#she really locked the one part of herself she liked in elena and continued to give the rest of herself to the very streets

[lilacerull0]

[starshipsofstarlord]

Petrova

summary - games were always katherine’s intentions, and as the prized possession and girlfriend of her nemesis and doppelgänger elena gilbert, she just had to have you (2.7k)

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni, fingering, cheating, swearing, slight degradation, mentions of katherine’s past

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There was one that hated your girlfriend with a deadly intent; her name was Katherine Pierce, she was a destructive vampire, who had taken much a toll on people's lives. It was her life goal to make people sufficiently miserable, for she felt the same, she had been chased for her bloodline for hundreds of years by one of the most powerful families. Her ignited hatred was directed towards Elena Gilbert, the woman that you were dating. Elena was a spark of joy in the darkness that often gloomed over Mystic Falls, she was a symbol of eternal mortality that often had your body intertwined in comfort, however there was something in regard to Katerina Petrova that made your heart rapidly beat, and your palms grow sweaty. They shared the same appearance so perhaps that could have been why you were so drawn to her, but you knew that wasn't it all alone; the aura that she carried was addictive like a drug, it was understandable how both Salvatore brothers had fallen for the promiscuous vampire, claiming to love her at times. And whilst your feelings were not that strong towards the strong immortal, lust encased you each and every time that you thought of her, even if you were in the company of your own girlfriend, of whom you were currently with.

Her locks were straight as she combed her hands through the brunette strands, she was seated by the window in her bedroom, a familiar book beholden in between her fingers as she scrawled on the pages with ink that dispersed from the black pen that she was using. Her journal. It was filled with many secrets and first hand experiences of the dangerous encounters that she faced, and most people would be driven by the darkness inside of their souls to look inside, but you were not, you assumed it was because when it boiled down to it you had your own secrets that you had no intentions to share with Elena, and that you understood that on a personal note that there were some things that people preferred to keep private. And thus, you respected the space that she needed to release her thoughts as you lay on her bed, removing your gaze so that it was aimed up at the ceiling, and allowed your mind to drift away to your own secrets. It went back to Katherine, as though she were a sickness that you just couldn't shake, and that was a rather accurate way to describe it. Admittedly you felt quite an arise of guilt as you were splayed upon your partner's bed thinking of another woman, it wasn't right nor fair.

A part of you wished that you could tell Elena the truth about how you felt, you loved her and you had no goals to hurt her in the way that expressing your dark attraction towards her doppelganger would do. She continuously compared herself to her vampire counterpart, and you didn't need to make her feel any more insecure about their relation and indifferent outer appearances than she already did, and so you sat up, dragging your eyes over to Elena again. The way that she was so invested and lost in recounting her experience was beautiful, it was as though everything, but her body had abandoned this timeline, and that she was becoming a part of the past all over again. It caused a content smile to appear on your face; she was all that you needed, and thus you stood from the bed and began to walk towards her, catching her attention. Her opal brown eyes focused on you, lifting up from the paper she had scribbled upon as she put it on the side beside her. "It's getting rather late, I think I should head out." You told her to which she stood, enclosing the space between the pair of you, unaware of why you were really leaving. The guilt was still eating away at you, and until you awoke in the morning, it would remain there, tomorrow was going to be a fresh start, you planned not to think about Katherine whatsoever.

A small crush never hurt anybody, but this was deeper than that, and would be to Elena also. The best thing to do would be shake all remnants of emotion out of the truth, and prioritise the relationship that you were currently in. Elena wound her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies closer together, and if it were in her fashion you were sure she would have pouted, but that was definitely more of a Katherine thing. "Okay." She spoke with a smile, not suspicious in the slightest which was a major relief. "I'll miss you, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at cheer practice." To put an all-consuming finale to her words, she conjoined your lips, and that was how Katerina Petrova left your mind and was diverted elsewhere in your brain. Your hand weaved into the back of her perfectly styled hair, inherently pulling her closer to rouse more passion into the kiss, ensuring that she knew that you loved her although the pair of you hadn't said those words yet. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for her, but you forbade yourself from saying such a meaningful sentiment until she was the only one that made your stomach churn and your heart coil from impact of ravenous beats.

Finally, the pair of you split apart, your lips dragging along one another's one last time until that was it. "Bye babe." Your fingers caressed her arm as you retraced your steps out from her room, descending down the stairs and out of the house, to where you saw Jeremy talking to Alaric by his truck. You sent them a wave on your way off the drive as you walked through the streets of Mystic Falls all by your lonesome; it'd have been a stupid thing for just anyone to do, however you knew of the dangers that lurked when the sun set, and to be accurate whilst it was still in the sky. Vampires had the tactical advantage of daylight rings which therefore allowed them to perform their stalking of prey whenever they wished, and they would not disintegrate to ash for it. There was a feeling tugging at your gut when you got closer to your home that you were being followed, you whipped your head around but to no avail saw anything. Either it was all in your head or whatever had an idea to pick you up for dinner knew what they were doing, you had a suspicion of the latter and thus picked up your pace, wanting to get inside to avoid a run in with a bloodsucker.

However you should have known that it would have realised that you had caught onto its almost invisible advances, and one you were about to head down the last turning to reach your home, a hand grabbed you, tugging you into the area between two houses. A tired sigh fell from your lips; you'd recognise that intoxicating perfume any day, you'd spent hours trying to get this particular vampire out of your head and when you had finally managed to do so, she chooses to track you down. "What do you want Katherine?" The brunette cocked her head at you, snickering lightly at your question, as though she were amused by interlocking two brothers to be in love with her, which she had done before. And now you were her target, she would strip you down to your very core until you were a withering servant to her heart, and make you forget all about her doppelganger. She was far more interesting anyways, and exciting and could show you far more than the small town girl that you had committed yourself to.

But you loved Elena, she was the one that you knew logically you could have a future with, rather than being on the run with for the rest of your sorry life. "I thought it was obvious," she carried a sprawled and prideful smile upon her features, as her chocolate eyes probed at you for a selfish purpose, and you felt adequately drawn into her sultry trap. And the worst thing was, you couldn't find it in yourself to be swallowing guilt, she had captured you and intermingled your essence into her deviousness, even after all of the horrid games that she had played. You should of resented everything of her entire being, considering her satire feud against your partner and friends, however her very personality beneath her traumatic past made you evoke pity for the woman.

Sighing heavily, you kept your eyes fixed, forcing them not to roll at the suspension that she purposely left you with. "You aren't getting anything from me Katherine, so knock off the act. Leave me and Elena alone, maybe occupy yourself with Damon and Stefan as you once had; you've already ruined their lives, so allow the rest of us to get on with our own." But despite your words, that wasn't what you'd ever admit that you wanted, you loved the adrenaline that you experienced when you were in her resented company, it was dangerous and exciting, and you hated that you felt addicted to it - to her. She cocked a fragrant smile once again, her irises illuminating with deviancy, which was nothing estranged from Katherine's usual self.

"I don't care about little, precious Elena," she blankly and openly stated, daring to inch closer to your personal space which you had previously accounted to be forbidden. "However I am quite enamoured with you, perhaps you'd enjoy 'spending time' with somebody who is more exhilarating than Elena." Katherine Pierce was a confident woman, and she enjoyed putting Elena in where she thought to be her place, however you couldn't cave without a dire purpose, you did love Elena... but the sweet pungency of her perfume hit your nostrils, making your brain delirious and no doubt your actions swayed by her vixen like seduction. "Come on y/n/n, live a little. I'd be pleased to be her upgraded replacement, after all, I always get what I want."

"And you want me?" You pretended to sound astounded, an aghast facade of shock exhibiting across your face as your brows drew wearingly together. But you weren't nervous about Katherine's actions, you wanted to have control over your own, to be stubborn against her effective persuasion. Too many had fallen victim to her cunning sexual appeal, and whilst you couldn't fault them to the magnetising tug that she pulled them in with as you were conditioned with the same plague, you couldn't do that out of not only the respect that you held towards those you cared for, but yourself as well. But your body fought aggressively against your rationalising mind, desiring to be dangerously closer to the immortal woman before you.

"I haven't been vacant about that fact," she once again moved closer, her face directly before yours, "and I can't blame myself. I've always loved the chase after a beautiful woman, but the time is up and the game is finally over, because Elena or no Elena, I will take what I want, just like she did with the Salvatores." She was using the mention of Damon and Stefan to bait you, you remembered watching them pine after your girlfriend and it awoke a fuse within your human soul. Jealousy, you shared the feeling of which the vampire in your eye line held for your relationship with her soft natured doppelgänger, and it brewed a heavy weight in your chest. She had you exactly where she had intended, and she took it as her vast opportunity to whisk her face significantly closer, brushing her poisonous lips against your own.

"Then prove it Katherine." The sin washed over you, and before you knew it your body was against the uncomfortable brick wall behind you, her mouth practically devouring your own. And you hated to pursue such a cheat, but Katherine always had a point, no matter how cruel and satire it was to be. Your heart patted in your vulnerable body like a blood induced marathon, and the monster in disguise could hear every beat, and it only aroused her slyness farther. It would be sensible and a control of your morals to stop kissing her, but the way her hands massaged your hips had you squirming in conjunction to pressing your thighs together that were trapped from a sexual relief.

It was her intention to prove everything to you, and your muse of a body, she could sense through all of her versatile abilities that she was driving you stirringly insane. "I told you I get exactly what I want." She hissed from the barricade of your clashing teeth, her hands creeping inwards and creeping up to the button of your jeans, expertly zipping down its metallic fly. You were already wet, and although she knew already knew due to her stern direction of scent, it held no comparison to feeling your wetness drizzle wantonly down her fingers that had discovered the inside of your underwear.

She twirled her experienced digits around your folds, before drifting upwards to your sensitive clit, that yearned for attention every time that the enemy that shared an appearance with your girlfriend was near. "Fuck." You whimpered, throwing your head back and resting it on the neighbourhood architecture, pouting when she decided to neglect your rosey bud of pleasure, however she had no discern to uphold the desperate contact that she shared with you. Instead she travelled further between your spasming thighs, drifting the length of her finger through your wet entrance, and it easily glided inside.

"I doubt Elena has ever had you like this, holding pretty tears in your eyes." She taunted you, smirking wickedly when she added another within your walls, picking up the pace in which she fucked you with them. You wanted to bite back, yell or scream a phrase of argument, but your current predicament proved otherwise. You grew closer to the overwhelming edge, your head growing delirious, and you realised that you had never been pushed towards an orgasm so fast in such little time. "Cum for me y/n, you know you want to." It was impossible to do anything but obey the dominant brunette, and thus you followed suit of her words, your cunt clenching tightly around her two fingers as you reached your blissful landing upon your orgasm.

A few minutes passed before she retracted her fingers from within you, your mind continuing to be hazy for a long and silent moment, and you missed witnessing Katherine feeding herself from your juices that had spilled over her fingers. As you opened your eyes despite the dreary wash of endorphins that stunned your mind, reality came crashing down, and you ushered a distance from Katerina Petrova, your hands grasping at the realisation that appeared to be in your hair follicles. "Shit! Elena..." You were a cheater, as bad as Katherine back when she toyed with the brothers that had been poised as her puppets, and you had fallen as her prey.

"It's okay, it can be our little secret. And so can next time." She agonisingly attempted to comfort you, reaching her hand up to grab at your face, however this time you didn't hesitate to slap it away, overcome with guilt that should have stopped you from swaying along with her ploy of getting in your pants, and intently your heart. "No." You ushered back at her, imposing a state of redress upon yourself as you recoiled with disgust at yourself. "It shouldn't have happened, and it won't ever happen again." But the traitorous villain before you had the feeling that you were telling a lie, as she had told many in the span of over 500 long and disturbed years whilst she ran away from those that wished to hunt her. They were bigger predators, Originals, but you were merely a human, and the target of a spiteful vampire that would take everything she wanted.

[zalrb]

idk if this is an umcomfortable ask, i'm sorry if is but with steferine coming up a bit recently i was wondering which are some of the steferine sex scenes your most proud of from your stelena+steferine fic? cause i know you said writing sex scenes is super tricky with finding natural dialogue that doesn't just seem corny and unnatural. (i think you nailed it by the way! it all seemed very sincere and in character for the story. just like what they would say and do in those scenarios.)

Oh, with the amount of things we've talked about on this blog, trust me, this is not an uncomfortable ask so dw 😉

Steferine sex scenes, hmm ... I will choose three.

Their scene in "Kill" because I'd already written them doing quite a bit in the previous parts and so I was like, how am I going to keep this fresh and dark but still in character for Stefan specifically with it continuing a cycle without it being too repetitive of what's been done/said in the parts before and also for Katherine figuring out a way to, in her mind, beat Elena and beat Rebekah, which is through the intensity of their dysfunction and the intensity with which Stefan fights the urge to take things too far because with Elena he'd never do that and with Rebekah (specifically in the 20s) he was already off the deep end so it's that struggle between both that Katherine's like, oh yeah, this is mine, and I think I found a really fun way to do it that also didn't undercut Stelena:

“Fine,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him. “So then fight for me. Keep me from walking out that door. Make me stay here.” 

            Katherine’s eyes glinted with a primal kind of malice.

[...]

She walked out of his room but then found herself backing into it again. Stefan had intercepted her in the hallway, blocking her path, and started walking, guiding her back to where they were a moment ago. His expression was dangerous. Katherine’s skin tingled. He was doing what she told him to. Keeping her from leaving. But she needed the words. She needed his surrender. 

“You want me to stay here,” she said. “Say it.” 

He took a hold of her, his grasp tight enough to break the bones of a human, and kissed her violently, bruising her lips, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, making her knees buckle and head swim.

There was no affection, just an angry passion. She pulled her mouth away and slapped him hard across the face, splitting his lip, her fingernails clawing his skin with one sharp rake that left scratches on his cheek. His eyes reddened and veins darkened his face, his upper lip curled as fangs descended. Katherine grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to her, kissing him again, pushing him to a wall. She bit his tongue, making him wrench away. Reacting instinctively, he grasped her throat and lowered her to her knees. She looked up at him with excitement, her eyes daring him.  

He blinked rapidly and his irises were back to their normal green, the veins disappeared from his face, his fangs were gone. Now that his senses had returned, he let go of Katherine but his hand, trembling, still hovered around her neck, as if itching to continue. This, Katherine thought triumphantly, he’d never do, never have to do, never feel with his precious Elena. Or that wench Rebekah. This battle within himself, that belonged to her.

2. One of their first scenes in "Toxic" when they're starting to get into their rhythm and Stefan threatens to break the door if she doesn't let him in, just because I think it's a hot scenario, lmao, and I could absolutely see Stefan just being very matter-of-fact about it, like it's happening

Stefan immediately went to open the door but it was locked. He waited for her to open it but she stayed where she was, her body bowing off the bed, delighted at seeing his taut expression, his stillness. She knew that his quietness, his lack of reaction only proved how aroused he really was. She started to pant and then –

“Let me in.” 

Katherine grinned and continued, turning her head even further to the side so he could see the agonized pleasure contorting her face. He flexed his jaw and looked her in the eye.

“Katherine, I will break this door.” 

That elicited an urgent noise from her, which only inflamed Stefan further. He exhaled, frustrated. She smirked and when Stefan saw her eyes cloud as she edged closer, he broke off the door handle, banging the door open with a force that made the glass shatter.

3. Their scene in "Blood" because I didn't expect the reaction it got from readers of the series, I didn't realize they'd find it to be so hot and so heartbreaking for Elena lmao

Could he do it? And then, like the week before, the belt was around her neck and he held onto it like a leash. She waited, still looking up at him, and he tugged her forward, into him, and then she surprised him as she sank her teeth into his inner thigh, making him curse. She moaned as she drank and he panted, smashing his fist against the brick, making a hole in the wall, instinctively pulling on the belt, tightening it around her, making her groan and feed, making him dizzy with the carnality of it all.

Did this make Katherine his or did it make him hers? She’d had him in 1864, she’d had him drunk on her, blinded to her, infatuated with her, yearning for her, and then she’d killed him. Condemned him. How to make up for that? How to get her back. For that. The confusion made him want to conquer her, possess her, for good. No blurred lines.

Somewhere, he knew he should resist. Stop this game. Stopping would be what proved something. But it was a distant caution in comparison to the immediate, overwhelming pleasure radiating throughout him from the source of her bite. She started massaging him as she fed and his free hand was twisted in her hair and he licked his lips, tasting her blood, as she drank his, pulling on the belt, and he hated himself as much as he relished the pleasure and he wanted to leave and he wanted to stay and —

“Oh my God, Stefan!”

[hellonexrth]

001. faithless philosophy elena gilbert: one-shot tw: cheating

Elena Gilbert was not unfamiliar with grief. In fact, it felt inescapable, like every person in her life would be taken away from her at some point in time. Her parents, Jenna, Jeremy. The very idea of her having a family was against the universe's wishes. Damon was supposed to be different. A vampire who had died many a time before, he was supposed to be a permanent fixture in her life.

After the deaths of Klaus and Elijah, the vampire felt lucky to have kept her family together. She'd reached out to her friends suffering, Caroline and Hope, to let them know that she was always just a phone call away, that her door was always open should they need anything at all. That extension of support, her willingness to be there for those in need was, somehow, met with retaliation. Something Hope had to prove. To her, to her own family, she didn't know. But it had cost Damon his life. The worst part was this: Elena didn't need to be shown. If anyone understood grief, if anyone understood the need to turn everything off and disappear, it was her. So why had Hope felt the need to take one of the only people the vampire had left down with her?

She still couldn't wrap her head around the situation, couldn't make heads or tails of it. Couldn't process the overwhelming feeling of anger she had that made her want to find a way to kill the tribrid for what she'd done. A feeling she, of course, would never actually act on, but she couldn't help the hatred that rose to the surface whenever she thought about her husband's demise.

Even as weeks passed, those feelings continued in full force. Grief, despair, anger. Time didn't seem to make them fade in the slightest. So when a friend suggested packing away some of Damon's stuff in order to clear her mind, she got started on the project almost immediately.

She'd packed away a lot of his stuff already. In actuality, he really didn't have all that much for someone who'd been alive for so long. Most of his clothes could fit in just a few boxes, and when she started on his personal items, it was immediately apparent that he only kept things that really mattered.

In a small wooden box tucked away in his closet, she found the vervain necklace she'd been given by his brother in high school. She pulled the dainty chain out of the box and let it hang in front of her as she admired it. So many stories surrounding such a small piece of jewelry. Unlatching the locket took effort, but eventually, she was able to flip it open and reveal the dried vervain inside. Carefully, she dumped it into the trash before putting the necklace on. How long had it been since she'd worn the thing? It had to have been years. Maybe a decade or more. Why had Damon kept it locked up in a box in the closet when it held such sentimental value to her?

She picked up the small box and sat on the bed with it, pulling out other items from her and Damon's past. Underneath a picture of them from their wedding, she found a small stack of folded parchment tied up with twine. Letters. Curious. Did it count as snooping if the person was dead? If you'd spent your life with them and thought they hadn't kept any secrets?

With deft fingers, she untied the string. In counting, there were nearly twenty letters in the small package, each about a page in length. She unfolded the first one and found a familiar script. Not Damon's, nor her own. Passages like I miss you and it was a mistake, but I can't stop thinking about it, and even I love yous in looping cursive font, signed at the bottom by one Bonnie Bennett.

She dropped the letter like she'd been stung and leaped from the bed, pacing back and forth across the room she'd shared with a man she trusted with her entire being. There had to be some mistake, right? Certainly, her best friend hadn't been in love with her husband? Unable to help herself, she combed through the remaining letters. All from Bonnie, dated back through 2015. Before they'd been married, before they'd adopted Theodore together. When she'd been asleep, when Damon and Bonnie had both been dead. The letters painted a picture of a long, arduous affair to which Elena had been clueless about.

Water droplets fell on the page she held. She was crying, her face soaked with tears she barely noticed. She flipped through the pages again and again, looking for some hidden message, some code she was missing, some just kidding! or other note that would prove this was all some sick joke. But clearly, it wasn't, it couldn't be. He'd kept these letters along with her necklace and other personal items with great sentimental value.

The vampire hesitated. She wanted nothing more than to burn them, to rip them to shreds, and to scream at the top of her lungs. She was an idiot. How could this have gone on so long in the background without her knowing? How could two of the closest people in her life have been lying to her all this time? And he was dead and she couldn't even confront him, couldn't even yell at him to his face, couldn't tell him off for all the lies. It all stayed in a tight ball in her chest with nowhere to go but down, deeper and deeper until it felt like it could suffocate her completely.

Without taking a moment to think, the widow snapped a picture of the letters and sent them to Bonnie with no message attached. Staring down at the screen of her phone, her legs tucked close to her chest, she watched as the bubbles appeared and disappeared for what felt like hours before she received a short message that said only: I'm so sorry.

She threw her phone across the room, shattering it against the wall on impact as a scream loosed from her throat and the tears came faster than before. Dropping her head onto her knees, she continued to cry. Because what else was there to do? There were no fights to have, no marriage to save, he was already gone. And she was alone and angry and betrayed, and all she could do was grieve the man she thought she knew, the marriage she thought she'd had.

[high-supernatural]

Memories

Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character

Word Count: 1918

Warnings: typical tvd themes, S.Assault hints, crying, soft kai, a lil boob touching, Stephan drives her off a bridge

Summary: She finds out the real story of what happened to her after a near-death experience. Kai agrees to comfort her in her own way.

(I wrote this with “she/her” instead of “V” because this is the last part I’ll be writing as a series, the rest will be written as one shot’s with she/her pronouns because if I continue to work on the series it’ll become an entire novel. So instead of writing a novel, I’ll just write the big plot points as one shots after this)

Another couple of weeks had passed since their ritual. Almost every day that would pass, they would go out and look for answers for what they saw and would come up empty handed.

One day they finally found something that could lead them to another lead for answers – an ancient necklace that was owned by a witch in her distant bloodline that could allow her to connect with the original owner. The only problem was that the necklace was worn religiously around Elena’s neck as a gift from Stephan.

That wasn’t really a problem for her. She didn’t really like Elena much, and Elena didn’t like her, but it wasn’t hard to get close enough to grab it since they both hung out with the same people.

That’s exactly what she did. She kept it with her for a week, waiting for a specific celestial event to happen for the spell all while dodging calls from Stephan and Elena accusing her of taking it.

She took to the woods by herself on the night before the celestial event to find the perfect spot under the moon to preform it. Just as she was about to make her way off the trail she was struck by a tranquilizing dart in her neck, knocking her out cold.

She woke up in the passenger seat of Stephan’s car, “oh, good, you’re up,” he said shutting his phone off.

Her vision was blurry, but she knew who it was and was annoyed to say the least.

“Have you seen Elena’s necklace?” He asked as if he already knew.

She blinked to focus her vision, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rubbed her eyes.

Stephan leaned in, “here’s what’s gonna happen… you’re either going to tell me where it is, hand it over, or I’m going to hold you here until you do.”

“You’re really about to do all this for a damn necklace?” she asked, still very annoyed.

They went back and forth for a while about how it’s “Elena’s necklace,” and how crazy Stephan was to host a hostage situation over it before he turned the car on, “ok, you don’t wanna tell me where it is, fine,” he slammed on the gas, “you’ve been a cosmic pain in everyone’s ass since you showed up in Mystic Falls by the way. We’re trying to rid the town of chaos and mischief and here you come…”

Stephan was driving at what seemed to be over 100 miles an hour with a crazy look in his eye, “so nobody wants to tell me where it is, I’ll drive you off the bridge and find it myself,” he spat.

“You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t drive someone off a bridge over a damn necklace, Stephan, plus if I do have it, you’d be losing your chance to get it back if you do,” she said unphased by his threat.

“That’s only if nobody wants to tell me. It’s really no sweat off my back if you live or die but… hey maybe Kai knows where it is,” he said as if he had just thought of the most iconic solution and dialed Kai’s phone.

As they approached the bridge, she began to take his threat more seriously. All she heard was muffled noises as adrenaline of being driven off a bridge kicked in.

She yelled panicked knowing Kai was on the phone, “Kai just tell him where the stupid necklace is he’s gonna drive me off the bridge.”

“Too late,” Stephan muttered with a smirk as the car flew into the water after he jumped out.

She tried to roll her window down before the car hit the water and was fully submerged, but Stephan had the window locks on, so she had to crawl over to the driver’s side to roll it down, throwing her against the wind shield and knocking her unconscious again as she got the window halfway down.

Just like the time she held her breath and an unknown entity came over her when she rescued Enzo, the same thing happened here. While she was unconscious the car fully submerged into the water for minutes until the entity awoke her and struggled to break the window open through the slowness of the water.

She remembered none of this. She awoke on the rocks only remembering being driven off the bridge and a replay of the things that had happened to her that Kai made her forget.

She sat there coughing up water and trying to catch her breath as the replays engrained themselves deeper. She knew she couldn’t deal with it right now though, she needed to get back to the motel for the necklace, so she started walking her way back to the road.

She walked expressionless until Kai drove up beside her and got out,

“What happened,” he asked throwing his hands up as he walked towards her.

“I don’t know, Stephan threw a fit about the necklace and thought it was reasonable to drive me and his car off the bridge,” she said silent and expressionless, darting her eyes not to look into Kai’s.

Kai looked at her, realizing that for the first time in probably forever, he was pissed about something because it had happened to somebody he cares about, but he still didn’t know what to say other than, “well, are you okay,” silently kicking himself for asking after he realized how big what happened was compared to the question he asked.

“Yeah, I just wanna get back,” she mumbled and went to open the door, but Kai grabbed it quicker.

She was silent the whole way back, something that was unusual for her normally.

They drove into the parking lot of their motel and Kai stopped her before she could open the door by grabbing her arm, “hey, are you good,” he asked, “you didn’t say anything the entire way back and you love to talk.”

She was still expressionless, “I’m good, I just need a minute,” her voice was almost robotic.

“Talk to me…” Kai tried to speak but was cut off.

“I’m about to freak out, and it’s not gonna be cute,” she spoke with a little more seriousness to her robotic tone, “so just give me a minute,” she began to walk towards their room.

He had never seen her like this before. They would usually make jokes the whole night whenever something that would typically be traumatic happened, but this time she seemed as though she was here physically but elsewhere mentally.

She made a beeline to the bathroom before Kai called out “let me know if I can do any—” she shut the door, “—thing.”

She stood at the sink and placed her hands on it to steady her balance as things began to look blurry and lightheaded. She tried rubbing her eyes to make the feeling go away but it kept getting stronger as her chest felt heavier, head felt heavier, and memories of that night months before screamed at her.

Kai leaned on the doorframe to hear what was going on but couldn’t hear anything.

She stood, taking deep breaths before it got increasingly harder to breath and gave into the onset hyperventilation and inevitable tears.

Kai knocked but she didn’t answer so he opened the door to find her with her hands in her hair, breathing fast, with a concerned expression.

She didn’t even hear him walk in at first until she felt a presence behind her as he went to touch her arm. She sat on her knees slowly before Kai could touch her, “Kai I can’t breathe,” he sat on his knees in front of her and put his hand on her head, unsure of what to say.

Grabbing his wrist to pull his hand into her lap, gripping it tightly she put her other hand on her chest and coughed, “I can’t breathe…. Why can’t I breathe…” she let the tears fall before placing her arms over her head and leaned forward until she was leaning against her elbows on the floor so she could catch her breath without having Kai see her cry.

Kai gripped her shoulders and pushed her up to look at him. She covered her mouth with one hand and squeezed her eyes tight, trying to return back to the position he moved her from before he stopped her by keeping his hands on her shoulders, “tell me what happened,” he spoke softly, gently removing the hand she had over her mouth.

“I remembered everything—” she sobbed harder and put her hand back over her mouth, leaning into Kai, “tell me it didn’t really happen,” she sobbed.

Kai knew what she was talking about now and pulled her to lean against the wall with her head on his chest as she sobbed more.

“Tell me I’m making stuff up, or that Stephan has sick humor, tell me someth—” she couldn’t finish her sentence before burying her face back into Kai.

He stared at the wall in front of him as if he could feel what she was feeling, “I can’t,” he whispered, causing her sobs to get louder,

“That couldn’t have happened… I wouldn’t have let that happen… it couldn’t have been me, maybe I just witnessed—”

He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she hid her face in her hands on his chest, “it did, V… I’m sorry, I wish I could tell you different… I’m sorry…” he had a look of remorse as she moved her hand to her scalp as if to cover her ears from what he was saying and placed his hand in her hair with her.

“I gave you different memories, I didn’t want you to remember but something must have triggered it earlier…” he spoke fast and buried his forehead onto the top of her head when she kept sobbing harder, “I should’ve been there…”

“What do you need me to do? Tell me and I’ll do it, anything… let me make it better,” he rubbed his hand on her back to comfort her, but she was too lost in her mind to notice, “you can’t make it better,” she cried.

He sat with her and let her cry until she couldn’t anymore before taking her to their bed.

She pulled his arm as she laid down or else, he wouldn’t have know if he should lay beside her or not. This whole situation was completely new to him, and he only wanted to make it better but had no idea how.

She laid on her side and pulled his arm around her for comfort.

Kai buried his face in her hair by her ear, “what can I do?” he asked again.

“Make me feel something else…” she teared up again.

“What do you mean?” he whispered and rubbed his hand on her upper arm.

“All I can feel is their hands on me and I cant get rid of it,” she choked up, “so maybe if I feel yours instead—” she placed her hand over her face to avoid crying again.

“shh… it’s okay,” Kai whispered surprisingly sweet and kissed her hair, “where do you want ‘em?”

She lifted herself up to place an arm under her neck, laying her head in the crease of his arm and slid the other to her chest.

She fell asleep as Kai gently rubbed from her chest to her stomach repeatedly, occasionally kissing her hair in between.

[leianaberrie]

In chapter 3 of Long Shadows when Kai is dragging the Scooby doo gang for being murderers that Bonnie enables I was just clapping and nodding my head. Ugh I WISH. SO. BAD. WE. SAW. THAT. ON. TV.

I would love to see a conversation where Kai is all “you were hellbent on trapping me only to let a man-pain serial killer out.” I would’ve love to see Bonnie snap out of her servitude role to the salvatores/gilberts/forbes. I would love her to really sit and reflect on her choices and to grow from that and become a person that doesn’t bail their idiotic asses out of every mess they get themselves into.

Honestly when Bonnie came back from 1994. She came back to a mess. With Steroline having their humanity off. Which in turn made damon harass her about letting mama rippah out. And it’s just one of those things that I just…. I sigh deeply and facepalm every time i think about it.

Bonnie’s reaction to no-humanity steroline should’ve been livid. Her reaction to damon attacking her cause she “put herself first” should’ve been livid. She should’ve been so over the scooby gang at this point. After watching her father get killed, her grams get tortured by spirits, being the anchor, she had to deal with all that alone. No humanity switch cop out for Bonnie. She should’ve just rolled her eyes at stefan turning off his humanity for the billionth time. And then the fact she helped a ripper like Lily out is also never addressed. She never questions why this info was withheld from her. Better yet the writers make it so that Bonnie doesn’t even ask why Lily is in there in the first place.

For some reason Kai is the only one who has to pay (Which is fine that’s part of why I liked him). But these other characters continue to get enabled.

Anyway this was a really long way to say thank you for bringing this up in your fic. LOL

Long Shadows was such a big wish-fulfilment trip for me because I got to put everything in it that canon refused to give us.

I feel that Julie set up Bonnie as Damon's best friend just as Elena and Jeremy were being written off, to tie Bonnie to the Salvatores. For the past seasons, Bonnie had helped them and tolerated them because of their connection to Elena. With her gone, Julie was ensuring that Bonnie's loyalty, and therefore her agency and her magic, would belong to Damon. There's a servitude/slavery metaphor in there that is just too ugly for me to go into details now.

Bonnie was a wreck when she returned from 1994 and the show doesn't deal with this. We're supposed to believe that locking Kai away solves this, and that's, frankly, bullshit. Bonnie's mess didn't start from the 1994 Prison World. It started earlier when she was an Anchor for almost a year, and suffered debilitating agony everytime a supernatural died and passed through her. Before that, she was a ghost for the entire summer. She died before she graduated, and her dead body hugged her father. Before that, she almost lost her mind due to Expression. Before that, she lost her magic and actually died, trying to restore Elena's humanity. She found her mother, only to lose her again when Damon turned her into a vampire. Bonnie's trauma has been happening for a long time, but because the show never delves into accountability, especially when it comes to the protagonists and how their actions affect Bonnie, and will never allow Bonnie to self-examine how she keeps making choices that endanger and harm her for people who don't do the same for her... We get the storyline where all of Bonnie's trauma is because of Kai and once she gets her vengeance on him, she's healed.

In reality, and this is what I tried to do with Long Shadows - Kai is just an unlucky (for him) mixture of being the last straw in the long line of traumatic events and being a convenient scapegoat for Bonnie to project her feelings of damage and betrayal on, because the alternative would be to turn her anger on her friends.

Damon manipulated Bonnie and Kai into getting Lily out, and the show never deals with that. :(

[seaofghouls]

Resident Evil Village WKM AU

PART 1

Taglist: Nobody. Comment to be tagged!

Warnings: Bullets, Guns, Monsters, Tranquilizers, Blood, Gore, Descriptions of serious injuries, ect.

The stuff you'd see in Resident Evil. ------

“Long ago, a young girl went to pick berries for her father who was hard at work. The forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence. The bushes empty. Yet, determined to find the berries, the little rascal broke free of mother’s grasp and vanished into the trees. Mother’s worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on, over vine and under branch and into the forest deep.

Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled mother’s scary tales and her throat became bone dry. Then the bat lord appeared. He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing. “Come child, quench your thirst.” He said. So she drank the thick dark blood and smiled with joy. Passing through the graveyard, menacing storm clouds loomed and the air turned bitingly cold. The girl was shivering in her thin clothes.

Then, a Dark Weaver appeared and with a click of his fingers, crafted mist into a beautiful dress. “Come child, warm yourself.” He coaxed. So she clothed herself and smiled with joy. Across waters deep and ominous she went, hoping a boat she found would take her home. But hunger’s grip tightened and her hunger grew heavy.

Then, the fish king appeared and offered one of his many fins. “Come child, eat your fill.” So the girl ate and smiled with joy once again. Continuing on, she soon entered the forest’s dark heart. Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear. The creature said nothing as the girl approached.. And snatched what she thought was another gift.

The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters. Terror filled the girl’s heart as a wild wind rose around the beasts. Suddenly, a witch appeared! Dark, yet regal. “Gift we gave, but more you took.” She snarled. In a blink, the girl was trapped in a mirror, forever.” “There, she’s asleep.” He finished, holding a baby.

“What is with the creepy story? She’s only six months old. Especially the part about being trapped in a mirror.” Y/N asked with a huff.

“The woman at the store said it was traditional. A local tale. Besides, Rose doesn’t seem to mind.” Damien gestured at the sleeping baby in his arms.

“Because she doesn’t understand it, thank god.” Y/N sighed.

“We moved here so she wouldn’t have to deal with that, remember?” Y/N frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with my memory.” Damien slightly snapped.

“Maybe I’m being paranoid. I’m just cautious, y’know?” Y/N said.

“Then, go cautiously take your daughter to bed.” Damien smiled, handing them the baby.

“I’ll finish dinner.” Damien gave Y/N and Rose both a kiss on the head.

“It’s alright, Rose. Your father doesn’t want to remember. I can’t blame him.” Y/N mumbled.

“Did you say something, dear?” Damien called out.

“Nope! I’ll put her to sleep.” Y/N called back.

Y/N carried Rose up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her into the crib, Y/N smiled. “Don’t worry Rose, I’ll be right downstairs. I won’t let those scary fairytale monsters get you.”

Y/N gave her a kiss and walked back down the stairs.

“Is she doing alright?” Damien asked as Y/N walked back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping like a- well, a baby.” Y/N giggled.

“Mm, smells good. What is that?” Y/N asked, referring to the meal that Damien was cooking.

“It’s clorba de legume, a local recipe.” Damien said.

“Wow, you’ve gone full native, huh?” Y/N smiled.

“Local wine, too.” Damien smirked.

“If you’re going to be grumpy all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any~.” Damien teased.

Y/N sighed as Damien poured wine into two glasses.

“You really need to stop worrying.” Damien said.

“It’s just.. Everything happened so fast, y’know? It’s a bit stressful.” Y/N frowned.

“Well, at least we’re all here together.” Damien gave a small smile.

“You, me, Rose, now everything’s going to be-” Y/N interrupted him.

“Seriously? You think we can just forget what happened in Louisiana?” Y/N asked.

“It happened so long ago. I just- I don’t understand why you are so-” Damien was interrupted by a bullet.

In his shoulder.

And then, what seemed to be hundreds more lodged into him.

“Damien!” Y/N cried. The lights were cut out, the blood was everywhere.

There was no coming back from that.

“Damien-! Oh god.” Y/N cried.

Hiding under the table, Y/N was covering their mouth as they looked up to see who did this.

“Abe?! What the hell?” They barked.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Abe shot at Damien’s body more.

“No! What?! Why?!” Y/N sobbed.

“Ghk-!” Y/N gasped out as they were shot with tranquilizer darts.

----

Y/N slowly cracked their eyes open with a groan as they heard a phone going off. They lurched over to unburry it and answered it.

“Is the package secure?” The other end asked.

“What the hell is going on here? Where is Abe and Rose?” Y/N demanded.

“You are not authorized to-” The phone cut out.

“Curses!” They spit.

They began to walk around, turning on their flashlight that they had.

Crows were hung from the trees and the van had crashed.

They found a house and decided to explore it. Nothing of use on the main floor.

Or in the house for that matter. Just blood stains and a trashed home.

“..What did all of this?” Y/N sighed.

By the time they got out, it was morning. They’d never been so happy to see daylight. God, that house was creepy.

“Where the hell am I?” Y/N questioned, looking at the giant castle ahead.

Walking into the town below, it was abandoned. It was utterly trashed and empty. They ran into a man hiding inside a house. He shoved a gun into their hands.

“It’s all I can spare.” He said.

“What the hell’s out there?!” Y/N pleaded, but got no answer before whatever was outside grabbed the man through the roof. They fell through the floorboards into a bit of bodies.

“Aghk-!” They cried.

“Oh god.” They cried.

Bodies littered the floor.

“..Jesus Christ.” They muttered.

“Agh-!” They howled in pain as a beast attacked them, tearing off three of their fingers.

They were thrown out of the basement into the open world, their hand bleeding out, missing fingers.

“What the hell was that?!” They cried.

“N-no! Stay back!” Y/N pulled out the gun the old man had given them and started shooting at the beast. It fell over and bled out after a few shots.

They realized they were trapped. They decided to look around the village for any keys to open the locked gates or ways out. They were able to cut the lock open on the gate blocking them with lock cutters and other various items they found around the village of death.

They heard a radio announcement about traveling to Luiza’s house for safety, so they decided to do that while picking up useful items that they ran into.

The beasts were everywhere. They were able to wrap their bleeding hand in bandages they found. They had quite a few close calls including the beasts.

They got cornered and tumbled into a lake while bleeding out surrounded by monsters before they all stopped all of a sudden and ran off when an old woman seemingly saved them.

“W-wait!” They tried to chase after the lady.

She went off on a tangent with a creepy smile. “The bell tolls for us all! They’re coming again!” She closed the gate.

“Damn it.” Y/N cussed.

The only part that Y/N was paying attention to was the fact that their daughter was in the village.

“I’ve got to find her.” Y/N said.

They continued to travel through the village, shooting at monsters. Damien’s death was still heavy on their mind.

They found a daughter and father in a shed. They found a way to get them inside and close the gate. Luiza greeted the three at the front door, albeit with a man pointing a gun at them before Luiza shooed him off.

“You’re not from this village, are you?” Luiza questioned.

“Uhm, no. I’m Y/N.” They said.

“If Elena trusts you, then so do I. Come inside, Y/N.” Luiza said.

Luiza led them to the main part of the house where the others were hiding.

They certainly did not get a warm welcome.

“There is no safe! Every sorry person out there has been ripped in half!” A man cried, his alcohol swishing from side to side from inside the bottle.

“That’s enough.” Luiza declared.

“Let us pray for those still out there.” She said.

They all joined in a circle, praying to whatever god there was out there.

Y/N started to get a bit freaked out when the old man they had helped inside started laughing and screaming in agony. The house was lit on fire after he knocked over a lit lantern.

People started to crowd the old man asking if he was okay or what was going on.

Y/N gasped as they realized. He was no longer human. He was one of the monsters.

“Oh no.”

He slaughtered almost everyone in the main room as Y/N took Elena’s hand and ran into the hall away from the fire and the beast.

“Elana, we have to go!” They yelled.

“Let them go!” Elana cried, shooting her dad in the head as he was on top of Y/N.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry father.” Elena whispered after she shot him a second time.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. That thing wasn’t your father anymore. You did the right thing.” Y/N comforted Elena.

The beast groaned and garbled as floorboards fell on top of it causing more fire to spread. Y/N slammed the door he was in and comforted Elena as she cried.

“We’ve gotta get out of here. He was already gone.�� Y/N patted her shoulder.

After looking for a while, Y/N found the truck keys.

“Damn, the fire’s moving fast. Elena, get in the truck with me.” They said.

They crashed through the wall using the truck.

The fire surrounded them, Y/N bit their lip.

Looking up, they narrowed their eyes. “Nowhere to go but up.”

They helped Elena climb up with them.

“..Elena..” A garbled voice called out.

“Father?!” Elena ran towards him. Y/N tried to stop her but failed.

“Elena, wait! That’s not him!” Y/N cried.

The floorboards were cracking.

Elena ignored them.

“Elena, take my hand!” They ordered, holding out their hand to grab.

“Y/N, go! Save your daughter!” Elena cried.

“Elena, please! Don’t give up! Reach for me!” Y/N said.

Elena fell through the floorboards into the fiery abyss below.

“Damn it!” Y/N cussed.

“Why is everyone dying on me?!” Y/N cried through gritted teeth as they climbed out of the burning house.

Y/N saw the old lady again so they ran up to her.

“Death. Death has visited them all!” She cackled.

Y/N disregarded that. They accidentally walked into the gate of the castle. Digging into their bag, they realized that they had the two keys to open the door. Artifacts, the keys were.

They were about to pull the lever to the elevator when a voice stopped them after they had walked into the castle.

“Well, well. Didn’t think anyone was left! You must be pretty tough, huh?” He had a huge hammer, Y/N observed.

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! You’re not local! Even better.” The man smirked.

“Aghk-!” Y/N groaned as a spear was jabbed into them from out of thin air.

“Mother Celine’s going to love you.” He laughed some more as more and more metals were attached to Y/N until they passed out.

…

They came back to consciousness as they were being dragged and in chains.

“Quit your whining! We’re almost there!” The man assured.

They closed their eyes again, opening them, hearing voices.

“The person is of no real use to anybody else.. And my children do so love entertaining foreigners. Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to enter house Iplier, my children and I shall deliver the finest of blood to you, the finest cups of his slaughtered blood.”

“Out of my way, ugly! I wanna see!”

Y/N was certain there was some deep sobbing mixed in there as well.

“Oh~! They’re awake!”

More deep sobbing.

“Both of you shut the hell up!”

“..What..? Where..?” Y/N started.

“You mean you’ll screw around with him in private? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Give him to me and I’ll put on a show that everyone can enjoy.”

“Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The person’s suffering is assured, regardless.”

“Yack, yack, the person’s privates are cut off in the castle, blah blah blah!”

“I’ve heard all of your arguments. Some less persuasive than others, but.. I’ve made my decision.”

“Benjamin. The person’s fate lies in your hands.”

“Mother Celine, I must protest! Benjamin is but a child and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me and I will ensure they are ready.”

“Shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else.” Benjamin growled.

“Quiet now, child! Adults are talking!”

I’m the child? You’re the one arguing with Mother Celine’s decision!” Benjamin defended.

“You wouldn’t know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!”

“Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!” Benjamin yelled.

“..Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Y/N groaned.

“Fight fight fight fight!”

“SILENCE!” Mother Celine cried.

“My decision is final. There will be no argument. Remember where you came from.” Mother Celine said.

“Thank you.” Benjamin said.

“Lycans and gentleman! We thank you for waiting! Now, let the games begin!” Benjamin announced.

He bent down to Y/N’s level.

“Let’s see what you’re really made of, Y/N Winters.” He smirked.

He slammed his hammer down in front of Y/N and started counting down.

Y/N got up and ran as fast as they could, still handcuffed. Down the yellow tinted corridor echoing the screams of the monsters. They saw a hole in the ground. Looking around, it was the only option. So, they did the only thing they could. They took the leap.

They ran and ran from the monsters when they landed.

“Agh! Jesus Christ!” They cried.

“That’s right! Run for your life!” Benjamin cackled.

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[zodiyack]

Snapping Is Over Rated

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Female!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers?, swearing, angst, mention of murder, mention of the humanity switch being flipped

Words: 1,635

Summary: It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

It wasn’t long before Y/n discovered what her brothers were hiding. In fact, it was hiding that led to her putting two and two together. A poorly hid white oak stake and two very suspicious brothers, my my, what could be the problem?

She knew that they only hid it from her due to her romance with one of the Mikaelsons.

Kol was, like his older half-brother, a little off the walls. Nevertheless, he remained loyal and loving. Their relationship had shown her a good side of vampirism, as well as convinced him that life still had meaning even if he wasn’t a witch anymore.

But, if her brothers went through with their plan, neither of them would have that anymore. So she went out to put a large red stop-sign in the middle of their little plot.

“Gah!” Damon hissed as his younger sister sped in front of him, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Home. Where the hell are you going?” Y/n spat back. She grinned when Damon sighed after studying her for a few moments.

“Uhhh...the Grill.”

“Ah... But, dear brother, the Grill is in the other direction.” Her smile grew wider with the feeling of success. “So, tell me, where are you going? And, please- the truth this time, if you will?”

Stefan walked up behind Damon, turning himself in as he knew they’d been caught. “Damn it. Curse our sister and her inhuman intellect.”

“Don’t curse me for my brains, curse that bitch of a vampire that turned you two as well. Had you not engaged in her games, we’d all be dead and happy in our graves.”

“You could just stake yourself or walk into the sun, ya know?” Damon chuckled teasingly but stopped quickly upon his sister’s dead glare.

“Yes, of that, I am aware. However, you two are also aware of my boyfriend...” She glanced at the bag in Stefan’s hand, somehow already having a terribly accurate guess of what it’s contents were, “A little too aware.”

Stefan sighed, “I mean, yeah. He’s a Mikaelson, Y/n/n-”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t go through with it! Please...Damon?” Her older brother raised his hands in front of his chest, telling her to leave him out of it with a simple sympathy smirk and squint of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously? Have I ever tried to kill one of your girlfriends?”

The brothers thought for a moment before shaking their heads. Stefan looked down to the bag of stakes and back up to his sister, holding the same sympathetic expression as Damon. “I’m sorry. But, Klaus has to die. They all do.”

“No! Kol doesn’t!”

“He attacked Matt, Y/n!” Damon wasn’t one to care for most mortals, but Elena and Matt had been targets of some of the Mikaelsons for a bit of time, and he did end up growing a little closer to the group of abnormal friends, so he made an exception. Unfortunately, he was only willing to let that exception go so far.

“And? You attacked Bonnie! And Jeremy! Let’s not forget Alaric. My point is, we all make mistakes!”

“We all make mistakes, yet Kol has made over a thousand years worth of those without even apologizing. I’ve apologized...for most of them...” Stefan side-glared Damon, whom responded with a jab to Stefan’s side with his elbow. “And, well, my point is that he’s an original who’s just as bad as the other originals. We have a chance to kill the worst of them all, and you can’t stop us.”

She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Usually, family went first, but they were ever so willing to destroy her happiness- to destroy her first ever romance- that she didn’t really care for the usual anymore.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. But, if that’s how you guys wanna play,” the veins under her eyes began to darken and her e/c orbs turned red, “then lets play.”

“Wherever is your little play-thing, brother?” Klaus’ voice rang through the phone. Kol only chuckled in response, continuing to watch as Jeremy failed painfully at baseball. “I take it she has yet to arrive?”

“Well, for one, brother, she’s not my play-thing. She’s my girlfriend.” A sincere look of love washed over Kol’s features; his undead heart skipped a beat just thinking about her. “And secondly, I suppose she is rather late.”

“Would you like me to resort to plan two? I can always threaten the witch’s little boyfriend some more. Perhaps get her to do a tracking spell?”

He thought for a moment, debating his options and the situation before licking his lips and nodding. “Plan two it is. See you later, Nik.”

“Until next time, Kol.”

“Shit!” Damon yelped as he dodged a plate that flew over his head. The house had been turned upside down and wrecked in a fit of rage. Just as her brother once had, Y/n had flipped the switch.

Although flipping the switch sounds like something you’d do in a state of pain, Y/n did it in, like mentioned, a fit of rage. In result, it was more like she’d snapped than flipped a switch.

Stefan, hiding with his back against a flipped over couch, attempted to make hand motions to Damon; a wordless code. Sadly, Damon was not in the best state of mind to register the meaning of Stefan’s odd finger movements.

“What?” He whisper-yelled as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, okay, can we continue this later? We kinda have a very deadly and very very angry sister trying to kill-” Damon rolled over, dodging a knife that had come out of the other side of the table due to it being thrown so harshly, “...us.”

“Damn it Damon- I was trying to get us to go,” He pointed towards the door, “in that direction!”

“I can hear you, you know!” Plate after plate hit the wall in front of them.

“On three?” Damon nodded. They began counting quietly in unison until they got to three. From there, they made a break for the front door and to Elena’s house, where they picked the doppelganger up and headed for Matt’s house. Luckily, Matt had never brought anyone from the group to his house aside from Elena and Caroline. He answered the door and let the three in quickly, looking around before shutting and locking it.

“No- you idiot- she can’t get in. There’s no point in locking it.” Damon groaned from the couch.

“Be nice.”

He bitterly responded to Elena’s demand with a fake smile and an obviously sarcastic tone. “Yes, milady.”

“So uh...” Of course Matt hadn’t been informed as to why the three were hiding in his home. “What happened?”

“Oh, ya know, the usual.” The sarcasm in Damon’s voice held thick as ever, “Pissed off my sister by telling her we’re going to kill the originals, as in all of them- including her boy-toy.”

“You did what-”

“Oops. Sorry Elena. I might’ve forgotten to add the part about pissing her off...which reminds me of the most important detail...” He smiled toothily with faux remorse.

The two humans blinked at the dark haired vampire, staring blankly as they waited for the detail he’d spoken of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell them, Stefan cleared his throat and redirected their attention to him. “She flipped her switch.”

“Flipped her switch? Nah, screw the switch. It’s more like she ignored the switch and just plain old snapped.” Damon crossed his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up onto Matt’s coffee table.

He acted as if his sister was not going off the walls in anger. Or rather, he acted as if it was just a casual every day thing for the soft-spoken and caring sister of the Salvatore boys to go on a potential murder spree.

Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed before shoving his feet off the surface. She ignored the glare that burned into her skin and slapped Damon. The sound of her skin hitting his made the other two in the room flinch; it was clear that she did not approve of his choices in the slightest.

“You’re fixing your sister. S-”

“What!? That’s not f-”

“Stefan, and I will go stake the originals. Understood?” Damon huffed and ignored Elena. “Understood?” She repeated herself with a harsher tone before Damon sighed and nodded.

“Yeah yeah, understood.”

Finn was dead. And the other four still breathed the air of the living world. The link had been broken, and they’d failed.

Damon had been kidnapped by Rebekah, therefore failing to stall, as well as fix, his little sister. What he didn’t know, was that Rebekah had contacted Y/n as soon as possible, informing her on the details of her brother’s murder and the older Salvatore’s location.

She sent Stefan to pick up Damon with a disguised note, preventing him from knowing that it had been her to hint to him his brother’s location. After saying goodbye wordlessly from the shadows, she smiled to herself and ran as fast as possible to Kol.

The youngest Mikaelson chuckled as the female Salvatore knocked him off his feet and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I see you’ve recovered from your snap? Nik told me how you flipped your switch.” His arms held her tightly against his own form. They relished in the feeling of one another, the knowledge that both were safe and together again.

“Snapping is over rated.” She smiled wider against his skin, causing a matching smirk to grace his face.

“You were faking?”

“Yep. Anything to be with you again... But, just to be safe, don’t tell my brothers.”

His chest heaved with hearty laughter, “Whatever you want, love.”

[klarolinelibrary]

Hi KC Readers,

After a long break, we are back with our weekly releases! We apologize for the delay but we have reached the end of the week which means we have new weekly releases for you! The stories below were updated during the week of May 22nd - May 28th.

Happy Reading!

FanFiction.Net

Something Like Love (Chapter 8)

Author: Recklessnesspersonified

Rating: M

Length: 20,346

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson was a bad boy, the quintessential jock or so Caroline Forbes had thought until one night their paths cross in the school hallways. He was different, intense and she was falling for him, but soon she finds out it was all a sham. Will she forgive him or would they break up before they confess their true love? AU/AH

Date of update: May 23 2021

Klaus POV - The Trouble with Spells (Chapter 26)

Author: ilovetf

Rating: M

Length: 105,863

Summary: I think the title is self explanatory. The Trouble with Spells as seen through Klaus's eyes and his POV. Over the years, people kept liking this story and some even asked for Klaus POV, so I decided to give it a try. Hope you enjoy it. All feedback is more than welcome. Good or bad.

Date of update: May 23 2021

High Stakes

Author: stardancer10

Rating: M

Length: 4,105

Summary: When Klaus died something in Caroline broke. She could not take anymore of Mystic Falls and she left. In her travels she finds herself doing things that she knew others wouldn't agree with, but she did what she felt was right. It was a gamble she was willing to take, something she felt that she owed him.

Date of update: May 23 2021

Purgatory (Chapter 22)

Author: Scarletborn

Rating: M

Length: 333,312

Summary: Caroline Forbes always thought that evil creatures and demons belonged to Hell. What she did not know was that vampires belonged to Purgatory. A place worse than hell where the only thing that mattered was survival. A place where enemies turned into allies and foes into friends. [Klaus/Caroline AU story set mostly in New Orleans]

Date of update: May 24 2021

The Wolf II (Chapter 11)

Author: yokan87

Rating: T

Length: 4,718

Summary: The Guerreras' threat still looms over the Mikaelson house as Caroline tries to adapt to life as a vampire, away from her daughter. But an unexpected family reunion makes everything worse, taking away the little peace Klaus, Caroline and Elijah managed to find after the war that nearly broke them. [It's TO S2, but Caroline was a witch, had Klaus' baby and now she's a vampire]

Date of update: May 26 2021

Vampires suck (Chapter 4)

Author: Miss.Mystic.Falls

Rating: T

Length: 5,583

Summary: What would happen if Caroline knew about vampires way before the Salvatore brothers come to Mystic Falls.

Date of update: May 28 2021

Archive of Our Own

No Reservations (Chapter 3)

Author:  PumpkinDoodles

Rating: M

Length: 6,890

Summary: Caroline Forbes is having a tiny crisis: her restaurant partner and co-chef has disappeared again and isn't returning her calls. Caroline cannot function without Stefan. Her kitchen staff starts making jokes about getting her meds for irritability and she takes out her issues on helpless chicken breasts. It's not fun on a good day. But when tragedy strikes, Caroline's forced to work with a new chef. She doesn't remember meeting him in New Orleans--but Klaus Mikaelson remembers her.

Date of update: May 22 2021

Sibling Rivalry Redux - Adventures in Polyamory (Chapter 3)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: 4,105

Summary: In which Klaus and Rebekah are both bi, their taste in men and women overlaps infuriatingly often, and they argue over their newest shared interest. In which Caroline feels like she might be a sugar baby, but no one’s dating her and she hasn’t gotten any in so long. Like, basically since meeting her new best friends, Klaus and Rebekah. Weird, right?

Date of update: May 22 2021

Darkness Becomes Thee (Chapter 6)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: 32,424

Summary: Austria 1300s When Klaus met a young girl on a riverbank, he knew that he would one day come back for her. When he looked into her bright blue eyes, he could see a reflection of his own soul, a darkness that lingered inside both of them. When the young girl turned into a beautiful woman with a thirst for blood, his fascination with her turns into obsession. He wants not only her loyalty but her eternity, a possessiveness that is equally returned. or my "Caroline is the serial killer Elizabeth Bathory" au.

Date of update: May 23 2021

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 9)

Author: MorningStarGirl666

Rating: M

Length: 66,087

Summary: He was the Big, Bad Wolf of this story, there was no doubt about that. But Caroline? She was the light to his darkness, the moon that shone brighter than even the stars in a sky of endless void. Like every wolf, he fell in love with the moon, and every month, he was destined to cry for a love he would never touch.

Date of update: May 23 2021

Klaus vs the Soulmate Goose

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 2,129

Summary: Klaus has met his match in the form of a goose as immortal and obstinate as he is: The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement. Will he succeed in killing the magical creature or will it force him to accept what’s in his heart?

Date of update: May 23 2021

Louder Than Thunder (Chapter 28)

Author: khaleesiofthewolves

Rating: M

Length: 179,641

Summary: All Hell was about to break loose. After dying while protecting a grieving Klaus, Caroline finds herself sent back in time, and she's not who she once was. She's more. Back in Mystic Falls, something else is stirring. After the arrival of a mysterious figure from Klaus' past, it all comes to a head. It really is louder than thunder.

Date of update: May 24 2021

We are young (Chapter 17)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 20,572

Summary: Basically, Klaroline flirt in front of their kids who they are barely older than, and Landon is appropriately confused. Edit: Now a series of one-shots! Edit 2: Oh my god, this has plot now!

Date of update: May 24 2021

Our Time Now (Chapter 4)

Author: perfectpro

Rating: M

Length: 52,838

Summary: Caroline is going to spend her senior year getting into the law school of her choice, leading the cheerleading squad to a nationals title, and passing her sorority presidency to someone who will continue a legacy of excellence. She doesn't have time to figure out what's happening with her relationship with Klaus - not that it's much of a relationship to begin with.

Date of update: May 24 2021

I See Dead Cheerleaders (Chapter 4)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Rating: M

Length: 7,865

Summary: When Caroline saves Jenna from Klaus's sacrifice ritual and is killed instead, she vows to haunt Klaus Mikaelson forever. Never underestimate the determination of Miss Mystic Falls.

Date of update: May 25 2021

Finding Out the Truth in a Year or Even in a Century

Author: klarolineshipperxoxo

Rating: G

Length: 1,348

Summary: Caroline goes with Stefan to New Orleans in search of Klaus 18 years after the events of TVD 5x22 and TO 1x22 but things don't go as planned and buried feelings are unearthed.

Date of update: May 25 2021

Klaroline Returns (Chapter 2)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 8,010

Summary: The savior of Gotham, Catwoman, is Caroline Forbes, flighty heiress by day. But what happens when her worlds collide in the form of reporter Klaus Mikaelson and her worst supervillain, The Hybrid?

Date of update: May 25 2021

witchy business (Chapter 4)

Author: MaddestMaid3n

Rating: M

Length: 13,783

Summary: "A little birdie told me you might have a book or two that might pique my interest,” “Well, that depends on your interests," Caroline's just trying to survive Marcel's New Orleans. Colluding with an Original was so not on her to-do list.

Date of update: May 25 2021

Klaus’ Thousand Year Plan to be Her Last (Chapter 3)

Author: anncatherine

Rating: T

Length: 4,022

Summary: So these are some missing Klaroline scenes from my Elena/Elijah soulmate fic that I couldn’t include because they either didn’t fit or needed to be form Klaus or Caroline’s pov. I think it would be helpful to read at least the first couple chapters of that for background, but basically at twelve people’s soulmate’s birthday shows up on their wrist.

Date of update: May 26 2021

what a wave you have made

Author: sekretny

Rating: T

Length: 3,413

Summary: “Do you really hate me this much?” She shouts in frustration. Klaus looks her in the eye, their gazes locked in a battle of fiery tempers. “Hate you…” He repeats with every ounce of venom he can muster. After ransacking the contents of his backpack, he removes a sketchbook Caroline has never seen before. He starts to flip furiously through the pages, “You have given me more than enough reasons to hate you, sweetheart,” he spits while he looks for a specific page. He finds it and turns the sketchbook around to show her. Klaus makes his feelings for Caroline visibly clear.

Date of update: May 26 2021

The Concept of Time (Chapter 3)

Author: BelleMorte180  

Rating: E

Length: 19,640

Summary: Pairs, France 1864 After learning some distressing news, Klaus seeks out the advice of a friend in the middle of the night and meets a mysterious woman who leaves him with more questions than answers. She hands him a journal filled with the mad ramblings about time by a man named Lorenzo St. John and sees a curious date tattooed on her shoulder. Klaus can think of little else after their first meeting and tracks her down at a burlesque club in the wrong part of the city. Klaus begins to wonder if he can solve the mystery of Caroline Forbes or simply be lost in what has deemed to be impossible.

Date of update: May 26 2021

Revenge of the Fifth - TVD Edition (Chapter 3)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: 6,168

Summary: A star wars AU for vampire dairies for May the Fourth Be with You! Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena are padawan learners at Luke Skywalker’s new Jedi training academy, desperate to prove themselves by taking down some of the new Sith Lords that have popped up. The problem is, those Sith Lords are the Mikaelsons, and each girl has a Mikaelson brother obsessed with them, unwilling to let them come to harm. Will that make it harder or easier for them to triumph over the Dark Side?

Date of update: May 26 2021

Smoke Signals

Author: misssophiachase

Rating: T

Length: 3,017

Summary: "You, you must have been looking for me...sending smoke signals" Professional photographer Caroline Forbes and firefighter Klaus Mikaelson keep running into each other. It’s either the universe playing a joke on them or Katherine’s ‘accidental’ matchmaking. Or maybe it's a bit of both?

Date of update: May 27 2021

Reasons Not to Date a Mikaelson (Chapter 8)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 15,851

Summary: Bonnie and Caroline gain a new roommate for their freshman dorm when a vision leads them to tracking down a pregnant Hayley in the Rockies. Also, Bonnie may or may not have raised a certain dead Original instead of Jeremy and Klaus takes a job at Whitmore teaching, to be annoying. He’s very good at it. This is a season 5 rewrite where the Originals never leave for New Orleans. But you know, with comedy. And increasing angst with every chapter.

Date of update: May 27 2021

if you want me to fall (Chapter 2)

Author: FeyresUnbecoming

Rating: T

Length: 1,807

Summary: Caroline and Klaus scramble out of bed before Rebekah can find the two of them, lest she find out they've been sleeping together.

Date of update: May 27 2021

Good to you - Side Stories and Prompts

Author: originalhybridlover

Rating: T

Length: 801

Summary: So this is going to be a set a side stories or prompts related to my Klaroline story, Good to You

Date of update: May 28 2021

Genuine Beauty: Klaroline Canon-ish Drabble Collection

Author: Klauscarolove

Rating: M

Length: 30,884

Summary: Klaroline Drabble Collection: Close Canon, Canon Compliant, Canon-ish, Canon Universe....... basically if they are vampires in the drabble, it will go here.

Date of update: May 27 2021

Klaroline Storybook (Chapter 44)

Author: misssophiachase

Rating: T

Length: 63,904

Summary: A new selection of Klaroline drabbles

Date of update: May 28 2021

Lost Through Time (Chapter 7)

Author: Life_is_a_fantasy

Rating: Unavailable

Length: 4,173

Summary: What will happen when Hope, Landon, Lizzie and Josie fall through a time portal? Will they change things, even if they don't mean to? How will Klaus react to knowing his daughter has a boyfriend?

Date of update: May 28 2021

When your family is too nosy.... (Chapter 3)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: Unavailable

Length: 4,349

Summary: Klaus’s plan to get back at Rebekah by staying friends with Stefan backfires spectacularly when Stefan and Stefan’s ex-girlfriend Caroline convince him to fake a relationship at his family’s get-together at the beach. Sure, Rebekah will probably assume Caroline’s a prostitute and the rest of his family are too nosy for his own good, but what could go wrong? (I will add a rating later when I decide how explicit the smut will be)

Date of update: May 28 2021

LITTLE TENSE (Chapter 4)

Author: wincefish16

Rating: T

Length: 4,462

Summary: Klaroline's life together as they work in Mikaelson and co. Different snippets of their life. HUMAN, FULL OF FLUFF AND LITTLE BIT OF ANGST.

Date of update: May 28 2021

Like snow we melt, like rain we fall, like the sun we burn, in love. (Chapter 3)

Author: BlackRaven475932

Rating: M

Length: 4,088

Summary: after episode 5x11, Klaroline sex scene. Klaus and Caroline have a secret relationship. Teasing in public, a lot of smut, no one knows. WARNING, this story contains a blood kink in later chapters. If you don't like this then I advise you not to read it. It will occur in later chapters and I will give a warning before the chapter.

Date of update: May 28 2021

The Allure of Darkness (Chapter 2)

Author: Loveyou3000Klaroline

Rating: M

Length: 5,127

Summary: “Anything that’s worth anything is dangerous.” Or... Klaus Mikaelson is the big bad hybrid, but he is the only one who can make Caroline’s world stable. Especially after the lie of her life gets unraveled.

Date of update: May 28 2021

That Pesky Phone

Author: timetravelercat

Rating: T

Length: 1,029

Summary: "What was that?" he asked her curiously. She looked at him, embarrassed— —Wait, Caroline Forbes? Embarrassed?" Just Klaus," she answered simply, not giving him anymore details and averting her eyes. Huh, suspicious.

Date of update: May 28 2021

Ok, Cupids

Author: timetravelercat

Rating: T

Length: 795

Summary: Klaus and Caroline sign Stefan into an online dating site.

Date of update: May 28 2021

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FFN: The Traitor and the Coward (Chapter 6)

AO3: The Traitor and the Coward (Chapter 6)

Author: Uppity Bitch

Rating: M

Length: 10,677

Summary: Klaroline AU supernatural multi-chap - Original!Caroline has spent lifetimes running from her lover and his family. Despite the centuries of loneliness, she regrets nothing. Soon, she'll bring an end to this madness. Or bring the madness full circle.

Date of update: May 23 2021

FFN: What You Always Wanted

AO3: What You Always Wanted

Author: Eliliyah

Rating: M

Length: 2,646

Summary: After waiting a thousand years for her husband to break his hybrid curse, Caroline realizes Klaus neglected to mention that his next step was to build an army. Furious, she leaves him alone in Mystic Falls. Knowing there's only one way to make it up to her, Klaus shows up on her doorstep with the one person who can get him back in her good graces: their old friend, Stefan.

Date of update: May 26 2021

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Hello Sorrow [Chapter Eight] Piece by Piece [Karl Heisenberg]

Tag List: @courtenbae @unlikelyllamanerd @mylani3110​ @imtherain @wrr000 @frostbez

She was unconvinced; this thing in her hand couldn’t have been the reactor vent Heisenberg complained so much about. It was nothing more than what he said it was; a metal vent, albeit the one in her hand, was rusted and the wires on the end were frayed and stripped of their cable sleeves.

Narrowing her tired eyes, Irina shoved it into her coat pocket and thanked Leonardo for finding it for her.

“It’s no problem,” he grunted.

Locking up his workshop, he turned and gave her a curious look.

“What do you need all this scrap for? Are you making something?”

Irina hummed. “Not me in particular, but someone else I know. He gives me a list and I retrieve the parts he needs.”

She wasn’t lying, but she thought it was best to leave out who sent her on these errands.

Leonardo grinned knowingly, making Irina curious. She puckered a brow.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Rumors are you fancy a lad in another part of the village. Anton has seen you sneaking out and returning days later.”  

Fancy a lad? Irina groaned. She was too wrapped up in her arrangement to consider what the villagers thought about her.

“It’s not like that,” she calmly rebutted.

Taking a deep and uneven breath, she explained.

“I’ve been running errands to earn some money, and he’s right, I have been sneaking out, but because it’s an uncanny arrangement and my boss doesn’t want to draw unwanted attention.”

And because he’s a monster who will most likely kill me and everyone I tell if he finds out.

Leonardo hummed. “What’s he making? Seems pretty damn big if he’s wanting to keep it a secret.”

“I have no clue,” Irina answered in honesty.

She was curious too, but if it was anything like the creature who maimed her in the heart of the factory, which still made her fear the lower levels, then she didn’t want to know.

The aging man brought up his hands. “I understand; it’s none of my business.”

Irina wanted to clarify, but decided against it and nodded. She watched him as he walked past her, then followed him from the backyard and into the street.

“You know,” Leonardo mentioned. “Luiza has been asking about you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How come?”

“Worried, I reckon. You know how she is; ready to lend a hand to those around her,” he answered with a shrug.

Irina gently smiled. “She’s a sweet woman. I haven’t had the chance to go see her since I started the errands.”

She wrote a letter, but with everything going on, Irina pushed it to the back of her mind. She heard from Elena at breakfast that Luiza sent the horses to the village near the reservoir; the houses below the clinic were washed away and the old man who took care of the windmill needed the horses to aide the villagers who lost their homes. Irina was upset to lose them but thankful that the horses were in better hands.

Perhaps when she had the time, she’d thank her.

“I’m fine – not really. Tell her not to worry about me,” Irina uttered.

Leonardo grunted. “Make time to do it your damn self,”

“Yes sir,” she said in agreement.

He turned and narrowed his eyes. “And get some rest. You’re worrying Elena.”

Easier said than done, Irina thought.

Regardless, she agreed and waved as he trudged back towards his house. Irina reckoned it was time to return to the factory. She wanted to give Heisenberg the part and return his key to him before the sunset and it got dark. Spending another night in the factory was not something she wanted to do again.

Irina sighed, remembering the rude way he woke her this morning. The metal frame ended up on its side on the floor and her along with it, crushed beneath the mattress. As she sat in fear against the wall, he explained to her in detail what a reactor vent was and ordered her to retrieve it for him, as he had made some progress on his recent project and needed the vent. Before she ran off, he tossed her the key to his quarters and gave her instructions to leave the piece there, then return the key to him in the forge.

And here she was, reactor vent in tow.

Irina sighed and took the key from her pocket, clutching it in her hand.

Better take thi––

In mid-thought, she turned and tensed in fright, having nearly bumped into someone in her path. The key tumbled from her hand and hit the muddy ground with a wet plop.

Catching her breath, Irina knitted her brows in concern for the Hag; an unassuming old woman no one knew much about, not even her given name.

“Forgive me,” Irina pleaded. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

The Hag stared down at the ground, then bent down and to retrieve the key from the mud. The bones on her staff clanked in protest.

“What a strange yet familiar crest,” she stated. “Where did you find it? Is this key yours?”

Irina narrowed her eyes. “It was entrusted to me. I was about to return it.”

She reached her hand out and the Hag returned the key.

“You tend to open doors at your own risk,” she stated.

Her murky eyes looked her over.

“You are one particular, but to someone else, perhaps.”

Irina narrowed her eyes. What did she mean?

The Hag leaned forward, beaded hair clinking. “The powers that be have their eyes on you, child.”

With a cackle, she ambled around the confused woman and continued on her way. Irina glanced back at her with wide eyes. Was she trying to warn her?

She ignored the veiled meaning behind her words and rushed from the village, returning to the factory. Heisenberg was most likely still at work in the room she encountered the creature in; a room she wished to avoid, but because he ordered her to return his key, she had no choice but to.

Taking the lift down, Irina took the rusted reactor vent to his quarters, then road the lift to the materials floor. She retraced her steps, walking hesitantly through the eerie hallway until she came to the room with the automated door; a new LED lens took the place of the one she broke, and written on the sticky paper near the lens were the words: don’t fucking break me.

Irina laughed and pulled back the handle, passing through the door once it opened, and followed the long route back to the workplace with the furnace in it. The room was hot as hell.

No wonder he walks around without a shirt on.

And speaking of Heisenberg, he was nowhere to be seen.

Irina groaned in annoyance and considered leaving the key. He most likely would not mind, but because he might have something else for her to do, she waited, resting against one of the workbenches as she closely watched the door on the far left of the room. The lock she had picked had been replaced, but still, she was cautious, nervous that the creature with the roaring auger would burst through the door and lunge at her, clicking its stained teeth as it tore her apart.

She took an uneasy breath and dared herself to look away.

Baby steps.

Something was different here. Irina noticed some pictures on the film board and wandered over to them, keeping alert in case her fear came staggering from the room over; the broken concrete stood as a reminder of her escape from death.

She looked over the x-rays on the board, not able to identify what the pictures may be of. They appeared to be x-rays of the human skull but something was attached to the brain; she wasn’t sure what. On a note stuck to the board read: Soldat Enhancement: Klinge, attached chainsaws to the arms of a Soldat. Testing in progress, awaiting results.

Soldat? Klinge? What were those?

Irina was so confused.

To her left, she heard a noise. She darted her head to the side and saw Heisenberg on the stairs. Her heart pounded in shock.

He scoffed at her.

“Can’t you ever keep your damn nose out of my business?”

Irina narrowed her eyes. “Don’t order me down here, if you don’t want me to see.”

She tossed his key to him. “If you don’t want anything else, then I’m going home.”

The air thinned around her and the cuffs around her wrists bit into her skin as her arms were forced out in front of her. She groaned in pain, hearing him laugh.

“You’re feisty, sweetheart, and I like that about you, but don’t forget who the fuck you’re talking to.”

Irina bit back an insult and nodded. There was no point in provoking him; he would undoubtedly break her wrists if she made him mad enough.

His hold on the cuffs released and her arms dropped to her sides.

“But there is something I want you to see,” Heisenberg suddenly asked.

She rubbed her arm. “What is it?”

“Don’t fucking spoil the surprise,” he snapped. “Go upstairs to the barn area and I’ll come to get you once it’s ready.”

Irina was suspicious, but rolled her eyes and ambled from the room before he said anything else.

She hoped this wouldn’t take long.  

[hellotvshowtrash]

Tale As Old As Time (Bonenzo)

A series of instances in which Bonnie and Enzo find themselves falling in love with one another until one of them confesses

Here is my entry for the #Happy2021promptchallenge! I had SO much fun with this prompt. Reblog/like if you enjoyed!

Enzo St. John x Bonnie Bennett

Warnings: sadness, “unrequited” love

Word Count: 1.3k

(credits to gif owner<3)

Bonnie sighed as she heard the strums of guitar strings in the other room of Enzo’s safe house. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears as she laid on the bed trying to study grimoires from her grandmother. Her elbows dug into the soft comforter as she propped herself up, trying to concentrate on her reading. Soon, the soft strums were accompanied by a melodic voice, Enzo singing to himself quietly. She paused her reading, her eyes slowly moving up from the book and to the door of the bedroom. She listened intently. Her irritation melted away as she heard his sweet, low voice. What he was singing was unintelligible to her, but the mumble of his singing was the most heart-wrenching sound. He sounded lonely, even though she was just in the other room. ’He is lonely.’ She confirmed to herself. ‘We’re two different people just trying to get by,’ She kept listening to his song, his voice rising and lowering with the chords of the guitar he played. He stopped singing as he finished the song, as the silence enveloped her once again, Bonnie felt lonely too.

--

Enzo stumbled into the cabin carrying multiple grocery bags in each hand. ‘Humans eat too much.’ He was mid-grumble when he caught sight of Bonnie sitting at the window, looking out into the sunlit forest surrounding them. The sight of her bathed in the bright light made his breath hitch, and it was then that he realized how really, truly, beautiful she was. Her hair was brighter in the sunlight, still a dark brown, but it seemed to move in waves of chocolate. Her eyes shone a brighter green than ever thanks to the sun’s reflection. Her lips were slightly parted and perfect. She seemed to be too deep in thought to notice he had entered, and if she had noticed, she probably would have ignored him anyway. So, Enzo steeled himself to look away from her and finished bringing in the groceries.

--

Bonnie bustled about the cabin, keeping herself busy with cleaning and reading, distracting herself from the boredom creeping in on her. As she wiped the window clean with a cloth, she caught sight of Enzo outside the cabin, chopping wood for the fireplace. It was the beginning of autumn, and the chill was starting to settle into the bones of the cabin and soon enough, Bonnie’s as well. The fact that Enzo thought deeply enough to chop wood to keep her warm melted her inside. She bit her lip to prevent her smile and she continued to clean the window. Enzo pretended he didn’t see her looking.

—

This time, it was Enzo who sat in a chair by the window, reading some fiction book that he’s read a thousand times over. Bonnie peered from the couch where she sat, the silence in the room was thick. The sun shone on his dark hair, caramel highlights making themselves known. His eyes were honey in the sunlight as they trailed the words in the book he concentrated on. Bonnie got lost in thought as she watched his hand delicately turn the page, nimble fingers lightly moving the paper. She sucked in a breath and moved her eyes back to his, which were looking right at her. She blinked a few times and shook her head, embarrassed, before returning to the grimoire she was trying to study. If she hadn’t turned away, she would’ve seen the smile Enzo sent her, and her heart would’ve fluttered.

—

The first snow had fallen and Bonnie couldn’t sleep. She lightly padded her way into the main living area. The cold had set in when the fire was put out. Bonnie thought about how easily she could light a fire with a simple spell before she felt melancholic thinking about her dearly departed magic. She knew the magic-suppressing-pills were to protect her, but she missed her craft. She perched herself on the couch. She let the cold pierce her skin, her sadness welcomed it as a friend. Like a breeze, Enzo had placed himself at the opposite end of the couch, watching her closely. Her features were tinged with sadness. She stared at the empty fireplace and Enzo stared at her. 

“I can feel you staring,” she said. He smiled slightly and looked away.

“Sorry, love,” his voice was quiet as to not disturb the blanket of silence.

“Don’t call me that,” her voice was flat and cold.

“Ultimately, it would be better if we could try to be acquaintances,” he muttered. His eyes travelled back up her form, curled tightly into the corner of the couch. She seemed so small. “I understand you’ve hated me since we met, but it would make this time together at least bearable if we could live in this space mutually.” He planted his fist into the cushion next to him, hoisting himself up from the couch. Before he could stand, he felt her cold fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him back onto the couch. He turned his head to look at her, confused. Her face was almost pained, contorted in some embarrassed expression.

“I never hated you..” she whispered, her eyes were piercing as she stared at him. “You just make me feel things I don’t understand. I never wanted to fall in love with a vampire. I couldn’t understand how Elena did it.. Twice. And then I met you.” His eyes softened, but the other side of the statement didn’t go missed, and he was hurt by her selection of words. 

“I assure you, if you don’t want to fall in love with me, you’re not obligated,” he bit back, removing her grip from his wrist and standing. “We’re not enemies, Bonnie. We’re on the same side. And in case you were wondering,” he bent down and kissed her forehead gently, “I love you, too.”

Bonnie felt her heart warm and ache at the same time. “I didn’t mean it like that, Enzo. I just mean.. I want to fall in love with you. But I’ve seen what can happen and how bad it can hurt if something does happen.” She said sheepishly, looking at her hands on her lap. Enzo moved to put more wood into the fireplace and strike a match. The fire started to grow, and he crouched next to it, his eyes watching the flames lick the fresh wood. Bonnie lifted her eyes to look at Enzo, to appreciate his muscular form, his slick hair. She stood too and moved over next to him, sitting crossed legged on the floor. 

“I know what can happen too,” he muttered, the fire dancing in his eyes. “But anything that could happen can’t be worse than living without you,” he turned to look at her, her eyes flooding her tears at his words. The cold finally melted away, not because of the fire, but because of him. Their eyes remained locked on one another, and he smiled gently, reaching a hand out to wipe away a tear that had fallen down her face. “I know these last few months have been hard on you. Let me help you,” he whispered, cupping her cheek gently. She nodded as another tear spilled down. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, allowing the electricity to run between them. She sighed lightly, her eyes drifting closed. He kept his eyes open and on her face as he pressed his lips to hers again, more sure of himself now. He pulled away and watched her reaction as her chest heaved, her breath escaping her in the best way. He grasped her hips and turned her to face him before sitting himself in front of her, kissing her again and again, the intensity growing with each peck, nibble and breath.

The snow fell outside the cabin, cold and foreboding. But inside, the cabin was filled with love and warmth and peace. Bonnie and Enzo didn’t know what came next, but they knew that they would face it together.

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Primed for Sin (5/10)

SUMMARY: Arthur tends to keep his promise to give Elena space but after days of pure torture from his job and Randall down his throat about the gun, he just can't stay away anymore.

WARNING: SMUT (18+), Loss of Virginity, Dirty Talk, Oral (F Receiving), Vaginal Penetration, Murder, Talks of Blood, Smoking, Swearing 

Hi. So I’m sorry it took me way too long to get this out but I hope to make it up with this part finally having smut in it and it being longer. I hope its not too long lol. I just started school back up and it definitely takes up all my time but hopefully once things settle down I’ll have more time to work on this series. I hope I don’t disappoint and thank you for those who actually follow this story. 

Part 4

It has been four day since his last conversation with Elena. Four damn days.

He did as he promised, he stayed away and gave her space. He respected that sometimes she would need a break from the world but it was a lot harder than he had originally anticipated.

Arthur hate to admit it but Elena practically dominated every single one of his thoughts. He wondered what she was doing, who she was with, when was she going to call.

The downside to this was his brain never stopped so he isn't able to stop himself from falling down the rabbit hole multiple time the past few days. His mother had gotten very ill and had been taken to the hospital. As much as he loved his mother, he was glad she was someone else problem now. 

Arthur walked into his apartment, his legs felt like they were going to fall off as he started to take off his clown gear from being at work all day. He switched on the TV and turned it to the local news station. Arthurs been trying to fill his time with watching the news to keep up with any advancements in the subway case.

To his dismay, they had.

"Police are now looking for what seems to be a killer clown responsible for the killing of Wall Street brokers Dennis Reynolds, Ronald Ponderosa, and Ben Kelly." The female anchor spoke professionally through the screen.

Arthur grabbed a cigarette, sparking it up and took a drag of it as he finally sat down and inspects the photos presented by the police. It was of a fake clown with green, blue and pink laced all over it. The women continued to speak, "only one witness has come forward, describing the scene as a massacre."

His heart dropped. Did she tell someone?

Arthur's thoughts were put to rest when an old man popped up on the screen. The man was short and had white hair already dominating most of his head.

Arthur watched as the man started to make his testimony.

"Well you see, I was going about my normal business heading to work when I saw a man wearing some sort of clown mask running up out of the subway. I thought I heard a women screaming but when I went to check what was wrong, I only found the three poor souls that sick clown left behind. People like that just can't get away with things like this. Justice has to be served."

Arthur couldn’t listen anymore, he could feel his anger boiling. His thought switching to Elena. It had been for days now but he told himself to hold on just a little bit longer. It was starting to get too much to bare when he sees people like that getting more attention on the TV than people who actually deserve it.

There was so much wrong with this city. That was one of Arthur's reasons he wanted to always be around Elena, even when she didn't know it. It was the only way to effectively protect her.

Arthur was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a loud bang at the door.

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Randall could tell that Arthur had been acting strange. He's more distant, only caring to talk when someone addresses him. Its been like this for a few days, ever since the city went into an uproar over the subway killings. 

Normally, Randall wouldn't give a shit but with him giving a gun to Arthur and all, he wanted to make sure his name was in the clear. So he made his way down to Arthurs apartment to give him a talk. That was a mistake.

Opening the door, Arthur still had his clown makeup on from work. He looked in bad shape. 

“Arthur!” Randall shouted. “How you doin pal?” He gave Arthur a pat on the shoulder before pushing his was into the mans apartment. 

Arthur’s apartment was filthy. It had clothes laying aimlessly all over the place with a mountain of dishes piled in the sink. Not that Randall’s apartment was any better. 

Randall turned to Arthur, who was closing the door. “Anything new?”

“Umm oh!” Arthur snapped his fingers at Randall as he locked the door behind him. “I stopped taking my medication, I feel a lot better now.” Arthur gave out a small forced laugh but his face was completely dead.

Randall looked at Arthur confused. “Oh okay. Good for you.” 

Arthur just nodded his head, taking a drag of his cigarette as Randall continued. “So hey, I don’t know if you heard but the cops have been coming around the shop talking to all the other guys about the subway murders.” 

Arthur started to tone the man out, not wanting to listen to him try and explain himself. He reached his hand out and started to put out his cigarette, slowing forming his hands into a fist against the wall.

“I’m not saying you did anything but I just wanna make sure if the cops talk to you, we are all on the same page about who gave you that gun.” Randall gave out a nervous laugh. 

That was enough for Arthur to slowly move his hand towards for the knife that laid on the dining room table behind him. Nodding his head in agreement as he did so, so Randall wouldn’t notice. 

“You know, cause your my boy in all.” Arthur now had his hand on the knife. Arthur felt everything he had pushed down the past four days starting the boil over as he made a fist around the knife handle.

“Right. Right.” Arthur agreed before squeezing the knife and deciding to give into his anger. 

Now.

He slashed the knife into Randall’s neck before he could say another word. Arthur was surprised with how much blood came out but he held the knife in place as Randall struggled against him. 

Randal was able to push Arthur off but only for Arthur to grab his head and bash it into the wall. This was when Arthur blacked out. 

He wasn’t Arthur anymore. He had been changing into something else the moment he meet Elena. Arthur was becoming more powerful and he wanted to share that with her. 

Only thinking of her as he stormed out of his apartment, not caring about the mess he had just made. He found himself at her apartment door, blood soaked, face painted and rage filled. 

Arthur didn’t give it any thought and started to bang on her door. This was it. No more holding back, no more space. They were meant to be together and he was done denying himself that. 

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Elena sat on the couch smoking while the Murray Show played on the tv. She could feel the smoke leaving her lungs as she exhaled. Michael had gone down later than usual so she wasn’t able to have her normal alone time. 

She jumped when she heard a bang at the front door. Elena looked at the door confused, she wasn’t expecting anyone. She quickly hid her bong under a blanket and rushed to the door. 

Opening it, she was startled to see Arthur standing there. She didn’t even have time to examine him as he immediately pushed himself against her and smashed his lips into hers. 

Elena couldn’t help but close her eyes in shock. She didn't fight against him, instead it was almost of an embrace. She couldn’t believe how her body just couldn’t help but give into him. 

Pushing the both of them inside the apartment, he placed both of his hands on either side of her face so she wouldn't be able to break the kiss even if she wanted to. Eventually she felt the cool wall being pushed against her back, being pinned there.

When she felt Arthur release her lips, she finally let out a breath. He kept her body close, their faces only inches apart. She could feel his hot breath on her face but didn’t dare open her eyes. He placed his forehead on hers. “I thought you were gonna call.” 

She let out a small breath, almost laughing. “I-I’m sorry.” She innocently whispered. 

That sweet voice tore into Arthur like knives. His dick already hard for her. He couldn’t wait any more, he needed to be inside her.

“Don’t worry sweet girl. I’m gonna take care of you tonight. Where is Michael?” She then opened her eyes to see Arthur dark ones staring into hers. She could now see the painted faced man covered in small specks of red looking at her hungrily. 

“Ummm,” She cleared her throat. Elena had to admit, he looked so sexy like that. She tried pulling herself together to answer his question. “He’s asleep in his room.”

Arthur smiled wickedly at her, pleased with answer. “Good. Good.”

He gave her a few more deep kisses on the lip, soaking in the taste before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him. 

Breaking away for a moment, he asked. “Bedroom?”

She was hesitant. Was this really gonna happen? Right now? Was she ready for all that? She wanted him. Elena couldn’t deny that. After everything, she was still willing to have a relationship with him. 

He waited for her response patiently. Not rushing her. Eventually she gave into her desire and pointed Arthur in the right direction. A wicked smile appearing across his face as he leaned in again. She too leaned into the kiss this time, not fighting it either. They made their way towards the bedroom.

Taking his time, he slowly placed her on the bed. Not breaking the kiss but somehow deepening it by entering his tongue in her mouth. He pinned her there for a moment. He seemed to like to play with her. Their tongue swirling around each others mouth, trying to explore every part of each other. 

She could feel his hands moving all over her body. It felt amazing to have such big hands on her body. They clawed at her breast, her ass, eventually making its way towards her pussy. Elena grabbed his hand out of instinct. 

Arthur immediately stopped his movements, worried that he had crossed the line. She tried desperately to control her breathing and tried to speak. “I-I’m sorry Arthur. I-I-I’ve never done this before.” 

Elena could actually die from the embarrassment she felt telling him how inexperienced she was. It was put to shame when he gave her a sweet smile. She could just melt looking at the face painted man. 

He leaned his forehead on hers. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you tonight. Just listen to me. Okay?”

She nodded, giving in almost immediately. 

With that, he leaned into her again, completely taking control as he reconnected their lips and started gently taking off her clothes, one by one.

Elena now laid there, completely naked and exposed for him. She felt a sense of vulnerability, she wasn't able to hide anything from Arthur now. He didn't want her too. He wanted to hear and see everything.

She felt cool air hit her body as she anxiously waited for Arthurs next move. He gazed at her, taking a full look at what he picture in his mind a million time before. She exceeded his every expectation. 

“You are so beautiful, Elena.” He spoke to her like she was the only people left in the whole world. 

Elena gave out a small whimper, reaching her hand out for him. He obeyed as he slapped messy kisses all over her neck. She turned her head so he could have more access. She wanted him to feel every part of her. 

Arthur started to kiss his way down her neck, towards her breasts. She ached her back at the sensation of Arthur taking one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth. Her eyes were forced shut when he started to softly started to suck. 

Elena moved against him, jerking and twitching to the new experience of having someone’s mouth on her. She clawed at his back, digging in her nail as she felt a warm feeling starting to pool around pussy. It was something she never felt before but it over powered every nerve in her body. 

She felt as Arthur started to kiss down her stomach. Elena knew where he was heading.

Her eyes shot open as excitement and nerves when she felt his hot breath at her entrance. She came to see Arthur at the end of the bed. His hands now on the inside of her thigh, spreading her apart so her pussy was now on full display for him.

Putting his face just inches away, he spoke to her. "We gotta get this pussy nice and wet for me to fuck."

Her eyes widened from the vulgarity Arthur was showing. She didn't know if she should be scared or if she should be excited.

She soon found out when Arthurs tongue started to explore her, placing small kitten licks all around. It was so weird. At first Elena didn't even find the point until he latched himself onto her clit.

Immediately feeling a burst of pleasure go through her body, her head feel back as she let Arthur go to work. Feeling as he flicked and sucked at her. She bucked her hip towards him, she could feel the burning sensation of her clit being abused and loved every second of it.

Without even meaning to, Elena start to moan Arthurs names. Begging him to keep going as she brushed a hand through his hair, grabbing it kindly and pushing his head towards her core in order to chase that incredible release.

But of course it never came. Arthur was able to break from her grip and stepped away from her now deprived pussy.

Elena pouted in response, now having no way to release herself.

"I know. I know." Arthur caressed her cheek tenderly. "All in good time darling. We gotta take things slow for your first time."

Arthur gave her a quick peek on the lips before stepping back and discarding his own clothes. Elena just notice she was the only one naked until now. A flow of shame washed over her.

Arthur must have noticed the humiliation she had felt because as his clothes hit the floor he started to ramble, placing small kisses all over her face.

"You are so beautiful. I-I thought of you everyday like this and still you outdo my imagination every time. I-I can't believe your mine."

Her heart leaped hearing this. No man has ever said such things to her and now the perfect man was completely bare before her.

Looking down at his package, she couldn't help but gasp. She'd never seen one before and she certainly didn't think it would be that. Also how did he expect that thing to get inside her? It was huge compared to what she was used to.

Arthur breaking his line of kisses to rest his lips back on her for a moment, "its going to hurt honey but don't you worry ok? You are going to feel real good soon. I promise."

It was going to hurt?

Elena never thought it would hurt but she knew she wanted Arthur inside her so she leaned into him. Sticking her tongue in his mouth to show him she was ready.

Arthur chucked at her, his hand slowly making it way in between her legs in an attempt to see just how ready she was. Feeling a puddle of wetness forming for him, he broke the kiss again.

"Nice and wet. Just for me." He then pumped himself a few times before lining himself up at her entrance. “Are you ready, sweetheart.?” 

This was it. She thought. This is actually happening.

Giving a hesitant nod, she sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of his dick dip inside her. Feeling a piercing pain burst through her, she jolted away from him but didn’t get anywhere when she felt Arthurs hands gently holding her there. 

“Shh shh shh I know. We just gotta get through this part.” 

Arthur didn’t even give her time to respond before thrusting his hips into her at a painfully slow pace. Elena practically screamed at the feeling. It was so much to take. 

The feeling of being stretched out by him was so intoxicating she couldn’t even help but close her eyes and focus on the sensation. It definitely hurt but she couldn’t help but love the feeling of him filling her up. It made her feel whole.

Elena couldn’t believe the man was able to fit himself in as deep as he was. She could feel him in her stomach as she tried to force herself to relax. She felt herself clenching against him, trying to adjust when he spoke again. This time, right into her ear

“You are so damn tight. Tighter than I could have ever imagined. I’m going to move sweetheart.” 

Elena tried opening her eyes but some unknown force kept them shut. Instead she let out a small whimper. The pain had yet to subside as she twitched against him but unable to say no, she nodded her head.

This was all Arthur needed to push himself out before slamming back into her. It was slow but strong. Elena's whole body bucked to the sensation. 

Again. Slowly taking himself out of her before smashing his hard cock back into her now drench pussy. 

He repeated this.

As much as the pain wanted to make her cry it was soon replaced with pleasure. The same feeling she had felt before when Arthur was in between her legs, completely devouring her. Elena involuntarily started to buck her hip towards Arthur.

 Now creating friction in between them as he started to move faster, pounding into her. The room filling with both their moans. 

“Oh Arthur! Please don’t stop.”

Elena hoped Arthur locked the door. Knowing her luck, Michael would coming walking right in with all the noise they were making but she could help herself.

Arthur was ruthless with his thrusting. His hands were holding her against him as he did so. Elena started to chase for her release once again. Grinding against him as he continued to pound her.

"Say it." He whispered in her ear, not letting up.

"What?" Elena whispered back. Knowing fully well what he was talking about just not ready to take that step.

"Say it and ill let you cum." Arthur was stir and dominate. It only added to Elena arousal.

"I-I-I," Elena was so over powered by pleasure that it trumped her fear of opening that box, she couldn't help but fall into his trap just to get her sweet release. "I love you Arthur."

Arthur growled in her ear, biting down on it lightly. He then pumped deep insider, hitting that special spot that sent her soaring.  "Good girl. I love you so much."

That was her cue to let go completely. As the warm feeling in her stomach erupted and burst through her entire body. Making the poor girl shake against Arthur, losing control of her body.

Elena clenched hard against Arthur, making the man groan as he too came inside her.

Shit. He didn't wear a condom. Of course he didn't. Elena was his now.

Elena slowly came down from her high as Arthur pulled out of her. Making his rightly place on the left side of her bed, pulling her limp body close to him.

She felt a big pair of muscular arm wrap themselves around her, feeling a sense of protection fall upon her. 

"Get some rest now, sweetheart. Your most likely going to be sore tomorrow and am going it need your rest." Elena felt at peace as she nuzzled her head into his neck. Letting herself close her eyes as she slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming of the man she just gave her innocence to.

[deathonyourtongue]

Touch Me, Tease Me

Summary: A six-month shoot is the perfect excuse to have some no-strings attached fun. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Loren Lott Word Count: 2K Warnings: SMUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!! A/N: This was a commission from the lovely @livinglifeformemyselfandi​ ! Enjoy!! Like what I do? Buy me a coffee (or a commission)!

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“You can’t go. It’s too dangerous! I won’t let you!”

“Give me a reason to stay, then.” 

He grabbed her, not hesitating to throw her over his shoulder as he made his way to the four-poster bed. Dropping her unceremoniously onto the mattress, he tore her shirt open first, buttons flying in every direction as he exposed her lacy red bra. Her skirt went next, the body-hugging material no match for his powerful hands. The thong beneath matched the bra, and before she knew it, the set was gone, leaving her fully nude to his hungry eyes. 

She gasped as his warm lips lit a path up to her mouth, taking her breath away. His kiss was deep, and she felt herself grow wetter as his tongue slid against hers. Back arching towards his body, she made it clear that his reason was more than sufficient, even as lightning crashed outside the window, lighting up the room in a pale blue flash. 

His strong hand pressed against her back, pushing her breasts up towards his mouth, where he attacked with just as much fervor as he had not moments before when he’d torn her clothes off. Her mouth fell open and short, gasped inhales escaped her as his tongue hardened each nipple expertly. She couldn’t help but let her hands card through his curls as she watched his kisses move back down her body, coming tantalizingly close to where she needed the most attention. 

Slipping her feet down his muscular back, she purposely slipped her toes under the towel he wore, exposing the remainder of his nude form and giving her a peek at what she knew was coming. 

“CUT!! Fantastic, you two! Let’s quickly reset for the close-up! Guys, just stay where you are. Can we get the sheet ready? Freddy, I need all the lightning and moonlight on this next one. Make her look beautiful and don’t wash him out! You got this!” 

Loren relaxed against the mattress as she and Henry were covered with a sheet, production bustling around them. Catching each other’s gazes, they couldn’t help but smirk. Given the movie’s rating, both knew neither of their bodies would actually be exposed during the close up shot. Without a word, she and Henry carefully removed the modesty garments that were intended to prevent exactly what they both planned on doing. 

The thrill was only part of it. In truth, Loren and Henry had been dancing around one another since pre-production started on the romantic thriller that saw her playing his wife on-screen. Like the adults they were, when it became clear things needed to progress--one way or another--they sat down laid their cards on the table. Neither was looking for a serious relationship, but with a shooting schedule that was slated to last at least six months and promised to be grueling, they both wanted and needed relief from the taxing hours and sex-charged script. So they’d agreed to be friends with benefits, and keep it on the low as much as possible. Today would be the first time they dipped their toes in the water of something a little more on the exhibitionist side. 

With the sheet hiding their nude forms, Loren couldn’t help but tease Henry just a little. Resting her head on one hand as she lay on her side, her other hand slipped down between Henry’s legs. Eyes locked on his, she let her nails drag up the underside of his length, grinning as she saw his eyes roll back at the touch. Henry managed to stay relaxed even as a shiver ran through him, the feel of Loren’s nails trapping the head of his cock gently, one he’d never experienced before, but one he knew he’d kill to feel again. 

“The best kind of torture is the sweet kind, no?” She purred as she continued the motion, knowing no one was paying attention to their conversation. Loren loved how easily she could get to Henry; it was a power she knew all women had, but few ever truly exercised, and while she was careful to keep it reigned in, it still sent a thrill through her to know that this was the kind of fun they would have over the next six months. 

Henry nodded at her rhetorical question, his own lips parted as his breathing grew increasingly labored with each teasing stroke. Hard as a rock, he was thankful the scene called for him to be on top, otherwise, he’d have a lot of explaining to do. 

“Alright, quiet on the set. Henry, I want you to really give it to her. Remember, you’re trying to keep her there so she doesn’t go off and take on her ex. You gotta keep her here, and keep her safe, at any cost! Alright. Camera rolling and...ACTION!” 

Though he scowled in character as he rolled them so he was on top, Henry’s eyes shone with mischief against the manufactured blue glow of the moon. Loren knew right then and there that she wouldn’t have to act for a second; every reaction would be real and raw, and probably far better than any fake pornstar act she could ever emulate. 

Pulling him down for a kiss, Loren gasped into Henry’s mouth as she felt him press inside, the move seamless and oh-so-delicious. Her hand slipped down his back, discreetly holding the sheet in place as he began a slow, deep, thrust. Forgetting she was on set for a moment, the director’s voice calling out was a surprise. 

“Okay, Henry I want you to start nice and slow, just like that, then really start giving it to her. Loren, you’ve never seen this side of your husband and it’s turning you on immensely.” 

Henry buried his smile in the crook of Loren’s neck as his cock slid in and out at a luxurious pace, sending wave after wave of pleasure through every last nerve in Loren’s body. Framing her face with his forearms, he slowly increased the pace, not needing to be told when to up the ante. 

Loren knew the boom mic overhead meant they were recording for sound, and that meant she didn’t need to be quiet. Letting the rest of the closed set disappear, she focused instead on the man above her and how good he was making her feel. Instinctively, she cupped Henry’s face, pulling him up for a kiss just as he began to ram into her, her gasping moan muffled as their tongues intertwined yet again. 

His kisses lit a path of fire down her body, Henry managing to keep the bruising pace even as his mouth found her breasts, his talented tongue making her jolt with each lick. Every thrust made the room spin a little more and Loren couldn’t help the noises that left her throat as his cock hit her g-spot like it was a target each time. 

There was no dialogue for the scene, which was all the better since Loren knew she’d end up calling Henry by his real name accidentally. Hands slipping over every inch of skin she could reach, Loren lost herself in the pleasure her co-star was providing, already looking forward to their lunch, wanting to see how many rounds they could fit in with the time allotted.  

Gazing at the small number of crew permitted on-set during the scene, she felt the excitement of what they were doing increase ten-fold, loving the idea of doing something so naughty in plain sight of her co-workers.

Her orgasm snuck up on her, Loren captivated by the slick feeling of Henry’s length pistoning in and out of her. It was a sensation she never grew tired of and one she was grateful she’d get to feel for the duration of filming. 

Loren kissed Henry deeply once more as her body tensed with the first rush of pleasure, clinging to him even as he fucked her through her orgasm. Trembling, it wasn’t long before she felt the same tension in his sculpted muscles, Henry stilling as followed her over the edge. Legs locked behind him, she couldn’t help the squeak of delight when she felt him begin to thrust again, every stroke carrying with it a powerful shot of cum, Loren’s eyes rolling back in her head as Henry filled her up with ease. 

“We’re spending lunch naked,” she whispered into his ear, making it clear what she wanted even as Henry shifted their positions, sitting on the bed and impaling her on his full length. With the sheet encircling their waists, no one was the wiser as Henry continued to cum, his hips jerking and jolting, wringing a second, even more intense, orgasm out of Loren. 

It was only when they began to come down, amidst kisses that their on-screen counterparts would have definitely shared, did Loren realize how quiet the set was. Continuing to act, she kissed up Henry’s neck before finding his mouth once more. It took a few moments for the director come back to his senses, looking around and blinking rapidly before remembering it was his turn to do his job. 

“CUT! Check the gate! That’s...that’s lunch folks. Get them their robes, please!” Voice stuttered and a little hoarse, it was clear their performance had affected their director, this time, it was Loren who had to hide her smile in the crook of Henry’s neck. Two PA’s who looked equally shell-shocked scurried in, handing her and Henry their robes before backing off, the small crew leaving the set to allow the two leads to make themselves presentable once more. 

Henry helped Loren slip her arms into her robe before sliding into his own, his smile breathless and still full of mischief. 

“Check your left pocket,” he whispered, licking his lips, the tone of his voice making Loren take a deep breath, still feeling him taking up every bit of room she had to offer. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in surprise as her fingers slipped around a fairly hefty plug, one clearly made to keep her full and stretched. 

“Slip it in as I pull out. Don’t want you spilling a drop,” Henry whispered, nipping at the shell of her ear. Moaning softly, Loren nodded, situating the plug and pressing it in with quick gasping breaths as she felt Henry pull from inside her. Resting her forehead on his broad chest, she pushed the last of it in and groaned at the wet popping sound that accompanied her once more feeling utterly stuffed. 

Locking eyes with Henry once more, she couldn’t help but cup his face, the heat between them still boiling. With his hand in her’s, Loren moved it down, letting him feel where the plug sat flush against her swollen mound. The noise that came from deep in his chest was all worth it, and with an impish smirk of her own, Loren slowly slipped out of bed, tying her robe tightly so no one could see the naughtiness beneath. 

“Your trailer or mine? We’ve gotta run these lines, let’s go,” she asked, keeping up the charade for the sake of the PA who walked in just in time to see Henry get off the bed, his own robe hiding his still half-hard cock. 

“Mine. More room for...blocking,” he answered, smirking as he breezed past the young man who’d come in to tell them craft services was ready for lunch, Henry doing his best not to laugh at the kid’s wide-eyed stare. 

[secret-engima]

...Rufus Shinra and the Turks in KHR

-Pure, total, utter, CHAOS.

-This boy was raised to rule an EMPIRE that played pretend as a power company there is no one more suited to wreak havoc with the Mafia than this boi and his pack of trained killers.

-Let’s be really mean and make Rufus be reborn as Tsuna and OH BOY the chaos starts from a young age.

-Tsuna doesn’t remember his old like until Nono seals him, and several days later (after Nono and Iemitsu have left) in the continuous desperation to LIVE-SURVIVE-NO-NO-NO that comes from having part of his soul locked away, Tsuna cracks open a part of his mind that should have never been touched, and Rufus spills out across the young, vulnerable mind of his second life with a gasp and a shudder, and he feels something in his veins screaming to be let out, and it feels like drowning-freezing-dying so he FIGHTS with every ounce of Will he has.

-The seal was meant to restrain the young, untrained Flame of a toddler. This new and unsettled, it was not prepared to hold back the surge of Will that came from an adult mind honed to a razor edged and tempered in world-ending apocalypses. The seal shatters into a thousand shards, but not before it carves at Rufus’s soul on the way out, and Nana rushes her son to the hospital for what looks like a seizure.

-The doctors have to restart his heart three times before he finally stabilizes (before his Flames finally flush the last of the seal shards from his system and are allowed to flow free through his veins). During the tense, hours long struggle to keep him alive, Nana calls the number Iemitsu gave her over and over.

-No one answers.

-Rufus wakes up in a hospital, and the sensation is not unfamiliar. It still takes him a moment to recognize the woman dozing in the chair by his bed with dark marks under her eyes as his mother (new mother) and this life as Tsuna’s life, not Rufus’s.

-Well. This is.

-Not what he expected when he died.

-He gets the feeling Gaia is laughing at him.

-The doctors can’t figure out what caused his seizures, nothing unusual shows up on any of their tests or scans. The only thing is heightened stress hormones and blood pressure, but not nearly high enough to cause damage. Eventually they let Nana take him home, but the woman who was previously so distant and ... ditzy in Tsuna’s memories is now protective, alert. Rufus assumes it’s because having your child nearly die horribly for unknown causes would make anyone (barring say, his old father) terribly upset.

-(He doesn’t know that Nana carried him all the way to the hospital because she doesn’t have a car, that his Flames, screaming Sky and biting, feral Mist, soaked into her own soul in their desperation, and in their quest to tear off his seal, shattered the one Iemitsu had sneakily applied to Nana’s passive Sky flames as well).

-Rufus thinks on Tsuna’s memories and realizes that it was his absentee father and “grandfather” (hah if that’s not a crime lord euphemism he’ll eat his own shoes) that caused his awakening and near death. There is something morbidly amusing in having a terrible, probably criminal father in both lifetimes.

-It would be funnier if he had any of his old allies to help him along (to make him feel less lonely).

-He also has powers now, and for a while he wonders if that makes him some kind of Ancient or halfbreed of one, but either way he keeps them secret, and he’s pretty sure Ancients didn’t use quite this much fire in their powers.

-He keeps his head down, he gets top marks in school but makes no real effort to socialize with his peers (none of them are worth knowing except maybe Hibari, but Hibari is feral and Rufus isn’t sure he wants to deal with that), and in secret he practices control over his Flames. He has two of them, one is bright orange and bright and POWERFUL, it’s the easiest to call. The other is weaker, but it’s incredibly useful. It’s light indigo in color, and with it Rufus can weave illusions from simple “don’t notice me” things to full on imagined animals or people as distractions.

-One day though, he gets caught playing with his powers by one Yamamoto Takeshi. The boy looks at him with an implacably neutral expression and Rufus is wondering if his purple fire can erase minds, when suddenly he smiles and holds out a palmful of blue fire.

-Rufus’s orange Flame lurches out of his skin in a breathless, needy desperation that startles them both, the Intuition in Rufus’s head SINGING found-you-found-you-mine-mine-mine- and there’s a click in both their souls-.

-Takeshi relaxes and something in Rufus’s soul cries with joy and recognition. Then Takeshi folds his hands politely in front of him and smiles a smile Rufus would know anywhere in the world, “Hello sir,” Tseng murmurs, “it’s good to finally see you again.”

-After that, their adult reserve crumbles, and the two children (only ten years old) cry heart wrenchingly on each other’s shoulders, because they saw the world end, they saw death, and now they woke up and thought for years they were the only ones.

-The others trickle in slowly after that, in fits and starts. Kyoko wanders over one day and introduces herself as Elena, and Rufus realizes Ryohei, her very quiet brother, has been something of a Martial Arts fanatic since a few years ago (since Rufus broke his seal, he doesn’t know it, but the sheer power and desperation of his Flames echoed over the town and woke up the others, though they did not realize where their awakening had come from).

-Cissnei shows up on his doorstep without explanation, her hair dark purple now and her body skinny from malnutrition that Rufus’s new mother happily sets about fixing.

-One by one his Turks drift in, and when Hibari starts growling over the intrusion of a budding gang in his territory, Rufus finally deigns to give Hibari his full attention.

-It’s a fight that ends in two broken arms, three broken ribs, a black eye and a nasty concussion, but one of those arms, the black eye, one of the ribs, and the concussion aren’t his and Hibari looks at Rufus in something like awe before he names Rufus Fluffy Carnivore and suddenly Hibari has a new turk recruit who comes with his own small army of pompadour wearing minions.

-Excellent.

-Rufus is content to start small. He doesn’t want to attract the attention of his father’s organization yet, but he has established himself as a small Yakuza now (though no one knows he rules it, his illusions are so helpful in making him seem smaller and weaker and clumsier than he is, to the point the oblivious students and teachers call him Dame-Tsuna) and he is looking into uncovering which Mafia group his father works for (so he can someday tear it up by the roots and burn it down, just to see the look on Iemitsu’s face).

-Of course, when he turns 14, everything gets ... complicated.

-Namely a tiny hitman shaped vaguely like a toddler shows up on his doorstep, calls him Dame-Tsuna, and says he’s here to teach Tsuna how to be a proper Mafia boss.

-Rufus and his Turks are Not Impressed™.

-But Iemitsu sent this tiny hitman, and Rufus is never one to pass up a chance to play the enemy for a fool, so he plays along. He plays the startled, skeptical civilian, the klutzy middle schooler with a group of wacky friends who don’t fit in any better than him, and when the TRAINED KILLER who is the best in the world (or so he claims) buys it wholesale, Rufus has to struggle not to roll his eyes at the sky because HONESTLY.

-Then Reborn drags a boy from Italy here, one who is quiet and wears sunglasses and has perhaps too much love of explosions and Rufus grins to himself and clicks his fingers at Tseng. Tseng takes the boy aside, and when they come back, Rude calmly swears fealty to Rufus without batting an eye.

-Reborn’s strangled surprise in the corner is priceless.

-It’s less priceless when Reborn shrugs it off as coincidence and keeps buying the “Dame-Tsuna” persona.

-It takes until Mukuro (Reno, a nearly broken, fractured Reno who has kept his sanity only because of the memories his torture dragged up out of his soul) shows up with two more of his Turks and Rufus and Rude talk them down in minutes (and with a lot of tears afterward, because these bodies are only 14 and Reno and his comrades have been through too much already) that Reborn starts to get suspicious that Something Is Up.

-Even so. The Dame-Tsuna insults and condescension persist, and Nana is bristly from it now (from being lied to in the face and expected not to notice) and Reborn still doesn’t notice and it is honestly getting on Rufus’s nerves.

-The day the Varia show up and he is told that Tsuna is to fight for the throne of Vongola, a pack of seeming 14 year olds against TRAINED ADULT ASSASSINS. Rufus decides enough is enough.

-On the day of the first fight, Rufus calmly and openly tells his Turks to “Take the Field”. The leader of the Varia, a man who’s Flames all but scream pain and betrayal and anguish (a familiar set of emotions, albeit not hidden and turned into poison, and it seems like Rufus is destined to be reminded of his first childhood at every turn doesn’t it) laughs at the “arrogance of the small trash”. Rufus just smiles, thin and polite and sweet.

-Martial Arts tears through Lussuria with a flurry of punches and kicks that send little shockwaves through the arena and the laughter slows.

-Knives (now named Haru) doesn’t even bat an eye at the lightning umbrellas and instead goes straight for the man’s sensitive bits with a lightning enhanced foot, then holds a knife to his sensitive parts and sweetly asks him to yield.

-By the time the Storm battle occurs and Rude has neatly burned off a good chunk of the Varia Storm’s hair with his bombs, the laughter has stopped and the staring has begun. Reborn and Iemitsu are deathly silent as they watch “Tsuna’s civilian friends” shred the Varia like paper, but really what did they expect to happen when they pitted the only group of unenhanced alive who could go toe to toe with SOLDIERs and win against some over-confident assassins?

-The Varia leader gets steadily more furious with each uninterrupted victory from the Turks, snarling and raging at his subordinates in a way that is most unbecoming. By the time it’s the turn of the Skies (and Nono is there to watch and such a PITY he didn’t get killed in the exploding mecha suit, truly), Rufus is still smiling thinly and Xanxus is fit to burst with fury.

-”What are you?” Xanxus roars not long into their fight, when Rufus calmly dodges every blast and seems to all but fade from the senses if they take their eyes off him for a mere moment, “You’re supposed to be a Sky! Stop fighting like a trash Mist!”

-Rufus stops, and pointedly does not look at Reborn or Iemitsu or Nono. He just grins, wild and bloody, “Alright.”

-He lets his Sky Flames out.

-The two so-called referees, Iemitsu’s pet Rain, and the Varia’s Lightning all drop to their knees from the pressure.

-Xanxus gapes.

-”Turns out,” Rufus hums calmly as he creates a shotgun out of Mist Flames and fires a round of pure Sky Flame at Xanxus’s chest (the man barely dodges with a stream of curses), “that nearly dying of a prolonged seizure and three heart attacks when you are just a toddler because of the Flame Seal that your dearest father and father’s boss tried to carve into your soul means your Dying Will is very, very strong. Who knew.”

-Xanxus actually lowers his pistols to stare at Rufus, “They. What.”

-Rufus politely refrains from shooting this man while his guard is down, because an enemy of Nono is a potential ally that shouldn’t be wasted, “You heard me. Ask mother dearest if you want. She was the one who ran to the hospital with my seizing body in her arms and spent the next seven hours outside the emergency room calling my father’s number with no response, unsure if I would live or die. But please, don’t let mere facts stop you from telling me how I’m trash who can’t light a candle with my Will. It certainly doesn’t stop my so-called Tutor.”

-Somewhere in the background, Reborn makes a strangled noise, and Rufus thinks that the Varia Sun is the one making the angry kettle noises all medics make when their medical sensibilities have been gutted and set on fire in front of them.

[justlostinautumn]

Abandoned 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader:

After her friends and boyfriend continuously leave her in danger and abandon every plan she makes for them the Originals slowly mend her breaking heart. The gang’s enemies become her friends with her and they don’t know how to feel about it. The last straw is walking in and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her and she runs to the ones who always care for her. What will the gang do when they lose something irreplaceable?

Everyone:

“Y/N, let me…” Damon shot up startled by Y/N’s startled entrance, but Y/N held her hand up.

“Let you what? Explain? There is nothing to explain, we all know what’s happening.” Y/N growled pointing at him and Elena.

“You don’t understand!” Damon argued, Y/N looked on with disbelief did they really think that she was that stupid?

“What don’t I understand? That Miss Damsel in Distress over there needs you all the time? That you are willing to let me die, your girlfriend for some fucking manipulative bitch? Or the fact that it will always be Elena? Damon this is the problem I was always understanding, but I’m tired.” Y/N’s tone was even and calm but the look in her eyes froze Damon to his place. Everyone else was just standing there after running in after the shouting. On one side you had Damon and Elena with the rest of the gang minus Enzo and Tyler who stood by Y/N and on the other side, you had the Mikaelson's and co. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” Elena screeched at Y/N’s nickname for her, all Y/N did was roll her eyes and raised a brow asking her to try and argue with her.

“Put a muzzle on your bitch Damon.” Y/N sneered, Y/N was tired of being nice to them when all they do is walk over her and use her. There was also this burning rage inside her that was dying to explode out of her, it was something she has never felt before… ‘but, everyone has a breaking point, right?’ She thought to herself. It’s only fair she takes out her rage on them cause they do the same to her… after all they are friends, right?

“Y/N!” Caroline looked furious and Elena started to sniff loudly and let out a dramatic sob, Damon pulled her in close hugging her. ‘As always, cue the waterworks because Elena doesn’t like being called out.’ Y/N thought to herself as she rolls her eyes

“Just like always protecting defenceless Elena.” Y/N shakes her head, letting out a humourless laugh. “For a vampire, you suck. Can’t even defend yourself.”

“Shut up!” Elena snarls at Y/N, only making Y/N smirk broadly at her. Y/N knew this was wrong antagonising Elena like this but something in her wanted to see what she would do. She wasn’t scared about what could happen, she was just royally pissed at her friends. Why should she care when they don’t care for her?

“And you called Katherine manipulative… I guess you were right Kat.” Y/N looked at Katherine, they shared a knowing smile and Y/N looked back at a furious Elena, she was going red with her rage and Y/N could see it beginning to boil over… it was working! Y/N couldn’t help her smirk broadening at Elena’s reaction. God this felt good! It felt good to stand up and say what was on her mind for a change.

“I’m nothing like her!” Elena shouted, taking a step forward. Y/N wanted to see what she would do; would Elena be stupid enough to attack her with this many Originals in the room. In a cruel, twisted way she kind of hoped she would.

“You’re right, you’re nothing like Kat… you’re worse!” Y/N smirked as she watched Elena’s smug smile fall quickly, realising she wasn’t going to get her way. Y/N was pinned to the wall by Elena who snarled viciously at her and Y/N laughed. It left everyone shocked that she wasn’t screaming, that she was just laughing at Elena’s anger. The next thing anyone knew Elena was on the floor, neck broken and Klaus was looking at Y/N with a stern look but a smirk pulling on his lips as he tried to contain his amusement. This was a new side to her and he was loving it, there was something so powerful about the way she held herself and fought back… a fire he’d never seen before and he loved it.

“Do you have to antagonise everyone in the room?” He smirked, shaking his head at her and all Y/N did in return was smirk with a small shrug. She looked around the room to see everyone was tense about what was happening, eyes locking with Damon and she could see a mixture of emotions running through his crystal blue orbs.

“Just being truthful.” Y/N said walking past Klaus stepping over Elena. Damon quickly ran to Elena, picked her up and put her on the sofa sitting next to her holding her hand. A coldness ran through Y/N at the sight, it still hurt as much as she didn’t care. She’d loved him, he should’ve treated her like that at least once.

“You need blood.” Klaus said, catching Y/N’s arm, lifting her chin with a soft touch and observing the bruises forming around her neck. But the look Y/N gave him said enough to know she wouldn’t be taking any of his blood anytime soon, with a slight shake of her head she pulls away and looks back at the gang. A silence filled the room as both groups watched one another waiting, tension was thick and no one wanted to break the silence.

The girl that was now in front of them wasn’t their friend, this girl was something else. She looked at each of them and they saw the darkness in her eyes and they were scared of what might be said… what might be done. There was almost something cruel about her and maybe they brought it upon themselves, but they thought they were all friends and she would forgive them and move on like always. Tyler and Enzo watched on with amused looks on their faces, they knew this would eventually happen. The gang was hoping that their friends would help them but they seemed to receive no help from them.

“You know what I find interesting?” Y/N asks almost like she’s talking to herself.

“What?” Jeremy was pissed off, his harsh tone caused Y/N’s piercing E/C orbs to focus on him and he repressed a shiver at her cold look.

“That none of you are surprised about Damon and Elena. I know they are about as subtle as a gun, but I thought my friends would tell me about my supposed best friend is hooking up with my boyfriend.” Y/N tilted her head at them, the look in her eyes was almost sinister. Daring them to lie to her, daring them to try and make it not their fault, daring them to do anything.

“There was always speculation, but nothing confirmed.” Caroline answered, she had always been a good liar but Y/N could see through the excuse. It was always excuses with them, in one form or another… did they ever get tired of it?

“Always quick to defend and with the excuses Caroline.” Y/N shakes her head and Elena begins to stir on the sofa, Y/N ignores her and closes her eyes and composes herself. She wasn’t going to let herself cry in front of them, they didn’t deserve anymore of her tears.

“It’s the truth!” Jeremy answers sternly trying to drive the point home, he would always defend his sister. A Hunter who protects those he is meant to hunt… it’s a little twisted.

“George Orwell said ‘The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.’ I don’t think you know what the truth is anymore.” Y/N said and there was a look of pity in her eye and they all stood there shocked.

“You think they tell you the truth about themselves? All the things they’ve done to us? All the things they’ve ever done?” Damon got up leaving Elena’s side and was standing in front of Y/N, his eyes were black , none of the beautiful blue shining through. He pointed at everyone behind her and she didn’t take her eyes off him. It left him with an unsettled feeling in his stomach because when she looks at him he doesn’t see the love she normally has for him in her eyes. He’s met with nothing, an empty look… the lights are on but no one's home.

“I know exactly who they are and what they’ve done. They told me the truth when it comes to their plans, but you know that Damon. Otherwise, you wouldn’t use me, would you?” Y/N tilting her head and Damon saw a flash of something in her eyes, something familiar and he could feel something in him squeeze. Was that pain? Did he see pain flash in her eyes, a look he’s seen often after they used her to get information. When they used her for bait and they lied about the reason why they needed her, when they used her as a puppet for their own personal gain and her safety and security was just an afterthought, when they put their happiness over her own or when they would compare her to Elena or someone else. There were many times he’d seen that look, but yet she always came back… she was always there for them no matter what, was this the straw that broke the camel's back?

“Y/N…” Damon started but trailed off there was nothing he could say that would fix this. He had ruined it and it was no one’s fault but his own.

“Why?” Stefan looks at Y/N with a furrowed brow, drawing her attention to him and away from Damon who was pulled into an embrace by Elena. Y/N stiffened at their intimacy, he didn’t push her away like he did with Y/N, he didn’t flinch at her touch or brush her aways or take a step back so she wasn’t crowding his space.

“That’s my question. Why me?” Y/N tilting her head, her eyes leaving Damon to look at Stefan. They soften slightly when she looks at Stefan. She had a soft spot for the younger Salvatore you can’t pick your family.

“Everyone loves you, I don’t know why but they do. You have this thing that draws people in and no matter what they do or how bad they are you are willing to stand by them not forcing them to change unless they want to. You are a magnet and you draw people in, no matter how hard they try to run from you. Sending you in always worked, people want to be in your light and we used it to get what we wanted… we never told you anything about them because we knew you’d say no. So, we would send you in blind so that you could distract them without knowing and it would sometimes lead you to get hurt.” Stefan spoke he looked ashamed at the fact he knew the answer, it was almost like he wanted to say he didn’t know why. But, Stefan swore to himself if something like this happened he’d be honest with her… he knew that they’d break her and he’d have to do this, so why didn’t he do anything to stop it? He just stood by and watched.

“Y/N, please.” Damon pleaded, looking at her.

“What Damon? Please what? Understand? Forgive you? There’s nothing left for us and you made sure of that. I’m tired of waking up to an empty bed, to a note… sometimes saying where you are. I’m tired of being stood up on our dates because you forget… maybe you don’t forget and you’re too busy getting your dick wet. Damon I’m done being second fiddle in my life! I’m done with you and I’m done with everyone who thinks it’s okay to use me to get their fucking way. Why should I forgive you? Because you’re going to change and be there?” Y/N growled at Damon she couldn’t seem to contain her fury any longer.

“You think they won’t use you?” Damon barked laughter as he was trying to antagonise her now to react to him. He was pissed that she was almost so calm about everything happening, he wanted her to feel as hurt as he did.

“The fuck!” Klaus bellowed making his way to Damon, eyes shining yellow, but Y/N got in the way, not taking her eyes off Damon as she rested one of her hands on Klaus’ chest and the other on his cheek gently stroking it. Damon got the reaction he wanted just from the wrong person, but he was going to push and see where it went. He didn’t like the way his girl was touching Klaus.

“You heard me! You are going to use her and then dump her.” Damon sneered at the hybrid and Y/N tensed at his words, her hand calming Klaus froze in place and a threatening growl not only leaving Klaus but the others as well. Klaus pushed forward to go for Damon but Y/N’s hands became firmer on his chest and he looked down to see Y/N hadn’t taken her eyes off Damon.

“He’s not worth the energy.” Y/N said coldly and she saw the light in Damon’s eyes dim and the realisation hit him. Damon felt hollow, he took a step back and was met with Elena’s arms that felt wrong… she wasn’t the one he wanted soothing him.

The room was thick with tension and silence. Letting out a deep breath Y/N turned her back to the gang and looked Klaus in the eye, she was tired and over this all she wanted to do was go.

“I think I should get home. I’m sure my parents want to talk to me before they leave.” Y/N sighs, this was another conversation she wasn’t looking forward to. Before Klaus could talk he was interrupted.

“Y/N… I’m sorry.” Damon spoke softly and Y/N’s head snapped in his direction, something in her wanted to soothe him. But, she also knew she could never forgive him. “I never deserved you and you never deserved to be treated like that.”

“We accept the love we think we deserve.” Y/N said her voice and face showing nothing, Damon lowered his head as he thought about her words. “I didn’t deserve to be treated the way you treated me, but that never meant you never deserved my love or forgiveness… this isn’t just using me as bait, this is using me and then throwing me away like I was nothing more than a dirty sock. I was your girlfriend and I was always your last priority unless I was needed.”

“You can’t leave me.” Damon continued softly, almost begging.

“I was always here, the person who was always leaving and never here was you. I can’t even count the number of times I woke up to a cold bed sometimes with a note, more often without and always for the same reason. Damon, I’m tired. Tired of being alone, being used as bait, you only being with me when it’s convenient.” Damon looked into her eyes and could see the dam was about to break and took in a deep breath and realised he had truly fucked up.

Klaus pulled her close to him fearing that she might go back to him, but when he felt her lean into his embrace he relaxed slightly. He watched as the gang watched them closely and he saw how broken Damon looked as he watched his girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, relax in the arms of his enemy.

Y/N let out one final sigh and decided it was time for her to leave, but before she could leave she was called back.

“Y/N!” Elena shouted, Y/N sighed what more was left to be said?

“What? You got everything you want, what more from me could you possibly want?” Y/N was tired and wanted to curl up in bed, her parents would be leaving soon and she knew they’d want to talk to her. Who knows how that was gonna go!

“I wish things could have been different.” Elena looks just above Y/N’s head and she knew Elena was lying.

“Don’t lie to me!” Y/N moved forward growling to be caught around the waist by Klaus. Y/N was fed up with the lies she had been told and her overall frustration at both Damon and Elena was at its peak. All Y/N wanted to do was break Elena’s neck.

“Not worth it.” Klaus threw the gang a dirty look, trying to keep her close to him but she pulled away.

“You’re right.” Y/N turned quickly leaving everyone to watch as she left, not saying another word. They weren’t worth it, she was done.

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[zodiyack]

Alive

Requested by anon: could you do a story please of when kol was trying to chop of jer's arm but his s.o. is with him and shes like him a bit like psychotic and instead of him dying they do chop of his arm I might be still upset about his bullturd death

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mention of death, violence, angst

Words: 1,276

Summary: (See Request)

Note: So instead of him chopping off Jeremy’s arm, ‘cause I think him partaking in finding the cure is a (major?) part of the storyline, I’ve made some slight changes, but rest assured, Jeremy and Kol are still alive!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

Y/n had been invited in previously, thus gaining easy access to the Gilbert house, but this time, Jeremy and Elena wish they hadn’t been so kind. She was dating the ‘other’ psychopathic original, as the group called him. Kol Mikaelson, the one and only.

Her kindness was also bitterly regretted when both Gilberts made it their mission to destroy and murder Kol Mikaelson once and for all, therefore completing Jeremy’s tattoo and giving them one less problem. Y/n, of course, did not approve in the slightest, which was expected and exactly why she wasn’t in on the group’s newest plan.

Like her lover, Y/n was a little carefree. Both mentally and otherwise, but even with their carelessness, it was the bond that kept Y/n sane. She considered herself a normal, sane, and loving person. Unfortunately, the Gilberts were doing the one thing that could, and would, change that for the worst.

“I promised my brother I would not kill Jeremy. So I think I’ll cut off his arm instead.” Kol announced. The hunter and his doppelganger-vampire sister darted throughout the house, Kol finding amusement in the unintentional game of hide-and-seek.

“Kol.” She awaited his instruction, listening for either of the siblings the best she could.

“Go that way, darling.” He pointed up the stairs, “I’ll take this part.”

Y/n nodded and quietly, but quickly, paced up to the second floor as Kol explored the first. Her heightened senses came in handy in the unexpected challenge. She could smell Elena’s shampoo, the vervain dripping into the sink from the faucet. Clever mayor, she admitted, poisoning the town with the herb that had been dumped in it’s water supply.

A wooden bullet hit her in the back, sending her to the ground with a grunt. Kol had heard from below, hastily making his way up with even more fury for the Gilbert siblings to deal with.

“Don’t you dare touch her. If you do, I may have to revoke my promise, and trust me, you don’t want me to do that, now do you?” He reached Y/n’s crumpled body, pulling the bullets out gently. “There there, my darling. Try not to get hurt any more than you’ve already been. I promise, I’ll end this.”

Kol raced to the door Elena had slammed closed and was trying to keep shut. He pushed and shoved as hard as he could, the vampire on the opposite side pushing a dresser against it in an attempt to keep it shut. However, her strength was no match to Kol’s, not even the dresser could keep him from the room.

She sped out of the room, locking doors behind her as if that would keep the original out. Kol kicked in the first door and punched through the second door. He was then greeted by the vampire he’d been chasing standing beside her brother, who held a gun with stakes in it.

Jeremy shot a stake at Kol, which he caught. “Missed.” Jeremy shot again, and Kol, again, caught it. But, before he had the chance to quip about Jeremy’s bad aim, Elena shot at him with the same gun that had been shot at Y/n.

“Go!” She yelled to Jeremy. Elena continued shooting, Kol backing up with every bullet that hit him, until Kol reached the first doorway and threw a stake that nailed her in her thigh.

Jeremy was fast; he almost made it to the staircase...but Kol was faster. Kol grabbed ahold of the younger Gilbert, shoving him down the stairs harshly. Elena sped to Kol, having now pulled the wooden weapon from herself. She jumped on him from behind, only to be pushed into the wall.

Kol walked to the stairs, ripping a baluster from it and stabbing it into Elena’s stomach, trapping her in place. He returned to the staircase, sighing once he saw Jeremy groaning in pain. “Now. About that arm.” Kol jumped over Jeremy and grabbed ahold of his legs, dragging him down the stairs.

Y/n opened her eyes to the sight of Jeremy tied to the kitchen island and Kol standing over him with a butcher-knife. She’d passed out for a small amount of time but recovered fast enough to prevent Kol from doing anything stupid.

“Now, like I said, I don’t fancy the hunter’s curse so, I’m just gonna chop off your arm.” Kol commented nonchalantly, as if he was doing something everyone did normally. “But don’t worry! I heal you right up with a bit of blood after.”

He held Jeremy’s head down to prevent as much struggle as he could. “Sorry about the sting...” Kol let go of his head and pulled away with a confused expression, squinting as his eyes studied Jeremy, flicking from arm to arm. “Now which- which arm is it? Is it left or right? Darling, do you know which arm that darned hunter’s mark is?” His eyes lifted to meet Y/n’s.

“No, not really. This is the first time I’ve met a hunter, if I’m honest.” She shrugged.

Kol looked back down at Jeremy and shook his head. “I’ll just cut off both to be safe.” Preparing to rid Jeremy of his right arm, Kol returned to his position before he questioned which side it’d be on. He swung downwards, but before the blade could come in contact with Jeremy, Elena took hold of the knife.

Elena pushed backwards, sinking the butcher-knife into Kol’s shoulder, using his own arm against himself. Y/n winced as Kol groaned in pain. She watched as Jeremy had untied himself and got up. She knew she had to act quick, and act quick she had. Noticing Jeremy reach for the vervain filled faucet and Elena’s eyes drift to the white-oak stake in Kol’s jacket, Y/n separated the Elena and Kol with a rough shove.

“No! Stop!” Jeremy dropped the hose-like-faucet and stilled, Elena also frozen in place. “I’m sorry, alright? Yes, it’s wrong of us to go after Jeremy, but trust me, you’ll be dealing with a lot worse if you so much as lay a finger on him.”

“He was about to chop Jeremy’s arms off!”

“And? I can understand why, I mean, Silas? Really? You’re crazy if you think you could raise him without consequence. Better to give up now and make amends. Even so, I cannot stop you. However, I can stop you from taking the man I love and making an enemy out of me.”

“Love, it’s fine, let them try-”

“Shut up, Kol.” Y/n shook her head. “Want to convince people you killed him off? Get your witch to create some sorta image of him dying, whatever, I’ll even help gather vampires for Jeremy to kill, but so help me, I will kill you as soon as the thought of killing Kol enters your mind.”

“I- but-”

Jeremy nodded, shooting Elena a look of sympathy. “She’s right, Elena. Kol’s probably all she has left and it isn’t fair for us to take him from her.”

“But he’s evil!”

“We know what it’s like, Elena! We’re all we have. Imagine if Kol did indeed kill me. That’s like if we kill Y/n or Kol. I mean...” Shane had opened up a humanity for Jeremy per Elena’s request, and right now, she was slightly regretting asking for that. “How about this. You break your deal, we break ours.”

“I believe that’s how a deal works, Jeremy.” Kol grinned. “Anyhow, I um... We accept. Do you two agree to uphold your end of the ...alliance?”

“It’s not an alliance.” Elena spat. She felt Jeremy’s disapproving eyes burn into her skin, causing her to sigh. “But yes, we accept. Enjoy being alive.”