#tvdu fan fiction

[perseephoneee]

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.

cruelty (hope mikaelson x reader)

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omg i hope this is kinda what you wanted?? i wrote this during class.

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. 

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, though— 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 that— 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." 

"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. 

"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 of…something. 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 neck— 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. Now…get 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 good…it felt like a release. 

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. 

Hope holds you until you're done crying, and when you finally pull away, you narrow your eyes in hesitation. 

"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 mean—"

"You did," she sighs. You wish she could be more angry with you. "I don't blame you."

"I was just so angry—"

"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'm…sorry for hurting you because of it."

You wipe her tears with your thumb, cradling her face. Her skin is smooth to the touch. 

"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."

[starlightsalvatore]

decisions, decisions / damon salvatore x reader

heyoooo ! new damon fic ! I don't know that this one will have a part two, but I loved the idea of it :) lmk what you think!

decisions, decisions / damon salvatore x reader

summary: the two times you discussed your apprehension to transitioning with Damon, and the one time you didn't get to.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence, etc. typical tvdu stuff, no real reference as to when this takes place in canon

As you walked through the doors of the boarding house, flanked by both of the Salvatore’s, you thought of the night your parents had died and how you eerily felt the same way as you did then… your boots clicking against the wood floors could be heard by anyone, though it wasn’t quite reaching your ears, neither were the voices of Stefan and Damon as they led you into the kitchen and sat you on a bar stool. Logically, you knew exactly where you were, but really if someone asked you wouldn’t have an answer. The only thing you knew for certain in this moment was that your skin was itchy and your mind was racing, replaying the events of the past hour as it tried to sort and categorize what it had seen, what it had done.

“Should we… call someone?” Damon asked, and this you heard but your eyes remained locked in place, looking at something that wasn’t really there as you felt a hand on your shoulder and a glass pressed to your lips, thankfully your body had the instinct to go on autopilot and sip the water Stefan was forcing you to drink. 

“Who?” he shot back, and if these were different circumstances you would have laughed, said my dead parents? A crisis counselor? A therapist? Good luck explaining this one.

“Bonnie, Elena, Caroline?” Damon listed off and each name made you wince.

“I don’t think any of them will be much help right now,” Stefan answered. Good, at least someone is thinking clearly.

“I’m fine,” you finally said, voice hoarse as you spoke for the first time in over an hour, and both boys snapped their heads to look at you, varying levels of concern clear on their faces. “I just, uh…” you paused, looking down at your hands, blood caked underneath your fingernails, seeped into the fabric of your clothing, even down to your socks. “It’s a lot of-” your hands started to shake and Stefan was quick to grab them, steadying them as he pulled you up.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, leading you up the stairs and into a bathroom where you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and had you had the capacity to process the sight before you, you again might have laughed… an inappropriate reaction to an inappropriate situation. Stefan left quietly, leaving you alone as you began stripping yourself of your now-ruined clothing, trying to ignore the way it clung to your skin before smearing the blood everywhere… as if it would have made a difference.

You didn’t even flinch when the door opened, unconcerned with the fact that you were standing in just your bra and underwear because it’s not like there was anything to really see beneath all the red and Damon’s eyes were apologetic as he sat a stack of clothes and several towels on the counter. “Sorry, just leaving these here for you,” he said and you gave him a dry smile.

“It’s fine, sure you’ve seen worse.” you replied.

“I’ll be just outside, shout if you need anything.” You nodded softly as the door shut once more, and you peeled off the remainder of your clothing before flicking the faucet on and stepping under the stream. The shower floor quickly became a violent red, bright and angry, as the water washed over you and it did nothing to quell the images flashing through your mind. You almost felt embarrassed by how shell shocked you were, it wasn’t like you hadn’t killed before… a rogue vampire, or a werewolf that one time, in the heat of battle amidst the chaos that was now your life but this was different.

This was a hunter, a human, someone new drawn to the horrors plaguing Mystic Falls that set a perfect trap for Stefan and Damon, leaving you in the crosshairs after a training session in the woods. The irony of you pinned to the ground with only a small knife to your name after an afternoon spent wielding weapon after weapon was not lost on you, and the real kicker was the stake driven through your abdomen… the only human staked with two vervained vampires laying a few feet away. Instinct and self-preservation had taken over, mixed with a little fear, and in all honesty you don’t know where your knife had landed, just that you’d fought with all your might until his body slumped against yours. You’d known it had to be you, if either of them had awoken they wouldn’t have hesitated, you had to be the one to do it.

You briefly thought of Carrie, how the pig’s blood poured over her and drenched her so completely… only this wasn’t a movie, you weren’t on a stage in a pink dress, and this was not pig’s blood. It was sticky and hot pouring over your face, dripping down your neck, seeping through your clothes… it was human. It wasn’t a vampire, or a werewolf, it was another human just like you. You’d seen the light burn out in his eyes, you’d felt the limpness in his form as you shoved him off, you’d felt every inch of the stake as you pulled it out with shaking hands, terror pumping through your veins as you realized if you died right here, you would not be dead.

It was something trivial, a knife slicing through your palm so deep you felt woozy, you remembered the laughter as Damon begrudgingly gave you his wrist and Elena’s comment… I think we need to establish a schedule, make sure you’re with a vampire at all times otherwise your clumsiness is going to be your doom. 

You scrubbed your scalp, nails raking across the skin as you desperately waited for the water to run clear. It felt like there wasn’t enough soap, enough water, enough patience. But eventually it did, what’s the saying… all bleeding must stop? Soon everything will pass. How long until this passed? You recognized Damon’s scent as you pulled on his clothes after drying off, wrapping you in a sense of comfort you found odd. It wouldn’t have been the case had it been Stefan’s, you always felt safe with him, trusted and valued… but Damon? You were friends, sure, by circumstance not choice, you never fully knew where you stood with him which left you on edge and unsettled in his company.

You opened the door to find him exactly where he said he would be, leaning against the wall opposite you, eyes glued to the floor until they snapped up, searching yours for the answer to a question he didn’t ask, a question he wasn’t really sure of in the first place. He let out a chuckle as he scanned you, settling on the sweatpants threatening to drop right off your frame, and he gently reached out to secure them tightly around your waist. “Better?” he asked and you nodded.

“Finally feel clean,” you answered, voice still scratchy and hollow, as he led you down the hallway to his bedroom where he pulled back the covers for you to settle in. You looked up at him with a look of confusion and amusement as he busied himself with tucking you in, truly fretting over you. “Who are you and what have you done with Damon Salvatore?”

“Ha ha,” he responded sarcastically. “Thought this would be more comfortable, the guest rooms are kind of creepy in my opinion.”

“If you say so,” you replied, a smirk clear on your face and he tried not to dwell too much on how reassuring it was to see you sinking back into your old self.

“Do you need anything? Water, food, Stefan?” he asked and you just shook your head, “okay, I’ll be down the hall… or you know where Stefan is, whoever you’re more comfortable with, if you need anything…” he said, rambling as he was overwhelmed by the emotional intimacy of tending to you, yet he still felt like he wasn’t really doing enough as he walked towards the door.

“Damon?” you called, and he was quick to turn around, eyes warm and curious as they settled on you. “Could you maybe… stay? If that’s not weird?” you asked, and he was sliding into the other side of the bed in an instant, careful to leave an appropriate distance to not spook you.

“I think we left weird back in the woods,” he answered and you let out a soft laugh. Silence permeated the space as you both tried to figure out what to say next, there were about a dozen thoughts on the tip of your tongue and only one question on Damon’s that he finally found the nerve to ask. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, I think so? He was going to kill all of us, I know I did the right thing, but… it’s just weird, I guess I was overly prepared for killing something supernatural, and underprepared for something human.” 

“You did do the right thing, and you saved one of us from the hunter’s curse… thank you for that, by the way,” he said, and you cracked a smile. “It was him or us and you chose right.”

“I almost died,” you nearly whispered, recalling the feeling of your blood rushing out of the wound in your abdomen, using all of your strength to crawl over to Stefan and Damon’s unconscious bodies. “I know it’s not the first time that’s happened, but it was the first time I felt it, the losing energy, feeling weak… when neither of you were waking up I was terrified I was going to die.” You recalled your panic, both of them out cold as your hands darted around the ground, sifting through dead leaves to try and find the knife you’d dropped to slice open Damon’s wrist to drink from.

“And you still had my blood in your system,” he finished, and you looked over to him a little shocked that he remembered, and that he already seemed to know that’s what was really bothering you. “You don’t want to turn?” he asked, genuinely curious. You’d always refrained from giving your two cents on the matter when it came up, and you were usually impossible to read.

“I don’t know,” you answered. “I’ve thought about it, not enough to figure out my stance on it. I don’t feel the same as Elena did, it was her worst nightmare… She wanted kids, and the picket fence, and sitting on the porch swing old and gray. I don’t want the same things, I don’t view vampirism as a hindrance to my goals or an unnecessary evil, but I also don’t know if I want to give up my human life.”

“You’ll stay here the next few days,” he responded and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Until it passes from your system. You deserve for it to be a choice, and I don’t want you out in the world where you could stumble into another person on the hunt for me… or with your luck, oncoming traffic.”

You let out a laugh, “thank you.” You settled into the blankets as a wave of exhaustion rolled over you, and you tilted your head slightly when you saw Damon lift an arm up for you, creating a space for you to lay against his chest. You exhaled in relief as he held you firmly, caging you in and wrapping you in a sense of protection.

“Get some rest, I’m not going anywhere.” he whispered, fingers drawing absentminded patterns against your skin as you already began fading into sleep. Nothing about the day had been predictable, but the most unexpected thing was this peaceful moment with Damon… 

The incident with the vampire hunter had left you rattled for weeks to come, while you weren’t subject to the hunter’s curse that didn’t stop it from hanging over you like a storm cloud, lightning threatening to strike at a moment’s notice, but it became easier to manage with time… you were able to compartmentalize and rationalize. Yes, he was human, but he was also trying to kill you and two of your friends. At least, that’s what you (and everyone else) were constantly repeating. Eventually, the dreams subsided and you were able to take a shower without seeing pools of red at your feet, and life began to return to normal.

Well, normal except for one key difference… Damon had become not just a friend of circumstance, but a genuine friend. You’d seen a side of him you were entirely certain didn’t exist and he had suddenly seen you as something more than just one of Elena’s human friends. He had discovered that you were deeply insightful, had good ideas when he actually listened instead of tuning you out, and you were a hell of a drinking buddy despite your weak tolerance for bourbon, which he was currently pouring for himself as you laid sprawled out on his bed with a grimoire underneath you.

“This one is a dead end,” you sighed, crawling off the bed and discarding it on the stack of books Bonnie had asked the two of you to read before swiping his glass and finishing it off, nearly snorting the amber liquid at the look on his face.

“That is good bourbon meant for sipping, it’s not meant to be treated like cheap tequila.”

“My bad,” you said, amusement lacing your tone as you held your hands up in surrender. “I didn’t realize there was a protocol to drinking alcohol.” He just gave you a look as he refilled his glass and poured one for you, one that said you’re insufferable. “I’ll let Bonnie know we didn’t find anything.”

“We’ll figure it out eventually,” he responded, placing the glass in your hand as you clinked it against his. “Got any plans tonight?” he asked, eyes darting to the window showcasing the setting sun.

“Besides drinking you out of house and home?” you answered with a question, tilting the glass back and swallowing it in one gulp, as if to further annoy him, “nope.” He rolled his eyes, walking towards the door and you followed him instinctively, like he was a magnet pulling you along with him, and you let out a gasp when you landed in front of the liquor cabinet, watching him pull out a bottle of tequila.

“That is for you, if you insist on not enjoying your drinks.” It was your turn to roll your eyes as you pulled the top off and drank directly from the bottle.

“We can’t all be old like you, I’m firmly in the stage of my life where alcohol is a means to an end,” you responded with a shrug of your shoulders, making your way over to records where you flipped through, looking for something to put on.

“I’m not old,” he protested and you raised your head slightly to shoot him a look.

“You fought in the civil war,” you pointed out. “On the wrong side, might I add.”

“Not by choice, and I deserted... a fact you always conveniently forget." he protested, rolling his eyes. “Why is it that this is always the album you pick?” he asked, changing the subject entirely as he watched you take another swig from the bottle.

“Do you have a problem with Prince?”

“None at all, however… variety is always a good thing,” he mused.

“Did you ever see Prince? Like, in his heyday?” 

“Once or twice,” he responded, smirking at the way your eyes lit up just imagining it. “Perks of vampirism… compelling yourself into the best spot at any show… One of my fonder memories is watching Fleetwood Mac from the side stage.”

You sighed dreamily, “that is something to put in the pro category.”

“Given it anymore thought?” he asked, extending his hand for you to take as he twirled you around to the sounds of I Wanna Be Your Lover, and you obliged his request to dance instantly, allowing yourself to be pulled into his orbit as your hips swayed in motion with his, both of your bottles long since discarded on a nearby table.

You nodded, “the incident put things into perspective, made me consider things a little more thoroughly. I actually remembered a conversation Elena and I had, long before we ever met you and Stefan, after watching a vampire movie… it was the middle of the night, we should have been sleeping but I asked her ‘if vampires were real, would you want to be one?’ She answered, ‘if they look like Brad Pitt, definitely.’” you paused to chuckle. "But, this isn’t a hypothetical question at a sleepover, it’s a real possibility I’ve teetered on the edge of more than once.” You two were no longer really dancing, merely swaying side to side as he looked down at you with rapt attention, more invested in what you thought than he ever would have imagined. “When I look at you I see endless opportunity, wild fun and trips around the world once, or twice, or a dozen times just because you can, and freedom. When I look at Stefan I see a constant struggle for control, longing for the true humanity he lost, and deep-rooted self-loathing for where he’s been and what he’s done. You two are on opposite ends of the spectrum, which makes it really difficult for me to gauge how I actually feel.”

“You could look at Lexi,” he pointed out. “She was the poster child for self-control and moderation but that girl got up to some wild things when she wasn’t saving hero hair.”

You smiled softly, “I did, actually… I only met her once, and granted I didn’t know she was a vampire at the time, but she did seem good, and free-spirited.” You watched his face fall slightly, no doubt reliving the moment he killed his brother’s best friend, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to break him from the thought. “I want to be like you… uninhibited, bold, a little reckless at times because you’re just invincible enough to be okay no matter what… but then I think of Stefan, or how much Elena wishes she could change things, or how hard Caroline tries to make the best of it and it pulls me right back into questioning everything. And the rub is that if I decide I want to stay human, I can change my mind at any time… if I decide to be a vampire on the other hand…”

“There’s no going back,” he finished and you nodded. “Whatever you decide, you’ve got my support. It’s kind of admirable, the way you’re really taking the time to actually figure out what you want.”

“Was that a compliment?” you teased and he harshly tugged you closer.

“Definitely not,” he whispered before letting you go to return to his bourbon… and you to your tequila.

“If you say so,” you mused, making your way to the record player to make a new selection.

“For the love of god, no more Prince.” he protested, already seeing you halfway through making that choice. You raised your hands in surrender, a cheeky smile on your lips as you instead selected Bon Jovi.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” he said, already lunging for you as you squealed and ran thorough the living room, desperately trying to evade him.

Trudging through the dark woods you struggled to see more than a few feet in front of you, entirely unguided by the light of the moon and the dim glow of your phone screen. One wrong turn had you separated from the Salvatore’s with Klaus on the loose and you thought to yourself that there couldn’t be a worse time for you to be lost and un-flanked by the brother’s. You were unsure of exactly why you were facing off with Klaus, the whole thing felt rather ridiculous to you, but you were whisked off the front porch just as you’d raised your hand to knock… simply there to collect a forgotten textbook. You shouldn’t have been surprised, this was just your life now, breezing from one supernatural disaster to the next.

You thought about calling out to them, but realized it would only alert the person you were desperately trying to avoid, and settled for your careful and slow movements, one foot in front of the other, until you finally, hopefully, found them before Klaus found you. It was an effort entirely in vain, you were human, he was an original vampire, you couldn’t even be shocked when you heard the tenor of his voice or felt a strong arm wrap around your waist as he hauled you through the forest kicking and screaming. “Klaus! Put me down!” you tried, but that was also in vain. 

“I can hear you, Stefan,” Klaus sneered as he dropped you rather unceremoniously to the ground, and you scrambled to your feet… contemplating running but it would only make matters worse.

“Just let her go, Klaus.” Stefan said, emerging with Damon through the tree line and you felt the tiniest bit of relief that was quickly squashed as you realized if they’d angered Klaus there was only so much backpedaling they could do. 

“I thought I told the lot of you to stay away from my family,” Klaus roared and a shiver slinked down your spine… if they messed with his family you were really done for.

“I thought retaliation was fair play,” Damon replied, confusion evident in his tone as he walked towards you, stopping only a few yards away. “Might want to tell that sister of yours to keep her emotions in check.”

“I’ll be sure to pass along the message,” he said, turning to harshly yank you forward. “But it appears you all need a message in return.” He bit into his wrist and you struggled in his grasp as the brother’s moved forward, only to stop in their tracks when Klaus said, “take one more step and I’ll snap her neck.”

“Klaus, don’t!” Stefan pleaded, you could already see the guilt clear as day across his face as he realized you were about to suffer the same fate he wouldn’t wish upon anyone else. “She wasn’t involved, don’t do this to her.”

“Makes for a better lesson then, doesn’t it?” he asked, shoving his wrist against your lips and you tried to fight it but it was futile as you choked his blood down. “An innocent life, completely derailed by your actions.”

“Klaus,” you whispered, the shaky fear drawing his attention to you. “Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, love,” he responded, brushing a stray tear from your cheek and you stiffened at the touch. “You’re what's known as collateral damage, it’s nothing personal.” The worst part of it all was that as you looked up into his eyes you saw genuine remorse… he didn’t want to do this to you, he felt like he had to. “Perhaps in a few years when you’ve adjusted to this new life of yours, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, come on… you’ve given everyone a good scare, message received, just let her go and we can all forget this ever happened.” Damon tried as Klaus’s hand gently cradled the back of your head.

“The next time you think of crossing my family, I want you to look at this lovely young girl, frozen in time, immortalized as a monster, and reconsider,” was the last thing you heard before everything went dark.

You jolted upright in a bed that wasn’t your own, chest heaving as you looked around frantically, trying to decipher where you were and your breathing slowed, only slightly, when you realized you were in Damon’s bedroom. Your mind was reeling as you checked yourself over for injuries before realizing if you were waking up in the boarding house whatever had happened had already been magically erased from your body. You stilled when you heard arguing on the other side of the door, Damon and… maybe Elena? Your head throbbed as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, prepared to stand and figure out what the hell had happened when it all hit you like a freight train… snapping twigs, Klaus’s blood, darkness. You were in transition.

You jumped to your feet just as the door swung open and Damon was surprised to see you awake, “there she is. How are you feeling?” he asked in an uncharacteristically chipper tone and he was unsurprised when you charged towards him, tiny fists clenched and thudding against any inch of his chest you could hit.

“What the hell did you do?” you shrieked as he just stood there taking it, allowing you to get it out of your system and it didn’t take long for you to realize it wasn’t going to change anything and you stopped as you stepped back and ran a hand through your hair. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, a chill in your veins as you whispered, “I’m a vampire.” You thought of the conversations you’d had with Damon, exposing your feelings on the matter to only him, feelings you hadn’t quite deciphered for yourself. It was a choice you were debating, only for that choice to be ripped from your grasp.

“I really didn’t think he’d take it that far,” Damon tried and you just scowled at him, if looks could kill he’d be staked by now. You stood there for a moment, sorting through the mountain of emotions swirling through your head and your heart before laughter bubbled past your lips, true unfiltered laughter. 

“Is everything okay?” Stefan asked, entering the room and you noticed the blood bag in his hand he was trying to keep concealed.

“Oh, everything is just peachy,” you replied, thoroughly in a fit of giggles as Elena was pulled in by the sound and the three of them just watched through confused eyes with concerned expressions. “I mean, I don’t respond to texts for what…? Three hours? I try to have just one night to myself, and that���s the night you decide to piss off an original and I get murdered in the woods,” you ranted, breathless laughter still surrounding your words. “He called me collateral damage to whatever idiotic stunt you pulled with Rebekah. Collateral fucking damage,” you whispered the last part and Elena shared a look with Stefan that translated to what should we do? “That for me?” you asked, striding across the room and plucking the blood bag from his hands, and Elena flinched when you ripped the top of it off.

“You don’t have to drink it right now, you have time to decide-” Stefan started but another bout of laughter cut him off.

“Decide? That decision has already been made for me. I mean, what am I going to do, just let myself actually die?” you replied as you sucked the liquid down and he suddenly felt like he was in over his head. While this reaction from you wasn't shocking for Damon, Stefan had expected tears, breakdowns, and maybe a broken vase or two… but he might have been right about the breakdown, he was at a loss for any other way to describe what he was currently seeing. When the bag was empty you discarded it on Damon’s desk and took a moment to steady yourself, inhaling and exhaling all of the bad.

“Okay, what’s done is done.” you said suddenly and Elena’s face twisted up in confusion.

“It’s okay if you’re not okay, you can take a minute… process what happened,” she tried.

“Your emotions are really heightened right now, I think you should just sit down and take a beat.” Stefan added, and Damon was being unusually silent.

“Nope. I’m good, we can’t go back, we can’t change it… this is how things are. What’s done is done,” you repeated.

“That’s… it?” Elena asked and you nodded.

“That’s it. Now, I’m going to go home, take a shower, take a nap in my own bed, and I will be prepared for whatever hero monologue about self-control and moderation you were preparing during my brief stint into death tomorrow,” you said, directing the last bit to Stefan as you moved to exit the room and Damon cleared his throat.

“About that… you can’t leave, yet,” he said, voice cautious as you turned on your heel, eyes catching the sunlight and you took in another deep breath to steady yourself.

“Turns out we used the last lapis lazuli ring on hand for me…” Elena started, “Bonnie’s out getting one right now, but until then…”

“I’m stuck here.” you finished. You nodded, “perfect. Cool if I raid your kitchen?” you asked, but didn’t wait for a response. “Great, thanks so much.” You bounded down the stairs, stumbling on the landing as you realized you moved far quicker than you intended to… something for you to get used to, and you threw open the fridge with a huff as you sorted through its contents and settled on what looked like leftover takeout from the Thai place you loved so much, not even bothering to heat up the noodles as you hopped up onto the counter.

“By all means, help yourself, wasn’t looking forward to those later or anything,” Damon said as he entered and you let out a humorless laugh.

“Don’t even,” you warned as he leaned against the counter across from you. “Should I make you the same promise you made Stefan? An eternity of misery?” 

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he answered and you focused your attention on your noodles. “I’m sorry.”

“What for? It’s not like you pissed off Klaus and robbed me of having a say in how I live the rest of my life,” you replied and he nodded, knowing there wasn’t really anything he could say in this moment to make it right. “I meant what I said, what’s done is done. I just… I didn’t know if I wanted this,” you sighed.

“I know,” he responded, and he did. “I had a plan if you’d ever decided you wanted to.” he said, and that pulled your attention back to him, eyes curious and prompting him to continue. “I was going to give you one last truly epic human day… maybe a little road trip away from all the chaos here with greasy drive-thru french fries and milkshakes, deserted dive bars with questionable décor, cheesy roadside tourist traps, maybe a hike thrown in there to remind you of the utter humanness in struggling with something as simple as a walk. Then we’d stop at a motel, watch really terrible made-for-tv movies, and when you were all tuckered out and fast asleep that’s when I’d do it… so you’d just wake up in your new life.”

“That’s… oddly sweet,” you said, skepticism lacing your tone.

“Everyone’s story is traumatic… I didn’t want that for you. I wanted it to be easy, and peaceful.” he said and you smiled softly at the sentiment. “I’m really sorry my choices resulted in the opposite, and got your choice taken away.”

You sighed, “it’s okay. I meant what I said, what’s done is done. I have decided that I did decide I wanted this, I just hadn’t shared that with anyone yet and really Klaus did me a favor. I’m reframing and moving on.” 

He chuckled, “you’re incredible, you know that?” he asked as he stepped in between your legs, palms resting on your thighs. “I will spend the rest of my eternity making sure you have the most fulfilling vampire life possible. My bad choices are not going to hinder you from having the life you want, whatever that ends up looking like.”

You laughed, “you shouldn’t have told me that because you just gave me so much power,” you teased. “I already have a request.” 

“Whatever it is, consider it done,” he replied, smirking at you.

“Can you go get me some clothes from my house? Something cute and fun…. you’re taking me out as soon as the sun goes down because I’m hungry and not for something that comes out of a blood bag or a take-out container.”

“On it,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “In the meantime, go upstairs and relax. Take a bath, raid the liquor cabinet, raid the fridge in the basement, whatever you want, and when I get back I’ll give you the best first night of vampirism you could ask for.” he said and you laughed as he disappeared, hopping down from the counter to follow his instructions. Sure, this wasn’t how you’d imagined it, before you woke up you weren’t even sure this was what you wanted, but there was no use dwelling on things that could be unchanged… there was only making the best of it, and welcoming your new life with open arms.

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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 life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

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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 it—but 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: 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 you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were 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 negotiate—give 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." 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." 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, though—going 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!" 

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. 

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 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. 

"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." 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?" 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." 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 eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'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 day—ew—but 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: 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. 

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." 

"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." 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 him—and, 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 Genevieve—or 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. 

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 history—I'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." 

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 room—that, or he just chose to ignore it. 

"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 truth—I 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. 

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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Let me show you who I really am

Pairing- Kol Mikaelson

Series- vampire diaries

Summary- usually you’d 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.

“I can’t 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 <3”

It was finally the day of our school prom. I’d 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. It’s not a flex but in the past I’ve 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 we’d 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 wasn’t consumed with confusion about his behaviour.

So I gave up on the date thing, assumed I’d be going myself. But my girl’s picked me up, ditched their dates so they could come with me. Prom was about friendship anyway. Not a random boy I’d forget once I made a life for myself.

“Y/n? Is that you?” My mother called as I walked through the door. I smiled as she entered the hallway with a giant box in her arms. “This came for you sweetheart” she edged over to me passing the box into my arms. “What is it?” I questioned frowning. “We haven’t opened it, it’s private” she shrugged staring at the box. I could see her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could be inside. “Thanks mum” 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.

“Saw this and it reminded me of you, thought you’d look good in it, like you do in everything” I whispered as I read it out to myself. My eyes flicked down to the bottom “from Kol” 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 doesn’t 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 they’d 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 wasn’t gifted to me by a deranged, gorgeous psychopath. No I meant a deranged, bloodthirsty, psychopath. Not gorgeous. I couldn’t have meant gorgeous. Putting the note back, I lifted the box putting it under my bed where no one would find it. I’d give it back to him if I ever got the chance. It wasn’t 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 didn’t have sparkles on it, but it did have a cute leg slit and a nice tied up back. “Mum!! Can you come and do me up!!” 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. “Oh y/n you look so gorgeous” she whimpered walking over to hug me. “Thanks mum” I whispered nuzzling my face into her neck with a grin across my cheeks. “Come on, let me tie the back” she smiled ushering me over to the mirror. “Oh- y/n have you noticed this rip?” She blinked looking at the back of me. “RIP?! Where!!” I turned around trying to have a look in the mirror. “Here?” She pointed looking stressed herself. “Oh god- what am I going to do- can you fix it?” I blinked at her in utter panic. “No- well yes- but not in time for your prom” she shook her head having a closer look at it. “Come on, I’ll need to work fast, you’ll only be a little late, take it off” she patted me on the back but I eyed the box sticking out from under my bed. “No- no it’s okay, I’ll wear something else” I blinked, not taking my eyes off it. “Something else? What else do you possibly have to wear to a prom?” She raised an eyebrow following my eyeline.

“I’ll meet you and dad downstairs, give me ten minutes” I smiled rubbing her shoulder. “Alright…” she trailed off leaving my room full of confusion. I didn’t 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. “Y/n! That dress is stunning where did you get it?” My mother gasped covering her mouth with her hand.

“It was a gift” I bit my lip not wanting to say anymore. “You look amazing darling, you’ll be the best dressed there” my dad smiled at me. With that the door bell rang. “That must be the girls” I smiled rushing out as fast as the dress would let me go. But when I opened the door the girls weren’t 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. “So I was right, it does suit you” he joked, my jaw was ajar now staring at him. “What are you doing here- why are you wearing a suit and- why do you have flowers- why did you send me a dress?” I hissed coming outside closing the door so my parents wouldn’t hear us. “Because I’m taking you to prom” “erm- no you’re not!” I scoffed almost laughing. “You don’t have a date? So why can’t it take you?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“There are a number! Of reasons why you can’t take me to prom kol” I laughed before the realisation sank in. “How the hell do you know I don’t have a date?” I whispered frowning at him. His brown eyes slimmed on me as his smirk widened. “I may have sent out a message to some guys- that you were taken” he shrugged his shoulders. “What?” I blinked in disbelief, my breath hitched. “I want to take you, I don’t want other guys putting their hand on you” he told me slamming his eyebrows down. “You’re serious?” I asked him in a quiet voice. “You’re a vampire kol- you’ve hurt my friend- not only that you’re an original…” I trailed off holding the door handle. “And what?” He shrugged laughing. “I’m here aren’t I? I’m not lying I’m not causing trouble- a vampire can’t admit his feelings for a girl?”. “Feelings? For me? I’m just an ordinary human Kol” “you’re not ordinary y/n- you’re different from your friends, different from all humans” he smiled staring into my eyes. “How” I slimmed my eyes at him shaking my head not believing a word that came out of his mouth.

“You think you can put me on the spot y/n?” Kol chuckled to himself. “The 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- you’re 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/n” he put his head to the side as I consumed everything he dumped on me. “I will protect you- treat you right- I just want a chance to show you who I really am, I don’t want anything more to do with klaus and his mess- let me show you that” he begged, I saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t lying, if he was he was a damn good lier. I wasn’t wearing vvraine so he could have compelled me but, he didn’t. “Okay- you have one night to make me feel anything but uncomfortable around you” I raised my eye brow at him reaching out for the flowers. I smiled at them clutching them between my arms. “I’m gonna grab my bag and text the girls to meet me there- you can wait here” 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 wasn’t normal, he’s a vampire who’s 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. “Kol!” I hissed shaking my head. “Don’t do that you could get caught” I whispered as he put his hand out for me. I took it gently. “They wouldn’t be alive very long if they did catch me darling” he whispered in my ear as I stepped out. “I don’t want any killings here tonight, or I’ll never forgive myself” I widened my eyes at him. “Yes mam” he smirked leaning in closer to me. There wasn’t much room between my back and the car or my front and kol. “I can hear your heart racing darling” he whispered tucking my hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t kiss you until you ask me to, and you will” he winked before stepping back and putting his arm out for me.

“You’re delusional” I giggled rolling my eyes taking his arm. We walked towards the enterance and kitty Renfeild stood outside with a camera. “Hey y/n- and y/n’s handsome date” 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 “going have to get a little closer now love” he pulled me into his body. The flick of jealously I felt from kitty’s 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. “Have fun” 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. “Has Kol Mikaelson ever been to a high school prom?” I asked him smiling up. “Oh I’ve been to my fair share of dances, balls and whatever was going on in the 1920s but never a prom” he laughed catching my eyes. “And I’ve never had such a gorgeous date to attend any of these events with” he winked. “Quite the charmer ain’t you” I nudged him gently.

“Y/n? What’s this all about?”. I look up and see Elena, Bonnie and Caroline all staring at me like I’m an alien. Or, staring at Kol like he’s an alien. “Hey girls…” I trailed off as my heart started pounding. Kol clearly picked up on it because his grip round my waist became tighter. “I 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 her” “what” Carolin blinked in horror. “He’s a Mikaelson y/n” Elena widened her eyes at me. “He doesn’t want to be involved anymore” I shook my head at her hoping they’d find some way to look at this differently. “You can’t trust him- he’s a vampire” Bonnie hissed at me, her face pulled into disgust. “Well that’s why I’ve braught him- to see if I can trust him” I told them with a little bit of a shrug. The girls all looked round at each other. “I’m done with all klaus’s shit, I want to prove that- not necessarily to you guys but to y/n” he told them blankly. “I’m sorry y/n, but I don’t like it” Elena stepped back before rushing off into the crowd. Kol rolled his eyes at her “she’s always so dramatic”. “I…” Caroline trailed off not knowing what to say in this situation.

“I’m going to get some air, will you be alright for a second” I tapped Kol on the bicep. “Yes gorgeous” 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. “Y/n, i didn’t expect to see you here”. 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. Klaus’s eyes illuminated orange as fear spread across my face. “Klaus- what have you done…” I whispered blinking at the lifeless girl.

“I came to create a massacre, I’d say I’m going to start with you but I’ve already started” 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. “Why are you doing this?” 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. “Because i simply can” he smirked reaching out for my hair. I pushed his hand away from me scrunching my face up. “That was stupid” his eyes lit up again as anger starting to corse through his veins. I saw his jaw tighten emphasising his anger. “It was stupid to come out alone anyway” he grunted and my last thought was about to be ‘klaus is right’. 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. “She didn’t come alone brother” Kol raised his eyebrows. Once klaus stood up he flicked his eyes between us assessing the situation.

“A human?” Klaus chuckled from a distance. “I thought you were into witches” “I thought you were into Caroline but we all know how that worked out” Kol walked closer to me standing in front of me as if he was a shield. “What are you playing at Kol?” “I like her, and you aren’t going to touch a hair on her head without going through me” Kol answered folding his arms across his chest. Klaus laughed, it went right through me making my blood boil. “I could easily get through you” “so do it” Kol shrugged letting his arms lose once again. “I’m sure we will see each other real soon little brother” klaus nodded before vamp running away into the forest. Kol turned around and came to me fussing and checking I was okay. “Kol! I’m fine- do you realise how many people you just saved” I questioned almost weak from the shock of his protection. “I don’t care y/n, you are my priority, when you’re with me you will be safe I’ll make sure of it” he told me brushing a finger down my cheek. I felt my cheeks going red. He made me feel emotions I’d 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. There’s 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 scent—spice 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. “It’s a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.”

or

Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she won’t survive.

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Disorderly Conduct

Series: Crimes and Misdemeanors

Word Count: 10,000

Warnings: Esther herself is a freaking warning, some more non-consensual stuff... like biting. Graphic imagery and maybe some language.

Summary: (Sequel to Vandal) Kol Mikaelson had insisted he was your friend. He had insisted you could trust him. That boy's lies just keep compounding. || Kol x HOH!reader || Here lies my Masterlist

A/N: This may have to be the last thing I write for a while. I just got my first job - it's full time and I'm having a bit of a hard time adjusting from having all the time in the world to having like two hours. I'm really sorry to those who have made requests. I hope to get around to them eventually.

Story Begins Below

Hunger…

Looking into his eyes, you saw only hunger. Dark, unnatural, insatiable hunger. There was no soul in them. Only a wicked, animalistic craving. 

It wasn't supposed to be like that. He wasn't supposed to be like that.  

You had thought Kol's eyes to be empty pits when first you'd met him, but that had changed the closer the two of you became. His eyes weren't supposed to be dark or empty when they looked at you. Kol's eyes were supposed to be warm, full of life and light, and something that always threatened to make your knees buckle. His eyes were supposed to be like steaming hot chocolate - inviting, comforting, something to warm your stomach and ease your troubled heart. 

Kol wasn't supposed to eye you as though he craved to ravish you and leave your corpse on the street to rot. That boy was supposed to hold you close, watching over you as if he would be content to do so forever.

You remembered how he'd looked at you the night before. Sitting atop your kitchen counter, with Kol between your legs, his hands on your hips, gripping you just right. You remembered how he'd looked at you then. When he'd said your parents couldn't take you away from him.

He'd looked hungry then too, but not like this. His eyes had been so warm and gentle. Those were the eyes of a sweet boy who cared about you.

These were the eyes of a monster.

Infinitely more disturbing was the sense that you'd seen him this way before. This very same image had flashed through your imagination too many times to count. You'd sketched it out - the blackness that consumed his eyes, spreading out through cracks down his porcelain cheeks. With pencil and paper, you had shaded his petal-soft lips and the vicious razor-sharp fangs behind them. You had never seen, yet you had known. 

How could you possibly have known?

Vaguely, as though from far away, you heard yourself scream. 

Tears stung your eyes, blurring your vision, and you watched in horror as the monster bared its teeth - its terrible, flesh-shredding teeth - and reached for you. A helpless sob escaped your throat and you felt your feet stumbling back - numb and useless. The world lurched sideways as your foot slipped off the last step of his front porch. Your ankle rolled from under you, and you cried out as you collapsed onto the gravel driveway. Pain seared white hot in your ankle but you ignored it and scrambled back, heedless of the gravel beneath you as it shredded your palms. 

Anything to get away from that freak.

Then the monster froze in its pursuit. Its pale hand dropped harmlessly to its side and you watched as those deadly canines receded. The ravenous blackness in his eyes faded until soft, milk chocolate stared down at you... and there stood your friend again. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. 

Kol was right there - with messy hair and soft eyes, just as sweet as he was supposed to be. You wanted to run to him, wanted to let him hold you, wanted to bask in the comfort he always provided. He was the one who had believed you. He was the one to reassure you - who had promised you weren't crazy. And all along, lurking under his skin, was a monster itching to tear you apart.

Before a tear could slip down your face, a soft breeze fluttered through your hair and you felt yourself being hauled to your feet. Kol's warm, familiar arms wrapped themselves around your back and you shrieked as he pulled you into his chest.

"No! No, let me go!" You tried to push yourself away but you would have had better luck attempting to escape an iron cage. With a soft sigh, the boy lowered his head, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You couldn't stop shaking. "Please-"

Kol shushed your protests and tears rolled down your cheeks as his perfectly soft lips found your pulse. He kissed you sweetly - gentle and chaste. You whimpered, chest heaving with unsteady breaths, and he held you tighter. Kol kissed you again, a little slower this time, a little less chaste. Your breaths evened out a little, turning to small, quickened puffs of mist in the early morning air. 

"It's okay, my sweet. You don't have to be afraid," Kol murmured into your skin. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"But you're-"

"Not human?" He guessed. Kol smiled against your neck before kissing your pulse again. "No, I'm not."

You couldn't help it. Kol had always had this near-magical effect. He made you feel safe. You relaxed just a fraction and his arms tightened around you.

"You-you don't… You don't wanna hurt me?"

The boy chuckled, a darkly amused rumble you could feel in his chest.

"I don't believe that's what I said." 

You stiffened, but Kol shook his head, rubbing your back soothingly before you could work yourself up to panicking again. He shushed you quietly and left two more kisses against your throat. 

"No need to get so worked up, darling. I said I won't hurt you. It's a conscious choice," He whispered. "I don't intend to change it."

You could take that comfort for the moment. Fisting his shirt, you let yourself melt into his arms - you couldn't escape him anyway. What point was there in fighting?

You felt him tug on the sleeve of your hoodie, drawing the fabric off your shoulder. He skimmed his lips over the exposed skin with all the pressure of an autumn breeze. You pressed yourself closer to him and he returned the favor, humming contentedly. His sweet as caramel butterfly kisses made you want to forget everything you'd seen. Because how could this kind, attentive friend of yours be a killer? 

His hands dropped down to your hips. There was no telling how many people he'd hurt - how many he'd killed. Yet, you let him touch you anyway. You just couldn't seem to run from him - not when you had nowhere to run to. How pathetic was that?

"All this time… All those people?" You hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. The thought turned your stomach. "It was all you?"

Kol inhaled sharply and a tiny, dazed part of your brain was surprised he reacted at all. He shook his head vehemently, fingers digging into your hips - into the bruises he'd left the day before. It hurt.

"No," He promised. "No, that wasn't me. I haven't killed anyone… i-in this town anyway."

So he had killed. Your only friend was a murderer.

You sniffed, shaking your head. The boy groaned.

"Darling, please don't be upset? Listen, you've done nothing wrong-"

"-You're a murderer," You cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Yet, I'm still here. That's wrong."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been asleep for nearly one hundred years. I swear I haven't killed anyone since I woke up."

"That doesn't mean anything." A choked sob escaped your lips and you fisted his shirt tighter, fingernails digging into your palms. "You were supposed to be my friend!" 

"I don't want to be your friend." He pushed his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "I want more from you than that."

"I don't care what you want," You seethed. "All you've ever done is lie!"

"That's not true," He insisted. "I could have let you think you were mad, but I didn't."

"And now what?" You demanded. "You want me to stick around? Trust you?"

The boy hummed, pleased. "That would be ideal, yes."

"This is just some sick game to you, isn't it?" The thought hurt.

"It was," He said, nodding slightly, rubbing his cheek against your hair. "Not anymore though, otherwise, I'd have killed you by now."

You laughed but there was no humor in it. "Oh yeah? And what makes me just so special?" 

"I think I'll leave you to find that out for yourself," The boy said with a smirk. "For now, it suffices me to say that you're interesting, fun, and I like your attitude."

"Tell you what," He said, chuckling. "Give me five days. You can stay here, and I can prove I mean you no harm."

"And we're back to this again - I'm just supposed to trust you? Right off the bat?"

"What? No!" You protested. "I can't just… stay in your house!"

"Why not? My family's loaded," He reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, the way I see it, you really don't have anywhere else to go. Unless you want to check into the loony bin?"

You bit your lip. He had you there. 

"And what happens after five days?" You asked.

"If all goes well, you give me your trust, and I'll give you the best night of your life." 

You didn't have to see his face to hear the smirk in his voice. Despite everything, his cheeky flirting still made you laugh. It was a little hysterical, born from shock, residual fear, and prominent sleep deprivation, but it was there nonetheless. After all, it wasn't much of a choice you had to make. You could either take Kol's offer or check yourself into the loony bin and let a bunch of doctors pump you full of drugs until your best friend became nothing more than a bad dream. 

Both options sounded like a death trap. At least being eaten by a vampire was a cool way to die. 

Reaching up, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. It was Kol's turn to tense this time, as though he couldn't believe your actions could be real. Then the boy's shoulders relaxed and his body curled around you a little further, almost protectively, though that seemed too good to be true. His voice quieted further, morphing into something reverent. 

"I promise you can trust me," He vowed.

Perhaps he was lying. 

But what choice did you have?

"Okay," You breathed. The boy hummed and you could feel him smile. 

Lifting his head, Kol pressed a kiss to your temple and one to your cheek. He hesitated for a moment. You felt his warm, cinnamon breath ghost over your skin. Slowly, his lips settled onto your pulse again and he waited for your reaction. Your breath caught, but you didn't push him away. What surprised you was how tentative he was. Kol opened his mouth and slowly latched onto your sweet spot.

His lips lit your body on fire and you whimpered, knees buckling as he kissed you - slow and filthy and deep. He sucked roughly on your skin but somehow he made it feel sweet, going slow, being patient, easing up when you flinched - it felt like more of a message - more of a promise - than a demand for something. Tugging lightly on your hair, he urged you to tip your head back, and you obliged, granting him greater access. 

"Good girl," He mumbled. His voice sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. Kol swept his tongue along your pulse and your insides felt like molten glass. You sighed. A few more seconds and you were sure to fall apart.

Then the enormous double doors behind him opened. Kol broke away from you with a groan, untangling his fingers from your hair. He flicked them in a casual wave to whoever stood behind him.

"G'morning, Mum!"

Your heart stuttered and your face flushed hotter than the sun. You were lucky the top of your head didn't pass his shoulder.

"Kol." The woman's voice was cold and sharp.

"How are we this fine morning?" His tone was nothing but innocent. Meanwhile, his hands dropped down to grab your thighs. In one swift movement, he hiked your legs up around his torso and held you like a little kid. Only then did he turn around. You buried your face in his shoulder with an embarrassed noise you couldn't define. 

What an excellent first impression you were making!

"I certainly hope I didn't just hear this young lady scream," His mother said. She didn't sound very happy with him.

Kol simply shrugged. "Not yet, but the day's still young." 

"What have you been up to?" She demanded. 

"Nothing too nefarious, right love?" He nudged your cheek and you clutched into him tighter. 

"Uhhh…." Words seemed utterly unattainable all of a sudden.

Kol laughed and kissed your cheek. "You'll have to forgive this one," He said. "She's a little shy." His fingers dug into your thighs and you jumped. He thought it was hilarious.

"Can this young woman not speak for herself?" Kol's mother asked, voice hardening even further if that were possible. 

You shook your head in the most imperceptible motion you could. If the rest of his family was anything like he was, then it was probably best to act like a harmless plaything than an intelligent threat. Luckily, Kol seemed to get the message. Two taps against your left thigh followed by a subtle squeeze.

"Oh, she can!" He said - innocent as ever. "But we've only just come to an understanding and I'd rather not have you scaring her off."

"I see."

You got the feeling Kol didn't care for his mother all that much. Moreover, the feeling unfortunately seemed mutual.

"Who the bloody hell is this?" A new voice joined the conversation. This speaker was also feminine and she at least sounded alive, however, you had no plans of turning to face her.

"Nobody important," Kol replied. Your heart sank. 

"That's Nobody Important?" The voice was oddly familiar. It took you a second to place it. Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol's sister. "Wait a second… is she the artist who drew all those messed-up pictures of everyone?" You couldn't help groaning. Rebekah laughed. "I take it that's a yes." She paused. "Does she know about…"

The boy grinned. "She's been informed."

"Ah." Rebekah nodded. "That was the screaming, I presume."

"Indeed, it's all sorted now though. Right, love?" He prompted, carding his fingers through your hair.

"Oh, uh… yeah." Perhaps your usual terse responses would be taken for stupidity. "We made a deal."  

He nodded as though that was exactly what you were supposed to say.

"That we did. Y/N's going to be staying with us for a few days," He explained, swinging you back and forth a little bit with the cheekiest grin possible. 

"Absolutely not," His mother said. You flinched and Kol's grip on you tightened as though this woman would try to take you away from him. 

"Why?"

"I know you, my son," She answered coolly. "You kill, maim, and torture, reveling in the lives you end-"

As the woman spoke, images flashed through your head. They were blurry, out of focus - moving too quick to take in - but all of them were stained red. It was odd. Those images - they almost felt as though they didn't belong to you. It felt like watching through a window where the curtains are closed but not all the way. Distantly, you thought you heard Kol laugh… but that couldn't have been right because he was growling viciously. You shivered and he held onto you tighter. 

"-I will not so much as consider housing a guest until you learn some semblance of control," She finished.

"My control is fine," Kol spat with contempt. Growing serious, he lowered you to the ground. Searing pain shot through your ankle as you absentmindedly rested weight on it. You flinched, wavering, and the boy shot you a concerned glance. You shook your head slightly and instead leaned into his side. Kol slipped his arm around your back to support you.

"I've yet to see evidence of that," His mother said. She waved a hand towards you. "This child can barely stand, Kol. What have you done to her?"

Your friend ground his teeth but you squeezed his arm.

"That was my fault, m'am," You spoke up. "I tripped. It was a misunderstanding."

Kol's mother narrowed her eyes, her expression pinched and sour. It wasn't hard to tell that she'd already judged you to be dim and unimportant with no more than a glance in your direction. Her golden blond hair matched the rest of her features - straight, rigid, and utterly impeccable. Studying her appearance, the artist in you kicked in. You supposed you could see the familial resemblance between mother and son in their facial structure, yet at the same time, the two couldn't have been more different. It was in the eyes, you thought. Kol's were milk chocolate - warm and playful. This woman’s were an arctic glacier - frigid and hard.

"I doubt you understand much of anything pertaining to my son," She said through tight lips. You blinked.

That was uncalled for.

You were relieved to note that you weren't the only one who thought so. Kol snarled and, standing beside her mother, Rebekah frowned.

"Mother, I don't think-" The girl began. 

"Silence, Rebekah," Her mother commanded. The girl's mouth snapped shut. The woman's cold eyes flicked back to you. "What is your name, child?"

You swallowed thickly. "Y-Y/N, m'am."

"Y/N," She addressed. "My name is Esther. I am well aware of how charming my son can be when he so desires something, but heed this my warning. You do not know him. He cannot control himself and his lack of restraint will not make an exception for you."

"He's done a pretty good job so far." You weren't sure where the bite in your tone came from - it was unlike you - but you didn't regret it. You didn't like the way she talked about Kol, about her son. She spoke like he was nothing more than an animal - wild and ravenous. He was more than that. He was kind.

"Erase her memories and send her home. This meeting never happened." She moved to turn around, discouraging any further discussion. 

A sardonic smile curled at the blonde woman's lips, but there was nothing friendly about it. She waved her hand dismissively. "I say again, you know nothing of what you speak. His patience is limited and as it wanes, his appetite for you will only grow. You are human; you will bleed and my son will attack. I gave my word to this village's authority to keep my children in line. I will not allow your life to end the same way as so many others." Just like that, she was done speaking to you, turning away as though you simply weren't worth her time. She redirected her attention to Kol. 

"No!" The boy beside you snapped. 

Esther paused. Slowly, her head turned to eye Kol over her shoulder. She raised a brow. For a tense moment that felt like an eternity, all was silent.

"No?" Her voice was clipped - a challenge and a warning. "You would defy me, my son?"

Rebekah's wide eyes flicked rapidly between her mother and brother worriedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she shot you a pitying glance but didn't attempt to speak up. Next to you, Kol stiffened and his fingers pressed into your waist. It shocked you to note that, incredulous as it seemed, Kol was terrified of this woman. You could almost taste it in the air - something tangy, copper… pain. But to his credit, he didn't back down. 

"I gave my word she could stay," He said. His voice was firm but you could feel his hand trembling. "This whole bloody town believes her to be insane. Her own parents intend to send her to a lunatic asylum and it's my fault. I ruined her reputation and as much as I may wish I could fix it, I can't compel an entire town. This is the best I can do to make repremends." 

He held that woman's cold, cold eyes for a full minute, unblinking, and you had to admire the sort of constitution such a display of sheer willpower would require. You wouldn't have been able to do that.

"It's true," Rebekah finally added, coming to her brother's aid. "All of it. Kol practically ruined the poor girl's life!"

You flinched. She was right, but you couldn't exactly dwell on that at the moment. The frying pan was the least of your worries so long as you remained in the fire.

Esther's gaze returned to you, wordlessly prompting you to voice your standing. 

You nodded, opting to stare at her feet instead of her face. Her feet were intimidating enough. "They're right. I-I have nowhere else to go," You admitted in hardly more than a whisper. "Kol promised."

Esther's expression soured further. She glared at you as though you'd offered her insult in suggesting that her son might not be the foulest creature on the planet. He wasn't. He'd been kind, a good friend - and that was better than you received from most.

"You wouldn't make a liar out of me, would you?" Kol challenged, daring to proffer a self-satisfied smirk. 

You were suddenly overwhelmingly grateful that looks did not, in fact, possess the potency required to kill. Otherwise, you were quite sure your life would have been rendered forfeit by the icy glare Esther sent your way. 

"On the contrary." The woman smiled thinly. "It's about time you displayed a little honor, my son. I would do well to encourage this sort of behavior. Very well. Bring her inside."

Kol sent her the most glaringly false smile you'd ever seen. 

"Thanks, Mum!" He held out his other arm for you to hold onto and you took it, wincing as tested a little weight on your left foot. Kol adjusted his grip on your waist to better take on most of your weight before he helped you up the front steps. "Take it easy, love. We'll get you something to eat… Oh, and mother?" He paused just before passing through the door. Esther hummed, facing him. He flashed her a sneer. 

"You may be the architect of my curse, but you've been dead for one thousand years. Do not presume to know me or my limits."

Esther sculpted her expression into an approximation of something motherly. "Very well."

The rest of the day flew by in something of a shell-shocked haze. Kol made you breakfast, showed you around his house, and left you alone to stow your backpack full of essentials in a guest bedroom. After you finished with that, you sat on the unfamiliar bed, struggling to process everything you'd been exposed to in one day. You weren't sure how long you spent just staring off into space. It could have been minutes - it could have been hours.

A muffled noise drew you from your reverie and you looked up to see Rebekah's blonde head poking through the doorway. She smiled and you switched your hearing aids back on.

"Sorry, what?"

"My brothers and I were just about to play a game," She said, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. "Kol thought it might be nice to invite you… since you haven't left this room in two hours. Would you like to join us?"

Two hours? That sure looked pathetic. 

You stood, straightening your paint-stained hoodie. "Um, sure. What are you guys playing?" 

Thankfully, your ankle had long since quit bothering you after Kol had made you some tea with breakfast. He'd said it would help your injury and sure enough, the swelling had gone down along with the pain. 

"No idea!" She chirped. "Come on, everyone's waiting downstairs."

"O-okay." 

Hugging your arms around yourself, you trailed after the deadly cheerleader as she skipped down to the first floor and into their kitchen which was easily as big as your entire house. Gathered there around a table that had to be made of mahogany, sat three men whose names you knew despite having never before met them. Rebekah moved to join them but you reached forward and caught her sleeve. She turned back, raising a brow.

Your voice faltered. "Um, w-where's Kol?"

"Allocating some playing cards," The only blond of the three men answered. He was sketching something - a portrait by the looks of it - the quality of which was exquisite. "He'll be back shortly."

Your mouth worked faster than your brain. "You guys don't have any playing cards?" You asked.

Another man, this one brunette and dressed in an expensive suit, tossed a hand in your direction. "You see, Niklaus? Even this one agrees."

The blond man, Niklaus, rolled his eyes. 

"My apologies if I'm not overly fond of solitaire!"

The man in the suit huffed and turned to you. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced, I am Elijah," He said. You waved - stiff and awkward - prompting a twitch of his lips. 

"Hi," You mumbled. "I'm Y/N Y/LN."

He nodded. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." How old had Kol said he and his siblings were? This one certainly talked like he could be one thousand. "These are my brothers, Finn and Niklaus." He gestured to each of them. 

"That's Klaus to you," The blond man snapped, rather irritably. "I suppose that makes you Kol's latest toy? I'd heard he'd brought another one home."

You stiffened. Even if you'd had the slightest clue how to respond to that, you were cut off before you had the chance.

"Another one?" The other brunette - Finn - snorted. "You say that as if it's typical for our brother's playthings to last this long." He turned to you, eyes hard and unreadable. "Can you sing?"

The sudden topic change threw you.

"Uh…" You blinked. "N-no more than other people, I think?"

Finn hummed, eyes returning to his book. "Not like Dolcina then."

"Finn-" 

Elijah held up a hand, cutting off his sister's warning. "This is important, why?" 

"Inquiring after our little brother's type, are we, Finn?" Klaus added with a smirk.

The eldest of the siblings scoffed. "Our brother's type is anything with a pulse. Dolcina was merely the only other of his dalliances to survive long enough to meet the rest of us." He shot you a sour glance out of the corner of his eye. "Seeing as they have nothing in common, I doubt this one will fare much better."

As your eyes connected for the briefest second, it was like something out of a dream. An overwhelming rush of noise and color flooded your thoughts. The impressions felt like memories, but they weren't - at least, not yours. 

Just as before, it was sounds at first, beginning with a voice - a pleasant song that morphed into a shrill scream. Distantly, you caught the notes of a hauntingly familiar, musical laugh - something like a bubbling spring. Innocent, boyish laughter. Soft words whispered to a dying girl. Warm hands. A vice-like grip. 

Blooming like impressions in watercolor, a face you'd never seen before rendered itself in your imagination. Tresses of golden blonde hair spilled out over a stone surface - the flooring of a Catholic monastery, though you weren't sure how you knew that. Glazed, dead eyes stared up endlessly, their crystal blue shade contrasting starkly with the scarlet hues staining her throat and soaking through her once pure white dress. More bite marks littered her arms, chest, and back and those were just the ones you could see. You didn't want to know how many were covered by her clothes. A rosary hung from the mutilated mess that was her neck - she was meant to be a nun one day.

You saw petal-soft lips stained with red and black abyssal eyes. Dark, tousled hair with hints of caramel catching the fading sunlight. A charming smile and dagger-like teeth.

You gasped and the images faded. The unbidden daydream lasted mere heartbeats but each one felt to you like an eternity. 

What had you just seen?

You didn't realize how much you were trembling until Rebekah wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Cut it out, Finn. You're scaring the poor thing!" 

You snapped your head to her, eyes wide. She frowned and rubbed your arm soothingly but you were already halfway to a panic attack. 

"Good," The man said dryly. "She could use a little common sense." He shook his head, mumbling under his breath, "Foolish girl." 

The condescension in his tone was tangible enough to cut with a knife and with how hot your temper flared at his implication, you were surprised you refrained from attacking him. Of course trusting your life to the hands of a vampire wasn't the smartest course of action. You knew that! You simply didn't have any other choice! Yet he had the audacity to assume you were doing this because of some childish crush?

He assumed he could see through you. He didn't know anything.

You were glad your shaking fists could still pass for the nerves of a timid teenager.

Before you could come up with a retort, Klaus' head shot up - alert. "Incoming." He pointed. Seconds later, Kol appeared in the doorway. Quite literally. It was as though he materialized out of thin air.

"I got it!" He announced, holding a deck of cards aloft victoriously. "Now can we decide what we're playing, please?" 

"Oh, oh! Poker?" Rebekah suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The dark-haired boy moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your temple before guiding you to sit beside him at the table where he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. 

Across from you, Elijah grimaced. "No thank you, sister. I believe I owe you and Kol enough favors already."

"That's only because you can't bluff, mate," Kol assured, whipping the cards from the box. "I'm sure you'll get better at it in another thousand years or so."

He split the deck to begin shuffling but Elijah reached out and snatched them from his hands.

"I may make a poor bluff," He said, quickly layering the cards both forward and back. "But you are a flagrant cheat."

"I am not!"

"You count cards and rig the deck. That's cheating."

"And that's why I prefer Baccarat," Kol countered.

"My point still stands."

"Besides," Klaus added, sounding bored. He gestured to you, "this one's got nothing to wager." Then he paused and raised a brow, smirking. "Unless, of course, you'd be willing to tap a vein, love."

Under the table, you clasped Kol's hand and that boy could count himself lucky that he was superhumanly durable as he'd explained to you earlier. The pressure of your grip turned your knuckles as pale as your face. He gave you a reassuring squeeze in return and your trembling lessened slightly. Perhaps it was foolish to take comfort from him, but of the murderers surrounding you, at least he was the most familiar.

"Don't be an ass, Nik." Kol scowled, pulling your chair a little closer to his.

Klaus just shrugged. "Just making a suggestion," He said. The expression he wore was that of a very satisfied wolf. "No need to get so uptight, brother. After all, what's a friendly game of poker without some interesting stakes?"

An uncomfortable blush warmed your cheeks as you bit your lip, shrinking in your seat. On your other side, Rebekah huffed.

"Quit being creepy - all of you!" She demanded. "Bloody hell. Elijah, back me up on this!"

The man in the suit didn't so much as glance up from the cards he was shuffling. 

"I would if I thought my doing so would make a difference, sister," He said in a tone so dry you might mistake the humor in it for a mirage. "Please excuse my brother's lack of tact, Miss. L/N. Finn is anxious and uncomfortable in his new surroundings whereas Niklaus, I believe, is jealous that Kol seems to have made a friend."

"I'm not jealous," Klaus grumbled. "I'm suspicious."

"Paranoid," Elijah corrected. He continued shuffling. Had you not been quite so intimidated, confused, and agitated, you might have noted that his shuffling was likely better than some dealers on the Las Vegas strip. 

"What's your favorite card game, Y/N?" Rebekah asked. Her's was likely an attempt to put you at ease and though failed, you appreciated it all the same.

"Oh, um…" Tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, you thought for a moment, searching through your brain for games that five immortal siblings might find entertaining. You arrived at a surprising conclusion. "Do you guys know how to play B.S?"

An hour later, after explaining the rules, the six of you were on your second game. 

"One King," You lied, laying the four of hearts face down on the pile of cards stacked in the center of the table. 

Kol eyed you for a moment but didn't call you out. He withdrew a selection of cards from his hand and followed suit. 

"Three aces," He said evenly. 

"Bullshit!" Klaus called around a mouthful of pretzels. Apparently, a bottle of whiskey and three bowls of salted bread twists were what qualified as a viable evening meal in this house. You weren't going to question it, though you opted for a bowl of cereal instead.

"Alright." Kol shrugged, smirking. "Go ahead and check then."

"Rebekah put down an ace on her first turn," Klaus reasoned. "You really expect me to believe that out of six other people, you just so happen to have the other three?"

You glanced down at your cards and frowned. You held the ace of clubs. So either Kol had managed to slip an ace up his sleeve - which would hardly reward him in this game - or someone was lying. (Not exactly surprising considering that was the whole point.)

Kol leaned back in his chair, smug as a bug. "Seems like you've got me all figured out."

"Are you going to call it or not?" Elijah pressed. 

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "I'm calling it."

Grinning, Kol reached forward and flipped the top three cards of the deck face-up. There sat the ace of diamonds, the ace of spades, and the ace of hearts.

"Read 'em and weep, Nik."

"Bloody hell, that's half the deck."

"And it's all yours."

Klaus groaned and, as per the rules, took the whole stack into his hand. 

"This is what happens when you suspect everyone of bullshit," Elijah chided, laying down two cards to start a fresh pile. "Two twos."

"I suspect everyone because everyone is suspect!" The blond exclaimed, reorganizing his now enormous hand. "Looking through this, I don't think Rebekah's played a legitimate card this whole game!"

"Hey! I have too!" She claimed. "There's a three in there somewhere."

"Not where it's supposed to be," He retorted. Then the hybrid jabbed a finger in your direction. "And you-" He emphasized. You jumped just a little. "-are lucky your heart is already racing just as fast as a rabbits, otherwise, I could have called you out for half of this."

You tried your best to smile, shrugging. 

You continued playing until the rest of Kol's siblings called for a mercy rule having lost to Finn nine times out of thirteen. Elijah cleaned up the cards and Rebekah was kind enough to bid you goodnight as you quietly announced that you would be heading to bed.

It startled you when Kol materialized by your side once you were halfway up the stairs and you nearly tripped. Luckily, he reacted and placed a steadying hand on the small of your back, flashing you an almost apologetic smile. Silence stretched on between you as he walked you - like an old-fashioned gentleman - back to the guest bedroom he'd designated was yours for the time being. It wasn't awkward, but he'd reached to hold your hand and you had shied away from his touch, wrapping your arms around yourself instead. 

Reaching the cream-colored door, he held it open for you, smirking in that infuriatingly cheeky way of his. "My lady…" He waved you inside and you flushed, ducking your head as you passed by him.

The second you were fully within the room, Kol kicked the door shut behind him and brushed past you before flopping back onto the bed. The rapid movement made you flinch. 

He looked up at you expectantly with those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of his, smiling. A chill ran down your spine as you took in the sight. Though you didn't understand how, the fact remained: you had seen things - glimpses of horrors you didn't want to fathom. Yet, trying to equate this sweet boy with the ravenous monster you knew was lurking beneath his skin was like trying to compare a baby fox to a Panzer. 

How were you supposed to keep yourself safe if you couldn't see him as a threat? His true face was monstrous but by the time his fangs came out it would be too late for you. In front of you, all you could see was your friend. But what of his family's warnings?

The teasing, enthusiastic smile faded from his lips. He sat up and his brows drew together with concern. "Darling, is something the matter?"

You stood hardly a step from the doorway - stiff and unsure - rubbing your wrist nervously. 

"I-I, uh… It's nothing," You told him, trying to smile reassuringly.

"Really?" Kol raised a brow. You hummed and he narrowed his eyes. "That's odd, because you look like you've seen a ghost."

A heavy sigh escaped your lungs. You'd been holding it in all day.

"You've been a good, uh, friend to me, Kol." You paused. "Well… sort of. Y-You're trying to make up for it, I know. Point is, I don't wanna hurt your feelings." 

It was a bit of a surprise to note that, not only did you want to avoid going to a mental health institution, but you also didn't want to see the smile slip from that boy's face. You liked it when he smiled.

He got to his feet and took a step toward you. "Love, I-"

A mess of blonde hair and blood flickered behind your eyes. You could almost see the blood on his hands.

Drawing a shuddering breath, you shuffled back a few places, half-hoping you might meld yourself into the wall if you tried hard enough. Kol stopped, eyes wide with first confusion and then hurt.

"Darling, I'm not… I'm not going to hurt you. Remember?" 

"You say that." You shook your head. "But five other people are telling me the opposite."

His jaw clenched, and he nodded bitterly. "Do you believe them?" He asked.

"I don't want to."

Kol met your eyes for a moment and it happened again. 

You saw green, a forest surrounding you. Trembling hands, warm and slick with blood. A searing pain like nothing you'd ever felt twisted your stomach and traveled upward, burning your throat. You heard a voice, alien in its vulnerability but familiar all the same. Words of a language you didn't understand flowed out in oceans of choked sobs - a cry for help, though you shouldn't have known that. 

And no one ever came.

Kol cursed and tore his eyes away. The connection broke and you blinked away the afterimages burned into your memories.

"I asked you for five days," He said, voice wavering. "Will you grant them to me?"

"I don't know…"

"I understand that you're frightened and confused, but you have to give me a chance," He insisted. That boy's eyes darkened. "You're not supposed to be like everyone else."

He had to use your own words against you.

"I'm trying not to be." Shuffling your feet, you took one step away from the wall. The smile he sent you was strained but it was there all the same as he reached out to offer you his hand. You took it and he tugged you toward the bed where he sat down again. Your cheeks burned and your stomach did backflips - fear mixed with something entirely different. His smile and hands were gentle as he guided you to straddle his lap. Your hands settled naturally on his shoulders and you were pleasantly surprised when he rested his own respectfully on your waist. 

"Y/N, my love, I know this is a lot to take in," He said, looking you in the eyes. "But from the very beginning, I haven't changed. You met me as I am right now. Now, I know things can't go back to how they were, but you don't have to act as though I'm someone else."

You'd never been afraid to share exactly what was on your mind with your best friend. Kol was still that boy. 

You bit your lip, nodding. When you spoke, your voice came out quiet and hoarse. 

"So if I told you the truth and said that even though I know I should be scared out of my mind, I still feel safer when I'm with you - i-if I said that, what would you say?" You wouldn't look him in the eyes, instead focusing on picking a loose thread from his jacket. Kol just hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. He pulled you in closer, resting his cheek on your hair.

"I think I would be thrilled to hear that," He said, with just a hint of a smile in his tone. "And I would have to wonder if perhaps that confession might be an invitation to stay?"

"I think it's more of a request actually," You murmured, resting your head on his chest. His jacket smelled like burning pine and brown sugar - an odd combination but nice all the same. 

"Well, in that case-" He pulled away and flashed you an eager smile. "-movie?"

"Just until I fall asleep?" You asked.

"Just until you fall asleep."

"And then you'll leave?"

He nodded solemnly so you knew he meant it. "If that's what you want."

Then you smiled for him - your real smile and, looking into his eyes, you thought you saw a meadow bathed in sunshine. 

"Have you ever seen Lilo and Stitch?" You wondered.

Kol shook his head, chuckling softly. "Love, if it came out after 1914, it's a safe bet to assume I haven't seen it."

"Well, would you like to?"

"Is it any good?" He asked, mimicking your unsure tone. This was still your best friend - his teasing still made you giggle.

You shoved his shoulder a little. "Okay smart-alec. Where's the remote in this joint?"

"No idea." He frowned, tilting his head like a puppy. "Have you not found it? I only know where mine is."

"We can watch it in your room."

For whatever reason, just speaking those words sent a thrill through your body - something like electricity and butterflies. 

Kol eyed you with a cautious sort of hope. "You'd be comfortable with that?"

You nodded. "I wanna trust you."

The boy grinned and it was one of those smiles that looked like it could be made of light. 

"You never stop surprising me," He mused, almost to himself. You glanced away, smiling though you didn't quite understand why. 

"I try." 

"And I love it," He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His cinnamon and spice breath ghosted over the shell of your ear when he spoke again. "May I carry you?"

You frowned and tried to ignore the rush of heat invading your cheeks and creeping lower. "Y-You want to?"

"Very much so, angel." 

Your voice sounded very small. "Okay."

Far too slowly for your own good, Kol slid his hands from your waist over the swell of your hips, then down and around to the backs of your thighs. His grip tightened until your breath hitched in your throat. Your whole body was trembling but you weren't scared - not of him. 

"Is this alright?" He asked huskily. You knew you were in trouble when he looked up through his lashes and met your eyes again to be sure. It was so sweet - he was so sweet. 

If you spoke, you would surely make a fool of yourself. You couldn't seem to drum up any kind of language so you just nodded and quickly buried your face in his shoulder. 

"Thank you, angel," He whispered, lifting you easily as he got to his feet. You probably weighed less than a feather to him. 

He pulled you in flush against his chest. You could feel each breath he took and could hear his heartbeat. (You were a little surprised he had one.) Kol was warm - so very warm. Being carried by him was like being rocked to sleep, by the time you reached his room you were fully content to remain in his arms forever. After turning on the TV in his room, he laid back on his bed, still cradling you like a little kid. For once, you didn't mind - it only felt… adoring when he did it. 

He asked if you wanted him to put you down. You said no.

By the time Stitch's spaceship crash-landed on Earth, you were already half asleep. 

***

Poor thing was three sheets to the wind as soon as he'd started the movie. It was so sweet to watch her struggle to stay awake. She gave it all she had but once he'd started combing his finger through her hair, that girl was a goner. 

His little artist was practically lying on top of him, completely vulnerable in every way, and yet she felt safe enough to fall asleep. 

How bloody extraordinary. 

He turned off the movie and she shifted, nuzzling closer to him. Kol smiled. It wasn't even a malicious smile like he was so used to putting on. It was a smile he couldn't keep off his face. That girl had every reason to hate his guts and yet still - even after everything he'd done - she chose him. 

No one else would do that. No one else ever had.

So Kol had to smile as he rested his cheek on her hair. She had soft hair. He closed his eyes just for a second, basking in her warmth, taking in her scent, reveling in the pulse he could feel just beneath her soft, soft skin. Sure he had one, but it was weak, hardly there at all. Hers was strong and tempting - like a lullaby he wanted to sink his teeth into.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him then and it was odd because he really hadn't been that tired. He fought it of course, because he'd promised to take his little artist back to her room once she fell asleep but his limbs felt so heavy. Slowing his thoughts, that foreign sense of fatigue dragged him under before he could question it. 

He woke up, according to the clock on his bedside table, mere minutes later. Yet, something felt… off. Kol frowned, glancing down at the girl in his arms. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and her shirt had slipped off her shoulder, perfectly bearing her throat to him. 

In a split second, Kol's throat ran dry. His stomach twisted and an all too familiar pain shot through him. Thoughts were stripped away from his mind, just like they always were when his curse overtook him. He tried to fight, but he couldn't think. He was hungry - so hungry - and it hurt. 

He tried to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't. He couldn't look away and she was right there. Her scent overwhelmed him, ensnaring his senses - strawberries dipped in sugar and cotton candy with roses. Kol wanted- No, he needed to taste it. He could hear her pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel her blood rushing everywhere he touched her, through her clothes and her skin. She was so warm, almost burning him, but it was pleasant. The tender, delicate feel of her body was so enticing. He was so hungry. 

It was so sudden and extreme and unnatural but he couldn't think about that.  

Her perfect pretty eyes fluttered open. Tiredly, she glanced at him. She squeezed her eyes shut and stretched. Her carotid artery stood out through her skin. It took everything in him not to clamp his jaws around her throat that very second. She looked up at him again and started, gasping. Her heart rate spiked and Kol groaned. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his fangs retracted but her alluring scent was too strong to ignore. His eyes bled black. 

The girl in his arms whimpered.

No, no, no. Her eyes were wide, full of fear. He was scaring her. 

"Kol?" Even her breath carried the scent of her blood. How could he resist? "Are you okay?" 

He hummed, nodding even though he should have been telling her to run. "I just… I just need a minute."

It was like a dream. He wanted to warn her, but he could only seem to listen to himself soothe her worries. 

"You should run," He thought. "Get away. I'm gonna hurt you." But he couldn't say it. 

"Are you hungry?" She asked. Her voice was so quiet - so kind and sweet. That wasn't how she usually talked to him, he noted. That was the voice she used when she was trying to put on a good face. It wasn't real. 

Kol ran his tongue over his teeth. He tried to look at her but the perfect curve of her neck was so pretty. She was so close. 

"Yes," He hissed. He shut his eyes, trying his very best to block it out. 

Why couldn't he just let her go?

Her hand was warm. She reached up to touch his cheek, skimming her thumb over the writhing black veins protruding from his skin. Hers was so soft - so kind. People always ran from him. No one tried to touch him when he was like this.

He opened his eyes and met hers. She blinked. 

"S-sorry." She went to remove her hand but he caught her wrist and she stilled. He leaned into her touch, then pressed his lips against the pulse in her wrist. He kissed her - a little harsh, a little needy, but Kol couldn't help it, he needed more. "Just one taste," He promised himself as he let his tongue dart out, skimming over that same spot. A growl tore itself from deep in his throat as he kissed her again, laving at her delicate little wrist, almost touching the pretty little veins just beneath the thin veil of her skin. But he didn't bite. He didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't hurt that lovely angel. 

It was so much harder than it should have been to drag his mouth away from her wrist. When he looked up at her, his delicious little artist blushed so sweetly, he almost lost it. She was appetizing on a good day but now, so tiny and warm and blushing in his lap - how could he resist that?

He wanted to tell her to run, but that wasn't what left his lips.

"If you don't stop biting your lip like that, I swear I'll do it for you."

It wasn't a lie - it was never a lie. But that wasn't what he truly wanted from her.

That girl blushed further. He wanted to see how far down that blush went but at the same time, she really needed to get away from him before he killed her. 

"Does it hurt?" She wondered. "The hunger, I mean. Does it hurt you?"

His curse clawed at his stomach, a black hole that could never be appeased. He just wanted it to go away. 

"Yes," He murmured. "It does."

That girl bit her lip again and Kol didn't know how it happened, but suddenly he was on top of her. It was dreamlike with the way things shifted and blurred. He didn't really have control over his movements, not quite. He could only watch - like a passenger in his own body - as he positioned himself to end her life. 

Yet, he couldn't stop.

So when he leaned down to kiss her, he wished he didn't know exactly what she tasted like, wished he'd never felt her velvety soft lips, wished he'd never kissed her more than he should have that first time, then maybe he could have kept himself at bay a little longer. He couldn't focus. Her body felt so good beneath his - so warm and soft and human - part of him wanted her this way for real. He could feel her breathing, could feel her chest heaving but he couldn't tell if she was scared or not. He could hear her heart, pulsing a low rhythm, wet and strong. Kol knew what that girl tasted like and he couldn't resist. His hands found her arms and he pinned her down, licking into her mouth with heat and a desire he couldn't fight. It was filthy and deep and everything he wanted. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought he was possessed as he ravished that girl's mouth, listening to her whimper so bloody sweetly. 

The worst part, however, was that he did know better. Kol knew himself and he knew that perhaps not so deep within his blackened soul, there existed some sick part of him that genuinely enjoyed what he was doing to her, he wouldn't have dreamt it otherwise. Or perhaps he wasn't quite the one dreaming it. Something about the dream - and it was that or at least he prayed it was - felt oddly forced. But he couldn't focus on that.

Temptation overwhelmed him, demanding that he break away from her lips. He was licking at her throat before he could stop himself. The taste of her skin was too much and not enough, a flavor like pure honey and gold stripped any cognitive function from him. An animal-like growl built in his chest and he was sure he was bruising that poor girl's arms, but all he could feel was an all-consuming need for more. Kol felt so hungry in every possible way. He couldn't think. All he could do was trail his mouth lower, leaving mind-numbing kisses along her collarbone. 

He couldn't believe what he was about to do. How could he hurt his tiny perfect angel? Even if this was only a dream, did that make a difference? If he did it in his head, would he do it for real? She trusted him…

Then… he heard her. She was speaking - talking to him. 

"It's okay, Kol." Her voice was light and breathy. She carded her fingers through his hair and melted into her soft touch. No one had ever touched him like that. It was so pleasant, the boy couldn’t help the low purr that thrummed in his chest. 

This was what he wanted from that girl. Kol just wanted it to be real. Was that too much to ask?

 "It's okay,” She said. “You're okay. I know you would never hurt me and I care about you. So, if you're hungry, you can have a taste. I know you can't help it. I won't mind."

It was fake - just a dream - a fantasy. 

She would never say something like that. She would never sound like that either - so submissive and demure. That wasn't her. It felt like someone else. 

Kol knew it was a lie.

But those were her lips and it was her voice. How could he resist an invitation for the very thing he wanted so terribly from her?

Swiftly, like the fox he was so often equated to, he buried his fangs deep into his artist’s perfect throat. Biting into that girl's tender flesh was like curling up under a cashmere blanket, it was relaxing and reassuring - like he'd done the right thing and everything would be alright as long as he kept biting down. It wasn't the excitement of an enrapturing high that he usually felt. It was a comfort and he couldn't help but let it soothe him. 

Oh, and that girl was screaming. His little artist screamed and cried and begged for him to stop. Kol could hear her, but the sound seemed so far away. Like a dark curse lifted, the lie, the terrible illusion which had blinded her, was gone. She sobbed, cursing his name, but he couldn’t really hear her - far too absorbed in the bliss of satiating his hunger. The girl struggled and thrashed, but he just tightened his grip, keeping her pinned. Kol hummed and bit down a little harder - he couldn't explain why, but it felt so good. The instant her blood met his tongue, he knew this could only be a dream - it was hot and thick but he couldn't taste her, not quite. He wished he could. She would probably taste like strawberries and everything sweet. 

Maybe one day she'd let him taste her for real. She could learn to trust him. After all, she would never have to know about this dream. 

Kol drank her until the warmth in her skin faded away.

Then he woke up.

And Y/N was still screaming.

*** 

The first and only thing you could do was lash out. 

No ordinary dream could be that vivid, nor remain so clear in your mind. It was as unnatural as his insatiable appetite, or the demonic blackness you found yourself waking to.

The second your eyes snapped open, you shoved yourself away from that… that thing. Your foot collided with his knee, imparting enough force to warrant an audible crack. Scrambling off the bed, your hand slipped on the edge and you toppled backward. 

Your head cracked against the hardwood floor of his bedroom. 

Pain exploded throughout your entire body. Ears ringing, lights flashed in your vision and the world blurred. Your thoughts - the few you had - stilled. You couldn't move and you couldn't run. 

That disgusting predator lunged. Just like in that horrid dream, he positioned himself over you and you couldn't fight back. You wanted to, but your body wouldn't cooperate. Obsidian eyes faded to milk chocolate, blinking rapidly. His fangs retracted and he looked like that sweet boy again. But no. 

He had bitten you.

It may have been a dream, but you knew he had been the one to make that choice. Somehow, some way - the two of you had shared an unconscious thought. Kol had been there and he had chosen to hurt you. 

He'd enjoyed it.

He'd liked holding you down - relished manhandling you. Why else would he have chosen to do it?

You hadn't been able to tell him no, your mouth simply refused to form the words. You'd listened to yourself offer him a chance to feed on you. He'd been so eager, so hungry. 

That was gone now, you noticed as you reached up and fisted his shirt, staring blindly off into the space overhead. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic keen. You wanted to shove him away, scream at him for lying to you yet again. But you couldn't. White hot pain pulsed at the back of your skull and your stomach turned with a looming nausea. Your limbs couldn't seem to do anything but pull that boy in closer to you. 

Through the tears blurring your vision, you thought you saw his expression contort into one of desperate worry. He cried out for his sister, though it took you several seconds to understand the words on his lips. 

"Rebekah! REBEKAH GET IN HERE NOW!"

You blinked slowly, in a daze, attempting to clear the spots from your quickly dimming field of view but it was fruitless. Kol's hand gently brushed your hair back from your forehead but you flinched away from him. You wished you could curse his name but the only sound you could make was another feeble keen.

"Just keep those pretty eyes of yours open, okay?" The boy was saying

 He stroked your cheek, forcing his lips to smile. "Alright, darling? It's gonna be fine. Jus-just don't close your eyes."

You didn't want to listen to him very much. Why should you? That boy would end your life one way or another - be it by accident or for entertainment. You'd rather pass out and die from a concussion in your sleep than experience Kol's teeth in your neck again.

Dream or not, that boy's mouth had felt all too real. 

You didn't try to stifle the bitter huff of a laugh that escaped your lips before your head lolled to the side and your vision blackened. 

"No… No, no, no! Y/N/N!!!" Your former friend's voice cried. "REBEKAH!"

No one came.

"Rebek-" His sister's name was cut off by a soft sound - if you hadn't known better, you would have thought it a sob. "No. No, NO! Y/N, please… just stay awake. You have to stay awake!"

Your thoughts drifted and sank beneath the rolling waves of unconsciousness. 

"ELIJAH?! KLAUS?!" He called desperately. "ANYONE?!"

Still, there was no answer.

"...Please?" 

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[maddiesalvatore1839]

She likes the Salvatoré

[xeyesofstardust]

I've had this idea on my mind for an obnoxiously long while

I've had this idea on my mind, for an obnoxiously long while, of Damon and Elena meeting each other during their childhood or preteens through the magic of time travel.

[klausysworld]

Okayyy so i just had a idea and since you are amazinggggg with tvdu fan fiction, thought I might a request😅

Basically, yn is a wolf but for some reason or another, her puppy sized wolf is out of control and so whenever she gets emotional, she slowly starts transforming, like first she will get the ears and like the shift is slow but not painful anymore since it has been happening a lot and she just gets a headache.

Elena's gang except for Tyler and bonnie dislike her and Caroline doesn't have much of an opinion. She is usually a happy person since she is homeschooled so doesn't have to deal with any bullies or anything.

Klaus finds her with teary eyes and her wolf puppy ears out as she tries to stop herself from full on crying.

Klaus takes her in and cares for her and helps her control her wolf side so that her emotions don't control them. At this point, she loves her wolf form so much that Klaus has to scold her and treat her kinda like am actual naughty puppy and he even has a hard time keeping her in human form because she has learned that she can run off in her wolf form and not have to study

-✨

Tamed and trained

Y/n’s parents had always been worried about her. She wasn’t exactly normal, being a werewolf anyways was hard enough let alone a completely out of control one. They assumed there must have been some sort of mutation in the gene system or something similar which caused her to turn at any time, like how only few vampires were rippers and few witches were siphoners.

They had been to the Bennett’s who told them that this had only happened a very rare few times since the first werewolf was created and that she would learn control as she grew.

Of course their first fear was she would be picked on, misunderstood and seen as a monster, so they kept her inside. And then they worried that her werewolf anger would be 10x worse as instead of having emotions heightened on a full moon, hers are 24/7. But it turned out she showed nearly every emotion but anger. But the tears were the worst. As soon as they started falling they knew they needed to hide her asap. The ears would sprout from her head, then the tail and claws, the nose and paws, until she were howling her sorrows for the world to hear.

And gosh did she cry when she was little, always in a puddle of pity and fear of her own shadow.

He parents had pretty much given up with trying to control her. Just locking her in the house and telling her to be quiet while they went out and tried to live like normal people, pretend they didn’t have a daughter that the council would kill to obtain.

When Bonnie grew up they tried to convince her to spell Y/n but Bonnie refused when she saw the fluffy ears a big sad eyes looking back at her.

They tried to have Tyler help her when he broke his curse but he wasn’t sure what to do either other than bond over the experience of being in wolf form.

So she continued to hide inside, only getting out when her parents had gone away, most likely to get drunk and forget their worries.

She knew she was an inconvenience for them but the harder she tried to control herself, the worse it made her feel and then she ended up turning again. She didn’t know how to fix the cycle she was trapped within.

But on that day, her parents had gotten a little too angry at her. Called her a freak and a mistake causing her to run as far as she could on her human legs, praying to god that she wouldn’t turn halfway through a step.

She huddled up to the big willow tree besides the Mystic Park and kept their until dark. Her sniffles were the only sound heard as she wiped her eyes and cheeks.

Her knees dragged to her chest and she rest her chin on top of them as she kept her cries to a minimum, hiccuping as she tried to fully stop.

It was the sound that drew Klaus Mikaelson toward the park that night. His eyes squinted as he spotted a girl in the distance, two large and fluffed ears on her head which twitched very few seconds. His curiosity was peaked and so he approached the source of such sad sounds and crouched before her. His hand slowly touched her knee making her jolt and look up at him alarmed. Immediately smacking the top of her head to make her ears go away making him frown and grab onto her hands

“It’s alright love” he mumbled as she shook her head and tried to squirm out of his hold. He sighed and resorted to picking her up which made her cry again and him to panic. “No no no” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand and his eyes widening when a tail curled up between her legs and little claws scratched at his arms. “Oh bloody hell” he muttered before speeding her to his home and getting her on the floor just as she turned entirely.

His brows shot up seeing her so small, running around like a lunatic and barking continuously. He blinked in surprise and slowly shut the front door, locking it and walking around the smashed vase and torn painting as she chewed at his brand new sofa cushions with her tail wagging so wildly that her whole body shook.

He made a gradual approach but the second she was in reach, she had darted up the stairs making him sigh and chase her through the house for the next 20 minutes. Having a little too much fun for an almighty hybrid as he tackled a small wolf to his kitchen floor and kept her firmly to his chest until eventually she turned back.

Asleep and completely naked against him. He cautiously lifted her up and brought her to his bed, not wanting her to run off while he slept.

He slipped his boxers up her legs and henley over her head, not without peeking at her lovely little body of course, and quickly stripping to his boxers before tugging the covers over the both and watching her from the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her for as long as he stayed awake, until the steady beating of her heart sent him to sleep.

When he woke he was entirely on top of her, her big eyes looking up at him as he lifted his head to find her squished beneath him and shoving helplessly at his chest.

He kept quiet and in response so did she, swallowing thickly as she watched him observe her. She didn’t comment as his eyes lingered on her nipples that stood out against the soft material on his top, nor the way his tongue wetted his lips when he studied her legs.

“Do you do that a lot?” He asked just above a whisper when his eyes came back to hers and she nodded with a blush of embarrassment coating her cheeks.

“I don’t mean to” she uttered and he tilted his head ever so slightly

“I wouldn’t have thought you did” he murmured and she kept silent. He thought to himself for a moment before making an unklauslike decision “I think I’ll keep you love” he told her and she opened her mouth to speak but he was already talking again “no arguing, I’ll teach you to control yourself and we’ll see what happens from there okay?”

“But my mother and- and school! I learn at home, I can’t-“

“Do you know who I am love?” He cut her off and she turned her head

“Klaus?” She questioned, having heard of him before when her parents were researching, the mention of him from Tyler and the smell of both vampire and werewolf which twisted together when she lay under him.

“That’s right little wolf, Klaus, now I’ve been alive a very long time, I can teach you much better than any mother could. And besides, your mother would’ve found you before I had if she were worried” he waved it off and she frowned

“She will be…” she whispered and he watched in amazement again as the ears formed at her head. His hand automatically reached out to feel the soft fur against his skin making her lean into him. He could feel the smirk pulling at his face as he calmed her back down

“Oh you’re right love,” he began, seeing her brighten up a little bit in curiosity, “she will puppy, so how about I’ll handle it okay? She’ll let you come here, you want me to help you don’t you?” He manipulated and she immediately fell into it, nodding and laying still under him. Klaus couldn’t help but admire how she looked beneath him, her big round eyes and wolf ears still on display. If emotion was what brought this out in her, he could only imagine how she would howl if he treated her the way he desired.

But he would wait, he needed to get her under control at least a little so that she didn’t destroy his house and hurt herself in the meantime. He didn’t believe she would be able to hurt someone else, especially not purposely but he saw how she basically ran into walls without a care and worried for her own sake.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the whine she produced, confused on his face before he realised his knee was inbetween both her legs and she had almost definitely never been touched like that. One because of her little wolf issue, and two because she clearly had a lack of time outside her home just based off how afraid she was outside and then looking in wonder at simple objects in his home. Not that it was an issue for him, the more unaware she was in general, the better. She would be easier to tame if he could train a fresh mind.

And she was just that, a breathe of fresh air.

Simple and appreciative. No matter how small a thing he did for her, she was smiling brightly with her tail wagging and ears up. Whether it be a new bookmark or a diamond bracelet.

He remembers when he told her she could decorate her own room, he had never seen someone get so excited so fast. The room looked completely out of place, the rest of the mansion was relatively dark and gloomy but her space was bright but soft, calming in a way instead of tense.

He loved how she was like that, calming. Whenever he was having an awful day, there she was in his lap, ears up and a book in her hands that he had ‘assigned’ her to read for her ‘schoolwork’. She seemed to have at least her ears out all the time, especially when he touched her, just a hand on her leg would have her tail wagging and he couldn’t find it in himself to make her stop.

But he found that if he did tell her to put them away, it was the only way she would do so.

He had found her in tears over two star crossed lovers in a book she had gotten from her personal library, a gift from him of course, and watched as she struggled to calm herself down. But the second he used a commanding tone on her to put the canine features away, they were gone and she was whimpering quite literally like a puppy being told off.

He found that he had more control over her wolf than she did. And he loved it, she was his good girl, his little puppy to play with and look after.

She kept his bed warm when he was gone and made his heart swell when he was there.

He loved seeing her so freely running around in her wolf form, finally able to control where she was going and what she was thinking as she chased the birds and and spun around to get his attention. Only issue was when she gained more control, he seemed to lose some. And she was quick to tease him, running circles around him and nipping at his ankles when he was busy, having him chase after her because she had taken his phone or worse: the white oak stake. Of course she didn’t understand the importance but to her it was a game and she wanted him to play too.

He understood her mindset of course and she was completely entertaining for him but it was a pain to have to hunt her down every time he needed her to practice her school work.

He would always remember the first time he turned to chase her down. The surprise in her eyes when she skidded to a halt and looked up at him. He must’ve been nearly 10 times bigger than her and although she should probably have been terrified, she yipped happily and darted for the tree line. He shook his head before following after the flash of grey and brown that weaves through the woods, ultimately pinning her down and bringing her home before claiming his prize for winning the game.

The prizes varied greatly, sometimes he got a kiss on the cheek from her, sometimes he would get to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, sometimes he would just lay with her, y/n on the other hand got very different prizes, on the rare occasion that she won he found himself wearing a face mask and cucumber on his eyes as she giggled and held his hand.

Whatever she did, whether she were human or a little wolf, he kept her happy and hidden from the rest of the world but this time she didn’t feel like a disappointment, she felt adored.

[cancerian-woman]

really its sad that Hope never had Bonnie as a mentor/that they cut Bonnie out of Legacies so much.

the levels of “I hate black women/people” is loud in TVDU the Bennett’s are victims of that. Narratively speaking and through the fans.

A mentorship with Bonnie makes sense for Hope since she does live in Mystic Falls as of age 7 and up. Both being witches. We were never going to have that type of relationship even if it was off-screen development. The writers can use Kat refusing to appear in LGCs as their excuse for the lack thereof with “Aunt Bonnie” mentions but that’s not really where it started. Landon’s comment about Bonnie disappearing was distasteful because the writers are responsible for that. I remember them shifting the blame to Landon as if he isn’t fictional. It was a nice way to say we don’t see Bonnie as important if she isn’t being a slave.

Kat seemed receptive in some interviews to appearing in TO when both shows were on the air but shifted after it ended. Who could blame her really?

My friend @24kmagiic has nice post here about how Davina was handled that I agree with. I think Freya handed similarly only existing to be the Mikaelson’s Bonnie and Rebekah when she wasn’t there. Not really caring to develop the character either which is a disservice to them(well until late s4-5 for Freya). I’ve seen comments say Hope had a family of supernatural-beings there’s nothing Bonnie could help her with. As if Hope spent anytime with her family longer than some weeks or months any damn way. I don’t remember if Hayley and Bonnie shared a scene right now (I think the lesser) but I could see Hayley trying to find help from other witches.

Hope and Bonnie are very similar characters. A mentorship even off-screen could’ve been a nice drawback to what Ayana and Esther initially had before TO. Esther was not portrayed as this highly-skilled witch without a Bennett-witch backing her.

I could say more to this but Bonnie’s blackness is what the writers didn’t like nor want to develop. Which is why the idea of anything Bonnie/Hope was never going to narratively happen because the writers didn’t like Bonnie. As Kat said things would be different if she was white but she wasn’t.

They fought harder to keep her out the story, when things constantly came back to Bennett witch creations. Once Caroline was inserted into the Mikaelson’s dynamics and the Geminis they were never going to continue on with Bonnie’s dynamic with them. The Bennett’s have the richest lore in terms of creation but are the most disrespected.

[perseephoneee]

PLEASE do something super fluffy with kol mikealson

i love ur work sm!!

babe you're making my day. hope this is something akin to what you wanted.

"you're red." "shut up." "like actually vermillion." (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: kissing?? also hatred towards bed and breakfasts

a/n: i forgot how much i love writing for kol. sorry for the large writing break...hope this makes up for it?

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You hate Kol Mikaelson. 

He’s cocky, impulsive, and constantly getting you into danger that you would never find for yourself. He also relentlessly flirts with you until you’re warm and deeply frustrated.  He’s complicated enough that you wish he wasn’t a part of your life so it could resume a sense of normalcy. 

Getting caught up in Mikaelson drama was never your plan. You just happened to make the mistake of working as a bartender at Russo’s—where they frequented. Klaus took a liking to you, and the rest is history. Being a human that’s friends with vampires is like poking a bear; not recommended nor convenient. 

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 don’t think Klaus would find it very funny. 

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 wouldn’t 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. 

“I’ve lived for a very long time, but I’ve never visited Fes,” Kol said, one hand on the wheel as the other tapped on the door. You barely spared him a glance. “Would you visit Fes?”

“Not even sure what Fes is,” you answered through gritted teeth, suppressing a yelp as Kol took a turn obnoxiously fast. 

“City in Morocco considered its cultural capital.”

“You sound like a Google search,” 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. 

“I like knowing things,” he states, squinting at you. “I don’t know much about you. Tell me something.”

“No.”

“Please?” he begged, every bit a kid enjoying picking on the new kid on the playground. You fixed him with a dead stare. 

“I hate your driving.” 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 relax…slightly. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere. Anywhere. Haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Brilliant. I’m going to die out here,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat. 

“Nonsense. Nik would dagger me if I let that happen, and I’m very tired of being daggered.”

“Not because you care about me or want me to live?” you jested, quirking a brow at him. 

“Now, why would I care about you at all?”

You pretended it didn’t 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 didn’t notice the sharp look he sent you, as if he regretted what he said. 

Instead, you notice a sign advertising a Black Bear Diner. You perk up immediately, tapping the window and looking back at Kol. 

“There. Stop there.”

“That piece of garbage?”

“Yes! Stop the car!” you shouted, regretting your words when Kol slammed on the brakes. “Stop the car slowly, you asswipe.”

“You should’ve clarified that,” 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. 

The inside of the diner was a welcome breeze on your damp skin. It wasn’t 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. 

“I used to go here all the time with my family,” you said, flipping to the drinks page of your menu. “Not this exact location…but this chain. I went to it when I first moved to my hometown.”

“It’s barely gourmet.”

“Fuck gourmet, I want comfort. I want to feel like home,” you laughed, closing your menu. “Don’t you want that?”

“Home?” Kol inquired. “Not sure what that is anymore.”

Your lips turned down in a frown, but you offered nothing else. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk, and you wouldn’t 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. 

“You are pathetic.”

“Rent is expensive, groceries are expensive, give me a break,” 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. “Can I ask a question?” you leaned forward on the table, arms folded in front of you. “Why are you guys always protecting me? I’m definitely a liability.”

“I think my brother just wants to sleep with you,” Kol sighed. You snorted, biting your bottom lip to subvert your laughter. Honestly…you have managed to weasel your way into our family—like a parasite.”

“Aw, your words are so kind,” you rolled your eyes, kicking Kol under the table. He just kicked you right back, wearing a smirk. “And I would never sleep with your brother.”

“Why’s that?” Kol questioned, crossing his arms. 

“His face is weird,” you answered. Kol put his head in his hands in laughter, and you joined him a second later. You weren’t sure if that was the reason, but it was the first thing that came to mind, and you didn’t think to change it. Plus, it made Kol laugh, which kind of made you happy. The arrival of your waffles made you even happier. 

“Bloody hell, you’re going to eat all of that?” Kol looked shocked, eyes flicking between you and your waffles. He had ordered a much smaller plate than yours. Yours likely could’ve been a party platter. 

“Yes, and I will do it with pride.”

You did eat all of it, and enjoyed Kol’s 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 would’ve 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 “hotel”—which was actually just a bed and breakfast. An extremely cutesy bed and breakfast. 

The inside of the building was somehow worse than the outside. 

The outside had small-town charm. The inside was where doilies went to die. 

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. 

“Well, good evening,” she smiled. “What can I do for you?” She had a thick Minnesotan accent, and her smile made her eyes. Overall, she radiated friendliness. 

“We’d like a room?” you inquired, leaning against the counter. 

“Oh, you betcha! Lucky for you, I got the best suite in the house available. It’s perfect for you two lovebirds,” she chirped. Your eyes widened. 

“Oh, uh, we’re not together…,” you coughed. You turned to look at Kol, who just shrugged his shoulders. Completely useless. “Do you have a double?”

“Unfortunately, all our doubles are booked for our birding convention. I might have a futon available to bring to your room?”

“Perfect,” Kol smiled, finally interjecting. “We’ll take that.”

“Splendid! Here are your keys, and I’ll have you sign in there.”

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 décor. 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 didn’t have to look at it all night. 

“It’s a little…”

“Cozy?” Kol interjected, closing the door behind you two. 

“I was going to say tight.”

“It is the lovebird suite, darling,” Kol whispered in your ear, a smirk in his voice. A shiver ran down your spine. 

“I’ll take the futon.”

“I doubt you could fit a futon in here,” 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.

“Just…don’t get too handsy,” you shrugged, glaring at the vampire’s ever-present smirk. 

“Handsy? You must think me a rascal,” 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. 

“Knock it off, Mikaelson,” you hissed, tilting your head up defiantly. 

“You’re actually red,” Kol chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

“…Shut up,” you slapped his hand away, maneuvering your way from his grasp. 

“Like actually vermillion,” 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, ‘I got lobotomized at Freddy Fazbear’s,’ something idiotic that you couldn’t 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. “You have an odd sense of humor.”

“It’s too evolved for you to understand,” 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. 

“Y/N,”

“No.”

“Darling,” he purred, inching closer to you. 

“What, Kol,” you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. 

“You like me,” he said. It was not a question, just something he exclaimed. You scoffed. 

“I do not.”

“You do. It’s why you blush vermillion when I call you things like darling,” he smiled, propping himself up on his elbow as he lay on his side to stare at you. 

“You’re incorrigible.”

“So, if I kissed you…you wouldn’t care,” Kol inquired, voice soft as he sat up slightly. You felt your heart skip a beat, and Kol’s mouth turned up slightly when he heard it. You knew you just proved his point, but you refused to concede. 

“I wouldn’t care,” you whispered, holding his gaze. 

“So, when I do this,” Kol leaned up, kissing your cheek, his lips burning your skin. He kissed right under your jaw, finally on your pulse point. “…it doesn’t matter?” 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself. “It doesn’t matter,” you choke out, but all you’re doing is spurring Kol on. You’re a hare caught in his trap, and you can’t 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. 

“Darling—” he starts, but you cut him off by kissing his lips, soft but passionate. For once, you’ve 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. 

“Does it matter?” you ask, voice breathy. “For you…” You’re not sure exactly what you’re asking, but you know there’s a line you’ve crossed that you can’t return from. Kol’s thumb brushes your cheek, so gentle from the reckless, hotheaded vampire you are acquainted with. A grin crosses his face. 

“It means everything,” he smiles, kissing you again, fingers tangling in your hair. Your hands find his arms, sighing as he deepens the kiss. You’re on fire, every single part of you, and you’re sure that Kol can feel your racing heart and hot skin. You like kissing him, though, and you realize you like him a lot. 

“Kol?” you breathe. “Don’t sleep on the futon.”

“For you? I would never,” he grins, kissing you again. You make sure to put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door for later. 

…

Afterwards.

It’s the middle of the night when he wakes you up.

“I guess Nik won’t be able to sleep with you now.”

“Kol.”

“Because I’ll be the only one sleeping with you.”

“Go to sleep.”

There’s a shuffling of blankets as his arm wraps tighter around you, his breath hot on your neck. 

“You’re going to be stuck with me forever,” he whispers. 

You smile. “I’m okay with that.”

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[starlightsalvatore]

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges… hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check… and you’d been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone else’s life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldn’t really find it in you to care anymore.

You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, “if you don’t knock it off I’m going to have to replace the floor,” he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon. 

“Not now, Damon,” you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Not really,” you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did… all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill. 

“Well, something’s gotta give,” he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. “At this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and I’m not replacing original flooring.” He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.

“I’m hungry, Damon,” you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.

“The freezer is full- oh,” he cut himself off, realizing that’s not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. “You want your blood at 98.6,” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.

“Will you cut it out?” You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. “I can’t… Damon, the blood bags aren’t doing it for me, I can’t think, I can’t sleep… will you please take me out?” For a moment you thought he’d say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasn’t that easy.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he replied and your brows pinched. “I’ve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.” He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasn’t an option, but that didn’t make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to take you out… he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day you’d be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasn’t today, you had a long way to go and he couldn’t afford to have you slip up.

But… he couldn’t afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.

He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldn’t understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. “You need to feed,” he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.

“I need to feed,” you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat. 

“You still haven’t felt it, have you?” he asked, voice low and you shuddered. “What it’s like to sink your teeth into something…” you shook your head, Stefan hadn’t allowed you to drink anything that didn’t come from a cup. “Poor thing,” he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.

“Damon,” you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild. 

“When you feed you have to be careful… if you bite just along here,” he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, “you can control the flow. It doesn’t have to be messy,” he explained and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. “Go on,” he tilted his head just slightly, “give it a try.” he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that… but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.

You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where he’d indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated… It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.

“There you go… that’s it,” he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didn’t stop you’d bleed him dry. 

Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didn’t waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, “better?” he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, you’d just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little farther… 

Part of him knew he should put an end to this… stop before it went any further. He knew it before he’d even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did he’d be teetering on this ledge and he didn’t have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why you’d been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of. 

And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didn’t register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure you’d be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago. 

You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched… he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way you’d done with him and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders. 

His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldn’t find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.

His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didn’t fit, and you couldn’t help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didn’t miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction. 

You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.

“Damon, please,” you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldn’t find it in you to care… not when he felt as good as he did between your legs. 

Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, “fuck, just like-” you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.

He looked like he was about to say something but you didn’t give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in. 

When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore he’d never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. “Oh my god,” you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, “Damon-” you tried, but nothing would come out.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, “oh, look at you… all cock drunk and fucked out,” he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.

Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory… your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin. 

You still weren’t fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasn’t until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, “there she is,” he chuckled.

His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. “That was…” you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest. 

“Hush,” you replied, feigning annoyance but you didn’t have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering you’d been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.

“It was more than I dreamed of,” you answered, and he raised a brow in question. “I haven’t… I hadn’t done that since turning, I didn’t know it could be like that,” you explained and realization passed over his features.

“My god,” he chuckled, “no wonder you were wound so tight.” His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, “we’ll go on a little trip this weekend,” he said as you rested your head on his chest.

“A trip?” 

You felt him nod, “away from all the chaos here… we’ll find you some warm bodies and I’ll teach you how to do it the right way, you don’t have to live a life of blood bags forever.” 

“I don’t know, you seemed to do the trick,” you teased and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re missing.” 

[wholoveseggs]

~One Shots♡~ {<- masterlist}

18+

Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst

A date with Klaus {3.5k} ♡♡ --- 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} ♡♡ --- You are drowning your sorrows at the bar, but Kol has an idea on how to cheer you up.

A date with Marcel {2k} ♡♡ --- Marcel takes you out to see some live music and then charms your pants off.

A date with Elijah {3.5k} ♡♡ --- 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} ♡♡♡ --- 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} ♡♡ --- Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah stands up to the bitch.

Better than flowers {3.2k} ♡♡ --- You've always hated valentines day until Elijah changes your mind with a magical date.

Sitting Pretty {1.7k} ♡ --- Pure filth, zero plot.

~Headcanons♡~

Dating the Mikaelsons {4k} ♡♡♡♡ --- 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} ♡♡♡ --- Just some headcanons on what I think bloodsharing would be like with the Mikaelson men.

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Currently reading: nothing, but I'm thinking about re-reading the empyrean books because dragons and all skdjfksd

Last movie: uuhhhh, kinda did a rewatch of 'the other zoey' but I skipped parts (honestly i don't like the movie that much, but drew is cute in it...if we ignore this freaking ugly sweater >.< yes, i'll forever complain about it lol )

Last show: it must be 'all of us are dead'

What are you wearing right now? black shorts and an oversized shirt

Piercings/Tattoos: my ears are pierced but i haven't worn earrings in forever

Glasses/Contacts? glasses because I'm too lazy for contacts

Last thing you ate? potato gratin

Favorite Color: red, blue and black

Current obsession: (post-) apocalyptic settings/genres/games, frank dillane, felix's voice (don't look at me deep voices make me weak lmao), dragons

Do you have a crush right now? um, no. haven't had one in a long time, unless we talk about celebrities then I've got a list for you lmfao

Favorite fictional character: that's quite a list, so only some examples...my ocs (xD someone has to be a fan aside from moni :p <3 ), nick clark (why do you think I'm mainly on his blog?!), alicia clark, victor strand, a number of other f/twd characters, katherine pierce, caroline forbes, davina claire, a number of other tvdu characters, blake navarro, wei wuxian, lan wangji, a number of other the untamed characters, the pogues of o b x, aziraphale and crowley of good omens, dean winchester, castiel, crowley, bobby and a number of other spn characters, malia tate, isaac lahey and a number of other tw characters, uuummm I'm drawing a blank now, but I think that's enough

Last place you traveled: the office this morning because work... xD

tagged by/stole it: my loves @dozenrozez & @r3dblccd tagging: you!

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