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Bewitched.
Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader
Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.
Word count: 2.7k
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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.
She was his newest fascination.
Klaus heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. He observed the sunlight blazing across her poorly parked car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, thatâs all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.
He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.
âIâll have a glass of your finest red,â Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. âUg- weâre not serving right now.â
âNo worries mate,â his mellifluous voice paused. âThe red I fancy isnât something Iâd find on your menu.â The man's gaze shot up to Klausâs. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. âUnless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where sheâs hidden.â Klausâs threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.
Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...
Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the âother side,â would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didnât help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...
Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.
âWhere are we headed this time darling?â
âAhhh!â You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. âI must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.â His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.
âJesus,â you huff, and Klausâs smirk grows. âAs much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isnât that appealing.â Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.
âWell, if you hadnât decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldnât have the pleasure.â
âIf you werenât trying to kill me, maybe Iâd stick around.â Klausâs brows twist like he's appalled by your words. âWho said I was interested in killing you?â
âYou- I- then, what do you want?â You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. âYour talents of course.â
âMy talents.â You repeat, baffled.
âYes, do keep up, my dear.â
âWhy? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.â
The corner of his lips elevate once more. âIâm flattered.â
Heâs become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.
âBut, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,â he muses. âYour connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.â
After a prolonged silence, you speak. âIf I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, youâll let me walk away, unscathed?â Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. âYes, you have my word.â Klausâs expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.
That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.
Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.
âThatâs enough!â Klausâs eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.
âLove, whatâs wrong?â
âWhat's wrong is that Iâm tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those âhunters.ââ You huff, closing your eyes.
Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture togetherâŠ
âLove, why donât you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?â He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."
Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. âOkay.â
After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you canât help it.
When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. Itâs too quiet, and you canât see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.
âYou fucking bitch,â he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. âHow about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.â The man crackles with humourless laughter. âIâm sure heâd appreciate that.â
While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.
He muffles Klausâs name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times youâd bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.
The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klausâs arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.
His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.
After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everythingâs fine now love,' 'Iâm here,' 'Iâll take care of you...'
âIâve never felt so helpless,â you mumble.
He shakes his head. âThereâs nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,â he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. âThough, I wish you wouldâve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.â
You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. âIf I listened to you, Iâd probably be dead by now.â
âOh really?â He grins, eyes creasing, âHow so?â
âWell, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.â Klaus guffaws. âYou're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.â
âShe wouldnât have,â he denies, still chuckling.
âYes, she would have Klaus.â You start to laugh too.
âYou know, I wouldnât have let her.â His face deadpans, âLike I didnât let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.â
âYes, of course, your word.â You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. âItâs not all that Iâve given you.â
You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, âYour skills as a witch truly know no bounds.â
âThe hell are you talking about now?â You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.
âIâm talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.â
You freeze, heart dropping.
âYou donât mean that...â Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.
Heâs so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.
âI've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.â He smirks, breath fanning your face. âWitchcraft.â
Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.
Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.
Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you donât stop him. He audibly tells you how much heâs enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.
âI can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.â He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. âHow about you let me try?â He hums politely. âYou know you want me to.â
âNo,â you huff.
âNo?â His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. âNot here,â you finish, and he smirks wildly.
âThen, Iâll just have to get us a private room?â He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. âOne that is, unoccupied,â he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You donât even want to think about what he did to your assailantâŠ
âPlease,â you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. âTo be continued,â he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.
Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.
As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. âNow, how about that taste?â He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.
His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.
He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. âLovely,â he sing-songs.
He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. âK-Klaus.â
âHmmm,â he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he canât decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if heâs imagined every which way he could.
You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.
When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. âYouâre incredible,â he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.
âFuck, take off your clothes,â you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.
âThereâs only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.â His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, âIt seems youâre going to break your promise then.â
He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, âThereâs no way Iâm coming out of this unscathed.â A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.
Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.
You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.
âYouâre too big,â you gasp.
âYou can handle it, sweetheart,â he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. âKlaus, itâs too-â
âItâs perfect,â he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.
âTell me,â he groans through his panting. âTell me you want me.â He demands, though it almost sounds like heâs begging for it. âI-I want you.â The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.
âMore,â he just about whines.
âI want you Klaus,â you shout. âYou feel so good- fuck Iâve always wanted this, you.â You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.
Feeling his leg tremble, you know heâs close. âBite me.â His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. âBite me while you cum,â you command.
He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.
After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.
Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. âHow are you still hard?â You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. âI told you, youâve bewitched my very soul darling.â He smirks.
âThis is only the beginning.â
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hii! could you please do a klaus x stefan x reader smut.
(klaus and reader are in a relationship.) klaus dares her to suck stefan off whilst sat on his lap. Klaus feels her getting wet as she sucks stefan off and says something like âthatâs it love, cover my fingers in your cumâ
could you also please include degrading pet names and klaus getting possessive like âdoes he taste as good as I do love?â
then he fucks reader out of jealousy/possessiveness and makes her and stefan hold eye contact.
I totally understand if youâre not comfortable doing this!! thank youu đ€

Indulgences
I had been with Klaus for a couple of years now. He made me feel safe despite knowing how dangerous he was.
Klaus had his ups and downs of course but who didn't? I still loved him.
Even when he proposed ideas of threesomes sometimes and I'd have to watch as he made love to another woman, although he always insisted it wasn't love making and it never meant anything.
I didn't always like having to share him but it made him happy so I did.
Sometimes I could tell right away when he saw a woman that he'd want us to be with later. He always made sure to pay me attention too during the sessions but it wasn't the same as when it was just us.
Sometimes I would pull away and he'd send the other girl home. He would pull me back to him and kiss my face.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." Klaus would whisper, his fingers in my hair. "It wasn't a good time and I should have recognised that." He would murmur. "I'll make it up to you, my love."
And he always would.
That was his only fault really, that he indulged a little too much. But it could have been a lot worse.
When we got to Mystic Falls I got to stay in my own hotel whilst he did his supernatural business but he made sure to come over in the evenings to have dinner with me and spend some time.
It was hard when he turned into a wolf for a couple days, we hadn't really been apart since we'd gotten together but when he messaged me to come over to an address I knew something was happening.
When I got there I could already tell something was different about him as he wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. His eyes were gold when I looked up at them before they faded back to blue. Just after that the sound of heaving pulled my attention to the man on the floor, face dripping with blood.
Klaus pet my back as he kissed my ear. "Stefan's coming with us to find our wolves." He murmured and I nodded.
"Okay." I whispered and nodded and he smiled.
"We'll buy you some new clothes on the way, do you want to go get in the car?" He asked but it was demand disguised.
"Should I sit in the back?" I asked but he shook his head.
"No love, you stay beside me; always." He murmured and kissed my lips firmly before guiding me to the door.
Throughout the trip I was nice to Stefan and in return he was nice to me. Sometimes I would think that if I ever got to choose who we had a threesome with that it would be Stefan.
He was kind of like Klaus; sometimes he looked scary but he had a gentleness to him and he felt safe too. I wondered if he was like Klaus in bed too, if he needed to have threesomes with his girl.
Sometimes I thought about him when Klaus slid between my legs on top of the hotel bed. I wondered if Stefan could hear us through the walls. I wondered what he thought.
I'd look over at him when we were just standing around, waiting for Klaus to come out and sent Stefan in. Stefan would look back at me, smile a little and sometimes if we were stood close enough his hand would touch mine before Klaus could see.
But I didn't not love Klaus. I definitely did.
And I enjoyed being with him, feeling him hold me and touch me. He would ask me what was wrong and he would wake up early to get me some breakfast. Every now and then he would ask if he could drink from me which was something we only really did during passionate sex on special occasions but I think he could sense something off on the trip.
I must've been staring too long, Klaus picked up on it and he had dragged me up the hotel stairs.
"Do you like him, love? You like how Stefan looks?" He sneered, hands gripping my arms as he held me against the wall. "You want to feel him, don't you? Taste him, fuck him." He growled and I looked down, feeling guilty.
His breathing was heavy as a silence hung over us. I sniffed a bit and he sighed, his hold loosening before he caressed my arms and pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered and he nuzzled my hair.
"I can't be angry with you sweetheart. You're perfect for me and you've done this for me so many times." He murmured.
"Done what?" I whispered and he cupped my face, tilting my head up to look at him.
"Indulged." He muttered, eyes dark as he kissed my lips. "I have no doubt Stefan won't be interested sweetheart, I know he looks at you too. I just wasn't sure it was mutual."
"We don't have to." I mumbled and shook my head. "I don't even want to, I don't like sharing." I pulled away and he guided me back to him.
"You don't have to do any sharing this time, my love. I'll learn to share this time." He told me with a kiss to the side of my head and as much as the idea had an appeal, I didn't really want anybody like I wanted Klaus.
"I only like you inside me." I whispered, remembering the only other time we had been with a man instead of a woman and he had had me whilst Klaus watched. It didn't feel right, not like Klaus did.
"Then you can just do as much as you'd like. Maybe you just want a touch or a tase? Allow me to give you this sweetheart. I want this for you." Klaus convinced and I considered it.
We didn't talk about it again, but I'd wondered if Klaus mentioned it to Stefan. The vampire had been eyeing me much more, his touch lingering whenever he got the chance and it was making my body crazy.
When we got to Chicago and Klaus woke up his sister Rebekah, I felt jealous. She and Stefan looked at each other with nothing but desire. I didn't want to share.
So once we got to the hotel and Rebekah went into her room, I went into Stefan's.
He was already grinning when I stepped inside and his hands gripped my waist. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep ignoring me." He whispered, his forehead against mine.
I was down on the hotel bed in a second and everything felt right, except for one thing. "Klaus." I whined, my body sitting up but Stefan pushed me back down.
"He's on his way." He murmured and kissed my lips, It felt so good. I had to wonder if it felt that good when Klaus got to do that with other girls.
For a brief second, I forgot about Klaus and just focused on Stefan. The coldness of his hands, the taste of his tongue.
But Klaus made sure I wouldn't truly forget him.
I was lifted away from Stefan after a few moments and Klaus's warmth swallowed me.
"Tsk, my love." He scolded but his eyes and tone held no malice as he kissed my cheek. "Shouldn't be starting without me."
"I'm sorry." I mumbled but I wasn't, he had started without me before.
The buttons were picked undone one by one until my body was bare in Klaus's lap. "Look at Stefan, sweetheart." He murmured, his hand turning my head so I was looking at Stefan's naked body. He was leant back against the headboard and pillows, body on display and knowing smile on his face. My eyes drifted down to his cock, hard and waiting for me like Klaus's always was. "Good girl, go ahead." Klaus whispered, hands smoothing my body.
I could feel the nerves building as I crawled forward, Stefan's hands were immediately in my hair and guiding me down. I kissed softly from his base to the tip, listening to his breathing hitch and feeling Klaus grip my hips with tension.
He felt different against my tongue, I traced along the most prominent veins and up to the head, tucking lightly and listening to him groan.
"Mmm, just like that-" Stefan groaned and Klaus chuckled.
"Hear that, love? Stefan loves what a good cocksucker you are." He breathed into my ear and I whimpered with my lips still stretched around Stefan.
My head was pushed and pulled up and down, my throat relaxing to feel every inch of his shaft pump between the muscle. My eyes were half closed, Stefan's groaning face above me now blur.
My mind was a haze as my tongue rubbed at his skin swallowed every hint of a taste of his impending release.
Just as I sucked off the few beads of pre cum form his tip, two fingers slid through my folds making my body arch on instinct.
I went to lift my head, to look but a firm palm pushed me down. "Don't you dare." Klaus's voice growled from behind me. "We both know you want to feel him cum down that pretty throat of yours so keep going." He ordered as fingers pushed inside my cunt making me whimper and squirm in his lap.
I swallowed around Stefan's cock again, trying to reduce the amount I was salivating around him.
Klaus's fingers curled inside me, stroking me from the inside and making me clench around him.
Stefan's hands stroked me head, urging me to keep going.
Everything was so overwhelming, my body was already full of need just from the thought of any of this happening let alone it actually occurring.
They both felt so good, I could taste Stefan ready to cum and feel my cunt in a similar state.
Klaus could feel it too.
"Already about to cum on my fingers, love?" He purred, his lips behind my ear making shivers slip down my spine. "Go on, sweetheart. Show Stefan what a slutty pussy you have. Cum on my fingers." He commanded, his voice low and dark as both fingers moved withs supernatural speed.
My body rocked with his hand as Stefan's taste burst against my tongue and throat and his cry of relief broke through the tension of the air. I could feel myself shaking as I let go around Klaus's hand and swallowed Stefan's cum away, sucking the head for the last bit to come out.
My lips slipped off him, my cheek resting against his bare thigh as I panted and felt Klaus's fingers slowly circle my clit.
Klaus wrapped his arms around my midsection, pulling me back against his clothed chest. "That's my girl." He murmured, kissing my ear softly. "But that's enough. You're mine." He whispered, carrying me out of the hotel room, leaving Stefan a mess and bringing me up to the suite.
I was laid back down on my side, his body holding my down like usual. "I hated every second of that." He muttered, "Feeling how soaked you got from using that tongue on someone else." I whimpered in response and looked up at him as he shoved his belt off and tore the zipper straight off my jeans, letting his cock spring free.
I let out a cry when he pushed inside me in one fast thrust, a groan leaving him. "Klaus-" I gasped and he leant down to swallow my words. Our tongue tangled together before pulled away with a grunt and rocked his hips quickly.
"Tell me I taste better." He growled and I moaned.
"You do..." I whispered and he let out a puff of air.
"Say it."
"You taste better, better than Stefan- ah!" I cried out as he thrust particularly hard.
His hand was around my throat, keeping me down and at his mercy as his body moved in a frenzy against mine
I could feel his lack of control compared to usual, he was angry. It made him faster, his cockhead smacking into my spot repeatedly, so much so that It just felt as if he were rubbing right against it.
My pussy was weeping around him, wetting my thighs and the sheets below as I whimpered and moaned his name weakly.
His body collapsed into mine, his arms clinging to me tight as he nuzzled my throat and sucked a dark mark into the skin. His fangs pierced the skin but it didn't hurt much anymore.
We were rolled so I was on top of him, his cock still half hard and held between my walls.
"I love you." He murmured. "And I love all you do for me." In response I just tucked my head under his chin and let his hands guide my legs either side of his hips. "You're mine." He whispered and I smiled because I knew it.
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Oh can I request a Male reader x Kol, Elijah, and Klaus Mikaelson where the Mikaelson's are highly protective of M reader

Mikaelsons Whore
pairing: kol, klaus, and elijah mikaelson x male reader tags: vulgar language, elena being the 'righteous' queen, basically Elena being her whinny self, human male reader, the mikaelson family loves you
Elena was the golden childâthe popular girl and Mystic Fallsâ most recognized individual. It was all too easy for you to slip into the background and just be labeled as âthe other Gilbert.â Your younger brother Jeremy understood how that felt; he maintained a better relationship with you than Elena ever did. Still, even Jeremy couldnât begin to fathom what drew you to side with the Mikaelsonsâor how you managed to fall in love with not one, but three of the brothers, each dangerous in their own way. Ironically, the most feared and powerful family in history had shown you more warmth than anyone else in town. Rebekah, in particular, became the sister figure you had always needed and never truly found in Elena.
When word of your involvement with the Mikaelsons spread through Mystic Falls, the backlash was swift and merciless. Elena made her disapproval painfully clear by storming into your bedroom, practically foaming at the mouth, and demanding to know why you had betrayed herâas though your love life was hers to dictate. The Salvatore brothers, blinded by loyalty to your sister, declared that the Originals must have compelled you, never even pausing to consider that you might be spending time with them of your own free will.
Bonnieâs disapproval came as no shockâshe was Elenaâs best friend, after allâbut Carolineâs reaction stung the most. You had always admired her warmth and optimism, so hearing her spew the word whore cut more deeply than you ever expected. Still, you knew where her bitterness stemmed from: she craved love, and watching yet another potential romance slip through her fingers had turned her despair into anger.
When your loversâKlaus, Elijah, and Kolâheard about the way the town was talking, their reactions werenât pretty. Klausâs protective streak flared; you could feel the rage rolling off of him in waves as he threatened to make everyone in Mystic Falls pay for the insults. Elijah, always calm and composed, simmered with a cold fury that was somehow even more terrifying. And Kol, mischievous and volatile at the best of times, seemed eager to teach your tormentors a lesson about mocking his beloved.
But even if your family and friends had turned against you and spewed hatred, you refused to let your lovers make a scene. You understood their position, but at the end of the day, you naively believed that Elena and your friends would come around and be happy for you. This naivety was a mistake. "I'll be back soon," you murmured, smiling up at Klaus, who was visibly upset about the whole situation. He had proposed that he or one of his brothers accompany you to meet with Elena, but upon your insistence, they had reluctantly agreed to let you handle things alone.
"I'll be just a call away," Klaus conceded, his voice stern, leaving no room for negotiation on that point.
As you turned to leave, Klaus stepped forward and gently lifted your chin, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your foreheadâa gesture that spoke volumes of his love and concern. "Be careful," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the swell of emotions.
With one last reassuring nod, you left the safety of the Mikaelson home and headed towards the Mystic Grill. Upon your arrival, Elena greeted you with a serene smile. "I'm glad you came," she said, guiding you to a booth tucked away in the corner. The atmosphere was casual, the familiar buzz of the Grill around you almost comforting. She ordered drinks, and when yours arrived, you didn't think twice before taking a sip, trusting that your sister truly wanted to make amends.
However, as the evening progressed, you began to feel unusually drowsy and disoriented. The lights of the bar grew bothersome, and just as you tried to ask Elena to call Klaus, darkness enveloped you. When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, hands and feet bound. The Salvatore brothers and Bonnie were there, their expressions a mix of stern determination and misguided hope.
"We're going to fix this," Damon declared, his tone brooking no argument as he glanced at Bonnie.
Bonnie, her face pinched in concentration, approached with a collection of herbs and crystals. "I'm sorry. This will hurt, but it's for your own good."
Your eyes darted from person to person, hoping that your visible fright might make them reconsider their decision, but no one stepped forward. Elena stood beside Bonnie, murmuring something about getting her brother back, but then pain engulfed you. Thrashing in the chair, the ropes digging into your wrists, you let out screams of agony. You didn't know how much time passed as you screamed, but it was evident you were under no spell. "Klaus! Elijah! Kol!" you began to scream, hoping they would save you from this torment, but relief was slow to come, and you fell unconscious once again.
When you woke again, the surroundings were markedly different from the harsh, dimly lit room of your ordeal. The plush comfort of a familiar bed enveloped you, the soft linens smelling faintly of lavender and sageâan aroma that always soothed your nerves. The opulent room bathed in the gentle light of late afternoon told you that you were back at the Mikaelson mansion. As your eyes adjusted, you saw Klaus, Elijah, and Kol surrounding your bed, their faces etched with concern but visibly relieved to see you awake.
Kol was the first to notice your eyes fluttering open. "He's awake," he announced softly, his usual mischievous tone subdued.
Elijah, ever the composed one, approached with a glass of water, his movements graceful and careful. "How do you feel?" he asked gently as he helped you sit up to sip the water, his hand supporting your back.
Klaus, who had been standing by the window watching you with an intense gaze, came over and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "You're safe now, back home with us," he murmured, the relief palpable in his voice.
You looked between them, trying to piece together what had happened after your memory cut off. "WhatâŠwhat happened after I passed out?" you asked, your voice hoarse.
The brothers exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. It was Klaus who spoke, choosing his words with care. "You were in a bad state when we found you. We made sure no one could harm you again," he explained vaguely, not delving into the specifics of their retribution.
Elijah added, "Our priority is your recovery. You've been through a tremendous ordeal." He gently adjusted the bandages on your wrist where the ropes had left marks.
Kolâs expression darkened with the memory of your pain. "Letâs just say they wonât be bothering youâor anyone elseâever again," he added, though his tone was nonchalant, trying to shield you from the violent truths.
You sensed there was more they werenât telling you, but the exhaustion pulling at your limbs and the comfort of being surrounded by your protectors allowed you to set aside these thoughts for now. Gratitude filled your chest as you looked at each of them, their presence a tangible reminder of their commitment to you. "Thank you," you whispered, feeling overwhelmed and a bit adrift. "For coming for me."
"Always," Klaus responded firmly, his thumb brushing over your hand. "We will always come for you."
#x male reader#male reader#the vampire diaries#vampire diaries#caroline forbes#tvd#elena gilbert#stefan salvatore#damon salvatore#jeremy gilbert#tvd universe#tvd fanfiction#tvd fandom#tvdu#elijah mikaelson#finn mikaelson#katherine pierce#kol mikaelson#Elena gilbert bashing#rebecca mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#klaus mikaelson x male reader#klaus mikaelson#the mikaelsons#hope mikaelson#the originals#Elijah mikaelson x male reader#kol mikaelson x male reader#bonnie bennett#the salvatore brothers
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9K MAKE ME CHOOSE:ïŸâ§:ïœ„ïŸ @annacoleman ASKED: The Salvatore Brothers or The Originals Family?
Whenever you go too far, Iâll be there to pull you back, every second, every day, âtil you donât need me. Why? 'Cause right now, you're the only one I've got.
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TVDU x Vampire Faces
The Vampire Diaries | The Originals | Legacies (2009-2022)
#the vampire diaries#the originals#legacies#tvdedit#tvduedit#toedit#theoriginalsedit#legaciesedit#stefan salvatore#rebekah mikaelson#hayley marshall#klaus mikaelson#damon salvatore#kol mikaelson#elena gilbert#caroline forbes#hope mikaelson#elijah mikaelson#alwaysandforevergifs
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Rest in Peace, L.J. Smith - Thank you so much for these entertaining and amazing characters and the universe you worked hard on to share to the world. Your legacy will live on. Thank you for everything, truly.
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All frames where Colin smiles (or briefly....)

#I don't remember if there's more#sorry the brainrot is too strong#the fact in all of these he's smiling at stefan#okay that in 80% of them he's high but we don't mention it#my princess#hope we get to see more of him smiling in s7#colin ritman#bandersnatch#black mirror
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Preference~ Meeting Klaus in New Orleans
Preference~ Meeting Klaus in New Orleans
"Don't worry, mom. I'll keep my doors closed." As you pick up your purse from the floor, "Yes, I'll close my windows at night. Mom, I have seen the documentaries, and let's not forget criminal minds. I promise, I am not that ignorant."
You opened the door to your modern house and locked it. You have to say that Criminal Minds or any cop show in existence has proved to you what not to do when you're living alone. You never comprehended why people would foolishly leave their windows open at night. Which is terrifying as fuck for many reasons. For example, someone could enter your house and slaughter you in your sleep. Bloody insects could be swarming around you. Let's not forget that a fucking bird barged into your apartment last month.
When you were trying to head to work, you wouldn't leave your room. Until your co-worker came. She helped you get rid of that damn bird.
"I have to go now." You replied to your mom as you closed the door behind you.
"Please take care! Love you! Be safe and call me when you are off work."
"Yes, mom. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen. Like I told you before, I only live about ten minutes away from work. Love you."
As you hung up the phone, you had this weird feeling. Like you were being watched as you stood in front of your building. Already making your way to work. As you were getting nearer to where you work, you noticed there wasn't any music playing, and it seemed eerily quiet.
As you pushed open the door, there were blood splatters on the walls. Bloodied bodies are all over the place. The worst is seeing all the disfigured corpses on the exposed floor. In the center of the room, there were piles of bodies scattered around the floor. In the center of all those bodies stood a man with blonde hair, covered in blood from head to toe. His arms stretched out.
You noticed that he was holding something in his right hand; you couldn't make out what it was. Then you notice the liquid is dripping from the object. You distinguish it as a heart. You gasp and take a step back. Idiotically, you bumped into a table that was on the way out.
The murderous man turns around to see your small, quivering frame trying to leave the establishment. You had to find a way to get out. But you couldn't move. It felt like you were stuck. You could hear your heart thrumming in your ears. Crime shows didn't prepare you for this current situation that you are in. How were you going to make it out of life? He steps towards you; you stumble back to get away.
You turn around fully to run out of the building, but out of nowhere, he was already in front of you. Your thoughts were racing to find a way to get out of here. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and forces you close to him. Your breathing is uneven, and you have noticed black spots in your vision. The last thing you notice are these piercing blue eyes.
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Klaus p.o.v
"Who is she?" I hear my sister, Rebekah question as I go through our home.
"What has he done?" Hayley replies as she leans against the door frame.
I ignore them both, I honestly to do not have time listening to there banter about how I am a monster. I place the unconscious woman on my bed and walked out then closed the door.
I turn around to see my sister with her arms crossed above her chest waiting for me to answer her question. From done below we hear the rest of our siblings enter our home.
"Why is everyone so tense?" Freya question as she sees her you her siblings glaring at one another.
Rebekah twirls around to face Freya and says, "Klaus brought an unknown unconscious woman to our home."
You could see Elijah whip his head around to look at his brother. Klaus shook his head that he will explain to him later what happened. Elijah understood his brother. Therefore, he kept his mouth shut and turn to tell his dear sister to knock it off. But as usual, Rebekah ignores her older brother and kept on insisting that Klaus was going to hurt the poor girl that was in his room.
Klaus walks down the stairs to go into the kitchen, to find himself a drink. If he has to deal with his family, he would need something to calm his temptations on murdering his own siblings and the mother of his child.
Elijah walks in and sits down at the end of the table, he glances at his brother and says, "What happen?"
"She witness me murder our enemies then she fainted. It did not feel right of me to leave her there." Klaus pours himself more bourbon.
Elijah is amazed that his brother decided to take care of a woman that he scared to death. Maybe she will also help his brother, maybe she will help him change to be better for himself and his child.Â
Klaus then turns around to go back to his bedroom. He sit down at a near by chair, he wasn't going to lie to himself; if he did thought that you were attractive. The moment he sweep you from your feet due to you going to unconsciousness, Klaus removes the strands of your hair that were covering your face. He admired in awe, on how you can look so pure and innocent. Somewhere deep inside of him, he did not want to let go of you. The blonde man needs to make sure to keep you in his life one way or another. He will do whatever he needs to do to keep you with him.
Slowly you open your eyes, you took a glance from your surroundings. You did not recall where you were. Panic rose from your chest and you sit up; you try to push the blankets off of yourself.Â
"You should be careful, love." a voice calls out to me. I look towards the corner where the voice was coming from. In the left side of the room, sat the very man; who killed all those men at your work place. You push yourself up and try to run out of the room. It was no use, in a blink of eye, there he stood before me. You gasped in fear and took a step back, he had a smile on his face. If you had not known what he had done moments a go at the bar. You would find him an angel, so innocent and gentle. Like he would not seem to hurt anyone.Â
"Why did you bring me here?" you stuttered out as you kept on walking backwards to keep a distance between the two of you. Klaus brings his hands up to show that they were empty, a way to ease the shaking woman before him. He did not know if he should move in closer but noticing how she was backing away he decided against it. He lowers his hands to his side and replies, "I could not leave you there."
Your face showed confusion, you did not understand at all. Is he keeping you here to kill you? Or is he going to lock you away? (honestly you start making up scenarios in your head about what he could possibly do to you. Not going to lie you were scaring yourself to death, I believe it is time to stop watching crime shows). Â
"What do you mean?" as your legs hit the bed. Klaus moves in forward and chuckles softly; he now is standing in front of you. He looks deep into your eyes and tilts his head to the side and whispers to you, " I have been watching you. The first time I met you was at the plaza, you were sat at the nearby benches with a book in hand. I couldn't keep my eye away from you, you put me in a trance. Like a siren becoming to come near you. I wanted to go up to for a talk but I couldn't I did not want to taint you from you innocence."Â
Now you understood those times that you felt someone was watching your every move. For some odd reason you felt your heart flutter. He has always been there in the shadows taking care of you. Your mind was telling you that this by far the most weirdest shit ever but your heart was saying that this is the most beautiful thing someone has ever told you. Your heart was telling you that it is okay to have someone stalk you and be obsessed with you.Â
"So it shocked me when I saw you walk through those doors. I did knew your work schedule due to your co-worker name Cami. She has been the one giving me information about you. My surprise that you were there, I thought she was the one that will working today", He raised his hands to cup your cheeks and gentle caresses them with his thumb. " So don't be afraid of me, love."
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Years later
"That is how I meet your father, Hope." you took a sip of your coffee and smile towards Hope, who has a look of confusion.Â
"You stayed with him even though he scared the hell out of you." She questions, still not understanding how you, her stepmother could fall in love with her dad due to that introduction.
"Please do not judge me, sweetie. I know I am weird but I did truly found your dad terrifying but now, he is the most sweetest and adorable man that I know." Hope sighs and looks to see her dad leaning on the doorway.Â
He scoffs of the words that his wife utter and walks inside the room that they were in.Â
"Please do not let anyone else hear you." Klaus says as he wraps his arms around his wife's shoulders.
"What that you are fluff ball or that there is a soft side of you? Maybe I should open the doors to the balcony and scream them" You questioned playfully whiling sending a wink to Hope.Â
Hope giggles and shakes her head, "Maybe I should help you as well."Â
"Knock it off you two." Klaus points at you both. You and Hope snicker to one another.Â
"You know I love you." I lean to give him a kiss on his cheek.
#fanfic#stefan salvatore imagine#the vampire diares imagine#elijah mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#kol mikaelson#kol mikealson x reader#klaus mikealson x reader#damon salvatore fanfiction#damon x reader#klaus mikaleson imagine#klaus mikealson fanfiction#elijah mikealson x reader#elijah mikealson imagine#kol mikaelson fanfiction#kol mikaelson imagine#kol mikaelson x reader#damon salvatore imagine#damon salvatore#stefan salavatore x reader#niklaus mikaelson#hope mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson
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ANDOR: SEASON TWO
#andor#andor season 2#andor season two#ghorman#hope#star wars#thela#stefan crepon#cassian andor#diego luna
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#Oh Krafti...#stefan kraft#michael hayböck#kraftböck#I hope he is fine#He just lost his husband to retirement#He is gonna cry hard for sure#Someone Hug him#I look at you Haybi#ski jumping
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#same energy
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S02E03 - Bad Moon Rising LEGACIES S01E14 - Let's Just Finish The Dance
#stefansalvatoreedit#carolineforbesedit#hopemikaelsonedit#lizziesaltzmanedit#sterolineedit#hizzieedit#tvdedit#legaciesedit#stefan salvatore#caroline forbes#the vampire diaries#tvd#hope mikaelson#lizzie saltzman#legacies#myedits#mytvd#parallel#tvd parallel
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The Feel of Her
Klausâs gaze seemed to stick to her like glue.
Her hips would dance to the saxophone as she knocked back a glass of whatever before that enchanting voice of hers filled the bar again.Â
Klaus was going feral in his seat, just listening to the pure eroticness of the words masked by the song as her cherry lips moved sensually, getting so close to the mic.Â
By the end of the song her gloved hands were on at least one manâs chest, stroking up to his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.Â
The Original ached to get closer to the stage and be the next one, but he couldnât stoop to the average manâs level.
Especially not with Rebekah and Stefan being there to bear witness.
Instead he sent her drinks but it soon became apparent that he wasnât the only man doing so. She was surely bolloxed by the end of each night, stumbling into different people whilst usually holding onto some gentlemanâs arm.Â
Her laugh haunted his dreams, reeled him in time after time.
One night, heâd assured Stefan to take Rebekah somewhere new, perhaps a dinner or something.Â
That way he was free of judgement.
Thatâs how he ended up on that same stage, down on both knees whilst she bent down to taste his lips. The crowd cheered and whistled as they always did, somehow always in disbelief that sheâd keep doing this, maybe in wonder and hope they could be next.Â
Klaus wasnât as pliant as some of the others before him, he craved so much more of her.
The smoothness of her gloves stroked the stubble of his face, guiding his face away from hers. His teeth latched to her bottom lip, pulling it with him with a groan as she laughed. The drop of blood blurred with the redness of her lipstick before her tongue darted to catch it.Â
Klaus could have cum right there.
Her fingers pushed back through his slicked hair, petting him like he was anybody else.Â
His eyes fluttered and he felt the warmth of her mouth beside his ear.
âBuy me a drink, handsome.â She purred and for the first time Klaus knew how it felt to be compelled.
Soon enough both her hands were clutching his bicep as he kept her to his side, his other arm outstretched over the bar as he grabbed her glass and his, managing to balance them both whilst he got her over to his booth.Â
She raised a brow at the area.Â
âI thought you posh blokes preferred to watch.â It was a tease of course but Klaus felt a slight hit of some sort of embarrassment. He had constantly told himself that he was better, more powerful, more controlled, just more than any other being let alone any other man and yet heâd stooped to the behaviour of a commoner to have her. Involuntarily, his eyes did a quick glance, not wanting the others in the upper class to be judging him for his actions.
Her eyes narrowed slightly and a faint hum left her as she reached for his chin, guiding him back to her.Â
âThey canât touch you like I can.â She whispered and he shuddered.There was some sort of reassurance she was supposed to be implying but it was all so sexual that it was messing him all up. âNot with their eyes and definitely not with their hands.â Her words were like fire, the heat engulfing him with no chance of escape.
âWhat of their mouths?â He murmured, his mouth dry as her eyes locked on his. A lop-sided smile pulled at her painted lips as she caressed his face.Â
âIâm sure youâll be able to tell me by the sunrise.âÂ
Her statement was clear. He was going to have her, she would be his even if only for one night.
Klaus had his mouth back over hers, his skin was burning for her. His body clinging to hers, hands grappling. The fear of judgement was out the window as he pulled her up against him, her thighs on top of his as she rocked herself back and forth over his lap. Her dress was bunched up against her hips, the warmth of her driving him crazy as the friction got more and more delicious.Â
He could feel his cock throb, the need to just fuck her against the table, the couch, fucking anywhere, was killing him. His body was humping against hers like a wolf in his rut. Her gloves smoothed back his hair once more as she kissed his ear.Â
âYouâre such a sweetie.â She whispered to him, her eyes watching him through hooded lids as he trembled beneath her.Â
Klaus could only moan, the sound deep and guttural.Â
The humiliation couldnât catch up with the pleasure as he rubbed himself against her quicker, firmer.Â
She felt him stutter against her before his breathing stopped, her fingers curled into his gelled hair, lifting his head back so she could kiss his forehead once heâd finished against her underwear.Â
âTake me somewhere I can really feel you.â She uttered, her voice so convincing that he couldnât stop from nodding.Â
Klaus had her by the waist, his legs weak like a baby deers as he led her to a car. The driver didnât ask anything, just knew where to be. If the expensive booth reserved for the elite wasnât enough confirmation, the personal driver was.Â
Barely any words were needed at all.
His pants were undone in no time, her hands all over him.Â
Blunt nails dug into the seat below whilst his eyes fluttered and she stroked him slowly like she knew just the pace to tease him with.
As soon as the heat of her mouth was on him he was gone, it was like he had no control of his body at all.
His hips could never stop rolling, seeking her out over and over.Â
Her throat welcomed him every time, the wet gulp she made each time forced a whine from his throat until his own throat was raw.
Somehow her eyes had morphed into the image of innocence when he looked at her, the feel of her and the look of her left him no chance.
Those plump lips of hers were dripping with strings of his cum in no time. Klaus only moaned quietly as she licked the taste away with a hum of satisfaction.
Once he managed to get himself out of the car, which was completely steamed up at the back, she practically had to pull him into his home. It was huge, almost royal.
But she didnât care all that much at that moment in time.
Not whilst they were tugging the clothes off each other before they were both bare, only the neat pearls left around her neck as he rolled her into the sheets of his bed.Â
She looked up at him through her lashes when she felt his cock rest against her pussy, she knew he was far too desperate to wait much longer. One slight nod of her head had him bucking up, the thrust sharp and fulfilling as his whole cock plunged into her.Â
âAhh-â She moaned, her legs lifting to wrap around his hips as he groaned loudly.Â
Her nails scratched pleasantly down his skin as his body pushed deep into her time after time again. His breath was as heavy as hers as a bead of sweat dropped from his skin to hers.Â
Each thrust seemed to end some sort of battle within him until it was thoughtless, just natural. Their bodies slid together so perfectly that he would have begged to just keep her there forever.
Her hands pet his hair, down the back of his neck.
It was as though every individual nerve on his body was screaming for her.
His mouth sucked marks all over her skin, her neck, collarbone, shoulders, breasts, arms. Anywhere he could reach whilst still being able to push into her effortlessly. Her breathless laugh stroked him just the right amount, making him take her a little deeper whilst his hands slid down. Klaus had to pull her hands off his wrists as she moaned, her body getting too sensitive for his thumb on her clit.Â
He grunted at the sharp tug to his hair, his body shuddering against hers.
It was far too easy to fall apart with her.
By sunrise she was wrapped up in the bedsheets, pulled to his chest and breathing heavily whilst he dipped his tongue back into her mouth, a groan barely leaving his now sore throat.Â
Klaus wished he could have had her every night, for the rest of eternity, but she wasnât one to stay with one man for too long.Â
In the twenties women lived for each night, not forever like Klaus would.
Didnât mean he couldnât keep yearning.
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Truth or Dare: The Mikaelson Invasion (Sequel to âTruth or Dare Gone Wrongâ)
Here's the official sequel to Truth or Dare Gone Wrong, where Klaus Mikaelson and Co., crashes the next game nightâand brings all his chaos with him.
Three days had passed since the truth-or-dare spell incident. Three long days where Damon still refused to look at his reflection for too long, and Stefan pretended he hadnât recited rhyming couplets for hours on end. You, on the other hand, had finally stopped glowingâbut not before Caroline teased you into wearing sunglasses indoors. No one had dared say the words âtruthâ or âdareâ out loud since. It was an unspoken pact, one rooted in the shared trauma of enchanted glitter, magical hiccups, and the sheer audacity of Stefan reciting his own Shakespearean tragedy as narration to everyoneâs suffering.
So when the doorbell rang that evening, you were expecting pizza. Something simple. Comforting. Absolutely, undeniably non-magical.
Instead, when you opened the door, you were greeted by Klaus Mikaelson standing on the porch, looking far too smug for someone who hadnât been invited. He was dressed in dark grey and black, casual but effortlessly intimidating. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his coat, and his smile was the kind that usually preceded terrible ideas.
"Hello, love," he said smoothly, eyes scanning the interior of the Salvatore house behind you. "Word reached me that Mystic Falls had itself a rather... colorful game night. Pink-haired Damon. Rhyming Stefan. And youâglowing like a Christmas angel. Mustâve been a good time."
You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms. "It wasnât a good time. It was a near-apocalyptic event in a cozy sweater. And how exactly did you find out?"
He stepped forward just slightly, enough for you to catch a hint of whatever expensive cologne he was wearingâa mix of spice and arrogance. "Damon sent a picture. And a voice message. It was mostly swearing, but the hair really told the story."
You tried to close the door on him, but Klaus, being Klaus, stopped it with a single finger, still smiling as if this were all a charming misunderstanding.
"Donât be like that," he said. "I brought reinforcements."
The words hadnât even settled before Rebekah strolled into view behind him, arms laden with wine and something suspiciously like playing cards. She looked far too pleased for someone crashing an evening uninvited. Kol wasnât far behind, sipping something amber from a crystal glass he definitely hadnât poured inside his own home.
You sighed. Deeply. From the soul.
"Youâre not really planning to crash game night, are you?"
Kol shrugged with a grin. "We heard there were spells, psychological warfare, and bodily transformations. Of course we came."
Inside, Damon must have caught the drift, because he stormed toward the door from the hallway, his hair still faintly pink in the overhead light despite Bonnieâs attempt to fix it the night before. The color had faded to more of a soft rose gold, but the trauma was eternal.
"Absolutely not," he said before anyone else could speak. "There is no way I'm letting glitter-hiccups over there turn this into a circus. Again."
Klaus, with a faux-innocent blink, said, "Damon, Iâm hurt. I didnât even bring Hope this time."
Caroline appeared a moment later, eyebrows lifting in perfect sync as she took in the Originals like unwelcome party guests. Her gaze landed on Klaus for an extra beat, then flicked away.
Elena, behind her, looked wary. âI donât think this is a good idea.â
"No, it's not," Bonnie added from the doorway to the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn like it was a defensive weapon. "And I'm not fixing anyoneâs magic-induced wardrobe malfunctions tonight. That spell was a one-time deal."
But despite the warnings and the sighs and the collective sense of déjà vu, somehow, once again, everyone found themselves gathered in the Salvatore living room. The coffee table had been cleared, the cushions rearranged into a casual circle, and the dreaded bottle placed in the center like a cursed relic that had never once brought joy to anyone.
Rebekah uncorked the wine.
Kol spun the bottle first.
The game had begun.

The first few rounds were manageable, in the way that any situation involving the Mikaelsons could be considered manageable. Elena was dared to swap phones with Damon for five minutes, resulting in a tense silence as she scrolled and then announced loudly that she would never be the same. Damon turned to Bonnie and muttered something about encryption spells and memory loss potions. Bonnie refused.
Caroline, visibly regretting staying, dared Rebekah to sing the Mystic Falls High cheer in full. Rebekah compliedâbut only after compelling the stereo to play a background beat and forcing Stefan to beatbox. His beatboxing was, unfortunately, better than anyone expected. That somehow made it worse.
When the bottle landed on Klaus, he leaned forward, elbow resting on one bent knee, his voice slow and deliberate. âTruth.â
Kol grinned immediately, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot. âIs it true that you once enchanted your own reflection to wink back at you in every mirror?â
Klaus barely blinked. âOnly when I was feeling dramatic.â
That somehow broke the room into low, hesitant laughter. You watched him closely, unsure what his angle was. He didnât just come to tease Damon. Klaus never did anything without some deeper motive.
Eventually, the bottle pointed at you. You stared at it like it had betrayed you personally.
Klaus smirked. "Truth or dare, love?"
Everyone watched. You hesitated for only a second too long.
"Dare," you said finally, because pride was a dangerous thing.
The smile that curled on Klausâ lips was both charming and menacing. "Let Bonnie cast a spell on me. Anything she likes."
You blinked. âWait. Thatâs a dare for me?â
He tilted his head. âYou dared me last time, didnât you? Iâm only returning the favor.â
Bonnie looked between you and Klaus warily. âYou sure about this?â
He nodded. âCompletely.â
There was a beat of tense silence as Bonnie stood. Her fingers flexed, magic already humming in the air around her. She didnât speak the spell aloud this timeâshe simply moved her hands in a smooth arc, whispered something too soft for anyone else to hear, and let the magic slip into place.
At first, nothing happened. Then Klaus sneezed. And again. On the third sneeze, a puff of shimmering pink glitter burst from his mouth and floated lazily to the floor. Rebekah covered her mouth with both hands. Kol was on the floor, laughing so hard he nearly spilled his drink.
Stefan leaned forward, eyes wide. "Was thatâ"
âGlitter,â Bonnie confirmed. âEvery time he lies. Or gets annoyed.â
âWhich is always,â Damon said, practically gleeful.
Klaus narrowed his eyes and sneezed again, the glitter now catching in his lashes. You tried not to laugh, but it was a losing battle. Caroline gave up entirely and started filming with her phone. Elena didnât even bother hiding her amusement.
Klaus looked at you, eyes still glittering, and said flatly, âThis isnât over.â
You smiled. âThat wasnât a lie. No glitter.â
He sneezed again. A lot of glitter.
âI stand corrected,â you said.
And Klaus, sneezing, sparkling, and still somehow managing to look vaguely threatening, glared at the lot of you as Kol clapped him on the back, laughing too hard to breathe.
Somewhere deep down, you knew this wouldnât be the last of it. But for tonight? Youâd take the win
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Not a bad pull.
GBA style portraits of Brave Ike, Stefan, Shamir, and Reina commissioned by jesusflowers14 on Twitter
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TVD Inspired Legacy Challenge For The sims 4!
đ§ââïž The Vampire Diaries Legacy Challenge đ§ââïž
Hello, Simmers! đ Iâm excited to present to you my brand-new Vampire Diaries Legacy Challenge! Inspired by the iconic characters and supernatural drama of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals, this legacy challenge takes you on a thrilling journey through 10 generations of love, power, betrayal, and survival. Each generation is based on a beloved (or feared!) character from the shows, with unique traits, aspirations, and career paths that mirror their stories. đ€đ©ž
Whatâs the challenge about?
From Elena Gilbertâs tumultuous love life to Klaus Mikaelsonâs reign as a hybrid king, each generation brings a mix of romance, danger, and supernatural intrigue. Your Sims will navigate relationships, rivalries, and magical abilities as they build their own epic legacies. Whether itâs living a double life as a vampire, mastering witchcraft, or striving to balance family and power, thereâs always a dramatic twist waiting just around the corner.
Challenge Highlights: đ€ 10 generations of iconic Vampire Diaries and Originals characters.
đ§ââïž Supernatural gameplay with vampires, witches, and hybrids.
đšâđ©âđ§âđŠ Unique goals for each generation, including mastering careers, skills, and supernatural powers.
đ Drama-filled relationships, with love triangles, betrayals, and deep family ties.
â°ïž No cheats allowed, except when needed for storytelling or supernatural elements (like turning into a vampire or hybrid).
Ready to start?
If youâre up for a dramatic, supernatural legacy, this challenge is perfect for you! Dive into the world of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals and share your journey with #TVDLegacyChallenge. I canât wait to see the legacies you create! đ©žđ
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THE VAMPIRE DIARIESÂ (2009-2017) LEGACIESÂ (2018-2022)
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