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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago

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63 - History repeats Itself

Part 64

Family is More than Blood

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Andrea’s pov - Mystic Falls High

Dylan, Paige and I bolted across the high school grounds and into the gymnasium needing to access the situation that I had been notified about a few moments ago. The way that Dylan explained what was happening sounded unbelievable in anyone else’s mind. The human’s in this town didn’t need to be involved in the secrets we were keeping from them.

Shifting my gaze around the athletic room I found the teenager that my cousin had turned had a cheerleader pushed up against the painted brick wall. People were just standing around watching what was occurring right before their eyes. Maya had her head buried in the cheerleader's neck beginning to drain her of her blood.

“Andrea, what are we supposed to do?” Paige turned her head sharply around to stare at me.

Dylan pulled out his phone about to dial 911. “I’m calling the cops.”

“No! No, cops.” I growled, causing him to jump backwards in fear.

He gulped slowly, raising his index finger up to my face. “Andrea…your eyes. They’re yellow.”

“What - uh sorry.” I rubbed my eyes not realizing that I was showing him part of my werewolf side.

A football player began stomping up towards Maya yanking her backwards by her jacket with venom laced in his voice. “Get off of her, you freak!”

“Hey!” I raised my voice rushing over grabbing the forearm of the football player who was holding Maya by the front of her shirt. “What did you just call her?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “A freak. I mean she was biting Tori like she her dinner.”

“Oh and we're supposed to believe that she enjoys your hickeys much more.”

The guy named Brock removed his hand from Maya's shirt. “Did you just insult me, bitch?”

I slowly walked over to my friend Maya who still had her vampire fangs sticking out of her mouth before I touched her forearm gently hoping not to scare her. “Maya, calm down. Breathe in and out. I know you didn’t mean to hurt Tori.”

“I’m talking to you!” Brock raised his voice back at me.

Glancing over my shoulder I rolled my eyes turning back to my friend seeing she started to calm down. The veins and fangs began disappearing when she took some small breaths. “Yeah but I’m ignoring you and checking on my friend.”

“She tried to kill me. Why aren’t we notifying the police!” Tori came walking up holding the side of her bleeding neck.

Dylan raised his cell phone up to his ear. “I’m calling 911 right now.”

“Dylan, don’t call them. Call this phone number.” Reaching inside my jacket I take out my phone showing him the boarding school phone number.

Tori gasped in disbelief. “Why wouldn't we call the police? I was attacked by that monster.”

“Andrea, what is going on?” Paige asked, standing off to the side so confused by the situation.

Another one of the football players came over to me getting in my face. “You’re just afraid to admit you like one of us, Lane.” The other guy had Raven black hair and dark brown eyes, he was slightly taller than I was.

“Only in your dreams, Allen.” I scoffed in his face. I had no interest in any of the jocks that went here. Spinning around on my feet I grabbed Maya's hand trying to lead her away from these jerks.

Unfortunately Brock snagged my wrist stopping me from leaving. “Woah, woah, hey. We didn't say you could leave.”

“I don't need your permission.” I glared back at the blonde haired football player.

Brock dryly chuckled, not loosening but rather tightening his grip on my wrist. “You’re not in charge, I am. And I said you and your little freak of a friend ain't going nowhere.”

“Dylan, call the number I gave you now.”

My friend nervously dropped his phone. “Oh uh - crap!”

Brock shoved Maya away from me where he was able to have his entire body pressed up completely against mine. I could see the immature cockiness all across his face and I wanted to drip kick his ass right then and there. “What don't you got any snarky remarks back, Lane?”

“Oh it’ll be much more than words coming at you.” I growled baring my teeth, I needed some help because I knew this guy was waiting to throw a punch at me and he didn’t care that I was a girl.

Paige slowly picked up the dialing the school number. “Andrea, what do I tell the person on the phone?”

“Tell them I’m about to whoop a townies ass and that I need some help to clean up the mess.”

Brock smirked down at me. “You’re gonna kick my ass. Yeah right I’d like to see you try. It’ll be ad-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before I showed him my golden werewolf eyes and drew my fits back landing a harsh punch in the center of his stomach that sent him flying harshly against the bleachers behind him.

Brock rolled his head around comfortably frazzled from the harsh impact while I released a long breath I was holding in. Maya suddenly vamped past me heading straight for him and that’s when I noticed that there was blood coming from his side. “Maya no!” I screamed running after her seeing her shove her fangs into his neck with me barely catching up with them.

I seriously needed professional help with covering these two attacks up.

Greece - Raelyn’s pov

Klaus and I had a honeymoon in Paris when the kids first attended the Salvatore School.

But this feels more like a honeymoon than that did.

Rubbing my eyes I chuckled, opening my eyes barely to see my hybrid husband laying across my bare chest. Raising one of my hands I sprawled my fingers into the fluffy tousled curls upon his head. He lifted his head up blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes meeting my soft gaze. “There’s no better way to wake up in the morning. How did you sleep, my Queen?”

“Rather well. Considering a certain someone kept me quite active last night and the night after that and the night after-” I squealed when he trailed kisses on my stomach, knowing his beard tickles me there.

“You weren't complaining last night. I seem to recall you saying something like “oh yes Niklaus” and “don’t stop.” I slapped my other hand over his mouth feeling my cheeks burning red with some embarrassment.

“Please stop talking.”

Nik pushed my hand off of his mouth, placing his lips over mine. “You just can’t handle that I’m speaking the truth. Besides, there's not a problem with you getting pregnant.”

“That’s not for certain, Nik. The doctor we compelled that gave me birth control wasn’t exactly equipped to know if such medication works for supernatural hybrid pregnancies.”

He shakes his head playfully muttering in between kisses. “I’ll stop having sex with you if you simply ask me to, Raelyn.”

“Ha! You talk a good game Mikaelson. But you could never not have sex with me. We have six kids over the span of many years so tell your lies somewhere else to someone who doesn’t live with you.” I snorted out in a fit of laughter at his words.

“I'll take that as a challenge, Raelyn.” He suddenly vamped out of the bed and into the bathroom in the apartment we had bought while we lived here for a few weeks.

Sharply sitting up in the bed I couldn't exactly place what he had just done. He really wasn't kidding that he would deny me sex…but I thought that meant only if I asked him to. Now he was just doing it to annoy me.

Vamping out of the bed and inside the bathroom I saw him through the thin glass door with his back facing it. I slide it open lightly shoving him against the wall. “What the heck was that about out there?”

“Miss me already, little siphon.” He teased me by flashing me his signature smirk.

I lifted my head up to meet his baby blue eyes. “You said you weren’t going to deny me sez unless I asked you. But you just left me in the bedroom. So I want to know why.”

“I needed to take a shower.”

Throwing my head back I growled not in the mood for his games. “Niklaus!”

“I enjoy teasing you every now and then. So if you want my head all you have to do is ask.” He whispered in my ear putting his hands on my hips walking the both of us backwards into the water.

Shaking my head I trailed my hands up his muscles. “You infuriate me sometimes you know that.”

“I do and I love the expression on your face.” He booped his nose against mine.

I raised my hand to slap him but he grabbed my wrist and tugging me for cutting me off mid sentence. “You are so annoying-“

Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our bodies melting together as hot water poured down on them. Klaus's hands moved up and down my body, causing me to moan into his mouth.

“And still you love me always and forever. Say it Raelyn. I want to hear you say it.” He shifted me against the icy shower tiles, his body pressing closely against mine against the wall. He drew back slightly waiting for a response.

It took me a moment for me to wrap my arms around his neck and I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. “I love you forever and always.”

His lips proceeded down to her neck, sucking and biting the skin, causing her to moan. “That’s my girl.”

I pushed my body into his when our noses brushed against each other enjoying the feeling of him moving against me. I chuckled breathlessly, my hands tracing the muscles on his back that I knew so well. "Klaus!...ohh…I love you." My fingers threading themselves into his wet dirty blonde locks tugging on them causing him to moan in response.

"Rae," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, their bodies moving together. "I love you.”

"I love you, Nik," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. I kissed him passionately, our bodies moving together, where I laid my head against his chest once we had reached our high together.

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sergeantpixie · 1 year ago

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is new constellations named after the rynn weaver song??? that one pls if so, i love that song!

Yes it is! I also love that song tbh. It is a Dean x Elena story, but with a healthy helping of Caroline x Elena and eventually Klaus x Elena as well. I don't even know if I can sum this one up, it came together as a collision of many many vibes so maybe I'll just list off some of those:

At this point in my life it was exactly a 10 minute walk to the bus stop to commute to work so you Know I was listening to All Too Well (10 Minute Version) pretty much every day, and in particular the line "just between us did the love affair maim you too?" vibed hard for what this verse became

for some reason New Constellations' outro and the continuous repetition of "what if there's more?" has always brought to mind a woman giving birth, I can't explain it, but that's just the association for me.

How would Elena's life had gone if Stefan and Damon never entered it?

How would knowing the Winchesters for most of her life change her?

How would Klaus react to finding his doppelganger if she was pregnant?

How would Dean handle Jessica's death if he was in a serious relationship when Sam lost her in the same way they lost their mother?

What exactly does it mean to be from a bloodline of women who all seem cursed to terrible fates? Does sharing a face make them a sisterhood even if their fates are different kinds of terrible?

What would Elena's life look like if she had a relationship with Isobel and also Katherine?

What would Alaric's life look like if his reason for becoming a vampire hunter died before he found him?

All of these questions and more I attempt to answer in New Constellations, coming to you idk maybe next lifetime if the way Addendum is progressing doesn't change anytime soon.

And just as he stumbles across the first inkling that she might not stay a sweet little girl forever; Elena Gilbert finds herself, for the first time, dreaming of someone other than Dean Winchester. Instead of his teasing green eyes, easy grin, and beat-up old brown leather jacket, there's her familiar blue eyes, cherubic grin, and that shining green satin dress.

@randomestfandoms

#asks #tag games #anon #thank you anon!#deanlena #new constellations #words cannot emphasize enough how insane this story is #there are so many vibes lmao #but to sum it up dean is elena's older boy crush for most of her life #(sam keeps his distance because he's jealous of the mystic falls kids; however his crush on caroline is MFHS's worst kept secret)#(sadly for him caroline is a lesbian to me in all verses)#(maybe this is the verse I finally whip out sam/bonnie which has always intrigued me?)#dean kills the salvatores before elena really even knows them #after encouraging elena to compete in the miss mystic falls pageant caroline finds the courage to kiss her finally #and they go on the date for the rest of their high school career #in the meantime elena meets isobel kat and alaric (all separately)#alaric has remarried and has a daughter (sophie)#kat and elena bond enough that kat decides that until klaus finds elena for himself she can have her own life #dean is in and out of elena's life like he's always been; they've never been that close but she helps him with a case when he's in town #because she's finally old enough to know about the vampires (and that he killed some to protect her)#caroline eventually breaks up with elena before college because she's too insecure about their relationship #dean and elena reconnect and start dating during her sophomore year of college #they get really serious and close and he even goes with her to the funeral when alaric's wife dies of cancer (man can't catch a break tbh)#john winchester goes missing during elena's senior year of college #and when jessica dies dean panics and goes no contact to try to protect elena until they kill the demon #not knowing elena is pregnant (who does not find out until thanksgiving)#it's right before the new year and elena and her baby are dying because a werewolf attacked her at the behest of esther when klaus finds he #AND absolutely all of this is just the backstory lmao. this isn't even the main plot lmao #that picks up about 4 years later #:D

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sparkles121127 · 1 month ago

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My vampire diaries rewatch is easily one of the best decisions I have ever made

no one can break the bond between a girl and a show from the 2000s that have 40 minute episodes and 20 episode seasons

#takes me back to high school #the last two seasons are basically fanfic though but imma still watch #stelena forever #brb moving to mystic falls #the vampire diaries

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immobiliter · 1 year ago

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@villainmade sent a meme: ❛ people can do worse things than kill you ❜ caroline for anyone

“ Uh... yeah? ” The words didn't register at first, still attempting to light the cigarette in his hand. Stupid fucking piece of shit lighter. Winston flicked the switch a few more times before the lightbulb went off and he whirled on his companion. “ Wait, the fuck — Care? You OK? ” He furrowed his brow, searching her gaze. Happy-go-lucky was so often her default disposition that it was hard to comprehend this maudlin, troubled version of his friend. His interest in his yet-to-be-lit cigarette evaporated at once. “ I don't need to set anyone's house on fire, do I? ” Winston flicked the switch on his lighter — and, as if by magic, the flame suddenly flickered into life. “ I will, babe. ”

#villainmade #villainmade: caroline forbes #* / answered ( winston allen. )#okay so i'm still workshopping this verse for him but i'd be surprised if he was still in high school at this point #he was either kicked out for attempted arson or dropped out lmaooo #and he's in the care system so he's probably with a foster family in mystic falls atm ?#but he's a harmless (mostly) puppy just a total different vibe to caroline lmao #it's like maeve and aimee but if winston was the himbo and the punk one

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klausysworld · 1 month ago

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I absolutely NEED a one shot where klaus like always gets a hard 0n when Yn around or he thinks of her

His family teases him and Yn doesn’t have clue about his crush on her

Helpless

Klaus couldn't help the way his body reacted to her. It wasn't his fault that she was always so perfect.

In fact, Klaus blamed Rebekah.

She had been the one to befriend Y/N, they met at Mystical Falls High School when Rebekah tried out for the cheerleaders. Caroline had been salty about it but Y/N was happy to invite new people in.

Rebekah took a liking to her in an instant and ended up inviting her round.

That's how Klaus met her. Finding an unknown girl stood in his kitchen in only a tiny little skort and what could barely be called a top. Y/N only smiled at him and introduced herself as Rebekah's friend.

The idea of his younger sister making a friend so easily would have amused him but his thoughts had quickly ran away from him as he took her in. His viewing was cut short when Rebekah shoved him out the way.

"Sorry Y/N, that's Nik." She mumbled as she opened the cupboard to look for something for Y/N to eat. "Damn. We'll have to order something, come on." She shrugged and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her back upstairs.

Y/N was over often and Klaus had become accustomed to seeing her in her cheer outfit but that didn't mean he didn't feel anything.

Rebekah had only noticed it when she saw him pull a pillow over his lap part way through a movie. She knew that Klaus had a little crush on Y/N, that wasn't hard to realise with how often he looked at her and how easily his lips upturned in her presence but realising the extent made her smirk.

Rebekah would start 'lending' clothes to Y/N the day after a sleepover, having her dress in tight little shorts and tube tops. Convincing her that she didn't need to wear a bra round the house.

Klaus was almost drooling.

His fingers dug into the couch when she sat beside him after Rebekah had spread herself out across the other sofa. Klaus was too focused on not staring at Y/N's nipples to notice Rebekah's obvious game play.

When it had gotten late and Y/N started getting tired but the film wasn't finished Rebekah decided to push it. "You can always lay down. Nik doesn't mind, he even has a pillow. Just rest on his lap." Her words sounded to passive and innocent that Y/N just glanced to Klaus who, no matter how badly he knew he should've said no, nodded his head and adjusted the pillow.

Before he knew it his fingers were stroking her hair, his hips desperately holding back when she made small sounds on contempt.

Once she was asleep he couldn't help but touch her face, trace each feature. Bekah had gone to the bathroom, leaving him alone with her and his thoughts. He couldn't help but stroke her bottom lip with his thumb. As soon as he heard the door shut his hands were pulled away and he was sat back against the cushions but Rebekah knew what he wanted.

She started having lollipops on hand, always having one to give to Y/N. Klaus was losing it.

Once or twice she'd forgotten to finish her lolly, leaving it somewhere by accident. Klaus would end up licking her taste fresh from it, his eyes closing as he sucked her flavour down.

He could just about restrain himself from acting on his feelings.

Until all his other siblings were woken and also caught onto the situation. Kol would shamelessly flirt with Y/N, purposefully trying to make Klaus flip out. Even Elijah had picked up on it. He'd clear his throat and glance Klaus down, reminding his brother to cover his arousal with an amused smile on his face when Niklaus would go a beat red and pull a pillow over himself again. Kol had started calling it his 'problem pillow'.

Rebekah was subtle but Kol? Brutal.

"Don't tell me Nik's cum on his pillow again!" He'd call loud enough that it made Klaus shoot up out of his seat in panic that Y/N had heard but not quite loud enough that it would travel up the stairs to where Y/N actually was.

"Someone's in a sticky situation-" He'd jest before a book was lobbed at his head.

"You know Y/N if you're feeling stressed, I'm positive Nik would pound it out of you." He'd grin but Y/N didn't get it; thank god.

Klaus would shove Kol out the room, out the house sometimes and storm up the stairs.

Was it embarrassing? Of course. Was it hilarious for the others? Obviously.

Once Y/N figured it out and joined in on the teasing it was too much to bare.

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deminetly · 4 months ago

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୨DR IDEAS୧

+storylines

……………………………………………………………

⋆ 70s summer camp you're a rebellious camp counselor at a lakeside retreat, caught between summer flings, late night campfire secrets and solving the mystery of a local urban legend

⋆ costume designer for a magical theatre as a costume designer for a mystical theatre, all of your creations literally come to life, weaving spells into the performances

⋆ mermaid you're a mermaid who can walk on land, living a double life as you try to protect the ocean while falling for someone who has no idea who you truly are

⋆ sailor one night, you and your friends take your dads boat without his permission, sailing the sea he always warned you about. you stumble upon a mysterious cave, its whispers inviting you inside. hesitant but swayed by your friends, you enter only to discover that magic is real and meet the local mermaids

⋆ magic school you enroll at a prestigious magic academy, only to discover you're the last descendant of a powerful, forgotten bloodline

⋆ cupid you bring people together, but one day you accidentally strike yourself and find yourself in an impossible romance

⋆ magical kingdom you and your friends were wondering through a mysterious forest when you stumbled upon a set of train tracks. they seemed to call to you, urging you to follow. as you did, the tracks led you to a magical kingdom, a place brimming with mythical creatures and endless joy

⋆ spy youre an undercover spy, assigned to follow a mysterious man who seems impossible to crack. however, as you grow closer, his charm wins you over, forcing you to choose between love and duty

⋆ 90s garage band as a member of a smalltown 90s band, you and your friends navigate the highs and lows of local fame, all while chasing a once in a lifetime opportunity that could change everything

⋆ filmmaker you are an indie filmmaker whose movies start predicting real life events with eerie accuracy. as your films gain more attention, you begin to wonder if you're uncovering truths or shaping them

⋆ royalty youre a princess in a whimsical kingdom with a unicorn as her best friend exploring the endless mysteries and places

⋆ small town flowershop owner a man keeps visiting and buying you flowers, bringing you gifts

⋆ dream curator finding yourself falling for someone youre tasked with crafting dreams for, breaking all the rules as you begin appearing in their dreams

⋆ actress you get a random role in a film, not thinking anything of it until you slowly start to realize the movie seems oddly similar to your own life

⋆ friends with the moon you have admired the moon all your life, one lonely night you hear her answering all of your calls (she gives amazing advice)

⋆ vanlife you and your s/o ran away and are now living in the countryside in your van, travelling around the country

⋆ small town mystery you move to a small town where everyone knows everyone but suddenly some strange things begin happening and you decide to solve the mystery

⋆ magical summercamp you and your best friend go to a summercamp to relax but end up discovering a magical world with all kinds of mythical creatures behind a magical bookshelf/lake

⋆ fairy dr living in a small community of fairies where your soul purpuse is just to enjoy life, find cool trinkets and explore the beautiful places nature has to offer

⋆ royalty dr where you arent royalty, instead you work for them and fall in love with the prince

⋆ cafe where customers come and trust you with all kinds of interesting stories about their lives (you can script that your comfort characters visit it too)

⋆ christmas youre an elf, helping santa create presents, think of new toys, it always feels like christmas used to, you eat gingerbreads all day

⋆ treasure hunter you and your friends found out about an ancient treasure and are now going for an adventure looking for it

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vigilante-3073 · 2 months ago

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First Choice

Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader

Summary: Damon was never anyone's first choice and it had always weighed heavily on him. What happens when he finally finds someone who can change that?

TW: Naivety, bit of corruption, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, poisoning.

Damon returned to Mystic Falls with the darkest of intentions, he wanted to leave a trail of bodies and cause as much pain as possible. Damon wanted to free Katherine from the tomb beneath the church. He soon came to the realization that he couldn't accomplish it alone.

Damon had created some toxic, but somewhat functional relationships with Stefan and many other people in the town. Not a single person would miss him if he dropped dead and he accepted that.

Soon he would have Katherine back and everything would be fine. They would disappear off into the sunset and live the life that they should have been able to in 1864.

They opened the tomb and Damon couldn't stomach the idea that Katherine wasn't there. She had escaped and had lived amongst the humans for centuries.

Katherine knew exactly where he was and chose not to go to him. She seemed to find it easy to forget him and leave him behind like he meant absolutely nothing to her.

Damon found himself wanting to tear into something as he entered the Grill that night. He was full of rage and regret which made him a force to be reckoned with.

Then he saw her.

She sat at the bar in a pair of strappy sandals and a short white sundress. Her legs were crossed, her hair cascading down her back as she read from her book on the bartop.

Damon had seen her before, she was a friend of Elena's and attended the high-school with Stefan. He approached her slowly, taking the seat beside her and ordering a drink.

Damon watched her out of the corner of his eye, he breathed in the scent of her perfume and listened to the steady beat of her heart. A simple golden chain hung around her neck with a small cross that dangled above her breasts.

"It's Y/N, right? Elena's friend?" He questioned, holding out a few bills to the bartender as he set a glass of bourbon on the bar in front of him.

The young woman looked up from her book, "Yes, that's me," She said, offering a small smile.

"You have a beautiful smile, Y/N," Damon said, eyes flickering over her face.

Her cheeks flushed as she bowed her head bashfully, "That's a really sweet thing to say, Mister Salvatore. Thank you," She said.

"Jeez, Mister Salvatore was my father. Call me Damon," He smiled.

"Well, thank you, Damon," Y/N amended.

"Of course. A beautiful woman deserves to be complimented," Damon stated, taking a sip of his drink.

Y/N smiled, "What are you drinking?" He asked.

"Oh, just a soda," She replied.

"Another soda for the lady when you have a minute," Damon said, the bartender nodded.

"You don't have to do that, Damon," Y/N said.

"I know. I want to," He said.

"Okay," She nodded.

Damon sat at the bar with her for hours, he intended to compel her, but the charm bracelet around her wrist caught his attention.

"Where did you get that?" He asked, looking down at her wrist.

"Oh, I got it from Elena a few weeks ago," Y/N said, spinning the Vervain charm bracelet around her wrist.

"It's pretty," Damon stated, suddenly irritated when he realized that she couldn't be manipulated as easily as he thought.

"Is everything okay? You seem upset," Y/N questioned hesitantly.

"Do I?" Damon snapped.

Y/N fell silent, stiffening slightly in her seat at his abrupt reply. She startled easily, but she didn't pack up her things and leave like she expected.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Damon," Y/N said softly.

Her kindness disarmed him, he had lashed out at her for absolutely no reason and she apologized to him. She was like a doe that had wandered into the path of a wolf, completely unaware of the danger that lurked nearby.

He could easily snap her neck right there without breaking a sweat. Y/N had no clue what she was up against, otherwise she wouldn't still be sitting in front of him.

"You didn't offend me. I'm just a little on edge," He stated, taking another sip of his drink.

"I'm a good listener if you want to talk about it," Y/N said, toying with the corner of her book.

He watched her for a moment, "Fine, I talk and you listen. No advice," Damon said.

"Deal," Y/N nodded.

...

Damon had intended to kill her that night, he was going to drain her blood and leave her body out for everyone to see. He was angry and hurt, desperate to feel something other than pain for once.

He could imagine it, pinning her body down and tearing into her flesh with his fangs. Damon wouldn't have been able to compel her so she would scream, but he could break her neck to limit the noise.

The town would have found out quickly.

A local youth who attended the church service every Sunday and volunteered with every second of her free time. Y/N was a person who would be missed, she had never done anything to deserve such a violent death.

The townspeople would have gone looking around for someone to punish. Hopefully they would have been able to take out a few tomb vampires in the process. It was a stupid move, but at that time, he didn't care.

Then he talked to her and everything changed.

Y/N was unreasonably kind and caring, she was naive to the real intentions of people around her and was often taken advantage of. As he spent more time with her, Damon felt like he was responsible for her.

Y/N was blissfully unaware of everything that was going on in Mystic Falls and it was likely to get her killed. He had grown fond of her and hated the idea of losing her because of her own cluelessness.

Damon told her about the existence of vampires, witches and werewolves. She thought he was insane at first, stupidly dismissive of his statement like she never needed to know.

Damon charged at her suddenly, speeding across the room and pinning her to the wall as he hissed in her face. His fangs were exposed and the black veins slithered up his face towards red eyes.

Damon had never seen her look so terrified but he was desperate to show her how easy it would be to lose her life. She was incredibly fragile and she needed to understand it.

Y/N stared up at him panicked eyes, her heart raced and her blood pumped quickly through her veins.

"I have the ability to rip your throat out and drain you dry in minutes. I could snap your bones like toothpicks and so could any other vampire in this town," Damon said.

Y/N looked up at him with glossy eyes, "Why would they do that?" She asked shakily.

"Because they can," He replied, cupping her cheek in his hand, "But I won't let anything happen to you, alright? I promise," Damon stated.

"How can you promise that, Damon?" Y/N questioned, "I-if it's really that bad out there I don't stand a chance," She said quickly, panicked tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Baby, don't be scared. I just wanted you to understand how easy it is for me to lose you, Y/N. You are my everything and I need you to be careful," Damon said, brushing his thumb across her skin.

"If everyone out there is like you, it doesn't matter how careful I am, Damon... I'm going to die," Y/N said shakily.

"No, I won't let it happen. I need you, baby," He said.

Y/N nodded, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. Damon rubbed his hand over her back carefully, keeping her close as she cried.

Damon cared about her and he was selfish with the things he held dear. He wasn't going to let Y/N slip through his fingers easily.

When Damon realized that Katherine had returned to Mystic Falls, he made a decision that could change everything.

It was an insurance policy that basically guaranteed that Y/N would hate him for the rest of her life.

...

Damon started to feed her his blood.

Damon had been slipping Y/N a biological agent that guaranteed her survival, even in the face of death. He added it into her drinks and she drank them without knowing what she was really ingesting. Y/N was a trusting person and he used her nature against her.

Every time he watched her sip on a cup of tea that he had prepared, he felt a pit form in his stomach. Damon never intended to change her into a vampire, but he wouldn't recover if she was killed.

Y/N grimaced, setting her book aside and closing her eyes, "Everything okay?" Damon questioned.

"Yeah, I've just had a crazy headache for the last couple days. Nothing seems to help," She said, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

"Sorry to hear that. Do you want to go lay down? Try to sleep it off?" He questioned, pouring some bourbon into a glass.

"No, I'll be okay. Can you sit with me for a bit though?" Y/N asked, holding her hand out.

He made his way over and took her hand, "Anything for you, my love," Damon smiled. He sat down beside her and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, brushing his thumb across her skin.

"I guess I have to drive you home soon, huh?" He said, she nodded.

"My parents have been wondering where I've been getting off to lately," Y/N said.

"Have you told them about me?" Damon asked, intertwining their fingers as his other arm settled along the top of the couch behind her.

"Not yet, but I'd like to," Y/N replied.

"I'd love to be your controversially older boyfriend," Damon smiled.

Y/N smiled back, leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Damon moved his lips against hers, his arm slid down from the back of the couch to wrap around her waist. He pulled her body closer to himself, deepening the kiss as his hand settled on her side.

"Well, isn't that sweet," Someone said.

Y/N pulled away, looking up to find Katherine standing in front of them. Damon stood up quickly, shifting to stand in front of Y/N.

"What are you doing here, Katherine?" Damon questioned.

"I came to see Stefan, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet my replacement," Katherine smiled.

"She's not your replacement, Katherine," Damon snapped.

"Did he tell you that he's been hung up on me for almost 150 years? He wouldn't have even come back to Mystic Falls if he wasn't trying to save me," Katherine said.

Damon charged at her, pinning her back against the wall as she stared up at him with that infuriating grin.

"I should kill you right here," He growled.

"Damon, let her go," Y/N said, standing up from the couch.

"Stay back," He snapped.

Y/N stopped a few steps away from them, "Damon, it's okay," She said.

His shoulders relaxed against his will, his body weight easing off of Katherine slightly. She scoffed, pushing him away from her easily and sending his body flying across the room. Damon collided with the wall, crashing into a table before falling to the floor.

Y/N moved towards him and he held up a hand, "Stay there. Don't want you to get hurt," He said, voice strained as he pulled a large wooden splinter from his side.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked.

Katherine suddenly appeared behind the young human, "He's fine, but you on the other hand," Katherine said.

Dark veins slithered up her face and her eyes turned red, fangs protruding sharply from her gums. Katherine grabbed onto Y/N and buried her fangs into the human's neck. Y/N let out a cry and Damon quickly shot up from his spot on the floor.

Katherine pulled away suddenly, snapping Y/N's neck and dropping her body onto the floor before Damon could get to her.

"NO!" Damon yelled, falling to his knees beside her. He gathered Y/N's body into his arms, holding her close to him as he looked up at Katherine.

"If I didn't hate you before, I hate you now," He snapped, voice wavering as his eyes glossed over with tears.

"Oh, how will I ever recover?" Katherine questioned sarcastically, wiping the blood from her lips.

Damon looked down at Y/N as Katherine made her way out of the house. He prayed to a god he didn't believe in that Y/N wouldn't end up like him, but he couldn't let her go.

Call it selfish or possessive, but he needed her and he was desperate enough to ruin her life. Damon sat on the floor, holding her lifeless body for hours. He was beginning to question if his blood hadn't been enough to bring her back.

Stefan made his way into the house, closing the door behind himself. He froze when he smelled the blood, Stefan made his way into the living room and saw the broken table before he noticed Damon on the floor.

"Damon, what happened?" Stefan asked, rushing over to them.

"Katherine killed her," Damon mumbled, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Damon, I'm so sorry," Stefan said softly, kneeling down on the floor beside them.

"She came to see you, but Y/N was here," Damon said shakily, pulling her body closer to himself.

"I can help you bury her," Stefan offered, hand settling on his brother's shoulder.

Damon shook his head, "She's going to be fine... I've been giving her my blood," Damon said.

"What? Why?" Stefan asked.

"Katherine came back and I couldn't take the risk," Damon stated, resting his chin on the top of her head as he sniffled.

"Damon, did she know?" Stefan asked.

"No, she wouldn't have taken it if she knew," Damon said.

Stefan took a breath, "I-I'm glad that she's going to be okay, but this isn't right, Damon. She should have a say in what happens to her," Stefan said gently.

"I don't care. I don't care what she wanted. I need her here," Damon snapped.

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guzhufuren · 5 months ago

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Short breakdown of 19 QLs from GMMTV 2025 lineup

trailers: playlist link

Dare you to death

joongdunk investigating crime and murders

Head 2 Head

keensea cursing each other out as Bad Buddy 2.0 but they are rich, in fashion school and one of them magically saw visions of their shared future

Burnout Syndrome

dewoffgun in a love triangle (or poly please). Dew is a fortune teller who reads Gun's future from his palm. Gun becomes a hired double for Off because Off doesn't want to go to meetings himself. Gun is an artist and draws Off in nude lots. dewoffgun as a messy love triangle of weird coworkers

Whale Store xoxo

milklove as a depressed grocery store keeper and her flirty regular customer who is a teacher and a repairgirl. side couple exes who get back together junemewnich

Only Friends Dream On

spinoff of Only Friends. jossgawin, earthmix and ohmleng are in a messy love hexagon on a theatre play set because all of them want someone who wants someone else in that 6 angled shape. Boston is back and hopefully here to fuck all of them. Earth as director, Mix as actor, Ohm as musician, Leng as actor, Joss as actor, Gawin as costume designer, Neo as Boston the play's photographer

That Summer

winnysatang: after being found guilty of a crime Winny gets sent to the countryside and finds unconscious Satang being washed ashore. Satang has amnesia and later turns out to be a prince. side couple Mond and Ryu

My Romance Scammer

ohmfluke and juniormark in a gay marriage scam show. two brothers Junior and Ohm make two high standing men Mark and Fluke fall in love with them in order to deceive them, marry them in 1 month and get their money. after rich dudes' lawyer tells them the divorce will cost them losing half of their assets if scammers don't sign special asset-saving divorce papers, it becomes a battle of who will outwit the other and which one will fall in love

Melody of Secrets

forcebook in a mystical horror with gore. Force is a criminologist assisting the police with murders, Book is his ex suffering from memory loss and no remembrance of who Force is. Jan as the sheriff and Boun is also there

Love you teacher

perthsanta as established boyfriends. Perth is very bad at being a primary school teacher and only works as one because his boyfriend Santa is a teacher too and is very good at it. Santa gets into an accident which causes him part time amnesia and reverts him back to a state of his 7 year old self half of the time. Perth has to regularly deal with taking care of a 7 year old (man)child which was his most hated thing to do

MU-TE-LUV

7 love stories about fortune. keensea as high school rivals who are destined to fall in love. queer group of kathoey friends played by Fluke, Neo, Yacht and Lego are serving looks around their high school and decide they also want to meet men so they make prayers to a mother's spirit about sending them some. ohmpleng as rival buddhist temple gangs' enemies to lovers. and some hets

Cat for Cash

firstkhao in a cat cafe bl. First is a debt collector and gets a power of talking to cats from a debtee who dies during his visit. when the deceased debtee's son Khaotung comes to sell the shop, First convinces him to keep the business running and become business partners. they fall in love in the process with their laps full of cats

Girl Rules

messy dykes and lesbian wrongs the series. girl version of Only Friends with namtanfilm, milklove and viewmim. Namtan is a director, Love is her coworker stylist and they have a one night stand. Film is Namtan's ex. Milk is a model and pursues Film and Love. Milk isn't Love's type. View claims to be straight but Mim seems to be set on breaking her egg. it's horny, messy and blissfully gay

Boys in love

all fresh faces in the sweetest most precious high school bl ever written. a top marks student has to tutor a zero braincell student who falls for him immediately and flirts relentlessly. a different loverboy who just got rejected falls in love at first sight with a dimply cute new student. papangpodd as teachers who are shipped by everyone at that school

My Magic Prophecy

jimmysea falling in love in countryside while danger is looming over them. Sea can see the future and starts having visions of his friend's older brother Jimmy. Jimmy is an ER doctor who gets targeted by someone and has to quickly disappear and lay low for some time. Sea brings him to countryside and they gradually fall in love. side couple franctee

A Dog and A Plane

taynew in a deeply silly crack bl. Tay's friends get in trouble and he offers New to make it up to him himself instead. New asks him to find out if his flight captain boyfriend is cheating. he is, but he pays Tay off to keep it quiet and shenanigans proceed. Marc accuses the side piece flight attendant Poon of being an asshole. all branded couples fall in love

Me and Thee

pondphuwin in a mafia-ish bl. shady billionaire/mafia Pond who was raised on corny mafia soap operas pursues model Santa, but photographer Phuwin gives him a piece of mind regarding manners and consent, so Pond asks him to teach him how to pursue Santa correctly. Santa's not-boyfriend Perth is upset. Pond learns more about Phuwin, falls in love and starts an extravagant pursuit. Est is very handsome as a bodyguard butler

nanisky bl or a bromance that surely looks like a bl. a fortune teller Sky offers a failed athlete Nani to be his assistant. their meeting was predestined and they have a string of fate tying them together

Memoir of Rati

greatinn period bl. Great and Inn meet while watching the same street play in early 20th century. Inn works as a translator for a westerner and a teacher of french for thai bureaucrats. Great is a noble who sweetly romances Inn, but the familial expectations come into the picture. aouboom side couple where servant Boom secretly beats his master Aou in an underground fight

Ticket To Heaven

geminifourth bl by P'Aof set in 1996. young protege of a pastor Fourth and a defiant boy who lost his faith Gemini. Gemini moves into the seminary area to be guided back on the right path after his mother went to jail. young love, repression, homophobia, catholic guilt, and the love defying everything

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Teacher's Pet - Elijah Mikaelson (18+)

warnings: teacher x student relationship, age gap (everyone's 18), daddy kink, innocence kink, hints of corruption kink, fingering, oral (f!receiving), I think that's all lmk if I missed something

a/n: uhh this is my first real full length smut so sorry if it sucks and don't date your teachers irl

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Elijah stood at the front of the classroom. He knew his students were bored. It was a typical occurrence during his class. He was well aware history bored them, especially this particular group. They were almost at the end of their education in the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. Most of them couldn’t be more excited.

The weather had finally warmed back up. The quad had been full of students basking in the sunshine all week. It was Friday and Elijah knew the only thing on everyone’s minds was getting out of class for the weekend. This was his last class of the day too.

But there was a particular student who’s wandering mind caught his attention. Her.

She always paid attention in his class. Her hand was always up when he asked questions and she nodded along during his lectures. So it was unusual for her to be so quiet. Her gaze was fixed on the window behind Elijah and he wondered why.

She was his best student. His sweetest student too. She was in the older bunch of kids still at the school because she had nowhere else to go. So the headmaster – Alaric Saltzman – had arranged for a sort of ‘college’ program. This way the students who aged out of high school weren’t completely on their own after graduation.

She was one of those students. She had been adopted by parents who knew nothing of the supernatural world only to find out their new daughter was a werewolf. The Salvatore School had been designed to help kids like her who had nowhere else to go. And she hadn’t even triggered her curse until she was 17 so she’d only been in the world of vampires, witches and werewolves for two years. Hence she stayed.

And all her friends were here. The Saltzman twins weren’t leaving any time soon. And Elijah’s niece, Hope, split her time between Mystic Falls and New Orleans.

Elijah had become fond of her over the months. She was a curious girl and it was reflected in the sheer participation in his class. She was in one of his advanced history of the supernatural classes for the older kids. She wasn’t required to take any more classes, but she did. And Elijah often found her in his office looking for more books and mind bubbling with questions.

That was why her blank stare concerned him. So as class ended he decided to do something about it. As students filed out of his classroom he approached her desk. She was still packing up her things.

“Is everything alright?” he inquired, pulling her from her own thoughts.

She looked up at him, clearing her throat. “Y-yeah.” It didn’t sound very convincing and the look on his face told her he didn’t believe her for a second. “I just… I haven’t been sleeping great,” she finally admitted.

He nodded. “Nightmares?”

She shook her head. “No, just… just weird dreams.”

He arched an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “You know you can talk to me,” he said gently. He had an open door policy for all his students. If they needed something they could come to him, but it was different with her. She’d spent far more time with him than any of his other students.

She sighed softly. “I know, but it’s weird, Elijah.”

He smiled to himself. It had taken a while to finally convince her that she was allowed to call him Elijah and not Mr. Mikaelson. Most teachers at the school were called by first names. It was a tight knit environment.

“Weird or not, I’m a good listener.”

“I know you are.” A soft smile graced her lips as she looked up at him.

✦

It had taken a few more days before she was finally willing to tell him what was going on.

It was Sunday afternoon when she slipped into his ‘office’. Nearly everyone was either outside in the quad or off campus for the sunny afternoon. Alaric had taken some of the younger students on an outing, so the school was quiet.

He heard her footsteps long before she opened his door. He continued reading the page he was on of his book until she finally sat down on the chair opposite of him. His office was cozy. He lived in a building that had been added on to the Salvatore property for the students. His office was there. He was sitting on the chair near his bookshelf.

She cleared her throat.

“What is it that I can do for you?” he asked, marking his page before setting the book down.

“I just wanted to talk,” she murmured. He nodded. He’d assumed she’d wind up coming to talk to him sooner than later. She always did. She came to him for anything and everything, from boy problems to needing a hug when she was sad.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… it’s just about the other day,” she said quietly. She seemed more nervous than normal around him. “Those dreams I’ve been having. This is going to sound really stupid but…”

He smiled gently. “You can tell me.”

She sighed heavily. “When I wake up from… from the dreams,” she hesitated. He noticed the way she fiddled with her bracelet, a nervous habit of hers. “I’m all hot and achy.”

His eyebrows shot up at her words. Hot and achy. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way her words affected him. He’d always found her beautiful but it was off limits. She was a student, barely 19. He was old enough to be her great great great, and a few more greats, grandfather.

“Is that what being turned on feels like?” she asked.

Elijah felt like he was going to have a heart attack. “Darling… I don’t think I’m the person you should be asking about this,” he said, his voice shakier than he would’ve liked. It was rare someone caught him off guard but her words had done the drink.

“I know but… it’s way too embarrassing to admit to my friends that… that I don’t actually know what sex is.”

He finally met her eyes again. “You… you don’t?” His voice was tight.

She shook her head. “My parents um they were really religious.”

He nodded as he understood where she was coming from. He had seen all sorts of things over the years. He’d been alive during times when sex was never discussed, especially amongst women. But it surprised him to know that a girl her age in this time didn't know anything about sex. She was innocent but the thoughts running through his head were anything but.

“Well then I suppose, yes, I… I would consider what you described to me as being aroused.”

She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at him. “I’ve tried everything to make it stop,” she whispered. “Hope made me a sleeping potion a-and I’ve even been trying Lizzie’s silly yoga routine but nothing helps.”

He couldn’t tell if she was just trying to get a rise out of him or if she was genuinely this clueless. “Oh darling, that’s not a solution,” he said softly. In fact he’d argue that ignoring it was going to make it worse for the poor girl. “It’s necessary to… release these desires.”

He watched her face carefully after those words. She immediately averted her eyes “I-I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she squeaked out, clearly embarrassed by the thoughts of ‘releasing these desires’.

“There’s no need to get shy all of the sudden,” he said. “We’re far beyond that, aren’t we?”

She looked back up at him. “I told you it was stupid and weird–”

He cut her off. “It’s not stupid or weird. It’s completely natural, my dear. Everyone experiences some degree of arousal. And these dreams are also normal. Many people have… night time fantasies.”

Her mind had immediately gone to the idea that Elijah had nighttime fantasies. He’d gotten the impression her mind was wandering as her eyes widened. He chuckles softly. She was so innocent it was adorable.

“Are these dreams about me?” he asked bluntly.

She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. She repeated the action a few more times before she managed to find her words. “I-I… why… why would you… how did you…” she stumbled over her thoughts. “Yes,” was the final, quiet admission.

He nodded. “Is this why you’ve been so distracted in my class, darling?”

He watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip before nodding. “Yeah…”

His lips curled into a taunting little smile. “And you came to me because what? You wanted me to help you, isn’t that right? Teach you?”

“I didn’t know who else to ask!” she protested. But she had come to him. She’d inadvertently told him she’d been fantasizing about him in her dreams, only to wake up aching. She didn’t know how to handle her desires or what it all really meant, so she’d turned to the one person she trusted with it. And the source of all her problems.

A soft, nearly condescending, laugh left his lips. “Don’t lie to me. You wanted to know if I would take care of you. If I could fix that little ache between your thighs.” A flip had switched in him the second she’d finally admitted she’d been thinking about it. It wasn’t just him who’d been fantasizing. “You want me to make that feeling go away, don’t you?”

Her skin heated up as she digested his words. She’d never heard him talk like this. “Maybe,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“All you had to do was ask, silly girl.” He stood from his chair, stepping towards her. She had to tilt her head back to look at him as he approached her. “Instead you made this harder than necessary by playing games with me.”

She swallowed thickly, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I’m sorry,” she instinctively apologized as he towered over her. His fingers pressed under her chin to keep her looking at him.

“Hm.” He looked her up and down. “I’ll accept your apology under one condition – you tell me exactly what you want from me.”

The thought of admitting she desired him was embarrassing, especially because she was so inexperienced. She didn’t know what she was asking for. She just wanted him to make it all feel better however he could. “I want… I want you to make the ache go away.” Her admission was quiet.

“You can do better than that, darling.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. She felt flushed and she could feel her heart stuttering against her ribcage. “I want you t-to touch me. I want to know what it feels like when someone touches you like that.”

“Better,” he hummed. His fingers ghosted across her jawline, down her neck, making a shiver run through her body. He smiled at her reaction. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes widened as he sank to his knees in front of her. “E-Elijah–”

He cut her off, tutting softly. “When I take care of you, no calling me Elijah,” he said, his voice more commanding than usual. “Daddy or sir only. Understood?”

She nodded.

He clicked his tongue again. “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer with words.”

“Y-yes, I understand.”

His eyebrow raised. “Yes, I understand…?”

“Yes, I understand, daddy.” Her skin felt like it was on fire from the combination of embarrassment and arousal. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d come to him in a moment of weakness. Perhaps deep down – like he’s suggested – she’d come to him because she wanted this to happen. But it was overwhelming. This whole thing was completely new to her. No one had ever touched her. Hell, she’d only ever been kissed once.

“Good girl,” he cooed, “you’re learning quick.”

He leaned up to press his lips against hers. Her lips against his were clumsy at first. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, but eventually the fell into a delicate rhythm. Her lips were soft against his. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He was breaking so many rules but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when she’d showed up in his office in that little skirt, telling him she was having wet dreams.

I wake up all hot and achy. Is that what being turned on feels like? The question had been so innocent, despite the subject. Her eyes had been wide with curiosity he was familiar with. She’d asked it just like she’d ask him any other question about history. The words had shot straight through his body, making his blood rush south.

Now with her lips against his, he was finally giving in. He couldn’t stop now. He was in too deep. He needed to be the one to touch her. She’d admitted to being untouched and he needed to be the one to ruin her innocence. He couldn’t imagine some boy having his hands all over her pretty little body. The thought made something ugly rear its head in him. She deserved better than some fumbling boy to be her first time. She deserved someone who could actually make her feel good. He’d make her feel good.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses as he pulled away and glistening with spit, as her breath came out in soft puffs. She already looked like a wreck and all he’d done was kiss her. He couldn’t wait to see how pretty she looked once he got his hands on what he really wanted.

He kissed down her neck, letting his teeth graze lightly over the skin. But he didn’t let his lips linger long enough to leave obvious marks. He didn’t need anyone questioning how she’d ended up with love bites all over her neck so he resisted the urge to mark her as his. He’d do it in other ways.

Elijah slipped his fingers under her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of her stomach. He pulled his lips away from her skin long enough to ask, “can I take this off?”

She nodded but remembered his earlier words. “Yes, Eli–” she was quick to correct herself. “Yes, daddy.”

He smiled. She lifted her arms up to help him peel her shirt off, leaving her in only her bra. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed. His gaze was heated. His hands left fire in their wake as he gently traced down from her collarbone to her breasts.

He didn’t bother to take her bra all the way off. He just pulled the cups down, revealing her already hardened nipples to his gaze. Elijah ran his fingers over the hardened buds. He watched her face intently, noticing each expression she made as he explored her body. She seemed particularly fond of the way he was playing with her nipples.

“Oh–” she gasped as he took one into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Each sound, each twitch of her body only spurred him on. And each flick of his tongue, each pinch of his fingers had her arching her back further into his touch as little noises escaped her swollen lips.

Once he’d gotten his fill, he pulled away, admiring the way her skin glistened with his spit. He’d even left little marks across her tits. A reminder of him where no one else but her could see.

Lips trailed down her stomach now, tracing the smooth skin until he reached the waistband of her skirt. His fingers worked quickly on the zipper and pulled the fabric down her legs. It was tossed to the side as he focused on what he really wanted.

His hands were warm against her skin as he pried her thighs apart. He could smell her arousal clearly once her legs were spread. She was wearing heart covered panties. Cute, he thought. But Elijah had to bite back a groan as he saw the wet spot. She’d completely soaked through the fabric.

She mewled softly as his finger brushed over the wetness. He looked up at her face, enjoying the way her face pinched up as he teased her through the fabric. But he couldn’t tease her for long. No, he was just as desperate as she was.

Her panties were quickly discarded. She felt so bare but the way Elijah looked at her made her feel better. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He groaned as he finally got a glimpse of her. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Look at this pretty little pussy. She’s dripping for me, princess.”

Her cheeks burned at his crass words. She’d never heard Elijah talk like this before. She was going to say something but he stole the breath from her lungs as he ran a finger through her folds. An embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped her lips.

Elijah only wanted to pull more pretty sounds from her. He ghosted a finger over her clit before leaning in to flick his tongue across the sensitive bud. Her thighs instinctively tried to close around his head, the pleasure overwhelming. But he gripped her thighs tightly to keep the spread for him. He wanted to devour her. And he did.

He explored her with his tongue, taking mental note of what made her react the most. He focused his attention on her clit. He loved the way she moaned and tried to squirm as he did. But he still wasn’t satisfied. He was greedy.

A finger prodded at her entrance, gently pushing it in. He relished in the tightness of her pussy, the way she clenched around just one finger. He curled it, pumping it in and out until he found that spongy spot inside her that had her toes curling.

He pulled his mouth off her. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?” he asked, looking up at her from his spot between her thighs.

She shook her head. “N-no, daddy.”

“Never?” he curled his finger again. “You’ve never rubbed your clit? Never put your fingers inside this pretty pussy?”

His words sent heat through her body. She was tense, clenching around his finger again. She was overwhelmed in every way possible. And the feeling in her tummy was only growing – like a knot being wound, tighter and tighter with each touch.

“Never,” she finally managed to choke out a response.

“You’ve never come?”

“No.”

He was even more determined now. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth. He needed her to come. He needed to be the first one to ever make her reach that high. He’d ruin her for anyone else.

Soon enough, her moans were increasing in frequency. Nearly every touch had her crying out for him. He knew she was close. He kept up his pace, never faltering for a moment. Not even as she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations.

“Just let go for me, princess,” he murmured against her skin.

He curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking across her sensitive bud in tandem. It sent her over the edge. The knot in her stomach snapped, her toes curled and that warm, euphoric feeling spread through her body. It made her legs shake and then her body went limp.

Elijah worked her through the aftershocks of her very first orgasm, bringing her down gently. He pulled away, sucking her juices off his finger. He squeezed her thigh gently.

She looked like a wreck, slumped in his chair with her eyes half lidded and hazy. Her hair was mussed up.

“Good girl,” he praised her softly. “Did so good for me, darling.”

She smiled weakly. “Thank you, daddy,” she murmured.

He picked up her discarded clothing. He put each item back on her body, redressing her with care. He tried to smooth out her messy hair but it was clear what had just happened. Elijah pulled her from the chair to sit in his lap. He was still uncomfortably hard but he didn’t want to go there yet. She was still so innocent, completely new at this.

As she curled up in his lap, she watched the way he adjusted himself in his trousers. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

“Don’t worry about that, love,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her forehead. “That’s for another time.”

“Another time?” she couldn't help the hopefulness in her voice at the idea of doing this again.

Elijah chuckled softly. “Did you think once would be enough?”

“I dunno.”

He smiled, kissing her forehead again. “Not a chance. You’re mine now darling, so you come to me when you feel achy again, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her head resting back down on his shoulder.

“Good. Now rest.”

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The Hunter and The Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: To obtain a mystic gun capable of destroying the demon that killed their mother, the group must team up with John and face off against vampires.

Warnings: cannon violence and gore, John Winchester, arguing, girl kissing (not really a warning but), slightly jealous Dean??, reader being a nerd

Word Count: 8.5k

Dead Man's Blood

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The cafe is quiet except for the distant chatter of conversations that melt together, the clinks of glasses and dishes, the clacking of a keyboard, and the shuffling of paper. So, maybe quiet isn’t the right word. Nevertheless, the steady background noise is peaceful. It brings me back to the days when I’d linger in cafes to study for an upcoming exam in both high school and college. Though, I suppose, looking through various obituaries and news articles to find our next hunt isn’t that different. “Well, man,” Dean starts, folding his newspaper. “Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What’ve you got?”

I lean back in my seat, pushing away from the screen I’ve been looking out for God knows how long. “Nothing of note in Iowa, Kansas, or Missouri,” I announce, noting some of the states surrounding Nebraska. The various tabs open for each state are a little concerning. “Unless you count a woman in Iowa who managed to fall 10,000 feet from an airplane and survive.”

“Sounds more like ‘That’s Incredible’ than, uh, ‘Twilight Zone,’” Dean remarks.

“Yeah definitely weird but not that concerning,” I nod. It surely reeked of the supernatural because there was no human way to do that, but it also wasn’t a top-of-the-list concern when no one got hurt and it seemed like an isolated event.

“Hey, Sam, you know we could keep heading East. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh?” Dean suggests, smirking as he leans his elbows on the table. “Cool chick man, smokin’” he whistles. I shake my head, mentally grimacing. Yeah, she was attractive but to say it aloud and whistle about some girl your brother was clearly into? A little weird. “You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?”

“Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday,” he answers vaguely. “But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that.”

“Yeah, alright,” Dean gives in.

“You get anything in the states you checked?” I ask Sam, knowing he had looked at Wyoming, Colorado, and South Dakota. More states that surround the state we currently reside in. “Yeah,” he exhales. “Uh, a man in Colorado. A local man named Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home.”

“That’s certainly one way to go,” I mumble.

“Elkins?” Dean echos. “I know that name.”

“You do?” I ask.

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Sam shakes his head.”Sounds like the police don’t know what to think,” he continues as his brother mumbles Elkins under his breath and pulls out their Dad’s journal. “At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they’ve found some signs of robbery.”

“You know, sometimes it amazes me how the police solve anything,” I remark. Sure, if it’s supernatural related then they don’t have the upper hand of knowledge but seriously a bear attack and a robbery are two completely different things.

Dean hums absentmindedly in acknowledgment, flicking through the journal. “There, check it out,” he announces, flipping the book around for us to see. A phone number resides on the page right next to the name. “You think it’s the same Elkins?” Sam asks.

“It’s a Colorado area code,” Dean points out.

****

Sam kneels on the wooden porch, the flashlight illuminating his work with the lockpick. It’s not too long before the lock clicks, and the door creeps open with a turn and push.

“Looks like the maid didn’t come today,” Dean comments, looking over a table cluttered with books and papers. Otherwise, this room was pretty clean at least in terms of the crime. “Hey, there’s salt over here. Right beside the door,” Sam announces, lingering by the front door.

“You mean protection against demon salt or, ‘oops I spilled the popcorn’ salt?” Dean asks, his interest tuned into a journal he discovered on the desk.

My flashlight guides my eyes across the room. It didn’t happen in this room, it doesn’t seem like the perpetrator(s) came from the front door into the entryway. “It’s clearly a ring,” Sam clarifies. “You think this guy Elkins was a player?”

“Definitely,” he answers. I wander a little further into the house, the real mess lying in the next room over, the door knocked off its hinges. “That looks a hell of a lot like Dad’s,” Sam says. I look over my shoulder, and both boys are checking out the journal. “Yep, except this dates back to the 60s,” Dean responds.

I step into what looks to be an office, or what’s left of it. It’s pure destruction. If you told me a tornado came through this room I’d believe you. Broken and overturned furniture litter the floor, books and papers scattered about. I can barely see the floor, it's all covered. “Whoever this guy was, he put up a hell of a fight,” I comment as I carefully step further into the room, glass crunching beneath my shoe. Glass but no broken windows. “Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one,” Sam adds, looking up at the ceiling. I follow his gaze to the broken sunroof, the source of the glass.

Where did the police get a bear attack from even if he did have scratch marks on him? Did they think it fell into the sunroof? I could understand the robbery considering the mess, but a bear? Seriously? I shake my head at the thought, walking over to the cleared-off desk. Whatever was atop it was on the floor now. “Do you think whoever or whatever did this was looking for something?” I ask, taking in the mess again. Some of it was from fighting, but the desk's open draws, which were barely hanging on, suggests it may be more. It could be an added motive. “Maybe,” Sam answers before his attention turns over to his brother who is crouched down and examining the floor. “You got something?” Sam asks.

“I dunno,” he answers. “Some scratches on the floor.”

“Death throes maybe?” Sam suggests, referring to the last moments before the end.

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean says, grabbing a nearby notebook. He opens a page, placing it over the scratches before using a pencil to scratch over it revealing the marks better. “Or maybe a message.” He peels up the paper, some blood soaked into the back, but the markings are clear. “Look familiar?” He asks, holding it up.

“Three letters, six digits,” Sam answers. “The location and combination of a post office box. It’s a mail drop.” The message was an incredible feat to manage before death took him under. To be able to scatch it out…it must be more than important.

“Just the way Dad does it,” Dean adds.

****

A simple letter rests in Sam’s hand. The letter was found in the post office box. “‘J.W.’” Sam reads off the envelope, “You think that's John Winchester?”

“I mean your Dad clearly knew the guy,” I offer, his number is inside the journal. “Maybe he even learned this way of communicating from him.”

“Should we open it?” Dean asks, something uncertain yet insistent in his voice. But, no one gets to answer the question on each of our minds when, instead, there is a knock on the driver-side window. Dean gasps and flinches, his arm raised in defense. “Dad?” he breathes, his fist lowering. The door beside me opens then, hazel eyes looking at me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows with a tight-lipped smile as I scooch over. He takes my seat, closing the door behind him. “Dad, what are you doing here?” Sam asks. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he answers simply. He looks the same as the last time we saw him, with messy dark hair similar to Sam’s cut and a ragged beard. “I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you three at his place.”

“Why didn’t you come in Dad?” Sam questions, his voice soft as if he knows the answer.

“You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren’t followed…by anyone or anything,” John responds. He sounds more paranoid than anything. It sounds like a sad excuse to avoid speaking and seeing his kids again, but I keep those thoughts to myself. “Nice job of covering your tracks by the way,” he compliments. And it’s like being buttered up before the roast— before you’re put right back on the fire that eats at you until you forget your self-worth.

“Yeah, well, we learned from the best,” Dean answers with a proud smile on his face as his chest puffs out a little bit.

“Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?” Sam points out.

“Yeah. He was... he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting,” he reveals. I guess I was somewhat right on my assumption. “Well, you never mentioned him to us,” Sam shrugs.

“We had a... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years,” he explains, gesturing towards the envelope. “I should look at that.” Sam hands it over easily, and his father wastes no time in opening it. “'If you're reading this, I'm already dead',” he reads, trailing off. “That son of a bitch.”

“What is it?” Dean asks.

“He had it the whole time,” he answers vaguely as if we know what he's talking about. “Has what?” I ask. “When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver, did you see it?” He asks each question one right after the other almost frantically. “Uh, there was, there was an old case but it was empty,” Dean answers.

“They have it,” John announces.

“‘You mean whatever killed Elkins?” Dean asks. John opens the door, shifting to get out. “We gotta pick up the trail.” But before he can make it out of the vehicle Sam stops him, “Wait. ‘You want us to come with you?”

“If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun,” he explains, doing that thing where he’s insanely unhelpful.

“The gun–why?” Sam pushes. “Because it's important, that's why,” he replies. I roll my eyes, for a guy who wasn’t very present he managed to be incredibly irritating. “Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet,” Sam reasons.

“They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires,” he reveals, finally being helpful. “Vampires? I thought there was no such thing,” Dean answers.

“You didn’t?” I ask, surprised.

“You did?” He throws right back with a just as surprised tone as mine.

“Yeah,” I say like it's obvious. “I took down a nest back in college.” It was the first and only time I had encountered a vampire let alone a vampiric hunt. Students started to go missing, seemingly picked off one by one, and like any school word had spread quickly. It was weird, yes, but with no bodies and only having gossip I had nothing to work with. No one saw anything, the picks were clean and concise. Well, that was until certain bodies did show up. Four out of nine bodies were found, two were located near or around campus grounds, and the others were left in the town that was a short drive from the school. I managed to pull some strings and cash in ‘I owe you’ to see the bodies firsthand. My initial thought was vampires but the thought was more of a joke than anything, I thought I was watching too much Buffy. But then some research made a joke no longer a joke. It was vampires and I had to kill them.

I can remember it still, the way the heads went flying and how blood caked my clothes. Buffy makes it look cleaner than what it is.

“You did?” John asks, his voice dripping in disbelief and sass. “Don’t sound so surprised,” I mumble, my distaste for him almost painfully clear in the curl of my lip. He has been here for less than five minutes and I’m already a little irritated. I’d like to think that I’m not a hateful person, that I don’t hold grudges or malice but when it comes to John Winchester suddenly I’m the biggest hater you’ve ever seen. “Well, I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and—“ he throws a glare at me. “And others had wiped them out. I was wrong.” “You were,” I agree, smiling a little at the slow turn of his head as he stares at me with daggers.

“Most vampire lore is crap,” he starts, his voice gruff, looking back at his boys. “A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late.”

“The way to kill them is decapitation,” I add. “Interestingly enough the story to get it right is a work of fiction, though, of course, you could argue that it was only presented that way and the author knew more than any normal person would. The final blow in Carmilla, written by some Irish guy, is her head being struck off. Before that was a stake through the heart but, it’s interesting that he would add the decapitation aspect especially when it’s the first ever Vampire novel so it’s not like he changed things to be different.”

“Are you done?” John remarks, unamused.

“Yeah, now I am,” I respond, equally unamused with him.

“Wake up! Come on,” a voice demands. I grumble something incoherent, my fingers softly curling into the warmth beneath my hand. The something beneath my hand rumbles with the “Mm-hmm,” that follows from its lips.

My eyes squint open, my hand resting on Dean's chest, fingers clutching his shirt, his arm resting around my waist. We didn’t fall asleep like this when John hated the very idea of us sharing a bed even though we’d done it before. I know John doesn’t trust me, even though I haven’t done anything to warrant such feelings. It’s more like he doesn’t trust who I am and he makes it known with every look and side comment. Yet, as much as he hated it, he didn’t want me in a separate room because it would “waste time and money.” So, we had slept back to back which felt so horribly unnatural.

I do not make a move to separate from him. He rubs his eyes and I want to bury my face into the pillow in a desperate attempt to grasp onto the remains of sleep but the sight of his messy short hair going every which way, and his eyes barely being held open from the sleep that clings to them keeps my attention. Even on interrupted sleep, he looks so good. “I picked up a police call,” John announces, the faint noise of radio static proving his statement.

“What happened?” Sam asks, his voice laced with sleep. Dean’s hand drops from his eyes going, instead, to my hand on his chest. He gives it a little squeeze and it would be so easy to just fall back into a sweet sleep with the butterflies that dance in my stomach. But, the harsh reality of, well, reality comes crashing back when John answers, “A couple called 911, ‘found a body in the street. Cops got there. Blood was missing. It's the vampires.”

“How do you know?” Sam asks logically. But, John is already halfway out the door forgoing explanations as he typically does. “Just follow me, okay?” he responds, shutting the door behind him.

“Huh, vampires,” Dean muses, his eyes still half open. “Gets funnier every time I hear it.”

****

The spin of red and blue lights shatters the atmosphere, a long cloth placed over a body in the middle of the road, yellow tape sanctioning off the area as cops work the scene, and a certain irritating Winchester talking to a cop as we are forced to wait by the Impala like kids waiting while their parent talks to an old friend and you just know you’re going to be waiting forever. “I don’t see why we couldn’t have gone over with him,” Sam complains, sulking slightly.

“Should’ve let us sleep,” I agree, mumbling. I don’t see the point in dragging us from bed just to put us on the back burner, but I guess that’s John for you.

“Oh, don’t tell me it’s already starting,” Dean responds. “What's starting?” he asks. But he doesn’t get his answer as their father approaches, Dean putting his focus there. “What have you got?” he asks his Dad.

“It was them alright,” John confirms. “Looks like they’re heading west. We’ll have to double back to get around that detour.”

“How can you be so sure?” Sam asks, arms crossed.

“Sam…” Dean warns.

“I just wanna know we're going in the right direction,” he snaps at his brother.

“We are,” John answers vaguely.

“How do you know?”

John hands something small to Dean, answering with “I found this.”

Dean cups the long and sharp tooth in the palm of his hand. “It’s a…” he tries to find the words, “a vampire fang.”

“It’s not necessarily a fang,” I correct. “An entire set of teeth that look just like that descends when they attack, covering the normal set of teeth.”

“Any more questions?” John asks, looking at Sam expectantly, a certain bite to his words. Sam remains quiet, his eyes flicking away—the kind of answer his father wants. No, an answer he expects. “Alright, let’s get out of here, we’re losing daylight,” John orders. He walks to his truck, a vehicle I suddenly love because he doesn’t have to be in the same car as us. “Hey, Dean why don’t you touch up your car before you get rust?” he throws back the comment, “I wouldn’t have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.”

I look at Dean with widened eyes. His face drops. Drops. My heart might as well drop with it. I dig my nails into my palms in an attempt to control my mouth, my teeth clenched painfully to hold in my own comment. I should make him apologize. I should do more than that but I know it will only make it worse for them and that is the last thing I want. Yet, saying nothing feels worse so the word slips out before I can reel it back in. “Asshole,” I grumble beneath my breath, opening the back door to the Impala.

“What’d you say?” John asks, seemingly having super hearing, pausing short of his truck. The stiffness in his shoulder is familiar, or similar. So, I duck into the car with an, “I didn’t say anything.” I expect him to say something or for him to make some sort of move. I see the unamused look on his face even as I close the door behind me, creating a barrier between us. I half expect him to drag me from the car and make me answer him. Dad said I never knew how to hold my tongue or when to stop. And maybe he was right.

*****

The Impala rolls down the road, following John’s truck. “Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten,” Dean reads from the passenger seat. “Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. I wonder if that’s what happened to that 911 couple.”

“I didn’t see the corpses well enough but it’s likely,” I answer, though I don’t know why John didn’t let us see the body or do any work.

“It’s probably what Dad's thinking. ‘Course it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks,” Sam grumbles, a certain furrow to his brow. “So it is starting,” Dean remarks.

“What?”

Well, this is my queue to keep my comments to myself and let them talk this out.

“Sam, we've been looking for Dad all year,” he explains. “Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours and there's static already?”

“Hm. No. Look, I'm happy he's ok, alright?” he responds. “And I'm happy that we're all working together again.” “Well good.”

“It’s just the way he treats us like we’re children,” Sam adds, seemingly unable to help himself. But I’m here for the John bashing.

“Oh God,” Dean mumbles.

“He barks orders at us Dean, he expects us to follow 'em without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal.”

Sam’s not wrong. His vagueness is one of his worst traits which is saying something because he has a long list of horrible traits. He’s really the King of being as vague and unhelpful as possible for a reason I simply can’t discern. Maybe it makes him feel like he has some power or the upper hand.

“He does what he does for a reason,” Dean reasons. “What reason?” Sam pushes.

“Our job!” Dean snaps. “There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, alright? That's just the way the old man runs things.” “I’d argue that leaving you guys in the dark can lead to more error,” I comment, accidentally saying my inside thoughts out loud. Luckily, I’m pretty much annoyed as Sam challenges his brother. “Yeah well maybe that worked when we were kids but not anymore, alright. Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, and letting him run the whole show?”

A heavy silence fills the car as Dean stares at his brother like he’s trying to muster the right words. “If that’s what it takes.”

****

We drive for what feels like an eternity, though it must only have been a couple of hours, the sky falling to darkness. Dean is on the phone with his father, keeping in touch with him even as we follow after his car. “Yeah, Dad. Alright, got it,” he answers before hanging up. “Pull off at the next exit.”

“Why?” Sam asks with a certain edge or bite to his voice.

“Cause Dad thinks we’ve got the vampire’s trail,” Dean responds.

“How?”

“I don’t know; he didn’t say.”

Suddenly I’m pushed back into my seat as the Impala goes faster, fast enough to overtake Johns truck. The car swerves in front of it, my body jerking sideways and forward as the vehicle swerves again and slams to a stop. My heart stammers in my chest as I look out the window, John's truck nearly missing the side of the Impala. “What the frick, S–” I yell, my cursing cut off as Sam gets out of the car. “Oh crap here we go,” Dean mumbles, following him out of the vehicle. I sigh, rolling my eyes, as much as I expected an argument to break out this is a very dramatic and dangerous way to start it. Even so, I follow them out of the Impala as Dean calls out for his brother.

“What the hell was that?” John yells, stomping over to his son.

“We need to talk.”

John steps closer, getting face to face with him and I half expect him to grab Sam by the collar and shake some “sense” into him. “About what?”

“About everything. Where are we going, Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?”

“Sammy, come on, we can Q and A after we kill all the vampires,” Dean says.

“You’re brothers right, we don’t have time for this,” John adds. “Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now out of the blue, you need our help,” Sam yells. “Now obviously something big is going down, and we wanna know what!” “Get back in the car.” “No.” “I said get back in the damn car.” “Yeah. And I said no.”

“Okay, you made your point tough guy,” Dean tries again, hovering between his father and his brother. But, of course, his words are directed at his brother. “Look we're all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on.” Dean grabs him, pushing him back toward the car. He gives in, allowing his brother to move him along even as he glares at his father, mumbling, “This is why I left in the first place.” “What’d you say?”

Sam steps forward, snapping back, “You heard me.”

“Yeah. You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam.”

“Sam…” Dean warns.

“You walked away!” John yells in his face.

“Come on, stop,” I urge, trying to push John back as Dean had tried with his brother. But he just shoves me off, forcing me back a couple of steps. “You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door, not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!”

Dean jumps in the middle, forcing them apart. “Listen, stop it, stop it. Stop it!! That's enough!!” They don’t say another word; they just glare at each other over Dean’s head. “That means you too,” Dean adds, looking at his father. Despite the harsh words that linger in the air and the unspoken jabs that are begging to be said, they back off. Each step back into their vehicles. Dean sighs, the tension clear in his shoulders until he turns to me, brows furrowed as he half yells, “Are you okay?” The question is genuine despite how harsh they sound escaping his lips. There's a silence that falls between us; I don’t know why he asks me; it’s not like I was the one arguing. Perhaps it was because I stumbled back as his father shoved me or because he knows I do not like arguments. Either way, I nod silently, and he gives a single nod back, the stress soon returning to his face.

With the sun on our back and the tree line at our front, blocking us, I watch a beat-up Camaro pull up the old barn. A man in a t-shirt walks up to the car, shielding his eyes as he escorts the person inside and making a very good guess it’s likely they’re both vampires. “Son of a bitch,” Dean curses. “So they’re really not afraid of the sun?”

“Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill ‘em is by beheading,” John answers and I roll my eyes at the repetition especially when half the information is something I already said. “And yeah, they sleep during the day—doesn’t mean they won’t wake up.”

“So I guess walking right in’s not our best option,” Dean remarks.

“Actually, that’s the plan,” John answers, immediately creeping from the treeline back to where the Impala and his truck are parked.

Weapons are handed out like candy on Halloween night, the machete's blade seeming to gleam as the sun hits it just right. Grasping the hilt reminds me of that day long ago, how my hand shook as I killed the first vampire. They look human, and the blood that falls is so human that it’s like killing one instead of a vampire. I had to remind myself they weren’t human and that they killed so many. Then, it was almost too easy.

“So, you really wanna know about this Colt?” John suddenly asks. “Yes sir,” Sam answers.

It's just “a story, a legend really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter,” he starts. “Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. ‘Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say... they say this gun can kill anything.”

Something unsettling settles in my gut, something I don’t want to discern. We aren’t in the nest, and yet it’s like the fight-or-flight instinct has kicked in. “Kill anything like supernatural anything?” Dean asks. The same thought eats at my mind but where concern hits me surprise hits him.

“Like the demon,” Sam connects, and I feel foolish. Maybe it’s a survival instinct, or maybe it’s selfishness that makes me worry more about a weapon that can kill me rather than a gun that can kill the yellow-eyed demon. I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid of dying, at least not totally, especially when what I am makes it incredibly difficult to kill me, to begin with. But now I’m aware of something that can. It won’t be like a bullet wound you can maybe heal from; there won’t be hope—just death. Gone in the blink of an eye with no goodbye or warning.

“Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun -- we may have it,” John answers.

I want to be happy for them. I’m trying to be happy. I’m trying to push the fear away because isn’t it an irrational one? But I am scared. What if I don’t get a goodbye? What if it winds up in the wrong hands and I’m at the other end of it? Technically, right now it is in the wrong hands if the vampires do have it. “No offense, I'm glad this is an opportunity to get the damn thing,” I start, my fear turning into anger. “But did you, oh, I don't know, plan on informing us about this before we go into the place that has this gun, or was it Sam that convinced you?” I’m not an idiot; I am aware of the possibility that this could’ve been left out for God knows how long. “I mean, this could literally kill me, like end-end me, and you were just gonna, what, not mention it? ‘Cause it would’ve been a great warning.”

He doesn’t answer, and I’m not sure if he’s going to acknowledge me, which is answer enough. I move to try to get in his way. “You know, somehow I find a new reason to dislike you, which is kind of impressive.” I know I’m being mean as if a jab could heal the panic in my veins.

“You should be grateful I haven’t sent your ass back home,” he bites.

“Yeah well, this ass saved your life back with the Daeva’s.”

“Y/N,” Dean says, carefully touching my arm. But I step out of his hold, my shoulders going up as if trying to un-feel the touch, which is weird because I never do that with him. “No, Dean, this is serious,” I reason, my voice higher in an attempt to be louder, though it never nears a yell. I don’t dare look at him, weary of the hurt that might pass over his face.

“Were you going to say something if Sam hadn’t called you out?” I ask him again. But, I’m sure I know the answer. He pauses for a beat too long, and I feel foolish again. I’m arguing with a guy who couldn’t care less about what happens to me. The anger simmers in my gut, bubbling down until it’s replaced by shame. “You know what? Never mind,” I give up. “Let’s just go kill the vampires.” I shake my head, walking away from the group towards the run-down barn.

I creep between the trees, careful of where I step so that I don’t make a sound, even though I’m outside the barn. I take a couple of deep breaths as I walk; I need to have a clear head. This isn’t the kind of hunt you can be careless on; one wrong move and it all goes up in flames. I clear my head of any leftover anger or negative emotions; I need to lead with focus, not emotions.

I move closer to the barn, finding a window that looks easy to get into without making so much noise. That is key. I lift myself onto the thin windowsill, cautious as to not let my legs or any body part slam into the wall. And with the knowledge that the boys are close behind, I move into the barn. I move silently, first observing the layout and the countless hammocks filled with vampires as well as the occasional vamp that rests on the floor.

Ever so slowly, I move forward, careful to step over the beer bottles as I move as quietly as a mouse. Inch by inch, I lurk towards a random vampire in a hammock. A lone vampire, or at least one that’s farthest away from the others, even if far isn’t far at all.

I stand over his sleeping figure like a predator ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Ever so carefully, I lift my blade, hovering it above its neck. With one quick motion, I know I am a hypocrite. Blood drips down its neck in waves like a relentless ocean; its eyes shoot open as the blade is plunged deeper. Its mouth parts in an attempt at a screech it can’t possibly make as its head is severed from its body. It did not get to warn the others. It did not get to say goodbye.

I pull my blade from the mess; blood seeps into the fabric of the hammock and drips to the floor. I sense the Winchesters enter the barn as I pick my next target. The goal is to get as many asleep so that should they wake, it’d be a slightly easier fight. Again, I take my stance over a vampire when I hear the faint clink of a glass bottle knocking over. I hold incredibly still, so still, I feel like the narrator in “Tell-Tale Heart.”

By luck alone, the vampire beneath my gaze does not stir, nor do any others. I turn my head slowly to where the noise originated, seeing Dean and Sam at the other end of the barn near each other. I swallow roughly, focusing in on the task at hand. Again, I drive my blade into the pale neck of the resting creature, blood spraying onto my cheek. I move to the next, stalking forth with my raised blade when an unearthly roar breaks the silence. The vampire beneath my gaze shoots up, clutching my wrist before I can lay the blade onto it. The machete vanishes from my hand, appearing in my other. I swing the blade; the cut is uncoordinated and messy in my non-dominant hand, slashing off its hand. My wrist is free as the limb goes flying, a horrible screech coming from the vampire as it clutches its wrist, blood spurting from where the hand used to be, bone exposed to the air. Glass shatters somewhere overhead, and I switch the weapon back to my dominant hand, unable to get another swing in when I dodge the lunging vampire.

“Run!” John yells from the same direction as the broken glass. I sidestep just in time, narrowly avoiding a swing from a vampire lunging at me. More of them surge toward me, their snarls filling the air. Reluctantly, I turn and run. My heart pounds in my chest, the sound almost drowning out the thudding of their footsteps behind me. I race toward the back of the barn, but there’s no clear exit—just solid walls and shadows. I sprint toward one of the walls. My legs push forward harder, willing myself to pass through before I crash into it.

The world blurs for a heartbeat, and then I stumble forward, my feet skidding on the dirt outside. I glance back, breathless, at the wall I just passed through. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips, I’m getting really good at the whole teleporting thing. But enough celebrating, I quickly round the outskirts of the barn and make my way up the hill to where the distinct figures of the Winchesters wait. A look of relief passes over Sam and Deans face at the sight of me but I can’t say the same for John. I know he doesn’t care if I get injured or die.

“They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life,” John informs, slightly out of breath. “Well, what the hell do we do now?” Dean asks.

I wipe the blood from my cheek with the back of my sleeve, glad that I decided to wear dark clothes today. “I’ll go back in there and finish it,” I answer.

“No, you’re not,” Dean declares, taking a single step toward me.

“Why not?” I ask. “I already killed two and—”

“You did?” John cuts me off, reflecting the same surprise he did before.

“No, my machete is just normally covered in blood.”

“You’re not goin’ back in,” Dean says firmly.

“Dean—”

“Not on my watch.” “Oh, come on. This is quicker than waiting until night and you can have your special gun sooner,” I reason, following him as he walks away.

“Not happening.”

“Don’t you want that gun?”

He stops short of the Impala's trunk, his expression firm as he faces me. “Not at the expense of your life.” His eyes are set on mine, a challenge burning behind his irises.

“I’m very capable of doing it myself,” I argue, my chin raised to meet his gaze head-on.

“I know you are,” he replies, his voice low and sure. “‘Doesn’t mean I’m lettin’ you go.”

“I don’t have to listen to you, you know,” I point out, the words sounding childish on my tongue. His brow arches, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face. He wets his lips, voice dropping lower, “I don’t see you goin’.”

The words hang heavy between us. He’s got me, and he knows it. I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming in my throat. His eyes drop briefly, flicking to the small space between us like he’s daring me to move. He tilts his head slightly, waiting, his confidence annoyingly attractive. His fingers brush my wrist, featherlight, trailing down the inside. It tickles my skin, my breath hitching slightly, loosening my hold on the machete. He doesn’t rush—his hand glides lower, steady, until he slides the weapon from my grasp as if he already knew my answer before I had the chance to utter it.

“We’ll need dead man’s blood,” I manage, my voice quieter than I intended. His eyes flick back to mine, dark and unreadable, the weapon now clasped firmly in his hand alongside his own. He nods, his lips parted slightly.

****

After splitting up from John and Sam—and some lying and distracting on our part— Dean and I managed to grab the dead man's blood from the local funeral home. Afterward, it took some extensive convincing, including arguing that it would be safer for me to act as bait instead of Dean to be where I am now.

Now, I lean over the car’s popped hood, peering at the engine while the Winchesters watch from somewhere in the trees. “Car trouble?” a woman's voice asks. I turn around to see a dark-haired woman with thin eyebrows and striking blue eyes standing with another girl lingering behind. It didn’t take them long to show up. “Let me give you a lift. I’ll take you back to my place,” she purrs.

I lean against the front of the Impala, tilting my head slightly as I eye her. “I’m sure you’d like that,” I respond, biting my bottom lip, purposefully teasing. She steps closer as expected, so close I can smell the lingering metallic scent of blood on her mouth as well as her strong perfume. She grabs my jaw roughly, her fingertips digging in as she holds my face firmly, forcing my head back an inch so that she can use our small height difference to her advantage. I let her do what she wants, I’m not afraid of her or the other vampire. I’m just here to get her close enough for a good shot. “Would you like that?” she asks, spinning my question.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not Buffy and you’re not Spike,” I smile teasingly.

Her smile deepens, turning a little wicked. “You know, I should kill you for what you did to them.”

And I know she’s talking about the two I killed and the third I hurt. “Will you?” I challenge. I’m sure she won’t, at least not now. They like to play with their food. So, just as expected her eyes trace down my face, the collum of my neck, and dip beneath my shirt. “We could have some fun first,” she answers, eyes tracing back up.

Her head tilts down, her hold on my face tightening as her lips brush mine. Her hand slips to the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging. My lips part in a groan, my head harshly bent back, giving her the chance to crash her lips to mine. She kisses me roughly and fast, all teeth and tongue before pulling away and licking her lips as if savoring the taste. “Heard you had a boyfriend,” I remark. “You think he’d mind you–” She cuts me off with her lips, teeth clashing with mine. My hands grasp the Impala behind me, the cold metal digging into my palms contrasting with the heat of her mouth.

She gasps, an almost choking noise as she pulls away and I know the shot has been taken. My eyes fall to her chest, the arrowhead sticking out. “Dammit,” she curses. The Winchesters emerge from the trees, crossbows in hand and unreadable expressions on their faces. Her hands fall from my face as she steps back, my chest heaving a little as I try to catch my breath. “It barely even stings,” she claims.

“Give it time, sweetheart,” John answers. “That arrow’s soaked in dead man’s blood. It’s like poison to you, isn’t it?”

Real surprise passes over her features, a hand coming up to cradle where she’s been hit as she staggers backward, wavering before she collapses to the asphalt. “Load her up,” John directs, moving to the other vampire who’s also on the floor with an arrow through her. “I’ll take care of this one.”

I turn around, shutting the hood of the car just as I hear the familiar squelch of blood.

****

The campfire burns bright in the middle of the small clearing of woods. She's still unconscious, secured with a rope around her that she could tear easily the moment she awakens. “Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk's cabbage, and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers until we're ready,” John orders as he walks back into the clearing with his eldest son in tow.

Dean sniffs the bag contents and coughs, “Stuff stinks!”

“That’s the point. It has to be strong enough to cover your scent,” I smile while simultaneously feeling bad for finding his reaction to the ingredients funny. “You can dust your clothes with the ashes and they, hopefully, won't be able to detect you.” I move to him, willing to take the bag from his grimacing face.

“‘You sure they’ll come after ‘er?” Sam asks as I carefully separate and dump the ingredients into the fire.

“Yeah,” John answers. “Vampires mate for life—”

“Didn’t seem she cared about that with Y/N” Dean remarks, cutting off his father. I give him a pointed look. And he just responds with, “What? She was the one who looked real into you.” There's a certain edge to his voice that I can’t quite discern, something almost snarky.

“Well, one thing interpretations got right about vampires is how inherently sexual they are,” I explain. “I’m not sure why but I guess it makes sense considering how they take the blood is intimate.” Still, Dean doesn’t seem particularly satisfied with that answer.

“She means more to the leader than the gun,” John continues. “But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time.” “A half-hour oughta do it,” Sam answers. “And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can,” John orders.

“But…”

“Well, Dad you can’t take care of them all yourself,” Dean cuts his brother off.

“I'll have her and the Colt,” John reasons.

“That’s hardly a lot of protection,” I point out.

“And if I remember you wanted to go in with less,” he bites back.

“I also have abilities that you don’t. I can stay with you, ‘make sure you get it safely.”

“‘Don’t need your protection,” he answers. I figure ego has some part of his decision so I drop it, if he doesn’t want backup then he doesn’t want it.

“But after. We're gonna meet up, right?” Sam asks. “Use the gun together. Right?” There's a long pause, the question hanging in the air for one too many seconds. “You're leaving again, aren't you? You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like children,” Sam answers firmly. “You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe,” he reasons. I bite back my comment about how ironic that is coming from him as I walk a couple of steps away. “Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap,” Dean says, all heads snapping to him. “Excuse me?”

I half expect him to back off, instead, he doubles down. “You know what Sammy and I have been hunting. Hell you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe.” “It's not the same thing, Dean.” “Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?” “This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive.” “You mean you can't be as reckless.”

“Look... I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece.” The atmosphere seems to change, becoming a little heavier in the wake of his words. “Your mother's death ... it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't.”

I’m sure there is some truth to his words but at the same time, he's been a horrible father to them, leaving them alone as mere kids to fend for themselves, forcing them into the hunting world at a young age, and even bringing them on hunts when they should’ve been worrying about school not their lives. “What happens if you die?” Dean points out. “Dad, what happens if you die, and we coulda done something about it? You know I’ve been thinking. I ...think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together.”

Sam nods.

“We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it,” Dean argues. It may sound cheesy but it holds merit. “We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order.” His answer is unsurprising and yet the way Dean looks down and the way Sam clenches his jaw makes me want to deck John Winchester until he agrees.

****

We quickly follow after John, having already killed the vampires in the barn and freed the container of people they had. Of course, it’s against what we were directed to do but we aren’t exactly known for following rules, so there's that. We ditched the Impala some ways back, sticking to the trees with our crossbows as we approached John's truck and the group of vampires.

We arrive in time to see John get knocked to the ground, his plan going south immediately. He’s backhanded into the door of his truck just as one of many arrows flies through the air, hitting the other vampires that crowd around. We emerge from the trees and I switch my crossbow to my off-hand to unseathe my machete. I easily walk up to one and in one clean motion send their head flying, the body buckling to the floor.

Quickly I turn, my crossbow raised to shoot a vampire that was creeping up on Dean. “Don't!” someone yells. I pause, eyes landing on a vampire who looks like a rock band reject with his arm around Sam’s neck while Dean tries to lurk forward with a machete. “I'll break his neck. Put the blade down,” the man orders. Everything stands still for a moment as I drop both my weapons. Dean, however, pauses until the man tightens his hold on Sam’s neck and then the machete is dropped to the ground with a clink.

Suddenly, the man’s arm is forced from Sam’s neck. It shakes as it's pulled away by an invisible force, his face contorting with confusion as he loses the ability to control his limbs. My head tilts slightly as I control him, forcing his other arm to remain at its side so that Sam is free to stumble away, his brother immediately dragging him behind him. The knees of the man buckle, forcing him to kneel on the asphalt. “You people. Why can't you leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do,” the man cries and I falter.

I falter. The one thing you’re never supposed to do in a fight. But, it doesn’t matter because his head is cleaned off his body before he can get up. John standing behind him, blood dripping from his machete. “Lutherrrr!!!!” the girl from before screams a horrible guttural scream that seems to reverberate in my ears. She’s dragged away by another vampire, fighting against their hold as she stares down John and her lover's body.

I stand over the little table in the motel room making sure I didn’t leave anything when John enters—the first we’ve seen him since last night. “So boys,” he starts immediately, the door closing behind him feeling like a death sentence.

“Yes sir,” Sam answers, both boys straightening out like soldiers.

“You ignored a direct order back there,” he starts.

“Yes sir,” Sam answers. “Yeah, but we saved your ass,” Dean intervenes, nervous looks thrown his way from Sam and I.

“You're right,” John, surprisingly, nods. “I am?”

“It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing. Together.” “Yes sir,” they say in unison.

“And I guess you can be there too,” he adds, looking over at me.

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20 Reasons To Love You | Klaus Mikaelson

part one: 1920s Love : masterlist

summary: after your encounter with the original vampire, he asks you to the school dance. your salvatore cousins try to get in the way but you’re tired of being protected. you are starting to like the so called original vampire, but is it an illusion or the real deal

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 3.1k

a/n: part 2 is finally out. i love this piece so much because just like the first the reader is confident but unsure at the same time and i think that accurate describes me and many others. here’s to my fellow klaus mikaelson lover that love him as much as i do (not possible). enjoy!!

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

You stood at the door, too many words racing through your mind.

‘I don’t have a dress, I— well I never expected to go so I never bought a dress.” You sighed, each word becoming more airy as you managed to take him in. ‘I don’t have a dress…’

Dark blonde hair, pink plush lips, a white suit that fit him like a second skin. He was handsome. More handsome than you’d ever say out loud, the rumours of his behaviour and actions not scaring you, but making you tone down any infatuation that could be drawn out.

‘I thought it best you’d wear an actual dress from your decade,’ He nodded one of his witches over, his arms engulfed around a light pink box, a white ribbon decorating it. ‘I saved this for a special occasion.’ He smiled at you. ‘I think today is it.’

‘Original?’

‘Original.’

‘Oh, I couldn’t,’ your eyes never left the box, ‘I would ruin it. It’s too precious.’

He gave his witch another silent order who pushed past you to walk into the house.

‘Hello?’ You shouted at her but she was long gone.

Klaus took a closer step, so close the smell of his perfume hit you softly, ‘Do me a favour and wear it, darling. You could only do it justice. We don’t have much time now. Change.’

‘But—‘

‘No buts.’

‘Fine,’ you sighed as you took hold of the dress box, your cheeks starting you shake the apples of your cheeks, smiling ear to ear as you finally held it in your hands. ‘Wait for me.’

‘Do you even have to ask, love?’

Returning a smile you hurried away, the dress screaming to be worn as you couldn’t believe that your frame would wear something so beautiful and of such good quality from decades ago. A decade that had long been your favourite. Wearing a piece of history, brought to you by a vampire everyone seemed terrified out of their minds.

When you finally got the dress on and fixed your hair as well as jewellery, you headed back downstairs. Your heels carrying you differently; at least you thought. Klaus still stood by the entrance outside, eyeing something in the front yard.

‘How do I look?’ You called out, his head turning in an instant.

‘Like the sparkles of an ocean on an early summer morning.’

Your heart fluttered. Never had you heard anything so romantic. Whenever you asked someone they simply said pretty. Barely paying attention to the way you looked but Klaus, Klaus looked at you like a canvas. Paying attention to every detail like he was an artist, captivated by his creation. Ready to hang it up to admire it all year around.

Arriving at Mystic Falls High School you already saw that the grounds had empty liquor bottles laying on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over. You almost were a victim. As for the people in this crowded area, they reminded you of the beer bottles: empty and pretty useless. But they were carefree; unaware of the reality that was Mystic Falls.

Every girl looked similar. All wore short flapper dresses and headbands only the colours differentiating them from one another. They looked beautiful but repeativness got boring fast. You however shined. A white satin gown, thin straps, insinuating your chest, the fabric gently hugging your curves as it pooled at your feet. Paired with a beautiful pearl necklace and a white fur scarf that completed the look. Simple but classy.

Walking up towards the entrance, you locked eyes with a certain someone you tried to ignore the entirety of the evening, but he saw you. The glare in his eyes causing you to stop in your tracks, his raven hair that blended into the night coming closer.

‘Didn’t expect to see you here, Damon.’ You mused, your right arm hooked with Klaus’, your other hand on his shoulder as you smiled at Damon.

‘Go home.’ Damon stated, his eyes drilling holes into your soul.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do.’

‘Actually I can,’ he smirked, his stupid grin spreading heat through your limbs. ‘I am your legal guardian.’

‘Only ‘cause you killed Uncle Zach,’ you snapped, taking your arms from Klaus’ body, stepping closer to Damon, asserting yourself against him. ‘Not very guardian like?’

Damon’s head scanned the surrounding area, making sure no one could listen in. ‘Don’t cause a scene, Y/n.’

‘Don’t patronise me.’

‘Again,’ he tried suppressing his voice, ‘don’t cause a scene and go home.’

‘No.’ You snapped. ’I am going to my school dance which by the way I have more of a right to be at than you, and enjoy dancing with my date.’

‘Date from hell…’

‘Well then he isn’t much different from you after all,’ you placed your arms back in Niklaus’ arm, giving Damon a sarcastic smile. ‘Move.’

Damon didn’t move, instead he stepped closer, his eyes continuing to stay on you, his lips pressed together.

‘You heard the lady,’ Klaus said. You didn’t look at his face but you could tell he was smirking at Damon. ‘Move, Damon.’

Klaus and you stepped past Damon, walking towards the entrance, the music increasing in volume as you stepped through the door.

Down in the gym, people were already dancing. Music blasting through the room, balloons, tinsel and much more of the decorations the walls and floor carried that you dragged yourself to every Tuesday and Thursday, dreading to move. Rather wanting to participate in every girl’s favourite subjects: English and history. Walking towards the dance floor you saw Damon walking up to Alaric, their eyes on you as soon as Damon whispered something and you knew that their eyes would follow your every move.

‘What are they saying?’ You asked Klaus, your eyes still on the pair as you started swaying in rhythm. Bodies close as you felt the warmth of his body.

‘Talking about various ways to ruin our night and all the ways they can kill me.’

You pushed your tongue against your teeth, staring straight ahead into Klaus’ shoulder. ‘Damon, I know you can hear me,’ you started to whisper. ‘Leave me and my dating life alone. I’m 19 years old, not six. And don’t you dare try to ignore me or roll your stupid blue eyes at me because I will rip that little smug of your face.’ You turned around to see Alaric and Damon go towards the punch table, visibly irritated on your behalf yet still they took the hint and backed off for now.

‘I knew there was a reason I liked you.’

‘Sorry?’

‘Don’t hold back on my account.’ He chimed. ‘Feisty women are my weakness.’

‘I’m feisty?’ Not a word generally used to describe you.

‘Hmm, also confident; unsure; great company; an amazing dancer and best of all, not intimidated by me since the second you met me and found out who I was.’

You hesitated before speaking. Was it rude to ask such an invasive question? Would he answer it? Would it spark his mood to change?

‘Why is everyone so afraid of you?’ You asked in a careful tone, not sure if the vampire would switch up on you.

‘I do terrible things.’

‘People do terrible things all the time.’

‘I created new sins.’ His deep eyes gazed at you, his soft plumpish lips leaving every word ingrained into your mind, begging to know what his lips would feel like lingered onto yours.

‘Such as…?’

‘Let’s not get into it, love.’

‘I can handle it.’ You separated your body from his, staring up at him. ‘I have heard what you have done but I’ve also seen your actions: listening to me, talking to me and making me feel interesting, getting me a dress to a school dance I wasn’t planning on going to.’ You smiled slightly. ‘That takes a heart to do.’ You placed your hands above his chest, tapping lightly with an almost jestful tone. ‘And you have a pretty strong one.’

Klaus gazed at you ever so gently, his eyes flickered to your lips as his mind turned hungry at the thought of your kiss. Not craving the taste of warm blood, freshly pumped out of a human vein. No. He craved you in a way that was unfamiliar to him. Klaus wanted you to be close to him, to feel your heartbeat so close it would beat in union with his. To feel your lips on his skin, the taste of your skin without the blood. The thought of tasting your blood left an uncertain feeling in his stomach; quease mixed with disdain. He didn’t want to hurt you or leave a scratch on your skin. All he wanted was the moisture of his lips to sit upon your skin. Light, gently, accepted.

The sound of music faded when you realised you were leaning in. His eyes felt like paralysing poison as you inched closer. Your heart beat in your throat when his face came closer too. He too wanted this. You could feel his breath ricocheting off your face, and when your lips met the music stopped. His lips kissed you gently, coming back for more as one his hands slid towards your face, holding you delicately as the other went down to your back to support you. Your hands moved to his head, grabbing a handful of hair as you parted your lips to let him get a better taste of you. Your mind was blank, your stomach filled to the brim with butterflies that duplicated every second he was touching you; flattering their tiny wings as the space to move began to decrease. Every kiss grew more passionate. Air was flowing out, barely catching breath as he felt like the air you were supposed to breathe all along.

Separating from his touch you let yourself breathe, your chest falling and rising as you held his eyes, too beautiful to be true. Eyes that belonged to a killer that just held you like you were the most delicate flower.

‘Can we go somewhere more quiet?’ You leaned in, your social battery slowly decreasing as you craved a quiet and still place to be with him.

Klaus brought you to his mansion he bought a few weeks ago, saying he was to stay in Mystic Falls for a while. His house was filled with artworks of the most incredible artists. Each piece crafted to perfection.

Guiding you to a back room you took notice of different materials and colours. Canvases and easels to hold them up. One painting was finished by the look of your eyes. It stood on an easel in the middle of the room, close to a candle light that shined just enough to admire the painting.

‘May I speak out loud my interpretation of this painting?’ Your eyes scanned the framed piece, the candle gently casting a light above the painting. ‘I know that artists want to be understood as they pour their thoughts and feelings onto the canvas, yet someone else saying out loud what the artist was too cautious to say themselves, can evoke an uncomfortableness. That someone truly understands them is more often an artist's greatest fear.’

Klaus stood by your right shoulder, silently gazing at his painting from behind your frame. His silence, his breath, made you turn your head to the side. Just enough to catch his breath on your cheek, just enough to let the corner of your mouth tip curl, allowing you to feel his intimacy.

‘I suppose the painter felt lonely whilst crafting their piece. The way dark colours engulf the lighter ones. The way the colours meet but never mix,’

His hand gently brushed along the curve of your shoulder, giving you the insight of Klaus’ guard let down when he was immersed in his art.

‘Careful and precise strokes show me the delicacy behind the fragile thoughts that are meant to be the painter’s release. The small firefly, so tiny its illuminating glow is barely caught with the first impression of the painting, is fascinating to me. Despite the painter’s sadness and pain, there must have been something in the moment that compelled them to leave behind something so coruscating. Something tells me that the painter is trying to find their way. Whether it be to themselves or to someone.’

‘The way you analyse art, Y/n, is beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?‘

‘I suppose I find beauty in darkness quite fascinating…painting or painter,’ you placed your gloved hand on top of his. The warmth of his skin pervasively fighting through the silk fabric.

‘The firefly I must admit is you. You are the firefly in my thoughts. You glow amongst the darkest part of my mind. Just the mere thought of you makes me feel like I am a different man even if I don’t want to change…’

You turned around and gave Klaus a sweet but quick kiss. ‘You don’t have to change. I like you for who you are and I must admit, this night has made me realise just how much I actually like you. It feels fast but safe at the same time.’

Klaus returned it with another kiss. ‘Normally I like a chase but I simply need to be yours.’

‘Would you ever draw me?’ An innocent question, soft- eyed waiting for a response. A small smile sweeping across his face.

‘I actually already have,’ he said, his cheeks a fair rosé, barely noticeable to anyone who didn’t pay attention but you, how you took notice of every detail that made him him.

‘You have?’ You grinned. ‘Why?’

‘I mostly paint things that mean a lot to me,’ he took a look at his paintings. ‘Mostly landscapes…and you…’

It warmed your heart but you didn’t show, only the palm of your hand pressing into your other, love overflowing your body.

‘I suppose one day I should return the favour, though I cannot promise you’ll look anything like the real you.’

Klaus let out a laugh, his eyes smiling like the crescent moon of night that shone over his garden outside. Eyes sparkling like the stars.

‘Would you like another dance outside?’ He asked, noticing your longing look at the porch, illuminated by fairy lights that left a magical feeling within you.

‘I certainly would.’

Holding out your hand you followed him outside, the slight cold breeze nothing but relaxing as you swayed with Klaus again. This time it felt nicer. Alone, just the two, surrounded by nothing but darkness and crickets of the summer night giving your silence a nice touch of tone.

‘I want to give you something,’ Klaus searched for something in his pocket. When he finally pulled it out he continued to say, ‘This vial contains vampire blood.’

You stared at the vile, red liquid calming floating behind the glass.

‘It’s my brother Elijah’s blood.’

Doe eyed and furrowed eyebrows stared back at him, ‘Why not yours?’

‘If I could, trust me I would. For a vampire there’s nothing worse than blood sharing with someone’s partner,’ he held your gaze. ‘But if I gave you my blood, little one, you would die.’

‘I don’t understand? Why would I die?’

‘Well here’s some information only my family and one witch know…I’m a vampire and a werewolf. A hybrid. If I were to feed you my blood you would die the next day. Bad blood.’

‘Oh,’ disappointment covered your words, weirdly enough bummed that it wasn’t Klaus’ blood you would be carrying around to protect you in case you needed it.

‘This blood is here for whenever you decide you want that change in your life you talked about.’ Klaus’ finger grazed against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. ‘I like you, Y/n and I won’t compel you to take it. I like you and if I could I would spend eternity with you. I know it hasn’t been long but you feel good for me.’

Your lips caught his. ‘Of course I will wear it.’

‘Make sure to keep it safe.’

‘I will.’ You hand found his face, giving in once more into temptation, his sensation too good for you.

You played with the vial between your fingers, a wave of warmth rushing over you as you realised just how much you liked Klaus. But as much as you liked him it was getting late…

‘I think it’s best that I go home. It is late and Damon and Stefan are probably going crazy…’

‘I’ll take you home.’

Klaus dropped you off just before the door, watching as you safely entered the Salvatore house. And before the door even closed you could hear Damon’s taunting voice echoing through the halls of the boarding house.

‘Where have you been?’

‘With my date.’ You carelessly threw the keys to the side, walking past Damon to try and get into the kitchen to get something to drink.

‘You can’t date him, Y/n.’ Damon growled, his eyebrows pulled to his eyes as his voice grew louder. ‘He’s a bad person.’

‘Who cares?’ You uttered, pouring yourself a drink as you watched Damon pace towards you.

‘I care!’

‘Since when?!’

‘Since always!’

‘Damon,’ You breathed. ‘I love you, I truly do but are you so blind to not realise that you too are a bad person? You used Caroline; killed Lexi, Stefan’s only friend; Uncle Zach? Why can those actions be excused by literally everyone yet apparently Klaus is where we all draw the line huh?’ Words spilled from your lips as the pit in your stomach started to burn a ball of annoyance. ‘Because he shows no remorse at all? Newsflash neither did you and just because you feel it now doesn't make your actions any more excused. I like the way he is. I like the fact that he is a bad person but a good person to me. Someone that finally pays attention to me!’

Damon stayed quiet, his face obvious to the hypocrisy that everyone was participating in yet he was still angry at you and the fact that you were capable of making your own decisions no matter how bad or good they were.

‘If he hurts you don’t come crying to me,’ Damon turned around to walk away.

‘Oh please as soon as I cry because of anyone that person ends up hurt. If you’re trying to pretend not to care about me, good luck.’

‘You wish.’

‘Ah fuck,’ you whinced, a wave of pain shooting through your finger.

Damon’s vampire speed brought his feet back to you, your hand in his as he took a look at what pained you.

‘Told you so,’ you mocked.

‘Ass hat.’

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Did I Forget to Mention?

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day Twelve Prompt: "Did you hear that?"

Summary: Nik's SO *might* have forgotten to tell their Mystic Falls friends about their relationship with a certain hybrid. But it's not going to stay secret for much longer.

Word Count: 2,381

Category: Fluff, little bit of Angst

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"Okay, I'm calling it! Semesters suck, I'd give anything to be on a quarter system if it meant not having homework on spring break."

My friends laughed, even as I groaned and collapsed back into the couch. I got one week to take a break from school, and a small window to reunite with my friends back in Mystic Falls who'd all gone to Whitmore. We were supposed to spend the whole week having fun starting tomorrow morning, but they'd surprised me by showing up at my house tonight to get the party started early. Unfortunately, a few of my classes had given me homework, and I couldn't give in to spring break until I took care of it.

"I have a feeling you're gonna be singing a different tune in May when you're out of class and we've all still got another month left," said Bonnie with a smile.

"You're just lucky we want to enjoy the break with you," Elena added. "Otherwise we'd be getting payback for you showing up to campus during finals week to 'relax and tan'."

"Hey! I also showed up as moral support, thank you very much!"

"How was that morally supportive?" asked Caroline.

"I brought you coffees! And I was exemplifying the light at the end of the tunnel for you guys, when you finished your tests and could join me in summer fun!"

"Oh! Okay, of course," said Caroline in a tone that I knew should make me concerned. "I forgot, you're right. We'll go make some drinks and leave you to finish this, maybe play some music, so we can model that spring break fun, light at the end of the tunnel for you."

"No," I whined, flopping back onto the couch again. "Point taken, and I'm sorry. Just please don't leave me to this homework alone."

"We won't," Elena reassured me, reaching out to rest her hand on my arm. "But... the three of us might make drinks anyway."

I groaned, grabbing a pillow and burying my face in it. Finally, I sighed, sitting upright again.

"Fine. You know where all the stuff is. Just... try not to get so buzzed you tell me to edit a bunch of ridiculous stuff into my paper, okay?"

"No promises!" chirped Caroline as my three friends all stood. I sighed, but before they could get any further out of the room, a loud thud came from the direction of the kitchen.

All three of us froze in our tracks. We'd spent way too much time dealing with supernatural headaches not to go on high alert after something like that.

"Did you hear that?" hissed Caroline. We all nodded, so I gestured for the four of us to head towards the kichen and check it out.

If it was a vampire, it had to be one who'd already been invited in. If it was a different kind of supernatural creature, between the four of us, we should probably be able to handle it. Still, it never hurt to be cautious. Surprises happened all the time, and they could be deadly.

We took up positions just outside the kitchen, then Caroline counted us down with her fingers. When she dropped the last one, all four of us whirled around the corner, ready for action.

I stopped dead at the sight of Klaus Mikaelson hovering by my kitchen island, my heart dropping in my chest. Caroline and Elena both looked ready for a fight, but Bonnie beat them both to it. She raised her hand, and Nik dropped to the ground, holding his head.

"Stop!" I cried, rushing forward and yanking Bonnie's hand down. She stared at me, shocked, outraged, and confused, but to my relief I saw Nik stand up out of the corner of my eye.

Silence settled over the kitchen. Every single person was looking at me, my friends all with incredulous looks and scowls, Nik with a faint smile. For my part, I actually found myself wishing I could go back to my classwork. Just as long as I could be anywhere but here.

Unfortunately, I didn't get my wish. Nik took a deep breath in, and I knew if I didn't speak quickly, he'd take over the explanations for me. As bad as this situation was, I knew that would only make it worse.

I'd been invovled in the Mikaelson drama with the rest of my friends while they'd been living in Mystic Falls, but once they left, I hadn't really given them much more thought.

That is, until I ended up going to college in New Orleans. Klaus and I had run into each other at an art exhibit, and it functioned as a kind of neutral territory. We were both pretty opinionated, and we'd ended up spending the most of the day together, first talking about the exhibit but quickly moving on to other topics, too. We'd had a strange kind of reconnection, although we hadn't really been connected in the first place, and within a few weeks he'd asked me on a date and I'd said yes. We'd been dating since that freshman fall, and recently, I'd caught myself thinking the word love more than once. But I'd been serioiusly, seriously putting off telling my friends back home.

I'd managed to dodge telling them for two whole school breaks now. But apparently, with spring break, my luck was finally running out.

"Alright," I started, holding up my hands before Nik could jump in. "So... Nik and I have been... together... for a while now. We ran into each other again in New Orleans and just kind of hit it off. I didn't want to tell you guys becuase, well... I didn't think you'd take it well."

No one said anything for a moment, like my words were on a slight time delay. Then, all three of my friends started shouting at once.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Out of every single person in New Orleans, in the world, why the hell did you pick him?"

Nik stepped up beside me as all three of my friends had their reactions. Honestly, I couldn't blame them. It was a justified reaction, especially after how seriously they'd been blindsided. Nik didn't seem the least bit phased as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"I'm sorry, love," he muttered into my ear. "I didn't realize your little friends were over."

I just sighed. "It's not your fault, Nik. I should've told them a long time ago. Don't worry, they'll be fine."

As one, our attention returned to my friends, who were now glaring at the two of us. I grimaced, but Nik seemed to enjoy the negative attention. He grinned and pulled me in closer to his side.

Bonnie looked on the verge of using magic again, and Caroline seemed about two seconds away from charging Nik to start a fist fight, so I gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently stepped away from him.

"Guys... I'm sorry. I should've told you a long time ago, and I shouldn't have put you in a situation to find out like this."

"Or, how about you shouldn't be dating the guy who tried to kill us all in the first place!" Caroline shouted, unable to contain herself anymore. I grimaced, but didn't step any further away from Nik.

"That's... a fair reaction. But seriously, I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been. And it's not like he's trying to kill any of us anymore-"

"At least not right now," chorused Nik and Bonnie in sync, with two very different tones to their words. Bonnie fixed him with a fierce glare, and I winced.

"Okay, maybe we should all sit down and talk," I said. "Or the four of us can talk, and I can ask Nik to come back later-"

"No way," said Caroline, raising her hands and taking a few steps back as she shook her head. "If he's staying, I'm not."

"Caroline-"

"I need a walk."

With that, she turned and vamp sped out of the house. With a look at me, Elena followed her. Bonnie started drifting in that direction, too, but she paused first, with a scowl at Nik before giving me a slightly less hostile look.

"I'm glad you're happy. Really, I am. But you might want to consider the cost that happiness is coming with."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I sighed the minute she was out of sight, slouching against the corner and sighing. That could've gone much, much better.

"They took that better than expected," mused Nik from beside me. I groaned, and I heard him huff a laugh.

When I straightened up and met his eyes, however, I noticed the slightly guarded expression behind his eyes. It had taken a lot of work to get good at reading Nik, and I still couldn't do it with 100% accuracy. But even so, I knew he wasn't nearly as calm and unaffected as he looked right now.

I sighed. My friends weren't the only people I needed to have a serious conversation with.

"Nik..." I started, taking his hand and settling into one of the stools at the kitchen counter. I pulled him onto the one next to mine, scooting closer until our knees were pressed together and I could keep him close for this conversation. "I'm sorry. I should've told them a long, long time ago. And I want you to know... I didn't tell them because I didn't want to deal with the reaction I knew they'd have. Not because of anything to do with you."

Nik's eyes flickered, scanning my face. I gave his hand a squeeze, but I could tell we weren't out of the woods yet.

"Isn't their reaction everything to do with me?" he asked, his voice low and serious. I recognized the edged glint in his eye as something that usually spelled trouble. I sighed.

"Their reaction is because they don't like you, yes. But my decision not to tell them had nothing to do with you. I would've been just as hesitant to tell them I was dating a guy they didn't like in our class at Mystic Falls. But with you... I should've told them earlier."

"And why's that? You wish they hadn't found me in your kitchen? Wish you could've told them while I was a few states away, so no one would have to face the reality of the two of us being together?"

"No, Nik. I mean, yes, I wish they'd found out differently than this. But I should've told them earlier because... because I have serious feelings for you. And they're serious enough that I don't want to hide them or you. Ever."

Nik raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth lifting up in the faintest hint of a smile. I smiled too, recognizing the shift in his mood.

"And what, exactly, might these 'serious feelings' be?"

His tone was mostly teasing, but I decided to take it seriously. I took his other hand, then pulled both into my lap, holding them tight. I met his eyes, making sure he understood just how much I meant my words.

"I love you, Nik. I've been feeling that way for a while now. I'm honestly happier than I've ever been, and you're a big part of that. I love my friends, and I know they'll come around eventually, but until they do? That's their problem. You mean the world to me, and... I mean, yeah, like I said. I love you."

A smile had been growing on Nik's face, and by the time I finished, it was a full-on grin that I only got to see from him every once in a while. He pulled me closer, off of my stool until I stood between his legs, chest to chest with him.

"You love me, do you?"

"Yeah." I nodded, my heart beating out of my chest in my rib cage. I felt pretty confident that Nik returned my feelings, but that didn't take away any of the nerves. "Can't you tell? You're supposed to be able to hear heart rates, aren't you?"

Nik chuckled, pulling me even closer to him for a kiss. I melted against him, happy to feel him smiling against my mouth as his arms wound around my waist. After a few breathless moments, Nik pulled back just enough to speak.

"I love you too," he said, his voice low and his breath fanning against my lips. "Don't worry for a moment that I don't. I would do anything for you. And it's a bit ridiculous how much I mean that."

I smiled, closing the distance between us again as I kissed him.

"I'm glad you came to visit me," I whispered when we paused just long enough to take a breath. "I'm glad my friends know. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad you know I love you."

"I agree with all of the above," Nik said with a smirk. "And I'm glad your friends are gone, and that we have the house to ourselves."

Nik leaned forward to deepen the kiss, but I leaned back. I put one hand on his chest and grimaced. He raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem, love?"

"...I may or may not have a paper to finish. Tonight."

"Are you sure it has to be done tonight?" asked Nik, his voice low and silky smooth as he ran a hand over my hip. I just sighed.

"Yeah, babe, I'm sure. But... if you can help me get it done, then I'm all yours for the rest of the night."

Nik pulled back quickly, looking at me with one eyebrow raised and an eager expression on his face. I put a hand to my mouth to stifle a smile at his 180 degree mood shift.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get that paper finished, love. I've got quite a few ideas for tonight."

I just laughed as I followed Nik into the living room. I had a feeling we were in for a rough ride the rest of this spring break dealing with my friends. But I really did love Nik. I was happy with him, and if we could find a way to stay together in our own little bubble of bliss despite the crazy supernatural shenanigans in New Orleans, I knew we'd be able to figure it out in Mystic Falls, too.

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Female vampire reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You and Hope are assigned to go to Mystic Falls high to get rid of a monster while hiding your relationship from the super squad and basically the whole school.

Warnings: swearing, killing.

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"...So, in conclusion, one of the teachers at Mystic Falls high is a werewolf, or a creature that fits those perimeters" Alaric concludes to you and the rest of the super squad. Though you may or may not have zoned out half way through him talking.

You twirl a section of your hair between your fingers as you continue not paying attention to what the others are saying until you feel a kick to your ankle.

"Hey!" I look up. "What was that for?" I drop my hand from my hair. "Well, you didn't hear us the first couple times" Lizzie shrugs, she's the obvious one who kicked you.

I roll my eyes, "Well, I'm paying attention now. What?" I look around at everyone.

Alaric sighs, "i was saying how you and Hope are to go to the high school to figure out the werewolf teacher problem." Alaric crosses his arms, irritated.

"Oh, so kill the teacher. Now that I can get behind" I perk up slightly in the uncomfortable chair. "Now-That's not exactly, uh-" he falters. "Do you want the problem dealt with or not, old man?" I cross my arms, cutting him off. "Yes? Great, good job everyone, I'm starving" I don't give Alaric time to answer before getting up and start to walk away from the group.

"We can do that?" Lizzie asks, standing up as well, following you to the door that leads out of the office. Alaric sighs, dismissing everyone else from the meeting, knowing nothing else is going to get done now.

After you leave the room, you hear footsteps approaching you as you walk to the kitchen. "Hey, Hope" I say, not bothering to turn around as I open the fridge.

"How'd you know it was me?" She asks, her eyebrows slightly scrunched up. She leans against the closest kitchen prep island.

I turn around, an apple in my hand, closing the fridge door. "My secret powers" you smirk, raising a brow. "Uh huh" Hope playfully rolls her eyes.

"Nah, I could smell you" you say before biting into the apple. Hope falters, not expecting that response. "Do I smell bad or something?" She leans over and sniffs at her armpits.

You swallow the apple. "No, I've just gotten used to what your personal scent is I guess? If I were to give it a name. I dunno. But it's not a bad smell" You shrug before taking another bite.

"Oh, okay" She brushes it off, not knowing if she should be flattered or offended by that. Maybe flattered?

She pushes herself off the island before coming over to you and wrapping her arms around your torso from behind. "How much of the meeting did you actually listen to?" Hope lays her chin on your shoulder.

You pause, about to take another bite. "Would you believe me if I said the whole thing?" You ask, unconvincingly. "Nope" Hope immediately says. Which in all fairness, she isn't wrong about this.

"Okay, so it may have been the first minute and a half and the last part" I confess before continuing to eat the apple.

"That's what I thought. But on the bright side, we'll have some time together not needing to hide our relationship" Hope leans closer and kisses the crevice of your neck a couple times.

You lean into the kisses she places on your skin. Though, it's short lasting as your ears perk up at the sound of someone nearing the kitchen. "Quick, someone's coming" you whisper urgently.

Hope quickly releases her hold from you and goes back over to her old position leaning against the prep island. At the same time, you shake off the feeling from before and bring the apple back up to your mouth.

The person in question is Josie. She enters the kitchen, faltering shortly once she sees you guys in there already before perking back up.

"Hey you two." She says before going over to the cabinet and grabbing a Tylenol bottle. "Something wrong?" Hope asks the siphoner.

Josie shrugs as she opens the bottle, "Just cramps" she answers. "What are you two doing. Other than eating an apple" She turns back around from putting away the pill bottle. "Some talking" Hope answers for the both of you nonchalantly, not letting anything slip that had actually happened with her answer.

"Cramps?" You ask Josie. "Yeah, I'm on my period" She answers before swallowing the pill with some water. "Oh, those" You nod while throwing the apple core into the compost bin.

"Right, you don't get them, huh?" Josie points in understanding.

"Yeah, one of the joys and perks of being a vampire" you nod, hopping up on the island beside where hope is standing with a soft smile.

"What time are you guys going tomorrow again?" Josie asks while putting the glass she used in the sink. "We're leaving at 8 in the morning." Hope answers.

Your eyes basically bulge out, "We're at what time now?!"

Josie and Hope both chuckle at your reaction. "Well, I'll let you explain that, good night" Josie walks out of the kitchen. "Night" Hope answers as you're still gobsmacked about the early time you guys have to leave. Not just wake up at, but leave at.

"You okay there, babe?" Hope chuckles. I slowly turn to face her. "No, why so early? Are they wanting to torture us?" You tell her.

"I think Dr. Saltzman just wants us to leave at a time so we'll get there in time before the bell rings for school to start. So we're on time." Hope latches onto your hand after you jump down from the island.

"That is so gonna suck" You groan as we head out of the kitchen. "I'll make sure you get up bright and early. You groan again, making hope laugh.

You guys make your way up the dorm hall where your rooms are located right next to each other. You say good night before separating into your own rooms.

It's the next day and you don't know how, but you're sitting in the driver seat of the car and parked in front of Mystic Falls High. The whole morning is a blur of yawns and Hope quite literally dragging you out of bed.

"Were at literal hell" You shake your head slowly in disbelief at being at the school. "It won't be so bad" Hope nudges you before opening the door and getting out of the car.

You groan before taking the keys out of the ignition and leaving the car as well. You click the button, locking the car as you walk over to Hope. "Where's your bag?" She asks, not seeing one slung over your shoulder in your hands. "Good question. Oh well. We both know if I don't do any work at our actual school then I'm not gonna do any here" You tell her.

Hope nods her head in reply of knowing your antics and that you're right. "And yet you get good grades. How's that possible?" She asks as you guys walk into the building.

All you do is wink in return before turning back to look around the halls and the teens littering the halls. You scrunch your face up in discomfort and annoyance of being around so many people.

"I don't even want to know" Hope gives up and puts that away to ask about later while you guys aren't around hundreds of other people.

"Okay, so we're looking for a wolfy teacher. All we got to do is see which one of the old bores give Taylor Lautner vibes" You talk to Hope. "Please tell me you're kidding" Hope looks at you with an incredulous face.

You look to her with a shit eating grin. "Aaand, you're not" She tries not to laugh.

"Do we really need to go to class?" You groan, not liking the idea of sitting in a classroom in a school that reeks of teenagers going through puberty.

"Yes, if we want to get a feel of which teacher is the you know what, then we have to go to classes." Hope sneakily grabs your arm and drags you into the classroom, the number of which she recognized from the time table given to her from Alaric.

"Ugh, kill me now" You groan loud enough so that only Hope can hear as you guys sit at the lab desk beside each other. "What class is this specifically? Please don't tell me it's biology."

Hope looks away, trying not to make eye contact with you. "It's fucking bio, isn't it?" You ground out. Hope slowly turns back to you, "..yeah" She let's out.

"Fine, okay, but if I start to fall asleep, make sure the teacher doesn't see" You tell her. "Easy enough" Hope nods. I lean against her side, laying my head against her shoulder.

From behind us, two boys wolf whistle. "Oh fuck off you twats" you look over to them, making them flinch with the boom of your voice. In the process you also startle Hope by accident.

You realize and look back over to her. "Sorry, I should've given you warning" You apologize. "It's okay. Try not to do that when the teacher's in the room though" She smiles. "Good idea, don't need them all on my case. There's no way I want lectures from stupid human teachers" I say.

Hope nudges you in your side. "What? it's the truth" you say, putting on a 'nice' smile. "Uh huh" Hope says, holding back another chuckle.

As class starts and the teacher drones on, it's clear that the old lady is definitely not a werewolf. You almost drift off into sleep but startle yourself back awake before you almost hit the table surface.

Before you know it, the bell rings, signaling class is over. Looking over, you see Hope putting away a pen in her pencil case. "Did you seriously take notes?" You say, seeing the notebook page covered in what you have to assume the lady was teaching during the class.

"Yeah, it was really interesting actually" Hope closes her notebook. "Well, good for you, babe" I pat her shoulder while getting off the stool chair.

While leaving the classroom, you watch as a man walks by with a crazed look. You notice the brief case and put it together that he must be the werewolf teacher. "I think we found our..guy..." You look over to where Hope was just standing beside you. "Where did you go" you groan and start to sense out where your girlfriend is.

You soon find yourself in the girls bathroom. Hope is with another girl in front of the bathroom mirror. The girl hands her a headband accessory before saying bye and leaving out the door behind you. "What was that about?" You ask as Hope put the headband that apparently has cat ears on them on her head.

"That girl pulled me here and gave me some makeup tips and this headband. I think it's cute" Hope turns to you with a smile on her face.

"Huh. And while I think your adorable with that on, I think I found our teacher werewolf. He was going down the hallway with the yellow walls." I tell her.

"The English wing? Let's go" She follows you out the bathroom. "How do you know it'd the English wing?" You ask her as you guys turn down the hallway.

"It's on the time table sheet Doctor Saltzman gave us." You shoot her a confused look. "That he gave me" Hope re-iterates. "Ah, makes sense, I would've thrown it out."

"Exactly" Hope grasps onto your hand, happy she can do it here without anyone hounding you guys about your relationship.

While you make your way down the hallway, you listen in on what's happening in the classrooms. Soon, I pause. There's a rustling sound in the janitors closet. There are groans and something that sounds like a jar crashed against the ground by being knocked over.

Hope follows your gaze to the janitors closet and walks behind you as you go closer. You reach out to the handle to open the door. "Please don't be teens making out, please" you whisper so only you and Hope can hear.

You grasp on the handle and swing the door open. What's displayed is the same man from before, clearly agitated and rowdy. He's got a wild look in his eyes from the full moon being later tonight. "Oh thank fuck. It's just you, Wolfy" I let out a sigh of relief.

"How are we going to do this? Without causing a huge disturbance." Hope asks from behind you. "Like this. Duck!" Hope follows your orders immediately.

As soon as the werewolf is about to attack you, you claw your own fingers into the back of his neck and throw him over to the lockers across the hall. Before the werewolf hits the lockers, you vamp over and hold him by his throat and squeeze. Hard.

The next minute, the head de-taches from the body, successfully decapitating him. Hope shudders as pulls a grossed out face as you do so, the body dropping to the ground in a thud.

"Well, at least no one else will have to suffer through his classes anymore" You shrug your shoulders and tilt your head while holding out the head to look at it better. "Now, for this" You pull out a syringe from your pocket and jab it into the gums above the sharp fangs. slowly pulling back the suction tube, the venom fills the syringe bottle.

"Why do you need werewolf venom?" Hope stands back up, inching away from the body.

"For the next time the dumbass vampire boy jock jackasses annoy me" You answer simply. "Okay, should've guessed that" Hope places her hands on her hips.

"That was fun. Time to burn a body" You lift the body over one of your shoulders with the head still in your hand. With your free hand, you grab onto Hope's shoulder and vamp the two of you into the forest beside the school.

Once you find a clearing, you stop. "Sorry for the non warning" You tell her, dropping the body and head unceremoniously on the dirt. "It's okay. Good thing is, no one saw what happened. Incendia." Hope sets the body and head on fire with the spell.

"As well as we only had to go to one boring class. I say we skip the rest of the day and play hooky" You tell her, smirking as the body burns to ashes.

"That actually sounds like fun" Hope sighs and leans into you. You kiss the side of her head before trekking back to your car in the school parking lot.

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