#ELIJAH !! I love your writing to bits and pieces
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Hi babygirl!! I’m back yet again 🤭 I’ve got a spicier one for you this time.
Okay so y/n (aka me bc why not) and Rebekah are bffs, talking like usual in her room when y/n one day asks her if she had always been with men only, maybe if she dated women she’d had found love or whatever. Bex says she’s not into women but she has experimented with them before. Elijah and Klaus are in the family room, minding their business when they hear noises. Both brothers have always have a huge ass crush on y/n, Bex knew about it, but they never told her because they didn’t know how to. Rebekah decides to take full advantage of this and fucks y/n, knowing damn well her brothers can hear how loud they are. So from the family room, they follow the noise to Bex’s room & find the two girls scissoring. They watch quietly and jack off but when Klaus moans, both girls hear and quickly turn to the door, catching both brothers redhanded. This obviously leads to a 4some. {kinks: double penetration, voyeurism, breeding, boob play (lots btwn the girls), praise, degradation, choking, and ofc scissoring for the girls}
Ménage à Quatre
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Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Rebekah & the boys...
♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet Aurora! This was so much fun to write & also a bit of a challenge (lots of moving parts haha) ♡♡
5.3k words - Warnings: pure smut, foursome, NO INCEST, girl on girl, fingering, handjobs, oral sex, scissoring, double penetration, voyeurism, choking, lots of praise and a sprinkling of degradation, my Elijah favoritism shining through, Klaus and Elijah being a little rough, Rebekah likes to watch...
PS: This is unofficially extra-extra-extra-extraordinary ~lol
Rebekah's room was always your favorite place in the Mikaelson compound. It was feminine and elegant, and had beautiful pieces of furniture. Whenever you would go to your best friend's bedroom, you couldn't help but admire the view; and the woman.
She was beautiful with her long blonde hair and stunning features, not to mention that gorgeous accent of hers. You had always harbored a bit of a crush, but kept it to yourself, afraid to ruin the friendship.
As always, you were both sitting on her bed, legs crossed and telling each other the latest gossip. And today, you found yourself telling Rebekah about a recent fling and hook-up.
Rebekah was listening intently as she rummaged through her closet, tossing you some clothes she wanted you to try. You always felt a little shy getting undressed in front of her but you got more comfortable over time.
You pulled on a vintage pleated mini skirt from the early 2000s, it didn't even cover your buttcheeks.
You gave Rebekah a spin while giggling, "How do I look?"
She laughs, her eyes gazing over your body appreciatively. "Sexy, as always."
You blush under her gaze and pull off your top, rummaging through the pile of clothes to find a new shirt.
"Try this on," Rebekah suggests, holding up a lacy red push up bra.
"Sure," you reply with a shrug, taking off your own plain white one and throwing it across the room.
As you put on the new bra, Rebekah took the opportunity to admire your half naked figure. You bite your lip, feeling the tension building in the room.
You sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, her eyes followed you closely. Your skin felt hot under her gaze and your heart beat faster in your chest.
"I have a question for you, love," she says softly, looking down at her fingernails casually, acting as if nothing happened.
"What is it?"
"Elijah and Klaus are both quite taken with you. I've heard them talk about you before," Rebekah replies. Her voice is low and her eyes dark, she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "Did you know that?"
"Really? I don't know…" You can't stop your eyes from widening in surprise. "But they've never said anything to me…”
"Is it so hard to believe they are attracted to you? You're beautiful. Sexy. Any man would be lucky to have you."
Your entire body feels hot under her gaze and you're unable to form a sentence. But to your luck, you don't have to answer her as she speaks again.
"Or maybe," she drawls, slowly starting to crawl towards you on the bed. "You're into women."
You gulp, paralyzed by her hypnotizing gaze. Before you can think of anything witty to say, you're pinned against her pillows, soft fabric squished under your back.
She pushes her knee between your legs, straddling you in the process. You gasp at her boldness, lust taking over your mind. She leans closer, so close that her lips are almost brushing against yours.
"So which one would you choose?" she asks softly, her breath ghosting over your face.
"Choose?" You repeat breathily.
"My brothers. Which one?" she clarifies, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I-I" You stop to clear your throat, trying to swallow down the sudden nerves. "Probably Elijah, he seems more gentle than Klaus," you mumble.
Rebekah chuckles, enjoying the effect she is having on you. "He would be thrilled to hear you say that. But," she stops, bringing her lips next to your ear. "I was hoping you'd choose me," she whispers.
It takes everything in your body not to moan when her soft lips move over the sensitive skin on your neck.
Her hands slide up your body before cupping your breasts through the lacy bra. She kneads your flesh firmly before pulling the cups down. Your breasts spill out, nipples pebbling under her ravenous stare.
"I didn't realize it was an option," you breathe.
Rebekah grins at you, eyes flashing dangerously before dipping her head.
"It's always been an option," she husks.
Her attention shifts to your exposed tits, nipples pink and puffy from her touch. She gives them a little smack, knocking the breath out of you.
Her actions instantly cause a throbbing between your thighs as you subconsciously try to close them.
Without warning, she leans down and swipes her tongue along one nipple. Her saliva leaves a cool coating over your skin as she works her way across your chest to give the same treatment to your other tit.
She hums softly against your skin before she bites down lightly, causing your body to arch up towards her, a breathy sigh leaving your lips.
You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch. You want to touch her too, feel her soft skin beneath your fingertips, hear her delicate moans in your ear.
Your hands slowly slide up her thighs, teasing the exposed skin. She doesn't stop you as your hands travel higher and higher, crawling up the slope of her stomach.
She takes your wrists and guides your arms over your head, pinning them against the headboard with one hand, biting her lip in concentration. Her stare is intense, dark and arousing, lust and hunger burning brightly in her eyes.
"Not so fast," she murmurs, kissing the side of your mouth, then quickly withdrawing. "This is all about you,”
Her free hand dips underneath your skirt, reaching the damp fabric of your panties, and pushes it aside. She grins as her finger runs up and down your slit, teasing and prodding your entrance, you let out a soft moan, arching into her touch.
Her lips attach to the skin on your neck, suckling at the tender flesh. She grazes her teeth across the fluttering pulse point, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.
You tried to stifle your moans, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings. There was a possibility others in the house could also hear you. Klaus and Elijah were only just downstairs, and with their vampire hearing they could definitely pick up on your moans, even through the closed door. And that thought, of them listening in on you and Rebekah having sex, turned you on even more.
Rebekah grinned, as if she was reading your mind. She removed her hand from between your legs and moved back a little on the bed, grabbing your skirt and pulling it off before pulling off her down clothes. You feel the cold air hit your now bare pussy as she tosses her garments onto the floor.
"Come here," she said softly, grabbing your hips and pulling you under her.
She pressed her chest to yours, the soft skin of her breasts brushing against your own. Your nipples brushed against hers and you both moaned softly. The two of you gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before capturing her lips.
Her tongue pushed in roughly, exploring every inch of your mouth. You reciprocated eagerly, humming against her lips and gripping her waist to pull her closer.
Rebekah slides her hand down your body and between your legs, and begins to slowly stroke your clit. You arch your back, moaning loudly. She chuckles and slowly pushes a finger inside of you, then another.
She thrusts her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them in just the right way to make you squirm.
"You're so wet, darling," she coos, licking her lips. "Tell me what you want."
"More…"
Elijah was sitting in the courtyard, book in his lap, enjoying one of the rare moments he had to himself. Klaus was sketching something, and the silence was comfortable.
But their moment of peace was interrupted by the sounds of giggling coming from upstairs.
"Sounds like someone is having a good time," the hybrid muttered.
"Yes, I suppose so," Elijah agreed, trying not to listen to the noises.
They are both a little jealous of Rebekah's bond with you, she seemed to have a connection with you that they couldn't achieve. And while they were both aware that the two of you were just friends, sometimes it was hard not to feel left out.
"Maybe we should go see what's going on," Klaus suggested, glancing at his brother.
"No, leave them be, they are probably just trying on clothes again," Elijah replied, trying to focus on his book. He wasn't actually sure what the girls were up to, but he didn't want to disturb them.
Suddenly there's a loud moan, followed by a giggle, and the brothers are unable to ignore it anymore.
They both looked at eachother then got up, heading for the stairs. They could hear the girls whispering and laughing, the sounds getting louder as they reached the door.
Klaus stopped Elijah before he walked in, pressing his index finger to his lips and listening.
You were flushed and trembling, Rebekah between your legs, teasing your pussy with her tongue.
"Fuck," you gasp, grabbing her hair and pulling her closer.
Rebekah loved this, having you at her mercy. You were so hot and responsive, and she couldn't get enough. She could hear her brothers downstairs, questioning what the two of you were doing and she decided to put on a show.
Torture them a little.
Your breathing grew faster as you bucked your hips, riding her face as she kept sucking your clit, your pleasure climbing higher and higher, the tension building in your core.
"Bekah, I'm gonna-"
She pulled back and looked up at you, her smirk the most mischievous you've ever seen.
"Don't come yet, beautiful," she coaxed you, grinning wickedly. "I have one more thing to show you,"
She grins and leans forward, her breasts pressed against yours, she gently positions one of your legs over hers, pulling your bodies flush against each other. She kisses you softly, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling a little before breaking the kiss.
She takes her hands and intertwines them with yours as she starts moving her hips slowly, gently sliding her wet pussy against yours. You gasp at the feeling and move your hips, trying to match her rhythm.
Your eyes close and your head falls back. Rebekah looks down at you, smiling proudly at the effect she has on you.
"Just like that," she whispers. "Feel me move against you..."
You looked down at the sight of your pussies grinding together, and groaned, biting your lip. It was so erotic, and you can't get enough. The way her clit brushes against yours, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
The bed creaked beneath you as you moved faster, trying to chase the high that's just out of reach. It was too much, the pleasure building deep within your belly, your muscles clenching tight. Just when you are about to reach your peak you hear a noise coming from the hallway and you freeze.
Both of you look towards the door, waiting for it to open, and sure enough, the knob turns, revealing the intruders. Klaus and Elijah, of course.
"Looks like we have company, love," Rebekah teased, continuing to grind on you.
They both looked a little caught, as if they didn't expect the door to be unlocked. They stepped in sheepishly, the both of them looking over the two of you, their eyes darkening.
"Hello brothers, it seems we have a new toy to play with," Rebekah stated, eyeing them intensely, her smile full of mischief. "Would you like that darling? To be shared between the three of us?"
You let out a soft moan as Rebekah moves her body in a particular way that has your eyes rolling back into your head. When you speak, you almost sound like you are begging, desperate for their touch.
"Yes," you breathe.
You watched Elijah and Klaus eagerly undress, their eyes still lingering on the two of you, hunger evident in their gaze.
"Look at how you're blushing," Klaus teases, chuckling and moving closer to the bed.
"Such a pretty little thing," Elijah agreed, his lips turning up in a knowing smile.
Rebekah continued to move her hips against yours. "I know," she moaned, running a hand through your hair. "You really are beautiful."
You moan louder as Klaus begins running his hands over your exposed body. Elijah soon joins him, moving to your other side, fingers tracing the outline of your lips. He pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth and you immediately suck them, eyes fluttering shut. You moan around his fingers, pulling them deeper inside.
Rebekah groans, watching you swirl your tongue around his skin, the wetness gathering between your thighs growing, and you whine, rutting against her to create some friction.
"How desperate," Rebekah smirked, slowing down her movements so that the friction isn't enough to satisfy you.
Elijah removes his fingers and moves to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth, hungrily tasting you. Klaus touches your breasts, squeezing and playing with your sensitive nipples. You moan into the kiss, arching your back to rub your skin against his calloused fingers.
You are trapped between the three of them, completely at the mercy of their hands and mouths and you’d never been more turned on.
"I want to see her cum," Klaus murmurs, nipping your earlobe, making you shudder.
Rebekah increases the pace, grinding her clit into yours over and over. You mewl in pleasure, bucking your hips, begging for more. You look up and notice that Elijah has already started stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on you.
"I bet her pussy feels incredible, don't you think?" Klaus asks Elijah huskily, pinching your nipple between two fingers and pulling on it.
You yelp from the overload of sensations, your whole body convulsing. You can't hear what Elijah says because Rebekah reaches between your legs and circles her index finger around your swollen clit, pushing you over the edge.
Your pussy contracts, clamping down around nothing, convulsing against Rebekah's thumb. She sucks in a ragged breath, her hips spasming and rocking back and forth, your hips moving together. Your clit brushes against hers and you let out an embarrassing noise of surprise, coming at the same time as her.
Rebekah collapsed, sweaty and shaking. She buried her face in your neck, mumbling your name over and over, her body still pulsating with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She pulls back, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. She smiles down at you and leans in for another kiss, this time it's slow and gentle, filled with affection.
"You look so beautiful when you come," she whispers against your lips, pressing another soft peck on the side of your mouth. "I think I'll let my brothers have a turn with you now," she gently nips at your skin, tickling you, making you giggle.
Then she moves from the bed and sits on the armchair across the room, watching with dark eyes. Her legs spread as she watches the show, hand finding her clit and rubbing it slowly.
Elijah guides you to lay on your side facing him, while Klaus presses himself to your back, their strong hands gliding along your curves. Elijah wastes no time and leans down to kiss you, pulling your tongue between his lips and sucking it.
Klaus bites down on the skin of your neck, leaving hickeys along the area from your collarbone to the junction of your neck.
Their hands wander over your curves. Elijah's hand cups your breasts, toying with the hard peaks. "Such a pretty little slut." His voice is low, and he smirks at the way your body reacts to his words.
You can feel Klaus' hard member pressing against your back, along with Elijah's length pressed against your front.
You palm Elijah's cock through his boxers, stroking him in slow strokes, loving the way he feels and smells. His dark eyes watch you with adoration as he gives a gentle thrust into your hand.
"Do you like that?" You ask, your voice soft as you continue to pump him, occasionally bringing your hand higher up his shaft and teasing his sensitive head.
He nods eagerly, his fingers tangling into your hair, pressing his hips into you with more urgency. You can feel the veins on his cock pulsate under your touch as his breathing becomes erratic and shallow.
Klaus turns you so you are lying on your back between them, your free hand reaching for his cock, mimicking what you are doing to Elijah.
The feeling of having their cocks in your hands at the same time drives you crazy, you love being surrounded by them. They start kissing your neck and shoulder blades, leaving little marks of their own. You feel them getting harder and harder as they rut into your hands.
The heat between the three of you begins to rise, moans, gasps and whispered praises filling the air. They tease your breasts, letting their fingers and lips roam your body, softly caressing your nipples.
Rebekah groans at the sight and starts rubbing her clit faster, her breath catching as she watches you from across the room. You turn your head slightly, your eyes meeting hers, and you bite your lip, your hand speeding up, stroking them faster.
Elijah's hand wanders lower, touching your inner thigh and his mouth is pressing lightly on your neck and jaw.
"Fuck, just like that darling," he breathes, slowly circling your clit with the pad of his finger, pulling a small gasp from your lips, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
"You like that?" Klaus whispers into your ear, biting on your lobe as he does.
You look towards him and lean over, capturing his lips and teasing him with your tongue, keeping up the movements of your hands on their cocks. He takes control easily, taking charge and deepening the kiss.
"Why don't you come sit on my lap," Klaus murmurs against your lips, brushing back the strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you with affection.
You let go of them and let yourself be maneuvered so that you were straddling him, the tip of his thick shaft pressing against your entrance, teasing your soaked pussy.
Before you can slide onto his cock, his thumb brushes against your slit and gently taps your swollen clit, causing bolts of pleasure to pass through you, you suck in a gasp and start riding his finger, feeling tiny pleasure sparks shooting through your body.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and he grabs your hips roughly pushing you down onto his cock, causing you to moan as the pleasure of being filled so deep hits you. You lift your hips and his cock slides out a little bit, before you push yourself back down on him. You move slowly, adjusting to his large size. The way your muscles tighten around him makes him groan in pleasure.
Klaus smiled wickedly, his hand coming down to smack your ass, making you yelp and fall forward, burying your head into the crook of his neck.
Rebekah rubbed her clit as she watched you bounce on Klaus' cock, her chest heaving and a desperate expression on her beautiful features.
"Ride him properly now, he's not a particularly patient man," she teased.
Klaus chuckled and smacked you again, harder this time, his other hand wrapping around your throat. You positioned your legs on either side of his and started really moving. Rolling your hips, clenching, using his thighs to your advantage. Each time you pushed yourself down you clenched hard, dragging a long low groan from his parted lips.
"Such a perfect little whore," Klaus grunted as you picked up your pace. His grip tightened around your neck and his other hand squeezed your breasts, twisting your nipples roughly. Your rhythm grew messy, your hips moving in earnest, searching for friction.
Rebekah couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene, watching you fall apart in Klaus' lap had her chasing her high too.
Elijah gazed fondly at the two of you, moving behind you and licking along your back, grabbing your cheeks in his large hands and massaging them before smacking them harshly. You whined loudly, gripping Klaus' forearms tightly, both men chuckled at your responses.
Klaus slowed your movements as Elijah pressed his chest against your back, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his muscular arms wrapping around you. He wrapped one hand around your body and traced small circles across your clit. You gasped and ground against him, desperate for more friction, he ignored your frantic pleading, holding your trembling thighs steady, growling commands in your ear telling you to settle down.
Elijah's hands moved over your hips then between your ass cheeks and slowly circled the edges of your tight hole.
"Have you ever had two men take you at once?" he purred, your blush deepened, and you shook your head.
"Well then we have so much to teach you," Rebekah cheered, spreading her legs further apart.
Elijah leaned back and spread your cheeks further, teasing the hole and coaxing a litany of pleads from your pretty mouth. Your hole was tight and sensitive, only the tip of Elijah's middle finger slowly inserted inside, pushing against your walls to the first knuckle. Klaus's hand tightened around your throat, his eyes glued to your face. Elijah applied more pressure, before he began to move his finger slowly in and out of your ass.
"Shit, Elijah," you groaned, the sensation making you squeeze around Klaus' cock.
With Klaus's grip on you, there was very little range of movement and Elijah smirked at your efforts, removing his finger altogether for a moment.
You weren't sure if you were relieved or frustrated by this.
You let out a shaky gasp as his fingers circled the tense ring of muscle once again, your nails digging into Klaus's shoulders harder when you felt a second finger at your entrance, the slight burn adding to the never-ending list of sensations flooding your mind.
"Relax, sweetheart, take a deep breath." Elijah said softly, kissing the side of your neck and letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin.
You couldn't stop yourself from trembling as Klaus and Elijah shared a chuckle at your eagerness.
"Do you like the thought of having two cocks inside you?" Klaus said, letting go of your throat and twining his fingers into your hair instead. "Of being stuffed full, stretched to your limit, our little whore?”
You could practically feel Rebekah rolling her eyes and grinning.
"Aren't you glad you indulged Rebekah now." Klaus pressed his mouth to your cheekbone, nuzzling the skin until your eyelashes fluttered. "Can't get enough, can you love? So greedy."
"Y-yes," you stutter, feeling Elijah's cock brush against your hole.
Rebekah made a pleased noise at your shaky answer, but didn't make any indication to interrupt, instead just slowly circling her clit, watching with rapt attention.
"Tell them what you want, darling," Rebekah asked quietly.
You turned and stared into her blue eyes and Rebekah breathed out heavily at your desperate gaze. "I want you to put both your cocks in me, I...want to be stuffed full, please," you rambled breathily, shutting your eyes and gasping out when your reward for those begging words was Elijah slowly easing his cock into your ass.
Your back arched slightly and you let out a loud moan, Elijah wrapped an arm around you, the other on your hip, gently urging you to move.
"Good girl, I'll go slow." Elijah's voice sent a shiver of want through you as he continued pressing in more of his thick length with an agonizing pace that left you begging and gasping.
"If only Elijah could see your pretty little face." Klaus chuckled, slowly thrusting up as his brother eventually bottomed out with a low groan, slowly shifting inside you so as not to hurt you.
After a moment, Elijah guided you with small rocks of his hips, kissing your neck and running his hand through your hair and cupping your chin. You sigh into a kiss, and with a few slow experimental pumps of his hips, the painful stretching turned into waves of pleasure.
"Oh, she likes it," Klaus laughed deeply, using his hands to roll your hips into Elijah's, guiding your hips with the upthrusts of his own.
You were completely overwhelmed as you let Klaus guide your hips. You moaned softly with each movement from either side. You had never been filled so deep. You could feel your climax rapidly approaching and all at once you wanted nothing more than both their cum buried deep inside of you.
The two of them used their combined strengths to pound you at a faster, harsher pace.
"S - shit. Fuck." Your hands started roaming your own body; touching every part of you they couldn't while on the search for release, you pinched your nipples and Klaus dipped his fingers to your clit, furiously strumming the bud in rough circles.
All three of them watched you squirming in pure ecstasy and grunting as their pleasure crashed. The heat was growing intense, leaving you weak and desperate. They didn't stop as your walls began to tighten, continuing at their hurried pace until you finally fell over the edge, taking them with you.
For a moment, everything went hazy as they filled you with their cum, their moans echoed in the room and they caught your shaking body, murmuring praise and reassurances until you regained your ability to think.
Elijah pulled out of you and Klaus caressed your thighs with his hands, his thumb rubbing circles across your skin. He kisses you gently on your forehead and moves you off his lap, laying you down on the bed.
Rebekah laid down beside you, kissing your cheeks and making you giggle. She looked gorgeous, gently biting at her lip as she admired your blissed out expression. You wanted to make her feel good, since she'd been so left out in this adventure.
You pushed her gently on to her back, kissing her neck and lips. You move down her body, licking and biting and tugging. She threads her fingers into your hair and you shuffle between her legs, sucking on her nipples and swirling them with the tip of your tongue. She moans and bucks her hips.
"Thank you for being so patient Becca," you smirk and wink, sending a flush of color rushing through her pretty face.
Using both of your hands, you raise her left thigh higher onto your shoulder as you lick between her soft pussy lips. You glance back towards Rebekah's brothers, expecting one of them to take advantage of your inviting posture.
Elijah steps forwards and bends over you, kissing your ass cheeks before easing his cock into your pussy, moving with slow, lazy thrusts. His hands roam your ass, murmuring praise and making you blush.
Rebekah groans softly, and that is all the encouragement you need to start focusing your attention on her clit, slurping messily, loving the sounds you are pulling from her. You ease two fingers into her heat, curling your fingers as you thrust and swirl them inside her, drawing out more and more of the erotic symphony she makes.
You can tell she is close by the way her legs are trembling. You pull your mouth away from her core to let out a sharp cry as Elijah picks up the speed. You quickly re-attach your mouth to her pussy and fuck her fast and hard with your fingers. The rapid pressure of your fingers against her g-spot has Rebekah grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your mouth firmly to her clit as she falls apart, squeezing your head with her thighs.
She pulls you back by the hair and lets out a contented sigh, softly moaning as your fingers continue moving deep inside her.
Rebekah giggled at the look on your face, watching you being slowly fucked by Elijah, she could tell you were desperate for more.
"You love to torture her, don't you Elijah," Rebekah hissed, feeling the soft bites your teeth delivered to her tender skin. "You want her to beg for more, don't you?"
"She can hardly beg with your thighs clamped around her head," Elijah chuckled.
You moaned as Elijah's hand tangled into your hair, pulling you up so your face was pulled away from Rebekah's pussy, her wetness covered your lips and chin.
Klaus was watching the scene, stroking himself, smirking as you gasped when Elijah took complete control.
"You are ours," Elijah growled, nipping at your neck. "And we are going to show you just how much we love having our little play thing around."
His lips traced along your pulse-point before nipping his teeth across your flesh, leaving red and purplish bite marks as he went.
Klaus and Rebekah moved closer, both of them sitting up on their knees in front of you. You reached out to Rebekah, your fingers moving back between her legs. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat. Your fingers found her clit and gently circled it.
Her hips jerked towards your hand as you continued to grind your ass back on Elijah's cock.
You took Klaus in your other hand and stroked his length, the four of you moving in sync, your hands, lips, hips and tongue working in tandem to tease and pleasure them.
There were so many different sensations and you were trembling from the intensity of it all. You had no control over anything, and yet you had complete power over the sensations they were all receiving.
It was filthy, scandalous, but it felt so good.
Elijah sank his cock deeper into you and his mouth trailed kisses along the back of your neck. Klaus, Rebekah and you were panting and moaning, each of you edging closer to climax.
Rebekah came first, she threw her head back and moaned loudly, her body tensed, her muscles clenching around your fingers. You watched as she rode your hand, her cunt pulsing and you moaned with delight as her thighs tightened.
Klaus was next, and he grunted as he came, spilling into your hand. His eyes were glazed over and he grinned lazily.
Elijah picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder as he approached his own climax. "Going to fill your delicious little pussy up," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening.
He buried his cock inside you and came, causing you to buck and whimper. You felt his release fill you and you couldn't help but groan.
"Such a pretty little thing, so good for us," Klaus whispered as he stroked your hair. Watching your eyebrows arch as you came on Elijah's cock. Rebekah cooed in the background, smiling with pride.
All thoughts evaporated as the sweet tension took over and you let go, moaning long and low as your climax hit.
Elijah pulled out of you, letting you fall forward into Klaus' arms. Elijah smacked your ass, loving the way the light burn added to your fading high.
You giggled softly as Klaus laid you down on top of him, while Elijah and Rebekah snuggled up on either side of you.
All thoughts dissolved with the warm afterglow, and the loving caresses on your heated skin. You buried your face into Klaus's chest, Rebekah massaging your scalp, Elijah gently rubbing circles across your lower back.
"I think she's the best one yet," Rebekah yawned, her cheeks still red.
"Definitely," Klaus replied, closing his eyes.
Elijah murmured softly in agreement, breathing deeply through his nose. The brothers were quickly fading to sleep.
"You guys do this often?" You chuckled, listening to their hearts thump as they calmed down.
"Only occasionally," Elijah admitted sleepily, kissing the top of your head. "For special occasions with special people,"
You smiled contently, pleased with yourself and the three immortals surrounding you.
"So are you saying I'm special?" You teased, giggling at their groans.
"Yes darling, extraordinarily so," Rebekah sighed happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "Please, don't leave."
"Ever." Klaus and Elijah grumbled.
"Never ever." You sighed contently, drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of three, perfect lovers.
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Hi! Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson fic similar to pulling heartstrings? I love your work btw! It always cheers me up ❤️
Ahh thank you!! <3 I am so happy to know it makes someone smile :) I’m actually pretty proud of Pulling Heartstrings. Definitely a favorite. Still amazed people asked for a part 2 lol. Elijah does deserve some love tho.
Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals
Warnings: YANDERE, creepy, stalking, kidnapping, mind manipulation, Elijah is nice, he’s also a little OOC…sorry 0-0
DISCLAIMER: I usually write yandere stuff with a not so happy ending unless specified otherwise by the requester. If there is anything triggering that's in the warnings, then please do not read for your own safety and comfort.
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Beating Hearts
You were the pawn of the queen and king in a chess game. It was obvious to you and all of your friends. Although you cared for them deeply, since they were the only close friends and family you had since childhood, the realization of how things changed tore deep into your heart. Ever since Elena, one of your best friends, met an over one-hundred year old vampire things have certainly changed.
All of your lives were tied around supernatural fingers. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t talk about the original vampires, the werewolves, and any witches who weren’t on our side. There wasn’t a day where you could relax.
As if you’ve never asked for something to come up and keep you on your toes instead of being so bored in your life as a teenager. This was something you didn’t really ask for. And it just so happened that your life seemed to get worse. Elijah was on your side, for the most part, when first meeting him. He wanted to take his own brother down and make sure his curse wasn’t broken. In this case, keeping Elena alive.
Elijah was a kind man to you. To all humans in the group, technically. Which only seemed to be you and Elena. There were times where Elijah was welcomed into our home so he, Elena, and Alaric could talk business. You always seemed to be at the wrong place and wrong time, making you awkwardly sit in the corner of the room while they did what they had to do. And when Elena gets an interrupted phone call by none other than her boyfriend, it leaves the room to just you and the original.
A brief talk is all it was. Him making you smile, and you making him smile. It left as quickly as it came with Elena bringing usual bad news. The group left, insisting you stayed. Even Elijah was sure to agree with Elena on that idea.
You took the rest of your time and days minding your own business, clearly noticing how they didn’t want you involved. You figured you’d cope with your loneliness somehow or another, but a simple piece of paper changed your mind.
You didn’t see the group much during the weeks. But you didn’t have to in order to get a smile on your face every day. Elijah was leaving letters for you in your room. It started off as apologizing for not greeting you and asking how your day was. You must say that your heart was beating a little faster every time you saw a note hidden somewhere in your room.
Notes soon turned into almost daily visits. Sometimes you went out in town with him, and other times you sat in your home sipping tea. It was all fun and admirable to you until he said he will be getting a bit more busy. Those smiles you had every day because of him have left when you couldn’t see him at all. It was only three days of no Elijah, and yet that seemed to make his promise of protecting you break into tiny little pieces.
“Hello, Love.” Klaus greeted, his sharp eyes staring right into your soul. You tried to shut the door on him, aware of the warning Elijah has given you about his own brother. To your surprise, he stopped the door from shutting with a simple hard held grip on it, pushing it back open. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Now, now, sweetheart. It’s rude to shut doors onto your guests.”
“H-how can you get in…? I didn’t invite you in.” Your voice was a whisper, too scared to set off the big bad wolf’s timer.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling that made your spine shiver. “I’m afraid you don’t own the house anymore, love. Now, I suggest you cooperate or things will get messy.” He takes one step forward before falling to the ground with a loud snap echoing in the house. Elijah stood over Klaus, his hands smoothing out his nice suit.
He looked up at you as he quickly got closer. His big hand envelops your own. You were too shocked to do anything at the moment. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I don’t smell any blood on you.” He looks all over you. You could see the fear in his eyes.
“What…what just happened?” You ask him.
He doesn’t answer, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you out of your own house. “Come. I’ll take you to a safe place.”
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The more you stayed in the cabin, the more your brain started to scramble and cook. It has been about a week since Elijah brought you to a secluded cabin in a forest. You never thought to leave as his words were very clear that leaving would bring you doom. But now…now you were getting suspicious.
“You said I could leave when it’s safe and it’s been over a week.” You start just after a few minutes of the handsome man arriving.
“And I keep my word.”
“So?” You stand up, anger rising in your system. “Is it safe?”
His body was tense, straightening up at your threatening stance. You knew full well he was much stronger than you, but you had every right to fight for your freedom. It has been suspicious to you for him to not let you leave.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “It isn’t, I’m afraid. My brother still wreaks havoc in town.”
Your blood boils, remembering specifically what he said just a few days prior. “You're lying.”
“Pardon?” He was getting defensive now.
“You’re lying! I heard you on the phone two days ago! You said Klaus left town. Why are you keeping me here?!”
His eyes got dark by your words. “I assure you, it’s still quite dangerous with his hybrids around.”
“I…I don’t understand. I thought he only wanted me to be a hostage to get Elena. If this whole ritual thing is done, then he won’t need me anymore.” You try to piece together the information you were able to grab. “I’m leaving.” You suddenly say.
The wood under your feet creaked as you walked to the front door, opening it to step out. “I’m tired of you lying to me. I thought we were friends-” You mumble to yourself but was cut short to some kind of invisible wall blocking you in. You remember this very well. Bonnie telling you all about her spells, and one in particular can lock people inside rooms or certain areas.
You turn around to ask the man himself why there was such a spell, but he was right before your eyes. His fingers gently glide over your cheek as he looks down at you. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice so shortly.” He was almost cooing, his voice so gentle it could make you fall asleep. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”
“Wh-why…?” You wanted to cry. You were so confused by everything that’s been going on. Making a friend who has apparently kidnapped you and doesn’t seem to want to let you go.
“Because I love you too much. You can get hurt in that god forsaken town.” He says the last sentence bitterly. “Your friends… they don’t seem to care for you as much as I do.”
Deep down, you knew he was right. But you still had the heart to try and escape. To live freely once more and see your friends and family once more. Although they haven’t been the best of friends, you know they still care for you.
“You are a strong woman.” He comments, now using both of his hands to caress your face. “Which leads me to do something I never thought I’d do.”
As soon as his eyes bore into yours, you knew exactly what he was going to do. You struggled in his grasp, trying to get away before he could do anything. “P-please…! Stop!”
“I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let you go.“ He starts.
Your body seemed to have relaxed beyond your control. “You’ll protect me…” You mumble, repeating his words without any thought.
“Stay by my side…forever.”
“I’ll…stay by your side…” You smile gently, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek. “Forever.”
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What do u think about the fans mainly fans of the originals who say that klaroline was just a hookup and that caroline never liked klaus/ klaus never loved her. I see this sentiment alot on reddit and its so frustrating.
I think people are allowed to have their own opinions and interpretations of the show. Personally I have no hard feelings towards fans who aren't into Klaroline. I have my own opinions, which are obviously very biased, so I think it's fair that people will have their own biased opinions favoring different characters/ships that are more convenient to them. That's really the thing with media in general, different people can look at the exact same thing and have completely different views, and I'm totally ok with that.
Having said that, MY opinion is that Klaroline denialists (lol) have to pointedly ignore/turn a blind eye to a lot of things in order to completely disregard it. 😂 There's a hell of a lot of evidence, even in the final season of The Originals. I like to pretend that s5 never happened too, but it's mostly because it's an awful piece of television writing of which the KC parts and that one episode that is completely focused on Elijah are the only parts that can be salvaged. 🥲
I think that kind of thing tends to come from a new wave of fans who have started their TVDverse journey through The Originals rather than TVD, although ship wars have been around since the dawn of time. If you have only ever seen TO, then I guess Klaroline really doesn't make any sense. Even the crossover episodes that feature KC, the KC bits are kept mostly in the TVD portion. She seems to come out of nowhere in S5. Both are equally canon, one isn't truer than the other, and you need both to get a bigger picture, but some people would rather stick to just one of them. And when you've seen TO first and gotten attached to a certain ship and then go back to watch TVD, you're obviously going to have a biased view over that because what you find there is obviously not going to suit your heart's desire. It happens the other way around too.
The way I see it, it's really hard to simply deny KC when you watch TVD tho. 😂 It takes a LOT of determination lol Klaus was a total puppy for Caroline, in ways he never was for anyone else, and even in the crossover episodes, he still acts the exact same way. And come on 'he's your first love, I intend to be your last, however long it takes?' 😂 If that's not a love declaration 🤷
As for Caroline not liking him, it's very complex. When we get down to 5x11 in TVD, and then to S5 of TO, it becomes obvious that he's always messed with her head and she had complicated feelings for him she never wanted to tap into. Which is perfectly understandable. Klaus was a villain in TVD. He killed Elena, he ruined Tyler's life, he ruined Stefan's life, tortured him, murdered Tyler in cold blood right in front of everyone to force them to find the way to make him a hybrid, caused all sorts of havoc all over her home town. Klaus was THE BAD GUY. That's a problem I have with TO that I think gets worse for people who only see that show or who see that show first and then go back to watch TVD: they seem to think Klaus is not that bad. He's just a bad boy with a bad attitude. They fall for that cheap conversation they try to sell with Cami's character, the ~~explainer, that he's just misunderstood and all he really needed was someone to be on his side. No! Klaus is AWFUL. He's killed thousands of people! He's a villain! And that's what makes him such a great character! He never needed redemption. It's way easier for people to find him redeemable when he's done nothing to personally attack them/destroy their lives, which is obviously not Caroline's case. She's seen the very worst of Klaus. He's threatened everyone she knows, including her. And Caroline is someone who, aside from having a very strong however biased moral code, is also INCREDIBLY loyal, so of course it's going to be way harder for her to forgive Klaus and forget about the terrible things he's done to just see that she's an exception for him.
What becomes clear throughout S4 of TVD (for me, at least) is that she was struggling with how she felt and in a lot of denial. A lot of the things she says to him ('people who do terrible things are just terrible people') are really things she's saying to herself. She gets mad at the fact she's obviously ~~drawn to the darkness, and so she lashes out (because, you know, she has a personality 🤷). 5x11 makes that very clear as well. She doesn't want Klaus around because he clouds her judgement and it makes her mad that she's probably afraid she's not gonna be able to resist him for much longer and that's only going to complicate her life further. Everyone around her makes her feel guilty for not hating Klaus, so of course she's going to feel reluctant. But when they they do meet again in S5 of TO they're both at a point of their lives where she's ok admitting that she always wanted him to prove to her that he could do better, and that she always knew he wasn't her villain, even if he never hesitated to hurt anyone else around her, she knew she was safe with him (hence why she drove to Nola after him with her kids). She doesn't want him to die, tries to stop him by telling Elijah, and the fact she goes to New Orleans to have a last day with him, having saved that message for years and across different iPhones, probably, tells us that she had, deep down, had hopes that some day, down the line, they'd find each other again. But then they do, and it's too late (and that's really the only part of that season that is written with a certain degree of poetry tbh).
All that to say, Klaus and Caroline were complicated and clashed a lot and that's part of what made it so compelling to me. There were genuine reasons why they shouldn't be together, they were virtually on opposing sides almost the whole time, and I love that about the ship. It forced Klaus to grow a conscience. He wasn't sorry for the things he did, he wasn't trying to become a better person, there was no one petting him on the back and saying 'poor you, misundertood boy'. He was confronted with the consequences of his actions, which is, for me, the best (or worst) thing that could happen to someone like Klaus, unlike with Cami, for instance, who was just there to excuse his bad behavior.
But like I said, my opinions are completely colored by the fact that I 100% support that ship. And the same way I look down on other ships because I can't stand them, I get that other people are going to look down on my otp as well and have wildly different opinions. It's a fandom, we're never going to agree on everything, and I'm totally cool with that. There's room for everyone. Unless they come directly to my doorstep to talk shit about it, it honestly doesn't bother me. I'm all for ship and let ship.
ANYWAY 😂 Sorry for the long ted talk nonnie, I RAMBLE a lot 🥲
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Word Count: 1,952
Warnings: N/A for this chapter. Future chapters will explore darker elements, though
Author's Notes: New project, who dis?? Recently fandom-switched to Vampire Diaries/Originals & was inspired to write a little piece about two OCs interacting at the Mystic Grill.
From there on, the plot took hold of my soul, and now I'm writing a fic. Again. Lol.
Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)
Summary: Vincent Webb returns to Mystic Falls, Virginia after many years of avoiding his hometown. He decides to catch up with an old flame at the Grill only to be interrupted by his high school arch-nemesis: Richard Lockwood. How awkward for Vince! 🤣
Recommended Song: "Half of my Hometown" by: Kelsea Ballerini
Chapter One: The Prodigal Son
[October 1st, 1991
Mystic Falls, Virginia]
It hadn't changed. Not one bit. More than 5 years had passed without Vincent Webb, yet Mystic Falls was the same shit hole as it'd been on the day he'd skipped town. 'Like a mosquito caught in amber', he mused to himself, a grimace on his face, 'Or something else that refuses to change despite the march of time'. God was not without his keen sense of irony when he made this place, it seemed, and Vincent was glad that he had left right after graduating from MFHS. Glad that he'd gotten out of Virginia to explore the world. Away from any monster that went bump in the night...
But now, fate had brought him back to Mystic Falls.
The first thing Vincent did when he'd crossed the town line was visit the cemetery where his father laid and took a piss on the old man's tombstone. The second thing he did (immediately afterward) was shoot off a text: 'Hey, you free tonight? Meet you at our usual spot, be there in 30 minutes,' to his ex-girlfriend, Grace. The only woman to have ever stolen his heart or gotten him to consider a future in driving a family minivan around. That's how he'd ended up here at the Grill, tucked away within its backmost lobby, nursing a scotch past twelve. Observing his high-school nemesis, Richard Lockwood, as he flirted shamelessly in front of Carol Lockwood with their young, pretty waitress two booths over. No, some things never changed in Mystic Falls.
Footsteps approached his table. A pair of heels judging from the sound of their clacking on the polished wood floor. His eyes flicked downward to spy an all-too-familiar toe ring that he'd once bought for the girl that he'd loved as a teenager. Grace had arrived. And with her arrival, the ache of nostalgia in his chest. Vincent took a gulp of his drink to steady his nerves as she slid into the seat opposite of him.
"You know," he said, tone casual, "I thought Rich was always gonna end up with that Forbes chick. Not Carol. Remember how annoying they were in sophomore year making out during gym? Blech!! But, I guess he still likes blondes. Carol, though? Awful."
Grace rolled her sapphire eyes, "It's been YEARS, Vince, and /this/ is what you wanna lead with??? Not: 'Gee golly, Grace! I'm sorry for disappearing on you when you needed me, let me clarify what happened the night I literally vanished without a trace so I can take the years of STRESS I caused you off your shoulders! Forgive me, I'm a stupid fucking piece of shit, Grace'-"
"Grace-"
His ex's voice rose above his own, "-Grace, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or your understanding. I'm so, so, so, sooooo very lucky that you're even talking to me right now! Grace, I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Grace-"
"Gracey-"
"-'Gracey', WHAT, Vincent?!"
Vincent looked pained when he answered her, regret etched in every wrinkle, and crease on his brow:
"You're right. I'm a piece of shit, Grace. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you the way I did back then. It's just...some family stuff happened after the accident. And I couldn't talk about it to anyone at the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest truth, that wasn't my intention."
Deep, oceanic blues narrowed upon him. Grace stared at Vincent for a few breathless moments (skeptically, silently) as if attempting to bore a hole through his soul by sheer force of will.
"UGH, I can't stay mad at you!" she relented in a sudden huff, "I'm just glad you're alive. You have no clue how worried I was about you! We were all worried about you! There was a rumor that you'd died, Vince. That some kind of animal had gotten you out in the woods!"
A shadow fell over Vincent's face. He mumbled another apology to his ex, "Grace, I mean it. I'm sorry. I really truly am..."
"That's alright, Vince. It's water under the bridge now," she replied, grabbing the Grill's menu that lay on the table between them and browsing the selections, "Besides, you're going to buy me ALL the expensive booze I want tonight, anyways."
"Wait, I'm gonna WHAT??"
Grace snickered mischievously, then imitated his casual tone from before, "Payback, ya know? It's a thirsty bitch, Vince."
When Vincent met Grace Baker, it was freshman year of high school, and he'd just gotten swirlied by Logan Fell. While he was drying his hair with a paper towel in the men's bathroom, Grace had wandered out of its corner stall, gripping a pint of (half-drunk) Jack Daniels. Wearing that same cheeky grin she was wearing now, Grace offered him some, mentioning that: 'nerds like them had to stick together'. Tonight, the two of them were completing an ancient circle. This time around, it was Vincent's turn to buy the drinks.
Grace made his wallet hurt. She chose every ale and IPA off the reserve menu, then moved onto taking shots. Vincent tried to enjoy the moment, knowing full well that he was going to regret it all tomorrow. One way or another.
Their table piled up quickly with empty glasses, cups, and pitchers. As it did, their conversation grew more nostalgic. Both of them blamed it on the quality of the liquor.
"They hired a better fucking bartender since I've been gone! Do you remember the shit that David used to make for us back in the day?"
"Oh yeah!! We called it, uhhhh, "Witch's Brew" or something like that, right? It tasted so nasty but man did it fuck us up! Jodie could NOT hold that stuff down, though. Remember when she puked all over Mrs. Bennett's rug after Prom Party at the Grill?? And then we had to clean it up before she got home?"
"How could I forget?! Hahaha! I'm still scrubbing burger chunks out of my memory to this day!"
"Gross."
Their conversation grew more sentimental. They blamed it on how long it had been since either of them talked...
"You know, you were the only one back then who I could ever really be myself around. You just got me somehow. It was like we were...connected or something. Oh my God, that sounds corny as all fuck now that I say it, hahaha!"
"No, no, no, noooo! Not corny. Not corny for even a minute. Grace, I felt the same way. I didn't have to pretend around you. I could just be myself..."
"Same! We had our own language."
"Pig Latin. We used to make Mr. Brown SO MAD when he couldn't read our notes to the class. He was such a nosey prick back then!"
"Haha, yeah!! Yeah, he fucking was!! Remember when you literally ate your detention slip in front of him and he nearly had an aneurysm?! The little vein in his forehead was popping out, hahaha!!"
"Is Mr. Brown still teaching?"
"Naaahhh. Fired for taking pictures of his female students."
"Ha! Called it. I knew that guy was a creep!"
Their conversation grew more dangerous. They'd both blame it on themselves (and on each other) in the morning. One of them would swear that it had never happened at all.
"Our first date: do you remember where you took me??"
"Oh man, putting me on the spot. Uuuuhh, it was Fell's Church. We went to Fell's Church because I thought I was being edgy and cool. But you. You, uhhh, you said-"
"-I said the place smelt like raw ass so we left. We went to Grove Hill afterward. To that antique Bed and Breakfast for coffee."
"Yeah! Oh jeeze, that wasn't my best moment. It was the first date I'd ever had. I didn't know what girls wanted..."
"Get out!! Really?!"
"Serious as daylight."
"Do you ever...regret it? Even just a tiny bit? Your first date being with me? I-I know how much you loved Mercy-"
"I would've married you. I would've married you right after graduation."
"Oh..."
"Things just got in the way. Please, understand I never wanted to-"
Grace flinched. The warmth and approachability she'd possessed only a moment ago evaporated, replaced by a mask of ice. A practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes curved across her red lips. She put down her drink (a little forcefully on the table), feigning indifference while she spoke. But it was obvious that she wasn't happy with his heart-felt confession one bit.
"Look, Vincent," Grace said, shrugging, "We're all grown up now. We've made our own choices. You don't have to justify yourself to me, okay? Really. You don't! It's been YEARS since high school. As much as I miss it, I've moved on from ruminating about what could've been. And this surprise visit has been great, but... I really just want to get this over with so we can go back to our own lives. I'm missing Movie Night with my kids."
It was Vincent's turn to flinch now. Suddenly, he felt old. Like somehow, life had passed him by in the span of a blink.
"K-kids? You have kids??" He croaked, "When did that happen? How many do you...?"
Grace laughed, "Very first year into college! How scandalous, right?? Aaaand I've got two; an older son and a daughter. Alexander and Dawn. Dawn just had her birthday a couple of days ago. It was Beauty and the Beast themed. She was dressed up as Belle. She's been in a "princess everything" phase ever since she watched Sleeping Beauty. My son, though? He just really likes playing Street Fighter."
"Who's the-"
Vincent's mouth seemed to have trouble forming the words despite his best efforts. He pressed on valiantly, though...
"-the, ya know? The uh, father? Is he...?"
Grace flattened instantly. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead as if she had a big headache, "Just tell me why you're here, Vince. Tell me why you'd come back to Mystic Falls after all these years?? You haven't said a word to me since graduation! No, since before the accident! And you decide to appear tonight? Out of the blue? Just...randomly for shits and giggles? No, no. What's really going on, Vin-"
Two voices sliced through Grace's question and stole the moment:
"It's Vincent Webb!!"
"My, my! It IS! And with Grace Baker too!"
Both Vincent and Grace cringed as soon as they heard the sound. Memories flooded back to their previous lives in high school. And the humiliation they'd suffered together at the hands of the ones who'd just interrupted them; Richard Lockwood and his (now) wife, Carol Lockwood. Grace stood up immediately to leave. Vincent tried his best to follow suit but was stopped when Rich sat down in the empty space next to him, blocking off his escape route and locking him into the booth until Rich decided otherwise. Carol did the same with Grace.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Rich exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile at Vincent, "Aren't you a blast from the past?! I haven't seen you around my town in YEARS! And Grace, lovely to see you as always. How are your little ones doing?? What about that rambunctious son of yours?"
Carol laughed and subtly displayed the wedding ring she wore as she did so, "Oh, it's just like high school again! Isn't it, Rich?"
"Indeed," Rich agreed all too readily, "except I'm not giving this ol' boy here a flushie, hahaha! No, I kid, though. This man took his licks like a man! Isn't that right, Vince?".
Grace and Vincent exchanged helpless, annoyed glances between each other...
It was going to be a long night.
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Title: Game Night
"I don't want to play the silly game love" Klaus told you. You had demanded that the whole mikaelson family including Marcel, Davina, and Hayley play monopoly and of course, Klaus put up a fight every step of the way.
"You said you would play if I promised to go to that art gallery with you Klaus! You aren't getting out of this." You told him as you set the board game down and took the pieces out of the box.
"This was a good idea. With all the chaos lately, maybe some family time is what we need." Rebekah told her brother backing you up. Klaus glared at her.
"Alright, the most trustworthy person here will be the bank." You told them as you gathered all the money up. You knew who you were gonna hand it to, but you wanted to see the fight that will no doubt in fold in front of you.
"Clearly I'm the most trustworthy person here" Kol, Klaus's younger brother told you reaching out to grab the paper money from you. You pulled it out of his reach.
Klaus laughed as he turned to you. “I’m the most trustworthy person here, right love?”
You smiled at him as you leaned over to kiss him. Pulling back you shook your head.
“No, babe. It’s Marcel. You two idiots will cheat. Especially you, Kol.” You told them as you handed Marcel the money. He smiled taking it.
Klaus glared at you before turning that glare to Marcel.
“Him? He’s gonna cheat. I should be the bank!”
“A minute ago you didn’t even want to play, now you are upset you aren’t the bank. Well too damn bad. I’m the bank.”
You were halfway into the game when Klaus had landed on your property. You had bought three of the rail road. Klaus owed you one hundred bucks.
You smirked at Klaus as he had a grumpy look on his face.
“Sweetheart, I love you! You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re full of light. I enjoy you.”
You looked confused at him. Looking around and noticing the looks of disgust on Kol and Davina's faces and Rebekah who had rolled her eyes. you realized what he was doing, throwing your head back in laughter.
“You still have to pay, you landed on my property.” You told him with a smirk on your face. You held your hand out for the money.
“Oh come on!” Klaus shouted as the others laughed. He grumbled handing you the money.
The game ended abruptly fifteen minutes after that. Mostly because Klaus lost all his money, and flipped the game board.
“Neeklaus!” Elijah shouted at his brother who didn’t even look a little bit fazed.
You glared at Klaus as you finished picking up the pieces of the games. He did look a bit sheepish at your glare.
“Sorry Love, I’ll make up to you tonight.”
“Oh, I know you will Klaus.” You heard Kol oh, you rolled your eyes at him.
You grabbed Klaus’s hand ignoring Kols use a condom comment and dragged Klaus upstairs.
He smirked at you as your hand went around his neck.
“I wanted just one peaceful family night. We have your first sirlings in town causing mayhem and all I wanted was for us to spend some quality time together.”
“We can still spend some time together sweetheart. Just us. I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. Go put on the black dress I love so much.”
You pulled him into a kiss as his hands went to rest on your hips. You pulled back shortly after to catch your breath.
“Alright Mr. Mikaelson, I’ll go get dressed.” He smiled at you as you made your way over to the dresser and put your favorite black dress on to get ready for the date.
(A/N I don’t own anything but the plot. This was my first attempt of writing Klaus, so I hoped I did him justice. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading :).
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Caroline Castle {Klaus Mikaelson/Caroline Forbes}
Caroline Castle
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Warnings: Hayley Bashing, Elijah Bashing, Blood, Klaus is scared of heartbreak, but that doesn't stop him from pinning, Klaus is pinning hard, Klaus is finally working up the nerve to talk to Caroline (Me: and it only took him a thousand years - Other Me: come on leave the poor hybrid alone, he has PTSD from emotions in general), Angst (Because Kol is a little shit who has all the tea but refuses to spill it)
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Requested By: Animeloverforever1127
Summary: Caroline is Lucian's little sister, gets bitten by Hayley, and when Klaus hears what happened, he's more than ready to open a vein for his one true love.
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Today's Special
Would he find her?
Without question.
Would he save her?
Always.
~Lauren Kate
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Caroline winced as she touched the wound that was festering on her upper arm, as its toxin began to spread throughout her body.
"God damn it Elijah." Caroline cursed, wanting to press down on the wound to make the pain stop, but she knew it would only make it hurt more in the end.
Her brother came back to her with a glass of blood, which she accepted with a small smile that was quickly followed by a wince.
"That man sure has a habit of screwing you over doesn't he." Lucian tried to joke, but his smile quickly faded as he saw the blood next to nothing to help his sister. "Damn Elijah and his bitch. I'm going to cure you." He promised, taking his sister's hand in his.
Caroline shook her head, as she shifted so her injured limb wasn't touching the couch. "There's only one cure, and he won't help me. Not after what I said."
"That wasn't your fault and you know it." Her older brother reminded her. "Elijah made you do it."
"It's too late now. He has a child... he has her." Caroline said weakly.
Lucian frowned at the reminder of the hybrid that had bit his sister. "I'm going to get you that cure. You hear me. You're not dying." he said, not wavering.
His voice reminded her of when they were kids, and he'd steal extra food from the kitchen, even if being caught surely meant a fate worse than death. It reminded her of when she was a child, and all she could count on was Lucian. "I give you my word, sister."
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Lucian stormed onto the Mikaelson's property without a care, instantly gaining all the residents that were currantly at home's attention.
Kol, Freya, and Klaus came into the entrance.
The hybrid was surprised to see the first vampire he sired there, "Lucian." Klaus greeted. "Why don't you come in?"
But Castle's only family was at stake here, so he didn't have any time for Klaus' games, "Cut the act Klaus, your plan worked. I'll give you whatever you want. Just give me the bloody cure."
"What on earth are you bloody blabbering on about?" Klaus asked, confused.
Lucian's eyes widened as he realized Klaus truly had no idea what had happened. "What? Your precious baby mama didn't tell you? She didn't tell you who she bit?"
When the hybrid stayed silent, Lucian let out a chuckle, "Here's a hint for you. Tall, blond, gorgeous blue eyes, sun touched hair." Klaus' eyes widened, but the other vampire wasn't done. "Tongue sharper than a knife. You used to call her love, in fact I believe she was the first woman you called that."
"God dammit Hayley." Kol said, letting out a curse underneath her breath.
"Lead me to her." Klaus ordered without hesitation.
The other blond nodded, and flashes out of the room, the hybrid quickly following on his heels.
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"Are you here to kill me-" Caroline asked the man in the doorway, only to be interrupted by a wince of pain as the werewolf bite progressed, "-yourself?"
Klaus frowned, "Do you really think that low of me?"
Caroline remembered the night they parted ways, all too clearly.
How confused she felt, as her body betrayed her. Unable to control any of her actions.
How she begged, screamed, and cried. Trapped in her own mind, unable to do anything but watch as he listened to every world she didn't mean.
How she silently pleaded with him to understand what was happening, that she was begging for help.
But he didn't.
He couldn't see her pain.
He didn't know her at all.
He left...
"Yes." Kol's first sireling answered.
The look that appeared on Klaus face, the hurt, sadness, and betrayal, nearly made her want to take it back. But before she could, Klaus quikly masked it.
Klaus forced himself to steal his resolve.
He didn't know what he was hoping for.
She considered him a monster, incapable of love all those years ago. So why would he expect it to be any different now?
He was tempted to let her die here.
It would be so much easier.
No longer having to worry about the hold she'd have on his heart.
He was so very tempted to.
It's all he could think about on the way here.
But seeing her now.
He knew he couldn't let her die.
He couldn't let her light fade from this world.
He'd rather live with the fear, than live in a world without her.
He couldn't let her die.
As long as he lived, he'd keep her light alive, no matter what it cost.
Be it his own heart.
So Klaus didn't hesitate in using his fangs to slice open his wrist, and brought the bloody wrist up to the blond woman's mouth.
Once the cure worked its way through her system, it didn't take long for exhaustion to win over, and her eyes to close as she fell asleep.
Klaus leaned against her headboard, and let his fingers trail through her hair, like he'd longed to do for centuries.
He's thought about it.
Seeking her out.
It wasn't until three centuries after the incident that he began searching for her, wondering if she was even alive.
It was hilarious now, the notion.
Of course she'd survive.
She didn't just survive, she thrived as a vampire.
At first he'd just kept up with her through the gossip mill informing him of her activities. Then that game of telephone just wasn't cutting it, and he had men follow her from a distance.
This ensured that his influence was always there.
Ready to take care of any man, or woman, that was blessed with her attention for longer than his liking.
But soon, that wasn't enough.
So only a few centuries after that, he began actively seeking her out himself. Never getting too close to let her know, but each time, he was closer and closer.
He's visited her four times personally. Each time, a little closer than the last.
The last time he'd seen her, was after Mikael had burned half of New Orleans to the ground, and he believed his only son to be dead.
He got close enough to hear her laugh.
Her laugh, so light and bright, lightened his burden. As if he was taking his first breath in months.
Yet, the fear of experiencing the same rejection she pierced his heart with that night, kept him away.
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The first thing Klaus did when he entered the manor, was locate Elijah. He flashed to the courtyard, to see Hayley, Rebekah, and Freya there as well.
Without paying the women any mind, he greeted his brother with a right hook to the face, holding nothing back. The blow threw Elijah back several feet, knocking him to the ground.
"Niklaus!"
"Nik!"
"What the hell!" Hayley said, trying to get between them, only to be pushed back by Klaus.
"Oh, don't you worry. You're next." Klaus growled.
Elijah slowly stood up, worried that his brother had finally discovered what he had done all those years ago.
How his one act changed the course of his brother's life completely.
"What the hell were you thinking approaching Caroline, with Hayley! And then letting her bite her. Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn't gotten to her in time!" The hybrid shouted, the anger in his voice ringing clearly.
"It had to be done. The Castle's were getting too bold. Hope-"
But before Elijah could finish, Klaus had his hand wrapped around his throat. "Don't." He growled. "Don't you dare use my daughter's name to hurt the one woman I've ever cared about. I've dealt with you daggering me, betraying me, and choosing a bunch of mutts over your own family! All for Hope's protection. But if you so much as think about laying a finger on Caroline, and doing it in Hope's name, I swear to god you will never see Hope again. She may be your niece, but I'M her father." Klaus said, dropping Elijah.
"Niklaus!" Freya tried to chastise. "I get you care for her. But threatening to take Hope away and tear our family apart over-"
But the witch was cut off by her sister, "Enough Freya."
Rebekah could understand where her brother was coming from. She was the only one there through it all, after all. She'd seen her brother's draw countless pictures of Caroline.
How he was caught in an endless cycle of painting her, then burning every single one, once he realized they were only a cheap imitation of her.
How he'd longed to see her one more time, to find out why she rejected him, only for the fear of feeling the same heartache once again, keeping him away.
Klaus then turned to Hayley, the she-wolf taking a step back at the dangerous look in his eyes. "If you ever," He growled, the gold of his werewolf emerging in his eyes, "go near Caroline again. I will hunt down every single member of that family you long for, for so long. And I will kill each and every single one of them in front of you."
Hayley flinched at that, "Y-you can't."
"I can," Klaus corrected her, "and I will. I won't leave Hope without her mother, but I will leave you without your pack. Do you understand?"
When Hayley gave him a shaky nod, Klaus began to walk out of the room. Before he left, he stopped and glanced at his sisters.
"That goes for you as well. Touch her, and I can make Dahlia seem like a dream." Klaus warned Freya, before turning to Rebekah, who already had one of her hands up, and in front of her, stopping him.
"You don't have to worry about me. I got the message loud and clear." The youngest original said.
Klaus gave Rebekah a nod, before walking out of the room.
Leaving an exhausted Rebekah, a confused Freya, a scared Hayley, and a relieved Elijah behind.
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He didn't know if it was misfortune or luck, but it was only three days later that Klaus saw her again.
The hybrid was walking down the city streets, when he caught a glimpse of her inside a coffee shop, reading a book.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
He could walk away. Spare himself any heartache.
Yet, he found himself walking inside the shop. The wind chimes on top of the door, causing her to look up and catch his eyes.
They both froze, unsure of what to do.
Caroline was the first to shake it off, "Klaus," She began, unsure of what to say next.
Lucian had warned her to stay away from Klaus, saying that the serum wouldn't be ready until they got Hayley's venom.
Caroline remembered scoffing and saying she didn't want Hayley's venom anywhere near her body. Swearing that she'd snap the brunette in half the next time she saw her, so he better get the were-bitche's venom before she got inpatient.
Klaus took this as his que to take the seat across from her, "Wasn't expecting to see you here, love." He said, breaking out one of the oldest lines in history.
The woman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Really? I could say the same. This doesn't exactly seem like your scene."
Klaus glanced around the shop. She was right. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have glanced twice at it, and would have just walked right by. Coffee shops, small local events, even farmer's markets, have always been more of Caroline's thing.
She loved supporting local businesses, attending small gatherings, and connecting with the community.
Even after all these years, despite the fact both their hands had been soaked in blood, she clearly held onto her humanity.
"Well the shop artwork was quite inviting." Klaus tried to defend himself.
Caroline laughed, and she glanced at one of the paintings, that was just three lines, painting on a canvas. "You hate this style. You once said that making people pay for splashing paint on a sheet without any emotion was rubbish." She reminded him. "Marcus Rodigo ring a bell?"
Klaus did remember the man. He had the nerve to color in some space and demand 2.5 million for it. Klaus had beheaded him and used it to add some actual artwork onto the canvas.
"I'm surprised you know about that, love." Klaus commented, pleased that she had made an effort to keep a track of his movements, just as he did with hers.
Caroline bit her lip, realizing her slip up. "Kol talks." She said, defending herself. But what she did keep to herself was that she also had the painting that was created by Marcus Rodigo blood, and it hung in one of the mansions she had in Paris. In her defense, it was a gift from Kol, and her mother taught her manners, it was rude to turn a gift away.
"Ah, my brother is always such a chatty cat." Klaus nodded.
"Well what do you expect when you dagger him for decades on end?" Caroline demanded. She had meant for it to come out light, but the anger she had felt every time she heard her friend was daggered, and she wouldn't be seeing him for an undisclosed period of time, made itself known.
Klaus winced at her tone. It was to be expected. Out of all his sireling's, Kol had always been the closest to Caroline. It was reassuring to know that when Kol was with Caroline, he'd always protect her, but jealousy had reared its ugly head more than once, resulting in Kol's unnecessary daggering.
They sat in silence for a bit, before Caroline glanced down at the book she had stopped reading since the hybrid walked in, and put her bookmark in it, and put it down. She sat up straighter, "Why did you save me?" She asked.
He hated her.
She knew he hated her for what she, willingly - as far as he was aware - said to him that night.
He could have let her die days ago.
Yet he didn't.
"I'll always save you." Klaus found himself answering without thinking.
Caroline's eyes widened, not expecting that response.
She'd fantasized about it.
When she was alone, she'd let herself dream about how he'd one day discover that she was under compulsion, that she never meant what she said.
That he'd no longer hate her.
That they could have a future together after what Elijah had done. That they could be happy.
But then, she'd remember how he never questioned why she said those things. Did he not know her at all!
It's been a thousand years, and yet he still hadn't figured it out.
She never wanted to have to spell it out for him, because it would mean he truly didn't know her.
But would spelling it out for him really be that bad?
If there truly was a future for them, wouldn't it just save her the unnecessary heartache?
Caroline opened her mouth, trying to speak, but her breath caught in her throat, as her heart began to speed up.
No.
It wasn't a lie.
It was just easier to believe that she was waiting for him to figure it out.
But what if he didn't care that she was under compulsion that night? That just was forced to do it?
Or worse!
What if he had already figured it out? Then it would mean he knew her, but he truly didn't care.
Caroline closed her mouth, trying to calm herself.
She can't keep waiting forever.
She can't keep playing this same game forever.
She has to...
ShE HaS TO...
"Klaus, Listen." She said, steeling her will. "About that night, there is something that-", But before she could finish, Klaus flashed away.
Caroline sighed, her head falling back. She was finally ready, but it seems he still wasn't.
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"Presenting, Mr. Lucian Castle and Miss Caroline Castle." The man by the door boomed loudly as Lucian and his sister stepped into the room.
Klaus was instantly mesmerized by the blond woman, who delicately walked down the stairs, her hands wrapped around her brother's arm.
Her posture was straight, as she looked down at the party guests, her gaze not wavering away once as she stepped down the stairs with easy, elegant steps.
Her light blue dress fell over her curves delicately, and billowed by her ankles, giving her an angelic look. The crystals that covered her dress shone in the candle light of the chandelier, making her look almost ethereal. Well her diamond encrusted heels, combined with the marble flooring, made it seem as if she was standing on light. Her blond hair was left open behind her.
She looked... innocent.
Like an untainted, ray of pure sunshine.
But only a fool would miss the dangerous glint shining in her eyes.
Lucian may be the monster staring them in the face.
But she was the devil in disguise.
Lucian stopped at the bottom of the stairs, from the corner of his eye he glanced at his sister, who gave him a subtle nod.
The man smirked and began his speech, addressing their guests.
But Klaus didn't hear a single word that came out of his sireling's lips. He knew Lucian's mouth was moving, but all his senses were captivated by Caroline.
He couldn't look away from her. He had tried, and failed.
He couldn't hear anything but her steady heartbeat. It was music to his ears.
He could smell her scent. It hadn't changed a bit.
He wanted to feel her hair running through his fingers, like he did the night she was bitten.
He wanted to taste her lips, like he was freely able to a thousand years ago.
His wolf, was magnifying all those. His hybrid senses, all in overdrive, all focused on her.
Just her.
Lucian soon stopped speaking and stepped down and joined the guests, with Caroline separating from him.
To Klaus' joy, she walked towards him with a smile. But when she walked right past him, he realized she was walking towards Kol, her arms extended for a hug.
Kol laughed, letting the blond embrace him. "How long has it been?" He asked, pulling away.
"Far too long." Caroline said happily. "I haven't seen you since the 1700s."
"Ah, the 1700s, known as the Age of Enlightenment, but it was full of so many wars. The Prussia war, Great Northern War between the Russian and Swedish Empires, and my personal favorite the War of the Spanish Succession."
Caroline rolled her eyes, "All the wars were your favorite."
Kol looked offended, "Why wouldn't they be? All that bloodshed and dead bodies, you can go as wild as you want without anyone noticing."
Caroline sighed, "There are certainly benefits. Shame you were daggered during the French Revolution, you would have loved it. All that chaos."
Kol pouted, "Something I'll never forgive Nik for."
Klaus watched the two's exchange, having to push his wolf down, as it nearly howled with jealousy.
Kol was soon swept away by another party guest, leaving Caroline to walk around, making sure everything was going smoothly. Occasionally stopping to catch up with an old friend.
Klaus waited to catch her alone, the blond woman could see this, and refused to make it easy on him.
So when she finally gave him an opening, he took it without thinking.
"Care for a dance?" Klaus asked, offering her his hand.
Caroline raised an eyebrow from behind her champagne glass, "Why don't you ask Hayley?" She asked, trying to hide the hurt she felt, with anger. From the corner of her eye, she could see the brunette dancing with Elijah, her words ringing in Caroline's head like daggers.
But Klaus refused to let a drunken-one-night-stand, continue to stand in the way of his happiness, "I'm not with her." He told her bluntly. When Caroline didn't look convinced, he added, "She gave birth to my daughter, nothing more. Elijah's the one caught up in her web, not me."
Caroline let out a quiet hum underneath her breath, a small smile finally appearing on her lips as she set her champagne flute down on the tray of a passing waiter, and finally accepted Klaus hand. Letting him guide her to the dance floor.
Once they were in the center, he twirled her around, and pulled her close, as they stepped to the music.
"About Hayley-"
"Don't." Caroline cut him off, "There's nothing there to talk about."
"Exactly. There's nothing there." He said, debunking Hayley's lies, "There was never anything between Hayley and me."
"She's the mother of your child." Caroline reminded him.
"That doesn't hold a candle next to you." He told her softly, meaning every word.
Caroline stopped dancing, and looked up at him in disbelief. She glanced to the side and could see Elijah keeping an eye on them.
She couldn't say what she needed to say here.
"Come with me." She said, pulling him across the floor and out the dining room.
The older original saw this and was about to follow them, but Lucian quickly appeared in front of him. "Elijah," Klaus' first sireling greeted cheerfully, "let's have a chat."
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Caroline let him into a light blue sitting room, with a slightly darker blue couch, with white rectangle lines printed on it.
The woman took a seat, and Klaus was quick to sit down next to her, waiting for her to speak.
Caroline gently placed her hand on his wrist, making sure he wouldn't run away again when she started speaking. The hybrid tensed up, but didn't move her hand away.
"That night... I wasn't in control. Those words weren't my own." Caroline spoke, trying to keep her voice strong, but it was getting harder and harder to speak with each word.
She was unsure whether to continue or not, or if he would even believe her.
"What do you mean?" Klaus asked, confused, unsure if she was really trying to say what he thought she was trying to say.
"I was compelled."
With her three words, Klaus' whole world shattered.
She was compelled.
She didn't want to say those things that night.
She was forced.
Someone forced her to say those cruel things.
"So that night..."
"I wanted to run away with you." Caroline said, unable to contain her tears. "Believe me, I wanted to. But I-" her voice broke, as she began gasping, "I wanted to so badly. But the compulsion..."
When Klaus stayed silent, the women began to tear up even more. "It's the truth. Klaus, I swear it is. Please, believe me." She pleaded.
That snapped the hybrid out of his shock, and he quickly pulled her into his arms, any thought that this may be a trick, never even appearing in his mind.
"Who?" Klaus demanded. "Wanting to know who ruined their happiness." As he asked this, the dots quickly connected in his head.
Even if Lucian had compelled her beforehand, the compulsion would have broken with her turning, and he'd never hurt his sister like that.
Tristan and Aurora couldn't either.
She was like a sister to Rebekah and Kol. They'd have no reason to.
That only left...
"Elijah." Klaus concluded, looking at her for confirmation.
Her small nod was all he needed.
He wanted to storm out and find his brother, and dagger him on the spot. But he needed to know more, his brother would be daggered either way, but this conversation would just determine for how many millenia he would remain asleep.
"Why?" Klaus asked.
"He found out about your mother. He already suspected it. I didn't want to tell him but he-"
"Compelled you." Klaus said, disgusted with his brother's actions.
"He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to make you pay." Caroline said, her tears finally beginning to dry.
Klaus wiped the rest of her remaining tears away gently, "and he used you." He sighed sadly.
"Why didn't you ever come to me?" Klaus asked gently, not wanting to cause her any more emotional pain.
"Multiple reasons." Caroline admitted. "It had been a hundred years, when the compulsion finally broke. But I still remembered the look in your eyes clearly, the hurt, the pain." She said, never being able to forget the broken look on his face that night, or the fact that she was responsible. " That you wouldn't believe me. I thought you'd never forgive me."
"That you would hate me." She said, her eyes becoming watery again.
Klaus quickly pulled her even closer to his chest, "I could never hate you. Even when I wanted to, I couldn't ever stop loving you."
"Then, after centuries, when you didn't chase me. Never looked for answers. I guess I began to question if you ever loved me at all. I guess a small part of me wanted you to figure this out on your own. To prove that you really knew me. That you really loved me." She smiled, "But that was a ridiculous notion. I can't expect you to do everything. You were heartbroken too."
"I'm not without blame." Klaus said, "I should have looked deeper. I thought about that night many times, I've tried to block it out, but the words continuously appear in my nightmares. I haven't been able to look past them."
"And then you saved me from that bite, and in that coffee shop, I wanted to tell you so badly but I began to wonder if you knew all along, and just didn't care." Caroline said sadly.
"You were about to tell me that day." Klaus realized, "But I ran. Like a coward." He said, disgusted with himself.
Caroline turned her body around and cupped his face with both hands, "You are not a coward. We should have tried harder. Fought harder. But wanting to protect our hearts from the pain, doesn't make us cowards."
For the first time in centuries, Caroline finally felt free from the burden she had carried around for centuries, and the constant ache in Klaus' heart finally disappeared.
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Lucian was the one to fight the two. They were caught pressed to each other, Caroline's head resting on Klaus' chest, as he gently spooned her back.
"Well isn't this interesting?" Lucian smirked, his smile widening when his little sister raised her head to glare at him. "I take it the plan's changed?"
"It has." Caroline confirmed.
"Excellent, how will we be making Elijah pay?" The older Castle demanded.
"We?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Since when is it your right to punish my brother."
Lucian's smile fell off his face and his eyes narrowed, "Since your brother compelled me and my sister. I was the one who watched her suffer for centuries, not you."
"I suffered for centuries as a result of my brother's actions." Klaus reminded him.
"Enough!" Caroline said, moving away from Klaus so she could sit up properly. "He will be ours to make pay." She promised Klaus, before turning to her brother, "And you can help."
Lucian didn't look happy with the verdict, but didn't argue any further.
"And what about me?" A new voice spoke, entering the room.
Lucian turned around to see Kol standing at the entrance of the room.
"What do you have against Elijah?" Klaus demanded, suspicious.
"Oh, you mean aside from the fact he stood by and let me get daggered for decades, all the well playing the noble brother?" Kol asked sarcastically. "I also can't let him remain unpunished for what he did to my dear older brother and darling Caroline."
Caroline's eyes narrowed, "How long have you been listening?"
"Oh, not at all. I didn't hear a thing." Kol said honestly, with over the top cheerfulness, "I've just known this fun little nugget for centuries."
"What?" Klaus, Caroline, and Lucian demanded at once.
"You knew!"
"How did you find it?"
"All these years and you didn't say anything?!"
Lucian, Caroline, and Klaus asked over each other.
"Now, now. Slow down ladies, despite how much you may wish it. There's only one of me." Kol joked, waving his hands up and down in a 'calm down' motion.
"Start talking Kol." Klaus growled.
"Well, it wasn't that hard to connect the dots. Caroline would never say anything like that of her own free will. She loved you."
"Loves." Caroline corrected.
Kol rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, present tenses and all that, whatever. Back to my story, meaning I quickly realized that she'd have had to been compelled. I didn't do it, Rebekah had no motive, Finn was a bore even back then. And you were the innocent victim. That only left our dear older brother."
"Yet you kept quiet. Why?" The hybrid demanded.
"It wasn't my place-"
"B.S." Caroline cut him off.
Kol rolled his eyes, "Fine, watching you pin and suffer was a lot more hilarious." He confessed.
"You ruined centuries! For your, what, five minutes of fun?" Lucian asked, not understanding the logic.
"What are centuries to immortals?" Kol said, waving it off. "Plus, you could have coughed up the truth to Klaus just as easily as I could have. It was clearly obvious to everybody else that Caroline would never say those things out of her own free will, well Klaus would continue to pin after her till the end of time. Ironically, only these two masterminds" he said the last word sarcastically, "never realized that they were just as head-over-heels for each other as the day they first met." The youngest original brother reminded Lucian.
"I was listening to what my sister wanted." Lucian defended himself. "You were doing nothing of the sort. For someone who claims to be her best friend-"
"I am!"
"After today, highly debatable." Caroline said, with a harsh sardonic tone.
"Hey, no need to lie now darling." Kol said, offended. "Now, back to Elijah, because even after all this, we all know I'm not enemy number 1 right now."
"What's the plan?" Klaus asked, turning to the love of his immortal life.
Caroline smirked, "Let's put on a show."
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Ok, was Klaus a little too cheesy here? Maybe. But I personally liked it. Plus, he's an artist. Murderous-thousand-year-old hybrid or not, we all know how the artist types are.
I loved this idea of Caroline being Lucian's sister, Klaus' first love, and coming back in TO season 3 so much, I'm going to make this a full story. I couldn't use this exact idea in the story, so I decided to write it as a one shot to see how much I loved this idea, and I loved it A LOT.
VOTE:
For the full book of this idea, I'm going to do a vote. Remember the scene where the wolves are hunted by Lucian's men, I was thinking of just killing Hayley off there. So;
Option 1: Kill Hayley off in chapter one (maybe 2, depending on the episode and chapters lengths)
Option 2: Keep her around for some bashing
What do you guy's think?
As for this "Caroline Castle" work, I did have the whole "show" planned out. But it felt kind of anti-climactic. So I decided to leave it out. Maybe if I think of something better, I'll write a part two for this. But until then, I'm leaving the story off here.
There will also be a blooper for this coming soon. So keep an eye out for that.
Anyways,
KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!
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WIP Title Ask Meme
Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
the lovely @oliviassunrise tagged me!
i recently reworked how my wip folder is set up because i'm anal as fuck, but it's also...a fucking mess right now. so enjoy!
a piece in the games [folder for the tessjoel thg au]
aos fic [folder for agents of shield fic]
AUpril fics to write [folder for the remaining au prompts from last year i never finished]
discontinued wips [folder for my wip graveyard that i've slowly been resurrecting over time, continues multiple fandoms]
future fics [folder for ideas i want to write some day and get random brainworms for so i'll write snippets, but i'm not emotionally available to invest myself in yet]
i press you to the pages of my heart (i just wanna get a little bit closer) [folder for my elena/elijah tvd au]
one-shot fics to finish [folder for one-shots i start, then abandon, and mean to return to]
san andreas fic [folder for emma/ray fic]
stranger things fics [folder for stranger things/jopper related fic]
tell me we'll never get used to this [folder for the at the pleasure 'verse]
thg fics [folder for hunger games/hayffie fic]
twd fics [folder for the walking dead fic]
twilight fics [folder for twilight/carlislesme fic]
we paint the town blue [folder for the tessjoel cop au]
circle the drain [tessjoel wip]
hold onto this lullaby [tessjoel wip]
i spend every day in a haunted house [tessjoel wip]
staring at the ceiling with you [tessjoel wip]
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us [tessjoel wip]
the world turned upside down (who am i to complain) [tessjoel wip]
to the ends of the earth [tessjoel wip]
tagging 21 people simply because i'm an insane person is not happening but i'll tag @sassymajesty, @electricbluebutterflies and @becomethesun since all my other writer friends seemed to have been tagged already :)
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Hello! Happy Sunday! Just dropping by with a writing question. How do you approach writing relationships? What are your favorite dynamics to write (in general or between specific characters)?
Hi!! I do love a good relationship, and I've been experimenting with different types recently so I might have a fair bit to say
I approach different relationships by asking myself if it's for the story or for myself. Most of the time it's for myself but hey, isn't that all just part of writing?
Really though, I think about the characters in different dynamics together, maybe write out a few conversation pieces, until I can fix together something that really works. Or, when I do development on a certain character, I start thinking about who would work with them, who would clash... Stuff like that.
Favourite dynamic by far is siblings or friends close enough to be siblings. My sister is the most important person to me, and we have a really good relationship, so I like to put that into my work. Every time I have a sibling relationship, they get on strikingly well, and they get the added bonuses of protectiveness and sibling bullying.
Friends who are close enough to be siblings is also great fun cos again, there's that playful rivalry going on there, and a bond strong enough to last through the ages.
Specifically, though, my favourite dynamics between characters are Mulder and Stephen (blurring the line between platonic and romantic relationships 101), Andrew and Elijah (protective best friends), Copper, Nathan and Hawk (it's what I'm calling educated chaos. Also mentorship) and the Thieves Three (threw together by chance. Stronger than brothers)
#the void → askbox#the exception to the sibling rule was the granger brothers#william and dermot... do not get along#• friends/mutuals
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No More
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Marcel Gerard x GN!Reader
Word Count: 498
Warnings: Breakups, abandonment (kinda, if you blink), a bit of angst
Author’s Note: I originally had this idea for another character but I feel like I write too much angst for him and needed to give him a break. But as the idea developed a bit, I felt as though it fit Marcel. So here we are. I hope you guys enjoy! ♥
I do not and will not ever give permission for my fics to be copied and posted on other sites. Don’t do it. Don’t be that person that ruins it for me and everyone else.
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥
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"Y/N?" Marcel called out as he walked further into his loft.
He had been filled to the brim with worry when you haven't answered his phone calls. Each call cut shorter and shorter before each one went to voicemail. You weren't taking his calls for one reason or another.
What solidified his worry was while he had been speaking with Josh and Davina at Rousseau's. It's was more like what Josh had said that caused Marcel to jump out of his seat and go searching for you.
Y/N's leaving today.
I swore Y/N told you about it.
About the plans you had to leave New Orleans. You told your friends, but somehow didn’t tell him that you had plans to leave or where you were going. Marcel knew this wasn’t like you to do something like this.
And as he found every last square inch empty of your presence, he knew that you had actually left. His hand ran along his mouth and chin as he came to a stop in the middle of the living room area. He was taking a moment to think if he had missed anything at all.
That was when his eyes landed on the mirror hanging across the room. There was a piece of paper taped to the glass. Walking over to it, he quickly yanked it away from the adhesive and found your writing along the page.
Telling you in person meant there was the possibility of you convincing me to stay or us trying to change things for the better. But there are only so many times we can have the same conversation before it becomes a broken record. It was never my intention to hurt you in any way by doing this. I think we both know deep down that this is for the better.
Marcel,
By the time you read this, I’ll be on a plane to a destination I don’t even know yet. I know this is wrong of me to do, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t sit by and play second everything to the family and to the woman you clearly love more than the human you’ve brought into your life. I tried and even thinking about it all hurts me in ways I may never be able to fully express to you or even to myself.
The paper instantly crumpled up the moment Marcel began to close his fist. The words had felt like a sharp knife digging into his heart, even though he had been the one to hold the knife. Y/N wasn’t wrong. They would have argued about fixing things only to come back to the very same spot. Marcel knew what Y/N wanted and he knew he had no right to hold them back from it. But damn it didn’t mean that it hurt any less to let them go without trying.
I hope you can find a way to forgive me.
Y/N
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Happy STS! What are your characters hobbies and how ‘normal’ are they about said hobbies?
Hello, Happy STS!
I will make a compilation of the main characters from each of my current WIPs and their hobbies! Each will be rated based on how Normal they are about said hobbies, with one 🤩 meaning "most normal" and 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 meaning "least normal." Let's see how this goes...
Blair - 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
Is a bit Here and There with his hobbies. He tends to doodle on any available space he can find, he goes to bars, and also he plays video games super Late at night. But when Blair is Obsessed with a new hobby, he will not put it down unless you pry it from his cold, dead hands.
Elijah - 🤩🤩🤩🤩
Games and codes. Sometimes codes games. He also plays guitar. It's only when Blair is in the same room with him does Elijah become super Absorbed in his hobbies. Blair's Passion is just very contagious :')
Jemmah - 🤩🤩🤩
A Workaholic & typically brings work home with him. Aside from being a bartender, Jemmah reads and paints landscapes. Looks like we got a Bob Ross in the cast :') Jemmah's not too wild about her Hobbies outside of work, as she Prefers to use the time away to Recharge.
Silas - 🤩🤩🤩🤩
Silas is a bit of a Magpie and collects many Shiny things or whatever they think is super Important. Parting with a sentimental item is very difficult because they believe that the Intention behind the gift or item holds Significant meaning and energies. Right now in their collection they have over twenty (20) pairs of Shades (or whatever you call glasses with 3 lenses), many Rocks of varying shapes & sizes, a Yellow glitter Pen they stole from Jemmah, and any other gifts they have received from their Loved ones.
Morgana - 🤩🤩
Now, Morgana doesn't really have the Time or Space for hobbies at the time of the story, but from what he can Remember, he likes to knit, put together 1000-piece puzzles, write, and bike. Very Low-key hobbies that require very little Human interaction! He is most Passionate about journaling/people watching because it Grounds him and there's nothing he loves more than Order and being in control of his surroundings.
Tooth - 🤩🤩🤩🤩
Tooth isn't Mentioned anywhere else on my blog (so this is their first appearance, everyone say Hi!), but he is actually Morgana's 11-year-old Sibling! Not a "main" character per se, but a Happy addition to the family nonetheless. Tooth Enjoys scrapbooking, collecting strange dolls, totally-legal graffiti, and doing makeup. He was inspired by the Clowncore aesthetic, after all! He is quite Passionate about his hobbies, as he's Young and tends to Surround himself/base his identity on things he Loves.
This was a Fun ask! I am Curious about your characters, as well! I Love learning More about others' ocs :')
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hi! I see you have a bunch of requests so I’m sorry to request but do you think you could write an Elijah angst with fluff ? Like y/n is upset because she thinks that elijah likes Hayley but he’s actually in love with her and has been for centuries but has always been too scared to tell her.
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Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.
~♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) & @vervain3 ♡♡ - I combined all three ideas and made a jealousy triangle {square? circle? idk}~
3k words - Warnings: a little smutty right at the end, drama, angst, jealousy... vaguely refer to events from season 2 & 3... Klaus interfering & loving all the drama (Regina George energy)
It was a rare thing for Elijah Mikaelson to fall in love, but when he did, it was forever. In his one thousand years of living he could count on one hand the number of times his heart had truly belonged to someone else and he could recall, with exact detail, everything about them.
There was Tatia, the first woman he ever fell for, and then there was Katerina, or Katherine, who was a thorn in his side and a constant source of regret.Then Celeste came into the picture, a beautiful and powerful witch, her loss and betrayal still a bitter taste in his mouth.
And then there was you, the brightest light in his dark life. Your face still burned brightly in his memories and your name still danced on his tongue like the sweetest melody. You did things to him that no one else could, dissolving his burdens with just a smile.
You had captured his heart with just one look and he had been yours, mind, body, and soul. He was so in love with you, it hurt.
So when you died, he was shattered, torn apart and left to deal with the pain alone. He would see your face everywhere, haunting him and reminding him of his failure to protect the one he loved. To never be able to tell you how he felt was the most painful thing of all.
Centuries had passed since he lost you, his grief now a dull ache in his heart, but nothing had ever truly made the pain go away.
Hayley's presence in his life mended the broken pieces somewhat, but they were still damaged. His feelings for the hybrid would never be enough to erase the ghost of his love for you.
He accepted being content with what he had, knowing he didn't deserve anything more. That he was lucky to have met his soul mate, even if you were never truly his. To know that true love was real, if not fleeting.
So when he saw you, sitting on the sofa in the courtyard, laughing and chatting with Klaus, his heart stopped. He wondered if he was imagining you again, if his mind was playing a cruel trick on him.
But you turned, your gaze meeting his and the world stopped. He felt his knees grow weak, and his heart race.
You were real, you were here, you were alive.
And you looked just as beautiful as the day he last saw you.
But there was a bit of a problem, he was with Hayley now. You were back and he didn't know how to feel about that.
"Elijah, how long has it been? You look well." You greet him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug.
Elijah hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, inhaling the scent that he had thought he'd never experience again. He couldn't help but hold you a little tighter, afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear.
"Y/N," he whispers softly.
You pull back, noticing the way his eyes seem to burn brighter, full of emotions you couldn't read.
"How are you? I haven't seen you since..." you trail off.
"Since you died," he finishes, his eyes looking at you curiously.
"Since you left me behind," you corrected him.
Elijah frowned, not understanding what you were talking about. The night Mikael returned, you were killed and your body burnt, at least, that's what Klaus had told him.
"Klaus said you were killed, we didn't have time to retrieve your body."
You shake your head. "That wasn't me, he was mistaken."
"So where were you?" he asked, still unable to believe you were really here.
"Here and there," you said with a smile, none of that mattered now.
You always had a soft spot for Elijah, when you first met him and his family, you found him to be so stoic and melancholic. You delighted in making him laugh, his smile lighting up his whole face and giving him the air of youth and carefreeness that you knew he had buried deep within him.
Nothing ever happened between you, he tended to fall for more serious types. But you never stopped loving him, he was always going to be the one you couldn't forget.
"You're as bad as Niklaus," Elijah said, chuckling lightly.
"I'll take that as a compliment," you grinned.
You were interrupted by a beautiful brunette with stunning hazel eyes, she walked up and placed her hand on Elijah's shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Y/N, this is Hayley," Elijah introduced, his hand going to rest on her back.
Of course, you thought. She was exactly his type, beautiful and fierce.
You gave her a small smile, shaking her hand.
"How do you know Elijah?" she asked, curious.
"We met a very long time ago, in another place," you answered, giving Elijah a sidelong glance. "In another life."
Hayley looked between the two of you, sensing there was more to your relationship than you were letting on. She wasn't going to let you anywhere near what was hers.
"What brings you here? To New Orleans, I mean?"
"I heard the original family has settled here and I wanted to catch up with old friends," you replied. "But mostly, I'm just passing through,"
Hayley frowned, "old friends," she repeated, her hand tightening around Elijah's shoulder.
She had only just met you, but already, she knew she didn't like you. You seemed to have a permanent smirk on your face that reminded her of Klaus, and that made her distrust you instantly. And the way Elijah was looking at you made her feel uneasy, she had never seen him look so...happy.
"Oh," Elijah's expression faltered, his disappointment barely noticeable. "You're leaving?"
"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," you joked, your eyes flickering to Hayley's.
"How about you join us tonight for dinner," Klaus said, walking up and joining the group, he always knew exactly how to make an awkward situation worse. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."
You gave him a small smile. "Sure,"
When you arrived for dinner, you were surprised by the amount of people Klaus had invited. It was a bit of a relief, it would mean that you didn't have to be alone with Elijah and Hayley.
Klaus stood at the head of the table, making introductions, there were a number of vampires and werewolves present, including a werewolf alpha named Jackson and a handsome vampire named Marcel.
You greeted them all politely, before taking a seat next to Marcel.
"Y/N, this is my dear friend Marcellus," Klaus greeted, "you two have a remarkable amount in common."
Marcel smiles, "hello, beautiful."
"Hi," you smiled back, your eyes lingering on his, he had a killer smile and a charm to him that was difficult to resist.
You were glad to have someone to talk to, you could tell Marcel had a great sense of humor and you enjoyed his company. You also found yourself attracted to him, he was definitely your type.
"So, how do you know the Mikaelsons?" Marcel asked, a little confused. "I didn't think they had any friends outside their family,"
"Klaus turned me centuries ago, when they were hiding out in my town." You explain, taking a sip of your wine. "They needed allies, so he made some of us into vampires."
"Ahh, been there, done that." Marcel replied with a smile, leaning in closer, his hand brushing against yours.
Elijah watched from the other end of the table, his eyes flickering between the pair, his stomach knotting with every touch and look exchanged between you.
You didn't miss his glances, or his frowns, and you wondered what his problem was. He had his gorgeous girlfriend by his side, why was he looking at you this way?
Klaus delighted in the growing jealousy he could see bubbling up inside Elijah. He knew his brother had always loved you, but never made a move. And now, he was paying for it.
Klaus watched as you flirted with Marcel, enjoying the sight of Elijah growing increasingly frustrated.
"They seem cozy, how cute," he mused, his eyes gleaming.
"Yes, it appears that way," Elijah replied, his jaw clenching.
Hayley smiled at you and Marcel, "they’d make a good couple,"
"Would they?" Elijah asked, a hint of irritation in his tone.
Hayley didn't notice, she was too busy watching the way your eyes lingered on each other's and the way Marcel leaned in close and whispered in your ear, making you laugh.
Elijah didn't miss the spark in your eyes as you spoke with Marcel, the way your face lit up and the way his fingers traced patterns on your skin.
He wanted to rip his heart out.
He felt himself growing angrier by the minute, his hands clenched and his jaw tight. He could barely keep up with the conversation, his attention focused on you, his jealousy eating away at him.
There you were, so close, your laughter filling the air, the sound he had been longing to hear for so long. And he was stuck sitting across from you, watching you get closer to another man.
"Jackson, tell me about this ritual you mentioned earlier," Klaus said, interrupting Elijah's thoughts.
"Well," Jackson began, looking between Hayley and Elijah awkwardly. "It could possibly give the pack hybrid-like abilities,"
Hayley smiled, "that's exactly what we need Klaus, an army to protect our child."
"What would this ritual involve?" Elijah asked, trying to distract himself from the sound of your laughter.
"A marriage," Jackson answered. "Between myself and Hayley,"
"A marriage?" Hayley asked, confused. "I thought this was just a ritual?"
Jackson shook his head, "in order for it to work, we need to marry,"
Hayley frowned, looking between Jackson and Elijah. She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of marrying anyone but Elijah, but she had no choice, she would do anything for her daughter.
"It would give us the power and numbers we need," Klaus agreed. "We could protect Hope from anyone who wished her harm."
Elijah felt strangely relieved, despite knowing how selfish it was. He thought he loved Hayley, that her marrying another would bother him, but he was more bothered by the way Marcel was touching you, he realized that his feelings for Hayley weren't enough.
He still loved you, and he always would.
"I guess that's it then," Hayley sighed, glancing over at Elijah, wondering what was going through his mind.
"We can discuss it further tomorrow, but I'm sure it's something that would benefit us all," Elijah said, his voice steady.
Hayley nodded, her heart breaking at his indifference. She didn't understand, she had hoped he would argue against it, at least a little bit, but it appeared she was mistaken.
She glanced over at you, seeing the way you kept looking at Elijah. She realized that your presence had shifted something in her relationship, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger towards you.
After dinner, everyone had a drink or two and mingled. Elijah and Hayley found a private corner to chat about her wedding, their conversation awkward and strained, filled with hidden meanings.
"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, noticing the pain in her eyes.
"Yeah, fine." Hayley nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I just thought you would... I dunno... Protest the wedding more."
Elijah hesitated, "we need to do whatever we can to bring home Hope." He spoke carefully, "you know that I... care for you."
Hayley looked away, trying to hide the hurt on her face. He 'cared for' her, but it wasn't enough.
"You care for me," she repeated, her voice lacking the inflection of surprise. "But you don't love me, do you?"
She looked up at him, their eyes locking. He looked at her sadly, the regret in his eyes telling her all she needed to know.
"You'll always have a place in my heart, Hayley," he said. "It's just-"
"She's back," she finished, nodding sadly. "You've always loved her."
Elijah didn't respond, instead he simply stared at her, their eyes full of unspoken words, unshed tears and the promise of a life together that would never be.
Hayley took a breath, blinking back her tears.
"I should probably go and join the others," she said, turning to walk away. "I'll… see you around,”
Elijah released a breath, running his hand through his hair. He stood there, debating whether he should go over and talk to you.
Hayley could tell from the way you'd been looking at him that your feelings for him were the same. She was hurt, and a little drunk, and a more than a bit angry.
Her eyes narrowed as she saw Marcel whisper something in your ear, his hand resting on your shoulder. You seemed to have every man here wrapped around your finger instantly, even Elijah.
Hayley walked up to you, her eyes flashing. "It's incredible how you just return out of the blue and have every man here panting at your heels."
You raised an eyebrow, not expecting the hostility.
"I'm sorry, have I offended you in some way?" You asked, giving her a confused look.
"No, you're just a slut who can't seem to keep her hands off the men around here." Hayley snapped.
You looked at her in surprise, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Marcel and I were only flirting," you replied.
Hayley glared at you, her fists clenching. You could see the rage burning in her eyes, and you were tempted to push her further, just to see how far you could take it. But before you could, Jackson was by her side, a worried look on his face.
"Come on Hayley, let's get some air," he said, pulling her away from you.
Marcel watched as they left, his arm draped around your shoulders.
"What was that about?" He asked, glancing down at you.
"Your guess is as good as mine," you shrugged, your gaze drifting over to Elijah.
He was looking at you as well, his eyes wide and searching, as if he couldn't believe you were really there.
"I'm sorry Marcel, I think I'm going to turn in early," you said, smiling apologetically. "It's been a long day."
Marcel nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Call me sometime, if you're interested," he said with a grin, winking playfully.
"Sure, thanks." You nodded, returning his smile.
You made your way over to Klaus, thanking him for the dinner, and bidding him a goodnight. You then approached Elijah, a small smile on your face, your heart pounding.
"It's wonderful to see you, after all these years," he said, his voice a little hoarse.
"You too, Elijah." You said, giving him a genuine smile.
"I want to show you something, before you go." He said, extending his hand out to you.
You hesitated, glancing down at his hand, a part of you afraid to get your hopes up, to believe that he saw you as more than a friend. But when your eyes met his, you could see something in his gaze, and it gave you the confidence you needed to take his hand.
"Lead the way,"
Elijah gave you a small smile, leading you to his study. He walked over to his desk, searching around until he pulled out a wooden box.
He placed it on the desk, opening the lid. Inside was a pendant necklace, a gold chain with a small emerald medallion hanging from it, with your initials engraved.
You hadn't seen it in centuries, not since the night you parted, and the sight of it brought a flood of emotions crashing down.
"You kept it," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.
"Of course," Elijah replied, his voice quiet, a smile playing on his lips. "It was yours, it belongs with you."
Your fingers gently grazed the pendant, the cool metal a reminder of your human life. It was given to you by your mother, the only thing you had left of her. You had treasured it, and when it broke, Elijah had offered to get it fixed for you.
But when Mikael arrived and you were separated, you thought it was forever lost.
"You got it fixed," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"Yes, it was important to you." Elijah replied, his voice soft, a smile on his face.
"After all these years, after everything, why did you keep it?" You asked, confused.
"It was all I had left of you," he replied, his voice barely audible.
You swallowed, unable to speak, your throat tight and your chest aching. You'd never imagined he'd held onto such a keepsake, a reminder of you he held onto for centuries after he believed you to be dead.
Elijah gently picked up the necklace, placing it around your neck, his hands lingering.
"I'm happy to return this to you," he whispered. "It's where it belongs."
Your hand went up to the pendant, tears streaming down your cheeks. You turned to face him and his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. You leaned into his touch, his skin warm against yours.
He stared into your eyes, his expression filled with emotion, his heart beating erratically.
"I want you to know that I..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. "That I have never forgotten you."
"I never forgot you either," you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips, your own parting.
He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, gentle, as they pressed against yours, you both sighed, melting into each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.
He moved you back until you hit the desk, his lips moving down your neck, nipping and kissing, causing you to moan. Your hands grasped at his clothes, tugging him closer, desperate for him.
Elijah lifted you onto the desk, pushing his body between your legs, his hardness pressed against you. His mouth was on yours again, his hands roaming your body, exploring every inch.
"Wait, wait," you panted, breaking the kiss. "You are with Hayley,"
Elijah paused, his eyes locked with yours, his chest heaving. "Not anymore."
You stared at him, confusion and desire muddling your thoughts.
"What?" You managed, still struggling to catch your breath.
"We broke up, tonight," he explained, his voice husky, his hands caressing your thighs.
You shook your head, trying to clear your mind, but his closeness and his hands on your body were making it impossible to think. He kissed you again, his lips hungry, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you.
You moaned, arching into him, your hands roaming his body, pulling him closer. His hands tugged at your dress, hiking it up your thighs, moving your panties to the side.
"I want you," he muttered, his eyes dark, filled with lust.
You whispered his name as his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. His mouth was on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling softly. You gasped, your hands grasping at his belt, trying desperately to undo it.
He pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself between your legs, easing into you slowly. Your eyes locked, both of you filled with an intense, desperate need for the other.
Elijah groaned, gripping the desk, his knuckles turning white, as he began thrusting into you, slow and deep. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your moans filling the room.
His movements became faster, more frantic, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you. You felt yourself getting closer, your muscles tightening, your breathing becoming shallow.
His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open. The desperate way he was fucking you was a testament to the feelings he held for you, and it only fueled your desire for him.
You moaned into his mouth as you came, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body tremble, your muscles spasming.
Elijah buried his face in your neck, sinking his fangs into you as he let go, his body shuddering. You held him, stroking his hair, feeling his body relax.
"I've always loved you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." You replied, kissing his temple.
He kissed you again, his hands cradling your face. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with warmth, and a deep love that was reserved only for you.
It felt like coming home.
♡♡ Hayley is jealous of you -> you are jealous of Hayley -> Elijah is jealous of Marcel... & Marcel is too cool to care. ♡♡
~What kind of jealously geometry is this??? I'm a writer not a mathematician lol~
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moon moon moon moon moon~
I’ve been trying to think of the right words for what reading your fics feels like and I think I’ve finally pinpointed it.
the way you write has this very intimate feeling about it. like I’ve stumbled into a room and walked in on somebody, interrupting something important. It’s almost uncomfortable, how genuine it all feels. it’s just so believable and I can’t help but feel like I should look away. Like I shouldn’t know these characters’ inner workings on such an intimate level. and even when it’s not the intimacy of introspection, of knowing a persons deepest desires and fears, it’s the little moments.
the moments between characters that clearly display how much they care for each other. and it’s not the build up to the great big confession or kiss. it’s the things that you wouldn’t think twice about if they happened to you. bc of course you would, if you really loved someone, of course you would do that.
like, in corollary, when Mike tells that story abt the normal bird and the squirrel to help Will sleep. or, in where we lay our scene, when Todd helps Neil read lines despite the fact that he’s kinda embarrassed about doing it. it’s the little things that say “I love you” loud enough that when we do get to the big confession scene, we know it to be true.
god. reading your fics feels like when you’ve invited someone into your life and they agree. it feels like washing joint wardrobes and ending up wearing a stray sock of someone you love. it’s keeping that piece of them with you and knowing, “you are mine and I am yours”. it’s feeling it so deeply that you can almost feel it thrumming in your blood. expanding and changing but never leaving. like it’s attached itself to your ribs and taken to weaving itself into your viscera.
reading your fics sometimes feels like falling in love.
oh my god . elijah . ELIJAAHHHHHHHH
u need to know how long i spent rereading this ask over and over again 😭 not to . sound insane or obsessed ok i just . u have a very good skill of knowing Exactly what to say to make me feel like a piece of melted cheese on a sunny day . i would do anything for u
like i jsut dont even know what to say !!!!!! i think especially because . reading my own writing i will never know if i actually accomplished what i want, and i bet u can definitely relate since u are an artist, but it is like u took a peek into my brain and found out exactly what i wanted to hear !!!!!!!
the idea u find it all intimate 😭😭 oh u mean the world to me . i think love is like ,, such a personal thing LOL and i know thats ironic bc i literally write romance but i think thats the intrigue of it all !! u want to see it in others and u want to see them happy !!!! and that stuff is Personal !!!!! so i am so so happy u get that feeling of intimacy, i always have that feeling of intruding in on something whenever i watch or read incredibly romantic media and . i am so overjoyed u get that from me
"it’s the things that you wouldn’t think twice about if they happened to you. bc of course you would, if you really loved someone" oh thats exactly it 😭 like that little emphasis on the ordinary, like something that isnt a big deal but it is because its Them
"reading your fics feels like when you’ve invited someone into your life and they agree. it feels like washing joint wardrobes and ending up wearing a stray sock of someone you love" elijah that is so lovely 😭 are u sure u arent the writer between us !!! and that bit about wearing a stray sock reminded me an awful lot of that one quote by rhiannon mcgavin that goes "of course you love me, you're wearing one of my socks"
i think this means all the more because . i have literally never even had a crush on anyone so the concept that i was able to mimic what ive been hoping love is like is just so ,, relieving or satisfying or something like that but not Exactly . mostly like im just happy i could see it for what it is :) thank u elijah u have no idea how much this and u mean to me !
#this is everything everything#elijah u have the key to my heart but all u need to enter is knock#im falling Apart over here oh m y god#/ask
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God Damon is so embarrassing
Watching him try to be threatening or charming … I can’t even because I get secondhand embarrassment too much …. That awful smile and gross way he stretches his face is so yuck like I would rather sleep with Almaty or anyone else than him
It’s so embarrassing when compared to Stefan’s gazes and even klaus and Elijah are better at showing power and charm than Ian
Would you ever consider writing a piece that includes Damon’s falling flat in his attempts to come off as intense as Stefan or showing his real insecurity in love or emotions or sex
Would you ever consider writing a piece that includes Damon’s falling flat in his attempts to come off as intense as Stefan or showing his real insecurity in love or emotions or sex
I mean, sure, I sort of do this in all of the fics, it's just that Damon lies to himself because of the insecurity:
Damon could feel it; the memories, the questions, the doubts that never left him alone but that he managed to push to the back of his mind spring up and take control of his thoughts.
“Sure, with me, it’s inappropriate,” he muttered, adjusting himself on the couch so that he was turned slightly away from her.
Elena blinked. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Yes, you do,” he said curtly.
Elena shrugged. “Damon…”
“Your ex-boyfriend,” he spat, looking at her sharply.
Elena froze, her mouth slightly agape.
“You mean Matt?” she said.
Damon glared at her. She was trying to appease him. Matt Donovan was no threat to him, he was Matt Donovan, busboy extraordinaire, and she knew that he found Matt amusing. She said his name to deflect, to diffuse, and that just made him feel worse.
“You know I meant Stefan.” He choked out his brother’s name. "You know I meant when you would…” He couldn’t say the words, the words that haunted him. Instead, he got up from the couch and walked over to the bar, rubbing his forehead in anguished remembrance.
*
Damon paused and took a sip of his drink. “We had sex. Twice. I rocked your world.”
“Is that a question?”
“I’m waiting for you to agree.”
“Hmm.” She took her time answering. “You’re asking if you’re good in bed. And I’m the insecure one.”
“Well, I did seduce you and you tortured me when you realized I was just using you, I don’t think a woman dissatisfied with my performance would go to such lengths.”
“Or maybe it was a matter of principle. Humiliating me has consequences.”
“Which I understand,” he said. “But that couldn’t be the only reason.” She was silent and he was starting to get nervous. “Don’t play coy,” he said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
“They weren’t terrible nights,” said Rebekah finally.
Damon grinned. That would be the most she’d admit to, he knew that. “Ringing endorsement,” he said sardonically.
“Well, I’m not sure if you deserve one.”
Damon had to ask. “And Stefan?”
There was a chuckle. “Ah, so that’s why you really called.”
“Call it curiosity.”
“Stefan … mmm.” The glass strained beneath Damon’s grip as he listened to Rebekah’s soft giggle, heard the wistfulness and deviance in it, like she couldn’t help but relive her moments with him.
The glass broke.
*
“I wanted to see him happy with Caroline. It was supposed to deter me, it was supposed to shut down those feelings but I just —”
“Ended up screwing my brother,” said Damon.
“Hurting you is the last thing that I wanted.”
“Then why did you tell me?” said Damon, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why couldn’t you have just lied to me?”
“Because I’m tired of lying,” said Elena, tears brimming. “I’ve been lying to the both of us for so long and it’s done nothing but drive me crazy and make you wonder why I’m so distant. It’s made our life hell. Nothing good comes from lying.”
“Nothing good comes from cheating on your husband either,” said Damon. “You cheated, Elena.”
“I’m not proud,” she said, shaking her head. “Believe me, I’m not proud. I’m sorry. Really sorry.”
“You’re sorry,” he said, nodding. “Sorry. But would you take it back?”
Elena bit her lip.
“It’s a simple question, would you take it back, Elena?”
“I can’t say that I would.”
Damon yelled and picked up the glass bottle next to the remote, throwing it against the wall. “Why can’t you just have the decency to lie to me?”
“Because you need to know, I need to say these things, Damon, we need to talk!”
He whirled around her. “Fine, you want to talk, how was it?”
“How was what?”
“The sex,” said Damon. “How was the sex?”
Elena shook her head and walked to the other end of the loft. “Don’t do this.”
So, like it’s always, always a part of my fics.
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Hey, I was browsing tumblr and found your blog! I really love the way you write your characters! ^_^ While I was reading through one of your Elijah posts, I thought of something; darling has the ability to dreamwalk.
I think it'd be kind of funny if Elijah had no idea about it, and his darling slowly turns his sister against him through her dreams. Not in a manipulative way, of course! Just like, maybe showing her their memories of what the outside world is really like and helping her realize that her brother's morals are really warped.
* YOOO THIS IDEA IS SO FREAKING COOL WHAT THE HECK
* Everyone is literally so creative with their requests. It’s insane
Yandere Elijah with a darling who can dream walk
* CW: Elijah’s existence in general
* Elijah takes pride in how observant he is. He has to be observant when it comes to his sister. And he has to be observant when it comes to you, too.
* However, he didn't expect this.
* His sister tells him everything. Including her dreams. Normally her dreams are just nonsensical, bits and pieces taken from fantasy shows she watches. But slowly they start becoming a bit more...real.
* "I had a dream last night, and there were SO MANY PEOPLE!! They were all walking around and being happy and stuff!! Are there really that many people outside? Why are they all happy? I thought you said the outside world is dangerous."
* "...What odd dreams you're having. There are a lot of people out there, but that's why it's dangerous!! They use their smiles and laughter to make you feel safe before they TAKE YOU AWAY and HURT you!! And then you'll never, EVER see me again."
* He always finds some way to twist her dreams of the outside world. If she starts asking about all the different jobs, he'll only list the downsides. If she starts asking about all the different restaurants, he'll tell her that since she's a bunny hybrid, she won't even get to enjoy most of it.
* It's a bit more difficult when he starts asking about HIM, though.
* "Why do you keep me locked up?"
* "It's not 'locking you up'. It's keeping you safe. I don't think you know what people will do to a young bunny hybrid."
* "Why do you hurt me?"
* "It's not 'hurting you'!! It's...teaching you a lesson. If you just stayed here and not ask questions, everything would be fine. Now stop talking."
* Elijah starts to lose it after a while. He doesn't understand why his sister is asking all these questions. Things were fine before!! He turns his frustrations to you. Things were fine before you came along. What are you saying to her?
* But he doesn't even leave the two of you alone with each other. If you were telling her things, he would know. So what is going on with her?
* Bonnie doesn't know why this is happening either. Her dreams just became so...weird. Dreams of the world outside. Of the people outside. Dreams about her brother being...bad.
* It's distressing her. She doesn't understand any of it. Her brother isn't bad, he's great!! He takes care of her!! If she gets hurt or yelled at, it's obviously her fault. So why are her dreams saying otherwise?
* Bonnie isn't particularly close to you. To her, you're just some random person who her brother has a crush on. You did try to convince her that her brother was bad when you first came here, but she didn't listen. Maybe your words are stuck in her head, and that's why she's having weird dreams.
* It's actually surprisingly hard to get Bonnie to turn against her brother. He's all that she's ever known. It doesn't help that the moment Bonnie starts asking questions, Elijah lovebombs her to get her to shut up.
* Honestly, I don't think it's possible to make Bonnie realize what's wrong with her brother. He's been manipulating her since she was a BABY, and he can twist pretty much anything to his favor.
* Besides, these are all just dreams!! Dreams are nonsense. They don't mean anything.
* Right?
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7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?
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Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?
Anyways, hey sass! It’s been a while. 😁
High school is freaking hard. 😞 but the next week should be kinda of chill until we start exam prep again. Yay. Anyways,
I am hoping to actually catch up on some works of urs this week! Like for real this time. So expect some very happy Gem comments!
Have a great… morning/afternoon/evening/night!
Gem 💜
Ps, man I’ve been away so long I forgot ur general time.
p.s.s i finally finished the worst x AND OMG. GREAT MOVIE
P.s.s.s…….. this banner and pfp is Phenomenal 🫣
Gem, my darling! Hello! It's so nice to hear from you. And I know high school is hard, girl I've been there, done that.
7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?
Least favorite piece I've ever written...I love all of my fics that I've posted on AO3, so it's none of them. I think the least favorite piece I've ever written was a prompt that my friend sent me for a fandom that I wasn't in (it was for a bet that we had. If one of us reached a follower milestone first, the winner had to give the loser a prompt/fandom that they weren't in and the loser had to write a fic for the fandom) (I of course won first but in good spirits I let her give me a fandom that I wasn't in so that it would be fair). It was bad. I didn't know the characters/characterization, I used an old fic outline and just sort of replaced the characters with the characters from the fandom...not good. I think I deleted it on my laptop and I don't think I can find the fic in all of my post because I didn't tag it as I didn't want it to show up in the fandom tag and get fucking roasted.
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Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Trope that I've yet to try my hand at...honestly, I think I've tried a lot of tropes, especially with Killer and Healer. I don't know what other trope there is out there to try
Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?
Okay...so (this is gonna get long so it's going under the cut)
Killer and Healer:
It's a Date - inspired by ep. 19/20 where Jiang Yuelou suggests he and Chen Yuzhi go horseback riding
Let Me Take Care of You - inspired by ep. 12 deleted scene
It All Started With a Hug - inspired by ep. 26
Countryside Sunset - inspired by the episode that shall not be named
Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away - inspired again by the episode that shall not be named
恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer - inspired by the episode that shall not be named and the whole series, honestly
The Devil Judge
Take a Bullet for You - inspired by the episode where K dies (I can't remember the episode)
His - inspired by the episode where Gaon used himself as a shield to protect Yohan from the bomb blast in his office
I'm Not Going Anywhere - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
Love You Unconditionally - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
Home - inspired by the episode where Soohyun and Elijah have their girls day out and then Soonhyun leaves Elijah in the car to deal with Jukchang
Kim Gaon Is Mine - inspired by the episode where Gaon and Yohan go to that gala
I've Got You - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon
No More Nightmares - inspired by the episode where Gaon dreams of getting revenge for his parents and killing Do Youngchoon
Look After You - inspired by the episode after Soohyun dies and Yohan, Gaon, and Elijah go to visit her grave
Under the Skin
Sink or Swim - inspired by the episode where Du Cheng stops Shen Yi from jumping into the ocean to try and restart his memories of the woman in red
S.C.I.
Guess We're Parents Now? - inspired by the episode where Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao have to take care of the baby
Anyways, those are all of the fics that I can think of that was inspired by an episode of some sort.
I look forward to reading your comments, I really hope you like the fics (I have posted so many since you last commented). And isn't HIGH & LOW: THE WORST X so good? My god, I don't know how many times I've rewatched it like holy shit.
Thank you about my banner! My baby @httpsbas made it for me, along with two other banners as a birthday/1K followers present. I love them all so much, she did such a good job. And doesn't it just match perfectly with my icon? I was quite proud of myself for that, not gonna lie.
But I'm super happy to hear from you! Good luck in school! Keep your chin up!
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2: What scene did you first put down?
5: What part was hardest to write?
11: What do you like best about this fic?
12: What do you like least about this fic?
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
2: What scene did you first put down?
I wrote the first ~5 chapters actually sequentially. This entire fic stemmed from me being like 'hm, what if someone broke into my kitchen when I'm at work?' because we had a breakin and there's literally no security. After that, I wrote the snippets I've been sharing about Klaus basically telling the reader she can never escape him. Also the Elijah daggering Kol scene! I have like 3k of that lol.
5: What part was hardest to write?
Any of the 'connector' pieces. I usually have a good frame of reference for what I want to happen in a chapter, but connecting the scenes is always difficult to get started. But once I have a dialogue stream going, I'm usually good to go.
11: What do you like best about this fic?
I think it's a pretty good slowburn and the relationships evolve naturally. I'm not a huge fan of insta-love or soulmate fics, so I wanted to write something that reflected that :) Plus I love character interaction lol.
12: What do you like least about this fic?
Honestly wish I had leaned into the horror aspect a bit more, but that might just be because I've been posting my horror snippets.
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
You can 'sell' anything. Regardless of how weird or out of the blue your subject matter is, as long as you write it well people will follow your thought process and enjoy your work.
As a side note, I'm like 25k into a SUPER bizarre sherlock fic that I can not wait to share.
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