, even at the worst of times.

She smiled sadly, tracing the curve of his pillow, imagining his face. He had held her all night, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe. She could feel his loss in her bones, the empty space inside her, the space where he had been.

Hope cooed and giggled from her crib, reaching up her tiny hands to her mother. Hayley scooped her up and carried her downstairs, inhaling the scent of home-cooked food.

Elijah was humming a tune, dressed impeccably, as usual. He looked like nothing had changed, like they didn't have a lifetime of longing and heartache between them.

She admired him, his broad shoulders, his strong jaw. The way his biceps flexed as he whisked the eggs. He looked good, his dark hair neatly styled, his clothes crisp and clean.

She leaned in close to him, grabbing some fruit from the counter and their eyes met.

For a moment, it was like the world had stopped. There was only the two of them, and the love that burned between them.

Elijah wanted to kiss her, just one last time, but he knew that if he did, he would never be able to let her go.

Hayley felt her heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing. She could see it in his eyes, the love and the pain. He leaned in and kissed Hope on the head instead, the infant smiling happily.

They didn't have to say anything, their feelings were clear. They both wanted more, but they knew that it wasn't possible. They had to be ripped apart by duty.

Perhaps if they knew the future that awaited them, it would be a different story, a different outcome.

But, as they say, time is the enemy, and love is never enough.

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[hyperactivewhore]

How did you feel with Hope’s and Rebekah’s interactions in legacies? I was really disappointed in Rebekah. I understand that Klaus and Hayley would’ve hated to see Hope without her humanity, but Rebekah had no right to say that Klaus would be disappointed in Hope. Hope has been through so much, and no one in her family seemed to care. Rebekah, and the rest of the mikaelsons, seemingly abandoned Hope - which would’ve disappointed Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah way more than Hope unwillingly turning off her humanity. Say what you will about Elijah, and you can say a lot because he was awful (especially towards Marcel), but he wouldn’t have allowed Hope to deal with malivore and a random god alone. It still makes me angry that the Mikaelsons helped Hope regain her humanity but scattered when she was in danger once more because of some idiotic god named Ken.

Rebekah got on my nerves so badly, to be honest. She showed up out of nowhere after years of no contact and she just expected Hope to be happy and not hold a grudge against the fact that they left her completely alone to die???

Honestly, the Mikaelson (and by this I mean Kol, Rebekah and Freya) did not care for Hope that much even in The Originals. They had set crazy expectations in her and once they saw Hope didn't fit their happily ever after, they dumped her.

I'm not saying they didn't love her because they clearly did, but they cared more about her being the redemption of their family/what she was supposed to "fix" way more than they cared for Hope herself: in my opinion, the only people who didn't see her as their redemption were Klaus and Hayley and don't get me wrong, Klaus was a shitty father but at least he along with Hayley never put any expectation in her.

I mean, Freya already expressed her little interest in making sure Hope kept her innocence as a kid in this conversation:

[HAYLEY: I've done plenty wrong in my life, Freya. But things are different now. I have a sweet little girl who's going around healing injured fireflies with her magic. If we're keeping someone captive in our barn, she's gonna have questions.

FREYA: Then tell her that the world's a bad place and that sometimes we have to do bad things to survive. She'll be safer if she learns that early.

HAYLEY: It's not her job to keep herself safe. It's mine. It's ours. And that includes protecting her innocence.

FREYA: She's a Mikaelson -- she can live without her innocence. She can't live without her family. She's a Mikaelson, and you're-]

And as any other Mikaelson loves doing, Freya made sure to remind her of why Hayley would never be actually part of her family: she doesn't share their blood. I mean, look at Hope; she does share their blood and yet they didn't give a damn about her, Freya didn't care about making sure she grew as normal as possible (extremely difficult with their lifestyle), Rebekah ditched Hope the moment she stopped being a baby because she couldn't live her fantasy of wanting to cosplay as a mother and Kol wasn't even allowed to be around her when she was a baby, and then they never actually developed a bond once she grew up.

Of course, this is controversial because in The Originals, judging by the phone call Hope has with Kol, the way she behaves around Freya and that line in Legacies about Rebekah teaching her how to dance, it is implied they were close enough to have a good relationship and that they did care for her. And she's even closer to Marcel, if we take into account how comfortable and happy they act with each other.

Freya did say she saw Hope as the kid she lost and of course, the moment she had a kid of her own she dumped her. Rebekah was obsessed with being a mother and yet it's proven time and time again to be a shitty person around kids: the grooming with Marcel, being mean to Elena and Caroline because she was jealous and not giving a damn about Hope once she grew up and then we have Kol, who funnily enough seems to be closer to her than Freya and Rebekah and of course Marcel, the person Hope loves more than any of her blood relatives lol.

Don't get me wrong, Legacies played a big part in the way the Mikaelson ruined their relationship with Hope, but I don't get why people act so surprised and hurt about their abandonment of her when there were already signs of this in The Originals. The only reason they even stayed together for a millennium was because of Elijah and because Klaus refused to let them go, so of course they would fall apart once they died.

And yes, I agree with the whole Elijah thing. He loved Hope a lot once he got to know her in season five and he would have never left her alone in the Salvatore school, but he would also never have allowed her to stay that long on it.

[braveclementine]

Damon X reader pt. 1

Warnings: slight angst

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

I woke up in rather warm arms and I was confused. What in the world? I rolled over- to the best of my ability- and saw Damon's angelic sleeping face on the other side. I relaxed immediately, smiling at the sight in front of me.

He was so handsome what with those baby blue eyes and black curls, and I wished he could be mine. But he was adamant that he was bad for me because he was a Vampire. I didn't care, I wished I could be a vampire and be with him forever.

It had taken forever to convince him into the bed. But he had finally given in and here he was. Of course, he wouldn't sleep with me, but he would cuddle and I was grateful for that.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." Damon grumbled, apparently awake as I continued to gaze at him.

I tucked some of his curly hair behind his hair. "Hmm."

I kissed his forehead before rolling out of the bed on the opposite side. I glanced out the window, seeing the ocean waves. But there was also an island that seemed very close. "We're almost at the next stop. What is it again?"

"Bahamas. Didn't you read the map? You're the one who's competing after all." Damon grumbled, but with more teasing in his voice than before.

I giggled, "No. You know I was surprised with this trip. What time it is?"

"Time for you to get a watch." Damon grumbled, rolling over in the bedsheets, wrapping his arms around one of the pillows.

"Not the dad jokes Damon." I complained.

"Sorry Y/N." He muttered.

I went to the bathroom and then looked at the clock, "It's past lunchtime." I shouted so he could hear me.

I exited the bathroom and found he'd fallen back asleep. I smiled gently.

We lived in Mystic Falls which never seemed to be a boring place to live, what with the drama with Originals and Vampires and Werewolves and Heretics and Sirens and Witches and whatever else existed. And I was a measly human who had managed to survive it through it all.

This was partly a combination because Damon and Enzo protected me, and also because all of the Originals had taken a liking to me. Well, except Finn, but he didn't really count now.

With the combined protection, I got through everything unscathed. Of course, while everyone from Bonnie and Enzo to Alaric and Jo had found a romantic love, I was stuck without love.

Klaus had Caroline, Elijah had Hayley. Kol had Davina. Rebekah had Marcel, which meant Marcel had Rebekah. Stefan had Elena- not that I would've gone for Stefan anyways. I honestly couldn't stand him or Elena. Bonnie had Enzo. Alaric had Jo.

Which had left Damon who was adamantly against dating me. Wonderful. But that was because his eyes were on Elena.

I guess if I wanted to sink lower I could date Matt or Tyler, but I really didn't.

Of course, everyone liked to tell me that Damon did like me, he just didn't want to hurt me. Well, that was just bloody wonderful, but if he could actually act on it, it would be more than wonderful.

But anyways. . . about three weeks ago, I had received a letter in the mail that claimed I had won a spot on a game show that would take place on a yacht. I was allowed to bring one friend with me and we would have shared quarters.

I hadn't been sure who I was going to take. I had thought about bringing Vincent, my witch friend from New Orleans, but somehow, Damon had been corralled into it.

Not that I minded.

So now I was here. I'd spent a week and a half on the yacht, participating in different game shows and consistently winning, although the last game had been a near miss. I'd been on the bubble with a one question difference and it just so happened I knew the question and I got pushed into the winning.

The next contest would be when we docked- the losers were always dropped off at the port location to be sent home on an airplane- and this time around, we were going to know the category ahead of time. I was really excited because if I could study something- the enormous yacht had a library- then I would probably have a better chance at winning.

Meanwhile, I got dressed out of my pajamas and into a short sleeved T-shirt and a pair of frayed jean shorts. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, not bothering doing anything more exotic with it. Then I applied light makeup and decided that it was time to wake Damon up.

I grabbed one of the blood bags from the mini fridge in the kitchen and then poured it into a glass that he usually used for drinking bourbon or whiskey.

I carried it back to the bedroom, waving it under Damon's nose, "Damon." He grunted, but didn't move.

"C'mon baby, time to wake up." I said in a sing-songy voice that was probably only appropriate to use on a little child. But he was certainly acting like it so it probably was rather appropriate.

He mumbled something incoherent, his hand pushing the glass of blood away.

I frowned and then said in a hard voice, "Damon Salvatore I will pour this glass of blood on your head if you do not get out of bed right now."

In a flash, the glass of blood was gone from my hand, Damon was gone from the bed, leaning against the wall, downing the glass. "Happy?"

"Very, let's go down for breakfast."

He scoffed, "Or, I can cook you pancakes here and we can stay in the room."

I sighed. I did love his pancakes and if we stayed in the room, I might get a chance to cuddle with him. Maybe even get him to kiss me.

"Well, alright. But do we even have maple syrup and whip cream?"

"If not, I'll compel the chef to give me some." Damon said, pouring himself a bourbon in the same glass the blood had originally been in.

"Are you sure you want to drink so early in the day?" I questioned.

"It's one o'clock, that's early?"

"I don't know, don't normal people start drinking around. . . after work hours? Six? Maybe five at the earliest?" I questioned. I personally didn't drink [or maybe you do], so I wasn't sure the normal hours.

"Only cool people drink at this time of the day Y/N." Damon smirked.

I swung my H/L hair over my shoulder. "Come on Slytherin, get to making the pancakes."

I had taken to calling him 'Slytherin' as it was his Hogwarts house. My nickname for him, per-se. He often called me '[Your Hogwarts house]'.

Damon cooked up the pancakes, putting [your favorite fruit] as the decorations for the eyes and mouth of the happy pancakes. I smirked as he added whip cream and maple syrup to the breakfast food.

"Thanks Damon." I said, picking up my fork and digging in.

"Well it's not often I flaunt my amazing cooking skills," Damon said cockily, digging into his own pancakes.

We mostly ate in silence. I was wondering about what the category would be for the next round, knowing I only had a few hours before the actual competition to research. I had heard rumors that the library was a whole floor of the ship so finding books might be nearly impossible.

"Don't sweat it." Damon said and I looked up to see he had been observing me. His black hair was in his lovely blue eyes. He was wearing a buttoned down gray shirt and black jeans. Much to my pet peeve, he had only socks on. I preferred either bare feet or shoes. "Honestly, you either know the answers, or you don't. It's not the end of the world if you lose the competition."

I smiled at him. I just wanted to impress him. It was stupid really, I was human. If I wasn't human, I wouldn't have to impress him. He didn't want me to be a vampire and he also didn't want to be with me if I was human.

Or maybe it was just that if I stayed human, he never had to be with me whereas if I became a vampire, he might never get rid of me.

The smile slipped off my face and I quickly turned back to my pancakes. Was that it? Was it really that bad to be in my presence?

I suddenly found my appetite diminished and I pushed the plate away gently, getting to my feet and padding away to the bathroom.

I needed a bath to calm my senses.

At that moment, the intercom went off with an annoying drilling noise like back in high school. "Attention competitors. The library is now open. The category is mystical creatures. You have four hours. Good luck!"

Well there went the calming bath.

"Well you'll have this in the bag Y/N." Damon said, another glass of bourbon in his hand. I decided not to say anything. If he wanted to drink it fine, it wasn't my place to tell him not to.

"Well, I guess I should go down to the library anyways." I said awkwardly. "I'll see you after the competition."

"Don't you want help studying?" Damon asked and I did hear the surprise in his voice that I planned on going alone.

"Only if you want, but if you'd rather stay here, I don't mind at all." I replied nonchalantly, opening the door to the hotel room. I let the door close behind me, but the click didn't happen.

Damon was now standing in front of me, a bit of a frown on his face. "Y/N? Did I say something at breakfast?"

No. It's what you're not saying.

"No, just nerves." I replied with a shrug. I set off down the hallway. "But if you're coming, you have to leave the bourbon in the room!"

Good, now I'd have time alone and away from him. He'd much rather stay in his room with his bourbon-

I shrieked as strong arms scooped me up and I felt a familiar rush of vampire speed as everything rushed past me in a blur.

We stopped in front of large doors and Damon said, "The library." He put me down on his feet.

I hit his arm, "Dumbass! What if someone saw you?"

"Then I'd compel them to forget." Damon said his mouth lifting into that familiar, sexy smirk, opening the door. "After you." 

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[darkmaga-returns]

Two councils have thrown their support behind Port Hedland's historic motion of last month, calling for suspension of the shots

Rebekah Barnett

Nov 21, 2024

Two Australian local governments have joined a grassroots campaign calling for state and federal officials to take precautionary action over Covid vaccine safety concerns.

The councils of Ceduna, in South Australia, and West Tamar, in Tasmania, voted this week to formally recognise evidence of excessive synthetic DNA in Australian vials of the modified-RNA (mod-RNA) vaccines and its associated potential risks of genomic integration, cancer, and other long-term health impacts.

The contamination issue was first brought to national attention last month in a world-first motion passed by the council of West Australian mining town Port Hedland.1

In that vote, Port Hedland councillors agreed to call for the suspension of the Pfizer and Moderna Covid vaccines, and to send letters to every other local government in Australia inviting them to do the same.

Port Hedland Councillor Adrian McRae, who brought the motion, said that he hoped the Port Hedland motion would be “the ripple that creates a bigger wave across the country, and perhaps the world” on the issue of Covid vaccine safety.

The ripple builds

In a meeting yesterday, members of Ceduna Council voted to formally acknowledge the evidence and safety concerns raised in the Port Hedland motion.2

The council agreed to send written warnings to all health practitioners in the area urging them to share information about DNA contamination findings to potential Covid vaccine patients to ensure that patients can make decisions with informed consent.

The council will also write to state and federal officials to express support for letters already sent by the Port Hedland Council, and requesting a response on what steps each Department is taking to ensure patient safety.

“Approving this motion signals our dedication to prioritising community safety and well-being by championing a transparent and scientifically rigorous approach to public health,” said Councillor Hayley Nicholls, who brought the motion.

The day prior, West Tamar Council passed a motion recognising that the DNA contamination is “a public advocacy issue with potential public health implications,” and committing to “advocate on this potential public health issue to ensure community welfare and trust.”3

[lovely-des]

Being the daughter of Bonnie & Klaus includes

(Age: Newborn - 5)

You're a Tribrid just like your big sister, Hope

You're a year younger than Hope

Your first word was incendia, Klaus was proud, but Bonnie, not so much since you set the couch on fire

You learned magic from your mom, Freya, and Davina

You're a mommy's girl more than anything

You're sweet and kind like a Bennet when happy, but when mad you are ruthless and colded hearted like a Mikaelson

You are equal parts your mother and father

Your favorite word in incendia or motus

You grow up with your mom, Hayley, and Hope

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Age: 6 - 17)

For the first time since you were 1, you met your father, aunties, and uncle

Since you didn't like painting, you and Klaus bonded over him tell you everything you need to know about being a werewolf and vampire from his point of view

You moved back to New Orleans to be closer to family

Your mom enrolled you into the salvatore boarding school where your aunt Caroline is the headmistress when you were 6

You started making your own grimoire

You become close with Lizzie & Josie

You and Hope practically teach each other

You spent most of your time with your mom, Freya, Davina, doing magic

When you were 13, you activated your werewolf side

You and Hope made a promise to become fully activated Tribrids together

Your favorite aunt is Rebekah, and your favorite uncle is Elijah

At 14, you experienced the death of Hayley, who was a second mother to you

Still at 14, you experienced the death of your father

You and Hope grew apart from each other after your father died

You and Hope are distant from each other for 4 years

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(18-now)

Lizzie tries to convince you to talk to Hope "Oh come on, Y/n, you need to talk to Hope. We both know you miss her, she's your sister"

After talking with Lizzie, you decided to talk to Hope and walk in her room to see her painting. "Nice painting big sister of mine. "Thank you, little sister of mine".

You and Hope quickly rebuild y'all relationship

You and Hope decided to become fully activated Tribrids "Hope, we need to do this before more people get here" "I know, I'll call aunt Freya and Bonnie"

Aunt Freya and your mom arrived with Rebekah, Davina, Kol, Keelin, and Marcel

You and Hope died laying in bed holding hands

Hours later, y'all woke up first and completed your transition

[riderofblackdragons]

All I Feel Is Rage

Day 18: Revenge | unreliable narrator | loss of identity | "I see what's mine and take it"

Ok so this one I wrote at like... The start of the month, probably. Just had to touch it up a little before posting it. And I prefer posting fics on the days associated with the numbers, so there's also that part of it.

Anyways, I've returned to the An Original Mother AU, both because I really enjoy it and also because it seems fitting, with all the bullshit Klaus had put Elijah through in this AU, disregarding what anyone else had put her through as well.

Although with the other prompts, I might return to Day 18's prompts in the future if I feel like using one as an alt prompt

If anyone has any specific AU they want more of, send me an ask or something and I'll see what I can do :)

Hope you enjoy!

"Your first mistake," Elijah stated, staring her half-brother down. "Was to assume that I was on your side,"

She turned from him, walking calmly away. Behind her, Klaus snarled, but his words didn't leave his mouth. After what he'd done, Elijah thought he was getting off lightly with just this. The feeling of being skinned, every minute that Elijah's spouses (spouses that Klaus had forced her to have, regardless of how much she'd come to care for them) remained wolves.

Purely focused on Klaus' nerves, as well, which didn't give the hybrid any oppurtunity to get used to it. Elijah's little coven had been very helpful, both developing and casting the spell for her, using Elijah's shared blood, and the hints leftover from Katerina's ancestors, Klaus' birth father's pack, to target Klaus in particular.

No noise escaped from Klaus' mouth, and with his nerves lighting up with pain so constantly, he couldn't move, either. A simple message, but one Elijah hoped would be effective in its messaging. Her spouses were her business, not his, and he'd had no right to interfere like he had.

In all honesty, they probably were on the same side. Both half-siblings wanted to keep baby Hope safe, after all, even if their methods were so drastically different. Still, turning Hope's mother and stepfather into wolves for most of the month? It was cruel. Maybe it had seemed necessary in Klaus' mind, but at its heart, it did just seem cruel.

And Klaus refused to actually explain why he'd done it. Elijah wasn't a mindreader, not to other Originals, disregarding that she'd never particularly wanted to explore her half-brother's mind in the first place, and Klaus wasn't spilling. Thus, Elijah's assumption was that it was less to do with Hope, and more to do with Hayley and Jackson being Elijah's spouses. Gods knew how many of Rebekah's lovers Klaus had gotten rid of, as well as Elijah's more… Temporary flings.

She wasn't stupid. She'd kept the ones she was more fond of out of the way of her siblings. After Rebekah and Klaus had conspired to kill Elijah's toddling son, she'd known that any lover she wanted long-term could never meet them.

They'd killed their own nephew, any potential in-laws would be nothing to get rid of.

And maybe, this punishment for Klaus wasn't just about his recent actions in New Orleans. Maybe it also leaned further back, to when he'd killed Elijah's son on the full moon, and freed his hybrid side with said son's death. Maybe it went back even further, to all the children Elijah had given birth to alone, hiding from her siblings and her father, in fear of what they'd do to said babies.

Maybe it even went so far back as to Elijah's first son, to when Klaus had dropped the four year old off the side of their balcony. To how he'd forced Elijah to try and make the choice of killing her own child, or letting him suffer through life as an immortal toddler, before the sun's rays had killed him for her.

There were many reasons Elijah had to want Klaus to suffer. Getting her newest spouses cursed as wolves was just the tip of the iceberg, really. But she'd make sure he felt enough pain for all of them.

Tag List: @captain-effy @what-the-fuckis-happening @robininthelabyrinth

If anyone wants to be added lmk!

[honeybear-yammy]

Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

[queensofthewolves]

Later that night while Klaus and Rebekah were at Marcel's gala putting their plan into motion. Hayley and I walk out into the backyard of the Mikaelson's manor to look around. They have a beautiful pool out back that I would love to take a swim in if I wasn't pregnant and worried about catching a cold. Klaus would probably have my head. There are beautiful roses growing in the gardens and big beautiful trees all around. This is a place that I would love to bring my daughter or son back here to play or to just enjoy the sun shine.

It is just absolutely breathtaking out here. They must compel people to keep it in good condition.

"It's a nice night out tonight." Hayley says.

"I agree. It's just so peaceful. We better enjoy it while we can, because as soon as Rebekah and Klaus's plan set in motion, it's going to be hectic."

"Amen sister, amen."

As we continue to look around, I have a feeling we were being watched and it didn't help that I heard a crunching sound either. "Did you hear that?" I ask Hayley who nodded. Putting her body in front of mine for protection as we slowly make our way to the place where the sound came from. As we headed into the direction of where the sound coming from, I felt a pull like someone or something was pulling me in that general direction.

Stopping at the garden wall we look into the wooden area to see to our surprise three werewolves looking at us. "Werewolves, Hayley." I said to her in shocked and surprise. Seeing the same express on her face we turned our attention back to the wolves. They were beautiful. They all look like siblings. They had the same golden ring around their pupils. We thought all the wolves were gone and now we have hope of finding some family left after all.

"They must be siblings. That one there is a girl with a grayish white and black fur. She's beautiful. I'm almost jealous of her looks."

Hayley laughs at me as we turned our attention to the two male werewolves. Both Hayley and I felt drawled to them. One of the male wolves that capture my attention was the one with dark brown, white, blond, grayish fur mixed together. He's beautiful. The more I look at him, I feel a connection. He growls a little at me and I felt my wolf inside me response.

My wolf like this wolf and I couldn't denial the attraction I felt toward this wolf or the pull I felt toward him earlier when I first heard the noise. It was like his eyes were piercing into my very soul, kind of like Elijah's eyes were. Shaking that though out of my mind.

Looking over at Hayley I could tell she felt the same way about her wolf. His fur is grayish white with some blond and black mixed in.

"Hayley you're drooling." I said to my sister, nudging her side with my elbow.

"Stop it, Liz. He's hot okay. My wolf inside is practically clawing at me to get out and meet him." She growl at me.

"There both hot, Hays." I said to my sister agreeing. My wolf was also practically clawing to get out to, but because I'm pregnant I can't turn.

"You already have a hot boyfriend coming back to you, this one is mind." I could have swore that I heard two growls coming from the girl and boy wolf.

"As you wish, dear sister. As long as he treats you right, that's all I care about, but if he hurts you, then I will rip him to shreds."

"Thanks dear sister, it's nice to know you have my back. The same goes for Elijah if he hurts you, I'll rip him to shreds too. " Looking over at the two wolf who growl before starting growling again. " I think someone is jealous or they just don't like vampires." "Werewolves and vampires generally don't get along. Our bite could killed a vampire." Eliza nodded at Hayley's words. That was another reason she couldn't be with Elijah. She didn't want to accidentally kill him. Plus his family has issues with werewolves. She didn't know what he could possibly see in her. She was a beast, a monster, a killer.

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75 - I Will Rescue You

Part 76

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Laying on the bed in Jo’s apartment it had been a few days since we all learned that Kai was out of his prison world. Which wouldn’t be good for anyone. Flipping over onto my side I stared at the hologram crystal briefly. Reaching over I snatched it from the table and grasped it in my hands. “Missing me again, love?”

“More than words can describe.” I said back to the hologram of my husband laying beside me. His blue eyes poured into mine. “I just wish I could snap my fingers and have the cures. So that we could get back to each other.”

He sat up a little, holding his body up on his left elbow. “You haven’t talked about the progress, maybe that would make you feel better about this.”

“Fine. Let’s see, Hayley and Cami went in search of the cure for Freya’s poison and found that. But it still leaves Rebekah’s hex and the beast bites that Elijah and Kol have. Which according to you was created by the seven Crescent werewolf packs with their venom.” I sat up hugging my knees to my chest thinking back to my previous phone calls.

Klaus sent me a smile trying to be hopeful for me. “There you go. Then you’ve got one out of three. That’s better than nothing.”

“Maybe….” I sighed heavily resting my chin on my knees.

“Raelyn, what aren’t you saying that you want to say?”

“Nothing.” I fought back quickly.

He raised a brow at me as a warning. “Raelyn…tell me.”

Throwing my hands up in the air I began crying in front of the holographic version of the man I loved. “I miss you so much. I miss your touch, your lips, your voice whispering in my ear. I miss watching you tell the girls bedtime stories. I miss you being here when I have nightmares that my family will come for me. I…I miss having sex with you like you wouldn’t imagine. Klaus, I can’t breathe without you honestly. I miss your scent, I miss being in your arms. I…I freaking miss you so bad and there’s nothing I can do about it!”

“Rae, I know and I wish I could fix it.” He said with a disappointed smile. Since he was made from my memory of him he knew what I was thinking inside my head.

Burying my face in my hands I started crying again. Even if I could see him it wouldn’t make the pain go away until I got to physically be with him. “You say everything that he would say to me. But you’re not what I want. At first it helped but now…now it’s just torture. Reminding me what I can’t have because of Marcel. I hate him!” Clutching my hands into fists the lamp on the bedside table caught on fire.

“Love, the lamps on fire.” He pointed out where I glanced over my shoulder.

“Shit!” I cursed getting up waving it with the rug until it was put out. “See I can’t even do magic right without the real you!”

Klaus shifted on the bed sitting with his legs crossed. “Maybe it would help if you visited the real me.”

“What, you mean like astral projection? I….I don’t think that would make me feel better. I mean who knows what kind of torture Marcel is putting him - uh you though.” I shook my head no, reaching down and twirling the dog tag necklace he had given me that he always wore after I had traded his for my brothers necklace.

Hologram Klaus got to his feet vamping in front of me where we were almost chest to chest with each other. “You could give it a shot. If you wish to know, is this suffering all for nothing.”

“I never said anything like that. I…we did this to save his siblings.” I trailed off not liking where my brain was heading.

He placed his hands behind his back with a serious look on his face. “But you have thought about it. In case you have forgotten I am a projection created from your head.”

“Okay maybe I have thought it once or twice. But it doesn’t matter how many bad thoughts I’ve had. I would never trade their lives for mine with you.”

Klaus tilted his head closing the gap even more between us where if he were really here we would be close to kissing already. “Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness, Raelyn. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.”

“I’m not afraid of the darkness. I married you even though you want everyone to fear your name. I have my own dark impulses that I have inside me.” I raised my head meeting his gaze. “Yet that’s not what this is about. Nik, you will never understand even if you are a creature inside my head.”

He smirked, tilting his head to the side. “If you aren’t then do the spell. You have something of mine. So there’s nothing stopping you.”

Vamping away from him I found some candles and sage that Jo had gotten for me and Jaocb to talk with Cami or Hayley when they weren’t here. Bending down on my knees I draw with the sage the symbols on the wooden floor. “Demitte moi, demitte moi.” Clutching my hand around Klaus’s necklace I closed my eyes focusing on him.

Opening my eyes I covered my mouth with my hands gasping in shock. “Oh my god.” Klaus was laying in the middle of a circle of salt barrier.

“Do you suffer, Niklaus, as my wife suffered? As my child suffered? Yeah, you do. But I do believe, at long last, your suffering is at an end.” One of his vampires walked up. He was surrounded by the other vampires that were formerly sired to him.

Walking around one of the pillars to hide so they couldn’t see me. I peaked around the corner mumbling to myself. “I will rip Marcel apart when I get back here!” Nik’s hair was extremely curly and he was bloody with chains attached to his neck, wrists and ankles.

The crowd started chanting. “Kill him!”

“Do you hear that? The people have spoken. Now, honor would dictate a request for your last words, but you deserve no such privilege.” The vampire was holding a sword in his hand now threatening my husband. “Instead, I want the last words you ever hear to be my solemn vow. I will find your daughters….and then take your wife. And when I do, I will eradicate your malignant bloodline from... this... earth.”

The vampire hit Klaus over the head with the sword, knocking him to the stone floor. When he got back up the vampire tried to take his head but Klaus swung his chains tripping him. My husband then bit down into his neck.

Two more vampires came into the circle seeing my husband had picked up the sword from the ground. Nik swings his chains forward wrapping them around the vamp’s wrist. He yanked him forward biting into his neck doing the same to the other, throwing them over the barrier.

“Well, who's next?!” Klaus shouted, holding the blade in his hand. He had blood dripping from his mouth looking between the group. “Oh, come on. Meet... your... maker.”

Marcel came behind him snapping his neck where I cursed, clutching my hands into fists. “Bastard!”

“Mmm. That is a nasty bite. The good news is, we have the cure. You see, keeping Klaus alive does come in handy. I keep him for his blood, in case the wolves get out of line. I keep him as collateral, in case his family comes back. I keep him, because I can. I put him down, I kept him down, and I am the only one that can stop him from coming after all of you. New Orleans is mine.” Marcel declared to the gang of vampires before he made them all leave the cave where Klaus was.

Rushing out from behind the column I dropped on my knees pressing my hands on the spell barrier even though I didn’t have my magic when I did projections like this. “Klaus, Klaus hey. It’s me, Nik!”

“R…Rae?” He blinked, his eyes opened, waking up from the neck snap. He lifted his head up shuffling toward the spell as much as he could. “What are you doing here?”

Pushing my hands against the spell. “I…I had to see you. These years have been torture.”

“You shouldn’t be here, love. Marcel will find you. And if finds out you are looking for curse-“

I cut him off, shaking my head. “Klaus stop it. I don’t want to worry about him now. I know the risks of being here and I’m willing to pay. But he won’t find me, I swear it.

“Oh Rae…” He tilted his head to the side with those weak puppy dog eyes.

Sniffing through tears noticing that he was still wearing Jacob’s necklace around his neck. I smiled wishing that I could break the spell between us and just fling my arms around him and never let go. “Is this always going to be our lives, Nik. Having to be separated by one of your enemies, cause I thought we were done after you killed Mikael, Esther and Dahlia.”

“Raelyn, I promise you this. We will be together again I know it.” He placed his hands on the barrier spell where our hands would cover each other if it wasn’t there.

Leaning my forehead down and he leaned his forehead forward too. “I believe you but I don’t want to spend a thousand years or an immortal lifetime without you. I…I love you so much and I will rescue you. I will always rescue you.”

“I love you too, Raelyn. Always and forever.” He whispered before he moved his head hearing someone coming down the stairs. “You need to go before he gets here. Just remember I love you.”

“I love you too.” Raising to my feet I waved my hand disappearing back into Jo’s apartment. A set of footsteps came running down the hallway where I glanced over my shoulder quickly seeing Missy.

“Mommy, we did it. We can talk to Auntie Bex and Freya. And uncles Elijah and Kol!” She cheers, throwing her fist in the air.

Brushing hair out of my eyes I tugged on her father’s necklace for strength. Sniffing up the tears that had fallen I wiped them away with my sleeves. “Oh cool honey. How about you show me.”

“Mommy, why were you crying?” She asked when I picked her up in my arms carrying her over my shoulder.

Shaking my head we headed into their room where Alina and Hope were sitting in a circle of sage chalk drawn on the ground with candles. “It’s nothing sweetheart. Now show me how you have started talking with them.” The other two grabbed my hands after taking Missy’s hands in theirs. Closing my eyes I knew one way or another we would get their father back.

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[klausysworld]

Can u write something about the reader complaining about how klaus never talks to her about his issues so one day he ends up opening up to her about mikael and stuff when he was a kid and the reader comforts him?

What does it mean to be a man?

Klaus stormed straight up the stairs when we got home.

He, Elijah and Rebekah had just faced Mikael, their father.

Hayley and I had been with the wolves and with Hope to make sure Mikael couldn’t get to her.

We all returned to the abattoir when we got the call that it was safe and the silence that over took the home was heavy.

Hayley took Hope up to bed, Rebekah went off to find Marcel and Elijah took a seat with a glass of scotch. I debated going straight after Klaus but decided he needed a moment.

So I sat opposite Elijah and began to think.

“Elijah? May I ask you something?” I questioned quietly and he looked up to me in response

“What did Mikael…do to him?” I asked lowering my voice “I know that he was a bad man but I mean, was it verbal or physical or…” I trailed and Elijah stood up

“Physical mostly, you would have to ask Niklaus, I don’t think he would want you to hear it from anyone other than him. It’s a very emotional topic for him and well…he doesn’t exactly handle those well” he concluded and I nodded

“Do you think he would be upset with my asking?”

“He trusts you, more than he trusts most. Perhaps he won’t share it all but some is better than none” he replied

“Thank you Elijah” I whispered with a weak smile before heading to the stairs.

I went into our room but Klaus wasn’t in there. I frowned and sat on our bed, I listened for a moment before hearing a sniffling coming from the bathroom door. I stood slowly and cautiously made my way over, careful to not made sound to hear. He was whispering inaudibly to himself and clearing his throat.

I gave a light knock to the door before twisting the handle and opening it. He turned his head to me, his eyes were red and lashes wet but I didn’t mention it. He was only in his boxers for bed and his skin was clean from any blood.

“You okay?” I asked gently and he nodded before walking toward me. A kiss was pressed to my forehead, his hand found mine and he pulled me over to our bed.

“How was it with Hope in the bayou?” He questioned, his throat was croakier than normal and he tried to clear his throat again to get rid of it but it didn’t seem to work.

“It was okay, it’s muddy out there even in the summer but Hope had fun with the other kids” I told him while he pulled my shirt and shorts off so I was only in my underwear. “Did everything go smoothly with your- with Mikael? You took a little longer than we thought” I asked nervously. His eyes darted away from mine as his jaw clenched and he leaned forward to grab his top that I had worn to bed last night.

“It was…not great” he replied shortly.

He pulled the top over my head and I pushed my arms through the sleeves. He glanced to my eyes before shifted under the covers and opening his arm for me to slot beside him.

I moved down and into his hold, wrapping an arm around his torso and kissing his shoulder “what happened?” I asked and he sighed

“He was just going on about nothing” he muttered

“Well like what?” I pressed but I could feel his body shuffling uncomfortably as his tongue wetted his lips

“It doesn’t really matter now” he mumbled, “it’s been and done, no need to cry over spilt milk”

“I think this is a little more than spilt milk Klaus” I whispered

“It’s in the past” he muttered “it doesn’t mean anything now”

“Then why are you holding me like I’m going to disappear?” I asked while now being held tight against him, his arms were strong around me and his heart was going faster.

He didn’t respond and I sighed, I kissed his neck softly and felt his face against my hair

“It’s okay to cry sometimes” I whispered

“I don’t need to cry” he mumbled quietly

“Yes you do, everyone does” I murmur “and that’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove”

He remained silent again. I began to trace patterns onto his back and waited a moment as I heard him swallow thickly and sniff lightly

“You will always be more of a man than he ever was” I whispered and he tensed somewhat

“He was always seen as a strong man” he murmured quietly, “in our village, when we were humans, he was seen as higher up”

I hummed in acknowledgment, not wanted to ask too many questions yet.

“He was good with a sword…and with an arrow, he was an excellent hunter.” He continued “he just…he wasn’t an excellent father”

“Was he cruel to all of you?” I asked and he paused a moment

“Yes…Rebekah not as much, it was very frowned upon to lay a hand on a girl even then. The village was small, he wouldn’t risk that kind of chat going around. Besides I don’t think any of us would have let him touch her” he explained

“But you, Kol, Elijah and Finn?”

“Finn was their angel, both my mother and father. Kol was smart, which is a stupid sentence but he knew how far he could push things. He knew how to get away with things. His was more verbal” he muttered, he paused more a moment and pulled me closer “Elijah was one of mother’s favourites, she adored him and tried to reason with Mikael to leave him be. He mainly only got hit if he defended me”

“Why you?” I asked confused “he didn’t even know you weren’t his until later?”

“I don’t…I don’t know” he whispered, his voice growing quieter “he just…despised me”

We remained silent for several more minutes, my fingers played with the baby hairs at the top of his neck while his face nuzzled my hair.

“I’m gonna turn the light off so we can go to sleep okay?” I whispered as I pulled away from his embrace. I leaned behind me and flicked the lamp off before turning back to him. His eyes were concentrated on pillow beside him in a daze. I laid back down and faced opposite him, my hand brushed over his hair gently while I listened to him sigh out and his lashes flutter. “I love you Niklaus” I whispered to him, his gaze was on mine in an instant with water building up over his eyes to have a glossy affect. I smiled sadly at him as his jaw clenched to keep his tears at bay. My hand held the side of his face and my thumb wiped the stray tear that ran down the side of his nose.

“I love you more” he uttered as a few more tears escaped his eyes and he curled forward so his face was facing down. His hands tugged the duvet to hide the majority of his face.

I ducked under the covers with him and moved closer, I pressed my lips to his forehead before pulling his face to rest against the top of my chest. He let out a hot breath of air before releasing a quiet sob, my eyes closed as I stroked through his curls. “He can’t hurt you anymore” I told him quietly

“He hurts me every day” he cried “I’m just like him sometimes” he choked “I hurt people”

“Not like he did, you are nothing like him. Not ever.” I disagreed while shaking my head “look at how you are with Hope, you would never, never harm her” I reminded “you protect her because you love her unconditionally”

“Why couldn’t he love me like that?” He sobbed and my heart squeezed in pain

“Because he should never have been a father. There are certain people in the world who are just cruel and should not be blessed with souls like yours in their lives”

His head shook as he clutched onto the shirt I wore. “I’m sorry” he whispered

“For what?” I asked confused

“For pushing you away” he mumbled “I didn’t mean to make it so hard to love me”

“None of that matters to me” I promised him “I knew that you struggled, I knew what I was doing. And everything is okay now isn’t it?”

“I would never hurt you” he whispered

“I know that” I reassured “did…did Mikael hurt your mother too?” I asked timidly

“No…I think maybe he manipulated her but he didn’t touch her”

“Did she hurt you? Apart from the curse?” I questioned unsure

“She…she weakened me and damaged my self worth. She stood by my father when he abused me and said nothing. I will never forgive her for leaving me to suffer at his hands, she knew what he did to me”

“What did he do to you?” I asked gently “if you don’t mind my asking” I added quickly

“He humiliated me. All of the time, he made sure I was seen as weak and insignificant to everyone that knew of our family. And then he would beat me if I ever suggested I was more than a rug for him to wipe his feet on.” His frown had deepened, his tone sounding a little angrier rather than sad at the memories “I was never good at anything, I squished berries to make art instead of hunting. I was a less than a man in his eyes, and I still am despite all I have accomplished. I am stronger than he is and yet he still sees me as worthless” he continued, my hand stroked his face as he spoke to calm his swarm of emotions.

“You know that he’s wrong though, right?” I checked quietly and he remained silent

“You are strong, yes, but being vulnerable sometimes doesn’t make you any less a man” I told him firmly “do you remember what you said that one time? That you are the thing lesser men fear?” I asked and he breathed out a laugh and nodded “well I believe that still stands to be true” I murmured and kissed his cheek “you are much more than any other, you always have been. Do not doubt that” I told him “Do not ever doubt yourself again because of one pathetic excuse of a person.”

[klausluvr]

whos ur fave TO ship

and TVD ship??

anddd underrated ship?

Mines are (even tho u didnt ask) Steroline, bonenzo

klamille, marbekah

parkwood and jaiden

Ooooo so I’ve only watched TVD until season 6 so I don’t know all of them

My fav ship in TVD is the two lesbians (what are their names?). Also bonnie and enzo because she deserved to be happy. I like steroline more than klaroline (could you into a wholeee thing about my distaste of klaroline) but it doesn’t stand out to me

TO… Marcel and rebekah, hayley and elijah, Klaus and Genevieve. Josh and Aiden were cute but, again, didn’t rlly stand out to me