#tvdverse fanfiction

[vampirehizzies]

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + klayley

a look into the originals 2x02 klayley crumb where klaus basically took hayley out on a therapeutic little murder date. warnings for canon typical violence and gore

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Although he is a man talented in enraged outbursts and manic revenge-driven violence, Klaus is at a loss when it comes to the more delicate matters, the ones that a better man would have approached with an abundance of empathetic care and caution. The loss of their child, fabricated as it may be, had ripped a hole in the heart he was often accused of not having, the cavity in his chest where the organ would be throbbing with their daughter's absence.

Equally unbearable is the dazed, vacant stare in Hope's mother's eyes as she fixates on the distant walls of the Mikaelson compound with no apparent emotion, only a numbness that settles over someone like fog and leaves them in a corpse state.

A millenia of forsaking his humanity and razing countless populations - villages, coalitions of humans, witches, vampires, and werewolves alike - to ashes had left him with the burden of a similar feeling, its intensity amplified by Hope's loss in a way that he hadn't expected and would not wish on anyone. Certainly not the mother of his child, even for as much as she tends to aggravate him without fail.

Still, soft words and kind touches certainly are not in his skill set. Elijah certainly wouldn't approve, but he understands what must be done, how he can help Hayley, the only way he knows. A release that even the lovely bartender's therapy could not offer.

She doesn't even stir at his approach, seated on the couch with her chin resting on her knees, legs tucked close to her body. Her hair is somewhat untamed, but he would not be the one to lecture a grieving woman on her appearance, especially when the dark circles under her eyes indicate a lack of rest and the state she is in leaves a hollowness in his stomach.

"Get ready. We're going out." In classic Klaus fashion, the instructions leave little room for refusal, denial. Why mince words with requests, with pleases, when he knows better, knows what is best?

Hayley never takes well to orders, which is why it is alarming when she only narrows her eyes at him in annoyance but otherwise doesn't put up very much of a fight - the quality he always admired most about her - before complying. Perhaps she's more far gone than he'd initially thought.

They are woven from the same cloth, even if her list of petty minor crimes holds no comparison to the atrocities he'd committed over the centuries. She had every reason to refer to his reputation as repulsive when they'd first met, a sentiment he'd hardly had cause - or care - to argue against. Even so, the very reason for their child's existence quite literally lies in the fact that she had been drawn to his darkness, a mirror of what lay in her own twisted heart.

It is audible in the harsh guttural steel edge to her voice when she speaks, her vicious threats as sharp as the razor edge of a knife, and visible in the spirit that glowed in her eyes without need for the added effect of werewolf magic turning the irises into a mesmerizing gold. Elijah sees in her the family's savior, salvation for their souls, and Klaus wouldn't put himself in the position of enlightening his poor older brother by shattering his idealistic yet feeble illusions, but he knew the truth.

It is why he succeeds at his mission, and earns the smirk of gloating satisfaction on his face while he watches her in her element, enthralled by what he sees.

A brutality like Hayley's cannot be taught, not even by someone as sadistic and unforgiving as him. She tears through the enemies he'd found for her - treats, as he liked to call them - with a wrath that would make even the devil himself tremble in fear. Her heavy pants echo in his ears, almost musical to his heightened senses, the breathing reminiscent of the sounds he'd drawn out from her the night Hope was conceived. Snapping necks and sinking her teeth into yielding throats, Hayley opens her jaws wide and shows them what a fearsome animal truly looks like.

Obviously, Klaus is more than familiar with her appeal. Attraction to her and the consequences of his indulging himself to her allure is the reason they're linked to one another for the rest of their immortal lives - or at the very least until their child turned 18, though that conversation wouldn't be necessary for quite a while - but he'd never been so hungry for another person as he is now, even if not necessarily in the way he is used to.

There may be no future for them intimately, especially if the stolen glances Elijah believes he can't see are to continue on, but he is certain that she is the queen to his king regardless. Ruthless, murderous, vengeful. The perfect person fit to rule at his side, and an excellent addition to a family of monsters.

Finishing off the last of her victims, she turns to him with a lazy grin, crimson marring her pearly white teeth, gore gathering in clumps on her face and hair. He can smell the sweat pooling on her skin from her taxing efforts, but thanks to werewolf stamina and the strengths of being a hybrid, she is not in the slightest affected.

That light he'd so desperately wished to see in her - Klaus would be in his grave before admitting such a thing - has returned to her gaze, and his heart, for the first time in the past several months, feels like a lessened weight.

"Have I entered an alternate universe, Little Wolf?" He quips playfully. "Or did you really just crack a smile for me?" Hayley raises her eyebrows mockingly and drops the severed head she'd held in her hands, letting it roll until it comes to a stop at his feet.

[unsiredtribrid]

bloodline fated.

A slowburn, hosie-centered Legacies rewrite where the Salvatore School is instead the Mikaelson Memorial Boarding School, set in the backdrop of New Orleans. Discarding the monster of the week format, the story follows threads left in The Originals and The Vampire Diaries to tell the over-arching story of the tribrid and the Gemini twins.

Hope Mikaelson is the soon to be alpha of the Crescent wolves, while Josie Parker is navigating the looming threat of the Merge and what it means for herself and her twin. The Gemini Coven, still alive, threatens to retaliate at any attempts at circumventing the curse. Meanwhile, new threats in the city begin to unravel the peace of the factions and call for Hope’s help in uniting them. Who better to help her than a Gemini witch with a penchant for dark magic?

(read on ao3)

[elejah-verse]

_elejah_au

_fanfiction snippet

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It felt like living Hell. All hope seemed to have vanished. There was nothing but revenge burning in his heart.

His eyes were slow and mouth heavy at the corners. His heart screamed. The emotional debris, the grief hurricane would return over and over. The sun on the trees was on the other side of the looking glass. For them, the winter had arrived. Cold and bitter.

[elejahfanfic]

Kennett_

[bibridlizzie]

New fic: We pretend that we just don't care (but we care)

Caroline Forbes/Katherine Pierce, The Vampire diaries

Caroline finds a very human Katherine bleeding after being stabbed and brings her back to her house to help. Katherine hates feeling weak and depending on someone at all, but she does like Caroline more than most of her friend group, so she figures it could be worse.

[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.

[elejahfanfic]

Love fanfic writers who go "what if instead of canon _____ happened instead" and then create the most jaw dropping beautiful piece of fiction ever

[vampirehizzies]

For the drabble 🫶

Klayley/14

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” set in TO 4x02, missing scene.

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She likes watching him. More specifically, Hayley thoroughly enjoys watching him watch her, the daughter they created together, not necessarily motivated by love in that fateful night, but bringing love to their loves nonetheless, however unknowingly, despite the fact that they'd both initially rejected it.

For five years, Hayley has felt his absence like a missing limb. Klaus's promises of partnership had sunk bone-deep, filling her with expectations of a future where he was by her side as they made major decisions about their daughter's life together. Missing him was very much an unexpected, foreign feeling, when for much of the time they had known each other, he pissed her off, making her want to claw his eyes out and rip his snarky, irreverent tongue from his throat.

Yet the thought still lingered in her mind over the half-decade she and Hope had gone without the rest of the Mikaelsons, that it was all wrong, that their presence was a necessity.

Klaus was essential, despite Mary's vaguely reasonable protests claiming otherwise, and Marcel echoing that sentiment telling her that her child was better off. Hope needed her father, and though she would sooner dive into a garden of wolfsbane than admit it aloud to him, Hayley wanted Klaus around as well.

For all her quarrels with them, Hayley deeply appreciated the doctrine of family above all, a type of protection she never had, even if it led to some questionable decisions and inspired the hatred of others who became collateral damage in the face of the promise of Always and Forever. This vow, however it may draw the ire of non-Mikaelsons, was one of the few admirable things about the clan, especially Klaus, the half-reformed serial killer who now gazes at his sleeping daughter with devotion.

Hayley can't seem to tear her eyes away from him. His damp, sweat slicked unwashed curls fall over his forehead in a messy tangle, with a matching dark patch of stubble along his jaw to signify just how poorly groomed he is. Five years locked in a dungeon, and the Original hybrid from a pretentious rich homicidal family that prides themselves on manners couldn't bother to keep up his appearance.

Still, Hayley can't bear to tease him or demand that he takes a damn shower and shaves, because then she has to remember the pitiful sight of him on the floor, incapacitated and suffering immense pain. To see someone that powerful be reduced to a creature so helpless was scary on its own. Even worse when she reconciles the fact that it's someone she deeply cares about, a person who became an irritating but paradoxically welcome constant in her life.

The suffering he'd endured at Marcel's hand was no secret. After everything, Hayley still saw him as a friend, and she knows it is his mercy, his discretion, that kept her untouched and unharmed. Still, he had seen fit to declare Klaus Mikaelson as his trophy, not only to the audience of New Orleans, but to the world as well.

When Hayley closes her eyes, she sees Klaus unconscious and convulsing, Papa Tunde's blade buried deep within his abdomen and subjecting him to its torturous magic, shackles as black as people claimed Klaus's heart to be securing him in his imprisonment. The cold, damp dungeon where he festered in Marcel's filial loathing was the only home he'd had, until now. Safe by her side, and yet her concern still presses on her insides, leaves her resisting the temptation to grab on to his armsleeve, feel the material of his black shirt under her hands and confirm that he is in fact real, and really here.

"Are you planning to stare forever, Little Wolf?" he questions her softly, careful not to wake their daughter accidentally, never once looking away from Hope. Their daughter was the apple of his eye, and witnessing his fatherly adoration reassures Hayley that it was the right decision to not abandon him, to fight like hell to get him back, even when Mary, good-natured and kind as the old woman is, emphatically said otherwise.

"Oh, I don't know, Klaus," the non-reply comes out shakily, and she gives a small chuckle if only to distract herself. "You want to get rid of me that badly? Get Hope all to yourself?" She almost flinches, since the topic of parental custody is somewhat sensitive with their history, but he only shakes his head at her amusedly, and Hayley's shoulders relax when he takes it in good humor.

"No, Hayley, it's just that with flocks of my victims coming to New Orleans to gawk at me, the great villain getting his dues, I've had enough of people staring at me for a millenia." Right, she'd forgotten how Klaus had been treated as an exhibition. Hayley can't say she blames the countless loved ones of people the Mikaelsons killed for wanting to see him subdued and suffering. She herself certainly has a vengeful instinct within her.

Still, it was much different when she was one of the people who cared for the Original hybrid while the rest of the world would prefer to see him tortured and put down. Perhaps that was what it meant to truly be a Mikaelson, to not care what atrocious acts a family member committed so long as they were your kin. In his case, her friend, her coparent, her partner.

Hayley would rather not suffer the headache of contemplating why she couldn't stand to think of a mass killer's suffering, especially so late in the night when her capacity for introspection and self-reflection was shot to hell. What did it say about her that she would always choose them despite the trail of bodies they'd left throughout history long before she was born, or what that said about Hope's future. How the burden of who they were would fall on her, to explain the Mikaelson family one day to Hope, both the beautiful love and the ugly sins.

Instead, she settles for the here and now, squeezes Klaus's arm tight, the act of comforting and consoling him easier and more natural to her now, using muscle memory. The way he shudders under her touch and his serene, calm face falls exposes the cracks, reveals to her that something is on his mind that he hasn't yet found the nerve to tell her about. She would prefer that he talked to her, but being around someone as frustrating and maniacal as Klaus has taught her to value patience and understanding.

"I don't want to screw her up, our daughter," Klaus finally confesses with a bowed head, telling her his greatest shame. "Maybe Marcel was right. I heard him say it, that she's better off without me. It's what everyone said, and I wonder why you don't seem to believe it. I don't want Hope to grow up to hate me as Marcel does." He meets her gaze with bleary, widened eyes, frantic and horrified. This fear of his clearly runs deep, maybe in tandem with the paranoia he's known to give in to.

She shakes her head vehemently, fighting off his impulse to doubt himself. "You can't just go there. Don't do that to yourself. She'll wake up tomorrow, and see you, and we'll all adjust like I know we can." Hayley holds tighter, her grip firm, confident. "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always," she confirms fiercely, not leaving room for even a bit of doubt.

"Actually, let me amend that. You might be familiar with the idea of... always and forever. Remember that?" Her joke is rewarded with him ducking his head bashfully, failing to hide a smile. "We'll be okay, I promise."

[ephedrathirsts]

Sire Bonds

Synopsis: You are sire-bonded to the bloodthirsty, coldhearted, no humanity trybrid Hope Mikaelson. As your love for her increases so does her destain for you.

Contains: mentions of blood, assault, sexual content, dom!Hope x sub!reader, semi MasterxSlave relationship, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, degradation, feeding, aged up characters

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Author's note- This is the first time I am posting any of my works so please be kind! Also if you have any feedback on what could be improved I would very much appreciate it!

Word count- 980

  The breeze was swishing fallen cherry blossoms playfully in cadence with an Elvis Presley song, whining out into the automobile. The sun was adorning your reflection in the rearview mirror. Primroses, crocuses and pulmonarias mixed with almonds, amber, and musk tickled the senses. A bare path uncovered, secured away between country cottages. Days of damp grass, lounging under the sun’s caress and fingers laced with the promise of forever danced before your eyes.

 You soaked up her silhouette, marveling at her beauty. She was all leather and rips, edges and nicks. Although at first glance she appeared the same, she had morphed into a cruel, ruthless beast. Hope, the one that drew out your blood and feasted on your flesh, leaving you to wilt and wither, had captured your mind, chained your heart to hers.  

 She had never meant to have you and neither to keep you. You were to be a convenience, a warm artery for her to pierce and suck dry, but yet you had more to supply. You rose up again with a sudden thirst set deep within and her name on your lips. Unbeknownst to her, she had turned you. You were now a knight walker, cursed to roam the Earth beside her until the dawn of time.

 You were engrossed by her, obeying all of her commands, without wishing for anything in return. You lived to serve her- a slave of blood and amour.

 As you were passing by specks of houses on the road, you smiled to yourself, looking out at the life awaiting you. Hope let go of the steering wheel and dragged you by the jaw, extracting pained gasps out of you.

"I can hear you thinking. Stop being so joyful or I’ll throw you out onto the pavement. " She spat through gritted teeth, discarded you, and took hold of the wheel again. "You haven’t made any progress with controlling your powers. A useless pet is of no need to me! " She eyed her passenger with detest.  

   Your back hit the seat with a thud. You had disappointed her; you were unworthy of her care and love. No matter how much you tried, you would never be deserving of her affection. You turned away ashamedly and peered at your wrist- the Mikaelson crest marked onto it and circled your skin with your thumb in a soothing manner.

    The day peeled off lazily from the sky, making way for constellations to glisten down on you. You had arrived home, a slender province chalet. Fireflies were buzzing busily around the patio, flickering over grapevine leaves. The air was ripe with whiffs of rain and weeds. The stone-clothed trail illuminated the moon’s indolent glow. You followed your mistress through the mahogany door.

"I want my dinner and a glass of red." Hope declared yawnfully. She made her way to the ottoman in the middle of the rustic room and put her feet up. You poured her a glass of Tempranillo and put it down on the iron tray next to her. You crawled to her on the cushioned seat, pulled your hair back and offered her your neck.

  She scoffed at you. "You want me to feed off of you again, feed off of my own blood! Do you take me for a mere narcissist? " You glanced up at her apologetically, tears weighing your eyes at her vicious rejection. You laid your head atop her knees. She stroked it softly and sipped on her drink. "You are so pathetic, aren’t you?" You nodded in agreement.

  "Stand up! Face me!" she pulled onto a strand of your hair and whispered stringently into your ear. You followed her command with anticipation of what's to come.

The trybid caressed your cheek and pulled you in close to her. She brushed your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and kissed you gently. Her tongue slithered into your mouth, forming patterns with yours. She bit on your swollen lip, making you whimper. Pushing your hair back, she planted wet open-mouth kisses from your jaw, down your neck and collarbone. She sucked on your skin, feeling you shiver in pleasure under her touch.

 Hope’s hands landed on your hips, one creeping up your breasts. She undressed you from the waist up and pushed you down on your back, leaving lines of saliva over your stomach as she was gliding her tongue up and down your body. You moaned when you felt her nibbling on your nipple and pinching the other.

  "You enjoying yourself, gorgeous?" she chuckled arrogantly.

  "Mhm… I want you so bad…" is all you could muster.

   "Good." Hope reached down to your zipper and found her way to your dripping cunt. "God, you are so wet already."

She kissed you again, passionately, while inserting three of her fingers inside your core. You gasped in ecstasy. The girl thrusted her hand in and out of you, stretching you out, and played with your clit.

You bit down on your lips to stifle your moans. You were a mess- body shaking and twitching as your mistress toyed with you. You tightened around her digits, your cunt pulsing feverishly with each and every pump.

   "It would make me very happy if you were to coat my fingers with your cum." Hope purred seductively. You looked up into her eyes as you started to feel your release wash over you. You screamed and groaned, colliding rapidly with Hopes’s hand.

The trybrid flashed her fangs and bit your neck, treating herself to a well-deserved diner. You whined in pain and pleasure, closing your eyes and gripping the sides of the ottoman hard. Fireworks flashed before you as you squirted all over her fingers.

 Hope detached her mouth from your bleeding neck and grabbed your throat forcefully. "This didn’t mean anything to me and neither do you." She squeezed hard, let go of you unamusedly, stood up, and made her way out of the room.

[elejah-verse]

[bonnie-sheila-bennett]

Thank you for this cute little masterpiec ♡

Sweater Shopping

kai parker x bonnie bennett

summary: bonnie needs to buy a new sweater for the holiday season. kai, much to her annoyance, invites himself along.

tags: thanksgiving, autumn, not canon compliant, enemies to friends

word count: 2k

a/n: working on several different things, but in the midst of those, decided i needed a cheesy bonkai fluff-ish piece, so here's one

When Bonnie hears the passenger door shut after closing her own, she sighs. She does, however, thank the higher power above for getting her to the mall safely, considering her travel buddy has been known to attack people from the backseat of their cars. 

The boy in question smiles at her as he approaches. He puts his phone in his pocket and follows her across the road. 

Bonnie glances at him from the corner of her eye. “When I said I forgive you, I did not mean that we would be friends. And I certainly did not mean you could follow me around everywhere.”

Kai kicks a pebble across the pavement, but doesn’t answer. 

“Why did you even come with me? The mall is the last place I’d ever think you’d want to be.”

“I don’t see it as a place you’d be, either.”

“I need a new top for the holidays. My mom wants me to come over for Thanksgiving, and all my sweaters are looking pretty rough.”

“Ah.”

Bonnie lets her feet carry her to her old favorite store. She hasn’t visited in ages, but she and Elena and Caroline used to go all the time together. 

“So where’s your mom live? What’s she do?”

The girl turns to give him a sharp look. “Why do you care?”

“Damn, just curious, okay? You always talk about your Grams. I don’t know anything about your mom.”

“You don’t know anything about me, either.”

Kai clicks his tongue. “I know more than you think.”

“Ugh.” She turns back to watch where she’s going. 

“Okay, look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you.”

“Then stop talking.”

He opens his mouth again, but then promptly shuts it. 

Satisfied, Bonnie turns the corner into the store. “If you’re gonna be here, stay close. Don’t need you wandering off and killing someone,” she mutters.

Kai nods, mouth still sealed. 

For the next ten minutes as she browses, he lurks a good five feet away at all times. With time, though, he starts to pick up on what kind of sweater she’s looking for, and to her indignation, offers some options. 

“Bon.”

“What?”

He lifts up a pastel blue one.

“No.”

“This?” A green with a frilly collar. 

“No.”

“This?” Now, it’s a maroon with a lower neckline. 

She sighs, ready to snap, but then kind of likes that option. “Maybe.”

Kai, smiling, loops it around his arm to keep for her. 

After she’s collected five or six options, she searches for the dressing room. Kai follows her into the section, but when her hand reaches for the knob into the actual room, she turns to him. 

“Stay.” Like a troublemaking dog. 

To her surprise, he does. 

Kai waits patiently, tapping his boot heel on the wooden floor, while she changes. His eyes are trained on the door, curious, but not daring to ask any questions. 

Bonnie, meanwhile, stares at herself in the mirror. She isn’t sure how she likes the pink-ish, argyle fit, and crinkles her nose with uncertainty. She sighs, then snaps a picture to send to Caroline. For three minutes, she waits for a reply. After nothing, she caves. 

“Hey,” she opens the door slightly and catches Kai’s attention.

His gaze is on her immediately. “Hi.”

“I need you to tell me how this looks. I don’t know if I like it.”

“Okay.” His heart races with excitement. 

Bonnie opens the door wider to show him the whole top. Kai tries not to stare, and more importantly, tries to form an appropriate reaction that doesn’t include stuttering.

The sweater is cute, and matches the rest of her outfit well, but doesn’t seem like her style. 

“I like the color, I’m just not digging it,” Bonnie explains. 

Kai then nods. “It doesn’t seem like you.”

“Okay. Putting it in the ‘no’ pile.”

She shuts the door. 

Two minutes later, she opens the door again. “Opinion?”

It’s a plain forest green, although with tiny green sparkles throughout it. Again, she looks beautiful, but it’s still not a match. 

“I don’t like it,” she states. 

“I don’t dislike it, but I think you could find something better.”

She gives a short nod. “‘No’ pile.”

By the third time, Kai’s expecting her. The first two times, he was caught off guard, but now he waits eagerly to see the next option. 

“Red,” she announces. It’s more of a maroon, but Kai doesn’t correct her. “Might look good with some gold jewelry.”

He smiles in agreement. “I like it. Gold would match well.”

“It’s a little big in the shoulders.”

“I didn’t notice until you pointed it out. But it gives it kind of a comfy look.”

Bonnie seems to like that answer. She smiles a little before poking her head back into the room. 

In a minute’s time, she presents another. “This one’s cool.”

Kai agrees immediately. This option has a criss-cross design across the top, exposing her chest just a little. Half of it is gray, but it’s an ombre into black at the bottom. 

“Here’s the back.” She turns so he can see the ombre from the other side. 

His breath hitches in his throat at how well fits her perfect body. The whole top is slightly cropped, too, showing off her tight jeans. “Um,” he stutters. He tears his eyes away as she turns back to face him. If he hadn’t known better, she did that on purpose. 

“Opinion?”

“Maybe not to wear at your mom’s. But you should get it anyway because it looks really good on you.”

Bonnie looks in the mirror at her figure. “I see what you mean. Maybe I’ll just get it for fun.”

“You should.”

A small smirk tugs on the edge of her lips. She definitely did that on purpose. 

“Okay. Two more choices.”

Kai’s foot taps harder against the wood as his mind clings to the image of her. She laughs to herself, having no idea why she decided to tease the boy, but is certainly having fun doing it. 

“Alright, your pick.”

It’s one of the ones he lifted up for her. Another maroon option, though with a v-neck that’s slightly off the shoulders. It fits well, hugging her body, but not too much. There’s no pattern or design, but she kind of likes it that way. 

“I think I already have a pair of earrings that would go with it.”

Kai smiles. “It looks nice on you.”

“It’s very soft, too.” 

Unexpectedly, she steps out of the room for him to touch. He leans forward to feel the cashmere material. The softness of it makes him relax, visibly, as he stops tapping his foot. 

“Comfortable.”

“Very. Alright, I have one more.”

Kai pulls his hand away, but can still feel the threads lingering on his skin. He waits patiently for the last one. 

It’s plain black, again with the argyle design, but without any frill. Bonnie likes it, but it doesn’t stand out in the way the others did. 

“Opinion?”

Funnily enough, Kai’s thoughts on it match her own. “Looks good, but I like the other ones better. Color suits you.”

That comment makes her smile. “Okay. So which of the maroons, then? The slightly baggier one, or the slight v-neck one?” Kai ponders her question for a moment. Meanwhile, she continues, “I like both, but with the first maroon, I’d have to buy gold jewelry. But with the second one, my bra strap shows a little.”

“So what?” Kai says without thinking. “Girls wear bras.”

Bonnie actually laughs. “Yeah, but I’m seeing my mom. Whom I don’t know all that well when it comes to her opinions of clothes.”

Kai bites his lip. “You look gorgeous in both of them.” 

She searches his face, taken off guard by the comment, but finds complete sincerity. “Thank you.”

He only nods. “Which is more comfortable?”

“I like them both. Though that cashmere is tempting. And the price isn’t outrageous.”

“I felt like you’d like it because you seem to always wear lower necklines or v-necks.” 

She thinks about that. “I do, yeah. I don’t like the feeling of clothes being tight around my neck.” She pauses. “Alright. I’m going with the second one. Plus I already have jewelry for it.”

“Are you still getting the ombre one for fun?”

Bonnie stops abruptly at his question. “How do you know what ombre is?!”

“I have a sister! I know these things.”

“Hm. Not a lot of boys would know terms like that.”

“Jo and I used to be close,” he reveals, “I remember some of the hairstyles and colors she used to pull off.”

The thought makes the girl laugh. She likes this more human side of Kai. A far cry from the sociopathic, alien-like creature she knew in the prison world. Maybe all it took to see it was for Bonnie to give him a chance. 

“Alright, then.” She smiles. “And yes, I’m getting both.”

The next time she hears her passenger door shut, she finds herself glad that the little troublemaker came along. She got to see a different side of him, and actually enjoyed his company. He came in handy, too, with his opinions on the sweaters. Caroline hadn’t answered until they were in the check-out line. 

“Mhhhmmm, pink’s kinda more my color,” her text said, “maybe there’s a maroon?”

Bonnie showed Kai the text with a smile. 

She replied to the girl, “got a maroon one, thanks!”

What she neglected to say was that Kai picked it out for her. She kept that little tidbit to herself, as well as the fact that she had fun with him. To Bonnie’s knowledge, though, Caroline doesn’t even know the little weasel slipped into her car in the first place. 

“So…” the weasel in question starts, “what day are you going to your mom’s?”

“Two days before the actual day of Thanksgiving. She knows I have Friendsgiving here on the actual day, and she knows my best friends are closer to me than she is.”

“Ah.”

“So I’m driving down that day, but then staying the night, then driving back in the morning-ish. She lives in North Carolina,” Bonnie finally reveals.

“Oh. Are you, uh, going by yourself? Like, Elena coming with you, or something? That’s quite a drive.”

“It is, but no.”

“Damon?”

“Hell no. She hates him. He’s the one who turned her.”

“Oh,” Kai repeats, then, quieter, “shit.”

“Yeah. So just me.”

“Can I go with you?”

“What?!”

“I don’t know, just asking. Keep you company.”

“I’m not sure, Kai…” Yes, she had fun today, but to spend a four hour drive with him? And to introduce him to her mom? She’s not sure about that. 

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, “I get it.”

“I just…” She makes the mistake of looking over at him. His eyes look slightly sad, the skin underneath tinted with bags. His hands are clasped in his lap, unusually still. “Tell you what… we still have a good week and a half until then. If you are good, and promise to be on your best behavior around my mom, maybe I’ll let you come with me.”

“Wait, really?”

“Since you picked out such a nice sweater for me to wear,” she jokes. 

“I promise I’ll be good. I won’t even bug Damon for fun.”

“You better not.”

Kai’s quiet, though internally very excited. Then, after a moment, he asks, “does this make us friends?”

Bonnie sighs. “Guess it sets us on the path to friendship. If you can promise to be good,” she reiterates one more time. 

The boy smiles one more time. “Yes!” He mutters, lowkey fist pumping the air. 

Bonnie watches him, hoping she made the right decision. Truthfully, he has been a lot better to her and her friends lately. Maybe he’s grateful for the accidental second chance he got when they realized they needed his magic to return from 1903. Or, maybe, it’s Bonnie seeing him in a different way now that he’s seemed to settle down. Either way, it would be easier to be friends, rather than enemies, with Kai, and maybe, she’ll learn she wants him that way, too. 

[elejahfanfic]

Kennett_

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

I'm not sure on a plot but one of those things were people are like "just friends don't look at each other like that", with reader and Jeremy. Everyone can see they have feelings but the two of them are blind by it so they wake them up so they can get together . TVD random. Thanks!!!

Just Friends My Ass Y/n. | Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings ↪ reader is 19 turning 20, jeremy is 17 turning 18

There he was, Jeremy Gilbert. My best friend's brother, and my best friend aswell.

"y/n can you quit staring at my brother." Elena says not looking up from her textbook "What? I'm just making sure he doesn't like overdo himself, I mean look at him he looks tired. Lord knows why your studying anyways." I mumble to her.

"Oh great and he's looking back." she huffs "what's the problem with it." I turn to face her as she looks up shaking her head "it's like you have a huge crush on Jeremy." Elena says closing her book.

"What? Jeremy? no, come on Elena you know that he's just my bestfriend, not as close as you are of course but he's still a best friend." I say to her and she shrugs "it just seems like you're in love with him y/n."

"elena, you can't be serious he's my friend." I say reasoning with her, sure it may look like im infatuated with her younger brother but I see him as nothing more than a friend.

"just a friend my ass y/n." she says standing up, packing her books into her bag and walking off.

What is with people?

I wait for Jeremy after his training, he jogs up to me "Where did Elena go?" he asks as I hand him, his water.

"We had a disagreement and she thought I was in love with you, oddly enough just because I was looking at you." I clear my throat. "Everyone seems to think we're in love." he chuckles taking off his sweat covered tank-top.

"Everyone?" I ask him "Yeah, Damon, Caroline, Bonnie even Matt." Jeremy laughs. "thanks for staying, i definitely needed a ride home if I knew Elena was leaving so early." he said laughing "No problem, besides you're my bestfriend if everyone wants to say otherwise... that's fine I guess?" I question myself, almost second guessing my feelings for the youngest gilbert child.

What if all those times I tried to persuade him to hang out was because I had some real feelings for him, that couldn't be possible right? Jeremy Gilbert, feelings for the boy i've known since we were barely teenagers.

Maybe I did.

We both walk to the car, being stopped by Damon who rushed infront of me as I take a step back afraid. Jeremy grabbing me and putting me behind him, I poke my head out from behind Jeremy who sighs in relief.

"Scare me like that again and I swear to you Damon." I step out pushing him out of the way "I was wondering why Elena made it home before you two." Damon says crossing his arms over stopping me from opening my door.

"Elena and I got into a disagreement and walked off before I could, so stayed to give Jer a ride home." I shrug pushing him out of the way once more.

"Right and I'm suppose to believe you?" Damon says as I open my door "I don't care if you believe me or not." I smile to him slamming my door as Jeremy gets in and sits on the passenger side "So you two didn't stay behind and kiss, or something?" Damon says through my window and I shake my head "I'll meet you at home." I smile turning the car on and driving off.

Damon looks at the car as we drive off.

His words making me think more "So you two didn't stay behind and kiss, or something", I turn to get a glance at Jeremy before looking back to the road.

"Kiss." Jeremy snickered "How long has he been doing that?" I ask Jeremy "A few months, since my 17th birthday." Jeremy says turning on my heater.

"Jeremy its june, your 17th was 8 months ago." I say astonished at how I didn't know why people were staring at Jeremy and I were sitting together or even near each other "Well I didn't want you to overthink, besides you had started your new job then." he shrugs "it's weird isn't it, being put together with someone you've known for a while?" I ask him and he nods.

"Have you ever had feelings for me?" Jeremy asks, catching me off guard "What Jer-" "It's just a question you know." he cuts me off and I nod, smacking my lips not moving my eyes from the road "Look, maybe sometimes I've questioned my feelings for you, but I've never been a hundred percent sure about them." I say.

"Have you?" my question echoing in my mind, I didn't want to sound to interested in the topic but I suppose I had no other option but to be interested since it included me.

"Yeah of course I have, you kidding me?." He laughs "My sister has a hot best friend, but you were off limits, Elena used to say that." he chuckles and I laugh.

Right now in this moment, I was questioning my feelings for Jeremy. They exist but did I want to shed some light on them, act on them.

"Look Jeremy, I feel something for you." I pull the car over turning to face him "Really?" he says and I nod "I don't know if it's because of what you said but I think this is the most sure I've ever been on my feelings for you." I say and he grabs my hand sending my heartbeat to oblivion.

Without saying anything Jeremy places his other hand on my cheek leaning in, as do I.

Then his lips touch mine, maybe people were right about us.

The glances, looking back twice, the hanging out after school and work. The way we could get along in front of anyone and forget about everyone else in the room.

Every moment I've ever thought about kissing him, flashing in my mind until he pulls apart.

"I think they constant talk about us were all signs." he says placing his forehead against mine "ok don't go spiritual you know I hate that." I pull away as he laughs, I turn the car back on and we drive home.

[certifiedceraunophile]

KLAROLINE AU: MARRIED THIEVES

Being gifted a Red Notice by the InterPol after stealing a piece of rock worth more than 300 million dollars wasn't exactly the anniversary gift they hoped for, until they decided it was.   OR

In which Klaus and Caroline commit, what is now widely being referred to as The Crime of the Century, by pulling off the most stunningly complicated heist in criminal history in a bid to lift the priceless Moonstone, an invaluable artifact from the Early Norse civilization that is now in the possession of the two most prolific thieves of the 21st century.

When the trail of clues they deliberately left behind, in hopes of future entertainment from the InterPol is discovered on the eve of their fifth wedding anniversary, they are both, needless to say, notably irked at the prospect of starting their game of cat and mouse ahead of schedule. 

Weathering numerous grumbling comments and just as many strongly worded complaints from his grumpy wife and not to mention many many placating kisses later, Klaus convinces his  partner in crime and in marriage that this minor change in schedule is but a slight inconvenience that can be resolved with a single jet ride to their private island off the coast of the Caribbean— Their own little piece of paradise where they will not only spend their days and nights celebrating the anniversary of their union, undisturbed and undetected, but also have plenty of time to decide precisely how revenge must be exacted for this audacious little disruption from their friends at the InterPol.

Caroline, even before she fastens her seat belt on their jet, already has a very specific painting in mind. It’s perfect for their next Mark. She’ll be sure to let Enzo know that they will be heading to Russia next, as soon as their celebrations in the Caribbean are over. 

After all, there’s a painting at the Hermitage with the name Mr. and Mrs. Forbes on it.

For @klarolineauseason  

[ktb90s]

Ben approached Jed, who knelt down by the bag of explosives. “Jed. Can we talk?”

Jed kept his focus on the arsenal. “Can’t talk. Getting ready for the apocalypse that you started.”

The words stung but Ben remained composed. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“What did you think was going to happen when you freed your psycho dad?”

Ben took a step towards Jed. “I told you my reasons.”

Jed turned to him, glaring. “I know your reasons. It’s the reason why we’re here.”

Ben “Jed, please.”

“What do you want from me?” he said as he rose up to meet him face to face. “Huh? You expect us to go back to what it was before. You hurt my friends. You hurt me. We’re currently fighting for our lives and the world.”

“You’re right and I am sorry. This was going to happen either way.”

“But you wouldn’t have had a hand in it.” Jed pointed at him.

Ben looked down at the ground.

“If this was about us, you could have come to us. You could have come to me. I would have listened to you because I care about you.”

The words registered in his mind. “Care?”

Jed realized what he said. He turned away, silently cursing himself.

“You still care about me?”

Jed whipped back around. “Of course, I do, idiot. Why do you think I’m mad?”

Ben struggled to contain his urge to smile.

Jed ran his his fingers through his hair. “God, I was feeling so many things for the past few days. I was able to think straight and just focus on being mad at you but looking at you...makes it hard for me.”

Ben stepped forward. He took Jed’s face in his hands and crashed into his lips. Jed almost gave in but stopped himself, pushing Ben hard away. The demigod tumbled back but his gaze on Jed didn't waver. Silence and uncertainty hovered in the air around and between them. Jed panted hard, surprised by the kiss. His hands turned into fists as he tried to ignore the pull of temptation. 

“Damn,” Jed growled. He released his fists and reached for Ben. His left hand grabbed the back of his neck and drew his face back to resume. There was no resistance from either party. Their hands held onto each other tight. Their lips and tongues eagerly mingled with each other, hungry for the taste and touch.

All they felt and all that was unsaid spilled into their contact. All that Jed thought he should feel deteriorated. There was nothing but him and Ben now. Thoughts of impending doom and feelings of past anger melted in the heat of their hot blooded bodies.

The kiss ended but the embrace remained. Panting breaths escaped their swollen mouths. Ben looked at Jed. The werewolf’s face was softer, more welcoming. The smile that tugged at Ben earlier formed.

“I’m still mad at you,” Jed whispered.

Ben gave a small nod. “I know.”

Jed closed his eyes and leaned in. Their heads touched. Despite the future situation, they felt safe and secure with each other. The kiss dissolved the tensions, flooding their bodies with relief.

“When we survive this,” Ben said. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.” The corner of Jed’s mouth curled up. 

I had this idea after I saw the sneak peek last night. I might do a longer fanfiction since we're not getting any episodes till June 2nd

Hope you enjoyed this. Thank you. I might put a more edited version on my Wattpad.

[paradiecircus]

Have another Stefonnie idea before I start this but I’m definitely in the brainstorming phase 🤔🤔🤔

What would it be like if Bonnie crossed paths with Cordelia’s coven? 🤔🤔🤔