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When Stef Met 'Lena
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âNow this looks perfect.â Caroline clapped her hands together, she felt proud of what Elena, and she had accomplished.
âCaroline, you do realize that youâre saying this for the fifth time, right?â asked Elena.
âI know, I know, Iâm sorry. But this timeâs for sure. This is exactly what we want. Would you mind going through the checklist for the fourth time?â said Caroline with a pretty please face that she knew Elena couldnât resist.
Both of the most hard-working and dedicated employees of The Salvatore Industries worked day and night to bring this event into place. They loved the scene in front of them. A big hall specially booked for the âSalvatore Industries Annual Corporate Eventâ.
The hall was decorated with every shade of white flowers, with round tables arranged flawlessly in front of the main stage. It was the first time that Elena had a chance to organize this big of an event and it was crucial for her job. Caroline and she made a good team together, Caroline kept everything in check and Elena helped with new innovative ideas. The event was about to start in a couple of hours, and they were equally nervous as well as excited about it.
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The moment of truth finally came, their esteemed guests started arriving and the duo greeted them with their sheer hospitality. For the important evening, Elena decided to wear a black dress that stopped right before her knees, it was a lacey bodycon dress, and her hair was tied in a fishtail braid, to compliment her outfit she wore a pair of black heels. Caroline on the other hand wore a golden slit bodycon dress with her hair side parted and a pair of black footwear to complete her outfit.
The nervousness was taken over by the emotion of excitement as they could the event falling into place, they both felt delighted at the sight in front of them. The Salvatore brothers finally made an appearance, both of them were dressed in a tuxedo. Sure, both of them looked equally handsome but Elena couldnât take her eyes off the green-eyed Salvatore.
Stefan looked classy, elegant, sleek, and attractive in a way. Perhaps it was wrong on Elenaâs part to think of her boss in that way, but the man was so fine that it was close to impossible to not have a good stare. While Elena was lost in her thoughts, she forgot that her Boss was approaching her, she abruptly turned her back towards him pretending to be busy, and she heard the man say,
âI am not used to scaring people away.â
Elena let out a sigh realizing that her act had been caught, she closed her eyes for a second and then turned towards Stefan. âPeople are uncomfortable around Salvatores in tuxes,â she replied with a subtle smile.
âGood evening, Mr. Salvatore,â she greeted her boss.
âGood evening, âLena,â Stefan smiled at her.
All the guests arrived on time and were seated in their allotted seats, Damon and Stefan greeted the crowd which was followed by an award distribution ceremony conducted to appreciate the hard-working employees of The Salvatore Industries. After the award distribution, the stage was taken up by the band specially invited to grace the event.
The energy in the room was aesthetically pleasing. The dim lights with some live music in the background set the mood just right. All the employees and clients interacted with each other while enjoying their drinks and other delicacies served to them.
Elena had to use the restroom, so she proceeded toward the ladiesâ room but was stopped by the familiar noises from the alley.
âWhy donât you understand Stefan? This is important for our company. And I donât care if you are with me on this one or not. With or without you, Iâm signing this deal anyway.â
âYou know you cannot do that Damon. We equally own the company shares and you canât do anything without my consent. And we cannot turn our back on one of the oldest and the most important clients just because they are having a hard time. If you take up that deal, it might jeopardize our existing relationship.â
âWell, sometimes Stefan itâs better to let go,â yelled Damon and walked back to the party. Meanwhile, Stefan just stood there in anguish. The relationship between the brothers has never been smooth but Stefan had hoped that one day it would change, but each time he has met nothing but disappointment.
Elena realized that she was eavesdropping, and she had the urge to go and comfort Stefan but then she decided against it and joined back the party.
She saw Caroline wave at her as she waited for her with two glasses of champagne. Elena waved back at her and faked a smile. She took one of the glasses from Caroline and took a sip from it. âIsnât it a wonderful evening? Cheers to us for making this happen,â grinned Caroline.
âYes, it sure is Caroline,â Elena smiled subtly.
Elena was still lost in her thoughts; she knew how important that client was to Stefan. They were Stefanâs first-ever clients, and she knew how loyal Stefan was toward each of his clients he couldnât stand the thought of signing a deal behind their backs. Damon was certainly wrong in this situation, but she knew it wasnât her place to say anything, after all, she was just a receptionist.
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Elena took out her phone to check the time and her phone screen suggested 11:03 pm. Caroline and Elena had wrapped up the event and fortunately, everything went as planned. But Stefan didnât make an appearance after greeting the crown earlier that evening. Elena wondered where he was and was genuinely worried about him.
âI guess itâs time to go,â said Caroline but didnât hear a response from Elena, âElena?â she repeated.
âYes, Caroline. Iâm listening.â
âWell then letâs get going, itâs pretty late.â
âYou know what Caroline, I think I should do some last-minute checks, you can go. Iâll take a cab home,â Elena suggested.
âAre you sure?â asked Caroline.
âYes Caroline, I am sure. Goodnight, and have a good weekend,â reassured Elena.
âGoodnight Elena.â
Elena decided to take a look around the hall hoping to find Stefan somewhere. She looked everywhere but the bar and thought, ' Maybe he left for homeâ. Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of glass clanking against the floor. She realized that the noise came from the bar and decided to check it out.
To her surprise she found Stefan sitting on the floorâŚdrunk. The surprise was not to find her boss there but to find him in such a miserable condition. Instinctively she decided to help him.
âMr. Salvatore? Is everything all right? Let me call a cab for you.â
As Elena stood up to call a cab, she felt her hand being held by Stefan, he grabbed her hand and asked her, âPlease sit with me Elena, will you?â
Elena knew that it was not the right thing to do, she could not repeat the same mistake as earlier. She did not want to live with the same regret yet again. But at the same time, she couldnât deny him, not when he was drunk, miserable, and vulnerable. Elena decided to give her boss some company because it was her job to look after him. She sat beside him resting her back against the wall and placed her hand on Stefanâs shoulder to assure him that he wasnât alone. Stefan gently held her hand and squeezed it once as a gesture to say, âThank youâ.
They both sat in silence, but this silence was not awkward at all. This silence was intimate and understanding. Elena was fighting with her feelings and finding the difference between professional courtesy and genuine care for someone. That someone was Stefan. She sure cared about him, she was Elena, and she cared about everyone, but she knew the way she cared about Stefan wasâŚdifferent.
âCome on Mr. Salvatore, letâs get you home. Itâs almost midnight,â demanded Elena. She hated to demand her boss like that, but someone had to take charge as Stefan was acting like a stubborn little boy.
Elena helped Stefan to stand up on his feet, but it was difficult for him to maintain his balance, so Elena wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and held him by his waist to make sure he didnât trip. It wasnât easy for her to carry him to the cab as he was taller and stronger than her, but somehow, she managed.
At first, she thought of leaving Stefan alone in the cab but something inside of her told her that it wasnât right. She had to make sure that Stefan reached home safely so she accompanied him to his home.
They reached Stefanâs place. Stefan lived in a luxury apartment that gave a perfect view of the serene city lights from the living room. Everything was neat. Elena could see that Stefan was an organized person. But this wasnât the time to appreciate the interiors of Stefanâs apartment, she had more important things to take care of.
Stefan directed Elena toward his bedroom, and she helped him walk to his bedroom. Gently Elena helped Stefan sit on his bed, âIâll get some water for you, Mr. Salvatore.â Stefan simply nodded while rubbing his temples firmly.
When Elena came back with a glass of water in her hands, she just stood there at the doorframe to admire the sight in front of her, Stefan lay down on his bed and was almost asleep. He looked so innocent and calm. All Elena wanted to do was admire him with awe. She slowly walked inside the room and placed the glass of water on his nightstand.
ââLena?â she heard Stefan call her.
âYes, Mr. Salvatore.â She leaned in closer to him and sat on the edge of his bed to hear him.
Stefanâs hand searched for Elenaâs hand, as he felt her hands in his he held onto them tightly and looked deep into Elenaâs eyes, âI wanted to say something to you for a while now âLena, I think I love you.â
Elenaâs mind went blank at those words, a part of her wished to disappear but a part of her wanted to cherish the moment. Who would not want to hear these words from such a fine man? So lovable and respectful. But Elena had to make decisions rationally. She had a job, and she could not risk losing it. âMaybe itâs just the drunk him speakingâ thought Elena to herself.
âI think you should get some sleep, Mr. Salvatore,â saying that Elena left his apartment and decided to have a talk with Stefan on Monday morning.
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Elena reached her office earlier than usual on Monday morning, she was still in fix about last Friday night and hoped that Stefan only said those things because he was drunk. Elena was in a file room arranging some important files, she heard the door open and turned her attention in the direction of the door and found Stefan walking towards her.
âUmâŚmorning Elena.â
âGood morning, Mr. Salvatore.â Elena turned her attention back to her work.
âCan weâŚtalk?â asked Stefan.
âYes, sure. What is it, Mr. Salvatore?â
âAbout how I confessed something to you, and you just left without acknowledging my feelings.â
Elena felt a lump forming in her throat. She thought that he wasnât fully conscious when he said those words to her. But on the contrary, Stefan remembered everything. It scared her a little, she didnât know how to react to this, she was blank, again.
âElena? Iâm talking to you?â
Elena tried to gather her thoughts and rip off the band-aid all at once.
âYes, Iâm listening, but thereâs nothing to talk about Mr. Salvatore. You were drunk and I helped you. Thatâs it.â she replied.
âAnd thank you for taking care of me when I was not at my best. I am grateful for that âLena. But I meant what I said and look I donât expect an answer, but I want you to know that I was completely serious about what I said.â
Elena was at a loss for words, she didnât know what to say, âIâŚdonât know how to react to that Mr. Salvatore. Our relationship is professional, and I do not wish to go against professional conduct and be involved with someone from work. I am sorry but I donât have the same feelings for you as you do Mr. Salvatore.â
Stefan was not convinced by Elenaâs words, he asked, âNo thatâs not it. I know you have felt it too Elena. There is some other reasonâŚâ
âI donâtâŚâ Elena cut him off and Stefan raised his eyebrow in question.
âI donât want people to think that I got this job because the boss fell for me, I know I earned this job, this position I hold right now. And I sure donât want to lose this job, Mr. Salvatore. I am desperate and I canât let anything come in the way of that. So, it will be my humble request to keep our relationship professional.â
Stefanâs face had a hint of disappointment and hurt. He expected a lot of different reactions on Elenaâs part, but this was beyond expectation. He did not want to believe the words he heard, he still wanted to believe in his feelings, but it was also true that he did not have any option.
âOkay, okay. I can completely understand how you feel and why you feel that way. So, I guess, have a nice day ahead Ms. Gilbert.â
âYou too Mr. Salvatore.â
With that, Stefan left the room and Elena just stood there in her spot, she was not the kind of person to hurt someone intentionally, she was compassionate and empathetic. But she knew this was the right thing to do, she knew it was an important decision.
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i also have the fantasy of fucking elijah in red door mode yooo đł ... but if you ever feel inspired and want to write smut abt it , Im interested in reading it ofc,, and there is also just so few red door elijah shit out there đ
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(Iâd let him punch me holy this gif is hot)
Your boyfriend is going through a rough time. You help him feel better ;)
Thank you for the request anon! I always feel like writing dark!Elijah smut so this was so fun! Itâs also the freakiest thing Iâve written lol. I hope you enjoy - Dex
Warnings: Blood play, Spitting, Choking, Slapping, Oral F!receiving, Dom!Elijah, Sub!reader, Elijahâs pretty mean, overstimulation, blood drinking, degradation, use of slut, whore etc
Seperate warning for this one. This has CNC! (Aka Reader consents for Elijah not to stop when she asks him too)
Your white dress billows behind you as you sprint down the hallway and towards the red door. Your bare feet burn at each step on ragged tile. You glance back to see Elijah turn the corner. His stone cold face and bare chest are covered in blood, all emotion void from his expression. Desperation fuels your speed, your legs burning and your lungs screaming as adrenaline courses through you. Elijah follows at a steady pace, his deliberate steps echoing, his breathing animalistic. He could catch you in an instant, but he prefers the thrill of the chase. He wants to savor your fear, your pain.
His footsteps are unnervingly close as you near the door. Just a little fartherâŚ
You slam into the red wood, pain shooting through your arm as you grasp the brass doorknob. Itâs locked. You pound on the door, scream, and glance back in terror as Elijah approaches.
âElijah, please!â you plead, but he keeps coming. This isnât your Elijah, the kind and noble man you loved. This is a monster.
You turn back to the door, pounding and screaming for help, but itâs too late. Elijahâs hand clamps onto your upper arm, yanking you toward him. You struggle, but his grip is unbreakable. His eyes darken, veins pulsing as he opens his mouth, revealing sharp fangs glinting in the darkness.
Elijah jolts upright in bed, his body drenched in sweat and trembling. Nightmares of hurting you plague him every night since the incident with his mother. The red door haunts his mind, and he can no longer ignore it.
Breathing deeply, Elijah clutches his hair and turns to watch you sleep. Usually, this sight calms him, reminding him that he isnât the blood-covered man in his dreams. That red door Elijah is just a fragment of himself, a dark fraction everyone has.
But tonight is different. The dreams are more vivid, leaving him feeling feral and dangerous. Every small sound or touch threatens to make him lose control. He needs blood.
Elijah carefully slips out of bed, pulling on grey sweatpants. He moves silently through the dark compound, descending the staircase to the large kitchen. He rounds the island, opens the blood fridge, and light floods the dark space. He grabs three blood bags and rips into one.
As the blood overtakes his senses, veins web below his eyes. He grips the marble countertop harder, ripping open the second bag, anger rising. The taste of blood makes red door Elijah creep to the surface.
âLijah?â you call from the doorway, wrapped in a silk nightgown. Elijahâs head snaps up, his red eyes meeting yours as the marble edge crumbles in his hand. You rush to him, but before you can reach him, he grabs you by the neck, pinning you against the wall.
Despite his aggressive state, youâre not scared. Youâve been worried for him since he returned, his personality flipping randomly between normal and red door Elijah. The worst was on Bourbon Street, when he tried to rip out a man's heart for bumping into you. Red door Elijah is possessive, never letting you out of his sight, fearing that if you walk away, heâll start chasing you like in his dreams.
Elijah's grip on your neck is firm but not painful, and you see the conflict in his eyes.
âHey, itâs okay, my love,â you say softly, cupping his cheeks and tracing the veins with your fingertips until they fade.
Elijahâs eyes return to their regular onyx shade, guilt washing over him as he releases your neck and drops the empty blood bag.
âShh, youâre alright, Iâm alright,â you comfort him, wrapping your arms around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.
âI- I donât know what to do, I crave you,â Elijah growls into your skin, his fangs gently scratching along your pulse point. Your eyes shut at the contact, but an idea pops into your head. A crazy, probably stupid idea... but an idea nonetheless.
âPerhaps you need to release all the pent up anger.â You suggest carefully. Elijah pulls away from your neck and stares at you in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â He places his hands on the wall either side of your head, keeping you trapped against him. You can tell by the look in his eye that he definitely knows what you mean.
âI mean,â You rest your hand flat on Elijahâs bare chest, sliding it down to cup him over his sweatpants. âLet go, take it all out on me.â You gaze up at him innocently, something you know drives him nuts. Elijah swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing with the movement.
âNo y/n. I wouldnât be myself, I could hurt you.â Elijah shakes his head, already feeling his alternate personality taking control as his cock thickens under your touch.
âThatâs the thing, you wonât hurt me. And as soon as you prove that to yourself, you can start to move past this.â You explain, slipping your hand under his waistband and taking hold of his erection, his length warm in you grasp.
You completely believe what youâre telling him. You know that he would never hurt you if not for pleasure, but that doesnât stop you feeling like this may be a mistake. After all, Elijah is pretty dominant in bed already. If normal Elijah can edge you for hours or make you cum so much youâre begging for him to stop. Who knows what red door Elijah will do.
âDo you kn-â Elijah interrupts himself with a deep groan as you push his pants to his feet and bring your unoccupied hand down to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers. You canât tear your gaze from his swollen cock and the bead of arousal gathering at the tip as wetness builds between your legs. You could mentally pat yourself on the back right now for not dropping to your knees and licking it up.
He suddenly grips your wrist, rough enough to leave a mark, making you gasp in surprise and release your hold on him. When you look up, you see that his eyes have returned to that crimson shade with veins underneath them. He grabs your neck with his free hand and leans down till your faces are inches apart.
âDo you know what you are asking for?â He breaths against your lips, tightening his hold when you nod. âWords.â He commands sternly.
âYes, Elijah.â You squeak. He smirks at you, the veins flowing under his eyes.
âAnd you are aware that if you say stop, I wonât.â Elijah growls. You can tell heâs holding back, needing your consent before doing anything more.
âI know. I want youâŚâ You murmur, bravely grabbing at his crotch again before whispering in his ear, âto ruin me.â
You can visibly see when red door Elijah fully takes over, any apprehension within him vanishes as he suddenly rips your night gown off your body and steps out of his pants, leaving you both naked.
âI didnât mean here!â You whisper, looking around anxiously. The kitchen is one of the main rooms of the compound. If anyone were to wake up itâs highly likely theyâd come to this room.
You squeak as Elijah lifts you onto the centre island and pushes you to lay flat on it. The cold marble countertop against your back sends chills down your spine as Elijah stands between your legs. His eyes are clouded,
âWhat if someone walks in?â You ask as Elijah bends your knees so that your feet are on the counter and your core is exposed. Elijah doesnât respond, instead grabbing the last blood bag and holding it over you with a smirk.
You donât have time to even question what the hell heâs planning before he rips the plastic in half with his hands, drenching you in blood. God this man is lucky you love him because no other human would still be turned on while covered in blood. Elijah leans down so you are face to face, his chest is getting covered in blood now as well.
âIf anyone walks in here,â Elijah dips a finger between your breasts, âIâll snap their neck.â He growls, sucking on his now bloody finger, moaning at the taste.
Red door Elijah doesnât seem to be the slow and steady type. His movements are rough and almost crazed as he grips your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders. Now eye level with your blood covered cunt, Elijah doesnât hesitate to practically devour you. The filthy sound of his mouth slurping up the mix of blood and arousal between your folds echoes throughout the kitchen. You release a choked moan as he sucks harshly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Normal Elijah usually starts soft and gradually builds your pleasure to its peak. So this unfamiliar pace fills you with an uncomfortable sensitivity, causing you to grip his hair in both your hands and try to push his head away. Elijah releases a disapproving grunt at your actions. He moves his grip from your thighs to your wrists and pins them straight down at your sides. Your hands clench helplessly at the sleek countertop in an attempt to find something to grip as you squirm with oversensitivity.
When your wrists are tugged on slightly, you lift your head for the first time to watch the man between your legs. Elijahâs face is coloured crimson and veins are moving beneath his skin. A whimper passes your lips when his tongue thrusts inside you and his red eyes meet yours. His gaze is intense and demanding, practically shouting âbehaveâ. You throw your head back against the marble with a loud moan as Elijah starts fucking you with his tongue. The feeling of the pointed muscle curling against your sweet spot has you arching your back. Sharp stabs of overstimulation are turning into waves of pleasure, causing you to clench your thighs around his head.
âE-Elijah Iâm so close.â You wail, all your pleasure knotting together, building up in your lower stomach. Elijah hums in approval, his tongue working faster. and his nose nudging against your clit. Your moans increase in pitch as youâre brought closer to the edge, your hips jerking and your legs starting to shake. It doesnât take more then a few thrusts of Elijahâs tongue against the spongy spot inside you before youâre coming, wailing in pleasure and practically grinding on your boyfriends face as you get lost in the euphoric feeling. Your legs are almost vibrating with the intensity of their shaking and your walls are pulsating around Elijahâs tongue as you come down from your orgasm.
Elijah pulls away quite suddenly, releasing his bruising grip on your wrists and dropping your legs from his shoulders. âStand up.â He orders, taking a step backwards. You would have given him a âare your serious right now?â type of look, if you werenât too out of it. Instead you stay lying across the counter, trembling as you come down from your high. After a moment of silence you manage to speak out, âElijah, Canât.â.
âI said,â he grabs you under your arms and hauls you upwards so you are standing on shaking legs, all your weight being supported by him, âstand up.â He seethes, releasing his grip.
Your knees instantly buckle underneath you and you fall into Elijahâs chest. You would have hit the ground if not for him wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you against his chest and smirking at your feeble state.
âMy naughty girl,â Elijah tugs your hair so that your head swings back, your eyes meeting his, âcanât even follow a simple task, hm?â He taunts.
His face has returned to normal, and he seems to have wiped the blood from around his mouth at some point. Elijahâs eyes are clouded with more than lust and you can see the red door version of him staring back at you. He usually talks much more during sex, and you canât deny that you miss the comforting praise.
That thought is literally smacked away as Elijahâs palm meets your cheek in a light slap. You probably look like an idiot for a split second as you process what he just did.. and how much you liked it. You release a drawn out moan as he repeats the action before grabbing your jaw, holding your head up to his and smirking.
âDo you like that?â Elijah chuckles as you flush in embarrassment.
âIf you wish to act like a slut, then I will treat you as such. Open.â He growls, pulling at your jaw as you open your mouth. Red Door Elijah is seemingly full of surprises, as he lines up his mouth with yours and spits. The feeling of someone elseâs spit in your mouth would likely make you throw up. But this was Elijah, your boyfriend and the love of your life so of course it feels good. A rush of arousal wets your spent cunt as you gurgle slightly.
Elijah clamps your mouth shut, grinning like a maniac as he instructs you âSwallow,â The slide of his spit down your throat makes you moan, absolutely loving the filthiness of his actions, âGood girl.â He praises you for the first time, giving your jaw a light squeeze before releasing it.
The praise is gone as quickly as it came when Elijah spins you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the coldness against your sensitive nipples. He holds your hip with one hand, the other guiding his erect cock through your shiny folds. The pleasure of Elijah nudging your clit with every upstroke distracts you from the feeling on blood slowly drying on your skin.
Your mouth drops in surprise, screaming out as Elijah suddenly enters you in one bruising thrust and with no warning. The stretch is painful, but youâre wet enough that he slides in easily. Your hand shoots behind you on reflex, pushing hard against his torso. Elijah only chuckles at your pathetic attempt of pushing him away, grabbing your wrist and holding it behind your back.
âToo much Elijah, please just wait!â You plead when you feel him starting to move inside you, blood smearing the whit marble underneath you.
âShh, take it.â Elijah shushes, not waiting for you to adjust before slamming into you again, his tip pressing against your cervix and causing you to sob out a moan. With every battering thrust of his hips, the loud clap of skin meeting skin fills the room.
It doesnât take more than a minute before the pain dulls into a numbing ache and the pleasure overwhelms you. Youâre moaning like a whore, taking every inch of his thick cock inside you, your walls fluttering around him. The way his shaft glides across your g spot makes you jerk with pleasure.
âThatâs it, such a sweet little slut falling apart on my cock.â He coos, releasing your hand and pulling you up till your back meets his chest. He wraps his arm around your neck so your chin rests on his bicep and keeps working his hips back and forth, fucking into you in long, brutal strokes. The base of his cock throbs every time he bottoms out, and his balls slap against your slit with wet, filthy noises. His animalistic grunts mix with your cries of pleasure.
âStill too much for you?â He teases, laughing when his only response is a gurgle of incoherent words that you didnât even notice came from your mouth. âYeah?â He murmurs, pounding into you at an inhuman speed.
Elijah rests his other hand on your blood stained lower stomach, sending a jolt of warmth through you.
âWho do you belong to?â Elijah whispers, his breath tickling your ear. âWho owns this cunt, y/n?â He runs the tips of his fingers over your clit.
âY-you Elijah!â You sob, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure this man is giving you.
âThatâs my girl.â Elijah praises before bringing his hand down hard on your clit. Surprisingly it wasnât painful at all. You heard the smack before you felt it and suddenly you were gushing around his cock, the mix of his cock rubbing at your walls and the sharp pleasure to your clit plummeting you into an unexpected orgasm. Your eyes go blurry from tears as you squirt all over the counter and floor. Euphoria runs through you in a single wave as your walls uncontrollably pulsate around Elijah.
âLook at you, cumming on my cock like a good little girl. Making such a mess.â Elijahâs groans, pulling out of you suddenly. You whine at the loss, feeling your slick cunt clench at the air. Elijah turns you to face him before bending down and hooking his arms under your legs. You squeal as he lifts you up, essentially folding you in half as your knees touch your shoulders. Elijahâs hands cup your arse, and you wrap your own around his neck. He shows no strain as he holds you in mid air, turning you both so he can lean slightly against the counter.
You throw your head back and clench your eyes shut as Elijah pushes inside you again, the sensitivity of having just cum causing you to claw harshly at his back.
âElijah, stop!â You call out, the overstimulation feeling like too much. He doesnât listen, not that you were expecting him too.
Youâre absolutely helpless as he starts moving you up and down his length, using you like some type of fuck doll. You fidget and squirm relentlessly in an attempt to make him stop.
âLook at me!â Elijah barks. You use the little strength you have to lift your head, meeting his intense and feral gaze. âYou are going to shut up, take my cock and youâre going to fucking enjoy it. Do you understand?â He sneers, slowing down so you can catch your breath and come up with a coherent sentence. Youâve never heard Elijah speak so vulgar before and it strangely turns you on.
You know that if you put up enough of a fight, your Elijah would come back and stop immediately. Heâd probably beat himself up with guilt while he holds you and apologises way too many times. But you donât want Elijah to feel bad, you asked him to do this in the first place.
âI understand, wanna take it.â You rush out before crashing your lips onto his, you can feel his grin as you try to shove your tongue into his mouth. He parts his lips for you and you whimper when he sucks heavily on your tongue.
Elijah thrusts his hips up erratically, his thrusts reaching vampire speed as his climax steadily approaches. You break the kiss to bury your face in his neck when you feel your own rising in your gut.
Elijah lifts one hand to grip your hair and pull your head back to present your neck. Searing pain rushes through you as his fangs pierce your skin, mixing with the pleasure of his thrusts. Your vision goes black as your third orgasm of the night crushes you. The feeling of Elijahâs cum filling your tight cunt only prolongs your pleasure. You feel Elijah retreat from your neck as his moans fill the air, mixing with what you realise is your own screams.
Elijah slips out of you when his cock stops spurting, feeling the aggressive, lust filled haze of red door Elijah dissolving with every passing moment. He sits you on the counter momentarily to unhook his arms from underneath your legs. Then he lifts your trembling form back into his embrace, one hand holding your bum for support and the other cradling your head into his neck. Your grip around him loosens as you continue riding the waves of pleasure, shaking like a leaf in his hold.
Elijah chuckles endearingly as you moan into his neck. âStill coming baby?â He grins, kissing the top of your head. You manage a small whimper of agreement as you feel him start to walk somewhere.
Thank god for vampire speed, because Elijah has you in a warm shower within the minute. You rest against him, half asleep, as he washes the dried blood off your skin. After you are both clean and dry, you settle under the covers of your bed, cuddled up to the love of your life.
âPlease tell me you donât regret it.â Elijah mumbles into your hair. You release a tired laugh, your face pressed against his chest.
âNo my love, I donât regret it at all. Did it help?â You yawn, cuddling further into his comforting embrace.
âDefinitely.â Elijah sighed, his mind feeling a lot calmer and his body tired. You tilt your head up, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.
âLove you lijah.â You smile into the kiss as you speak. Elijah copies your grin as he responds, âLove you so much baby.â. He gives you one last peck before leaning back into the pillow and closing his eyes, waiting till he hears your cute snores before drifting into a dreamless sleep.
The couple are passed out cold by morning, still recovering from their late night. Klaus however, is very much awake as he stumbles into the living room, where Freya and Kol are engaged in an intense game of chess.
âDo not go into the kitchen!â Klaus gags, collapsing onto the couch in a dramatic heap. âAnd remind me to kill both Elijah and Y/N.â.
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PLEASE do something super fluffy with kol mikealson
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"you're red." "shut up." "like actually vermillion." (kol mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings: kissing?? also hatred towards bed and breakfasts
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You hate Kol Mikaelson.Â
Heâs cocky, impulsive, and constantly getting you into danger that you would never find for yourself. He also relentlessly flirts with you until youâre warm and deeply frustrated.  Heâs complicated enough that you wish he wasnât a part of your life so it could resume a sense of normalcy.Â
Getting caught up in Mikaelson drama was never your plan. You just happened to make the mistake of working as a bartender at Russoâsâwhere they frequented. Klaus took a liking to you, and the rest is history. Being a human thatâs friends with vampires is like poking a bear; not recommended nor convenient.Â
This recent conflict was forgettable but proved to be a disruption to your life. One of them annoyed someone, and that someone wanted revenge, and now apparently you were in danger, and so on and so forth. You have repeatedly debated sending an invoice to the Mikaelson compound for restitution. You donât think Klaus would find it very funny.Â
You almost forgot about your life being in danger until you were forced to go on the run with the youngest brother, Kol. Kol, who insisted on driving you nuts. You kept trying to tune him out in the car, listening to the radio or focusing on the trees speeding past your window. Still, he was relentless and wouldnât leave you alone for a minute. Plus, he was a horribly reckless driver, and you were gripping the door so tightly that you might hurt a muscle any minute.Â
âIâve lived for a very long time, but Iâve never visited Fes,â Kol said, one hand on the wheel as the other tapped on the door. You barely spared him a glance. âWould you visit Fes?â
âNot even sure what Fes is,â you answered through gritted teeth, suppressing a yelp as Kol took a turn obnoxiously fast.Â
âCity in Morocco considered its cultural capital.â
âYou sound like a Google search,â you scoffed, sparing him half a glance. Long enough of a glance for Kol to give you a toothy grin, his canines glinting in the sunlight.Â
âI like knowing things,â he states, squinting at you. âI donât know much about you. Tell me something.â
âNo.â
âPlease?â he begged, every bit a kid enjoying picking on the new kid on the playground. You fixed him with a dead stare.Â
âI hate your driving.â That caused him to laugh, which made him throw his head back and speed up even more. You clutched the handle and clenched your teeth till you felt your whole body would seize up. Kol eventually took pity on you and slowed down. It was enough for you to relaxâŚslightly. âWhere are we going?â
âNowhere. Anywhere. Havenât figured it out yet.â
âBrilliant. Iâm going to die out here,â you sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat.Â
âNonsense. Nik would dagger me if I let that happen, and Iâm very tired of being daggered.â
âNot because you care about me or want me to live?â you jested, quirking a brow at him.Â
âNow, why would I care about you at all?â
You pretended it didnât sting, even though it felt impossible for you to care about Kol. Still, hearing him say it felt a bit like a slap in the face. You just turned more out the window, ignoring him. You didnât notice the sharp look he sent you, as if he regretted what he said.Â
Instead, you notice a sign advertising a Black Bear Diner. You perk up immediately, tapping the window and looking back at Kol.Â
âThere. Stop there.â
âThat piece of garbage?â
âYes! Stop the car!â you shouted, regretting your words when Kol slammed on the brakes. âStop the car slowly, you asswipe.â
âYou shouldâve clarified that,â he smirked. You jumped out of the car, ran towards the restaurant, and experienced euphoria when the smell of waffles and fresh coffee hit your senses. Kol walked up slowly, hands in his pockets. The sun was obnoxious out here, but there were enough trees in the area to not make it feel like a desert. You could even see the mountain in the background in all its snowcapped glory.Â
The inside of the diner was a welcome breeze on your damp skin. It wasnât very crowded, and you got seated immediately as you happily flipped through your plastic menu. Kol looked slightly uncomfortable sitting in the diner, but you ignored him. You were getting pretty good at ignoring him.Â
âI used to go here all the time with my family,â you said, flipping to the drinks page of your menu. âNot this exact locationâŚbut this chain. I went to it when I first moved to my hometown.â
âItâs barely gourmet.â
âFuck gourmet, I want comfort. I want to feel like home,â you laughed, closing your menu. âDonât you want that?â
âHome?â Kol inquired. âNot sure what that is anymore.â
Your lips turned down in a frown, but you offered nothing else. He didnât seem like he wanted to talk, and you wouldnât force him. The waiter came over to take your orders, and you happily ordered a black coffee, orange juice, and a waffle platter. After they left, you started packing your bag with the tiny jams and creamers they had out on the table. Kol just looked at you in disdain.Â
âYou are pathetic.â
âRent is expensive, groceries are expensive, give me a break,â you snorted, taking a few sugar packets for good measure before you stopped looting. Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his seat. His leg bounced from anxiety, and his fingers tapped the table in a paradiddle pattern, just left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right over and over again. He looked shockingly young, like the boy before he turned, and not the man he paraded as. For a split second, you could see yourself having a crush on him in high school if he was one of your peers. You erased that thought as soon as it came. âCan I ask a question?â you leaned forward on the table, arms folded in front of you. âWhy are you guys always protecting me? Iâm definitely a liability.â
âI think my brother just wants to sleep with you,â Kol sighed. You snorted, biting your bottom lip to subvert your laughter. HonestlyâŚyou have managed to weasel your way into our familyâlike a parasite.â
âAw, your words are so kind,â you rolled your eyes, kicking Kol under the table. He just kicked you right back, wearing a smirk. âAnd I would never sleep with your brother.â
âWhyâs that?â Kol questioned, crossing his arms.Â
âHis face is weird,â you answered. Kol put his head in his hands in laughter, and you joined him a second later. You werenât sure if that was the reason, but it was the first thing that came to mind, and you didnât think to change it. Plus, it made Kol laugh, which kind of made you happy. The arrival of your waffles made you even happier.Â
âBloody hell, youâre going to eat all of that?â Kol looked shocked, eyes flicking between you and your waffles. He had ordered a much smaller plate than yours. Yours likely couldâve been a party platter.Â
âYes, and I will do it with pride.â
You did eat all of it, and enjoyed Kolâs expression the whole time. He looked so disturbed it made up for it. You also drank all your coffee, orange juice, and free water refills. Your plan was to eat enough to enter hibernation. You even think Kol was a little impressed at some point. Kol asked the waiter for the nearest hotel, and they pointed you to a place three miles down the road that would likely have openings. By the time you left the diner, it was starting to get cold as the sun was setting. You could hear crickets; you probably wouldâve gotten fireflies if you were more south. Kol drove surprisingly slow towards the hotel, which you attributed to his worry that going fast would cause you to throw up your entire waffle extravaganza. He slowed down even more when you came up to the âhotelââwhich was actually just a bed and breakfast. An extremely cutesy bed and breakfast.Â
The inside of the building was somehow worse than the outside.Â
The outside had small-town charm. The inside was where doilies went to die.Â
Both you and Kol exchanged glances as he went up to ring the bell. You counted seven cat portraits before a portly woman came out with a cheeky smile. She wore a linen frock and a floral dress right out of the 1960s.Â
âWell, good evening,â she smiled. âWhat can I do for you?â She had a thick Minnesotan accent, and her smile made her eyes. Overall, she radiated friendliness.Â
âWeâd like a room?â you inquired, leaning against the counter.Â
âOh, you betcha! Lucky for you, I got the best suite in the house available. Itâs perfect for you two lovebirds,â she chirped. Your eyes widened.Â
âOh, uh, weâre not togetherâŚ,â you coughed. You turned to look at Kol, who just shrugged his shoulders. Completely useless. âDo you have a double?â
âUnfortunately, all our doubles are booked for our birding convention. I might have a futon available to bring to your room?â
âPerfect,â Kol smiled, finally interjecting. âWeâll take that.â
âSplendid! Here are your keys, and Iâll have you sign in there.â
You brought your one bag with you up the stairs and to the right to a room at the end of the hall. The wallpaper was mocking you at every turn, a plethora of orchids and pinks staring at you, along with the eyes of fifty million felines. You were certain Dolores Umbridge was hiding somewhere amongst the foliage. The room was less pink but still reminiscent of something in a senior home. The bed was the nicest part: a large four-poster with mahogany bedposts. The wallpaper was sage color with pictures of ferns. The ensuite bathroom had a clawfoot tub and gold dĂŠcor. A painting of a young boy eating ice cream was on the wall. You immediately took it off the wall and turned it around so you didnât have to look at it all night.Â
âItâs a littleâŚâ
âCozy?â Kol interjected, closing the door behind you two.Â
âI was going to say tight.â
âIt is the lovebird suite, darling,â Kol whispered in your ear, a smirk in his voice. A shiver ran down your spine.Â
âIâll take the futon.â
âI doubt you could fit a futon in here,â Kol scoffed. He was right. There was really only room for the bed and bedside tables. Whoever designed this room intended to spend a lot of time in bed. Your cheeks heated at the thought. You tapped your foot in thought before eventually sighing in defeat.
âJustâŚdonât get too handsy,â you shrugged, glaring at the vampireâs ever-present smirk.Â
âHandsy? You must think me a rascal,â Kol cooed, stepping closer into your space. The room was tight, which meant you were backed against the wall. You felt like a rabbit being targeted by a fox, his mischievous grin and wandering eyes taking all of you in. Your eyes were drawn to how he licked his lips, and suddenly, your blood pressure spiked. Heat crawled up your neck, and you knew that Kol noticed. He always managed to notice.Â
âKnock it off, Mikaelson,â you hissed, tilting your head up defiantly.Â
âYouâre actually red,â Kol chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.Â
ââŚShut up,â you slapped his hand away, maneuvering your way from his grasp.Â
âLike actually vermillion,â he laughed, and you gave him an unsavory gesture as you escaped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Back against the door, you breathed out, groaning into your hands. You pushed off the door, getting ready for bed in an effort to put this night behind you. You cleaned up, brushed your teeth, and put on pajamas. In hot weather, you usually just wear a T-shirt and shorts to bed. Your t-shirt said, âI got lobotomized at Freddy Fazbearâs,â something idiotic that you couldnât even fully be ashamed of. When you exited, Kol was lying on top of the covers on his phone, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked up when you exited, snorting as he read the shirt. âYou have an odd sense of humor.â
âItâs too evolved for you to understand,â you rolled your eyes, getting in on the other side of the bed and leaving space between the two of you. Kol smelled sweet, like vanilla, and it was slowly suffocating you. You both sat in silence for a second before Kol disrupted it.Â
âY/N,â
âNo.â
âDarling,â he purred, inching closer to you.Â
âWhat, Kol,â you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed.Â
âYou like me,â he said. It was not a question, just something he exclaimed. You scoffed.Â
âI do not.â
âYou do. Itâs why you blush vermillion when I call you things like darling,â he smiled, propping himself up on his elbow as he lay on his side to stare at you.Â
âYouâre incorrigible.â
âSo, if I kissed youâŚyou wouldnât care,â Kol inquired, voice soft as he sat up slightly. You felt your heart skip a beat, and Kolâs mouth turned up slightly when he heard it. You knew you just proved his point, but you refused to concede.Â
âI wouldnât care,â you whispered, holding his gaze.Â
âSo, when I do this,â Kol leaned up, kissing your cheek, his lips burning your skin. He kissed right under your jaw, finally on your pulse point. ââŚit doesnât matter?âÂ
You bit your tongue to stop yourself. âIt doesnât matter,â you choke out, but all youâre doing is spurring Kol on. Youâre a hare caught in his trap, and you canât even find it in yourself to hate it. Kol sucks on your pulse point, nipping lightly and moving down your neck, one hand coming up to tilt your head more to the side for easier access. His touch was shockingly gentle as if he was giving you an out. Your will was thinning by the minute, though, and eventually, you grabbed his hand, causing him to stop.Â
âDarlingââ he starts, but you cut him off by kissing his lips, soft but passionate. For once, youâve taken him off guard, and a sense of pride spurs through you as you part, kissing the corner of his mouth and looking at him through thick lashes.Â
âDoes it matter?â you ask, voice breathy. âFor youâŚâ Youâre not sure exactly what youâre asking, but you know thereâs a line youâve crossed that you canât return from. Kolâs thumb brushes your cheek, so gentle from the reckless, hotheaded vampire you are acquainted with. A grin crosses his face.Â
âIt means everything,â he smiles, kissing you again, fingers tangling in your hair. Your hands find his arms, sighing as he deepens the kiss. Youâre on fire, every single part of you, and youâre sure that Kol can feel your racing heart and hot skin. You like kissing him, though, and you realize you like him a lot.Â
âKol?â you breathe. âDonât sleep on the futon.â
âFor you? I would never,â he grins, kissing you again. You make sure to put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door for later.Â
âŚ
Afterwards.
Itâs the middle of the night when he wakes you up.
âI guess Nik wonât be able to sleep with you now.â
âKol.â
âBecause Iâll be the only one sleeping with you.â
âGo to sleep.â
Thereâs a shuffling of blankets as his arm wraps tighter around you, his breath hot on your neck.Â
âYouâre going to be stuck with me forever,â he whispers.Â
You smile. âIâm okay with that.â
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Stefan: Hey Jer what's up? Everything okay?
Jeremy: Um who's that girl.
Stefan: Oh that's my girlfriend. *Waves at you as you smile at him* What about her?
Jeremy: She's really pretty
Stefan: .........
Y/n: Stefan....he just gave me a compliment Stefan, you really gonna beat a kid up just because he gave me a compliment Stefan?
Stefan: I'm getting really hungry
Y/n: Stefan no thank of Elena!
Stefan: .....
Y/n: Okay bad choice of words
Stefan: Hey Jeremy let's go talk man to man okay?,
Y/n: Please calm down!
Damon: $50 bucks says he beats the shit out of little Gilbert
Caroline: Damon!....make it $70
Damon: Bet
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Maybe I'm the problem but. The notes to votes ratio bugs the crap out of me.
So many of you are silent readers. Like you have the liver... The gall to vote, to request works, and then show writers zero support.
At least reblog for reach, drum up interest, let them know their work is loved and anticipated and worth the effort, or throw in a like, like idk... A lot of you voting and not interacting are the same people who read and indulge yourselves and don't thank the writers for carrying the fandom one post at a time. That's why fandom feels dead because theirs a serious morale deficit y'all.
Maybe it's not that deep but it feels so weird to me. I don't ALWAYS reblog things I liked because I try to keep my moots in mind, but a little love goes along way.
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Be decent. Replenish where you consumed.
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05| The Tribrid
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional lifeâbut with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K
Masterlist | Part 6
a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.
I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.
I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.
In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.
That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.
I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."
I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"
He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."
Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.
Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with itâbut that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.
"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.
"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.
I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."
"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."
This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named:Â Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.
From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.
Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.
Great.
I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"
"Making the witches happy, love."
Now my heart stopped.
I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."
"Niklaus."
"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"
I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."
Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"
"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."
"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"
I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."
Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that youâMarcel's right hand, as Niklaus put itâwere going to be representing us."
I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiateâgive up, even?"
Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court."Â This was a test.
I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."
Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.
While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
I'm here after all, aren't I?
Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."
"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out."Â Couldn't get out faster.
I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.
I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.
In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.
I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.
To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.
I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"
She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.
I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."
She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"
"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, thoughâgoing into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.
Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.
When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"
"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."
I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.
I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.
She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."
"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."
She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"
"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."
"You want me to move in with you?"
"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.
"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"Â
I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."
"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"
I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.
Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.
At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.
Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.
You OK, I'll be there.
I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.
I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.
I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.Â
I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch:Â 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.
I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."
"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.
"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."
My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"
"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"
"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."
"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.
Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.Â
"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"
"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.
I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.
Speak of the devil.
"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."
I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.
Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."
He's being a jackass on purpose.
I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it."Â And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.
Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.
However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.
Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."
"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.
"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?"Â This-
I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."
He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.
I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.
He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.
Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"
While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.
The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."
Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."
I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you."Â That was a lie.
Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."
"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."
Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyesâat me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/NâI'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.
I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the dayâewâbut I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.
"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing:Â peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."
The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.
I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.
Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.Â
See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.
After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."
"Done."
"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."
"Of course."
"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."Â
"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"
"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire."Â That was one ballsy request.
"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill himâand, I mean, was he that far off?
You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.
Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"
"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"
"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieveâor glaring, rather.
While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.
Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.
"Then no deal-"
Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"
"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.Â
I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.
Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.
I knew the historyâI've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"
I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."Â
It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.
While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?
Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."
I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."
Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.
I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.
I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the roomâthat, or he just chose to ignore it.Â
"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.
"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.
Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."
Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"
"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."
Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.
In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."
That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"
He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"
"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling
I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.
The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truthâI only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.
The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.
In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.Â
The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.
With that thought, I had a new resolution.
This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.
Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.
This city will not break me, no matter what.
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This is an absolute masterpiece, thank you so much bestie aka @tamratookersilikethat for writing this beautiful drabble and the last part is my favourite!!! đ
Hi Bestie!!! How are you?
I had a little request, can you write Stelena fluff? like it's a day before their wedding and they can't wait to get married but are having second thoughts too and Stefan ends up comforting Elena. (ik it's kinda crazy lol)
Elena was in their bedroom, looking at her wedding dress. It just hit her that after today, sheâll be a married woman. Sheâs had several fantasies of marrying Stefan and they have planned out their future. Now that itâs actually happening, itâs a lot of take in for her. She loves Stefan and wants to spend the rest of her life with him, but sheâs scared. What if it doesnât work out? What if things get so bad that they wonât even want to look at each other?
âElena?â, a voice called out. She turned around to see Stefan, looking at her in worry. Of course he knew sheâd be here. Why did he have to know her so damn well?
âStefan? Howâd you find me? I thought I told Caroline to keep this a secret.â She mentally groaned when she realized the hole she dug herself in. She loved Caroline but the girl was terrible at keeping secrets.
Stefan shook his head, âI didnât have to ask anyone where you were. I just knew the minute I realized you werenât outside. Whatâs wrong babe?â
Elena shook her head, âNothing. Everything is fine. Iâm just freshening up.â Stefan gave her a look that showed that he clearly wasnât buying what she was trying to sell. âElena, I can tell the difference between you and Katherine just by one look. You really think Iâm gonna buy this?â Stefan put his thumb under her chin to look at him. He then put his hands around her waist, prompting Elena to put hers on his shoulders.
âTalk to me. Whatâs going on?â He asked gently. Elena sighed, âStefan, I love you. You know I do and I really want to marry you butâŚâ
âButâŚâ, Stefan repeated, helping her finish her thought. âWhat if it doesnât work out between us? What if we just end up hating each other? I donât want to lose you.â Elena responded, tears falling out her eyes.
Stefan wiped them and kissed her softly. âElena, Iâll always love you. You stood by me when I was dealing with my addiction, when I had my humanity turned off. Even after I almost drove you off Wickery Bridge, the place your parents died, you still didnât give up on me. And after everything with the sirebond and me dating Caroline and you Damon, we still found our way back to each other. Sure we may hit a few bumps in the road, but weâll always find a way to make it work.â
Elena smiled and brought him in for a kiss. She kept her hands on his face while his were around her waist. âThanks Stefan. I love you too.â Stefan chuckled, âSo how about we get married?â Elena laughed, âIâd love that. Letâs go Mr.Gilbert.â They walked off with his arm around her. âWhat makes you think you wonât be Mrs.Salvatore?â Stefan asked playfully. âI wanna live on my parentsâ legacy, ok.â They laughed and continued their debate. âWell about my parentsâ legacy?â Stefan asked. Elena gave him a knowing look, âYou really want to carry the legacy of your abusive father and negligent mother?â Stefan laughed, âThatâs fair.â
#stelena shippers club#stefan x elena#stelena#drabble#otp: we have history together#elena x stefan#this was so good#you know how to turn a crazy request into an amazing fic#loved it#it#<3333#tvd fiction#tvdu#stefan salvatore#elena gilbert
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Let me show you who I really am
Pairing- Kol Mikaelson
Series- vampire diaries
Summary- usually youâd get quite a few boys ask you to prom, but not this year. Apparently they were all scared of your admirer who wanted you all to himself.
Warnings- kissing, vampire killing, mentions of blood, detailed description of killing.
âI canât believe it was over a month since I posted- I apologise! I will try to be more active but sitting A levels has apparently hindered my ability to come up with ideas. Just bare with me <3â
It was finally the day of our school prom. Iâd been stressing about what to wear, how to have my hair, what colour to use on my lips. But the biggest thing I was stressing about, was who I was going to go with. Itâs not a flex but in the past Iâve had multiple offers from boys to go to dances or gatherings. But this time, nothing. Not one offer. I even went out my way asking hector wathe to come with me, seems weâd gone to a dance together last term. But he just shook his head and ran away from me. I would have been embarrassed if I wasnât consumed with confusion about his behaviour.
So I gave up on the date thing, assumed Iâd be going myself. But my girlâs picked me up, ditched their dates so they could come with me. Prom was about friendship anyway. Not a random boy Iâd forget once I made a life for myself.
âY/n? Is that you?â My mother called as I walked through the door. I smiled as she entered the hallway with a giant box in her arms. âThis came for you sweetheartâ she edged over to me passing the box into my arms. âWhat is it?â I questioned frowning. âWe havenât opened it, itâs privateâ she shrugged staring at the box. I could see her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could be inside. âThanks mumâ I swallowed joining in with her thinking myself. Who was it from. What was in it. I carried it up the stairs as my mum filtered back into the living room to watch whatever was on the tv. I put the box on my bed and then lifted the lid off it, curious about the details. There was a note on top of the white tissue paper.
âSaw this and it reminded me of you, thought youâd look good in it, like you do in everythingâ I whispered as I read it out to myself. My eyes flicked down to the bottom âfrom Kolâ my eyes widened at the three letters of his name. Kol? Why would Kol send me a dress? What game was he playing? Sure id noticed his eyes lingering on me for a while too long before and noticed how his deep eyes compelled me to stare into them until I melted. But that doesnât give him a reason to send me a dress. I placed the card on my bed and unwrapped the tissue paper. I pulled out this gorgeous emerald dress. It had a silver strip coming from the waistline all the way down the sides of the leg spilt. It looked as if theyâd put the gems on by hand, one at a time taking precaution not to ruin or snag any part of it. The dress was slightly off the shoulders which would make my chest look great.
It was overwhelming. It must have cost a fortune. But here it was in my house, lying on my bed. All because of Kol? A Mikaelson was showing me more interest than any of the boys from school. He was supposed to be a sworn enemy, and because of that, I folded the dress back up and put it back in the box. I already had a dress. It was a lot simpler and less expensive but it was mine. And it wasnât gifted to me by a deranged, gorgeous psychopath. No I meant a deranged, bloodthirsty, psychopath. Not gorgeous. I couldnât have meant gorgeous. Putting the note back, I lifted the box putting it under my bed where no one would find it. Iâd give it back to him if I ever got the chance. It wasnât right to keep it let alone wear it. Plus I was running out of time overthinking this, I had to get ready.
I curled my hair after my shower and put on my red dress. It didnât have sparkles on it, but it did have a cute leg slit and a nice tied up back. âMum!! Can you come and do me up!!â I yelled out of my room. A minute or two later she came plodding up the stairs. She stopped in front of me smiling and her eyes filling up as she raised a finger to wipe her tear. âOh y/n you look so gorgeousâ she whimpered walking over to hug me. âThanks mumâ I whispered nuzzling my face into her neck with a grin across my cheeks. âCome on, let me tie the backâ she smiled ushering me over to the mirror. âOh- y/n have you noticed this rip?â She blinked looking at the back of me. âRIP?! Where!!â I turned around trying to have a look in the mirror. âHere?â She pointed looking stressed herself. âOh god- what am I going to do- can you fix it?â I blinked at her in utter panic. âNo- well yes- but not in time for your promâ she shook her head having a closer look at it. âCome on, Iâll need to work fast, youâll only be a little late, take it offâ she patted me on the back but I eyed the box sticking out from under my bed. âNo- no itâs okay, Iâll wear something elseâ I blinked, not taking my eyes off it. âSomething else? What else do you possibly have to wear to a prom?â She raised an eyebrow following my eyeline.
âIâll meet you and dad downstairs, give me ten minutesâ I smiled rubbing her shoulder. âAlrightâŚâ she trailed off leaving my room full of confusion. I didnât move. I swallowed staring at the box. Would it be completely wrong to wear it? I had nothing else I could wear. Surely my friends would understand. I sighed walking over to it, clipping on the floor in my black heels. Taking it out from under my bed. I held it up over my body looking at it in the mirror. I put my head on one side thinking for a second. Before removing all the thoughts out of my head and putting it on. I walked down stairs to my parents sitting in the front room. Their eyes widened as I walked in. âY/n! That dress is stunning where did you get it?â My mother gasped covering her mouth with her hand.
âIt was a giftâ I bit my lip not wanting to say anymore. âYou look amazing darling, youâll be the best dressed thereâ my dad smiled at me. With that the door bell rang. âThat must be the girlsâ I smiled rushing out as fast as the dress would let me go. But when I opened the door the girls werenât there. Kol was. He stood with his famous smirk, his hand held a big bunch of roses as his eyes looked me up and down. âSo I was right, it does suit youâ he joked, my jaw was ajar now staring at him. âWhat are you doing here- why are you wearing a suit and- why do you have flowers- why did you send me a dress?â I hissed coming outside closing the door so my parents wouldnât hear us. âBecause Iâm taking you to promâ âerm- no youâre not!â I scoffed almost laughing. âYou donât have a date? So why canât it take you?â He raised an eyebrow at me.
âThere are a number! Of reasons why you canât take me to prom kolâ I laughed before the realisation sank in. âHow the hell do you know I donât have a date?â I whispered frowning at him. His brown eyes slimmed on me as his smirk widened. âI may have sent out a message to some guys- that you were takenâ he shrugged his shoulders. âWhat?â I blinked in disbelief, my breath hitched. âI want to take you, I donât want other guys putting their hand on youâ he told me slamming his eyebrows down. âYouâre serious?â I asked him in a quiet voice. âYouâre a vampire kol- youâve hurt my friend- not only that youâre an originalâŚâ I trailed off holding the door handle. âAnd what?â He shrugged laughing. âIâm here arenât I? Iâm not lying Iâm not causing trouble- a vampire canât admit his feelings for a girl?â. âFeelings? For me? Iâm just an ordinary human Kolâ âyouâre not ordinary y/n- youâre different from your friends, different from all humansâ he smiled staring into my eyes. âHowâ I slimmed my eyes at him shaking my head not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âYou think you can put me on the spot y/n?â Kol chuckled to himself. âThe way you carry yourself, the way you stick to your morals, your loyalty to those you love, your way of seeing the best in people even if they have hurt your friends- youâre out here talking to me, you could have stayed in your house in the safety- so you must be slightly intrigued or trust me slightly- just give me a chance y/nâ he put his head to the side as I consumed everything he dumped on me. âI will protect you- treat you right- I just want a chance to show you who I really am, I donât want anything more to do with klaus and his mess- let me show you thatâ he begged, I saw it in his eyes. He wasnât lying, if he was he was a damn good lier. I wasnât wearing vvraine so he could have compelled me but, he didnât. âOkay- you have one night to make me feel anything but uncomfortable around youâ I raised my eye brow at him reaching out for the flowers. I smiled at them clutching them between my arms. âIâm gonna grab my bag and text the girls to meet me there- you can wait hereâ I told him with a little smile warming up to the idea of Kol Mikaelson liking me. If he was a normal boy this would be so much easier, he was attractive- he was gorgeous. But he wasnât normal, heâs a vampire whoâs been around 1000 years longer than me.
I did as I said I would before saying goodbye to my parents. I met Kol outside his car where he opened the door for me before getting in his own side. He drove us to prom while keeping up basic conversation, which just intrigued me more. I wanted to know what he was up to. We got to the prom location in under twenty minutes. When no one was looking Kol vamp ran round to my side and opened my door for me. âKol!â I hissed shaking my head. âDonât do that you could get caughtâ I whispered as he put his hand out for me. I took it gently. âThey wouldnât be alive very long if they did catch me darlingâ he whispered in my ear as I stepped out. âI donât want any killings here tonight, or Iâll never forgive myselfâ I widened my eyes at him. âYes mamâ he smirked leaning in closer to me. There wasnât much room between my back and the car or my front and kol. âI can hear your heart racing darlingâ he whispered tucking my hair behind my ear. âDonât worry, I wonât kiss you until you ask me to, and you willâ he winked before stepping back and putting his arm out for me.
âYouâre delusionalâ I giggled rolling my eyes taking his arm. We walked towards the enterance and kitty Renfeild stood outside with a camera. âHey y/n- and y/nâs handsome dateâ she winked at Kol who completely blanked her without him even knowing I was looking at him. His arm wrapped around my waist and he whispered âgoing have to get a little closer now loveâ he pulled me into his body. The flick of jealously I felt from kittyâs comment was what I blamed my actions on. I pressed my body against him putting my other hand on Kols chest. I heard him chuckle as I posed for the photo. âHave funâ she told us after snapping the photo and in we went. There were lot of people here even though we were maybe ten minutes early. There were flashing lights and drink tables everywhere. People were already dancing to the shit music playing. âHas Kol Mikaelson ever been to a high school prom?â I asked him smiling up. âOh Iâve been to my fair share of dances, balls and whatever was going on in the 1920s but never a promâ he laughed catching my eyes. âAnd Iâve never had such a gorgeous date to attend any of these events withâ he winked. âQuite the charmer ainât youâ I nudged him gently.
âY/n? Whatâs this all about?â. I look up and see Elena, Bonnie and Caroline all staring at me like Iâm an alien. Or, staring at Kol like heâs an alien. âHey girlsâŚâ I trailed off as my heart started pounding. Kol clearly picked up on it because his grip round my waist became tighter. âI can explain, I have a thing for y/n- have done ever since I laid my eyes on her and i decided now was the time to tell herâ âwhatâ Carolin blinked in horror. âHeâs a Mikaelson y/nâ Elena widened her eyes at me. âHe doesnât want to be involved anymoreâ I shook my head at her hoping theyâd find some way to look at this differently. âYou canât trust him- heâs a vampireâ Bonnie hissed at me, her face pulled into disgust. âWell thatâs why Iâve braught him- to see if I can trust himâ I told them with a little bit of a shrug. The girls all looked round at each other. âIâm done with all klausâs shit, I want to prove that- not necessarily to you guys but to y/nâ he told them blankly. âIâm sorry y/n, but I donât like itâ Elena stepped back before rushing off into the crowd. Kol rolled his eyes at her âsheâs always so dramaticâ. âIâŚâ Caroline trailed off not knowing what to say in this situation.
âIâm going to get some air, will you be alright for a secondâ I tapped Kol on the bicep. âYes gorgeousâ he nodded brushing my hand with his. That made me smile. Even within this mess. My friends hated the idea of me and Kol being together, on a serious level. Elena was ready to cry about it. But what made it worse was the fact that I thought I was really starting to like him. He was charming, he was handsome, he was bold and confident. He was my type. I made it outside to the side of the tent and took a deep breath. I had two options here, to lose my friends and continue on with Kol- or leave him now. And that was a hard decision. âY/n, i didnât expect to see you hereâ. I whipped around seeing klaus standing opposite me. He had a girl in his arms and blood was dripping all down his chin. Her neck had been torn open. Klausâs eyes illuminated orange as fear spread across my face. âKlaus- what have you doneâŚâ I whispered blinking at the lifeless girl.
âI came to create a massacre, Iâd say Iâm going to start with you but Iâve already startedâ he chuckled throwing the body on the floor. Klaus walked a few steps towards me while I took a few back hitting the tent behind me. âWhy are you doing this?â I gasped as he vamp ran in front of me. I could smell the blood that was smothered across his mouth and T-shirt he was that close. âBecause i simply canâ he smirked reaching out for my hair. I pushed his hand away from me scrunching my face up. âThat was stupidâ his eyes lit up again as anger starting to corse through his veins. I saw his jaw tighten emphasising his anger. âIt was stupid to come out alone anywayâ he grunted and my last thought was about to be âklaus is rightâ. As he lunged forwards towards my neck his body got ripped away from me and he flew backwards hitting a tree with a thud. I pannted looking around before finally seeing my hero. Kol stood there scowling at his brother who was in the process of standing up. âShe didnât come alone brotherâ Kol raised his eyebrows. Once klaus stood up he flicked his eyes between us assessing the situation.
âA human?â Klaus chuckled from a distance. âI thought you were into witchesâ âI thought you were into Caroline but we all know how that worked outâ Kol walked closer to me standing in front of me as if he was a shield. âWhat are you playing at Kol?â âI like her, and you arenât going to touch a hair on her head without going through meâ Kol answered folding his arms across his chest. Klaus laughed, it went right through me making my blood boil. âI could easily get through youâ âso do itâ Kol shrugged letting his arms lose once again. âIâm sure we will see each other real soon little brotherâ klaus nodded before vamp running away into the forest. Kol turned around and came to me fussing and checking I was okay. âKol! Iâm fine- do you realise how many people you just savedâ I questioned almost weak from the shock of his protection. âI donât care y/n, you are my priority, when youâre with me you will be safe Iâll make sure of itâ he told me brushing a finger down my cheek. I felt my cheeks going red. He made me feel emotions Iâd never felt towards a guy before.
I pushed my body against his and wrapped my arms slowly around his neck gently pulling his head down to meet mine. Our lips met, gently at first but then Kol gripped my waist, pulling me even closer to his body. Thereâs something about almost dying that makes you do crazy things. Life is short, and I want to try life with Kol. No matter the repercussions.
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His rich scentâspice rum and oak maybe? Surround her, as he places two fingers underneath her chin and raises her head to meet his gaze. Piercing ink-blue eyes stare into hers.
A warmth spreads on her skin.
He licks his lips. Senusal, it pulls at her gut. âItâs a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.â
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Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she wonât survive.
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Bruised and Battered
Kol Mikaelson Helping You Through An Injury Headcanons :
(Prepare for immense fluff)
Sweet baby Kol...
First of all, this boi would feel sooooooo awful about you getting hurt.
(How could this happen??? He left you alone for five seconds???)
He doesn't blame you at all whatsoever. Even if you were being dumb.
If it was someone else's fault...
Well, let's just say that if you broke an arm, this person would find both arms freaking shattered beyond recognition.
Is that useless hunk of flesh even an arm anymore? Nobody knows.
He does get a little frustrated with you tho. Just a bit
Why won't you take his blood? It would make this so much easier!
(news flash: that's nasty and you don't want to take no chances!)
It physically pains him when the doctors won't let him go back with you for x-rays. He can hear your whimpers of pain through the walls and it makes him want to cry. He just curls up in a ball and waits it out.
If you have to get surgery??
Heaven help the poor hospital staff...
It KILLS him that he can't be by your side the whole time.
Kol would be pacing back and forth in the waiting room, tugging at his hair and telling himself all the reasons you're gonna be fine. Over and over and over again.
He is there the second you wake up.
Technically he's not supposed to be, but if compulsion can't keep the nurses and doctors quiet then the cold chilling glare he dishes out certainly will.
Once you're home, you will not be doing anything for yourself.
Movies.
Anything you want to watch. All day. Even if he hates it.
Unlimited popcorn supply!
He will get you whatever you want to eat or better yet he'll compel someone else to do it so he doesn't have to leave your side.
So. Many. Hugs.
Cuddles.
Cuddles all the time
All the cuddles.
Seeing you in pain tortures him.
If he accidentally bumps you he will apologize ENDLESSLY.
He's always asking what he can do to make it better
He can't really do anything and that's the worst part
You just ask him to stay
He's only too glad to do just that.
Though he certainly remembers to give you your medication. Even if it's 1 AM. He never forgets.
He stays with you all through the night. Every night.
If you wake up in tears from sleeping wrong, he's right there to hold you close.
If it were up to him, he would never let you go.
Scars from surgery?
Kol would make it his mission to keep you from hating them.
He would tell you how cool they look all the time
Also, the gentlest kisses.
He would kiss every inch of those scars.
Endless "I love you"s
Don't think for a second that you're a burden because he will go into a 20 minute speech about how he has literally nothing better to do with his immortal existence.
When it's time for physical therapy, he always makes sure you can get to your appointments.
Kol would 100% compel the therapists to let him come back with you and cheer you on (even though seeing you struggle makes him want to scoop you up and hold you until the tears go away)
He always makes sure you do your exercises too. There is no amount of bribing that can sway this man. You are doing those exercises.
End. Of. Story.
So encouraging tho. The complements are ever flowing from his lips.
And again, all the cuddles after you finish.
Constantly making jokes.
"If I rip off one of your arms, that will make it better right? I mean, it will certainly distract you from the pain!"
Kol would also help you come up with an excellent story for how it happened.
Whether it be jousting on unicorns, fencing with glass blades, or assassinating the president, there is no limit to his creativity.
Kol would do literally anything to see you smile.
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I got super inspired and did a thing. It took me so long lol. Check it out.
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Okay, so I was thinking Hope Mikaleson x Reader. Where they are in a relationship. Where Hope was fighting and kill supernatural people and I forgot to mention that she turned off her humanity. Season 4. She left Salvador school and now she came back to surprised everyone but she sees Reader who was depressed because she was mad at Hope for leaving her and she expected her to be happy but no she was angry at her. Reader walked out not caring and Hope followed her. When Reader screamed at her for leaving, Hope turn her humanity back on and she broke down.
Fluff at the end but angst at the start.
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It felt unfair for the outside to be sunny and for the fall leaves to twinkle in the light. The sounds of children's laughter echoing, or even the footsteps in the hallway with hushed conversation. You bury your head deeper into your pillow, letting the covers hide you away. Your bed has become a cave of solace. Your mind was a prison of your own design.Â
You need to scream. You yearn to be heard. But no one can soothe you; no one bothers. Your heart feels perpetually heavy, this anchor dragging it deeper into your soul. You can't remember the last time you woke up without screaming, your voice raw and scratchy. Any psychologist would say you're depressed. You know what the other feeling is, thoughâ guilt.
You couldn't stop it. You couldn't save her. The woman who changed every ounce of your being, who altered the course of your life in a single smile. She left. You were alone.
Everyone had tried to console you. They brought you meals and whispered niceties. They gave you time to process and to heal. But underneath that sorrow was a boiling, glistening anger. You rolled over to scream at your ceiling.
"Fuck your, Hope Mikaelson."
"Is that really the welcome I get?"
You sat up, believing the phantom at the door to your bedroom to be exactly thatâ a ghost. Except the way she leaned against your doorframe, all ego, that was corporeal.
"Hope," you say, brows furrowed. She smiles, no humanity in her eyes.
"I was going for some more fanfare," she stepped into the room. You forced yourself to not recoil. Or to launch yourself out of bed and hold her close. "This, my dear, is wholly disappointing."Â
"Disappointing welcome for a disappointing person," you respond. No reaction. You wonder how deep you'd have to swim to find where her soul is.
"Venom doesn't suit you."
"I grew up," you tilt your head, taking her in. All black, every part of a viper and not the warm individual you initially fell in love with. "You should leave."
"But I just got here," she mopes. "Didn't you miss me?"
"Hope, leave," you roll your eyes, getting out of bed and standing your ground.Â
"I have things to do, so no, I won't leave."
"Oh really?" You scoff. "All you do is leave; it's what you're best at."
You see a flicker ofâŚsomething. You wonder if you imagined it. You must've; there's no way she feels anything at all.
"I was trying to be kind, coming to say hello; I guess you don't want that." She pushes off the door, mannerisms presenting an aura of boredom.
"I don't want excuses from a snake," you chortle. "Especially one like you."
"A snake?" She laughs. That laughter doesn't reach her eyes. "That's pathetic."
"Pathetic isn't the half of it," you match her stance. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You feel an inexplicable anger. "Pathetic is running away the second things get hard. Pretending to be anything but Klaus Mikaelson's daughter, as if you aren't the product of the cruelest man in history. When you look in the mirror, do you see any of your mother? Or has she run away from the woman you've become?"
You don't remember feeling angry before, but you feel this anger now.
"I loved you, and that was a mistake. Cruelty suits you. Your heroism was nothing but a facade to hide the coward within. When you snapped Lizzie's neckâ was it because you started to realize she was better than you? Did you feel threatened by the fact that you mean nothing in the grand scheme of things? Are you really still that insecure?"
You realize you're being cruel. But god, she's been cruel. And you are so so tired of pretending to be okay with it.
"I am happy you are the devil. It makes it easier to leave," you step towards her, standing face to face. There's that flicker again. "I'm done with you. NowâŚget the fuck out of my room."
You shove past her, marching down the hall in nothing but a ratty t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. You look like a mess (you feel like a mess), but standing in the same space as Hope was too hard to bear. Being cruel felt goodâŚit felt like a release.Â
The world is spinning as you stumble into the bathroom. The tile is cold beneath your feet, and your hands brace the sink as you suck in deep breaths. You have no clue when you started crying. You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face, trying to steady the sobs that are consuming your entire being. It's so hard to breathe. You don't remember how to.
You sink to the floor, curling up into yourself as you bury your head in your knees. You feel a hand on your shoulder, someone pulling you close, and you let them. You are so, so lonely. The scent of roses and vanilla is a familiar one, and you inhale as if it's the last time you'll ever be able to.Â
Hope holds you until you're done crying, and when you finally pull away, you narrow your eyes in hesitation.Â
"I never expected you to call me cruel," she whispers, and she seems different. She looks like the Hope you knew. The one you fell in love with, that was your best friend before she became more. The light in her eyes reflects her humanity. "I didn't realize how much it would hurt."
"I didn't meanâ"
"You did," she sighs. You wish she could be more angry with you. "I don't blame you."
"I was just so angryâ"
"And I was mean," Hope laughs as a tear drops from her eye. You rarely see her cry. "It was easier to hide than it was to be strong. I'mâŚsorry for hurting you because of it."
You wipe her tears with your thumb, cradling her face. Her skin is smooth to the touch.Â
"Are you back?" You whisper. She looks at you, brows furrowed, before nodding slowly. Almost as if she's afraid to admit it. You let out a choking laugh, kissing her with all the love you'd held in for the months she'd been gone. You kiss her cheeks, nose, lips again, everything you can touch. She laughs, something light and airy that you didn't realize how much you missed. You pull back, holding her at arm's length. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."
"I won't," she says, kissing your cheek. "I promise."
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Hey girl! I don't know if you're aware, but in Klaus and kc fics where the oc is his wife from when they were human, somehow Marcel always calls her mom/mama/mother, which I personally so find out of character for him?
He had an awful father, and there's like only one mention of his mother, who died shortly before Klaus adopted him, and I just can't see a child moving on so quickly and calling a woman, a white one at that, his mother? Don't get me wrong, I would have loved for Marcel to have at least one parent figure in his life that actually loved him like a son, but Klaus treated him like a friend/brother, the governor literally enslaved him and we know nothing of his mother.
What do you think?
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TO/TVDU made sure to sanitize slavery, Marcelâs history as a slave and limit his childhood with the mikaelsons period as much as they could. Then the audience they were marketing the show too was white teens/young adults. No I donât think Marcel would ever call Klausâ wife, mom! For the reasons you listed that is his past as a slave and living on a plantation. Naturally Marcel as a child shouldâve been more skeptical of the Mikaelsons for the obvious reasons. Which could have been interesting to see. Hell, Kol did go as far to torture him as a human.
It is important to note Marcel never calls Klaus dad, Elijah/Kol/Finn arenât called uncles, Rebekah/Freya as aunts and while heâs protective to Hope he doesnât say sheâs his sister either. Despite all of this Marcel does view the Mikaelsons as family. Marcel said to Hope itâs hard to hate the person that made him. Itâs a never ending complicated relationship. Which applies to all of the family in total. I think Marcel can adapt to someone Klaus dates/married etc longterm but never see them as âmomâ. He had a mother who died.
(Edit: I do think if they focused on Marcel being adopted, the Mikaelsons as extended family theyâd have to address the Rebekah of it all.)
I think Klaus does love him in his own twisted perception of love. The problem as usual the racist writing but in Klaus/Marcelâs case..the gender norms here. Marcel being a grown man of 170+ years at that. Hope was a girl.
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~One ShotsâĄ~ {<- masterlist}
18+
Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst
A date with Klaus {3.5k} âĄâĄ --- After a long day at work, you just want to go home and relax. Fortunately Klaus knows exactly what you need to unwind.
A date with Kol {3.5k} âĄâĄ --- You are drowning your sorrows at the bar, but Kol has an idea on how to cheer you up.
A date with Marcel {2k} âĄâĄ --- Marcel takes you out to see some live music and then charms your pants off.
A date with Elijah {3.5k} âĄâĄ --- You are at the compound to confess your feelings to Elijah, as your nerves get the better of you, he finds a way to help you relax.
Truth or Dare {5k} âĄâĄâĄ --- You find yourself at a party you don't really want to be at. You meet the Mikaelson siblings and a game of truth or dare unfolds, revealing your secret and sparking a connection that changes the course of the night.
Blood Bath {2k} âĄâĄ --- Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah stands up to the bitch.
Better than flowers {3.2k} âĄâĄ --- You've always hated valentines day until Elijah changes your mind with a magical date.
Sitting Pretty {1.7k} ⥠--- Pure filth, zero plot.
~HeadcanonsâĄ~
Dating the Mikaelsons {4k} âĄâĄâĄâĄ --- Headcanons on sex & dating for Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah.
Mikaelsons & Marijuana {1k} --- Weed related headcanons to celebrate gaining 420 followers.
Biting the Mikaelsons {1.9k} âĄâĄâĄ --- Just some headcanons on what I think bloodsharing would be like with the Mikaelson men.
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I am absolutely feral when my fictional men go all demonic with their eyes. Tell me Iâm not the only one?? đŚ
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