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Stocking Stuffer

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♡♡Merry Christmas♡♡

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} Elijah spends the season giving to others, but tonight, it’s your turn to show him how much he means to you.

3.4k words - Warnings: sssmuuuttt, riding, festive roleplay, stockings (the sexy kind), praise, oral (m!receiving), blood drinking, slightly sub elijah (if you squint) && a santa hat...

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Christmas time is always a busy time of year, especially when you have a big family. There were decorations, shopping, baking, and more decorating. Elijah had been running around for weeks making sure that his family would have the best Christmas possible.

You had spent entire days shopping with him, watching him meticulously pick out the right gifts for his family and friends. You helped him wrap the gifts, decorate the house, and hang stockings. He was endlessly giving, endlessly sweet. Yet, as much as you loved his dedication, something tugged at your heart. Watching him scurry off to take care of yet another errand, you couldn’t help but smile—but it wasn’t without noticing how tired he looked.

But there was one thing that bothered you. Elijah was taking on too much by himself. You wanted to show him how you appreciated him, how much you loved him. But every time you tried to take something off his plate, he refused. He had a certain pride, a desire to shoulder everything alone. But love meant knowing when to intervene.

And tonight, you would.

While he was out doing errands, you took some time to set up. You grabbed a santa hat that was hanging in your closet and put it on. Then, you kept looking around deep in your closet for the perfect present to wear. When you finally found what you were looking for, you grinned.

It was a pair of stockings, not the kind you hang over a fireplace. These were the type that were only for Elijah's eyes. You had purchased them for an elf costume you wore last Halloween, and they had been tucked away in the back of your closet. You had a red one and a green one, both with little pom-poms at the top. You slipped them on and looked in the mirror. There was a childlike glee in the way you giggled at your reflection. Elijah was going to love this.

You took off everything else you had been wearing. All that remained was the stockings and the very important santa hat. At first you didn't know where to sit, perhaps the chair in the corner? No, that's not quite right.

You decided on sitting on the bed, your legs crossed and waiting. Nervously anticipating Elijah's arrival, you bit your lip and tried to get comfortable.

Candles were lit, twinkle lights hung, a bottle of whiskey was ready on the nightstand, and your favorite playlist was ready to go. Even with all the romantic touches, you could feel the nervous energy bubbling under your skin. What if he was too exhausted? What if the moment fell flat?  

The front door opened, and the sound of bags rustling filled the hallway. Usually, you would be rushing downstairs to help him. But this time you sat there quietly. Your heart pounded, each thud matching the rhythm of his approaching footsteps

"Y/N?" He called out. You didn't respond.

There was a loud sound of bags dropping and him rushing up the stairs. "Y/N?!" He called out, worried.

You grinned when the door flew open and Elijah ran in, his hair a mess, and his shirt half untucked. His face was full of worry and his chest heaved as he caught his breath. "Are you oka-"

Elijah froze mid-sentence when he saw you sitting on the bed. The soft, colorful lights of the room gave your skin a glow, and the candles illuminated the space. His eyes scanned your body, from the santa hat on your head to the red and green stockings on your legs, and all the bare skin in between.

"Merry Christmas." You said softly.

Elijah swallowed and took a step toward you. "Am I dreaming?"  

You smiled and shook your head, slowly uncrossing your legs and leaning back onto the bed. "I want to show you how thankful I am. For everything you do. For being so good to everyone."  

His lips turned up in a smirk. He started walking towards the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. You noticed the small details. A slight tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders relaxed as he stepped closer. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to melt away with every button he undid. "Oh, I see. So, this is all just to say thank you, then?"

"No," you said softly. "It's to show how much I love you."

He tossed his shirt to the side and knelt onto the bed, crawling his way up between your legs. His hands moved up your legs slowly and stopped at the tops of the stockings. He pulled on the little pom-pom and let it go, listening to it snap against your thigh.

"I love you too." He leaned down and kissed you softly.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he pulled you closer, your legs wrapping around his hips. His hand pressed into your lower back, holding you in place as his lips began to travel across your jaw and down to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access.

"I do have a special request." You moaned as his lips grazed your neck.

"Anything." He murmured.

You ran your hand through his hair, tugging gently as his tongue ran along the side of your neck. Then you pulled the santa hat off your head and placed it on his. You pulled away to see the red hat against his dark hair and couldn't help but giggle.

"It looks cute on you." You admitted.

He gave you a mock glare, his playful side shining through, as if daring you to say it again. The contrast between his serious demeanor and the ridiculous hat made your laughter all the sweeter.

You kept your eyes locked with his as you tugged on his belt buckle, pushing it open and pulling his pants down. He pulled away and finished undressing. Standing there in just a santa hat, his broad chest rising and falling, the glow from the lights dancing across his skin.

"Dear Santa," you began, biting your bottom lip. "I've been a very good girl."

"And what is it that you want for Christmas?" He asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"You."

Elijah grinned, his dark eyes raking over your body, and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hands ran up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his chest.

You could feel his hands moving up and down your sides. Every so often his fingers would dig into your skin, reminding you of his strength. You arched your back as he slid his hands down and pulled your hips toward him, his touch igniting a trail of heat. 

"You look so sexy in these stockings." He groaned.

"They're elf stockings."

"Sexiest fucking elf I've ever seen." He whispered before kissing down your neck again.

"I love when you swear."

Elijah chuckled against your neck, the sound vibrating against your skin, and then bit down. You yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He sucked the spot where his teeth had just been, soothing the ache.

Then, his hand ran down your stomach and between your legs. Slowly, his fingers moved up and down. Teasing you, drawing out little whimpers. The ache inside you grew unbearable, every stroke of his fingers leaving you trembling.

You were already wet. You had been anticipating his touch for too long. But, as usual, he liked to tease you. It was his way of getting even.

But tonight wasn't about you, it was about him. So, you pulled his hand away and brought it up to your mouth. You made sure his eyes were on yours as you licked his fingers.

You were delighted when you heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his grip on your thigh tighten. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked a little harder, swirling your tongue just the way you knew he enjoyed. The low groan that escaped his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

He watched as you swirled your tongue around his finger and then released him with a soft pop.

"Lay back," you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and did as you told him. While you leaned over him, there was a fleeting moment where you simply admired him. His chest rose and fell in anticipation, and his dark eyes were locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. His vulnerability, his strength, the unwavering love in his eyes. You wanted to give him more than pleasure. You wanted him to feel adored.

You kissed his neck, nipped at his skin, your lips lingered at the hollow of his throat, savoring the slight hitch in his breath before trailing lower. Your lips brushed across his chest, leaving soft kisses in your wake, moving down to his stomach.  

His fingers threaded into your hair, his other hand gripped the sheets tightly. The faint tremor in his grip told you how much he was holding back, letting you take control. You kissed his hips, and then ran your tongue along the crease where his thigh met his hip. His breathing grew heavier, and the muscles in his arms tensed.  

You licked the underside of his length and looked up at him. He was watching you intently, his pupils dilated, the intensity in his gaze making your skin flush.  

Your tongue ran across the tip of his cock, tasting him. Then you wrapped your lips around the tip and swirled your tongue. His hands gripped your hair, holding you there, the gentle tension making your scalp tingle.  

You sucked on the tip of his cock and slowly took more of him into your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length.  

He let out a soft moan as you took more and more of him. Each sound he made sent a spark of heat through you, fueling your movements. When he reached the back of your throat, you hummed, enjoying the way his grip on your hair tightened and his breathing picked up.  

You bobbed up and down his length, using your hand and your mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible. His hand was still wrapped in your hair, gently guiding you. His moans encouraged you to go faster. To take him deeper.  

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and his grip on your hair tighten. You knew that meant he was close, so you slowed down. You wanted to drag it out. Make him desperate.  

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow, the santa hat slipping off his head.  

You continued to suck his cock. Slowly. Savoring the weight of him on your tongue. Enjoying the way he tasted. Enjoying the way he clung to the sheets, his muscles tensing. You enjoyed the noises he made. Soft moans. Groans. Begging. He wasn’t just beautiful. He was utterly undone beneath you.  

You knew he was trying to hold back, always the gentleman. But tonight, you didn’t want him to be the gentleman. Tonight, you wanted him to be greedy.  

So you pushed his cock all the way to the back of your throat and hummed. You felt his body tense up, his hand gripping your hair. His breathing was ragged, and his hips bucked. And he finally let himself go.  

His cum filled the back of your throat. You swallowed every last drop, the salty warmth making you hum with satisfaction. You licked his length, making sure to clean up any excess. You pressed one last kiss against the tip of his cock and pulled away, your lips tingling as you smiled.  

His chest was heaving, his eyes closed. His features softened, completely at peace. You could tell he was enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. You smiled, feeling rather pleased with yourself. You did a damn good job.  

But, the night wasn’t over yet.  

You gently crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. Your hands pressed into his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, and his eyes fluttered open.  

"Mmm," he hummed, his voice low and velvety.  

"May I sit on your lap, Santa?" you teased, biting your lip.  

He let out a soft laugh, his chest rumbling as he nodded. Then his hands moved to your thighs, his fingers running across the lace and silk stockings. You grabbed the fallen santa hat and placed it back on his head. Then you reached down and placed his hands on your ass.  

"Santa needs to fill this naughty elf’s stocking," you teased, running your hands over his chest.  

He squeezed your ass, his dark eyes glittering. "Oh, I’ll fill your stocking. I’ll make sure it’s stuffed."  

You giggled, leaning down to kiss him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, and you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach, his arousal already returning.  

You reached between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against you, slick and hot, as you slowly sank onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure as he filled you completely. You gasped against his lips, his breath hitching at the feeling of you enveloping him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to steady you as you adjusted, your bodies perfectly aligned.

Slowly, you began to rock back and forth, letting him slide in and out. Your hands pressed against his chest for leverage, his skin warm beneath your fingers.  

You were already so turned on from earlier, that it didn't take long for your body to respond. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you.

"That's it. Good elf," he praised.

You let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head back and letting his cock slide in and out of you. You picked up the pace, riding him harder. Your hips rolled and his hands gripped your waist.

You could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. He was so deep, filling you up perfectly. His hands held you tight, and his eyes locked with yours. You took one of his hands and placed it on your throat, encouraging him to hold you there.

His hand pressed against your throat, gently squeezing. Not enough to hurt, just enough to add a new sensation. Your mouth opened, a soft gasp escaped.

He smiled at you, his eyes hooded, and his hair messy. The santa hat was barely hanging on. You felt yourself get wetter. The sight of him underneath you, the feel of his cock inside you, the pressure of his hand on your throat, it was all too much.

The orgasm tore through your body, waves of pleasure washed over you. Your nails dug into his chest as your back arched. Your eyes closed, and you cried out his name.

Elijah's hands held you in place, keeping you steady as your body shuddered. He whispered words of praise and encouragement. He told you how beautiful you were, how amazing you felt. His voice was like velvet.

When the orgasm subsided, you slumped against his chest. Your breathing was heavy, and your body was warm.

Elijah pressed a kiss against your forehead and then rolled over, placing you on the bed beneath him. The santa hat long gone.

He hooked one of your legs around his hips, feeling the stocking against his skin. You were so pretty, your cheeks flushed, your eyes sparkling, and a smile on your lips.

He took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, and then pressed them against the bed. Slowly, he eased himself back inside of you. Your body was sensitive and still buzzing from the orgasm. So he took his time, making sure you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

His hips began to move. Slow, sensual, deep thrusts. His lips brushed across your neck, you could feel his fangs against your skin. But he didn't bite. Instead, he left a trail of kisses along your jugular. You knew he wanted to sink his teeth into your neck. But he wouldn't. Not until you told him it was okay.

Your eyes met, and you tilted your head back. You pressed a finger against your neck, an invitation.

"Go on," you whispered.

His eyes darkened, his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips moved to the spot on your neck where your pulse was the strongest.

There was a brief moment of pain. A pinch. Then, your entire body filled with euphoria. He held you like you were glass, so careful and precise.

With each sip, your body responded. Your hips rolled. Your toes curled. You let out a soft moan. His hips were still moving in a perfect rhythm, his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside you.

Elijah's hand slid between your bodies and found your clit. He began to circle it with his fingers, applying the right amount of pressure.

You felt your muscles tense, your back arch, and another orgasm build. It was stronger this time. The pressure coiled tighter, and you let yourself fall into it completely. Your eyes rolled, and your legs trembled.

The room was filled with moans, groans, and gasps. Skin against skin. The two of you chasing bliss.

And then, everything came to a crescendo. Your entire body lit up, the pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and your ears rang. Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being. Your body was shivering. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving marks.

He drank deeply, tasting the euphoria in your blood. His own orgasm followed soon after. He came hard, his body shuddering.

When his teeth left your neck, he ran his tongue over the wound. Closing it up and soothing the ache. Then, he kissed the spot, his lips lingering.

You laid there, breathless. Your chest heaving, the santa hat was somehow underneath you, and your stockings were a mess, torn and twisted on your thighs.  

He rolled off of you, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face.  

"You’ve definitely been very good this year," he said softly.  

For the first time in weeks, he truly seemed at ease. The lines of stress that creased his face were replaced with a contented glow. The sight filled you with pride.  

You smiled, getting off the bed and handing him the bottle of whiskey. He sat up, his chest glistening with sweat, and opened the bottle. He took a big swig, his eyes roaming over your naked body.  

"What?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.  

He put the bottle down and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "I'm afraid I'll have to keep you."  

You giggled, grabbing the santa hat and putting it back on his head. Then you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead to his. "I think I’d be okay with that."  

For a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs idly stroking your skin as he leaned back, taking in your presence. "You’ve given me a lot of gifts over the years, but this might just be the best one yet."  

"You deserve it," you said softly, running your fingers through his dark hair. "You give so much to everyone else. You deserve to have someone give back to you for a change."  

His grip tightened slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me." His voice was low, steady, filled with an intimacy that made your chest tighten.  

You kissed him gently, savoring the moment. "I love you, Elijah."  

"I love you, too," he murmured against your lips.  

The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around the two of you as he shifted, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "Now, I think santa’s elf needs some rest before I keep her up all night," he teased, his signature smirk returning.  

You laughed, nestling closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. The faint scent of whiskey lingered as his hand traced lazy patterns along your back.  

The world outside faded. No more stress, no errands, no responsibilities. For tonight, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the glow of candlelight and the quiet hum of contentment.  

"Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered.

You smiled against his skin, closing your eyes. "Merry Christmas, Elijah."  

[specialagentlokitty]

Elijah Mikealson x reader - just one person

Hi! Do you still write for Elijah mikaelson? If so could you write a fic where the reader is a newly turned vampire who can't control their bloodlust and was friends with Elena but after the reader was turned the Scooby Doo gang all kind of ignored her? So Elijah finds them and learns them how to control their bloodlust? With a fluffy ending please 💜 - Anon💜

Sitting on the floor of your room, you buried your head in your arms, hands clutching at your hair, jaw clenched tightly as you tried to fight the feeling inside of you.

You hated it, and if you left your apartment you knew you would act on the bloodlust, you didn’t want to hurt anybody, at least inside with the door locked, your room locked you could stay inside.

You reached for you phone, dialling the first number you saw you waited for a response but you never got one.

It went to voicemail and you threw the phone across the room, shattering it.

They were supposed to be your friends and help you, they were supposed to be showing you what to do, at least Damon and Stefan were, they understood.

Getting up, you threw your room door open, breaking it, and you stood, running a hand down your face, and made your way to the front door, opening it a bit more carefully.

Making your way down the stairs you had to stop, balling your hands into fists, nails digging into your skin causing you to bleed a little.

You were going to find them, you were beyond angry, and hurt, and you wanted to make them hurt the same way you did.

As you were walking, you got sidetracked and found yourself holding someone against a wall, they were unconscious and you felt the hunger growing.

“Now, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to do that.”

You spun around, dropping your victim and you swung your fist only for it to be caught mid air.

Elijah smiled at you, lowering your hand back to your side and he let go.

“This is not the path that you want to be going down (Y/N). I know you’ll beat yourself up over it, and it won’t make it any easier trying to adjust to being a vampire.”

“I can’t help it.. I just… I’m so hungry..”

He offered you a gentle smile.

“I know. I understand quite well what it was like to be a new vampire, that hunger. The fact that you’ve been this way for nearly two weeks and you’ve locked yourself away without feeding is only making it worse.”

“Take it away Elijah.. I just.. kill me if you have to.”

He shook his head.

“No, I can’t do that. Not to you. However, if you allow me, I can help you learn to control this bloodlust that you are feeling, I can show you how we are able to live among humans.”

Elijah reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a blood bag and he held it out to you which you immediately took to down the contents.

It was a relief to your system to get something inside of it, and you felt some of the bloodlust subside a little bit.

When you were done you looked at him, and he offered you the handkerchief from his pocket so you could wipe your mouth and you put it in your pocket after.

“Come with me, allow me to help you so you won’t hurt somebody.”

You looked at the person who was starting to regain consciousness.

“I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Everything is going to be alright (Y/N).”

You nodded, waiting for Elijah to compel the person into forgetting what had just happened, and he guided you away from the empty street.

He took you back to your apartment and you invited him inside, letting him close the front door as you laid down on the couch.

“I see you have some issues regarding your strength as well.” He chuckled slightly.

“I hate it…”

“It just takes some time to get used to it is all, and a guiding hand to show you along the way.”

Elijah picked up the door, setting it against the wall, inspecting the frame to see if it was still able to hold the door or not.

“Yeah, because people have been doing a great job at that.” You scoffed.

“Your friends have not been helping you?” He asked.

“Apparently they don’t give a shit about what happens with me. I’ve tried calling, texting, even tried sending an email, nothing. They won’t help me get a daylight ring, they won’t do shit.”

You rolled over, facing the back of the couch and you closed your eyes.

“I guess I was stupid to think they’d help… maybe I can find someone to stake me. Least I wouldn’t have to put up with this crap.”

“Absolutely not.”

Elijah turned around to look at you.

“(Y/N), I know what this feels like. How lost you feel, hopeless in fact, as if you have nobody.”

“You got your brother. Your sister.”

“Perhaps, yes. Though I haven’t always had them, believe me I do understand what it is like to be lonely, you can’t live for as long as I have and not understand the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of hopelessness and not being able to have a normal life.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Why did you agree to follow me if you are not going to trust me?”

“I don’t know…”

“(Y/N), I may not be able to hear your heart anymore, but I still know when you are lying to me, you have a tell.”

You rolled over, opening your eyes so you could look at him and you offered him what he could only guess was a shrug.

“You’re the first person to actually speak to me since I turned…”

Elijah walked over, crouching down in front of you and he frowned a little bit.

“If you were going to kill me I guess you probably would’ve by now… I know everybody hates you and all but it’s just nice somebody notices me…”

“You know I’m not all that bad (Y/N), perhaps I have done some bad things yes, I will not deny that. But I will not leave you here to struggle. I can offer you the help you need if you would let me.”

You studied him for a minute.

You knew he was right, it was either let him help you control and learn how to be a vampire or lose control and hurt somebody.

You nodded your head and he smiled.

“Pack a few bags, I will take you away from the town, away from people so you won’t have to worry about hurting anybody.”

So, that’s what you did.

You packed a bag and you left Mystic Falls with him, going somewhere quite so he could teach you how to control your bloodlust and learn to be a vampire.

It was hard, and most of the time Elijah had to start from the beginning but he never once lost his patience.

He had gotten you a daylight ring, and it’s how he was able to find you so easily, because you liked sitting in the sun.

You had missed how warm it was, and the way it felt to just sit there enjoying the peace. 

You were sat on the gravel road, leaning against his car, tossing small pebbles down the drive.

Elijah walked over, sitting next to you.

“You’re doing well.”

“I’m not, I’m doing shit.”

“Considering how hard you’ve found it, you have made a huge improvement, don’t knock yourself down for a small set back.”

“Elijah I threw you through a window, that’s not a small set back, that was pure rage because you wouldn’t let me eat.”

“I’ve been throw through worse believe me, I know you never meant it.”

You didn’t say anything and he rested his head on the car, watching as you threw another small pebble down the drive.

“Will it ever be the same?”

“No.”

You nodded your head.

Placing your hand on the ground you moved around, laying down, you rested your head on his leg, and looked up at him.

Elijah smiled down at you, placing his hand on your forehead.

“That does not mean you can’t adjust.”

You shrugged a little.

“Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be, you know?”

“Perhaps not, and I am terribly sorry for you having to become like us. Though, I can’t say I am all that disappointed about it because I’m not.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

“You were dying, you had been attacked, so you remember?”

“Yeah, by a werewolf I think. I think it may have been Tyler but I’m not sure.”

“Yes, well, Damon and Stefan weren’t willing to turn you, so I did. Because you did not deserve that kind of death. If this makes you angry with me I understand, and I do mean it when I say I am sorry.”

You just stared up at him.

“You turned me?”

He nodded his head.

“It’s why I wanted to help you, because I couldn’t just leave you like this and not take responsibility for what I had done.”

“Why did you do it?”

He smiled softly at you.

“Because it was you, I couldn’t let you go in such a way.”

“That’s so corny Elijah.”

He chuckled a little bit.

“Perhaps, but it’s true. They were willing to just let you die like that, not even attempt to ease your pain.”

“Shit friends.”

He hummed, nodding his head.

You closed your eyes, placing your hand on his arm.

You didn’t need sleep, but you still felt tired all of the time, so sometimes you would take quick naps and Elijah just stayed there with you.

He didn’t move, he let you fall asleep there in the sun.

He took responsibility for you being a vampire, but he wasnt going to leave you alone he was going to keep helping you no matter how long it took.

What Elijah wasn’t telling you is that your friends had tried to get in contact with you since you left, but he never passed along any of the messages.

He didn’t want you to be angry or stressed, it wasn’t what you needed right now.

Right now you needed to be relaxed and calm, and you needed someone by your side the whole way to show you the ropes, and he was that person, he was going to keep guiding you down the right path so you didn’t turn up like some of the others.

You were sweet and kind, he didn’t want you to loose that sense of yourself.

He rested his head back, closing his eyes as well.

“Hey Elijah?” You mumbled.

He opened his eyes, looking down at you.

“Yes?”

You smiled a little.

“Thank you…”

“For what?”

You rolled on to your side, grabbing his arm to put over your shoulder, resting your head on his knee.

“Everything…”

He smiled at you, patting your shoulder a few times.

He didn’t know if you had fully processed what he had told you, he was the reason you were a vampire, but for now he’d take the small win, and face the rage if it came later

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Elena Gilbert

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His

CW/TW: Not much tbh, Elena is aged up to 18/19 for plot purposes

Can y'all tell I'm trying to do stuff with shows that have supernatural elements for October 💀 anyways proud member of the Damon Salvatore Hate Club.

~~~

What would Stefan do, he wondered, once he returned home and found him sitting in his living room. (Y/N) expected a triage of things: halfhearted threats, sneered insults, an array of reasons as to why his presence in Mystic Falls only meant trouble. Sure, he hadn't been fully innocent back in the day when he lured the brothers into a false sense of security and listened when they quietly spoke of things they'd never dare tell anyone else, but who was he to blame? 

"Stefan?" A gentle voice called out, the sound of the front door creaking as it fully opened followed by cautious footsteps and the mixture of perfume and human scent. Then, more hesitantly, the voice called out once more, "Damon?" 

"I'm afraid they're not here." (Y/N) spoke, hearing the sharp, startled inhale from the girl. He closed the book in hand and set it down on the table where he'd found it, adjusting his jacket before he stood up to face the human who seemed to have fallen right into the claws of the Salvatore brothers. He expected some silly girl, one beautiful enough to begin another fight between them who'd only end up getting hurt in the end. 

Instead when he looked at her, it was his turn to sharply inhale, all his breath escaping his lungs in a single swoop. The girl stared at him curiously, the ends of her brows furrowing slightly yet the corners of her lips pulled into a friendly smile.

It wasn't the warmth or curiosity oozing out of her that tugged his heartstrings violently, but the mere fact she resembled his forgotten lover so starkly. From her dark brown eyes to the hair that cascaded down her back to her long legs and posture as she stood beneath the archway watching him. She lacked the confidence Katherine carried in her shoulders and the grin that always toyed on her lips but..

"Are you yet another brother Stefan forgot to mention?" She questioned with a light laugh, her head tilting to the side and making her long strands trickle over her shoulder. 

"No, God," His nose crinkled, and despite her perplexion, her shoulders shook with a chuckle. She had to be another doppelganger; there was no way his Katherine had the ability to be so.. full of light and sweetness. She had her gentle moments, as she always did with him, but he preferred her at her cruelest. "Where are my manners? I'm (Y/N) Mikaelson. It's a pleasure to meet you..."

"Elena," She chirped, extending her arm out to shake his hand only to blink when he brushed his lips over her knuckles. Elena smiled bashfully. "Gilbert. Elena Gilbert. I'm a friend of Stefan's."

"But not of Damon's?" He grinned when she grimaced. "Smart girl. It's best to stay away from that one and his... questionable qualities." 

Elena laughed again, vibrant and sweet. How he missed listening to Katherine's laughter, even when it was mocking. "You must be close with them, then?" 

"You could say that. The Salvatore's and I.. well, we share a lengthy history. But, I'd love to learn more about you, Miss Gilbert."

[crazyk-imagine]

Fake it till You make it

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Female!reader

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Female!reader, Caroline Forbes, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce (Katerina Petrova), Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert

Warnings: Fluff, humor, mentions of Katherine's behavior, reader and Stefan have been together for a while, Damon and reader are lowkey besties, reader loves Caroline, slight mentions of murder

Word Count: 395

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You glance around the room, wondering what their looks are for. “Did I miss something?”

“Careful, you're starting to sound like you care,” Damon teases, making himself another drink.

“Why wouldn't I?”

“Oh, I don't know, does killing one of my mom's deputies sound like something a sane person would do?” Caroline chimes in, crossing her arms as she stares at you.

You shrug, “I was going with the plan.”

“What plan?” Stefan asks, curious as to what you're talking about.

The eldest Salvatore turns around, taking a sip of his drink. "Hold on, I thought you turned it off?" Damon asks.

You shrug, "I'm a woman. I can fake it."

The girls give you weird looks, not at all pleased with your comment while Damon tries to hide his amusement.

Stefan shakes his head as the corner of his lips twitch as he tries not to outwardly admit that was a funny joke.

You lay back against the couch, “I had to pretend like I wanted to be on Katherine's side in order for our plan to work.”

“You could do it with a little less murder.”

“Can it, vampire Barbie. At least one of us can distract the queen bitch of all.”

“I can-”

“The last thing we need is you two fighting with one another and giving Katherine the upper hand,” Stefan tells her.

You smile at your boyfriend. “Thank you, honey. I promise as soon as this is done, we'll do a girl’s day or whatever the hell you yougins do.”

“You’re not that much older than us,” (your favorite) Caroline adds.

“Physically you are correct but after joining the supernatural side of things, I am older than you three combined.”

“After we take down this bitch, I say we go out for drinks.”

“Count me in, vampire Barbie.”

“Damon called me that one time, can't we let it go?” She whines.

You chuckle and shake your head. “Never.”

Stefan rests his arms against the back of the couch. “You could be a little nicer.”

“Stefan, honey, I am being as nice as I can, but I can’t lose too much of my character or else Katherine will know.”

He sighs, “just… be careful, okay?”

You smile, trying to reassure him. “I will,” you lean up and peck his lips. “I have you by my side to watch out for me.”

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hey can I request dating damon salvatore hcs?

heyy, of course I can do that for you. this might be a bit terrible bc it's my first time, but I'll give it a go! <3 18+ warning (kind of)

Damon's love language is physical touch. He's always trying to find a way to touch you. He gets super jealous if anyone touches you in some way, even if it's a simple brush of hands.

Damon worships you; he sometimes jokes around . If you walk into a room that he's in, he goes down on his knees and says soft words: 'my saviour'. If he gets horny (which is easily) he'll say 'I pray to be in you right now.' He's not usually the religious type because of how the church disgusts people like him but he'll definitely do a little roleplay in bed. ;)

If you and damon ever get into an argument he'll never break first because he thinks he's always right. He will definitely keep a grudge until you say sorry first. He'll hardly say it but if it's been too long and he misses you he'll say it just to kiss you. You're usually the one saying it first.

Damon would do anything for you; he'll travel the whole entire world to find something that you need because your his priority.

Damon would definitely kiss you bridal style. He always dreamed to marry the girl of his dreams - which spoiler is you. He'll kiss you passionately most of the time if your in bed or lounging away.

Damon for sure is obssessed with your ass. Don't get me wrong he'll of course love every part of you but he obssesses over that physical part of you. Anytime you're in front of him he'll grab your ass saying 'can't wait for you to ride me later so I have a perfect view of your ass.'

Damon is extremely protective, he made multiple enemies in the years he's been a vampire and his weakness is you. So if they find you he'll get super angry.

Damon knows when your upset; so even if you try and hide it with a fake smile he'll always find out. He'll do anything to make you happy even if it means risking his own life for your safety.

Damon worries about you every day, you're a mere human unfortunately. Thus, if any vampires, hybrids, werewolves or any other mystical beings try to kill you or turn you he'll protect you at all costs.

Damon thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever lay eyes on. Therefore, you occasionally catch him staring at you with a charming grin that makes your cheeks turn pink.

Damon made a vow to you that he'll never kill a human being again. Which is extremely hard for someone like Damon who's only way of living is to feast on mortals. Not even blood bags will suffice the hunger he has once he hears or sees a drop of blood. Hence, if his hunger is stronger you'll always try and give some of your blood to him even if he refuses multiple times.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this and if you've got to the end. This isn't proofread so it might turn terrible. I hope you enjoyed and I wish you an amazing day, byee. <3

[thequeenofneverland1]

Stefan Salvatore///always you

Request by @characterxreaderimagine: Stefan: Fem! Reader is a friend of his brother demon who is a werewolf and when demon introduced the reader to Stefan they didn't like each other very much until Stefan realized that he was falling for the reader and eventually teases her whenever he could and when Elena noticed this she gets a little jelly of the reader and eventually got into a fight with her leading to Stefan saving her as Elena tried to put a finger on her

Warning: jealous and bitchy Elena and idiots in love even though they don’t want show it

You have been friends with Damon Salvatore for a long time. after saving him multiple times from his enemies that want him dead. you have done a lot for him. and you're the second person that he cares for a lot.

“So where are we going?” You asked

“I desire for you to come across someone who is equally significant to me as you are.” Damon answers

"Is it your girlfriend? Don't you think she'll get jealous?” You laughed

"I don't have a girlfriend besides who wouldn't be jealous of you? You're hot.” He smirks

As you laughed, you shook your head. “Don't you think you're a little too flirty? It's good that you don't have a girlfriend who wants a flirty boyfriend?”

“Rude.” He mumbles “I was complimenting you and I don’t get a thank you?”

You chuckled, “Hurry up, I want to meet your person.”

“I'm sorry, I was unaware that you had a desire to die. I'll drive very fast then.” He jokes

“Finally, it took you an eternity.” You remarked as Damon parked the car.

He exits the car to open your door. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to die.”

“That's alright, who would miss you anyway?” You smirked

"Everyone." He smirks in response

Damon goes in and opens the door for you as the two of you walk into the living room you see a person sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand

“Damon, who is that girl with you? Is she your new girlfriend?” That person asked rudely

“I have a name, and you don't need to care if I'm his girlfriend or not.” You crossed your arms

“How am I supposed to know your name? if I haven't met you or anything?” He rolled his eyes

“Y/n Meet Stefan my brother and Stefan meet Y/n my long-time friend.” With a smile on his face, Damon introduces the two of you

“It wasn't too difficult to tell me your name. Moreover, why is it important for me to know your name?” Stefan glares

You glared back "I don't care either, nor do I care about you. I don't want to do anything with you and I’m unconcerned about Damon being your brother. He is my friend, not you, Dumbo head.” Your comeback causes Damon to laugh as Stefan's mouth is wide open

“It's not like we'll be friends or anything.” He gets up and leaves.

You looked over at Damon, "I know and I'm sorry but your brother pissed me off.”

He laughs "it's ok he deserved it I love your comebacks.”

Everytime that you are over at the Salvatores place Stefan and you always ignore each other. you only talk to Damon or the Scooby Gang except for Elena who doesn't like you

“Since everyone is gone, why don’t you not leave as well.” Stefan asks smiling

“Stefan.” Damon warns

You looked over at Damon and smiled “it's ok I didn’t get offended.” Then you looked over at his brother with a smirk, "Damon didn’t tell you? that he invited me to spend the night here.”

"What?" Stefan looks over at his brother "why would you do that?"

Damon wraps his arms around you “because Y/n and I have plans for tomorrow.”

Stefan crossed his arms "she could've gotten home instead and you could've picked her up tomorrow.”

“Brother, don't worry about it. it's not like she's going to take your room, she'll sleep in my bed and I'll take the floor.” Damon tells him

“Whatever, it's not like I care or anything.” Stefan before leaving takes a look of Damon and you

Stefan covers his both ears with a pillow not wanting to hear Damon and you talking and laughing

“Stop it. I don’t like her, remember we both hate each other.” He whispers to himself angrily

Stefan woke up and went to the kitchen to see that Damon was cooking breakfast, and with no sign of you his smile turned into a frown thinking that you would be here “so where’s your little friend?”

Damon flipped the pancake "oh she had to go. She had something come up that she had to cancel.”

“Oh.” Stefan mumbled sadly

Damon smirks “why are you asking? Are you missing her?”

“Of course not, I was just asking since she's always with you.” Stefan defends himself “and for the last time I don’t like her and won’t ever.”

“We'll see about that. something tells me that You and her will end up together and that you both will thank me for it later on.” Damon sets two plates on the table with a smirk on his face

Ever since Stefan has been around you, he couldn't help but start falling in love with you that he could feel himself feel nervous around you

He loves anything about you, and he always question himself if you do feel the same way about him his love for you is so big

That He starts to feel bad for treating you like trash because you deserve everything and you didn't deserve to be treated that way by him and he promised himself that he would treat you with respect and kindness

Stefan opened the door to see you “Awe princess, did you miss me? Is that why you are here?”

"Of course not, I came here to talk to your brother.” You raised an eyebrow “You don't have to be nice to me just because your brother told you to.”

He lets you inside the house "at the moment he's not here I want to apologize for acting like a douche to you this whole time.”

You sat on the couch "it's okay I accept your apology and I do want to apologize as well.”

He laughs. “It's ok I deserved it anyways.”

You giggle, "Do you think your brother is going to take long? I just came here to ask him something.”

He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know it depends where he went, are my brother and you a thing?”

You laughed “oh no I see him as a friend, but why do you care?”

“I just thought you were since you're always with him, so I kind of got jealous of it.” He confessed

“Why would you get jealous?” You asked

“I just realized that I have feelings for you.” He replies looking down at the ground

You smiled. “Is it bad to say that I feel the same thing about you?”

He smiles back, "Of course not, it's brought me happiness to know that you like me as well.”

“Did I just hear the two of you confess your feelings to each other?” Damon smirks “I knew it”.

"What's going on here?” Elena glares at you when she sees Sefan and you are sitting near one another.

“Nothing came at the right time to hear Sefan and Y/n confess their feelings for one another.” With excitement, Damon says

"What?" she inquires, evidently not pleased with it.

“Elena, is there a problem?” Damon's eyebrow raised.

“Everything is fine, just shocked since Stefan and Y/N were not getting along.” She demonstrates her response with a fake smile

"Oh okay." Damon clearly didn't believe her.

Everyone was happy when Stefan and you revealed your relationship to them, except for Elena who was angry. Since she wanted to get back together after breaking with Damon

She realizes that breaking up with Stefan to be with Damon was a huge mistake she thought that she was better off with him but she thought wrong when she walked in on Stefan and you kissing

She comprehends that she had to terminate your relationship by inciting you to break up with him and steer clear of the Salvatore Brothers.

“You are aware that he does not truly love you.” Playing with her hair, Elena laughs "He's simply using you to get back at me."

You chuckle. “Oh, my darling, you're just enraged that he no longer cherishes or desires you.”

“What are you talking about?” She growls.

You laugh once more, “but he hasn't informed you? that he asked me to marry him and I accepted. It's cute, but it's sad that you can't get over him yet.”

"He did what?" She questions with anger.

While smirking, you present her with your ring. “He asked me yesterday.”

She pushed you against the wall with anger, demanding that you give it back. “It doesn't belong to you, stupid bitch.”

You attempt to escape from her. "Let me go, you're crazy."

"Not until you give it back.” She pushed you back

“What's happening here? Elena let her go”. Elena was pushed by Stefan.

“She was the one who attacked me, but I was just defending myself.” She cried without real emotion trying to get Stefan to comfort her.

“Stefan, it's not true she attacked me.” You said, hoping that he would believe you.

“Shut up, you liar. It was you, Stefan believe me, not her.” She try to get close to him but he run to your side instead

“Elena, I heard everything that you told her. I can't believe that you would attack her.” He shakes his head

“She doesn't deserve you, I do.” she tells him

“She deserves me, not you. You made up your mind when you began to date my brother. You broke up with him to try to be with me again, but that’s not my problem anymore because I already have my fiancée.” Stefan grabs your hand with a worried smile “are you ok my love?”

You smiled as you nodded, “Yes, just scared a little bit.”

“Is everything ok? I heard screaming. What happened?” a Worried Damon walks in

“Elena is no longer welcome to our house or near Y/n.” Stefan informs as he holds you

“Okay but what did she do?” He asked confused

“She attacked Y/n because of her jealousy towards her.” Stefan replies.

“She did what to Y/n?” he asked angrily.

“Brother it’s ok you don’t have to worry Y/N’s okay.” Stefan told him with a smile

“Yes, I’m fine. Just shocked.” You grinned

“Because of her attempt to harm you, she is no longer welcome among us. I don't care if our friends support her, we simply require each other.” He brings Stefan and you into a group hug

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Kissing Tears

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pairing: stefan salvatore x female reader

warnings: i guess light angst, mentions of past abuse, fluff, kisses

summary: stefan has a bad dream of the past when his father would abuse him, you comfort him and calm his crying

a/n: this is the first time i'm writing angst (i wouldn't even really call it that) because i hate angst and would choose fluff and/or smut over it anyday

song: take on the world - you me at six

You were asleep and it was a quiet night.

Though you were suddenly awoken from the dream you were having when you felt something shaking next to you.

You sit up and rub your eyes before looking to your left. You see Stefan shaking slightly on the mattress with tears streaming down his face. You reach over and switch the lamp that was next to your bed on.

You quickly place your hands on his shoulder and shake him. He hasn't woken up yet so you call his name.

Finally, he bolts upwards and looks around him. You pull him into your arms and kiss his head.

"Y/n," he breathe out and he leans into your embrace.

"Shh, my love, I'm right here," you whisper as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

His breathing somewhat calms down and his tears slow. You take his face in your hands and pepper him in kisses, kissing the tears away as you do so.

"When you're ready to talk, I'm listening," you smile at him.

He lets out a cry that sounded like a whimper. "It was my father," he starts explaining in a small voice.

You play and braid his hair, as much as you can since his hair isn't long. He loves when you do that.

"The dream was like a flashback, to when Damon and I were kids. Our father would hit us. Part of the flashback I had was when my father got really mad, he took his burnt cigar and burnt Damon's hand with it. It was so bad, y/n," he cries.

"Shh, it's okay, darling. He's not here anymore," you say.

He sniffles and you take one of your hands to wipe his eyes.

"I know, I don't know how to stop the dreams though," he frowns.

"I'll figure something out," you promise, "I'm also so sorry for what the two of you went through when you were kids"

He smiles sadly and sits up.

"I'm going to get some water," he say, "go back to sleep"

"Are you sure? I would be more than happy to stay up with you," you tell him.

"I'm sure," you look at him unsure but he just nods with a smile and walks out to get his drink.

A few minutes later he walks back in to see the sleeping beautiful figure of his girlfriend. His lips pull into a gentle smile as he climbs into bed, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his chest. Your warmth gives him extra comfort as he falls back into a nightmare-less sleep.

[heartbreakgrill]

kol mikaelson; give me love.

“maybe i should let you go. no, i just wanna hold you.”

a/n: this is literally 11.2k words god help me

in the year that your life had been plagued by supernatural existence, you had never once thought you'd find yourself, here, curled in bed with a throbbing headache, and thirst for hunger as vile as this. you never thought you'd find yourself dead, with vampires blood circulating through your dwindling system.

you could feel it pulsating through your veins, feel it ripening your shriveling heart. it pumped so oddly; you kept pressing your fingers to various pressure points, wondering where your pulse was. it was mute; yet you could feel your heart circulating the mouthful of vampires blood tirelessly.

so that's how you were to live now, off of other peoples blood. being as stubbornly independent as you were, you couldn't say that you were too pleased.

it had all started with a promise: a promise from caroline, to actually take the weekend off from growing crow's feet due to supernatural stress and instead go to the mall. but, first, she told you, she had to take care of some conflict with elena, stefan, damon, and a mansion full of the worlds oldest vampires. elena and stefan had also promised klaus that damon would stop trying to kill his family.

but, when you were out for your morning walk through the mystic falls public park, you were snatched out of your shoes by one of the originals, who'd been called on by klaus to ensure the security of damon's promise.

however, instead of just pulling back, damon pushed. he showed up to the mikaelson's mansion with five white oak stakes- consequently burned in the fireplace after they chained him up, tortured him, and forced him to watch as kol turned you.

you remember the heat of his hands, gripping you against his chest, over your waist and at your throat. your left eye was bruised, cheekbone probably broken. blood was seeping from a cut on your lip, one you couldn't stop running your tongue over with stress. and your head was pounding.

then, you heard the sick crunch of teeth in flesh as kol opened his skin to you. he pressed his wrist between your lips and, unwillingly, you swallowed a few drops of his blood. kol held you tighter while his other arm was occupied. then, just as your injuries started to fade, as the pain began dissipating, kol pulled your head back by a clump of your hair. he spoke to damon, while staring darkly down at you.

"she'll be a pretty one," he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning off his blood, only to slide his hands up around your neck.

your eyes widened, the fear in your stomach sending off the alarm systems through your body. time stopped as he squeezed your throat, and, holding visicous eye contact, he snapped your neck.

now, you were laying in your bed, having just awoken from death. you curled your legs up to your chest, squeezing them against you, as if you could find reality if you grounded yourself. as if this was all just a cruel dream. 

though you knew that was impossible- every single one of your sensations was on fire. the cotton of your bedding against your arms felt incredibly soft, softer than you'd ever thought it was. you could hear caroline's breath, though she was sitting five feet away from you. you could hear the rumination of her hair against her neck, each and every time she turned her head. she was flipping through a magazine and, that, combined with bits of sunlight seeping into your room, was driving you crazy.

"care," you hissed as she turned another page.

caroline's eyes shot up to meet yours, and a sheepish expression caught her face. "sorry."

stefan, taking up the corner of your room with a frowned face, shifted. "are you ready to talk about it?"

this was the fifth time in the past hour that you'd been awakened from the dead that he'd asked you this very same question. you shrugged, pulling yourself up against the headboard.

"not really," you whispered, knowing if you spoke any louder, you'd burst into tears. you never really let yourself cry in front of your friends, but you didn't know if you could help it this time.

you glanced around the room, at the ordinary objects from your humanity. your picture frames, decorating the bookshelf and dresser, felt like poison in your eye sight. you didn't even know if vampires could be in pictures. so there went your hobby of ruthlessly insisting your friends take pictures every time you did anything together.

who needed a picture to remember anything, anyways, when your memory would never fade?

it was like a cruel trick on you.

you swiped at a tear, and sniffled to regain composure when you noticed your cat's play tower was empty. "where's crow?"

stefan stepped closer, and he took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "we took him to matt's house. he's going to take care of him until you're in control."

"and if i choose to die?" your voice croaked at the word, "will you guys take care of him, then?"

caroline jumped from her seat, pushing herself onto the mattress directly beside you. "of course we would."

you sighed, "i think i know my decision. but, i don't know if i'm ready for it to happen. i don't think- i can't stomach it."

stefan nodded sympathetically. "we have blood bags. elena's willing to let you feed, too. she feels awful about the situation."

you met his eyes, "does it taste- bad?"

caroline chuckled, and stefan looked to her to speak. "funnily enough, it tastes, like, really good. i mean, you won't be hungry for anything else, ever. so it tastes like survival and life."

stefan agreed with a hum, "we need it to survive. to live. it pumps our heart. so even though it will feel wrong for the first week or so, eventually it'll become normal. ordinary."

you took a deep, shaky breath. "can i have a straw?"

—

you plopped to the dirty ground of the forest, your knees sinking into the crust. you breathed heavily, though the usual burning of your lungs you'd feel after running for so long dissipated quicker than it came. you lay a hand to your chest, feeling the strength of your lungs. your heart beat sped up, too, enhanced by the strength that came from feeding.

you wanted both options you were given, one from stefan, the other from

damon. you wanted to feed off blood bags as little as possible. as a human, you'd had an addictive personality. you could only guess that would carry over, only enhanced, in death.

so you wanted to be as in control as possible. and you figured a split diet would help.

it had been two weeks since you turned. you felt stronger everyday. tomorrow, your cat would come home. you felt stable enough, especially since you'd been practicing holding him without baring teeth.

you mourned your old life everyday. but, having had no real attachments as a human, it was an easier transition. you and your mother were never close, so she accepted whatever excuses you had for never eating or sneaking out late. she didn't really care anyways.

but, a part of you felt something missing.

you couldn't tell what it was.

but, one week ago you'd had a dream about a familiar, murderous vamp.

you'd felt his touch in your sleep- his hands on your throat, around your waist. you woke up in a cold sweat, the skin where his touch had been on fire.

you kept it to yourself, knowing the response from the peanut gallery would be negative. they'd probably storm the mikaelson mansion, threaten kol to stop manipulating your dreams.

that had to be the only explanation- that he was manipulating your dreams. you thought he was attractive- but never, ever, in a million years would you let yourself dream about him.

stefan squatted beside you, offering a clean handkerchief. he pointed on his chin to where you had blood pooling. you smiled breathily, a short chuckle, and sheepishly wiped it away.

"you did good today," stefan complimented.

you nodded, "thanks. i still feel dead, but i feel a little stronger, more secure, every time."

"that's good," stefan encouraged. "each time you feed, as long as it's consistent, you'll feel that way."

you hesitated, afraid to voice your opinion in fear of sounding selfish. stefan tilted his head at you because he knew there were words on the tip of your tongue. you shut your mouth and shook your head, brushing off your sadness.

stefan set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, supportively, "we'll get him. damon's finding more ash- and i want you to use the dagger."

a rush of adrenaline came over you. you shoved stefan's hand off your shoulder, "i don't want that, stefan. i don't want more death. can't we just leave each other alone? why does there always have to be revenge?"

stefan looked jolted by your defensive statement, faltering on his heels from your strength. you pushed up onto the balls of your feet, shouldering your backpack.

"look, do whatever you guys want, but leave me out of it," you raised your brows firmly. "i don't think anybody else needs to die."

stefan was more than shocked by this proclamation. he slowly stood, watched as you turned on your heel and sped away to your car. he could tell you were angered by any ideas of conflict. he knew as a human you had always been peaceful: you always went out of your way to make sure everyone and everything was okay. and you were always against any revenge plans. though you were never this vocal about it. maybe that’s what that outburst was- your want for peace.

but something felt off.

you slammed your car door shut, which made you flinch back in your seat. you pressed a hand to your chest, again, surprised by your strength, by the hammering of your heart. you took deep, whole breaths, feeling every part of your lungs expand and contract with every gasp and release. caroline had taught you this trick- ground yourself. anger made you hungrier, deadlier. and you weren't in the habit of killing anybody out of hanger. hopefully for forever.

why had you been so pissed?

you should be rooting for revenge against kol. you should be plotting maps and finding ash and storming his mansion.

but something within your gut denied any and all troubles.

you just couldn't get behind the idea.

something else caroline taught you was to focus on what made you feel good. in times like this, when anger took ahold and wouldn't let go, you needed to anchor yourself to what being alive was like. fake it till you make it.

so, you turned your radio up as loud as it would go, stepped on the gas, and drove. you let your mind shut off as you drove, twisting through back streets, laughing loudly as the car jumped over hills. for the first time in weeks, you felt normal. like an ordinary teenaged girl, putting your life at risk to feel the adrenaline of curving around bends and barely stopping at stop signs.

you didn't know you were going- but you had reached a dead end. the only way to go was back, or into the driveway before you. you recognized the stone-lined path, reaching far back into the tree line. you could see the windows of the house through tree branches.

how did you end up here?

the car inched towards the house, stopping just before the driveway curved into a circle around the water fountain. you stepped on the brakes, threw the gear shift into reverse, and slowly let your foot release. however, the car still inched forewords, the wheel turning towards right. you looked down at the gear shift and saw it in drive.

what the fuck was going on?

you threw it into park again, slamming so hard you whipped against the back of the seat. next thing you knew, your keys were in your hand, you were opening the door, stepping out of the car. you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. you glanced around, horrified.

"what in the world?!" you murmured to yourself. you turned back to the car and reached for the door handle.

"i was wondering how long it would take until you showed up, darling," a voice sounded directly beside your left shoulder.

you jumped against your car, fear sinking into your skin. kol towered over you, hands crossed delicately behind his back. his face held that familiar smirk, head tilted to the side with dark anticipation.

you shivered, crossing your arms around your stomach. "wha-what?"

kol stepped closer, forcing your chin further into the air as he hovered. "have you finally come to put a dagger in my chest? i'd have to waited until the sun went down, or brought myself one of those salvatore's. it's a little bold to come alone."

you shook your head, the wind blowing your hair in a mess around your face. you furiously brushed it behind your ears again, to no avail. "n-no. i didn't mean- i didn't mean to be here. i- i'm- i should go. i'm gonna go."

when you finished stuttering out your ill-thought-out response, you spun on your heel and stuck the key into the lock. you went to turn it to unlock it when you heard a gust of wind and felt his presence move beside you.

"aw, don't go. we were just starting to have fun," he sarcastically spoke.

you pulled the key out of the car, your hand dangling beside you. you didn't know what to say; but you wanted to stay now. you were intrigued by the dark look in his eyes, the scent of his smokey cologne.

"okay."

kol- usually locked in to his smirk and raised eyebrow duo- hesitated at your response. his face flickered with confusion, but he regained his stone cold composure and held out a hand.

"would you like to come in for a drink? i think i owe you that," he offered.

you shrugged, crossing your arms again. "sure."

you fell into step behind kol, following him into the mikaelson's mansion. you looked around warily as you stepped inside the house. kol took your purse from your shoulder- though you didn't remember how it got there- and hung it on the coat hook.

"is it going to be a real drink?" you grasped at a joke, feeling the tense, awkward air between you.

kol cracked that smirk, "well that depends. are you on the stefan diet? or are they feeding you well over there?"

you let yourself laugh, "both, actually."

kol guided you to the living room, where you sat on the couch. he moved to a bar cart, filling two crystal glasses with blood from a bag.

he tsked, "but that's boring. i thought id make another ripper out of you. well: have you at least drank from the neck? taken your first kill?"

you took the glass he offered you, replying as he sat, "no."

kol scoffed, "well, that won't do. every vampire kills at least ten people in their first week. it's been, what, three weeks, now?"

you took a sip from your glass, and you felt your fangs protrude from your teeth. you winced at the pain in your mouth and swallowed the blood. you touched the veins in your cheeks.

kol watched you as you gained control of your hunger. he looked concerned, though you didn't notice.

kol dipped his head down to catch your attention. "do you feel it? the hunger? you must know every time you drink from an animal or a bag that you're missing something? of course, we must do these things for security. but, we have to drink from the vein from time to time. the other options are just not enough to curb that."

you felt a hunger flood through your body. your fangs protruded again, the veins under your eyes rippling your skin. you quickly downed the rest of your drink, but the hunger didn't cease.

kol's arm had rested on the back of the couch, and he moved his thumb to touch the tilt of your chin. "let me take you out sometime. i'll show you how to really hunt. you have to be dangerous sometimes- it's just our nature."

an emotion rushed through your body- a warm feeling. you turned your head to meet his eyes, "i don't want to do that. i don't want to kill anybody."

kol flashed his dark eyes at you, "oh, but you will."

—

you refused to share your visit to kol with any of your friends. you knew stefan wouldn't approve of his urge to drink from the vein; caroline would be pissed you went inside the house; and damon would examine it for any ulterior movies. you especially weren't going to tell them that you'd be going hunting with kol in the future. you didn't really want to; but you had to go. something in you was pushing you to give in. to just do it.

but you feared they'd find out. either rebekah- whom kol told everything- would use your newfound companionship as a banter against your friends. or klaus would use it as a threat.

or you'd exploit your conversation by accidentally killing somebody. it was silly, but everyone knew it was true- you weren’t a killer, even as a vampire. it just simply wasn’t going to happen.

you kept resisting the urge- but throughout the school day you couldn't stop staring at people's necks. you wanted to pounce on someone in the hallway, wanted to sink your teeth into their skin and bleed them dry. you'd never felt this urge before- or at least stefan and caroline had helped you fight through it.

you wanted to confide in them, but something told you you weren't allowed to share the thought. so you fought it alone.

after school, you raced home, curled up under your covers, and shut out the world. you had to go to work later, and you wanted to call off, but you couldn't give up the normal parts of your life. you couldn't let the vampirism ruin your ordinary.

by the time it was time for work, you'd managed to curb your hunger. you arrived a few minutes before your shift started at the mystic grille, where you waited tables. you opened your locker, pulling from it your apron and notepad. you tied it securely around your waist.

the door to the break room swung open and your coworker, georgia, bid you hello. you smiled back at her. but as you turned to say hello back, you felt your teeth expand and the blood rush through your eyes. you went hot with hunger, and you slammed your upper body into your locker.

georgia flinched, "are you okay?"

you heard her take a step forward, so you held out your hand, "no! stay- stay away! go away from me!"

georgia, helpful by nature, stepped closer to you. she set a hand on your shoulder, "y/n, what's wrong?"

as soon as you felt her warm hand on your shoulder, you snapped. you slammed her up against the locker, baring your teeth at her. "i said stay away! i can't control it!"

georgia yelped in response, the fear in her eyes blowing up her pupils. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry- please don't hurt me!"

you growled at her, eyes raking down her face to her exposed neck. of course she wore her hair in a ponytail today.

you wanted to turn away; you had learned all the necessary skills to gain control. but something in your body, in your mind- it screamed at you to feed. you pounced on her, sinking your teeth into her skin, and beginning to suck her dry.

when she went limp in your arms, when you felt no more blood flowing out of the punctured holes in her neck, that's when you snapped back to reality. you dropped her body, screaming at the sight of blood soaking her shirt, soaking your hands.

you turned to the side, wiping your hands on your apron, away from her body, and you caught your appearance in the mirror in your locker. you were sobbing, the tears streaking through the blood covering your mouth.

you grabbed your coat and purse and, without thinking any further, you sped out of the grille. of course, just when you stepped out the front door, you ran into caroline. she was walking with tyler, laughing at something he'd said. when she knocked into you, she steadied you by grabbing your forearms. then she noticed the blood- all of the blood.

caroline and tyler had an understanding, established with just the flicker of eye contact they made. caroline sped you two out of there, to the boarding house, within seconds. tyler went to, probably, clean up your mess.

as soon as she opened the door to the house, you pulled from her, and fell to your knees. you sobbed into your hands, though the blood left on them made the hunger creep back up again. caroline leaned down beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"it's okay, y/n," she soothed, "shhhh, it's okay."

you wanted to give in to her comfort, but you pushed back, your force so strong that you ended up with your back against the wall.

"no!" you growled again. "no! i killed somebody, caroline! i killed her! oh, my god, i killed her!"

you slid down the wall, sobbing into your hands. stefan, damon, and elena entered the room, taking in the sad sight of you. you smelled the blood on your hands, and the hunger overtook you. through the tears crowding your face, you licked a single line down your forearm.

"i'm so hungry," you murmured, continuing to lick at the drying blood on your hands.

stefan took control of the situation as caroline came up short. she couldn't think straight, seeing you like you were.

he stooped down in front of you, laying a cautious hand into the air between you. "hey, y/n, hey- it's okay. hey, here, take my hand. cmon, let's go get something to eat."

you roared at him, causing him to flinch back, "i don't want another deer, stefan! i'm hungry!"

damon appeared beside him, holding a blood bag delicately between his hands. he offered it to you, a sad smile on his face. "i never much cared for the vegetarian lifestyle, either, y/n. there's nothing to be ashamed of."

you took the blood bag from him, only to throw it across the room. it splatted against the wall, sliding in cruel fingers down the wall. elena flinched at this, holding securely to her necklace.

you shot up from your spot, standing like a rock against your friends. "it's not enough! it's not enough, damon! i'm hungry!"

your tantrum lasted another hour, in which you nearly attacked elena, threw stefan into the billiard table, and stabbed damon with a broken leg from the coffee table.

caroline had snuck away in time to call bonnie, who arrived just in time to cause an aneurysm in your head. you fell to your knees in pain, which worsened as damon stuck a needle full of vervain into your leg. you passed out on the rug of the entryway, and woke up on the basement, locked away.

you curled up in the corner, leaning against the cool brick of the wall. your head was pounding, and your veins were cramping with hunger. you could smell stefan's cologne, bonnie's blood on the other side of the wall.

"what's going on?" you whimpered, brushing the dirty hair from your face.

bonnie's face appeared in the frame of the door. "y/n?"

you stood up shakily, slowly walking up to the door. everything hurt. probably the vervain. or the hunger.

you leaned against the door. bonnie smiled at you, though it was downcast, and her eyes were watery. "what's going on?"

she sighed, "we don't know. i've been looking through my grimoires for days. alarics doing research. we don't know."

"wait," you perked up at her word choice, "days?"

"yeah you keep going in and out of it," bonnie shrugged.

stefan appeared beside her, "we've tried to feed you a blood bag or blood from an animal, but you won't take it down. it doesn't even make your teeth come out. you keep saying it's not enough."

"so you lock me up?" you laughed shakily.

stefan nodded, setting his hands on his hips. "yeah. but, we're going to take you out now. we're gonna let you feed off of somebody. make sure you don't kill them. then, we're going to see klaus."

you furrowed your brows, "why?"

bonnie shrugged, "he's the oldest vampire ever. he might have some answers."

—

they held true to their promise. they let you feed off matt and, as you did, you began to bleed him dry. stefan and damon managed to hold you back- and you kept it down. you felt the hunger creep up your skin, but you managed to shove it down. you kept control. it wasn’t as bad.

with an apology to matt and a rag to clean your lips, you headed to the mikaelson mansion for the second time that week. you wondered if you should tell them about your interaction with kol, but you decided against it. they'd blow it out of proportion.

but, you couldn't stop thinking about how he told you that the blood bags and animals would never be enough; how you'd have to kill.

and how, ever since that moment, those words had been defined every action you’d taken that week.

klaus welcomed the three of you inside with a sardonic, "ah, back with more questions. i'll try not to remember this next time you shove a dagger in my heart."

stefan smiled sarcastically, as you three followed him into his painting room. klaus had been brushing paint across a canvas, and he went back to that as you three stood before him.

stefan, always the spokesperson, began, "she can't keep anything down. not the blood bags or the animals i've hunted. the only thing she drinks is blood when it's straight from the vein. it’s just started, though. she'd been extremely disciplined, and now she's turned murderous. she doesn't want to kill anybody, and that characteristic has been enhanced by her vampirism now. so, we don’t understand why it’s turned into this.”

klaus chuckled, "stefan, we vampires have to kill..."

you weren't listening. at first, you simply circled the room, admiring the paintings. then, as you rounded back to the open door of the room, you felt a tug in your chest, similar to the one from the other day, when you'd accidentally driven here.

you snuck out of the room, their voices fading behind you as you descended the staircase. you'd never been here before- but you knew where you were going. you walked past every door and only stopped outside the one at the end of the farthest hallway.

your hand reached for the doorknob, but you snapped out of your trance before you could turn it. the urge took over again, though, and you resigned to knocking.

"come in!" you heard that familiar tone, though it was much more casual than normal.

you did as he asked, stepping into the room as the door swung open. you were jarred by his state- instead of his usual jeans and jacket combo, kol was laying casually in his bed, pajama bottoms adorning his lower half, and a hoodie on his upper. his hair was messy, swinging in front of his forehead.

he had his arms crossed behind his head. you eyes raked across them, across the veins in his hands. you thought back to a few weeks ago, when he’d turned you. when he’d held you flush against his chest with those hands-

your heart skipped a beat as he looked from the television, to you. he had started to say, "beks-! i've just discovered a genre of movies called-"

he met your eyes, and stopped dead in his sentence. kol sat up out of bed, confusion lacing his features. he was too taken back to have anything witty to say, so he just said, "hello, darling."

you took a deep breath, your brows furrowing as it released from your lungs, "i killed somebody."

the part of kol was that murderous, the part that reveled in sucking humans dry of their blood, wanted to say he told you so. but he noticed the look on your face and he said, "well, are you okay, then? you don't look so well."

kol moved closer to you, concern lacing his features. you shook your head, "i'm really hungry."

there were tears in your eyes, yet you laughed. kol shared a smile, a genuine smile, at your statement.

he stood in front of you, now, and he arched a brow. "well, eat, darling."

you nodded, "okay...what?"

kol laughed, a delicate sound despite his dark composure, "well, a human, love."

you nodded, again, more enthusiastic this time. "i really don’t want to. but, you’re right. i don’t think i have a choice…yeah, i'm going to go do that."

you went to turn away from the room, but kol cleared his throat. you faced him again, "yes?"

"aren't you going to invite me?" that familiar smirk adorned his features.

you smiled sheepishly, "well, duh. do you wanna come?"

kol nodded with a viscious look in his eyes- hunger. he glanced down at his outfit and raised a finger, "don't move, darling. i've got to change."

you don't know why, but you listened. as he raced to his bathroom to change into different clothing, you didn't move a single muscle. when he came back to your spot, he made a face at you. "i didn't mean it literally. you can move."

you let out a held breath, relieved. "thanks."

kol's mind reeled at the interaction. you began to walk out of the room, ready to go hunt. but he stood there for a moment with hesitation. what was going on here?

his mind raced over the options- but he refused to admit the obvious answer. it wasn't possible.

though he couldn't completely remove the thought from his mind, kol shook it off a bit and followed you out of his room.

you descended the stairs with excited feet, kol following along behind you at a quick pace. just as you reached the bottom of the stairs, however, bonnie, stefan, and klaus walked out from the room.

stefan crossed his arms, eyes flickering between you and kol skeptically. bonnie glared at kol, and said, "what the hell?"

klaus lifted his chin triumphantly, like he was pleased at the irony of the situation. "well, little brother. what's this?"

kol glanced at you, signature smirk on his pink lips. "just going out for a hunting trip, brother."

klaus nodded, arching his brow at you, "it's not often that a vampire wants to go hunting with the person who killed them."

you shrugged, looking between your friends and klaus. "it's just a hunting trip. i'm hungry."

kol hummed in response, "you lot have been holding her back from her potential. blood bags and little bunnies aren't enough for us. she needs it from the vein."

stefan hesitated, taken aback by this statement. "not enough? i manage to survive on bunnies just fine."

kol sighed, "yes, but you're not reaching your full potential. i intend to make sure everyone i turn is strong, stefan. isn't that right, darling?"

you never took sides. you always managed to find peace between either party in a situation like this. bonnie and stefan looked at you expectantly, ready for whatever peace treaty you'd offer.

but you shocked them by saying, "right, kol."

"now, why don't you let me and my new friend to enjoy ourselves, okay? shall we?" kol held out an arm, waiting for you to lead the two of you away.

you smiled at bonnie and stefan, but there was no remorse in your eyes. you looked different, darker.

they watched you two leave the house. bonnie turned to stefan, worry swimming in her eyes, "stefan? what was that?" 

he looked to klaus, whose own gaze looked curious. like he knew something nobody else did.

klaus opened his mouth, but craved the anticipation of the moment to linger. he licked his lips, sighed, and said, "you'll figure it out soon enough. in the mean time, she'll be safe with kol. he really isn't all that bad unless you give him a reason to be."

stefan and bonnie looked jarred as he walked away from them, whistling a happy tune.

what the fuck?

—

that night, you went bar-hopping with kol. at each one, he properly trained you on how to snatch, feed, and compel. by the end of the night, you felt better- much stronger that you did after drinking bunny blood.

as you downed shots, chasing it with human blood, you loosened up and let slip the dream you’d had about kol.

“so, are you in the habit of manipulating people’s dreams?” you laughed, looking towards him as you set down your empty shot glass.

he furrowed his brows, “what’s that, darling?”

“i had a dream about you the other day,” you shrugged, “obviously. i think that’s why i showed up to your house.”

kol’s mind reeled again- “that wasn’t me, darling.”

he ignored the idea again.

it couldn’t be.

he regained his smirk, leaning over you slightly. you really were pretty- gorgeous in the dim light of the bar. the light flickered off your pupils, shimmering in them.

“is this you admitting you’re attracted to me? that you dream about me?”

you blushed deeply. “n-no-“

“don’t worry,” kol leaned into you, lips brushing the tip of your ear, “i’m attracted to you, too.”

later, kol, who had driven, pulled up to your house, stopping on the side of the street. he rested his arm on the back of your seat, twisting to face you.

"well, today was fruitful. don't you feel better? isn't the hunger gone?" kol questioned.

you thought about it for a moment- the hunger that had been there for days now dissipated. you felt fuller. better, like he said.

"yeah, i-i do," you admitted. "can we do this again? soon?"

kol nodded contently, "i would like that very much. my siblings are boring. and none of them are as pretty as you, darling."

you blushed at his admittance, "well, tomorrow, then?"

kol hesitated to say yes. but something in his stomach twisted, something warm and soft and reminiscent of butterflies. he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes swimming with thought.

he met your gaze again, his brown eyes softened from their usual cloudy disposition. you blushed deeper at the way he peered at you.

"actually," kol spoke, "tomorrow...i'm going to take you out. hunting is only fun for so long. i'd rather go on a date."

your nose scrunched up in glee. "okay. that sounds good."

kol leaned across the space between you. he brushed the hair away from your face and placed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to the apple of your cheek.

—

the next day, caroline called you at 2pm. you answered with a peppy beat in your voice, "hey, care!"

she scoffed down the line, "don't hey care me, missy! what the hell do you think you're doing?"

you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean?"

caroline laughed bitterly, "get your ass over to the boarding house right now so you can explain to me and everybody else why you're running around with kol mikaelson like some little blood skank."

you giggled at her choice of words, "o...kay. i don't really understand why we're all so upset about this- but i'll be there."

you made it over to their house within minutes, so high on your strength that you ran the whole way there. when you entered the living room, everyone was standing around, for you. jeremy, bonnie, matt, alaric, elena, stefan, damon. and caroline-

she grabbed you by the forearm, tugging you down into the conversation pit and pushing you into the couch. she hovered over top of you, hands on her hips and a grimace on her face.

"explain- now!" she demanded.

you stuttered over you words, licking your lips nervously. "i don't know what i have to explain. i haven't gone on a ripper rampage. and yesterday was an accident. so why am i being put on trial here?"

damon crossed his arms over his chest, "maybe because you're running around with the worlds deadliest vampire like he’s a frat boy and it's spring break in florida."

you felt defensive, and snapped back, "oh, cause you're so innocent, damon. remind me again, what's your body count? oh, sorry i meant kills- not fucks. though i'm sure they're both up there."

alaric chuckled at this, and everyone glanced at him with annoyance. he shut his mouth, and scrunched his face in apology.

"you have to be careful around him. we don't know if had any ulterior motives, y/n. he could turn around and kill you at any moment," stefan explained to you like you were a child.

you crossed your arms, "oh, my god, you barely know him! you guys always just assume the worst out of people. ever think that every single time he's hurt someone has been because he's been threatened? he's in the same position as any of us. he's just the anti-hero, so you won't let it go."

caroline leaned forward and literally flicked you. "stupid! you're stupid! you were so smart as a human!"

"yeah, well i'm dead, caroline! and for some reason i can't drink blood bags or stupid little rats off the forest floor. at least, instead of dallying around, looking for answers, kol is helping me!"

you shoved caroline out of the way, standing from the couch, and storming towards the door.

"where are you going?" bonnie shouted after you.

you turned towards the group with a defiant smirk on your face, "i have a date."

—

kol picked you up from your house at exactly 7pm. he stood at your front door with a small bouquet of flowers, and since your mother wasn't home to invite him inside, he waited while you put them in a vase.

while you were inside, your cat, crow, slinked through the open door of the house. he peered up at kol coyly, purring lowly. kol heard the animal and looked down to it. a genuine smile reached across his face, and he leaned down to pick the creature up in his arms.

“well, hello, there, darling,” kol soothed. he ran his fingers through the cat’s fur, enjoying its presence while you were gone.

you appeared in the doorway, and a cheeky smile adorned your features. “that is so cute.”

kol blushed- he actually blushed- and let the animal jump from his arms. crow brushed up against your legs before escaping inside.

“what’s his name?” kol inquired as you shut the door behind you.

you fell in step towards the car as you answered, “crow. i got him when i was a baby. he’s nearly 17 now.”

“so you’ve had him too ur entire life?” kol remarked.

you paused, sad, “had him. had him my entire life, yes.”

kol stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. “i’m sorry- sorry. i’m sorry for turning you.”

you shrugged lightly, smiling sadly at him, “sometimes, when we’re in tough positions, it feels like there’s only one decision we can make for ourselves. it’s only after that we realize we could’ve chose a different path. it’s a mistake- it was a mistake. what you did. but i forgive you.”

kol was stunned by how eloquently you spoke. he smiled, “you- don’t you miss it?”

you peered at him, tilted your head. “being human?” he nodded. “no. i can’t say that i do. i don’t like feeding off of people. but i don’t miss it. i don’t know why. being a vampire is miserable sometimes. but i guess if i spend every day for the rest of eternity, wishing things were different, i’d never find peace.”

kol hugged you right then and there. he quickly threw his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his chest. you giggled, slightly, but hugged him back. though his lips were tangled in your shoulder, in your hair, you heard him whisper, “thank you.”

—

at the mystic grille, one of your coworkers seated you towards the back, per your request. no one knew georgia was dead yet. tyler had compelled her mom and dad to think she went on a trip, and that's what the story was for now. another death, another memorial, was too much for the town right now.

you had told kol about death last night, had even cried, but he reminded you that it was necessary. that you would have all of eternity to live in memory of her. and you carried that with you.

the entire night went beautifully. kol was a perfect gentleman the entire time. he never interrupted, and he listened intently as you rambled. though you don't get much food, he still paid for what you did order.

at one point, your phone screen lit up with a text from caroline, ‘where’d you go to eat? the serial killer cafe where they serve human hearts on a gold platter?’

kol didn’t see that, luckily, but he did see the beautifully taken photo of you, caroline, bonnie, and elena on your home screen.

he remarked, “that’s a wonderful photo. you look gorgeous.”

you blushed again. “thank you. it’s one of my favorites. taking pictures is a hobby of mine.”

kol sat up in his seat and demanded you show him more. you let him scroll through the album on your phone. he noticed you took a picture of something almost every single day- but that that had stopped since you’d transitioned.

“why don’t you take them anymore? didn’t caroline tell you to hold onto things like that?” kol questioned, handing you back your phone.

you toyed with it, sighing, “yeah. i’ve wanted to. i just- i don’t know.”

kol took your hand, “that’s a way to find peace. by keeping ahold of yourself. not letting her get lost in the transition. you’re still you.”

you smiled up at him, hesitated, before holding up your phone. you opened the camera app and put him into frame. turns out vampires do show up on camera- and he looked good.

“say cheese,” you giggled as kol’s face went slack with confusion.

“what does that mean?” he asked you.

you lowered the camera for a moment, “it means to smile! when you say it, you teeth pull back. so you’re smiling!”

kol laughed, “darling, that is a ridiculous expression. besides, i don’t want a photo if you’re not in it.”

he slid into the booth beside you, tossed his arm around your shoulders, and grinned as you pointed the camera towards you. you took three- one where you were smiling, a backup one in case the other didn’t turn out, where he didn’t know you were taking it- he was just looking at you with this romantic expression- and another where he kissed your cheek.

it all felt very wonderful. you didn't care if he had killed a hundred people in this century. you didn't care that he killed you, that he threatened your friends and poised a danger to himself and others.

you cared that the light hit his dark eyes in an inspiring manner each time he tilted his head. you cared that he thought you were interesting, that he listened. you cared that he loved the color green, forest green, like  pine trees and his car. you cared that his favorite place to travel to was ireland, though he hadn't been in a hundred years. that he wanted to go back.

you wanted to go with him. 

he pulled up outside of your house, and as you reached for the door handle, he sped out of the car and opened it for you.

"you don't have to do that. it's not 1910 anymore," you laughed, taking his offered hand and standing.

"yes, i do, darling," he disagreed with a sweet smile. "beauty like that deserves a gentlemanly touch."

you sheepishly smiled at him, "whatever you say, kol."

he offered his arm again, and you closed your hand around the crook of his elbow. he led you to the front door, continuing whatever conversation you'd been having in the car. as you stepped onto the porch, you slowly let go of his arm, and turned to face him.

"thank you for the last few days," you confessed, a deep breath sliding through your teeth. "tonight was the first night in a while where i felt- i don't know- ordinary. everyone keeps treating me like i'm delicate, like i'm small. thanks for treating me like an equal."

kol stepped closer, tilting his head with a smile. "you're strong, darling. they just don't know it yet. you'll prove them wrong."

"yes, i will," you admitted.

kol's mind flashed like it had the other day. you were so eloquent- your personality was sweet and kind. he was intrigued by everything you said. you were very individualistic.

but, you agreed with every single thing he said.

earlier, he'd told you that he absolutely hated olives. and you automatically acted disgusted. he pointed out that they were in your half-eaten salad, and you laughed. "i guess i hadn't noticed."

for the next ten minutes of conversation, you'd picked every single olive out of your salad.

but the way you were looking up at him now erased any doubt. you were probably just a people pleaser.

this, whatever was growing between you, was too real to be what he thought it was.

you stepped closer to kol, bringing his mind  back down to earth. he met your eyes and saw a certain hunger sparked within them. kol reached out his arms, letting his hands slide into a resting spot at your hip, and around your back.

your hands hit his chest, and they slowly snaked up to his neck. kol's eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, plump with desire.

you leaned in further and let your eyes fall shut. kol hesitated, staring at your restful face, heated with peaceful anticipation.

he ignored the sinking feeling and let his own gaze fall shut. he shoved his lips against your own, a passionate, feverish kiss that pushed your back up against the side of your house. you were breathless by the time he pulled back, and you wanted more. as you leaned into him, kol pressed your back into the wall further.

"not yet, darling. patience," he puzzled his lips against yours gently, eyes boring into your own. then, he tore apart from you completely.

you felt warm- hungry for more of his touch. you wanted to kiss him again. but he was right; you should wait. so you let your arms hug your body, like you we’re holding yourself back, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you agreed with a short nod.

kol stopped at the top of the steps, watching as you opened your front door. you leaned against the frame, and he said, "have a good night, darling. don't think about me too much."

your mind blanked, and you cleared it of any image or thought of him. "okay."

kol watched you turn away, watched the door shut firmly behind you. he hesitated on the first step. he couldn't stop thinking about the way your face looked- about how serious you were in your response.

—

a month later, and you were all in.

you texted kol all day, everyday- through class, at home, when you were with caroline, bonnie, and elena. you'd gone hunting at least once a week. you'd been on exactly three dates. he'd kissed you four times.

you were all in.

kol stopped doubting your reactions as he fell deeper into it with you. he convinced himself, as anyone would, that was too real.

and he was right.

you were at work, having just delivered food to a table, when you ran into klaus. he was sitting down in a booth in your section when you made eye contact.

you rolled your eyes and walked up to him. "drink?"

klaus crossed his arms, "now, is that anyway to greet a customer?"

you sighed, wanting to groan and punch the table. "that's the way to greet a customer who's tried to kill your friends a million times over."

klaus looked pleased at the way he angered you. he pushed on, "yet you're so smitten with kol."

you placed your palm down on the table, leaning your weight into it. you popped a hip, settled your other hand onto it. "excuse me? did you actually came to eat or did caroline send you to berate me?"

"oh, love, i'm here on my own free will. just wanted to ask you a couple questions," klaus tilted his head towards the other side of the booth, urging you to sit.

you refused, "so; ask me."

klaus shifted in his seat, peering down at you, "do you do everything kol tells you to?"

a robotic response slipped from your tongue, one you hadn't even thought or wanted to say. "whatever he wants."

you bit your bottom lip, embarrassed by your response. klaus smirked at the answer, "interesting. is that why you can't drink from blood bags? from animals?"

"kol said..." you hesitated, "kol said they're not enough. he said i have to kill or hunt. he said i won't be strong enough unles i do."

klaus stood from the booth, swinging his jacket over his arm. he patted your arm darkly, "that's all i needed. thank you, dear."

you turned on your heel, watching as he walked away. you shook your head and urged the weird situation to roll off your shoulders.

but it was bugging you. every time you wanted to do something, and kol said otherwise, or every time he said anything at all, your actions would only reflect his choices. sometimes you felt like you had no control over yourself.

you chalked it up to being a vampire- maybe that’s what it was when you were in love with someone.

caroline waited around the corner that klaus rounded. stefan stood beside her, leant up against the wall with crossed arms. his features fell flat, dark. caroline looked stressed. klaus stopped in front of them, shrugging. "there you have it."

caroline locked her jaw shut, eyes narrowing, "she's sired."

stefan straightened, "how do we break it?"

klaus shook his head, "you can't. there's no spell or magic ring she can wear."

stefan looked at the floor and thought his way through the situation. "well, that's not technically true, is it, klaus? you chose not to release your sire on your werewolves. but you could have. you could have told them not to be sired. it's as simple as that."

caroline perked up at the idea, "a loophole."

klaus chuckled darkly, "good luck convincing my brother to do that. she's falling for him- that's the first girl in the history of the world to look past his darkness. he won't let that go."

caroline looked frustrated now, and she stomped her foot. "talk to him, then! convince him for us. make him see how wrong this is!"

"you've tried to kill me more times than i can count. why should i?" klaus peered at them.

caroline exhausted all her options, "i'll go on a date with you."

he agreed, but he warned as an afterthought, "the sire bond rules your actions. not your feelings. remember that."

—

kol sat at the grand piano in the living room, fingers daintily trailing across the keys. he glanced back and forth at the sheet music propped up before him, practicing.

he had just been texting you. you wanted to hang out- but you had homework to do. you told him you’d skip the assignment, rush it later and turn in a shitty draft or whatever essay you had to write. he told you that you shouldn’t put him before school, that you should focus and get that stuff done.

so you responded that you’d be shutting your phone off until it was done. that you wouldn’t be in contact.

and it clicked for him.

klaus slowly walked into the room, arms crossed over his buff chest. kol's fingers came to a stop as he heard his brothers foot steps.

"what?" he breathed out, refusing to turn to face his brother.

"we need to talk," klaus stated firmly.

kol knew why. he knew everyone would figure out eventually. he didn't want to admit it to himself. it was hard- letting someone in. but he'd done it, only to find out everything was fake.

he felt the hole in his chest growing, felt the darkness swallowing him up. love was lost in him. after spending eternity utterly alone, his hopes were being given up. 

and this would be the end of the line. because the universe was proving, time and time again, that he didn’t deserve it.

he wouldn't be able to recover after having to let you go.

so he would play dumb for now and revel in what bits of you he got to have.

klaus slid onto the bench beside him, his heart tugging for his brother. as much as he hated his family, he still cared for them. he hurt for them.

especially kol.

"i spoke to y/n today."

kol flinched at your name. he pressed the c key. "oh?"

klaus stared down at the piano keys, shoulders slouched. "kol...brother, she's sired. to you."

in one flash, kol hooked his fingers on the underneath of the piano, and flipped it across the room. it shattered against the wall, breaking the large picture window. pieces of wood flew out of the house, and glass and various other piano parts splattered across the floor. kol stood there, chest heaving up and down, and face hot with anger.

klaus didn't even flinch.

kol wiped at the spittle on his chin. he glared at the broken piano, at the sheet music on the floor.

yesterday, when he'd called you on the phone to tell you goodnight, he'd let it slip that he used to play piano. you had gasped, and said that it was amazing. that he needed to play something for you sometime. he had began practicing the second he got off the phone with you.

he was going to learn a song for you.

kol closed his fists, fighting the urge to hit something or throw something else. he growled, the veins protruding under his eyes, his fangs prominent.

he turned to face klaus, but held his head proudly. "i have to go."

klaus stood up, and reached for his brothers shoulder. kol skirted from his touch with another growl. klaus breathed out, "kol, you have to let-"

kol yelled in response. no words formed through his temper; he just yelled.

"let her go," klaus finished.

kol stormed out of the room, nearly breaking the front door to the house as he left.

klaus stood there, defeatedly, mourning for his brother.

—

you were with caroline, sprawled out on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite romantic comedy. she'd made cookies for your self-proclaimed girls night, and you shoveled microwave popcorn in your face.

caroline was talking boys, as always. she was complaining about tyler and his weird wolfy situationships, and about klaus and his charming- manipulative- romantic advances. you listened blankly, watching the television from the corner of your vision.

caroline threw a popcorn kernel at your face, "hello! are you even listening to me?" 

you perked up, meeting her gaze. "what-? oh, yes. i am listening. tyler is annoying and klaus is hot, but also annoying."

caroline laughed, but frowned at you, "i'm not allowed to agree with that."

"but you dooooo," you winked at her. "just break up with tyler. go be with klaus. he's hot, fun, dangerous."

"i didn't know you were suddenly into bad guys," she nibbled on the cookie in her hands, glancing between you and the tv. her eyes went blank as she went off on one of her tangents, "i mean, i know you being into kol isn't completely, exactly in your control. like, you're weirdly into him, but consciously you're not all there to question yourself like i know you would. it's still weird, obviously. youve just always been against bad boys. and, now- i don’t know- but what's with this klaus is hot thing? where'd that come from-"

"what?" you swallowed the popcorn in your mouth. your brows furrowed, confusion washing your features down.

caroline paused, and her eyes went wide. she tried to cover up her slip, "klaus. i mean why do you think he's hot? and why do you think i should go for him? he's killed tons of people-"

"what?" you sat up, the popcorn bowl spilling from your lap and into the floor.

caroline wouldn't meet your stare. she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth so it was occupied.

"caroline, what do you mean it's not in my control? what does that mean?" you felt defensive, like you always felt anymore whenever someone would say something against kol.

caroline swallowed thickly, "n-nothing. i didn't say that, actually. i said-"

"caroline!" 

her head flipped towards you, blonde curls sprawling across her back. "okay...don't freak out. but you're sorta, kinda, maybe...sired to kol."

your jaw went slack, and you looked at her blankly. so many emotions rushed through your body- confusion being at the top of the list that you could decipher.

but it made sense. you loved olives. you never wanted to kill your coworker. you hated feeding off of human beings. you didn’t want to be okay about seeing kol.

you felt betrayed by your own body.

betrayed by him. had he known all this time? had he carefully calculated your actions in order to manipulate your feelings? was he just using you?

if that there were the case, why had he been so kind? was that his tactic?

so that was the reason why you couldn't drink blood- why you were unable to do anything but hunt down the locals.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. "what does that mean, care?" you didn’t know enough to truly understand.

"well? anytime he says anything, you automatically agree with him. you do anything he says," she spoke slowly, a strange rhythm to her usually frantic word choice. "but it doesn't affect your feelings whatsoever."

"are you sure?" you questioned, hopeful. "what if he was manipulating me into feeling this way? you're right- when i was a human, i would've never done this."

"i mean...i guess that's possible,"

she paused. she reached for your hand, squeezing gently. "but did he ever say anything to insinuate that?"

you didn't want to admit it to yourself now that you knew the truth.

but you were falling in love with him. and he hadn't told you to do that.

you were confused, speechless, because it was a terrible situation. if you admitted how you felt, he would think the entire thing was manipulated. that you were lying. but if he didn't know you were sired, and you told him, he'd eventually find out, and still think your feelings were fake.

was there a way out of this?

because as your feelings sorted, you’d hoped you’d be able to come out of this with him.

"caroline, i..." your voice broke. "i think i love him. i know it's wrong- and he's a monster. but i can't help it. the first day i went over there, i didn't know why. i just felt drawn to him, like i was supposed to be there. and every time he'd tell me to do something- every time my actions were affected by the sire, it felt like an obligation. i knew something was off. but every time i think about my feelings for him, every time i'm with him, and every time i look at him- i feel like i'm making the conscious choice to love him. like i wake up everyday and choose to want to be with him. and it's not a chore. it's real."

caroline's features softened. for the first time that you spoke of him, she was willing to listen. she was sympathetic. "i think you need to go to him."

you hesitated, but stood from the couch. "really?"

caroline's eyes were watery, but she smiled with a relieved-sounding laugh. "yeah. i think you do. i think you need to go to him and tell him how you feel. tell him the sire bond means nothing to you. just- tell

him what you told me."

caroline stood and you threw yourself into her arms. she squeezed you tightly, and watched as you left. just as your front door shut behind you, kol appeared on the porch before you.

you felt a relief, like him being there would solve all of your problems.

you swiped at your eyes, willing the tears to go away. "oh," you laughed slightly, "speak of the devil."

kol's eyes were dark, void of any of the light you'd grown accustomed to. he stood rock-hard, a solid force of nature, against you.

"we need to talk," he sneered. his jaw was locked shut, teeth pressed together angril.

concern laced your tone, and you reached out to him, "wait, what's wrong? what happened?"

kol breathed heavily, deeply, "stay back."

your body went slack, and you did as he said. "kol? what's going on?"

his eyes softened slightly at the distress in your voice, at the state of the situation between you. "you're sired to me, darling."

you were grateful for that nickname- that it was there at the end of such a cruel sentence. it was a comfort, an eye in a storm. it was his humanity shining through, no matter how hardened and devoid he thought he was.

you nodded, "i know. caroline just told me. but- it's okay. it doesn't affect my feelings. it doesn't matter. i lov-"

kol interrupted you fiercely, "no. it does matter. you never would've gone to dinner with me if you weren't sired. you never would've shown up to my house if you weren't sired. bloody hell- you would've killed me. you would've stuck a dagger in my chest if you weren't sired to me. your witch would've locked me in that cave for the rest of time. it matters, y/n."

you hated hearding your name. it was harsh and sad in this state. your chest ached with disagreement, but the sire bond forced you to side with him. you didn't want to- you tried to fight against it. but you didn't know if it was possible, or if you were even strong enough to fight it off.

"kol- no-!" you tried to interrupt.

"stop talking, darling," he looked defeated as he said it, knowing what it meant.

you watched tears spill out of his eyes, carving their way down his cheeks. it burned in your chest. you fought against the supernatural, trying to break from the bond just to hold him. to comfort him. to tell him you loved him.

kol licked his bottom lip, trying to regain composure. "darling- i have to- you are no longer bonded to me. you don't have to do anything i say. you will act on your own accord- you will feel on your own-"

as you fought against the bond, a 'no!' slipped from your lips.

kol hesitated, a spark of hoping lit like a match between you. he snuffed it out- "when i leave, do not come after me. i let you go- i'm letting you go."

you sobbed into the night air, chest aching in response to his words. couldn't he see? couldn't he see past the darkness? you cared! your feelings weren't affected!

you felt a physical and spiritual weight as you pushed against the bond. it shifted slightly- for a second, you stopped caring. for a second, you almost turned around and went inside. because he had released you. and he turned to leave.

but, you snapped out of the bond completely, choosing to keep fighting it off. for him.

“no!" you yelled, moving from your spot. you stumbled forward, but caught yourself on the balls of your feet. kol peered over his shoulder, but paid no mind. he simply thought you were released and we’re going to go inside any moment now.

he took a step down, onto the first ledge of the stairs.

"no, kol," you spoke, louder this time. "stay. please- stay. please don't leave!"

kol slowly turned back to face you. his face relaxed, shock displaying across his features.

"stay, kol," you sobbed, "i love you."

kol stepped back up onto the porch, his brows furrowing. "wha-what?"

"the sire bond doesn't affect my feelings. it didn't- the entire time. maybe i never would've come to you if it hadn't brought me to you- but i made the conscious decision to fall in love with you. i chose that! not you, not the universe just me."

"i can't-" he stuttered, "i can't believe you. it doesn't make any sense."

"but it does," you stepped closer to him, "how can it not? even more so now- you've released me from the sire bond and i'm standing here in front of you telling you i love you! that's my choice. it's my decision."

kol took a slow step forward. he reached his hands out, but dropped them back at his sides. "ho-how do you know?"

"kol," you laughed sardonically, "please believe me, kol. compel me, cast a spell! something. please! just please know that i am telling the truth. i love you."

kol almost did- he almost compelled you. but as you moved closer to each other, he saw something in your eyes. it's usual brightness, it's light, extraordinarily warm though you were dead.

he wanted to run away from the truth because he was afraid. he'd never let someone in before. he was frightened you would leave when things got bad.

and he even took a step backwards.

but, then he made the conscious decision to try- to love you.

he stepped forward and at that movement, you did, too.

you jumped into his embrace, gripping at the front of his shirt. he pressed his lips into yours fiercely, holding you flush against his chest. he kissed you so harshly, you bent backwards to support his weight. you exchanged a giggle, but pushed back to steady your bodies.

he pulled away, breathless, to say, "i love you, too. i love you so much, darling. i love you."

and he did.

he loved you.

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what kind of yandere each Mikaelson is

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synopsis: How each Mikaelson would behave if obsessed with someone.

warnings: yandere!Mikaelsons. vampire stuff. delusional. stalker. violence.

Klaus Mikaelson

• Delusional. Klaus would make his hybrids follow you everywhre, and he believe this is a normal thing to do. Klaus can't just let you without protection. Every move he makes, on his head, is totally acceptable. That's actually how anyone in love should behave.

• But he isn't delusional in a "they totally feel the same" way. It's more on a "I'm not the Bad Guy™" way. Klaus can't think that he's actually doing something wrong towards you, that would break him, so he tricked himself to not feel that way.

• Klaus isn't a good person, he can't even be perceived as a person anymore, but he cares. He really deeply care for you. And he would never hurt you. That's the reason why he does everything he does: he can't tolerare the thought of you ever getting hurt.

• If someone hurts you, its a bye bye world sittuation. Klaus sees you as someone pure in this sick world, someone that should be loved and whorshipped and respected. Klaus does not care if the person didn't mean to hurt you, that person will suffer. For a long time.

• Klaus is so charming. Deep down he knows what he's doing is wrong, but he won't behave this way in front of you. There is a really great chance you never find out what he does. But that you noticed how you're being watched at every single moment, oh, that you do.

Elijah Mikaelson

• That man is a true stalker. Klaus make people watch you all the time, Elijah is actually following you around. And he's competent. Elijah have clipboard with information about you, have your routine on a notebook, know you better than anyone. Elijah knows you in a way that not even you does.

• When Elijah invite you to dinner, he knows what you want to eat. When Elijah gives you jewerly, he knows what you prefer. When you're sad, suddenly Elijah appears at your door with food and a wish to rewatch Pride & Prejudice.

• Elijah knows that what he does is wrong, but he can't help himself. You're the best thing that ever happened to him, he can't just let fate decide what will happen to you both. He needs to have control over it.

• Elijah is protective, but in a prevented way. If he senses someone is trying to hurt you, Elijah will stop them before they even had the chance. All he wants is for you to live a good and peaceful life.

• He's constantly thinking about turning you. Elijah don't want you to be affraid of him, he couldn't live with that, so it needs to be perfect. Maybe if you discover when he's protecting you... And then, with time, Elijah can make you seen it as a blessing. Eternal life. Elijah wouldn't make you scared like he was when he was turned, he would make you feel loved. You would die on his arms, and woke up to your endless life on them too.

Rebekah Mikaelson

• Oh, she wasn't so nice. She wasn't nice at all. Rebekah was actually really mean, and even harmed you a few times. The thing was, Rebekah wasn't obsessed with you because she fell in love, she was obsessed with you because she wanted your life.

• Rebekah saw you and immediately knew you were everything she ever wanted to be. You're pretty, and nice, and funny. People like you. People love you. You have nice friends, a normal family, an easy life. Rebekah wanted even your problems. You were perfect, and she was envy.

• Rebekah would treat you like shit. She spend so much time sleeping on a grave, she didn't knew how to be a girl was on this century. She would make you help her getting ready. She would make you teach her how to behave. She would even make you follow her around, just so she appeared like someone anyone should talk to.

• Rebekah wanted to wear your skin. She wanted you hair, your voice, your eyes. She wanted to be you. Rebekah wanted to crawl inside your body and live there. Until Rebekah noticed she didn't actually wanted to be you, she wanted to have you.

• She would totally drink your blood. At the start, because she hates you, but after it would be to get closer to you. To hold you on her arms, so weak compared to herself, and taste you. So warm, so hers.

Kol Mikaelson

• Patience is a virtue, one that Kol does not have. He hates someone, he hates someone. He loves someone, he loves someone. Ride or die, baby. Kol simply don't have enough time or energy for that.

• You want him? Then you will have to deal with his pride, jealousy and possessiveness. Kol won't hide it from you, he needs someone that accept him whole. If you do, then he's yours and you're his. I mean, look at him, doesn't he smeel like a Bad Boy™?

• That don't mean he wants you to accept everything he does. Kol loves to fight. Mostly because he loves to make up. But be yourself, say he's an asshole when he gets mad because someone dare to look at you, but just don't drop his hand. If you both know this is toxic, it can't be so bad, right?

• Kol want to meet your family, to hold your hair when you throw up, to calm you down after a nightmare. He wants to make you dinner after a hard day (even if turns out horrible), to hear your thoughts on Lana Del Rey, to fight over what's the best Fast and Furious movie. He wants love, but he also wants it his way.

• You may have to deal with him covered in blood, but isn't this on the job description?

Finn Mikaelson

• Finn Mikaelson- Do you mean the definition of catholic guilt? That man is sad. He looks like a lost puppy, because he kinda of is. Finn didn't have a life. 900 years on a comb and some time being used by his mother.

• He would be ashamed to be near you. Finn see you as someone better than him, someone that don't deserve to be disrespected by his presence. It would take a lot of effort for him to be around you. Or just a coincidence: you also noticed him.

• All the obsession would be more on his mind than something he actually does all day. He would be constantly think about you, constantly in fear you find something more interesting, and trying to protect you from his siblings.

• Finn would be hearing your heart all the time. His worst fear is hurting you, but there is something on your heartbeat that always calm him down. Sometimes he hear your conversations, but after get so embarrassed that he can't even look at you in the eyes.

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{Kol Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson x Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: hiii omg im so ready for ur kinktober!! i wanted to request a poly mikaelson fic w overstim n maybe praise n daddy kink. maybe like theyre all hunting or something and come across r who is a princess away from the castle and is like she’ll do anything to stay alive or something n then maybe gets fucked by the mikaelsons 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ sort of like how lucien was found, but not? hahahaha

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To be theirs, was to be loved, and you knew that well enough. You'd been with them for centuries, and though at times, they'd be the death of you, they'd be your saviors just as often.

Tonight, you needed them, your body humming with a desire that you weren't sure you'd be able to satisfy on your own. So, you called out to all three of them, wondering who would arrive first, knowing full well, that they would all come running.

The first to arrive was Elijah, and you didn't bother to get up from the bed when he did. He smiled, taking in the sight of your naked, quivering form, and his clothes were off before you'd even managed to greet him. You let out a small gasp as his skin met yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body, his lips soon following.

Kol was the next, already undressed before he entered the room and you giggled a little at his eagerness. He didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth as Elijah kissed down your chest and stomach, his hands running along your thighs.

Klaus was the last to join, visibly annoyed that everyone got started without him. You looked over to him, batting your eyelashes innocently, and he softened, stripping his clothes and climbing into bed, his hand tangling in your hair as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You'd been with them long enough that you didn't have to say anything, and they each knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Their touches were gentle, and their mouths left goosebumps wherever they traveled.

Since Elijah was first to arrive, he was first to be inside of you, and he took his time, his cock pressing slowly into you until you were filled to the brim. Kol's mouth was on your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipple between them, while Klaus kissed along your neck and jaw.

"Such a good girl," Klaus cooed in your ear, positioning his cock near your lips.

You moaned softly, opening your mouth and letting him slide inside. It was hard not to smile around his length, his taste familiar and comforting. Elijah's pace had already quickened, his breath shaky, as his thrusts pushed you further onto Klaus.

"So gorgeous," Kol mumbled against your chest, "Our beautiful girl."

Your moans were muffled by Klaus's cock, and you could tell by the way his hand clenched around the base of your neck that he was enjoying it.

Kol reached down between you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, and you pulled away from Klaus and moaned, his cock twitching at the sudden absence of your mouth.

"Please," You whimpered, looking up at Elijah.

He shook his head and smiled, keeping a steady pace, not quite giving you the satisfaction that you sought. You let out a frustrated moan, and he chuckled.

"Try again," he whispered.

You pouted, your cheeks becoming warm, you knew the magic word that would have him doing anything you wanted.

"Please, daddy," you said breathlessly, and the effect was immediate, his hips stuttering, his eyes falling shut, and his grip tightening on your thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Kol murmured, "I think she broke him."

You giggled, looking up at Elijah and raising your eyebrows, knowing exactly what the effect that one word had on him. His eyes opened, and he looked down at you, smiling softly before his expression changed, his eyes darkening.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts rougher, and the pressure that was building inside of you grew, a tingling sensation running through you. Kol's thumb still teased your clit, and you could barely catch your breath between the moans that escaped you.

Klaus's cock was back in your mouth, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched Elijah's. The three of them had worked out a system, a perfect dance, and you couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed by the pleasure they brought you.

They could tell you were overwhelmed, your legs shaking and your eyes welling with tears, and they slowed down, their touches lighter, their voices soft.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Klaus asked, and you nodded.

"Too much," you mumbled.

"Nooo," they all said at once, and you laughed.

"You can do it, baby, I know you can." Kol insisted, and the others nodded in agreement.

Elijah's hips began to move again, this time at a slower pace, and his fingers tangled in your hair, gently guiding your mouth back to Klaus's cock.

"There we go, such a good girl." Klaus praised, and you whined, his words pushing you closer to the edge.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and teary, and he smiled softly. His hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears that spilled over.

"So fucking beautiful," He mumbled, "And all ours."

"Ours," Elijah and Kol agreed, and the way their voices seemed to surround you was intoxicating.

Elijah groaned, his pace faltering slightly before he buried himself inside of you, and you moaned, the sensation of his release bringing you closer to yours.

You loved watching them come undone, the way their expressions changed and the sounds that they made, the way their hands reached for you, pulling you closer. It was all so beautiful, and you wished you could freeze time, and live in this moment forever.

You watched as Elijah pulled away, sitting back on his heels, his eyes taking in the sight of you. You didn't have much time to admire him before Kol took his place, pulling you like a ragdoll into his lap. You gasped at the feeling of his length easing into you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and you moaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

"Our sweet little love," Kol hummed, and you couldn't stop the whimper that left you, "Such a good girl."

The feeling of him inside you, combined with his words, pushed you over the edge, and he grinned. Your body shaking in his arms as you cried out his name.

"So good, sweetheart," Kol groaned, his hand caressing your back, "Just one more, yeah? Can you do that for me, darling?"

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and he smiled, pulling you closer.

"Use your words, we can't have you passing out on us," Elijah said, and you giggled, they had accidentally done that to you in the past by pushing you too far, and they didn't want that happening again.

"I'll be okay, daddy," You said, looking over at him and giving him a smile, "I want more."

Kol laid back on the bed, his hands still holding your hips as he thrust upwards into you. You let out a groan, the knot in your stomach growing, and your moans became louder and more frequent.

"That's our girl," Kol cooed, his eyes watching the expressions of pleasure cross your face.

"So pretty," Klaus added, he stood on the bed beside you, his cock back in your mouth.

It was becoming too much, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. You looked up at Klaus, blinking back the tears and trying to convey what you wanted, and he smiled down at you.

"Let go, darling," He said, his thumb caressing your cheek, "We're right here."

The moment you were given permission, you felt yourself fall apart, the knot snapping, your legs shaking as Kol continued to fuck you, pushing you further into oblivion. Elijah's hand ran gently over your back, whispering soft praises, and the feeling of his lips on your skin was grounding.

Klaus's cock twitched in your mouth, and you looked up at him, smiling innocently as you watched him come undone. You swallowed down his release, enjoying the way his head fell back, his hands clenching in your hair.

"Fucking gorgeous," Klaus breathed, letting go of you and laying down on the bed, breathing heavily.

Kol was next, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, his thrusts sloppy, his grunts turning to moans.

"Fuckkkk," he groaned, his cum spilling inside of you.

Your body was limp, and if it weren't for Elijah, who was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, you'd have fallen forward onto Kol.

"We've got you, my love," Elijah whispered, kissing your neck, "Are you alright?"

"Mmhmm," you managed, your eyelids growing heavy.

Elijah lifted you off of Kol, pulling you on top of him, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, your body still trembling. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

Klaus and Kol moved in, one on either side, each of them placing a hand on your back, a reassuring weight.

"Did you get what you needed, darling?" Klaus asked, and you hummed a quiet affirmation.

Sleep soon came, and the four of you laid together, the silence broken only by the sound of soft snores. To be shared by the three of them was bliss, and there was nothing more satisfying than to be theirs, and for them to be yours.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus x autistic!reader - only one to calm you

Heya, can i request an Elijah Mikaelson or klaus mikaelson x Autistic reader maybe where like the mystic falls gang are all arguing and fighting and it's all just loud and overwhelming for the reader, thank youuu - Anon💜

Standing in the park, you stood a few feet from everybody as they argued about what they were going to do.

“Uh… guys..” you mumbled.

They ignored you, and you tapped your hands against your elbow, looking around uncomfortably.

You didn’t even want to be at the meeting, but you were dragged along anyways and you didn’t want to be there anymore.

Except Bonnie was your ride back home and she was in the middle of arguing with Damon, and you tried to get her attention.

“Bonnie..” you whispered.

“We’re busy!” Damon yelled at you.

You stumbled back a few steps, and you began to slowly move back and forth, rocking in the balls of your feet.

You were trying to keep yourself calm, trying to focus on just one thing which you were finding next to impossible.

You couldn’t listen to them argue anymore, so you spun around and walked away, hoping you could just find your way back home or at least out of the park.

You couldn’t find your way towards exit of the park, and you sat down on a bench, burying your head in your hands, clutching at your hair.

A few seconds later you felt someone place their hands on yours.

“Don’t do that love, you’ll hurt yourself..”

Klaus carefully moved your hands, and he knelt down in front of you.

He held your hands in one of his, and with the other he gently placed it on the side of your face, and you looked at him.

Your eyes met his for a few seconds before you looked away.

“Would you like to go home?”

You nodded.

Klaus turned around, and you climbed on his back, resting your chin on his head, hand tapping against his chest as he walked.

He didn’t say anything, but he took you back to his car and knelt down so you could climb from his back and you get in the car.

Klaus stood by the door, looking at you.

“We’ll wait here.”

“No.. no I want to go…”

“Alright, if that’s what you want love, here.”

Klaus leant in and reached past you, handing you some headphones.

You put them on and he closed the door, getting into the drivers side.

The entire ride back he held your hand, and he took you into your apartment and sat you down again, sitting in front of you.

You held his hands, fingers tapping the back of his knuckles.

“What happened love?”

“I.. I don’t like shouting…”

“I know you don’t, who was shouting?”

“Everybody…”

Klaus nodded his head and he leant forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead he pulled back.

“Right, well you sit here, you just focus on calming down, I’ll deal with everything else.”

Klaus stood up and you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t go..”

Klaus sat down next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, running his fingers up and down your arm, and you messed with the hem of his shirt.

Klaus looked at you, and he kicked his feet up on the table, wrapping both arms around you.

He could feel you relax, and you seemed a lot calmer than you were outside.

That was just the affect he had on you, something about him and only him calmed you, maybe it was his voice, or the way he held you, but he was always able to calm you down.

When you got up, he watched as you walked across the room to a beanbag.

You sat down, picking up a few things and you set them back down again.

“I don’t see why you keep meeting up with them all, clearly they couldn’t care less about you or your needs.”

“I don’t know…”

He smiled, walking over he sat next to the beanbag, resting his head in your lap and he stared up at you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he grinned a little up at you.

“See, this is all you need.”

“I guess so.”

Klaus grinned, and he threw your phone across the room as it began to ring.

He didn’t care about any of them, and if it weren’t for the fact it would make you sad he’d probably have beaten them all months ago for treating you the way they did

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Damon Salvatore- Sleepy, baby

Prompt #23 "Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream okay? None of it was real."

Things could have been worse, they could have been better. But things around Mystic Falls have always got you on your toes.

Y/n and I was no exception to that idea. The original had come and gone leaving a trail of bad accidents behind them.

Horrible things happened in the night that not every single Mystic Falls person knew about.

What worried me the most was that Y/n never honestly talked about the things she and we had been through. Y/n had at one point been kidnapped, captured, and tortured for the fun of it by Kol Mikaelson.

It had all come down to head. Kol wanted information that he thought Y/n had but she didn't, so he tortured her just for the fun of it.

When Stefan and I found her, she was bloody, battered, and broken. Limp sitting on a chair chained up to it. Her hair stuck to her sweaty body, her face plump with bruises and swelling.

For a few nights after the horrible events that Y/n went through she didn't sleep. To frightened by every single image that ran through her head when she closed her eyes.

When she finally did go to sleep, she hung to me like a baby with it's mother. Twitching in her sleep, and constatly trying to get closer to me.

She turned in her sleep one night, and slapped me in the face. Square in the nose, the pain was sharp and only lasted for a few seconds.

Instead of trying out to reach for me, she was trying get away from me. Scrathing and screaming to get away from me.

"Y/n, baby?" I said softly, trying to reach out to her. She was qucikly getting away from me, but wrapped in bed sheets it was harder for her to escape. Flinging hand and arms coming from all different directions.

I tired again reaching out to grab an arm or hand something to sooth her racing mind and horrible nightmare. She was hot nearly sweating as she slipped away from my grasps.

“Baby? Y/n please. It’s me, it’s Damon.” I said trying to aid in some sort of way. “I’m right here,” I said softly. She murmured in her sleep, voice cracking with every scream.

“Come here, just let me hold you.” I said grabbing her finally and wrapping both my arms around her before humming softly in her ear. Her squirming came to a slow stop as I felt her heart race again my chest.

With each passing minute that she rested on my chest the slow her breathing got and her heart beat got until finally she was complete calm within my hold.

"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream okay? None of it was real." I said softly into her ear. “Just a bad nightmare.” I repeated as I combed my fingers through her hair.

She never once woke up fully. Staying within her closed off dreams. Never said a single word to me that night nor did she say anything in the morning when we woke up.

“It was just a nightmare, love.” I repeated almost every night for five months. Month by month they her dreams and nightmares let go of her sooner and sooner within the night. At one point the dreams just stopped and so did the nightmares.

[thewulf]

Hi there ! Do you also write for Damon Salvatore?

You know. I totally will! I haven’t watched TVD in a while but it gives me the excuse to refresh and rewatch 🫶 send it my way!!

[marie-swriting]

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Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

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[viennafantasies]

hi could you do Jeremy Gilbert dating hcs?

heyy, sure, I can!! I'll make it different than damon's. I hope you have a good day <3. This might be a bit short bc it's a skl day :)

Jeremy is definitely a pda guy he wants everyone that your his and his only. He wants everyone to know that he claims you.

Even though Jeremy knows everything about you, he'll always ask and listen to things that have been going in your life any personal details of you day. He loves that you'll always go to him when something happens, he wants to hear all the drama.

I think Jeremy is the kind of guy to check if your star signs are compatible or he does some random love tests online because he needs to know if you guys are destined to be. He'll get annoyed when one of the tests say no. (he already knows that you are meant to be together)

Jeremy is an overthinker, he wants to know if your okay at all times and if you're safe. He sometimes gets nightmares that you break up with him or that something bad happens to you so he always has to check up.

Jeremy believes soulmates exist and that you guys are meant to be. His contact name for you is: my soulmate [heart]. He always makes remarks to it.

Jeremy was the one to say I love you first, but instantly afterwards says sorry and that you should forget about it. Don’t get me wrong he absolutely adores you and wants you to know he loves you but he isn’t too good with feelings.

Jeremy loves being cuddled up next to you his head on your chest, if he’s upset or doesn’t want to talk he just lays his head on your chest.

Jeremy loves music just like you, so when you got into your first argument with each other and you didn’t want to talk. You sat next to him on his porch and he offered you one of his earphones; that was when you realised that you both got the same music taste.

a/n: this one is really bad so I apologise immensely. sorry I haven’t been writing that much. I’ve just had so much going on but here you go. thank you for getting this far