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63 - History repeats Itself

Part 64

Family is More than Blood

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Andrea’s pov - Mystic Falls High

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greece - Raelyn’s pov

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

But this feels more like a honeymoon than that did.

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

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

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

“Please stop talking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I needed to take a shower.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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SENTATE - 17 Year Anniversary Gift

Hello my angels! On Wednesday the 4th of September 2007 I released my first ever upload... and today I present to you an opulent set of high jewellery to mark 17 years of Sentate! And also to pay homage to the creator who first inspired me to start creating, a creator called Salvatore, by re-imagining one of their iconic 2005 necklaces!

This set includes both an opulent Diamond Necklace and matching Earrings, with both pearl and gemstone versions in a 15 swatch palette. I'm not the best at jewellery by any means, but I hand placed each stone and pearl to try and replicate the original as best as I could. It's been on my to do list for years!

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MORE DOWNLOADS  |  TERMS OF USE  |  LINK TREE A little backstory under the cut:

Can you believe I've been making cc for 17 years? It kind of took me by suprise to see the number creep up so high, so I decided it was finally time to recreate the Iconic Salvatore Necklace mesh I've had in my folder for years. Sadly the content they made wasn't really shared publicly and their old fash sites only work with with an emulator but I made some gifs to give you all an insight on the absolute vibes they had back in 2005!

My whole fashion journey started out with Salvatore. Finding their Haute Couture collections and whole virtual designer processed introduced a whole new way of playing The Sims to me and I never looked back! It would honestly take me a whole essay to explain how finding their little flash site with auto-playing music influenced the course of my life not only in the world of Sims but also real life. I am eternally grateful for inspiration it gave little bebé me all those years ago.

You can actually see the necklace I recreated in the gif above! So funny how much discovering this one creator has informed my style choices and interests over the years, I forgot how much of an inspiration they were until I rediscovered their site on the wayback machine! Special thanks to DarkestDawn for sending me the necklace mesh back in 2020! Here's to 17 years of making cc and maybe 17 more who knows?!

x x x

[affectionatecorpse]

Me: Oh hey, I actually really like this thing!

Autism: YEAH THIS IS BRILLIANT I'M GONNA MAKE IT EVERYTHING WE CARE ABOUT FOR LIKE A MONTH

Me: Sounds good! A new hyperfixation will mix things up a bit! Plus the main character is complicated enough to expand upon--

Autism: NO

Me: ?

Autism: NO MAIN CHARACTER

Me: But--

Autism: OUR FAVOURITE IS THIS CREATURE THAT'S ON SCREEN FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES THAT ONE IS PERFECT

Me: But they have no fan content

Autism:

Me:

Autism:

Me: ... I'll make my own--

Autism: DAMN RIGHT YOU'LL MAKE YOUR OWN

[hyperactivewhore]

It really does not make Caroline look good as a character that she has a whole arc demanding people to respect her grief when she could not do the same literally a season prior.

[blac-ivy]

School Spirits season 2 confirmed, apparently coming in their Autumn/Fall. I need y'all to show up and show out. I'm so excited.

[theprenderelliepalace]

College AU

Damon x reader

Summary: y/n always had a thing for bad boys in leather jackets. Too bad she's a day late and a dollar short. When the infamous Damon Salvatore rolls up to her literature class, with his stupid smirk and all-black wardrobe, she should be done for, but y/n's heart was broken a long time ago. So what're two wild cards to do with two broken hearts on a college campus?

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, bad break-ups, Katherine (our favorite baddie), wasted coffee, fluff (implied smut) and school stress

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"Please leave." I paused. "You look like you're dressed for a funeral and it's depressing me." I was walking across campus to my next class, the incarnation of trouble and arrogant bad boy, Damon Salvatore, hot on my heels.

"Oh come on! I bought you coffee. Doesn't that score me some brownie points?" He caught up to me. His strides were long and languid, like he was having no trouble at all harrasing me in broad daylight while I was breathless and almost sprinting to get away from him.

I stopped and turned on my heel to face him. He was taller than me, alarmingly so. His hair was swept against his forehead in that heart-throbbing, 'Damon way', that made my knees weak. "Technically, you didn't make me brownies- he gave me a look, "and yes, that is what it should mean. So no. You bought me shitty coffee, asked me out on a date I would rather drink toilet water than go on AND you have the nerve to follow me around like a lost puppy!" He shook his head with a silent smile that made him look so gorgeous I almost passed put, then and there.

I cleared my throat. I threw the cup that had been shoved unceremoniously into my hand five minutes ago, across the campus courtyard. It hit the side of an unassuming trash can with a dull thud. "Go fetch." I shook my shoulders as if to shake my resolve over me like a veil of iron. "Or chase your tail or something. But leave me out of it." He stepped in front of me, his shoulders were set and his jaw was hard, yet there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye that told me trouble was near...

"You have a big mouth for something so little. Makes a guy want to knock you off your high horse." He leaned in, his lips inches from my ear. His breath was warm, a comfort against the icy November gloom. I shook my head and started to shove past him, he caught my wrist and pulled me into his chest. "So you can ride something else-"

My face flushed the deepest shade of red I could imagine." ALRIGHT. Thank you Salvatore, for that lovely mental picture! I'm going to pretend you don't exist now!" I rushed to the other side of the courtyard. My heart was beating at a million miles an hour as I turned my coat collar against the wind and to hide my face from the rest of the world (I hoped my coat would just eat me alive then and there). All the while that I ran, I could hear his unbridled laughter echoing across campus. It followed me like a shadow and clung to my very heart. It was a sound that made me want to laugh too, but I couldn't.

I wasn't about to let my heart break over another mistake like Damon Salvatore. Right?

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I was alone in my dorm when it started to rain. The sound was unnatural this late into the year, but welcoming. It made me forget about my leather-clad stalker and my 400 page paper due next week. It made me forget about home and work and stress.

It made me remember the cheap whiskey hidden under a loose floorboard under my roommates bed.

I decided I would head up to the roof. It was quiet enough. I just wanted to relax. Let loose and forget about the world for a while, let all my troubles wash down with the pitter-patter of the rain. I opened the door and what was the first thing I saw?

"Oh, fuck you." He turned. This excruciatingly jerkish grin plastered on his face. His hair was slicked back and damp with the rain. His leather jacket hung loosely over his sweatshirt, it drew my eyes down to his jeans. The way they hugged his- "Aren't stalkers supposed to do recon too? Like, don't they sit FAR, far away and take stupid pictures for their creepy alters?"

He ignored me. He walked over and stood under the awning in front of me. "See something you like?" His voice was low, almost hungry in its desire. Suddenly the rain didn't make me feel cold anymore. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. He smiled at me, grabbing for the bottle that i hadn't realised was still in my hands. He scrutinized the brand. "Remind me to teach you to have better taste." He tutted.

He walked along the side of the building, sitting on the bench at the edge of the awning. I stared at him. I was so out of it at this point, I might as well go out with a bang and a shot of whiskey.

I sat next to him, falling into place like I was supposed to be there. "Why do you like me Damon?" I scoffed. "Do you even like me, or do you just have a thing for girls who say no? If so, get a life." He snickered and took a swig from the bottle. I reached out for it and took another.

"You are a lot more like me than you want to admit." I must be drunk already, because I gave the bottle back to him and glanced up. He had this sad whisper of a smile dancing across his lips. A torment in his eyes that I should've known all too well.

"How so?" I asked. I shivered with the gust of wind that seemed to bring the first real silence that I had ever experienced with Damon.

"You don't want to admit you have a heart. It's funny because none of us ever do. We just assume that we survive on words and thoughts, it's always a matter of the heart and the head..." He took another swig. "No one ever tells you how to survive when both are broken."

"You say that like you've never heard of duct tape before." He laughed as I drank. I slumped down against the bench, my feet dangled out in front of me and I watched the rain drops splash against my boots. "What was her name?"

It was a long shot, a drunken guess that I never expected him to answer. "Katherine. She, was something..." Suddenly, this raging pyscho that I thought I knew as mean and brutish was vulnerable. It felt like he was almost human.

"I had someone too. I don't think my heart can take another fuck-up. It's not like my head's doing any better." I ran my hand through my hair. I looked up at him, he was smirking at me. That charming smile that I had come to know to mean trouble had a different meaning behind it now. Almost like he knew a secret.

"Is that why you threw my coffee and missed the trash?"

"Uh, no. You have terrible taste in coffee." He shrugged. "Plus, I don't have a very good throwing arm." We looked at each for a moment before we burst out in a fit of giggles that was drowned out by the roar of thunder.

We talked until the bottle was empty. We kissed until the rain stopped and the wind picked up. It howled at ripped at our clothes. I pried myself out of his iron grip, my lips were swolen just like his were. Except he wore that stupid smirk on his stupid face.

"I hate that." I pointed to his lips with my index finger, he ran his tongue down the digit, "Hey!",and brought my palm up to his mouth. He kissed the center so tenderly but his eyes were dead serious. It made my stomach clench. A gust of wind shoved me forward and I landed against his chest. He caught me with ease and steadied me.

Damon winked as he picked me up bridal style and carried me towards the exit. "Hey Mr Bad-boy, don't buy me coffee." He rolled his eyes at me.

I opened the door for him and then wrapped my arms around his neck as it swung closed behind us. "Buy me dinner." I smiled.

"Yes Ma'am." He grinned.

I kissed him, he shoved me against the wall. We never got dinner, but he did make me pancakes the next morning.

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First ever one-shot man! Sorry it's fluffy but dang if I don't like me some banter

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

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"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

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Type A

Caroline Forbes x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Day 29 Prompt: "That's all? Easy."

Summary: Caroline is a little overwhelmed by the amount of things that need to happen to open the Salvatore Boarding School for its first year of operation, but her SO is there to help her through.

Word Count: 1,056

Category: Fluff

A/N: Disclaimer, I haven't seen Legacies

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"Oh. My. God."

I poked my head into the living room cautiously at the sound of my girlfriend's voice. I recognized her tone as the 'something has gone disastrously wrong and I'm about to have a meltdown' tone. I'd run to the kitchen to get coffee for both of us, and apparently in that short amount of time we'd encountered a new problem. To be fair, worse things had definitely happened in less time to us before.

"Babe?" I asked, taking a few more steps into the room. Caroline Forbes, my girlfriend and the love of my life, looked up at me, clipboard in hand and distress written all over her face. "What happened?"

"Ugh, the Salvatores happened!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm pretty sure they spent the past hundred years compelling anybody involved with this house, and now that new people are responsible for billing things like electric, water, gas, and whatever else you can think of, I have to deal with them all at once! And that's not even mentioning the home inspectors. And I still have to organize all the heirlooms they left laying around, just waiting to be broken. Or the fact that not a single bedroom in this place looks remotely like something a kid would enjoy living in-"

"Caroline." I'd set down our coffee mugs and now held up my hands as I slowly approached my girlfriend, stopping her spiral before it could go any further. "Take a breath, babe."

"Take a breath?" she cried, her voice actually going up an octave. "I still have to make decisions about our first class, find teachers, figure out curriculum, make sure the house is actually safe, and a thousand other things before we can open our doors, which we're supposed to be doing at the end of the summer?"

"Pft. That's all? Easy."

Caroline scoffed, her eyes practically glowing as a murderous expression spread across her face. If I didn't know her so well, I might've been worried for my safety. Instead, I closed the rest of the remaining distance between us, putting my hands on her shoulders and looking her right in the eye.

"Listen to me, right now. You are Caroline Motherfucking Forbes. You do event planning in your sleep, and I know that's a true statement, because I've heard it. This shit is right up your alley! Yeah, it's gonna be a challenge, and a lot of vampires with lazy habits are going to make it harder. But you love challenges! I've quite literally never seen you happier than when you're taking charge in the middle of chaos and pulling it all together. And we went to Paris for your birthday."

Caroline huffed and rolled her eyes, but I caught her smiling anyway. I grinned back at her, giving her shoulders a gentle shake.

"You are a force of nature, and there is literally no future where you don't pull this off. I'm not a witch, but I know it doesn't exist. Besides, you're not doing any of it alone. I'm here with you, and so are our friends. We're gonna help you every step of the way to get this school up and running. And we're gonna help you when a kid inevitably breaks some precious historic heirloom, and one of them brings home a curse from touching something they should've left alone, and every other situation you can possibly think of. We'll be here for you to lean on."

Caroline smiled. She took a deep breath, then pursed her lips and nodded, more determined than frazzled now.

"You're right. I am Caroline Forbes, and no centuries-long problem the Salvatores refused to deal with is going to get the best of me."

"Damn right."

She laughed a little, then leaned in to kiss me. We broke apart fairly quickly, since we did have quite a few things left to do, but it was enough to have a warm glow working its way through my chest.

I turned to retrieve our coffee mugs, offering Caroline's to her. Thankfully, they were still warm, and she took hers with one hand, picking up a clipboard with the other. Her eyes scanned the page for a few minutes with a critical eye. I just sipped my coffee and waited, knowing I'd need all the energy I could muster for whatever was about to come next.

"Okay... the bills are easy enough to deal with, so I'll get online and set up autopay for that. In the mean time, you're on heirloom duty. Find anything we don't want in the line of fire for kids practicing their supernatural abilities and put it in the attic."

"Yes ma'am," I said, saluting. Caroline rolled her eyes with a smile.

We started off to do our tasks, but I stopped short before leaving the room. Caroline was already buried in a task, but I took the risk of interrupting her.

"Care?"

"Hm?"

"If we get this done today... any chance we can play interior decorator for our task tomorrow?"

"Sure!" She turned around with a bright smile, a slight edge to it that I recognized and that made me immediately nervous. "And then we can deep clean all the other parts of this house that haven't been touched in years."

I groaned. "Do we have to? Can't we hire a cleaning company to deal with that?"

"Not when vampire speed will get it done at least twice as fast."

"But Caroline, there might be spiders." She crossed her arms, and I realized I was not going to win this fight. I sighed dramatically, turning to go back to the task I'd originally been on my way to do. "Fine, but if I see a spider, I'm screaming and I'm making you deal with it."

"You're an immortal vampire with super speed and super strength!"

"Yeah, and I still hate spiders!"

Her laughter echoed in the room and hallway behind me, and I smiled to myself. I loved that crazy blonde tornado of a girl, and although I complained sometimes and would continue to do so, I'd also follow her to the ends of the earth with a smile.

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[vamprincessss]

— going to high school as a vampire

[unsiredtribrid]

Salvatore school lore for fic writers: per 1x13, apparently there are hall monitors that make sure each student makes it to their room by curfew. MG was missing and Kaleb asked his hall monitor, who said that he never made it to bed before curfew. The hall monitor tried calling Ric (who didn't pick up because he lost his phone to Triad), so I guess that implies they either have phones or use like a landline (is there a landline...? I can't remember. Doubtful that exists in 2029 anyway)

There are also supervisors that make sure all the wolves check into the transformation cells on full moons

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[familiarboat1]

Hope Mikaelson's Underrated Intelligence

I cannot and will-not understand how the Mikaelsons spent a thousand years under the mafia-suppressed, Klaus calls family, and couldn't do the same for hope, who wasn't going to abuse them.

I have this headcanon where she turned off her emotions as an attempt to act like her father- without breaking down, because she believed they'd stay with her like they did her father.

And yes, the Mikaelsons stayed together and had their own supremacy out of this Vampirically enhanced visceral; innate understanding that they were alone, and out of place / And time.

The Mikaelson's would've done anything rutheless to survive in the most horrid places like that "awful artist retreat. " And other awful time-periods, but not for her. THAT realization must've hurt right-before manipulating the Mikaelsons, hence another motivation to "make them" express their love for her. But what this does show is how messed up the Mikaelsons are. How they were just as addicted to their abuse as the many that suffered abuse even for this caliber.

And... She was right. The Mikaelson family made an accelerated effort to contact her. Made sense why she refused to turn it on. She really is too smart for her own good.

[queenbonniebennett]

Collage for my klonnie story. This took longer than expected😅😮‍💨.

Coming soon🖤

[salemsvlog]

Alright but I’m re-watching Legacies and I have a doubt.

HOW THE FUCK DID NO ADULT DO ANYTHING AFTER REALIZING THAT LANDON WAS IN SUCH A DEPRESSING STATE THAT HE KEEPS KILLING HIMSELF.

Landon was one of the -maybe 9 or 10- students remaining on Salvatore on school break. Nobody thought on keep an eye on o the boy who was clearly sad, lose his brother and didn’t have any friends??

What the fuck Dorian?

Look, I hate Alaric but ironically , just he (besides Josie) saw something weird on him but he was so wrap up the fact he wasn’t headmaster anymore to do something about it.

Ps: look, I know Landon decision on death was done mainly to the purpose of communicate how much he’s willing to do to get to Hope (even if he doesn’t remember her existence) but it seems like the writers just ignore the fact that they were showing a 17 suicid*l kid and the fact that he said “I wasn’t trying to kill myself” doesn’t change that.

[wireheadbird]

FanFictions; Masterlist

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Shadowhunters

The Mortal Instrument:

Magnus Bane: none

Alec Lightwood: none

Isabelle Lightwood: none

Asmodeous: none

Raphael: none

The Vampire Diaries

Klaus Mikaelson : none

Elijah Mikaelson

Find Me

Safe

Rebecca Mikaelson : none

Damon Salvatore : none

DC

Rachel Roth : none

Dick Grayson : none

Jason Todd : none

Kara Danvers : none

Lena Luthor

Late

Brainy/Brainiac-5 : none

Barry Allen : none

Cisco Ramon : none

Caitlin Snow : none

Joker : none

Harley Quinn : none

Al-Rawabi

Layan : none

Noaf : none

Rania : none

Dina : none

Shams : none

Tasneem : none

Sarah : none

Hiba

Missing You [1] [2] [3]

Farah : none

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson : none

Bucky Barnes : none

Wanda Maximoff : none

Captain Marvel : none

Ms Marvel : none

Deadpool : none

Moon Knight : none

She-Hulk : none

Demon Slayer

Rengoku: none

Tanjiro: none

Nezuko: none

Shinobu: none

Akaza: none

Rui: none

Mother demon (spider): none

Muzan: none

Tengen: none

Obanai: none

BBC Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock: none

Moriarty: none