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summary: a vampire and a werewolf want to put an end to the war between their families. in their dangerous attempt to achieve peace, they find love where they least expected... pairing: werewolf!mingyu x vampire!wonwoo x witch!reader genre: adventure, fantasy, a lil romance warnings: mentions of blood, burns, cutting, death, killing, suicide & other supernatural themes author's note: the title is inspired by taylor swift's bad blood, while the plot is vaguely influenced by romeo & juliet with the lore loosely based on twilight & the vampire diaries; some song references in italics hehe word count: 6.2k

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Seoul, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where bad blood makes good hands unclean.

The werewolf Kim clan and the vampire Jeon clan had been enemies for as long as Mingyu could remember. He didn't recall a time when the two families didn't fight over something. There was an unwritten rule that the werewolves shouldn't go into the vampires' territory and vice versa. And for the most part, the agreement was followed. But occasionally, there were casualties. Occasionally, Mingyu lost a distant cousin or an uncle to the feud between the Kims and the Jeons. He was so tired of it. He wanted peace so desperately. Little did he know, he was not the only one who felt this strange longing.

Wonwoo was exhausted of this war going on between his family and the Kim one. He no longer wanted to participate in the pointless fights. He no longer wished to see another vampire fallen victim to the vicious werewolves. He had no idea how it had all started so it seemed completely devoid of meaning to him. Wonwoo wished he could find a way to put an end to it. Once and for all. And just then, as if some magic force had heard his plea, a piece of paper fell into his hand. From the sky. Right there on a balcony in summer air. He was stunned but nevertheless, he read the words written on it, which said:

What you seek you shall receive Go to the golden mountain If you wish your heart to grow Be prepared a sacrifice to give Drink from the magical fountain May all bad blood cease to flow

At the same time but in a different place, a twin paper landed in Mingyu's tent. It was cryptic as hell and it might as well have been a trap. It might be something that the Jeons, those smartasses came up with to cause more damage to the Kims. And yet, he was in such need for peace that he wanted to try whatever it took to find a solution that would ensure a tranquil future for him and his family. He put a couple of snacks in a bag, a few bottles of water and went out into the night.

Wonwoo did a similar thing, gathered a bunch of essentials, only he was caught by his younger brother and sister.

"Where are you going, hyung?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah, you're acting suspicious!" Somi exclaimed.

"I'm going on an adventure," Wonwoo said simply.

"Take us with you, oppa!" Somi pleaded.

"I have to do this alone. It's too dangerous," Wonwoo was firm in his decision.

"Promise you'll come back!" Jungkook insisted.

Wonwoo knew he shouldn't make promises he wasn't sure he could keep. But he owed it to his precious siblings to reassure them that everything will be okay.

"Promise," he said and walked out of the door.

A couple of hours later, Mingyu found himself in the golden mountain. He could immediately sense something was wrong. It smelled like…death and decay. He sniffed aggressively into the air and seconds later he found himself pressed against a tree. By a stinky vampire!

"What are you doing here, Kim?" Wonwoo asked him.

"I could ask you the same thing, Jeon!" Mingyu growled. He tried to transform himself into his werewolf form and yet there must have been some sort of magic inside the golden mountain that prevented him from doing so. His suspicions were proven to be correct when he managed to escape from the vampire's grasp. Aha! He was slower than usual. Which meant he couldn't use his vampire speed around here.

"How…" Wonwoo was shocked by how quickly the werewolf had fled. "Why are you running?"

"Because you wanna drink my blood!" Mingyu screamed as he kept going.

"No, wait…I just wanna talk!"

"Yeah, right, and fish can fly!"

"Some can actually!" Wonwoo pointed out.

"Nerd!" Mingyu cried out and then he saw a big light in the air that said the exact same words in the paper! What even?! Something compelled him to stop running and moments later, Wonwoo hit his nose into the back of Mingyu's neck.

"Ow," he complained, taken aback by the fact that Mingyu was no longer trying to escape. "No way!" he had a similar reaction to Mingyu's upon seeing the mysterious words.

"Wait a second…" Mingyu started connecting the dots. "Don't tell me you received one of those as well."

He was probably taking a huge leap of faith but something was telling him that if the vampire wanted him dead, he would be dead already. Mingyu took out the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo's eyes widened in shock and he pulled out an identical-looking paper from his own clothes.

"What are the odds?" Wonwoo laughed bitterly.

"So…if we both want peace between our families, then I suppose we should work together," Mingyu offered sweetly.

"We might not have another choice," Wonwoo nodded reluctantly. "I'm Wonwoo, by the way."

"Mingyu. I would say nice to meet you but I'm not fond of lying," he tried to joke.

Wonwoo shook his head, amused by this encounter.

Seconds later, the sign in the air disappeared. In its stead was a golden door. Seemingly leading nowhere. Right in the middle of the mountain. How strange.

"Shall we?" Wonwoo suggested.

"Vampires first," Mingyu gallantly waved his hand.

Wonwoo didn't want to waste energy in arguing and opened the door. Mingyu followed him and the two were immediately greeted by the most beautiful creature they'd ever seen.

"Welcome!" you said. "If you've come this far, it means you've already taken the first step towards peace."

"Who are you?" Wonwoo asked.

"My name is Y/N. I'm a witch and it is my purpose to guide you through the seven challenges you must face if you wish to bring peace to your families."

"What kinds of challenges?" Mingyu inquired, suspicious of this whole situation.

"Well, it wouldn't be fun if I told you now, would it?" you chuckled mysteriously.

"How do we know we just won't get killed or something?" Wonwoo insisted.

"You don't. Guess you'll just have to believe that the possibility for a better future is strong enough to get you through these challenges," you explained patiently.

"Did you come up with these challenges?" Wonwoo wanted to know.

"So many questions," you laughed once again. "No, my ancestors did, I'm just a carrier of their will. Here's what I'll tell you. If you work together, you have a very good chance at succeeding."

"Not very reassuring," Mingyu complained.

"Still better than no chance," Wonwoo sighed.

"And if you complete the first six challenges successfully," you continued. "I will help you with the seventh one."

"I'm assuming the seventh one is the hardest," Wonwoo muttered.

"Clever boy," you smirked. "Are you ready?"

"Not really," Mingyu shrugged. "But let's do this."

"Well, good luck, guys. I'll give you a hint for the first challenge. If I eat I live yet if I drink I die. What am I?"

"Huh?" Mingyu looked at Wonwoo in a confused manner. "Any idea what this means?"

"No, but I don't like the sound of it."

You disappeared and in front of the two men, a wall of fire appeared. Great, so the hint was fire.

"So we just have to jump above it. It's not very tall," Mingyu observed.

"No, Mingyu, you don't get it," Wonwoo responded. "I will literally turn into ash if the fire touches me. I'm a vampire, remember?"

"Right," Mingyu nodded. "Well, then, hop on my back and I'll jump. I'm tall enough and I'll make sure the fire doesn't touch you."

Wonwoo shook his head hesitantly.

"I don't know…"

"Do you trust me?"

"Not particularly, no."

"Smart answer," Mingyu grinned. "But do you want peace or not?"

"More than anything," Wonwoo replied.

"Then, hop on."

Wonwoo did as Mingyu suggested and closed his eyes. In no time, the werewolf jumped and the fire was behind the two. Wonwoo opened his eyes and got off Mingyu's strong back. You had returned.

"Congratulations, you have completed the first challenge!" you greeted them cheerfully. "Keep up the good work and peace shall be yours soon."

"Well, that was easy enough," Mingyu smiled confidently.

"Easy for you to say," Wonwoo shuddered at the thought of fire.

"Do you guys want a hint for the second challenge?"

"Yes, please," Mingyu asked, guessing that since the first one was something dangerous for Wonwoo, then the second one would, logically, be something lethal for Mingyu.

"This is a type of color But it’s not yellow or blue You’ll need this type of bullet If a werewolf’s after you," you recited dutifully.

The answer was glaringly obvious. Silver.

"No," Mingyu groaned in fear as you vanished once again. The two somehow ended up in a room. There was only one way out and forward - a door at the end of the room. And in front of the door was a machine designed to shoot silver arrows. How fun. "What are we going to do?"

"Let me think," Wonwoo tried to analyze the situation in a way that would ensure Mingyu's safety. "If I run on zig-zag with you glued behind me, we might be fast enough to go behind the machine and open the door."

"But the arrows could shoot you?" Mingyu gasped in horror.

"I think they won't. The first challenge was designed to scare me and the second challenge is designed for you."

"It's very risky."

"Well, we can't let that stop us."

"Let's do this."

The two began running and surprisingly, the machine started shooting arrows their way. However, it was only capable of doing so in a straight direction, so it didn't manage to hit them once. With some great luck, Wonwoo and Mingyu squeezed themselves behind the machine. Yet, Mingyu was too impatient to grab the door handle, which, was, of course, made of silver. It burned his hand pretty badly but it wasn't lethal like arrows or even worse, bullets, would have been. Wonwoo immediately opened the door and pulled Mingyu with him to the other side.

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo asked, overwhelmed by a sudden concern for his werewolf companion.

"It hurts but I'll be fine," Mingyu tried to convince himself as well as Wonwoo.

Wonwoo quickly bit his own finger until a small streak of blood appeared.

"Drink this, it will help you heal faster."

Mingyu looked at Wonwoo doubtfully but went ahead. In no time, the burns disappeared and his hand no longer hurt.

"Wow, thanks a lot!"

"Thank me when we've completed all challenges," Wonwoo puts his hand on Mingyu's shoulder in a friendly manner.

You once again surprised them with your sudden arrival.

"Two in a row! You're really something else," you cheered them on loudly. "I was about to offer some healing herbs but the vampire beat me to it."

Wonwoo bowed dramatically, making Mingyu and you laugh.

"I won't ask whether you need a hint, because I'm feeling generous. I’m often running, yet I have no legs. You need me, but I don’t need you. What am I?"

"Ugh, another riddle," Mingyu was so done with them.

In front of the two men appeared a table. On the table, there were two cups filled with some kind of liquid. Next to the cups was a note:

"One may kill a vampire. Another may kill a werewolf. Drink all to move forward. Drink none to stay behind."

"I'm guessing one has vervain and the other wolfsbane. We drink the wrong cup, we both die. We drink the right one, we go to the next challenge," Mingyu started thinking out loud.

"What if I drink both cups?" Wonwoo suggested boldly. "That way I can ensure that you will move forward."

"Are you crazy?" Mingyu exclaimed. "First of all, there is no guarantee the witch will allow me to do the rest of the challenges by myself. Second of all, there is no guarantee I will succeed without you. Third of all…I don't wanna do this alone."

Mingyu sounded so vulnerable and like a lost puppy in that moment that Wonwoo felt so bad he cursed himself for offering something so dark in the first place.

"You're right, sorry I mentioned it. Do you have any better ideas?"

"Let's think about the riddle instead of rushing to poison ourselves," Mingyu replied. "I'm often running, yet I have no legs. You need me, but I don't need you…"

"But of course!" Wonwoo shouted triumphantly. "Water! It's just a trick, Mingyu. There is nothing but water in both cups!"

Mingyu eyed the two cups suspiciously.

"They don't smell like anything," he pointed out.

"Do you trust me?" Wonwoo repeated Mingyu's question from earlier.

"Not even a little bit," Mingyu teased. Even though a part of him was beginning to…

"Great. Drink up."

"Oh, what the hell." Mingyu and Wonwoo both grabbed a cup at random and downed them in one go. Nothing. No burn. No pain. No death. Just plain old water.

They both let out a sigh of relief and started laughing.

"We did it! We passed the third challenge!" they grabbed each other's hands happily and started jumping in circles.

You appeared yet again to congratulate them.

"You two are so smart, I'm genuinely impressed!"

Wonwoo and Mingyu let go of one another's hands, as if embarrassed that the witch witnessed a vampire and a werewolf behaving like this.

"How about a little break?" you offered.

"Not another challenge?

"Nope. Just a small something to reward you for getting so far."

Mingyu and Wonwoo exchanged a look.

"How do you plan to reward us?" Wonwoo raised an eyebrow.

"What would you like?" you smiled mischievously.

"Something more useful than those riddles," Mingyu asked.

"Okay, okay, no more riddles. Wonwoo?"

"Help us in the sixth challenge, as well. Not just the seventh one."

"Ambitious. I like that. Alright, then. Make sure you pass the fourth and fifth and I will give you a real advantage in the grand finale. Now, how about a snack to gather your strength?" you said and handed Mingyu a couple of big, juicy hamburgers. The werewolf gulped the first one hungrily.

"I'm a vampire, this is like plastic to me," Wonwoo complained.

"I know, silly," you chuckled and offered your wrist. "Come on, help yourself."

"How do I know it's not a trick?"

"Why would it be a trick?" you blinked at him innocently. "Mingyu already ate his burger and he's still safe."

"It's just a burger. I don't think the blood of a witch has the same value."

"Aw, I'm touched," you cooed. "Fine, suit yourself, then. Starve if you want."

Wonwoo shook his head, determined to reject the temptation.

"I'm not hungry."

Your smile suddenly transformed into a quite sinister one.

"Good. You just passed the fourth challenge."

"W-what?" Mingyu, who'd just swallowed the last bite of the third burger, asked in shock. "But…we didn't do anything, did we?"

"Wonwoo did," you explained. "The virtue of restraint is incredibly rare among vampires nowadays. Him rejecting my blood so easily shows that he is truly determined to achieve peace."

"But…me eating the burgers is okay, right?" Mingyu kept worrying.

"It's okay, Mingyu, don't worry," you laughed. "Still, previous participants never made it this far."

"Wait…we're not the first ones?" Wonwoo was shocked. "Others from our clans have tried these challenges before?"

"Of course. They all failed, though. These challenges are held once every seven years. Since…since the feud between your two families began."

"But…why?" Mingyu asked.

"I'll tell you if you make it to the end."

"Is the fifth challenge a hidden one like the fourth? I mean…you said we were having a short break, I didn't even know it was a test," Wonwoo complained.

"You asked for no more riddles. You didn't say anything about tricks," you pouted, the picture of blamelessness.

"Witches, man," Mingyu murmured, causing Wonwoo to smile. You didn't look offended by these words, considering the circumstances. Still, you were just doing your job, so you refused to feel bad for it. Besides, you genuinely believed that your actions would help them succeed. You wanted peace just as badly. For your own reasons.

Suddenly, the full moon shone brightly in the sky.

"Oh, come on," Mingyu groaned, as he felt overpowered by his transformation into his wolf form. It was more painful than usual and he experienced such intense anger towards everyone and everything. He wanted to ravage the vampire and the witch. Consequences be damned.

"Control it, Mingyu," Wonwoo tried to calm him down as he saw the werewolf approaching him and you like a predator stalking his prey. "It's just another trick. You have to show restraint, like I did. We're so close to success, don't give up now."

"You know what they say. A wolf can change his coat but not his character," you laughed maniacally.

"Stop goading him!" Wonwoo reprimanded you. "Mingyu. Remember why we're here. Remember what we both want. Peace."

It was like that one short magical word unlocked something inside the werewolf. His eyes that were full of rage seconds ago became full of warmth, kindness and hope. And in no time, Mingyu was back in his human form.

"Peace," he repeated, shivering, as the poor guy was naked after returning to his humanity.

You snapped your fingers and by magic, his clothes were back on him.

"Astonishing. I've never witnessed anything like this before," you were truly amazed by their willpower.

"I take it the fifth challenge was a success?" Mingyu wanted to make sure.

"Not only a success. It was your golden ticket to the grand finale," you beamed with excitement.

"So, what is the sixth challenge?" Wonwoo inquired.

"You'll have to fight each other. The winner gets to move forward to the seventh challenge."

"Excuse me?" Mingyu cried out indignantly. "We didn't go this far only to end up hurting one another, we're supposed to go through these challenges together!"

"You promised you'll help us!" Wonwoo was also flabbergasted by the turn of events.

"And I will, relax. I'll give you a hint. The challenge requires you to fight. That's all it says. Nothing about killing," you winked and once again disappeared.

"Damn, she's got to stop doing that," Mingyu complained. "So cryptic."

Wonwoo laughed quietly.

"I don't wanna wolf out on you," Mingyu confessed.

"And I don't wanna suck you dry," Wonwoo responded.

"So what now? How do we fight each other without harm? How do we decide on a winner to go to the final challenge?" Mingyu was panicking as he couldn't seem to find a solution.

"Look, there's the table from the cups of water challenge!" Wonwoo observed, surprised by its return.

"But of course!" Mingyu exclaimed. "We can arm wrestle. A fight without killing."

"You're a genius! Just don't break my arm, alright?" Wonwoo smiled.

"No promises," Mingyu teased and the two knelt on two sides of the table. Mingyu easily defeated Wonwoo and then they were confused that nothing was happening. No seventh challenge.

"Maybe we're both meant to win to move forward?" Wonwoo suggested. "Like you said, these challenges ought to be done together for true peace to be achieved."

"Oh! Right!" Mingyu took hold of Wonwoo's hand once again, not putting any strength into his grasp this time. "Go easy on me, night kitten."

"Right back at you, moon puppy," Wonwoo teased back and as Mingyu allowed himself to be defeated, a large sign lit up the sky, announcing the beginning of the seventh challenge.

"Grand finale, here we come," Mingyu declared in amazement that they'd gotten this far.

You greeted them as enthusiastically as ever:

"It truly is a wonder you made it to the seventh challenge, I can't believe the peace between your families is so close."

"It's too early to celebrate," Wonwoo, ever the realist, observed. "The final one is the hardest, no?"

"Yes, but I intend to keep my promise and give you a strong advantage. As it was hinted at in the piece of paper you received, you have to be prepared for a sacrifice. Only that will put an end to the bad blood between the Kims and the Jeons."

"What kind of sacrifice?" Mingyu asked, already anticipating the worst.

"A blood one," you stated grimly.

"You've got to be kidding me," Wonwoo rolled his eyes.

"We don't want to kill each other, I thought it was clear we came here looking for peace!" Mingyu cried out.

"I know you grew attached to one another throughout the course of these challenges," you nodded morosely. "However, the prophecy doesn't specify who has to be sacrificed. You…you can kill me, instead."

You gently placed two daggers in their hands.

Wonwoo and Mingyu were beyond appalled by your suggestion.

"But…you're just doing your job," Wonwoo murmured. "Why would we kill you when you helped us get this far?"

"Yeah, I'm with Wonwoo," Mingyu was adamant. "You didn't do anything wrong to us. There has to be another way."

"It's the only way," you announced, your eyes tearing up. "If you don't do this, you'll fail the seventh challenge and you'll be automatically turned into ash like all the previous participants were when they couldn't pass one of the challenges. Don't you want peace more than anything? I'm not important, just one life that could potentially save the lives of many vampires and werewolves. Is this not why you came here?"

Mingyu and Wonwoo looked at each other, weighing out the pros and cons. The witch's point was a solid one. But was it really worth it? They would have to endure the rest of their lives haunted by what they'd done…Was it really peace if it was marred with innocent blood?

"I'm not doing it," Wonwoo decided and dropped the dagger.

"Yeah, me neither," Mingyu agreed and let go of the weapon.

"Even if you die instead by the design of these challenges?" you were amazed by their willingness to sacrifice themselves, to abandon their cause just to save her - a witch they'd just met.

"Even so," Wonwoo confirmed his previous decision.

"How much time do we have?" Mingyu wanted to know.

"I don't know. Like I said, no one's ever gotten this far," you admitted.

"Can't we try something else? These challenges were full of loopholes and tricks and whatnot. Maybe another kind of sacrifice?" Wonwoo kept trying to think of a way out.

"I've got some snacks in my bag? And water?" Mingyu suggested.

"I'm pretty sure my ancestors would not be satisfied with snacks," you chuckled bitterly.

"Be prepared a sacrifice to give Drink from the magical fountain May all bad blood cease to flow…" Wonwoo repeated the last lines of the prophecy.

"We did drink from cups of water but there was no magical fountain so far," Mingyu mused out loud.

"That's true," you replied. "And there's the sacrifice and blood part…maybe I'm reading this all wrong."

"What do you mean?" Wonwoo was desperate to hold onto any piece of hope.

You grabbed one of the daggers from the ground.

"Give me your hands," you urged them.

"Erm…" Mingyu eyed you with suspicion.

"Quick, I'm not sure how much time we have left," your eyes were telling them that you genuinely wanted to help.

Wonwoo took a leap of faith and gave you his hand. You pressed the blade into his skin until blood started pouring out and soaked the earth beneath you. Mingyu figured he had nothing left to lose as he might be dead very soon and also offered his hand. You did the same thing with him. And finally, you cut your own skin. As the blood of a vampire, a werewolf and a witch started drenching the soil in the golden mountain, the three creatures witnessed something they hadn't expected. The blood started turning into water and soon enough a small fountain emerged in front of their eyes.

"The magical fountain!" Wonwoo exclaimed.

"Hurry, we have to drink from it!" you rushed them, the prophecy finally being fulfilled.

The three beings took turns taking sips of water and their bloodied hands were healed in no time.

"Does this mean we succeeded? We passed the seventh challenge and peace will reign between our families?" Mingyu was curious to know.

"I guess there's only one way to find out," you shrugged mysteriously. "Go back home and see for yourselves."

"You promised us something," Wonwoo reminded you. "You said you'd tell us why the feud began in the first place if we make it to the end. Here we are."

"Clever boy," you once again said the words from your very first encounter. "It's a long story, though. You sure you don't wanna check up on your families first?"

"Don't try to weasel your way out of this," Mingyu warned. "We want answers. We've spent long enough living in the dark."

"Nicely put," you laughed. "Very well, then. But first, let us sit down."

The three creatures sat in the grass and so, you began telling the story of how the Kims and the Jeons had started resenting each other.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful witch named Yunchae. She was not only as elegant as a flower but was also smart and kind and her whole family adored her. Tales of her beauty reached the vampire and werewolf families. Haneul the vampire and Kwang the werewolf fell madly in love with her. Yunchae, being so sweet, began spending time with both of them separately. She was unaware of dangers such as jealousy and genuinely considered both of them her lifelong companions. One thing led to another and friendship blossomed into love. One dark night, when there was a full moon, Kwang the werewolf wanted to surprise Yunchae so he came into her chambers earlier than the appointed hour. When he saw her embracing Haneul the vampire, Kwang, affected by the curse of the moon, was overwhelmed with wild rage and possessiveness. In his anger, he ended up tearing Haneul apart. The vampire had been caught unprepared and could not defend himself. Yunchae, in her grief, stabbed herself to death. Kwang, upon seeing his beloved lying cold and shaken by the consequences of his actions, could not accept the reality and threw himself off the tower where Yunchae lived. Upon hearing about the tragic turn of events, Haneul's family and Kwang's family began blaming each other. Yunchae's family was so distraught by the loss of their precious flower that they cursed the Jeons and the Kims to be in constant war unless representatives of the two families desired peace so strongly they were ready to risk their own lives. And here we are."

Wonwoo and Mingyu were silent for a while, trying to think of what to say. The story was so tragic but Mingyu wanted to lighten the mood.

"They were so stupid. Why couldn't they just have a threesome and call it a day?"

"Mingyu!" Wonwoo scolded the werewolf for his slightly inappropriate joke.

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Anyhow, this is all in the past. The curse should be lifted by now. I wish you all a peaceful life."

And with that, you vanished into thin air.

"Seriously, when will she stop doing that?" Mingyu groaned.

"She just did. Do you think we'll see her again?" Wonwoo was doubtful but had to voice his concerns.

"Who knows? Maybe we were all meant to find each other."

Mingyu and Wonwoo returned to their homes and they were relieved to find how things have changed. As if by magic. The werewolf Taehyung was freely chatting with the vampire Jungkook. The vampire Somi was holding hands with the werewolf Dahyun. Peace truly reigned between the Kims and the Jeons. Whenever Wonwoo or Mingyu brought up the issue of the past, everyone reacted with surprise. As if there was never any feud. It turned out only the two winners of the seven challenges and the witch who'd helped them get this far remembered the truth about the history of the three families.

Time passed and Mingyu found himself wanting to see you and Wonwoo again. Though dangerous, that one night he spent in the golden mountain was the most magical memory he had and he couldn't stop replaying it in his head. He wondered if Wonwoo felt the same way. Now that peace was established between the Kims and the Jeons, Mingyu could easily go to the castle where Wonwoo lived and ask him to hang out and maybe accompany him to the golden mountain in the hopes that they would find you somehow. Since the challenges were over, he had no idea whether you would still be there or whether you lived somewhere else, but it couldn't hurt to try.

"Hey! Psst!" Mingyu started throwing little rocks at Wonwoo's window in the middle of the night. He could smell him from a mile away.

"What the heck, Mingyu?" Wonwoo exclaimed in surprise as he came out on the balcony. "It's 1am!"

"I thought vampires didn't sleep!" Mingyu pointed out.

"We don't but I lost a very important game because of you," Wonwoo complained.

"Oh, boo-hoo. What I came here for is much more important," Mingyu insisted.

"What is it? Don't tell me there are problems between our families again…" Wonwoo whispered, worried that something bad had happened.

"What? No, everything is fine. I just wanted to see you…" Mingyu confessed nervously. "And ask if you wanted to find Y/N again. Go on another adventure in the golden mountain."

"Huh? But why? We passed all the challenges. Why would we go back there?"

"Because…I can't stop thinking about that one night. If it's just me, I'll leave you alone and go by myself. But if a part of you, even a small one, feels the same…then, please, come with me, night kitten," Mingyu begged, his eyes wide and moist with unshed tears.

Wonwoo didn't want to admit it but he knew exactly what Mingyu was talking about. His no longer beating heart was warm all of a sudden and he couldn't bear the thought of rejecting Mingyu's tempting offer. Still, he tried to play it cool.

"Whatever, moon puppy. Wait for me down there," Wonwoo said and hurried out.

When he faced the werewolf outside, Mingyu attacked him with a tight hug.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Mingyu squealed happily. "I knew you'd come! We're gonna have so much fun!"

"Gee, alright, relax," Wonwoo muttered but deep down, he was overjoyed to receive so much affection from his…what were they? Once enemies but during the challenges, they had become allies, something like companions. But now that there was peace, what label could he put on their strange…was it friendship? Before he could come up with an answer, Mingyu grabbed his hand and led the way towards the golden mountain. Wonwoo couldn't bring himself to push him away. He wondered why…

As they arrived at their destination, they started calling your name but to no avail. With the challenges over, it was logical to assume that you went somewhere else. They should have asked you where witches lived before you'd vanished in that typical but super frustrating way of yours.

"What do we do?" Mingyu asked. "Should we summon her somehow?"

"She's not a demon," Wonwoo chuckled. "Do you know any other witches?"

"Nope. You?"

"No. How can we possibly find her?" Wonwoo sat down and touched the ground with his hand. Mingyu mirrored his movements. And as if the earth beneath them recognized them, flowers started growing and glowing in the dark!

"Wow!" Mingyu was in a state of disbelief.

"Incredible," Wonwoo stated and as the picture before them transformed into an image out of their wildest dreams, they finally heard a familiar voice.

"Looking for me, fellas?" you asked.

"Y/N!" Mingyu grinned happily and rushed into your arms. Wonwoo was more reserved…for now.

"Hello there, big puppy," you laughed affectionately. "What brings you here? Don't tell me there's trouble in paradise."

"No, actually, we just wanted to see you," Mingyu admitted.

"Why didn't you show up rightaway when we called your name?" Wonwoo inquired bitterly.

"Hello to you, too, Wonwoo," you shook your head, scolding his manners. "How have you been? Very well, thank you. And you?"

"Hi," Wonwoo corrected himself curtly. "Now tell me."

"I couldn't hear you, so to speak. However, most witches are linked to the earth and your touch sent a signal to me. Does that answer your question?"

Wonwoo nodded but didn't press the matter further.

"Where do you live? How can we find you more easily next time? What do you do now that the challenges are over?" Mingyu started bombarding you with more questions.

"Whoa, there, relax, Gyu. Let's just say I know a place that can give you answers."

"Lead the way!" Mingyu replied enthusiastically as you took hold of his hand.

Wonwoo stood there for a couple of moments, thinking.

"You coming?" you wanted to find out.

Wonwoo followed you wordlessly. Something was off about him and you intended to find out what pretty soon.

You showed them where you lived - in a small cottage near a beautiful lake. You told them that they could come visit whenever they felt like it and Mingyu offered that you also come to the werewolves' camp sometime. Now that the challenges were completed, you spent your days creating spells and gathering herbs. It was peaceful and you couldn't ask for more. Or so you thought. As the three of you explored the golden mountain, you felt closer to the werewolf and the vampire than during the challenges and enjoyed the time spent together more than anything. You could tell that Mingyu felt the same way as he was very cuddly and clingy. Wonwoo, however, was more difficult to read. As morning was nearing and you were all exhausted from your late-night adventures, the three of you ended up sitting in the grass. You and Mingyu ate some sandwiches, while poor Wonwoo starved. You offered him your blood (no tricks this time), but he refused. In your defense, he said he wasn't hungry. Mingyu fell asleep with his head in your lap, so you took this opportunity to ask Wonwoo what was up with him.

"Why are you so cold?" you confronted him directly.

"I'm a vampire?" Wonwoo reminded you needlessly.

"Not literally, you dumbass. During the challenges, you were different. What changed?"

"I know the whole truth now."

"What are you referring to?"

"I'm scared, okay?" Wonwoo admitted. "What if…history repeats itself? What if both Mingyu and I fall in love with you and we all end up hurting each other? What if this peace we fought so hard for is fragile and gets destroyed quickly?"

"It won't, I promised you," you reached out and held Wonwoo's hand gently.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because…we're here now and we're happier than ever. And besides, if we fall in love, we can do like Mingyu suggested our ancestors should have done," you joked.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Wonwoo rolles his eyes.

"I'm serious, though. Would you kill Mingyu if he fell for me?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, he's my...friend," Wonwoo confessed, surprising himself.

"Do you think Mingyu would kill you if you…if you felt the same?" you kept up with the hypothetical questions, even though it all seemed very real.

"He managed to control himself pretty well during the full moon challenge, so, no, I don't think he would."

"Would I kill you? If you two fell in love with each other?" you teased.

"I don't know. Would you?"

"Of course not, my sweet vampire friend," you chuckled.

"Good. Then, I guess my fears were unjustified," Wonwoo felt more at ease.

"Yay! So, threesome?" Mingyu suddenly joined the conversation.

"Mingyu!" you exclaimed.

"Hey! I thought you were sleeping!" Wonwoo was taken aback.

"I was, but I kept having dreams about you two. Must have been because you were talking about me, weren't you?"

"Are we so transparent?" you groaned.

"Nah, it's just that I'm irresistible. Witches and vampires alike can't stop thinking about my puppy charms," Mingyu kept talking.

You leaned down to kiss him to shut him up. Then, you reached out to Wonwoo and gave him a kiss, as well. The werewolf, no longer in the mood to sleep, also embraced the vampire and touched his lips with his own.

"The sun will rise soon," Wonwoo observed sadly. "I have to go unless I want to turn into ash."

"The rules don't apply in the golden mountain. You're safe here," you explained. "You can stay as long you wish and leave when it's dark."

"How about the moon?" Mingyu was curious. "Why did it affect me if the rules don't apply?"

"It was just an illusion designed by my ancestors as part of the challenges. If you were here in the golden mountain during a full moon, you wouldn't have to transform anymore."

"Pretty convenient way to get us to stay, don't you think?" Wonwoo eyed you suspiciously.

"Mm, but don't take advantage of my hospitality. I'm totally coming over to check out your castle next time!"

"How did you know I live in a castle?!" Wonwoo was shocked.

"A witch never kisses and tells," you winked and disappeared.

"Man, not again!" Mingyu complained loudly.

"Just kidding," you came back and rushed into their arms.

The End

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I Just Want To Say...

THANK YOU to the fellow writers, creators, authors, and artists that are listed below! You guys have inspired me on so many levels! Your work, art, and fanfics always bring a smile to my face, I love reading them so much. I hope you guys keep creating more amazing works and continue to inspire and make others smile too! I'm rooting for all! And I can't wait to see what you all do next! - Chloe <3

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Vampire Movie Reviews & Recs

I started “Dracula movie month” in October 2022, but it’s still going after I’ve expanded to watching any vampire movies someone recommends me, since I wanted to watch good vampire movies and not burn out on bad Dracula movies. It was inspired by a cinephile friend of mine who for a Dracula movie night showed Dracula: Pages from a Virgin's Diary, a very artsy and critically acclaimed Dracula film. She then made me a letterbox list and my passion project has gone from there.

Movies are arranged in a loose descending order of how much I liked them, Dracula movies I’ve included ones I don’t like/recommend but general vampire movies are only ones I recommend.

Dracula Movies

Dracula Pages from a Virgin’s Diary: it's a silent dance film and I really enjoyed it despite not having seen a ballet film before. It doesn’t differ too much from the book, it emphasizes xenophobic reactions towards Dracula, but the format of the movie makes the story feel completely new and different.

Shadow of the Vampire: 10/10 I really enjoy metafiction movies, and where the humans are as monstrous as the actual monster. The bit where the vampire talks about how lonely he is and how sad Dracula from the novels would be, is a stand out great scene.

Dracula (1992): (8/10) big spectacle with the all star cast, costuming, and makeup. I enjoyed how it mostly followed the book UNTIL they added “Mina is Dracula’s reincarnated wife” which I thought was a worse change to make it romantic vs the horror of it in the books. Was not expecting the explicit werewolf fuck scene, congrats to monsterfuckers, and it made the other topless scenes feel par for the course.

Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979): a remake of the 1922 movie with color and audio, and wow that ups the creep factor. It fleshes out more scenes from the original movie but is otherwise it's a very faithful remake.

The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires (1974) - (7/10) really Dracula in name only, interesting cross between Hammer Horror Dracula movie and a 70s kung-fu martial arts movie. The action scenes are fun and it features Chinese hopping vampires who aren’t usually shown in Western movies. It was delayed for release in the US then went through a hack job edit and was released as “The 7 Brothers Meet Dracula” and it's astounding how much worse the editing is.

Nosferatu (1922): I’m not used to silent movies, but I found it interesting to watch it after Shadow of the Vampire, which is a fictionalized account of the urban legend that the actor who played Count Orlock was actually a vampire. It's the first vampire movie made so it was hugely influential on the genre and it's credited with starting the idea sunlight kills vampires.

Blade 3: the only Blade movie with Dracula; Dominic Purcell is hot and Ryan Renolds is funny comic relief, but I fully acknowledge as a Blade movie this is a mediocre sequel

Van Hellsing (2004): Dracula is in this one but it's really a 2000s Hugh Jackman pulpy action flick, overall fun campy action movie with a lot of classic horror monsters. The ending is thematically fitting but I don’t enjoy it.

Dracula 2000: Hellsing keeps Dracual alive for his blood, then he is unknowingly freed in the year 2000. The movie is very dated in a lot of ways, to the point of being a bit of a time capsule. Some of the action scenes were creative, and they tried to make Dracula hot and sexy but I wasn’t impressed.

Lair of the White Worm: (5/10) Wow I’m so used to older Peter Capaldi that it took me a minute to recognize him. A loose retelling of the Bram Stoker’s other book that has basically the same plot as Dracula, with B-movie horror snake monsters and fan service topless scenes

Brides of Dracula (1960): 4/10 a Hammer Horror movie but Dracula isn’t actually in this at all. I found it overall pretty boring and cliche; woman in new place trusts the wrong guy, and it turns out he’s a vampire who wants to prey on the innocent.

Dracula (2006): 2/10 it looked and felt like a low budget direct to dvd movie, where Lucy marries Athur who is an asshole and brings Dracula to England thinking he can be controlled. There's a really bad sex scene with way too much finger in mouth kink.

Dracula Untold: 0/10 Somehow they made "dude driven to questionable measures to protect his family" into a snooze fest that isn’t even a fun period piece and Dracula was written as justified the entire time so he’d stay “sexy vampire man”.

Dracula 3000: -1/10 interesting premise of Dracula and crew trapped on spaceship Demeter ruined by how the black characters are extremely racist stereotypes and an awful script.

Non Dracula vampire media I enjoy:

Only Lovers Left Alive: 10/10 really great directing and sound, it's as much about being tired with life, deeply in love with someone, drugs, and a shitty sister in law showing up as it is being an immortal vampire; it’s a very enjoyable character study movie

Blade 1: the blood sprinkler opening is iconic its so great in setting the tone and is a visual spectacle, it's a fun action movie. Technically one of the first marvel superhero movies, but better than most with witty quips that don’t kill the tone. Some unintentionally very funny moments of poorly aged CGI

WWDITS Show: really enjoy this series for the comedy and the characters, part way through season 2 it really started to find its footing separate from the movie.

Interview With the Vampire show: both a remake and re-contextualization of the movie, it’s really well produced period drama that is the most explicit version of the Louis/Lestat relationship

Underworld 2003: fits in with early 2000s everyone looks good in leather and trench-coats. Not the best film making but lots of credit for me being able to see what’s going on during night scenes. This is absolutely one of those “didn’t make enough at box office but sold well enough on dvd for sequel” films that don't get made now. (fair amount of recognizable actors including young Wentworth Miller)

WWDITS - iconic vampire slice of life comedy, a breath of fresh air in the 2010s vampire movie genre.

Interview with the Vampire Movie: I can see how it became a cult classic, and it's a good high budget 90s vampire movie. I enjoyed watching it after I watched the show, they both feel very different despite covering the same book

Near Dark (1987) - Its as much a 1980s western as it is vampire movie, the basic plot of a guy who is attracted to a girl falls in with a “bad crowd” and the love of his family has to rescue him but with vampires. Rare example of a Confederate Vampire who the narrative positions as a horrible person. Think it's funny the guy was literally asking to be turned into a vampire when he did the asshole move of "have to kiss me before I'll drive you home".

Underwood Evolution 2006: recommend stopping here with the series. The plot isn’t as coherent as the first movie, but its still fun action-horror and the main antagonist has a really cool transformed vampire form. Amazing how many gunfights there are in this series but the bullets do almost nothing.

Blade 2: by Del Toro, so cool monsters but the plot is not as good as Blade 1. Norman Reedus is in this and I didn’t recognize younger 90s him at all.

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter: the tone clashes as it bounces around between ridiculous action of “what if the leaders of the Confederacy were all vampires that President Abraham Lincoln fought” and trying for serious emotional character moments. It gets a place on the rec list because as a Southerner: fuck the Confederacy

#mac watches movies #vampire movies #movies #I still have a bunch of movies left to watch #so there will be followup posts

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okay so i’ve had three very loose ideas for fics and i really want to get started on writing one of them! so i’m going to write out three really rough synopsis of them and if anyone has any preference, comments, questions, ideas to make something better or anything at all please let me know ! i also want to note side ships/characters are very very underdeveloped so if you have any suggestions for them i’d love to hear them !

option 1 - twice band au (insp. daisy jones & the six) - in 1996 the all female pop-rock band ‘fatal flaw’ took the world by storm. their edgy style, seductive lyrics, and catchy sound made them impossible to ignore. critics thought they’d be a flash in the pan, after all they were just a group of friends who started a band in a garage. but the critics severely underestimated how much appeal a group of six beautiful women with captivating chemistry would have to the masses. their debut album ‘feels so good’ helped them get their name out there. however, their sophomore album ‘insatiable’ is what skyrocketed them to levels of fame they could have never prepared for. the group had the potential to go all the way, become a band that would inspire generations to come. but during their infamous world tour for their third album ‘glory days’ things came to a shocking end. halfway through the tour the band announced their last performance - and what a performance it was. their legacy has long surpassed their actual career. for years fans have wondered what caused the band to break up. and for years the members have wondered if any of it was worth it.

members: jihyo (vocals) jeongyeon (vocals + lead guitar) nayeon (vocals + bass) momo (drums) sana (keyboard) mina (vocals + rhythm guitar) content warnings for the story: drug/alcohol use, smut, profanity, addiction, cheating. (more may be added)

option 2 - misana!vampire x slayer!jihyo au (insp. buffy the vampire slayer x vampire diaries universe) - in every generation there is one human destined to protect the world from vampires, this human is known as they slayer. this generation’s slayer is park jihyo. at the age of fifteen jihyo killed her first vampire and since then her world has never been the same. forced to grow up at a young age, jihyo can hardly remember life before defeating the supernatural and keeping balance in the world. with training and guidance from her mentor, jihyo takes the duties of her role as slayer very seriously. one day she will rid this world of vampires, she just has to figure it out first.

mina is one of the world’s original vampires. in the early years of civilization, there was a small village in what is now modern day japan that is known to be the origin of the vampires. in a last ditch effort before an invasion, a group of powerful women gathered to sacrifice themselves to the gods to protect their village. mina doesn’t know what made her the way she is now, if it was truly the gods answering their prayers, some sort of witch craft, or some greater evil cursing them. all mina knows is that after the sacrifice she and a three other women had been reborn as creatures the world had never seen before. they gifted (cursed) with powers no being should possess. they were faster and stronger than any human could ever become. their bodies were regenerative, every wound would mend itself in just moments. they were the perfect soldiers and when the time came they defended their village with ease. but their new forms were unpredictable and the blood lust and eternal life were a surprise that cost the villagers their lives. the girls were insatiable and ripped through not only the attackers but their own people. over the years as they honed in their abilities and realized death would not come the original vampires drifted apart. as far as mina knows they’re all still alive-or whatever this state of life was called- and have since created several lineages of vampires that now infest the world. for centuries mina has isolated herself from the world after creating her biggest mistake: sana. now, desperate to find a way to end her life mina seeks out the slayer. mina wants to end her suffering, she’s tired of being alone, unchanging, and reminded of all the atrocities she’s committed. however, no matter how many times she tries to kill herself, nothing will work. on the other side of the world sana gets wind of mina’s plan and is dead set on stopping her. sana was the first person mina ever turned, their love so strong they wanted to spend an eternity in each other’s arms. however, when sana turned her humanity was switched off and she became someting unrecognizable. she has since built one of the strongest vampire clans in the world and can’t lose this empire she’s made. no original has ever died and she fears what may happen if one does... especially when it’s her creator.

jihyo is skeptical of mina’s intentions since she’s never had a vampire willingly hand themselves over to her. but she quickly realizes mina’s sincerity and agrees to help her with this crazy task. mina would be the first original vampire to ever die.

content warnings: smut, blood, death/murder, violence, profanity, probably alcohol, more tba.

option 3 - 3mix soulmate au (insp. soulmate countdown) - everyone is born with timers on their wrists counting down to 0 until they meet their soulmate. jeongyeon’s went off when she was performing at her first trainee showcase and she heard “finally now i have a same age friend” from the audience. her heart felt like it had stopped for a moment when she met a pair of big sparkly eyes and a bright smile a few rows down. jeongyeon and jihyo have been soulmates for ten years now. with the huge market that kpop is growing into, a sense of closeness and attainability is one of the biggest marketing tactics of the industry. no idol is to disclose their timer to give off the illusion that they could be anyone’s soulmate (though companies say it’s to protect their idol’s privacy). fans flock to fansigns and concerts with dreams of locking eyes with their idol and their timer stopping. others like to fantasize about members of groups having their souls intertwined and ship members as ‘soulmates hidden in plain sight.’ most shippers resent anyone close to their idol in fear they might be connected by fate. as one of the most famous kpop groups, ICON is closely monitored to make sure there is never any slip ups with their timers.

unfortunately all hell breaks loose when dispatch releases a photo showing jeongyeon’s timer: “00:00:00:00″. fans react as expected: shock, anger, resentment, support but most of all fans react with curiosity. in a frenzy fans try to determine who jeongyeon’s soulmate is. it doesn’t take long for several theories to pop up, but one theory seems to have much more traction than the rest: jeongyeon’s soulmate is nayeon. the ship had always been popular among fans as the duo had been close since their trainee days. plus, the had a certain allure with their push-pull dynamic that made fans go crazy. for years fans had theorized about their relationship, only now they were sure they had been right all along. ICON’s company realized the marketing potential of the pair and quickly pulled nayeon and jeongyeon into a meeting. the two would come forward as a couple and they would be able to push the soulmates angle, 10 years of friendship, they’d been through everything together and been in love through it all. despite jeongyeon’s protests and advocating for the truth because jihyo was still a member of the group and after all, it was THEIR story the company was trying to market - the company wasn't going to have it. before the meeting even ended the company already confirmed 2yeon’s relationship to the world despite it being completely fabricated.

members of ICON: jihyo (main vocalist, lead dancer, leader) nayeon (lead vocalist, center, face of the group) jeongyeon (lead vocalist) sana (vocalist, lead dancer, rapper, visual) momo (main rapper, main dancer) content warnings: tba.

*i almost made this a social media au several years ago so if this seems familiar that’s why!

#twice au #twice fanfic #twice headcanons #jeonghyo #2yeon #mihyo #misana #3mix #misahyo #band au #vampire au #soulmate au

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not your average night

collection of writing

just to make this clear as otherwise, it might be a bit confusing- this is set in 1920′s during the prohibition. I’m aware there was not a prohibition in the UK, so interpret it how you want. there is a lot of slang used that I believe is predominantly American. but I’ve been wanting to do something like this for ages and am pleased with how it worked out!

(also I might as well include translations for some of the words that are less than obvious to figure out to save confusion- also they may not be 100% accurate but all the words came from one website so good as we going to get!)

bluenose: killjoy Mrs Grundy: uptight hotsy totsy: attractive/ pleasing to the eye don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything dumb eggs: wealthy people with extravagant lifestyles zozzled: shitfaced Oliver Twist: extremely good dancer Iron my shoelaces: be excused Four-flusher: gold digger handcuffed: engagement ring dewdropper: wallflower ossified: drunk jake: okay/fine gasper: cigarette Sheba: sexually desired woman wurp: buzzkill

All I could hear was the roaring jazz play from inside, the place where secrets were kept hidden whilst the sun slept along with most of the city. But, there were those invited along, or in my case had many connections to events like these.

“You sure it’s sl’right?” I grab onto my brother's arm, causing him to turn and face me. He smiles softly, fixing my diamond headband into its place and brought my curls forward, framing my face.

He glances behind him and I watch as girls in flapper dressers of golds, blacks and silvers walk by, a fur wrap around their arms as their small heels click almost in sync along the pavement to the descending staircase. “Why wouldn’t it be? Stop being such a bluenose.” I scoffed at his response and punched his arm lightly.

“I’m no bluenose! I’ll show you.” Walking ahead of him I straighten my dress as the frills sway around my knees and wear a small, but inviting smile on my face. Ought to show him, calling me a bluenose that Mrs Grundy.

Walking down the stairs I can hear him calling my name, but I focus solely on the music as it fills my ear. The sax that blends with the trumpet and the occasional piano. My feet can’t move quick enough as two large men stand either side of the doors. “Aren’t you a hotsy tosty.” One of the guards speaks up, and I laugh it off as they open the door.

“Bet you say that to all the ladies.” I wink at him and he pulls on his suspenders, making them snap against his large chest. Another man inside pulls back the beaded doorway and I politely nod, unaware of the sight before me and how vast it could be compared to what I had pictured.

Before me down the entrance was a large stage where the band performed, all in white suits and red bowties playing their instruments as a ground danced below. Yet in centre stage was a microphone, vacant of a singer leaving the gold curtain backdrop exposed. “Where is the performer?” I turn to ask my brother, sensing his presence to my left.

He links my arm with his as we walk down into the crowd and I look around, allowing myself to take in my surroundings. To our left is a wall long length bar, nearly every set is occupied as I see various bottles being lifted from behind on the glass shelves. My eyes follow the bartenders who mix various liquids and shake them before pouring it with grace into the glasses. “You wouldn’t even know it were the prohibition here.” I joke to my brother and he manages to crack a smile.

“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” Nodding in response his arm slips from mine, “Don’t take any wooden nickels!” I roll my eyes at his remark, what bad can I cause by standing on the spot? Glancing to my right to see a series of red velvet booths with gold lining the fabric with wooden tables in the centre.

In one booth, rather blatantly sit six eggs. You could sniff ‘em from a mile off based on their choice of suits and their suit vests that match their jackets and trousers along with their hats as they smoke. Clouds of grey disguise their faces and I turn away, not wanting to be caught staring and giving off the wrong impression.

“Wanna dance?” Someone places their hand on my forearm and I turn around to face them, assuming it were my brother with one drink in his hand from having drunk his at the bar. He’s always eager, coming home from these places completely zozzled.

Facing the stranger I was pleasantly surprised, and without a second to spare I pulled his arms towards mine and backed into the crowd of couples dancing. As we begin to dance the music becomes more lively, “Time to Charleston.” He laughs and everyone positions themselves and we all dance in sync.

Watching the stranger dance he moves his feet with some agility but lacks the finesse I see others perform with. We join hands and dance together, and now I get a better glimpse of the stranger. Bright brown eyes and blonde hair with one of those suits on from earlier. “I mean you aren’t much of an Oliver Twist I’ll say.” I half-joked, wanting to dance with someone else as my dress’ frills swing from side to side, never remaining still.

Looking around as we danced I saw a young gentleman sat at the bar, watching the crowd dance. Unlike this egg, he seemed less dapper in deep blue trousers as opposed to black with a creased suit shirt and suspenders. Watching him eye the crowd I saw him take his glasses out, covering more of his face and I smile towards him, hoping for this stranger to avail me of this situation.

Zoning out from my dancer's chatter I laugh along, smiling to him as we dance all the whilst trying to gain the attention of the cat. “Excuse me, I just gotta iron my shoelaces.” The egg pardons me and I walk off slowly, slightly more sultry and in the fashion of a woman as opposed to the child my brother deems me as being.

Once the man is out of sight I find a vacant spot, conveniently next to the onlooker at the bar and order myself a drink. As it is presented before me I take a swig, feeling the burn slowly crawl down my throat and I resist the urge to cough forcefully as I wipe my mouth with the white silk gloves. “That’s a pretty dress you got on.” Placing my glass down I shift my focus to the gentleman next to me.

“Never worn it before, got it for tonight.” I tell him as we both look in different directions. He observes the dancing and I focus on my drink, not wanting to risk ending up zozzled like my brother on my first night out since the prohibition. “Do you dance? Or just watch everyone?”

I can see his feet bounce along to the beat of the music, “I can’t dance, no Oliver Twist like those guys.” He motions to the dancers who dominate the floor, the girls twirl and the frills of their dressers fly exposing their thighs for the short while as they laugh giddily.

“So you come for the drink?” Looking down a drop of whiskey fills his glass. “Or perhaps the music?” This time I see his eyebrow rise and he turns around, his knees clumsily knock mine.

Getting a better look at him I smile, behind his glasses he has warm blue eyes that wear hardship in his gaze. His jaw is lined with stubble and some marks of dirt whilst he continuously brushes his dark brown hair out of his face as it hangs down. “Don’t get a lotta music like this at the docks. Nights like these, take every chance to listen along.” He picks up his glass, taking the last sip before sighing as he places it down. No sooner is it cleared and replaced. “Gotta name doll?”

“Might do, how ‘bout yourself?” I ask as I sip my own drink and one side of his lips rise, a half smile forming playfully.

“Name’s Dan.” He picks up my hand, kissing my glove lightly and I chuckle at the action. “Not a lotta guys do that? You used to eggs I suppose.”

I shake my head, “Far from it. Don’t mix with what you aren’t worth.” Words my Mother always battered into me. “I keep on finding upstage guys, once a four-flusher who my brother highly disagreed of.” Thinking back I remember how my brother forced him out of the house as he eyed up our decor rather than me. “Short-lived relationship, no handcuff which I expected it’d end with.”

“So, you aren’t engaged? Single then?” He straightens up, a smile now being displayed.

“Do you see a handcuff on my finger?” Slipping my glove off he picks it up, his nails slightly dirty, but I don’t mind. He’s different from the guys I meet on my way to see my brother at work. He hasn’t thrown himself at me or called me names, he’s just sat here like a dewdropper. “There you go then.” I remark and take my own hand back, placing my gloves in my bag.

Whilst he stares at me with a smile I tell him my name before I take another more confident sip at my drink. “You gotta beautiful name.” He huffs and I smile in response. “So, what brings you here?”

“I wanted to come out, heard all about these places from my brother. Got a dress, used my Mum’s headband and here I am.” Motioning to myself I chink my drink to his, feeling less constricted and more free with him. “So, any of your dockers with you tonight?”

He begins to look around, pointing three others out to me as they remain dotted around the club. “We’re pretty tight, grew up with those guys. They’re always complaining ‘bout me, I wanted to sing you see.”

“So why don’t you? Ain’t too late to try.” He shakes his head in disagreement.

“See me?” He stands up, motioning to his attire and pulls on his suspenders and lack of tie. “I don’t fit the part. Can’t ‘ford such a thing anyway.”

Sighing in disappointment he turns around, back to face the bar whilst I stare aimlessly at the stage. Something clicks and I lightly smack his arm, “Dan, you, you should sing!” My eyes wide with excitement he laughs it off.

“Yeah, you sure are ossified.” He comments and returns to drinking.

“No, come on.” I stand up, a light buzz running through me as we make our way through the crowd and I approached the sax player. “How’re you doing handsome?” Working with what I’ve got Dan stands behind me, allowing me to take lead. The saxist glances down, clearly eyeing my attire I turn to face Dan. “We’re dancing, right now.” Taking his hands we begin to move, him with less ease but I focus on the saxist.

“What’re you after toots?” I move closer to the stage until we are next to it.

Pushing my hair out of my face I twirl one of the ends, “My friend here is a singer. And I’ve noticed your lacking one tonight. Come on, give him a chance?” I bat my eyes to him, knowing it’s one way to swoon a fella.

He rubs his lips together and Dan remains silent. The saxist turns around and Dan holds my waist, spinning me into him and I rest my hands on his chest. “What’re you doing? I can’t perform in front of all these people.” I can hear the fear mixed with the haziness.

“All they want is something to dance to, they’re not gonna focus on you that much. Everything’ll be jake.” I try to convince him, but worry swarms his blue eyes.

“Miss?” Glancing up the saxist motions to the mic. “Ready for ’im.” I face Dan and give a supportive smile.

“You got this.” I tell him, and I can see a spark grow from eye to eye.

The music continues to play and he tightens his grip on my waist, bringing me closer. He lightly kisses me before walking away onto the stage, standing in front of the mic with his eyes up, focusing on the entrance.

I laugh at what has just happened but remain slightly stunned. Touching my lips I can feel the roughness of a dockyard worker, the lust and desire he held in his kiss. He exchanges a few words with the musicians, and they begin to play another upbeat song. His hands grip the mic stand and he begins to move his feet. Around us everyone continues to dance, no one completely aware of the vacant spot being filled.

My eyes remain on him, and he glances down with a smirk on his face as he begins to sing. In that moment, it all comes to life. The entire room is ecstatic with life like a wildfire as the dancing becomes more excitable, the music has more thrill to it and I even see those in the booths nod to the stage.

As I dance along I feel a tug on my arm, and I start to be pulled out of the crowd and away from Dan. I watch his eyes follow but he can’t stop singing now, it’s his chance. Pulling away I see my brother and sigh loudly. “Really, now?!” I groan angrily to him and try to release his grip on my arm. “I know the guy on stage, I was getting along with him.”

My brother half laughs, “I know what getting along is with you. You think I’m going to allow that under my nose tonight?”

“It weren’t like that tonight!” Walking up the stairs we exit the club, the bitter chill hanging outside as I can feel the life draining from the music the further away we get.

Standing still with my arms crossed he begins to smoke, “Wanna gasper?” I shake my head as he continues to smoke and I simply pay attention to the music in the background. “I know you think I’m being harsh,” I scoff at his comment, but he continues needlessly. “but to him, I know you’re just a Sheba. You’ll have your fun tonight and then he’ll go back to his home in some alleyway an’ never see you again.” He takes a long puff and blows it to the left of us, “I’m just looking out for you, doll.”

“No.” I state and he removes his gasper from his lips. “You aren’t. I’m not a little girl anymore you can boss around. If I met some egg and introduced you, I bet you’d be happy. But because I met some fella who works in the docks and has dreams I’m not allowed to see him?” He remains silent, and I begin to walk away.

My brother angrily calls my name, “Don’t you walk away from me!” He yells and I stop.

Turning to face him he throws the fag on the ground, crunching it beneath his foot. “Dan has more of a personality, a sense of humour and bigger dreams than any egg I could meet. Earlier I danced with one and he was lifeless like a dewdropper so stop being a wurp and let me have fun.”

He sighs in defeat and I turn around. As I lift my eyes Dan stands there, the music continuing to play inside but he’s here. “So, I’m better than some egg, eh?” A smile forms on his face as he keeps his hands in his pockets, his sleeves now rolled up exposing more dirt on his arms.

Walking towards him I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, this time I can taste the whiskey on his lips and savour it. Pulling away I smile, “Now we’re even. And you owe me a dance.”

He takes my hand in his and we head back down the stairs, back to where the life and fun are held. The music returns to my ears happily along with the warmth and excitement of tonight.

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Road Trip - Part 1 {Klaus x Caroline}

Road Trip {Part 1}

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Warnings: Tyler Bashing, Werewolf bites, I refuse to watch the Originals - so if things aren't accurate according to the story don't worry, they weren't meant to be, Mild Damon bashing

Info You Might Need To Know: Katherine is staying with Caroline

Word Count: 4.0 K

Requested: By no one

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Today's Special

When a man loves a woman,

can't keep his mind on anything else.

He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.

~ Percy Sledge

*****

Caroline opened the door to her dorm, only to slam it shut. The knocking from the other side of the wood began once again. "Caroline, please. Just let me in." Tyler cried through the wood.

"Give me one good reason to." She called back.

"I'm injured. Please. It was one of Klaus's hybrids." He answered, wincing as another wave of pain hit him.

Caroline paused at Klaus's name. She was still tempted to turn back around and ignore her ex-boyfriend. But her curiosity, and the threat of noise complaints compelled her to open the door.

"What do you mean by Klaus's hybrids? You unsired all of them, remember? And then tricked him into killing his own pack." Caroline fired at him.

Tyler clenched his fists in anger, but was aware of his position. "Yeah, well apparently they were only decoys. He had another pack, a true pack, somewhere else. One that was truly loyal to him. And he sent some after me." As much as he hated it to admit it. Caroline was his only bet. He's shaken the hybrids off a while ago. But he probably only had at best two days before they found him again. But he was betting on the fact that Klaus probably gave the hybrids special orders to stay away from Caroline. "Please." He begged. "I'm injured."

Caroline looked down to indeed see that he was clutching at his bandaged arm in pain. As much as she hated to admit it. Despite everything Tyler had done to her, all the ways that he had hurt her. She felt her eyes soften. "All right. You can only stay the night. And you need to be gone by morning." She told him. Katherine was staying with Nadia for the night. The dying woman wanted to spend as much time as she could with her daughter before she would be forced to meet her fate and Nadia would be forced to loose her mother once again.

Tyler didn't like the offer. But he assumed he could easily play at her heartstrings and convince the blond to let him stay for a couple more days.

Caroline stepped aside and let the man enter the room.

*****

The sun rose the next day, and a paranoid Tyler with it. He turned to see Caroline on the bed next to his, facing towards him.

She was sound asleep. Tyler propped himself up with his elbows and was getting up when he heard it.

A faint murmur of the name, "Klaus…"

The hybrid wiped his head around almost as if someone had slapped him. For a second he thought with his must have misheard it. Though with his werewolf and vampire hearing, he doubted it.

But his doubt was cleared when he heard it again. Caroline let out a sigh as the name "Klaus…" escaped her lips once again. A little louder than before, and a lot clearer.

This time he knew he wasn't mistaken. Anger filled Tyler as red clouded his vision. Before he knew what he was doing, Tyler was pulling Caroline up with her shoulders roughly. The blond's eyes shot open as a scream escaped her. "Tyler! What are you doing?" Caroline asked, eyes wide.

Without giving her any time to think or analyze the situation Tyler forced her head to the side and bit down hard at the dip of her neck.

Caroline let out a pained scream as she felt the hybrid venom enter her body like boiling water. She gathered all her strength and pushed him off her. She winced as her hand went up to cover the wound on her neck that she knew wouldn't be closing.

"Get out!" She screamed at him, betrayal written on her face.

Tyler, without a hint of remorse stared down at the blond, with clenched fists she spun around and stormed out of the room.

Caroline collapsed onto the floor, letting her body rest against the bed. She clenched her eyes as once again another wave of pain hit her.

The door once again opened and Caroline immediately sat up straighter and ready to defend herself, only for her tense muscles to relax as she saw it was Katherine.

The older woman's eyes widened as she saw the vampire's state. She rushed to the blond's side. The ex-vampire knew that time was of the essence and didn't waste any time with meaningless questions. "What happened?" She asked, picking Caroline up, and swimming one of her arms over her shoulder.

"Tyler." Was the only response Caroline was able to get out, before another wave of pain hit her.

Katherine cursed under her breath and began to carry the blond out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Caroline asks, leaning against Katherine.

"I'll answer once we're in the car." Katherine told her, determined to carry the blond to the parking lot. It had been a few months since she had been turned into a human. And as much as she hated to admit it. She'd never been this desperate for her vampire powers. Because despite the time Sialis was after her, or when she heard the news she only had a few more months left. She wasn't nearly as desperate. She'd already lost so much in her life, she didn't know if she could bear to lose the baby vampire who'd wormed her way into her heart as well. Her original plan had only been to stay with Caroline for a few days and run, but she had grown attached to the blond.

"Nadia!" Katherine called out, relieved to see that her daughter hadn't left yet.

The brunette in question turned around. "Mother?" She asked confused, though her expression changed as she quickly rushed to their side as she saw the state Caroline was in.

Nadia took Caroline off her mother's hands and carried her to the car. She gently set the baby vampire on the backseat of the car.

"We need to get her to Klaus. We need to get her to New Orleans." Katherine told her daughter.

Caroline gasped at the news. "No. No Katherine. You can't." She took her head meekly. Katherine had been running from Klaus for 500 years, so it wasn't really a surprise to the baby vampire that she kept tabs on the original. What did surprise her was that Katherine was suggesting they go to New Orleans. "If he finds you…"

Katherine knew exactly what that meant. She'd been ready to spend the rest of her short human life at peace with her daughter, and the woman she'd begun to call friend. But if she went to New Orleans then…

"It's fine." Katherine smiled, reassuringly. "My only regret had been that I hadn't been able to come to peace with how I left things off with Elijah, but maybe this way at least… I may have a chance to say farewell."

"Katherine…" Caroline got out, before the pain became too much for her, and she began to pass out.

*****

Caroline was woken by a gentle hand shaking her. The blond vampire whimpered as she looked up to see Nadia smiling down at her. "Get up, you need to eat." She said, as she stepped aside from the car door and let a compelled human take her place.

"But."

"No but's Caroline. You need to eat. You need all the strength you can get." Katherine cut her off. The woman had stopped at a gas station to refill the fuel. It was almost three and the sun was high in the sky. They still had two more hours to go.

Nadia helped the sweating vampire sit up, also using the time to gently wipe her forehead with a rag wet from cold water. Caroline leaned forward and let her fangs sink into the human's skin. Gulping down the warm blood in large gulps. But the action also caused the dark wound on her neck to pulse, sending waves of pain through the baby vampire. Causing her to moan in pain.

The woman was beginning to lose color, so Caroline pulled away. But her eyes were still dark, and her fangs stayed sharp.

"Caroline-"

"No." The blond cut her off. Shaking her head furiously. "I won't kill her. But you need to drink more blood. Your body needs it."

Nadia interrupted before the two women could get into a fight, "I'll erase this one's memory and go get another human."

Katherine stared at Caroline's reflection through the car window. She's met many vampire's in her life. But she doubt's she's met any with the baby vampire's control. There were vampire's out there who had lived for centuries and hadn't gotten anywhere near to her level. Yet the blond always hesitated when feeding from the vein. It annoyed Katherine to pieces.

Sometimes she wishes she'd stayed around, at least then Caroline wouldn't have had Steaphen's morales pushed onto her. Because despite thinking he was helping her, the younger Salvator brother's diet did nothing for her.

He failed to realise that his so called bunny diet, did nothing but build up, and then erupt like a dame of death causing the Ripper episodes. If only he's stopped and learned how to properly feed from the vein, maybe he wouldn't have killed so many people. People may call him the ripper, but in the end. Those death's were no one else's fault but his own.

Caroline turned her head to the side. Through blurry vision she could see the woman staring at her. "If you want to say something, why don't you just say it."

"You have excellent control. Why do you hesitate to drink from the vein?" Katherine asked, raising an eyebrow. Caroline stayed silent, so Katherine continued. "It's easy. Drink, then just compel them to forget. I know you don't have a problem…" Katherine trailed off, eyes widened as she realised something. Whipping her head around nodded in understanding, "It's not drinking that you have a problem with. It's compulsion."

Luckily for Caroline, or more likely Damon, Nadia came back with Caroline's second servings. A man this time. Caroline instantly latched onto the man's neck. Gulping down the blood gratefully as it gave her body some strength.

After that, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep so Katherine wouldn't ask any more questions, maybe she'd even forget about it, if given enough time. But knowing Katherine, it wasn't likely.

Caroline could feel the pain begin to subside a bit. But she knew that was only because of the fresh blood in her system, and that it would only be the calm before the storm. Because next, her bones would feel as if they'd been set aflame, and the illusions would begin.

Just as Caroline had predicted, the illusion came. They slowly become worse and worse.

First in the form of her mother. She always knew her mother hated what she had become. Though she had come around to accept that she was still her daughter. Caroline would never be able to forget the look of disgust that appeared on her face when she first discovered what Caroline had become. To the point she'd practically handed her over to her father to be brutally tortured.

God her father. He was next. These hallucinations were a lot harder. She could still feel the burn of the sun as it began tearing through her back after her father had taken her daylight ring and repeatedly forced her to endure the torture. Closing the blinds only to let her back heel, and then starting all over again. Her throat began to dry up with thirst as she saw her father waving a fresh blood bag in front of her face. She weakly tried to reach for it, only for her fingers to fall through thin air.

Damon was next. He was the reason she was afraid to compelled anyone. Everytime she tried, all she could remember was how he used her. She could see him, reaching for her neck, she desperately tried to move away from the hallucination, but her body was too weak.

And the worst of the worst, Klaus. Telling her what everyone else had been telling her since the beginning. That he only saw her as insufferable, stupid blond air head. Who wouldn't even think for herself.

Katherine looked back as she heard Caroline mumble. With her rapidly ageing hearing, she couldn't make out the words. Only names thrown out here and there. Her mother and Damon were two she caught. And she suspected Klaus was in there somewhere too. Judging by how her daughter's grip on the steering wheel tightened. She doubted it was anything good. "Speed up." She ordered her daughter.

"But-"

"No. I can guarantee you if Caroline draw's her last breath in this car. Then nothing will be safe from Klaus's furry. It'll rain down on everyone. Starting with the two of us. And it won't be the cat and mouse game he let me play. He will catch us, and he will torture us until we're beginning for the mercy of death. He's probably find a way to cure me just so he could torture me longer." Katherine explained the reality of their situation to her daughter.

"But it wasn't our fault." Nadia protested.

"He won't see it that way." Katherine shook her head. "He'll be blaming us for driving too slow. So unless you want that to happen. I suggest you forget about speed limits, and press on it as hard as you can."

*****

The fear began to set into Katherine as they arrived in front the Mikelson's manor. This could go very very wrong. She was hoping that Caroline's condition may prevent Klaus from killing her on the spot. That she may at least get a chance to say goodbye to Elijah.

As much as she hated to admit it, a large part of her still loved the man, despite how they had parted ways.

Nadia picked up a limp Caroline into her arms. Her chest was barely moving. She needed the cure. And she needed it now.

The two rushed up the steps and loudly knocked on the door. In an instant the door opened with an irritated Rebeakh. "Katherine-" she began, only for the woman in question to cut her off.

"No time." Pushing Rebekah aside, Katherine moved forward. Rebekah was about to shout at the doppelganger, but all words died in her throat as she was the baby vampire in Nadia's arms.

"What did you do to her?" Rebekah shouted.

But Katherine ignored her, "Klaus!" She shouted.

The Mikelson's were in a meeting with the head's of the factions when they heard a knock. Elijah's eyes widened as he recognized the voice of the women calling for his brother, anywhere. He quickly followed Klaus outside.

They looked down from the second floor.

"Who is it?" Cami asked, curious.

Klaus rolled his eyes, he smirked, "Kateri…" The woman's name died in his throat as he saw Caroline limp in an unknown women's arms.

A growl ripped through Klaus's throat. Before anyone knew what was happening, Klaus was next to Caroline, and had snatched her from Nadia's arms. "What happened?"

"She was bit, clearly." Katherine answered. "We rushed her here as fast as we could."

Without hesitation, Klaus ripped into his wrist and raised it to Caroline's mouth. "Drink up Love." He told her, gently petting her hair.

Marcel let out a gasp. "What is it? Who is she?" Cami asked with a glare, not liking how Klaus was holding the woman.

"I don't know." Klaus's son answered. "But she is important. Not once in my life, have I ever seen Klaus feed someone his blood, directly from his wrist."

Once Caroline's breathing returned to normal, Klaus handed her to Rebekah. Within an instant he had Katherine in the air, by her throat. "Klaus, stop." Elijah pleaded with his brother.

"Give me one good reason." Klaus growled.

"Because we saved her life." Nadia answered.

"And I am to believe that? For all I know you could have done that to her." Klaus roared. He looked at Nadia, "Who are you?"

Katheirne begged desperately for Nadia to not answer the question, Nadia, taking the hint, stayed quiet. But Klaus didn't like that at all. So he repeated the question, this time, using compulsion.

The vampire, forced to answer siad, "I'm her daughter. Nadia Paterov."

"I see." Klaus smirked. "I thought I killed all of your family, Katerina." Klaus said, turning to her. "But don't worry, you both can burn in hell together."

"Klaus." Elijah called, desperately, but the hybrid only tightened his grip."Klaus." Another voice called, this one, the weakest in the room. But instantly caused the hybrid to calm down. He threw Katherine on the ground and turned to face the baby vampire. "No." She told him. "She saved my life. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here right now. Don't… kill her…" Caroline got out, before her exhaustion took over her once again and she fell unconscious.

Klaus gently picked up Caroline in his arms, "The meeting's done. You're all dismissed", he said. He then turned around to look at his brother, "Make sure those two don't leave. Aside from that, feel free to do as you wish." Without waiting to see if anyone had listened, he looked Caroline upstairs to a room across from him. One that he has prepared ahead of time especially for her. For when she would come to New Orleans.

The room was painted a bright, matted shade of yellow. It had a four poster king sized bed in the middle. And a bedside stand on either side. There was a large window, next to a seating area and a coffee table, that overlooked the best views of the gardens. It had a special view to the white roses, her favorite flower, that he had planted especially for her.

He gently lays her down on the bed.

Now all he could do was wait for her to wake up.

*****

Cami continued to stare at where Klaus had previously been holding Caroline. He's never so much as looked at her like that. Let alone touch her. Why that-

"I wouldn't so much as think that if I were you." Kol said in a sing-song voice, taunting the human.

"What?" Cami asked.

"I'm saying I'd cut that thought process off before it even starts." Kol repeated himself. "Don't bother comparing yourself to Caroline." Cami's eyes lit up, thinking he was on her side. But Kol was quick to shoot her down. "Because compared to her, you aren't even the dirt beneath her feet."

"Really?" Marcel asked, testing the waters and fishing for more information.

"Yeah." Rebekah nodded. "You were wondering why he's always in a good mood after coming back from mystic falls. Well there's your answer."

"I'm his physiatrist. He needs me." Cami huffed.

Kol chuckled darkly, "She's his queen. What he needs is her. She's the one keeping him sane. It's not your weekly little sessions. But they're daily phone calls. Without her, cities would burn."

*****

Klaus watched intently as she began to steer. "Klaus." She called as her eyes fluttered open.

"I'm right here Love." He said, helping her sit up.

Caroline rubbed her throat, as the dryness began to set in. "I'm hungry."

"I know Love." Klaus once again bit into his own wrist, and let the baby vampire drink her will. She'd be exhausted from having to fight the werewolf venom as long as she did. But compared to human blood, the blood of an original, was a hundred times better at healing and replenishing a vampire's strength.

"What happened? Who bit you love?" Klaus asked after Caroline and drank her fill.

"Tyler. I don't know why." Caroline told him, anger, confusion and betrayal painting her face.

Klaus cursed, "I knew I should have killed him a long time ago." He nodded as the pieces began falling into place, "and then Katherine brought you here. I wonder what she wants out of this."

Caroline immediately sat up, "No Klaus. You can't hurt her! She's my friend!"

Klaus let out a low growl of frustration. He knew the woman he fell in love with was fiercely loyal. It was one of the traits he loved most about her. But now, if she claims Katherine… and her spawn as well, and one of her own. Then Klaus's hands would literally be tied. He'd be forced onto a short leash.

*****

Meanwhile, the eyes of the people outside widened in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the woman had said no to Klaus. And was defending Katherine. Everyone in the supernatural world knew Katherine's relationship with Klaus. And here this girl was defending her. She must surely have a death wish.

Meanwhile, Rebekah and Kol just smirked knowingly, well Elijah had a fond smile on his face for the woman who had brought his brother back to their family - and may be able to save his love as well.

Nadia held her mother's hand. "She's fighting for you." Nadia told her.

Katherine, for the first time, in a very long time, felt something bloom in her chest.

Hope.

*****

Klaus took a deep breath, "Love. You do know she's the reason I had to wait another 500 years to remove my curse. Don't you?"

"Yes. But she's also the reason we met." Caroline argued back. "She's the one who, along with Elena, brought you to mystic falls. She's the one who turned me." Klaus growled at the thought of his enemy killing the blond in front of him, but Caroline just raised a hand to stop him from interrupting.

"It's true she's the reason your ritual didn't work. But she also saved my life today Klaus. Without her, I would have died in that dorm room."

Klaus's heart fell at the thought of Caroline's bright light fading and dying out alone in that dorm room several states away from.

"She did cause your ritual to fail. But she saved my life. So it's up to you. Decide. What matters more. Having to wait five centuries to break your curse, or me."

Klaus let out a deep sigh. "When you put it like that. There really is no competition Love." Klaus said, meeting Caroline's gaze.

*****

The two exited the room and walked down the stairs. Katherine looked up at Klaus, her human heart beating in anticipation of her fate.

Klaus looked at Katherine, "You saved Caroline's life today. And that has earned you your freedom." Klaus told her. Honestly he still hated the wide smile that spread across the women's face, but he loved the smile that appeared on Caroline's face a thousand times more.

Elijah looked at his brother, "There's also the matter of Katherina's mortality."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Klaus asked, offended.

"Klaus!" Caroline glared at him.

"Fine. Kol. Reach out to a powerful witch you know. Freya's going to need some help in finding a way to reverse this." Klaus said.

Kol smirked, "I know just the one." Kol smirked, thinking of a certain Benette witch with a fiery temper.

"Freya?" Caroline asked.

Rebekah nodded. "Considering how Klaus never shuts up about you, or the fact that his studio is basically a museum of your face. Our older sister Freya has been quite interested in meeting you for some time now."

Katherine had finally snapped out of her initial shock and wrapped her arms around Caroline. Klaus glared at her, but Caroline returned it, just as fiercely. "Behave."

To everyone who wasn't a Mikelson's surprise, Klaus actually stopped trying to light Katherine on fire with his eyes.

Klaus's phone vibrated. He looked down to see a text from Kain, one of his hybrids, that they had found Tyler. He smirked, "You do know Tyler won't live much longer right."

Caroline sighed. "I know. I don't want him to die. But I also don't want him to hurt me, or anyone else I care about ever again."

"And I won't let him." Klaus nodded.

*****

This was part 1 of Road Trip. I have a plan for part 2, but it's not complete. So look out for that, whenever it comes out. Because I guarantee you. There will be Tyler Torture in there.

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Worth More than All the Wishes

A continuation of Part & Parcel

Faris has never met a genie in the flesh.

No one in his family has, not for centuries—not since the First, Grandmother Hayat’s husband, the giver of their name. Like so much magic, the jinn have passed into myth and legend, etched in tomes that his family collects and studies and teaches to those who have a desire to learn. D’jinn the First kept no diaries, but Grandmother Hayat did, and she described a devoted and loving husband, one who chose to forsake his immortality to live a full life with her instead. His abilities were not heavily described, nor his appearance.

Their library holds one of the greatest collections of magical history in the world, yet their research on the jinn is sparse compared to what they have amassed on vampires or the peri. Jinn are so often fought over, sought across the centuries, lost to both battle and time, that few are interested in them beyond their limitless wish granting abilities. All that is documented is the benevolence and terror they instil at their masters’ behest, the awe-inspiring nature of their boundless cosmic power.

With all of that in mind, the genie in the cell next to his own is nothing like Faris has been led to expect.

Unconscious since the Phantom Blot siphoned him out of the hulking, magic-draining gauntlet on his right hand, the genie is far from an otherworldly behemoth of legend. While not a small man, the genie is lanky and not unlike a mortal in appearance. His feathers are a rich brown and what hair is visible beneath his turban are tight, brown curls. He wears traditional silks and babouche slippers and golden hoop earrings glisten beneath his magenta turban.

But for all that, the genie also looks washed out and pale, almost sickly. Faris had already balked at their captor’s ability to contain a jinn at all, but now he fears what this unnatural imprisonment is costing a being that is meant to be invulnerable.

The genie begins to stir, and Faris can’t help his eagerness as he leans forward. He feels like a boy kneeling at his mother’s side as she unfurls the scroll of the First D’jinn and his young eyes hungrily devoured her words and the gilded inscriptions of a love that defied the intentions of the cosmos.

The genie opens his eyes and takes Faris’ breath away.

Any delusions he had about the genie's apparent mortality are swept away at the first glimpse of the genie’s gold eyes. They shine like every boyhood imagining of ancient treasure, the dunes of the Salt Desert at sunrise, a sign of concentrated magic unlike any he has ever seen.

The genie closes his eyes and groans as any Normal man might at a rude awakening. Faris does not smile, but it is a near thing.

“Are you alright, Genie?” he asks.

Faris finds himself pinned under that endless gold gaze, unable to tear himself away even if he wished it.

“Ugh,” the genie says with feeling, and Faris does smile then.

Gene stretches in the brilliance of a Tehran sunrise, his golden earrings and silks catching the light and refracting a kaleidoscope of colors. Faris is arrested by the sight in the middle of packing their campsite, a bedroll clutched loosely in his hand.

Out of the shade of their temporary shelter, Gene continues stretching as if he can’t feel Faris’ eyes on him, twisting left to right and raising his arms over his head. Without the added height of his turban, his frame is more slight, his presence less otherworldly. Gene looks over his shoulder and catches Faris in the act, his liquid gold eyes flashing with mischief and making Faris’ stomach flutter with awe. As if he could ever confuse his partner for something as boring as earthly.

“See something you like?” Gene teases, wink and all. Ever the showman, cartoonish stars flutter off his eyelashes.

Faris is not easily flustered, but with frighteningly casual ease, Gene slipped beneath his defenses with the first utterance of ‘90s slang and seemed to make a mission of cracking his warrior’s austerity with lingering touches, coy flirting, and plentiful compliments. However, in the last five months, Faris has learned that while Gene can “dish it out,” he cannot take it.

Faris smiles as he finishes properly securing their bedroll to his motorcycle. “Always, darling,” he replies, knowing how the pet name unmoors Gene.

He looks up in time to catch the last of Gene’s stunned expression before it’s hidden behind the paper fan he conjures into his hand, flapping it over his face like a damsel. A fainting couch snaps into existence behind him, which he collapses onto dramatically. “Take it easy, casanova! I’ve got a delicate constitution, don’t you know.” He throws an arm over his eyes, lounging handsomely.

Faris rolls his eyes fondly. “We should pack and depart quickly to avoid the worst of the heat.”

Without raising his head from the arm of the couch, Gene waves his fingers and bundles the entirety of their campsite onto the back of Faris’ motorcycle in the exact method in which he would organize it. Faris glances sidelong at Gene, who’s gone back to feigning sleep.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Faris chastises gently.

He has no compunctions and no right to dictate when and where Gene uses his abilities, whether it’s for his own comfort or those of strangers, but he is wary at all times of asking Gene to use them on his behalf. He isn’t Gene’s master; they are partners, equal in all things, and subservient to neither.

But sometimes Gene keeps his true emotions closer to the vest than even Faris does, relying on levity instead of stone-faced sobriety. It is only through practice that Faris has learned to decipher his moods.

“Just helping out, babe. We’ve gotta get to your folks on time.” Gene hops to his feet with a smile, the fan and couch disappearing with a puff of purple smoke, but Faris sees the slight furrow between his thick brows, the way the index finger of his left hand taps against the bicep of his folded arms, excess magic fizzling into the air like the glowing tendrils of a fading firework.

Faris reaches out a hand, smiling to reassure. “You’ve nothing to worry about, Gene,” he reminds patiently. “You know my family cannot wait to meet you.”

Gene takes his hand, scoffing as he allows Faris to draw him closer. “Yeah, you say that now, but what happens when my fifth NSYNC reference gets on Mr. Faris D’jinn Senior’s nerves and he orders me to stop dating his son?”

“My father’s name is Adel,” Faris corrects wryly, holding Gene close with a palm splayed around his waist. “And it’s my mother you need to worry about.”

Gene drops his head against Faris’ chest, groaning exaggeratedly. “I’m gonna mess this up.”

“Would you like me to quiz you on everybody’s names again?” Faris murmurs against his ear. Remembering who’s who in his immediate family is hardly a problem big enough to the source of Gene’s anxieties—in any event, the man employs nicknames more than anyone Faris has ever met—but it can be tricky to broach serious subjects with Gene without him retreating into his joking, showman’s veneer.

Gene presses a kiss to Faris’ jaw before he shakes himself off, as though ridding himself of water as well as his worries. “No, no, no, I got it, professor. Locked in the vault.” He taps the side of his head, generating a hollow, metallic sound for added effect.

“If you’re certain,” Faris says, releasing Gene to board his bike. Gene sidles up behind him, pressing close along the line of his back and wrapping his arms around Faris’ waist.

Hidden beneath the fabric of Gene’s sleeves, Faris feels the press of the hateful gold manacles around Gene’s wrists, impossible to remove or magic away, and the only tangible proof of his fettered connection to his lamp. It burns Faris to know how many have abused Gene’s abilities, his trust, and his will over the centuries, and how easily his current semblance of freedom could be snatched away.

Gene can only hide the lamp away on his person for so long (“Genie rules,” he tells Faris with a roll of his eyes, in the way he always does when listing decrees of the cosmos dating back to time immemorial, “the lamp’s gotta be in reach of a mortal, whether that’s a grody cave or a ditch by the side of the road”) so he gives it to Faris for safekeeping a month into their journey to return the stolen artifacts of the Lost Library of Alexandria to their countries of origin. Guarding the lamp is not a responsibility Faris takes lightly, but every day he is conscious of the fact that someone stronger, quicker, smarter might finally strike him down and take the lamp for themself, leaving Gene at their mercy.

Faris would take the lamp and wish for Gene’s freedom in a heartbeat if he thought it was what he wanted. But Gene has said nothing on the subject since that day they walked out of Estoril hand in hand, so he hasn’t.

It’s half a day’s journey to his family home at the base of West Dobermannar, and he knows Gene could will them there with all the effort of a blink. But Faris has been pleased to discover over the months of their travels that Gene enjoys the long drives as much as he does, the stillness that accompanies stretches of empty roads and camping beneath seas of stars. At rest stops he conjures fruit and sweet wine for them to share, and in the smaller towns they pass he turns unpaved streets into gold and conjures snow falls over children’s parks, using his magic for less grand but much more personal reasons.

Jinn House is a jewel that has stood undimmed against the test of time. It’s been debated over the years who exactly is responsible for its construction: some of his family believe it was the First and Grandmother Hayat, others that it was their children or their children’s children. But they all agree that Jinn House is a marvel.

Gene whistles as they enter the garden preceding the entryway. The paving stones form hexagonal patches of greenery that line either side of a long rectangular fountain that burbles in the center of the courtyard. Iron wrought lamps with protective charms cast upon them to provide both light and safety from mortal intruders litter the garden. The house itself is all high, rounded archways and sun-smoothed golden stone, windcatchers littering the rooftops like palace ramparts. Decorative stucco and wood carving adorn the walls and windows and stained glass throw rainbow shadows across the tiles.

No matter how long Faris has been away, returning to his ancestral home always feels as though he’s stepped into a dream. This feeling is only prolonged by the sight of his mother waiting on the iwan, the long train of her headscarf fluttering in the breeze.

Gene comes to a dead halt beside him. “Is that…?” His voice wavers in a way he would normally try to hide from Faris.

“My mother, Soraya.” Faris beams, meeting Gene’s anxious golden gaze. Somewhere in between climbing off his motorcycle and wheeling it into the garage at the edge of the property, Gene had traded his customary silks for a plain turtleneck and trench coat, his go-to when he wants to look his least conspicuous. As usual, he could almost pass for mortal if it weren’t for his eyes, glowing gold with latent magic, which he retains no matter what form he takes.

Sparks are fluttering off Gene’s fingertips again, a nervous tic he might not even be aware of, so Faris reaches down to entwine their hands. Gene squeezes back with deceptive strength and allows Faris to lead them forward the rest of the way.

Soraya’s smile grows as they approach, especially when her gaze drifts down to their clasped hands. Faris inherited her strong jaw and naturally severe expression, but his coloring is all his father's; Soraya’s fur is such a dark brown it’s nearly black, and his sisters and their children lie on a gradient in between.

“My wayward child,” Soraya intones warmly, holding out her arms to embrace him. “Welcome home, Farisakam.”

Gene looks giddy when he hears the childhood nickname and Faris resolutely ignores him as he steps into his mother’s arms. He knows that his dignity will suffer far worse blows during their stay.

“It’s good to be home, Mâmân.” Bracketed by her strong arms, he’s engulfed by the peach blossom scent of the oil she uses in her fur, and he recalls a thousand embraces such as this.

After a long moment, Soraya leans back and takes his face into her calloused hands—the hands of both a warrior and a mother. She holds his gaze and strokes the skin beneath his eyes, perpetually purpled from insomnia (another trait he shares with his father, who practically turns into a raccoon when elusive research keeps him in the library for nights at a time). “You look happy, Faris. At peace.” She looks past him, her smile twisting wryly. “I suppose that’s your doing, Master Jinn?”

Faris turns around in time to see Gene duck his head. “The, uh, the feeling’s mutual, happiness-wise. Bânu Soraya D’jinn. Ma’am.” A bashful smile curves his beak, but in his gold glimmer eyes the fear from before still lingers, only for Faris to see.

Before he can part from his mother and return to Gene’s side, Soraya releases him with a pat to the cheek and approaches Gene herself. “Despite what my son might have led you to believe, we don’t stand on ceremony here,” she says warmly, taking Gene’s hands in her own. “We are honored by your presence, Gene, and welcome you to our home.”

Gene blinks, eyes round as polished coins. “H-honor’s all mine, believe me. I don’t think I’ve ever been invited anywhere before.”

“Well, I’m pleased to be the first to do so,” Soraya replies smartly. “Faris’ calls home are filled with nothing but talk of you, and it’s good to finally put a face to the name.”

A mortified flush races hotly up Faris’ neck and up into his cheeks. “Mâmân,” he groans as he hasn’t done since he was a teenager.

Gene looks ecstatic, which is worth the cost of his embarrassment. “You talk about me?”

Faris smiles, still abashed by his mother’s lack of subtlety, but unwilling to miss an opportunity to reassure Gene of his importance in Faris’ life. Family is everything to him, and he’s counted Gene among them for months now. “Of course, love. Whenever I am able.”

It’s Gene’s turn to go stock-still, but Soraya only nods approvingly.

“Come, you’ve had a long journey. Get your things settled in Faris’ rooms and join us for dinner. My daughters and grandchildren cannot wait to meet you, and my husband too, if I can tear him away from his latest manuscript.”

She bobs her head lightly over her and Gene’s clasped hands before she sweeps away, disappearing through the doorway to the family rooms of Jinn House with a flutter of dark skirts. Gene watches her go with a stunned expression.

“I’ve definitely never been invited to dinner before,” he says.

The confession strikes Faris in the heart as cleanly as a blade, not unlike every other tragic reality of Gene’s genie status. It’s irony of the worst sort that the man with the power to unmake the cosmos in his pinky finger has never broken bread with friends or family. That he has been so readily discarded across the centuries once his worth was spent.

Faris takes Gene’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. “Well then, what are we waiting for?”

Gene’s answering smile is wobbly. “Waiting on you, lover boy.”

#ant writes #ant commission #fargene #djinn/gene #the genie men drive around returning stolen artifacts but now it's time to meet the family #faris djinn #gene the genie #yes I did create an entire extended family for djinn what of it

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Hi! As someone who has watched TVD and BtVS as well, how do your opinions of Damon and Spike differ on a general level? I’ve seen many similarities between the two characters, but notice that you are strongly anti-spuffy and pro-delena and I guess I’m just curious at what makes them so different in your opinion! Love your blog btw!!

Hi! I don't really see a lot of similarities between Damon and Spike. They're both vampires, they both rock a lot of leather, they're both sarcastic. But that can be said of a lot of characters. For some reason, both fandoms are so hung up on this idea of Bangel=Stelena, Delena=Spuffy, Angel=Stefan, and Spike=Damon... simply because Julie Plec is a huge Buffy fan and both shows are about vampires. Does the TVDverse rip off a lot from the Buffyverse? Is it influenced and inspired in a lot of ways? Absolutely, but that does not mean they're the same. Also I want to point out that in no way does Buffy=Elena, and that's a massive distinction considering they are the two women involved with these dynamics.

You can draw comparisons between these four dynamics only on a surface level, in that Bangel are soulmates, and the show makes the claim that Stelena are soulmates. Elena and Damon start off as "enemies" (I use that term loosely because I don't ever really consider them enemies. Stefan sure wanted that, though) and Buffy and Spike start as enemies. Delena and Spuffy both fall into the same romantic trope of enemies-to-lovers (and I use the word "lovers" very loosely in terms of B/S), but so do so many dynamics. That does not automatically mean they're the same. This is a popular trope for a reason.

I watched Buffy way before I watched the Vampire Diaries, and I watched TVD as it was airing. I never saw the comparisons between Delena/Spuffy, although I did notice some between Bangel/Stelena. Bangel is just an incredibly influential couple though so it's not unusual for couples to be influenced by that dynamic, especially concerning vampire fiction.

If you're looking for a more in-depth analysis, my good friend @sulietsexual has written some amazing meta on this topic. I don't really have the energy to just reiterate what she says but I agree with most of - if not all- of her takes on this topic.

#anonymous #answered #just because i'm pro delena does not mean I justify or excuse every little thing that happens between them #or every little thing damon does #I have my own grievances even with ships I love #the problem is that most spuffies don't #despite the very very LOUD and obvious abuse #anti spuffy

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You know, it’s not perfect, but the Smallville episode Craving is actually a really good condemnation of fatphobia, especially for something that came out in 2001.

Throughout the episode Jodi’s father consistently expresses concern over his daughter’s disordered eating and insists that she’s fine just as she is. The last time we see him (he’s not present for the climax and afterward we are just told secondhand he’s on the way to the hospital to meet Jodi) he suggests they take Jodi to a therapist and says he just wants her to be able to look in the mirror and be happy.

We see Pete and Chloe have a conversation with Jodi before the kryptonite-induced weight loss starts, and they treat her just like a normal person. In particular, Jodi is working on a scrapbook of outfit inspiration for an upcoming party, cutting out a supermodel wearing a bikini when they approach. The idea that the fat girl wants to wear a bikini appears to be so normal to them that it’s not worth commenting upon or even really noticing.

Later in the conversation some guys make fun of Jodi for her weight and Pete (her romantic interest for the episode) tells them to back off, then chases after Jodi when she runs off upset.

When Jodi begins loosing weight rapidly due to the kryptonite (50+ pounds in a few days) Clark, Pete, Chloe, and Jodi’s dad all react with concern, and she is asked by different people on multiple occasions if she’s sick. The only one who treats the weight loss as a positive is one of the guys who had made fun of her earlier and is unambiguously portrayed as a jerk.

There are numerous indications that Pete’s attraction to Jodi has nothing to do with her weight loss. In addition to the standing up for her as mentioned earlier, Pete doesn’t comment on her weight loss outside of asking after her health; the one time he does compliment her appearance it’s to tell her her *dress* is beautiful; Jodi is the one to ask him out, indicating the change in their relationship is because her surge in self-confidence not because Pete is suddenly attracted to her because she lost weight; and Jodi still noticeably has a double-chin when she asks Pete to the party and Pete is so bowled over with excitement he forgets how to speak.

Jodi is never treated as shallow for her desire to be skinny, nor is she ever villainized for her actions, even at the end when she attacks Pete (after desperately trying to make him leave) and Clark when he comes to rescue Pete. She is shown to be a good person who is struggling with very real and serious issues.

The episode shows, albeit in supernatural fashion, how her disordered eating seriously messes with her body and physical health. It ends, as implied above, with her having to go to the hospital to receive treatment for her condition.

The episode also pulls no punches in showing how being made fun of and belittled for being fat messes with her mental health. There’s an outburst from Jodi about how tired she is of counting calories and keeping meticulous diaries of everything she eats so she can feel guilty for having one extra grape. She also says of the guy who mocked her that he thought it was funny to say mean things to her and make her cry and “wish [she] was dead rather than fat.” The episode ends with her catching her reflection during her fight with Clark, declaring herself a freak, and attempting to commit suicide. (Rest assured, Clark does save her, and while it’s not explicitly stated, given her father’s behavior throughout the episode, it seems very likely she got the help she needed for her mental health struggles as well.)

So, yeah. I think it’s easy to get bogged down in the bad special effects and fat make-up and the rather cheesy “fat-sucking vampire” line, but I do think the episode does an overall pretty good job with these issues. Jodi Melville, Amy Adam’s best Superman related role, and you cannot change my mind.

#Smallville #Jodi Melville #fatphobia #tw suicide mention #tw disordered eating

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Don’t Date Rosa Santos by Nina Moreno - Rosa Santos is cursed by the sea-at least, that's what they say. Dating her is bad news, especially if you're a boy with a boat. As her college decision looms, Rosa collides - literally - with Alex Aquino, the mysterious boy with tattoos of the ocean whose family owns the marina. With her heart, her family, and her future on the line, can Rosa break a curse and find her place beyond the horizon.

The Downstairs Girl by Stacey Lee - In 1890, Atlanta, 17-year-old Jo Kuan works as a lady's maid, but by night, Jo moonlights as newspaper advice columnist "Dear Miss Sweetie." When her efforts put Jo in the crosshairs of Atlanta's most notorious criminal, she must decide whether she, a girl used to living in the shadows, is ready to step into the light

A Dream So Dark by L.L. McKinney - Still reeling from her recent battle (and grounded until she graduates) Alice must cross the Veil to rescue her friends and stop the Black Knight once and for all in Wonderland.

Eclipse the Stars by Maura Milan - Criminal mastermind and unrivaled pilot Ia Ccha and her allies make unpredictable choices as they fight to keep darkness from eclipsing the skies.

The Everlasting Rose by Dhonielle Clayton - Camille, Edel, and Remy, aided by The Iron Ladies and backed by alternative newspaper The Spider's Web, race to outwit Sophia, find Princess Charlotte, and return her to Orléans.

Fake It Till You Break It by Jenn P. Nguyen - Neighbors Mia and Jake pretend to fake date to get their respective mothers off their back. All they have to do is pretend to date and then stage the worst breakup of all time. The only problem is, maybe Jake and Mia don’t hate each other as much as they once thought.

Far From Agrabah by Aisha Saeed - On an adventure in a fantastical kingdom, Aladdin and Jasmine get caught up in the magic therein. But soon sinister outside forces come into play, threatening to strand them there forever.

The Field Guide to the North American Teenager by Ben Philippe - When Norris, a Black French Canadian, starts his junior year at an Austin, Texas, high school, he views his fellow students as clichés from "a bad 90s teen movie."

Firestarter (Timekeeper #3) by Tara Sim - Colton, Daphne, and the others must choose between those striving to take down the world's clock towers so that time can run freely, and terrorists trying to bring back the lost god of time.

Five Dark Fates (Three Dark Crowns #4) by Kendare Blake - In this conclusion to the Three Dark Crowns series, three dark sisters will rise to fight as the secrets of Fennbirn’s history are laid bare. Allegiances will shift. Bonds will be tested, and some broken forever.

Five Midnights by Ann Davila Cardinal - If Lupe Dávila and Javier Utierre can survive each other’s company, together they can solve a series of grisly murders sweeping though Puerto Rico. But the clues lead them out of the real world and into the realm of myths and legends.

Forward Me Back to You by Mitali Perkins - Told in separate voices, Kat and Robin leave Boston on a church mission to help combat human trafficking in India while Kat recovers from a sexual assault and Robin seeks his birth mother.

Frankly in Love by David Yoon - Korean-American Frank Li Frank falls for Brit Means, who is smart, beautiful–and white. Fellow Limbo Joy Song is in a similar predicament, and so they make a pact: they’ll pretend to date each other. Frank thinks it’s the perfect plan, but in the end, Frank and Joy’s fake-dating maneuver leaves him wondering if he ever really understood love–or himself–at all.

Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett - HIV-positive teen Simone Garcia-Hampton must navigate fear, disclosure, and radical self-acceptance when she falls in love--and lust--for the first time.

The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi - Paris, 1889: Treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier, Séverin Montagnet-Alarie gets the chance of a lifetime when the all-powerful society, the Order of Babel, seeks him out for help in exchange for a priceless treasure: his true inheritance.

The Girl King by Mimi Yu - Sisters Lu and Min become unwitting rivals in a war to claim the title of Emperor.

Girls of Storm and Shadow (Girls of Paper and Fire #2) by Natasha Ngan - After escaping the Hidden Palace, Lei and her warrior love Wren must travel the kingdom to gain support from the far-flung rebel clans.

The Grief Keeper by Alexandra Villasante - To have her family’s asylum request accepted, 17-year-old Marisol participates in a risky experiment to become a grief keeper, taking another’s grief into her own body to save a life.

His Hideous Heart edited by Dahlia Adler - 13 of YA’s most celebrated names reimagine Edgar Allan Poe’s most surprising, unsettling, and popular tales for a new generation.

A House of Rage and Sorrow (Celestial Trilogy #2) by Sangu Mandanna - As gods, beasts, and kingdoms choose sides, Alexi seeks out a weapon more devastating than even Titania. The House of Rey is at war. And the entire galaxy will bleed before the end.

How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters - When Remy is assigned to write an essay describing himself, he goes on a journey to reconcile the labels that people have attached to him, and get to know the real Remy Cameron.

Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love edited by Elsie Chapman & Caroline Tung Richmond - Interconnected short stories that explore the intersection of family, culture, and food in the lives of thirteen teens.

I Hope You Get This Message by Farah Naz Rishi - When news stations start reporting that Earth has been contacted by a planet named Alma, the world is abuzz with rumors that the alien entity is giving mankind only few days to live. And with only seven days to face their truths and right their wrongs, Jesse, Cate, and Adeem’s paths collide even as their worlds are pulled apart.

I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn - Japanese-American fashionista Kimi Nakamura who journeys to Japan on a quest of self-discovery after her college plans fall apart; along the way, she reconnects with her estranged grandparents and finds romance with a handsome med student Akira who moonlights as a costumed mochi mascot.

I Wanna Be Where You Are by Kristina Forest - Chloe Pierce’s chasing her ballet dreams down the east coast— with two unwanted (but kinda cute) passengers in her car, butterflies in her stomach, and a really dope playlist.

I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver - Non-binary teen Ben De Backer is kicked out by their parents after coming out, but learns that sometimes from disaster one can build a happier new life,

If It Makes You Happy by Claire Kann - Winnie dreams of someday inheriting the family diner—but it'll go away if they can't make money, and fast. Winnie has a solution—win a televised cooking competition and make bank.

In the Key of Nira Ghani by Natasha Deen - Guyanese-American Nira Ghani struggles with parental expectations and her love for jazz.

Internment by Samira Ahmed - Set in a near future in the United States where Muslim Americans are forced into an internment camp, 17-year-old Layla Amin must fight against Islamophobia, oppression, and complicit silence.

Inventing Victoria by Tonya Bolden - In 1880s Savannah, Dorcas Vashton offers Essie an offer she can't refuse, she becomes Victoria. Transformed by a fine wardrobe, a classic education, and the rules of etiquette, Victoria is soon welcomed in the upper echelons of black society in Washington, D. C. But when the life she desires is finally within her grasp, Victoria must decide how much of herself she is truly willing to surrender.

It’s a Whole Spiel: Love, Latkes & Other Jewish Stories edited by Katherine Locke & Laura Silverman - Get ready to fall in love, experience heartbreak, and discover the true meaning of identity in this poignant collection of short stories about Jewish teens.

Kick the Moon by Muhammad Khan - 15-year-old Ilyas finds a kindred spirit in Kelly Matthews during detention. But when Kelly catches the eye of one of the local bad boys, Imran, he decides to seduce her for a bet. Standing up to Imran puts Ilyas’ family at risk, but it’s time for him to be the superhero he draws in his comic-books, and go kick the moon.

A Kingdom for the Stage (For A Muse of Fire #2) by Heidi Heilig - The rebels are eager to use Le Trépas’s and necromancer Jetta’s combined magic against the invading colonists. Soon Jetta will face the choice between saving all of Chakrana or becoming like her father, and she isn’t sure which she’ll choose.

Kingdom of Souls by Rena Barron - Set in a West African-inspired fantasy kingdom, Arrah comes from a long line of powerful witchdoctors, yet fails at magic. When Arrah trade years off her life for magic to stop the Demon King from destroying the world—that is if it doesn't kill her first.

Kings, Queens, and Everything in Between by Tanya Boteju - 17-year-old, biracial, queer girl Nina Kumara-Clark is plunged into the delirious world of drag where she has the chance to explore questions of identity and love.

The Last 8 by Laura Pohl - Young Latina pilot Clover Martinez finds herself grounded and alone after a devastating alien attack, but soon finds hope in an unlikely group of survivors who aren't what they seem.

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me by Mariko Tamaki - Teenager Frederica Riley undergoes what might possibly be the most epically complicated breakup in lesbian history -- or at least it feels that way

The Light At the Bottom of the World by London Shah - Set in a future where the Earth is underwater, Leyla McQueen must navigate the treacherous abyss to find her missing father, but discovers a world drowning in lies.

Like A Love Story by Abdi Nazemian - It's 1989 in New York City, three teens, Reza, Judy, and Art cross paths. Judy has never imagined finding romance...until she falls for Reza and they start dating. But as Reza and Art grow closer, Reza struggles to find a way out of his deception that won't break Judy's heart--and destroy the most meaningful friendship he's ever known.

The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan - After she’s caught kissing her girlfriend by her conservative Muslim parents, Rukhsana Ali whisked off from Seattle to Bangladesh, where she must find the courage to fight for her love, but can she do so without losing everyone and everything in her life?

Love from A to Z by S.K. Ali - 18-year-old Muslims Adam and Zayneb meet in Doha, Qatar, during spring break and fall in love as both struggle to find a way to live their own truths.

Love Me or Miss Me by Dream Jordan - Kate's fantasy life of having the perfect family comes to an abrupt end when she is suddenly forced to return to the group home. Alone and vulnerable, Kate falls for the ever so gorgeous Percy who treats her well at first, but soon a cycle of controlling and abusive behavior begins. Will she be able to escape Percy's clutches?

The Magnolia Sword: A Ballad of Mulan by Sherry Thomas - As they cross the Great Wall to face the enemy beyond, Mulan and the princeling must find a way to unwind their past, unmask a traitor, and uncover the plans for the Rouran invasion . . . before it's too late.

A Match Made in Mehendi by Nandini Bajpai - 15-year-old Indian-American Simran “Simi” Sangha, who comes from a long line of matchmakers, decides to try to gain high school popularity using her family's matchmaking traditions to create a dating app.

The Never Tilting World by Rin Chupeco - In a world ruled by goddesses that has been split in two—one half existing in perpetual scorching Day, the other in freezing Night—twins separated at birth Odessa and Haidee embark on a quest across the great divide and rule a reunited world.

No One Here is Lonely by Sarah Everett - After having her heart so broken, Eden resorts to having her memories erased instead.

Nocturna by Maya Motayne - In a Latinx-inspired kingdom of Castallan, face-changing thief Finn Voy and grief-stricken Prince Alfehr must race to vanquish a dark magic they have accidentally unleashed.

Not Your Backup by C.B. Lee (Sidekick Squad #3) - As the Resistance moves to challenge the corrupt League of Heroes, Emma Robledo realizes where her place is in this fight: at the front.

Oh My Gods by Alexandra Sheppard - Half-mortal teenager Helen Thomas goes to live with her father—who is Zeus, masquerading as a university professor—and must do her best to keep the family secret intact.

On the Come Up by Angie Thomas - When 16-year-old Bri, an aspiring rapper, pours her anger and frustration into her first song, she finds herself at the center of a controversy.

Once & Future by Amy Rose Capetta & Cori McCarthy - In this Arthurian retelling set in space, King Arthur is reincarnated as 17-year-old Ari, a female king whose quest is to stop a tyrannical corporate government, aided by a teenaged Merlin.

Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds - After falling for Kate, her unexpected death sends Jack back in time to the moment they first met, but he soon learns that his actions have unintended consequences.

Our Wayward Fate by Gloria Chao - 17-year-old teen outcast Ali Chu is simultaneously swept up in a whirlwind romance and down a rabbit hole of dark family secrets when another Taiwanese family moves to her small, predominantly white Midwestern town.

Patron Saints of Nothing by Randy Ribar - When 17-year-old Jay Reguero learns his Filipino cousin and former best friend, Jun, was murdered as part of President Duterte's war on drugs, he flies to the Philippines to learn more.

Permanent Record by Mary H.K. Choi - Brooklyn bodega worker Pablo crosses paths & falls in love with multi-platinum recording artist Leanna Smart.

Rated by Melissa Grey - For the students at the prestigious Maplethorpe Academy, every single thing they do is reflected in their Ratings System. But when an act of vandalism sullies the front doors of the school, it sets off a chain reaction that will shake the lives of six special students -- and the world beyond.

Teen Titans: Raven by Kami Garcia - When a tragic accident takes the life of the only family she's ever known, 16-year-old Raven is sent to New Orleans to start over. She soon discovers that she can hear the thoughts of others around her...and another, more disturbing, voice in her head.

Rebel (Legend #4) by Marie Lu - Brothers Eden and Daniel Wing struggle to accept who they’ve each become since their time in the Republic, but a new danger creeps into the distance that’s grown between them. Eden soon finds himself drawn so far into Ross City’s dark side, even his legendary brother can’t save him. At least not on his own.

The Revolution of Birdie Randolph by Brandy Colbert - Dove “Birdie” Randolph maintains a close bond with her parents until first love and a family secret threatens to tear them apart.

The Rise of Kyoshi by F.C. Yee - The never-before-told backstory of Avatar Kyoshi, from a girl of humble origins to the merciless pursuer of justice who is still feared and admired centuries after she became the Avatar.

A River of Royal Blood by Amanda Joy - A North African-inspired feminist fantasy in which two sisters, Eva and Isa must compete in a magical duel to the death for the right to inherit the queendom of Myre.

Rogue Heart (Rebel Seoul #2) by Axie Oh - Two years after the Battle of Neo Seoul, 18-year-old telepath Ama must use her telepathic abilities to infiltrate the base of the Alliance’s new war commander, Alex Kim, her first love who betrayed her. Will she be able to carry out her task? Or will she give up everything for Alex again—only to be betrayed once more?

Ruse (Want #2) by Cindy Pon - In near-future Shanghai where society is divided between the fabulously wealthy business elite and the masses they exploit, Jason Zhou must play a dangerous cat and mouse game with the ruthless CEO of an all powerful corporation which has an ever-growing choke hold on the polluted metropolis.

Soaring Earth by Margarita Engle - In this memoir, Young People’s Poet Laureate Margarita Engle recounts her teenage years during the turbulent 1960s between Cuba and America.

Shadow Frost by Coco Ma - When Asterin Faelenhart, Princess of Axaria and heir to the throne, discovers that she may hold the key to defeating the demon terrorizing her kingdom, she vows not to rest until the beast is slain.

Take the Mic: Fictional Stories About Everyday Resistance edited by Bethany C. Morrow - A YA anthology focused on a collection of fictional stories of everyday resistance.

The Shadow Glass (Bone Witch #3) by Rin Chupeco - Bone witch Tea's dark magic eats away at her, but she must save the one she loves most, even while her life—and the kingdoms—are on the brink of destruction.

Shatter the Sky by Rebecca Kim Wells - Maren, desperate to save her kidnapped girlfriend Kaia, plans to steal one of the emperor's dragons and storm the Aurati stronghold, but her success depends on becoming an apprentice to the mysterious dragon trainer, which proves to be a dangerous venture.

SLAY by Brittney Morris - Black video game developer Kiera Johnson battles a real-life troll intent on ruining the Black Panther-inspired video game she created, and the safe community it represents for black gamers.

Somewhere Only We Know by Maurene Goo - In Hong Kong, k-pop star Lucky who'd like to be anyone else meets charming con-boy Jack, looking for a big break to impress his paparazzo father. When sparks ignite, the two must decide if they can risk it all for each other.

Song of the Abyss (Towers of Wind #2) by Makiia Lucier - When menacing raiders attack her ship, navigator Reyna must use every resource at her disposal, including placing her trust in a handsome prince from a rival kingdom.

Song of the Crimson Flower by Julie C. Dao - After cruelly rejecting Bao, the poor physician's apprentice who loves her, Lan, a wealthy nobleman's daughter, regrets her actions. After learning that Bao’s soul has been trapped inside a flute by a witch, Lan vows to make amends and help break the spell.

Soul of the Sword (Shadow of the Fox #2) by Julie Kagawa - As the paths of Yumeko and the possessed Tatsumi cross once again, the entire empire will be thrown into chaos.

Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim - 17-year-old Maia Tamarin poses as a boy to compete for the role of imperial tailor, and embarks on an impossible journey to sew three magic dresses, from the sun, the moon, and the stars, with help from the mysterious court magician, Edan.

Spin by Lamar Giles - When DJ ParSec, rising star of the local music scene, is found dead over her turntables, the two girls who found her, Kya and Fuse, are torn between grief for Paris and hatred for each other--but when the investigation stalls, they unite, determined to find out who murdered their friend.

The Stars the Blackness Between Them by Junauda Petraus - Audre from Trinidad and Mabel from Minneapolis, fall in love and create magic at the same time they learn one of them might not have long to live.

Stronger Than A Bronze Dragon by Mary Fan - In this steampunk fantasy set in Qing dynasty-inspired China, warrior girl Anlei teams up with a thief to save her village from shadow spirits, but after arriving at the Courts of Hell, a discovery challenges everything they know about who the real enemy is.

Symptoms of a Heartbreak by Sonia Charaipotra - The youngest doctor in America, Indian-American teen Saira makes her rounds―and falls head over heels in this romantic comedy.

Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi - Sana Khan and Rachel Recht, on opposite sides of the social scale must work together to make a movie and try very hard not to fall in love.

The Things She’s Seen by Ambelin & Ezekiel Kwaymullina - As Beth Teller and her father unravel a mystery, they find a shocking and heartbreaking story lurking beneath the surface of a small town, and a friendship that lasts beyond one life and into another...

There’s Something About Sweetie (When Dimple Met Rishi #3) by Sandhya Menon - Told in two voices, disappointed-in-love Ashish Patel and self-proclaimed fat athlete Sweetie Nair begin to find their true selves while dating under contract.

This Time Will Be Different by Misa Sugiura - 17-year-old CJ Katsuyama’s mom decides to sell her family’s flower shop—to the family who swindled CJ’s grandparents during WWII Internment. Soon a rift threatens to splinter CJ’s family, friends, and their entire Northern California community; and for the first time, CJ has found something she wants to fight for.

A Thousand Fires by Shannon Price - In modern-day San Francisco where three gangs rule the city streets, half-Filipina teen Valerie Simons enters the Red Bridge Wars to seek vengeance for her younger brother's death, but soon finds herself torn between old love and new loyalty.

The Tiger at Midnight by Swati Teerdhala - In ancient India, soldier Kunal hunts the “Viper,” rebel girl Esha accused of killing his General, embarking on a dangerous cat and mouse game and where both must decide—loyalty to their old lives or to a love that's made them dream of new ones.

Truly, Madly, Royally by Debbie Riguad - When Prince Owen invites Zora Emerson to be his date at his big brother's big royal wedding, Zora is suddenly thrust into the spotlight, along with her family and friends.

The Universal Laws of Marco by Carmen Rodrigues - Told through the lens of a guy in love with the cosmos (and maybe two girls), this story explores the complicated histories that bring us together and tear us apart.

Virtually Yours by Sarvenz Tash - NYU freshman Mariam Vakilian tries out a virtual reality dating app, only to be matched up with the high school ex she's still not over. Mariam’s heart is telling her one thing, but the app is telling her another. So, which should she trust? Is all fair in modern love?

The Voice in My Head by Dana L. Davis - When a sequence of wrenching secrets detonates, Indigo must figure out how to come to terms with her twin sister Violet, her family…and the voice in her head.

War Girls by Tochi Onyebuchi - Set in a futuristic, Black Panther-inspired Nigeria, sisters Onyii and Ify, separated by a devastating civil war, must fight their way back to each other against all odds.

Watch Us Rise by Renee Watson & Ellen Hagan - Jasmine and Chelsea start a Women's Rights Club and soon go viral. But with such positive support, the club is also targeted by online trolls. When things escalate, the principal shuts the club down. Jasmine and Chelsea will risk everything for their voices—and those of other young women—to be heard.

What Makes You Beautiful by Bridget Liang - Encouraged and supported by his friends at school, Logan begins questioning his gender. Realizing they are not a gay boy, but a transgender girl, Logan asks for people to call them Veronica. As a girl, does Veronica stand a chance with straight boy Kyle?

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal - In a world inspired by ancient Arabia, 17-year-old huntress Zafira must disguise herself as a man to seek a lost artifact that could return magic to her cursed world.

We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia - Set at the Medio School for Girls, where young women are trained to become one of two wives assigned to high society men; with revolution brewing in the streets, star student Daniela Vargas fights to protect a destructive secret, sending her into the arms of the most dangerous person possible—the second wife of her husband-to-be.

The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf - A music-loving teen with OCD does everything she can to find her way back to her mother during the historic race riots in 1969 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

When the Stars Lead to You by Ronni Davis - 18-year-old Devon longs for two things.The stars. And the boy she fell in love with last summer. Senior year, Ashton shows up on the first day of school. Can she forgive him and open her heart again? Or are they doomed to repeat history?

Wicked Fox by Kat Cho - After 18-year-old Miyoung Gu, a nine-tailed fox surviving in modern-day Seoul by eating the souls of evil men, kills a murderous goblin to save Jihoon, she is forced to choose between her immortal life and his.

With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo - With her daughter to care for and her abuela to help support, high school senior and aspiring chef Emoni Santiago has to make the tough decisions. But even with all the rules she has for her life — and all the rules everyone expects her to play by — once Emoni starts cooking, her only real choice is to let her talent break free.

You Must Be Layla by Yasmin Abdel-Magied - Layla's mind goes a million miles a minute, so does her mouth. Despite the setback of a high school suspension, Layla's determined to show everyone that she does deserve her scholarship and sets her sights on winning a big invention competition. But where to begin? Looking outside and in, Layla will need to come to terms with who she is and who she wants to be if she has any chance of succeeding.

#authors of color #book recommendations #yalit #women of color authors #AWW YISSS IT'S MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN!!!

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ad1thi · 4 years

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author interview tag

tagged by: @ambivalentmarvel

name: adi

fandoms: currently, hawaii 5 o and technically mcu. occasionally teen wolf and criminal minds, historically, harry potter, percy jackson, the shadowhunters and the vampire diaries

where you post: both on tumblr and on ao3

most popular one-shot: according to ao3 statistics, the dumbest genius alive, however i do know a couple of my tumblr one shots have taken off so i could be wrong

most popular multi-chapter fic: finished would be just friends(?), and overall is 1000 lives (for you)

favorite story you’ve written so far: i can’t really call it my ‘favourite’ because that changes depending on my mood, but of my published fics, im quite proud of my more recent mcdanno fics - like the morning after and in sickness and in health

fic you were nervous to post: definitely just friends (?) because it was a fic i had previously abandoned and was reposting, and i wasn’t sure i could live up to the climax the fic built up too

how you choose your titles: for hawaii 5 o fics, i do cheat slightly and just translate words or phrases into hawaiian (through google translate) because the episode names follow a similar pattern. i don’t have any other discernible method though. i just mull it over and pick whatever jumps at me first in my head

do you outline: no generally, but i do have a WIP that i have outlined. for 1000 lives, i have a general structure of plot points that i know i want to cover, but i’m probably going to outline for the sequel (if i ever get around to finishing this and then finding time for a sequel) just so that it’s easier on me instead of figuring it out where i go and potentially losing steam or plot midway through

complete: most of my stuff on ao3 is complete, as mainly my one shots go there. outside of one shots, both my greek gods AU and just friends (?) are complete.

in progress: 1000 lives (for you), and a bunch of loosely tied together AUs all over tumblr that are universes i like to dip in and out of rather than actual stories that i want to flesh out. my AU-gust is also, technically speaking, in progress. i also have a hawaii 5 o old guard AU which is more of me just repurposing my favourite episodes and looking at them for the lens of the characters being immortal warriors. ostensibly, the things i left behind (they never left me) is also in progress, but only time will tell if i convert that into an actual story

coming soon/not yet started: there’s a couple of stuff so I’m going to list it out:

there’s my aaja nachle fic, which im quite excited about. it involves single dad tony, dancer tony, desi tony, enemies to lovers stevetony, and a lot of side ships and characters that i should (hopefully) be able to flesh out into a universe that pays homage to the film it’s based on. unfortunately, the first chapter is all tytony and finishing that so i can move onto stevetony and single dad tony is proving to be quite a challenge

i have a buckytony mob esque amnesia AU that ive sketched out based on a dream i had, thought im not sure it’ll ever see fruition.

Broken, not Bruised is about 1.7k of a fic that i had momentary inspiration about, involving Bucky saving fem!Tony from an abusive relationship and the hurt/comfort, pining and eventual relationship that comes with that.

Just Between Us is a stevetony Can You Keep a Secret? AU, which I was quite excited about in July but have lost steam for because i had an bad experience with someone who was beta’ing the fic and it left me feeling not so great about it

Secret Love Song is this very complicated secret relationship buckytony but married stevetony mess that i want to delve back into because i was enjoying the world-building that i was doing for fem desi Tony but haven’t found the inspiration yet

i also have a mcdanno hanahaki AU where hanahaki disease is linked to when you might lose the object of your affections, either because they are moving onto someone else or because they’re injured/dying. that’s quite fun and sits at around 2k currently? but ive never done a hanahaki AU before so it’s slow going

i also have a Steve sacrifices himself for Danny and they finally get their shit together one shot that i’m still putting together called The Things We Do For Love, but i haven’t gotten to the self sacrificial part of the fic yet

do you accept prompts: no i don’t. i do accept commissions, but i do not accept prompts. not unless i have specifically asked or reblogged a prompt list

upcoming story you are most excited to write: probably the aaja nachle AU just because it really is like a complete story with storylines and arcs and characters that need to be developed outside of Steve and Tony and tackling something of that magnitude will be a huge test of my skills, because im very much a one shot person

tagging: @angxlsgrxce, @lovelyirony, @starklysteve, @nethandrake, @omg-just-peachy, @tinytonysnark and anybody else who wants to do this!!

#tumblr tagged memes #feel free to drop me asks about any of my WIPs or upcoming projects!!#who knows you might even get a snippet or a sneak peek 👀

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ao3feed-klaroline · 4 years

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To Bargain With Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ztt08Q

by klavscaroline

"The gods have no mercy, that's why they're gods" That was, until he met her.

In which Klaus is the God of Death who encounters a mortal soul trespassing into the Underworld in search of her mother. (Based loosely on Hades/Persephone)

Words: 1313, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Of Gods and Monsters

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Elizabeth Forbes

Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), If Persephone were human, Human Caroline Forbes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ztt08Q

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the vampire diaries #klaroline

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ncityislove · 5 years

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➳Genre: smut

➳Pairing: Stoner!Mark x Reader

➳Word Count: 4k+

You meet Mark at one of your parents’ boring dinner parties and when Mark shows you his stash of weed things get heated in more ways than one.

Requested? lol naw but y’all nasties wanted it anyways

Your heels echoed on the wooden floors of the over-sized dining room as you sauntered over to the open bar, ordering a shot of Hennessy. Your parents dragged you to yet another one of their friends' gathering to "make more connections" as they had put it. You were out of school on summer break but you wished you had taken up those extra classes because then you'd have an excuse not to be here.

The bartender placed your glass in front of you and you downed it in the blink of an eye, ordering another just as your mom approached you.

"Ah, there you are! Come along, dear, I want to introduce you to someone," she said, grabbing your wrist.

As if there was someone here you hadn't already introduced me to, you thought, rolling your eyes. Your mom lead you across the crowded room to a secluded area where your father was standing in his freshly ironed blue button down and matching tie, his jacket draped over his arm.

"Oh! Speaking of the devil--this is my daughter, y/n!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

You forced a smile, avoiding eye contact with the small family standing before you.

"Oh, she's gorgeous! Isn't she gorgeous, honey?" asked a woman wearing too much makeup.

"She sure is. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree!" the man next to her boomed and everyone burst into laughter.

"Stop it, Todd! I'm married!" your mom giggled. "And so are you!" Everyone laughed again and you tried not to gag. It was obvious your mom didn't want to be here just as much as you and it was shameful how badly you wanted to laugh. Your mom was never very good at pretending and it showed now more than ever.

"Hey, Mom? The maid said you wanted to see me," said a young looking man dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His voice matched his face perfectly, soft yet deep at the same time.

Suddenly, the night had become much more interesting.

His parents seemed repulsed by his attire but you, on the other hand, thought it suited him very well. His joggers hung low on his hips and his baggy t-shirt was loose but not loose enough that you couldn't see his toned figure underneath. His hair was a mess but it surprisingly didn't make him look any less handsome. You couldn't help but imagine how soft the tufts of hair would feel between fingers as you tugged at the strands begging him for more.

"Mark, sweetheart, you couldn't have put something nice on before you came down?!" his mom shrieked.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized although he seemed like he didn't really mean it.

"It's alright, Beverly. My son, Doyoung, is the exact same way," your father chuckled.

You sighed, wishing it was your brother who was standing here instead of you but unfortunately he had a better excuse than you for not being able to make it. He was in Paris "studying" for his law degree for another year but you knew he was probably just messing around with some French girl in that big fancy penthouse your father bought him.

"Then you must understand how embarrassing this is," his father sighed. "Well, this is my son, Mark. He's in college right now but he came back home for an internship at the company! Isn't that right, son?"

Mark nodded, chewing his bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours briefly then flitting away, his ears turning red.

"Now that I think about it, you two are the same age!" said Beverly. "Isn't that wonderful?"

Mark looked up at you in surprise, his big amber eyes looking even larger as he gaped at you. You smiled at him, eyeing him from head to toe as you licked your lips. You didn't mean to be so obvious but you couldn't deny how cute he looked when he blushed.

"Oh that is!" your mom cheered. "Maybe they'll become good friends!"

"That would be great! It's too bad Mark's got so much work to do right now," said Tom.

"Yes, it truly is a shame," you agreed, everyone turning to look at you.

"R-really?" your mom stuttered, surprised at you for showing interest in the conversation for once. "I mean—it really is a shame."

Mark cleared his throat. "Well, I can take a break and stay a while...that is if you'd like me to," he trailed off, glancing at you.

"I'd like that," you said, grinning innocently as filthy thoughts ran through your mind.

This was exactly what you needed. A cute boy to toy with until you can go home and finally finish the last season of The Vampire Diaries. The show was cheesy and the characters got on your nerves but you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you never finished it.

"Is that okay?" he asked his dad who looked hesitant.

"If it's only for a bit then what harm could it do?" he said waving his glass of wine in the air.

"I'll just go change then," Mark said stepping back.

"Marvelous!" his mother remarked, as she took a polite sip from her glass.

Your dad patted you on the shoulder, showing his gratitude towards your sudden act of kindness towards him but what he didn't know was you weren't doing this for him, it was for you. If your parents were going to force you to go to every boring party for the next three months you needed something to entertain yourself. Or rather someone.

Mark came down the elegant spiraled staircase in a crisp black button-down tucked into his slacks with a rather expensive-looking watch adorning his wrist. His hair looked tamed this time, slicked back in a way that resembled his father's. Although he looked absolutely drool-worthy all dressed up, you much preferred him messy-haired and wearing sweats.

You met him at the bottom of the steps, not even trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out.

"I never got your name," he said, offering his arm out to you.

"Y/n," you replied, linking your elbow to his. "Let's head to the bar, I need a drink."

Mark nodded, as he escorted you to the open bar at the end of the corridor.

"Two shots of vodka, please," you called out.

"Ah, none for me, sir. I don't drink," interjected Mark.

You raised your eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry?"

Mark smiled. "I'm not much of a drinker. I always regret it in the morning and it tastes awful."

You laughed at his explanation, finding it cute. Mark was different than all of the other kids you met through your parents. Most of them jumped at the opportunity to get wasted at these boring affairs and you were one of them.

"I'll still take those two shots," you said.

The bartender nodded, setting two shot glasses in front of you and you threw your head back, finishing them in seconds. Mark watched you with amusement in his eyes as you gently placed the glasses back onto the counter.

"So if you don't drink," you began. "then what the hell do you to deal with...all of this?"

"All of this?" he questioned.

"You know...everything. These parties, the fancy suits and all that."

"I know what you meant," Mark chuckled. "I don't have to be intoxicated to have fun."

You squinted your eyes at him. "I'm not buying that."

Mark smirked, looking down then back at you, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think you would."

You propped a knee onto the bar stool, leaning closer to him, not caring that you were wearing a dress. "Then what do you do?"

Mark cocked his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips. "Why don't I show you?"

You blinked at the large hand being offered to you, curiosity getting the best of you as you placed your palm on top of his. Mark look satisfied as he laced his fingers between yours, leading you up the stairs to his room.

His house was big but not as big as yours. The hallway was spacious, decorated with art pieces that must've cost thousands. The band music faded more and more until the only sound left was the click-clack of your heels.

His room was just as impressive as the rest of the house. It was black and white themed with a modern renaissance inspired wallpaper with just as much art hanging on it as in the hall. His desk was the only part of the room that looked messy, papers and folders thrown everywhere, even some littering the floor around it. But the bed. The bed was what really made the room so beautiful. It was huge. The bedposts were made out of a beautiful oak wood and almost as high as the ceiling! The comforter was draped beautifully over the bed and with perfectly fluffed pillows placed on top.

"Nice room," you said, sitting on the chair by the bookshelf.

"Thanks," said Mark as he opened his closet door, disappearing for a few moments.

You got up, wandering around his room, pausing at the wall of trophies and medals next to the fireplace. Most of them were from years ago, but there were a few a golfing trophies with this year's date on them.

"Ready to have some fun?" Mark asked, startling you as he emerged from the closet.

"Sure, why not," you retorted, walking to his bed where he was sitting with a small wooden box in his lap.

"You're not gonna pull out a gun on me are you?" you asked, eyeing the box.

"Just sit down and watch," Mark said half-chuckling.

You plopped down next to him on the bed, peering over his shoulder as he opened the lid of the box, revealing something you hadn't been expecting at all.

"Weed?"

"Yep. Weed," he said pulling out a lighter from the bottom of the box.

"You don't look like the stoner kind," you said, scooting further back on the bed.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, lighting up a blunt.

You hummed, watching as he put the object to his lips, inhaling then blowing out a puff of white. Mark let out a content sigh before offering the blunt to you.

You took it from him, taking a hit then passing it back.

"Shouldn't you open a window or something?" You asked, already beginning to feel lighter.

"Nah, my parents already know." Mark took another hit, holding his breath for a beat before exhaling.

"My parents would lose their shit if they found out their precious daughter was up here smoking pot with you."

"I bet your parents probably smoke too," Mark mused.

You let out a surprised laugh. The idea of your parents getting high on marijuana out of all things was absolutely hilarious to you.

"Please, they won't even have more than three glasses of wine."

"That's what they want you to think," Mark sing-songed and you giggled.

Mark laid down next to you, giving you a lazy smile.

"What?" You asked, a cloud of smoke escaping your lips.

"You're just really pretty, that's all," he said, his voice sounding confident but the blush on his cheeks evident as he looked away.

"You're really pretty too, Mark," you said, trying not to smile as you took another hit from the blunt.

Mark crinkled his nose at you, snatching the brown object from your fingers. "You're totally high right now."

You looked shocked as you snatched it right back, your lips turned downwards. He was way off base—there was no way your tolerance was that low. And if it was? It was none of his business how much weed you could smoke, anyways.

"What? No way, I'm not high yet."

Mark shook his head, a teasing smile on his face. "If you say so."

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder. "I do say so."

"Oh yeah?" Mark stood up, towering over you with a smug grin, blowing out a white cloud of smoke at your face. "And I say, you're much better at handling your liquor than a measly blunt. I mean, you've only had like three hits? It's barely halfway done yet."

You wanted to smack that grin right off of his face right then and there. Nothing irked you more than a man who challenged you. What you say is law and if you say you're not high (although you may have been a teensy bit) then you weren't.

To other people, it might seem like you were over-reacting but who could blame you? You always got what you wanted, when you wanted, and how you wanted it. No limits. No one to tell you 'no' when you really needed to hear it the most.

"I don't like to be teased, Mark."

"Really? Because I think you look cute when you get all worked up."

You squinted your eyes at him. The poor boy. He didn't realize what he was in for. "Where was that shy, blushing boy I met earlier? I wanna talk to him."

Mark's eyebrows raised at your comment. "I don't know what you're talking about, love, but I'm all ears to listen to whatever you have to say."

You stared at him for a second, sitting completely still and Mark grew uneasy. "Um, was that too much? Sorry, if I got the wrong vibe but I just figured—"

"Kiss me," you said, your voice calm.

Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "W-what?"

You tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, dragging his body down to level your faces. "Kiss me, Mark."

Mark looked at you with wild eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, encouraging him as he slowly inched forward, finally, his lips meeting yours. It was awkward at first, your lips moving at different paces but you didn't mind. In fact, it was kind of...endearing.

His nose brushed yours as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapping around him on their own as Mark emitted a soft groan. Your hands moved from his face down to the expensive belt on his pants, undoing it with haste.

Mark broke the kiss, startled by your urgent hands. "What are you doing?" he asked, his chest heaving as if he were trying to catch his breath.

"Is this not okay?" you asked, your fingers pausing at the latch of the belt.

"N-no—I mean yes! Yes!" Mark stuttered, his cheeks glowing red again.

The tingling that surged through your body at the sight of the flushing boy before you took you by surprise. Every time Mark blushed it made you want to do things to him. You craved to see those naive big brown eyes of his rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. You wanted to hear him pleading for you. Begging you to make him feel good after he couldn't take your teasing any longer.

Once you successfully removed his belt, you wrapped it around his wrists, careful not to irritate his skin.

"What's this?" Mark asked, looking uncertain.

You brought your lips back to his briefly for a chaste kiss. "Teaching you a lesson. The first thing to know about me is I don't do well with any kind of disagreements."

Mark looked down at his bound wrists before glancing back up at you. "Are you doing this because I was teasing you?" he asked, his tone too playful for your liking. "You know I'm right."

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down with you in the bed, your leg lifting over his body so that you were sitting right over his crotch, roughly braying your hips. Mark cursed under his breath.

You leaned over him, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, "If you keep up this tough guy act of yours, this won't end well for you,"

Mark shuddered underneath you as your cool breath caressed his ears. You took the forgotten blunt, which was shrinking in size by the second, from the ashtray next to the bed, putting it up to his lips. Mark's eyes didn't waver from yours as he filled his lungs to its capacity, the butt of the blunt glowing a dangerous red. Your lips connected to his as he blew the smoke into your mouth. You released the white clouds from your mouth, making sure to blow it back into his face as he did earlier.

"You're gonna be good for me now, won't you, Mark?"

Mark nodded, his eyes wide.

"Why do you look so nervous," you giggled, your mind starting to feel hazy.

Mark's lips parted, his eyes adverting yours abashedly. "I just...I never did anything like this before."

You pulled his arms over his head so that you could lay on top of him without his hands sitting between your bodies awkwardly. "If you start to feel uncomfortable just say so and I'll stop. Although, I didn't think you'd turn out to be so vanilla."

"Hey! I'm not vanil—"

"That's enough, Mark," you cut him off by stuffing the blunt between his lips. "Good boys don't talk back.

Mark could only blink at you, unable to respond without the blunt falling out and burning a hole in his expensive sheets.

"Perfect," you said, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth skin underneath. You began your assault on his neck, nipping and sucking without caring if it left any marks behind. Mark groaned, extending his neck to you as your hand slipped under his half-undone shirt, your fingers dancing over the firm muscle. His body responded to your touch, his back lifting off of the mattress slightly, chasing your fleeting hands.

"Patience," you muttered as you sat up on the back of your legs. You unfastened the hatch of his slacks, pulling the loose clothing down to his ankles. Mark looked down at you, trying his best to take a hit from the blunt without dropping it. You chuckled, helping him take a drag from it before putting it out in the ashtray, discarding it for now. Mark whined, protesting your actions and you rolled your eyes covering his mouth with the palm of your hands.

"Didn't I tell you good boys don't talk?" You asked, your other hand reaching down to palm him through his boxers, his cock hardening immediately. Mark's eyes closed as he let out a soft grunt from underneath your hand, lighting a spark in your core.

You licked your lips, humming as you teased his member, squeezing him through the thin material. Mark let out a muffled noise you couldn't make out.

"What is it, baby?" you asked, removing your hand.

"Please..." he begged.

You cocked your head curiously at him. "Please...what? Tell me and I might give it to you,"

Mark's tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip, his cheeks rosy. "Your mouth--your hands--anything. Please, I don't think I can wait, I need you."

You core reacted, clenching around nothing. "Is that what you really want?" you asked, your lips ghosting across his jaw. Mark said yes, trying his best to keep his composure. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Not yet, baby."

Mark huffed, his chest dejecting with a small pout in his lips as he struggled against his restraints. "Undo this so I can fuck you, goddamnit."

"Bad boy," You clicked your tongue as you hiked up the hem of your dress, bunching it at your hips. Mark ogled at the newly revealed skin, a look of longing imprinted on his face.

You peeled off your panties, balling them up and stuffing them inside his mouth, shivering as the cold air hit your slick core. Mark looked absolutely helpless as he grunted, staring at your exposed heat, his eyes dark as the night sky just outside of the window. Your hands returned back to his boxers, sliding underneath the waistband this time. His dick jumped in your hands as you teased the head, smearing his arousal as a lubricant. You gave him a squeeze for good measure and Mark jolted in response.

You bit your lip, pumping his dick slowly, deciding to torture him a little more. You knew what you were doing was unfair but he was just so fun to play with, you couldn't help yourself. Mark's fist clenched and unclenched as he tried to stop himself from bucking up into your hands, knowing you would take your hands away altogether.

"Does that feel good? Do you want me to go faster?"

Mark nodded his head vigorously and you complied, feeling a little guilty for teasing him too long. You pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Maybe you were super horny but it may just have been the prettiest sight you've ever seen in your entire life.

Your face hovered over his writhing member, your breath tickling his skin as a silver pool of liquid fell from your mouth into your hand. Mark's breathing picked up as you massaged your hand over his length in a single twisting motion. You watched intently as his expression morphed into one of pleasure, his eyebrows scrunching cutely.

Your tongue swiped over your teeth as an idea popped into your head.

"I wonder...should I untie you?"

Mark nodded again.

"I don't know..." you said, pretending to think about it.

Mark mumbled something unintelligible as he waved his restrained hands at you, whining.

"I don't think you deserve it. I'm afraid you might do something and then I'll have to punish you."

Mark huffed, giving you a pleading look as he wiggled his fingers at you.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, unbuckling the belt.

The first thing Mark did once his hands were free was reach under your dress and grab your ass. You gasped in shock, slapping his hands off of you.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" you asked but received no response, as his mouth was still full of your underwear.

"I thought you would've taken that out first," you mused, pulling the lace from his mouth.

Mark licked his dry lips as you brought your face close to his.

"So tell me," you whispered. "Isn't this much better than those lame ass vanilla girls?"

His lips parted to respond but he couldn't find his voice to speak so he nodded instead.

"I bet they just laid down and made you do all the work, didn't they?" Your hands trailed down his stomach. "That's no fun, is it? Hmm?"

"No," Mark answered, his breath hitching in the back of his throat when your slick folds rubbed against his length.

You nipped your teeth at his collarbone receiving a hiss from Mark. "Unzip me," you commanded.

You could've sworn you heard him say 'thank you' as he yanked your zipper down your back, eagerly ripping it off of your body so that you were only left in your bra. You told him to unhook your bra next as you sank down on him, filling yourself up to the brim. Mark complied with fumbling fingers and after a few failed attempts he finally got off, his hands flying to your chest as soon as the garment was discarded.

You decided to let the action slide, the feeling of his hands on you better than you ever imagined. You raised up your hips only to slam yourself back down on him, a moan escaping your lips. You repeated the movement again and again until you built up a steady rhythm.

Mark pushed your back down so that you were face to face and encased your lips with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth for a heated kiss. He let out a broken moan, his mouth parting from yours briefly before kissing you again.

"Faster," Mark groaned, his lips swollen from kissing.

"Manners," You hissed, biting down harshly on his jaw.

"P-please?" He begged, his face flushing again. "Please, I'm so close."

You slammed hips down harder, ignoring the stinging in your thighs. Mark's moans mingled with yours as you pushed each other towards your climaxes.

"F-fuck," he husked, his hips meeting yours as he thrust up into you. Your hands clutched his shoulders, the skin turning white under your fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut at the overwhelming amount of pleasure washing over your body, your legs turning to jelly.

You called out his name as you came, Mark gripping your hips as he continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own in the process. Mark rubbed his thumb on your clit in tight circles causing you to cry out as you threw you head into the crew of his neck, your fingernails raking down his chest. Mark cursed when you clenched around him, his hips snapping up into yours with vigor as he neared his climax. His skin smacked against the bottom of your ass, a loud slapping noise filling the room.

You came again, letting out a strangled moan of ecstasy pulling Mark over the edge with you as spurts of warm cum filled you up. The two of you stayed there for a few moments to catch your breath, basking in your post-orgasm state.

You were the first one to move, rolling off of him after carefully pulling out his softening member.

"I never told you, you could cum inside me," you complained.

Mark turned to you, pulling you into his arms with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, I should've asked."

"Do you always cum inside girls' without permission?"

"I've always used a condom so I never really needed it," he responded, lips resting on the back of your shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad to know there won't be any chances of me catching any STD's from you," you laughed.

Mark traced circles on your hip with the pad of his thumb. "Haha. Very funny. Shouldn't we get back to the party before our parents notice we're gone?"

You sat up, with a grunt. "Yeah, you're probably right." The two of you got cleaned up and dressed as quickly as possible which took longer than it normally would considering you both were as high as a kite and your legs kept giving out every five seconds.

"Can I get a kiss, before we go back?" Mark asked, grabbing onto your elbow.

You smirked, bringing his face to yours. "What's the magic word?"

Mark never failed to blush at your requests but nonetheless played along. "Please?"

You barely gave him time to finish before your lips crashed onto his, your fingers gripping at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on your lower back, pushing you further into him.

When you pulled away, his lips chased after yours and you found yourself smiling at how adorable he was.

"Should I get more weed for next time?" he asked, his forehead pressed against yours.

"Next time?" You repeated.

"Oh, don't tell me there won't be a next time," he pouted, his hands sliding down to grip your ass.

"I'll think about it," was the last thing you said before pulling away to go downstairs, only for Mark to follow behind you on the back of your heels like a lost puppy.

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lesceriises · 4 years

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hey hey hey i really don’t feel like writing starters just for them to sit there without any replies sooo i’m really interested in the plots bellow (yes there’s lot of them, i like to have options). striked means the plot is already taken. if you’re interested in anything please don’t be shy hmu and i’ll write you a starter. i’m always down for writing several plots with the same person too!!!

misc

honestly i want more supernatural plots, plots with asoiaf-ish elements (i don’t write canons but i don’t mind writing plots based on canon stories), or plots with lots of magical realism. i don’t have any ideas in specific but if you’re interested and want to bounce ideas off lmk.

really want a mob doctor plot for callie, and a plot where carlota gets her heart-broken.

actual plots

“you can’t even take care of yourself how are you going to take care of a baby?”

[a] has finally confessed their feelings to [b]. everything is fine and dandy... until the next day wen they kiss [b] on the lips and [b] is very confused.... turns out [a] confessed their feelings to [b]’s doppelganger.

[a] was somehow transported into another world or reality. [b] has spent years looking for them... now the they have found them... [a] doesn’t want to go back.

(annihilation vibes) [a] and [b] are a couple / exs / almost dated. they are assigned to go on an exploration - one [a] had gone in before and which ended earlier than expected. during their exploration they are forced to face the nature of their relationship, their past shortcomings, and also the fact that there’s something awfully strange going on in the surroundings around them.

(tomb raider vibes) [a] and [b] are on the same side at first, but when the bad guy is defeated [a] wants to keep the magical artifact that could literally change the lives of millions of people... [b] thinks the artifact should stay where they found it.

(historical) [a] went to war and was presumed dead, against all odds and to everyone’s shock he returns to his family and bride [b] months/a year later, but [b] is quick to realise that something is off... when is it a good time to tell your future wife you made a deal with the devil?

[a] and [b] are very close/in a relationship and their job is to hunt down supernatural beings... and then [a] is turned into one. will [a] kill them when they find out?

(historical) [a] is a skilled nurse. [b] is their patient. somehow they click. alas there is a pretty big witch hunt going on and oops turns out [a] is one of them.

a plot where muse a has been pretending to be a fortune teller/psychic and has become a really skilled liar. then one day muse b comes along. muse a bullshits their way through muse b’s reading… only literally everything they say it’s going to happen to them, happens to them.

based on princess diaries: (a) and (b) are good friends who may or may not have a massive crush on each other. (b) just found out they are royalty.

princess diaries 2: based on mia x nicholas

loosely based on bella x mortimer goth (this is so niche but hello sims lovers!!!). (a) and (b) are childhood sweethearts who get married and have a family. one day (a) vanishes and it shatters (b)’s heart. it takes months/a year but eventually (a) returns, although there’s something... different about them.

‘we’re childhood friends who grew apart because i moved away and now im kind of famous but anyway i’m back in town for a holiday and you lied to your family about dating someone because they’re always annoying you about being single haha oh man that wasn’t very smart of you you’re such a mess… wait you want me to pretend to be your s/o?”

(until dawn vibes) hanging out in a cabin in the woods for the weekend with their friends, [a] and [b] almost dated but the night things nearly took off an awful prank was played on [a]’s sibling, who vanished and was never found. a year later the friends are at the cabin again in some sort of homage ([a] could have asked them to come, it could have been [c] - someone who had an interest in [a]’s sibling, or it could be unknown who did it). odd things start happening and the group splits, soon realising that they are not alone. in the middle of all of this, [a] and [b] are stuck together, navigating their personal feelings, dealing with the guilt of what happened the previous year, and trying to stay alive.

for all their problems (a) has managed to make a nice life for themselves, they even got engaged to their hs/college sweetheart, (b). they never wanted to be part of the family dubious business and thought they were out. but for some reason they were dragged back it, which deeply unsettles (b).

stranger things / anything horror-ish. (a) and (b) were low-key close growing up, not really in the same circle of friends but they just understood each other even in silence. a couple years ago when (b) was home from college they finally hooked up and it was supposed to have turned into a relationship but (a) got cold feet. a year later (b) met (a)'s step-sister at college and the two hit off and as far as (a) knows they have been dating for the past couple months.... now (a)'s step-sister has gone missing and (a) is paying (b) a visit at college.

muse a and muse b went were set up on a date. it... didn’t go well. the conversation was painful and not going anywhere so they kind of just ended up having sex. about a month later muse b starts getting texts from muse a. they think muse a wants to give it another go. muse b agrees to meet up with them to let them down gently... then muse a tells muse b she’s pregnant.

modern or historical. (a) and (b) recently got engaged and went on a short vacation to a charming cabin where they had a staff of two at their disposal. they got snowed in… which would have been fine if (b) wasn’t secretly a vampire and needed sustenance. bad things followed.

jumanji inspired aka “we played a game years ago and you vanished but now you’re… back? am i losing my mind?”

muse a and muse b are staying in a hotel for some reason - separate rooms. the hotel is haunted. when weird things start happening one of them wants to leave but oops, it’s snowing really hard and they can’t go anywhere.

muse a has always had very vivid dreams. one day they dream that they are in a ship during a storm, someone holding heir hand. something rolls down the deck hitting muse a in the left ankle. when muse a wakes up they feel normal until they swing their feel out of bed and try to stand, a sharp pain coming from their left ankle. when muse a looks at it, it’s bruised.

based on black chalk (book): a game of consequences, of silly forfeits, childish dares to be played by best friends in their first year at Oxford University. but then the game changed: the stakes grew higher and the dares more personal, more humiliating, finally evolving into a vicious struggle with unpredictable and tragic results. (optional: now, fourteen years later, the remaining players must meet again for the final round.)

a painful friends to lovers with a lot of history that’s a combination of a combination of: https://mocnlighted.tumblr.com/post/620129653361950720 + https://mocnlighted.tumblr.com/post/619204367325822976/sunciity-give-me-best-friends-who-harbor

https://ofginjxints.tumblr.com/post/619308606843666432/a-plot-where-two-old-flames-go-to-a-class-reunion

https://cvrnalsin.tumblr.com/post/187345277017/give-me-a-plot-where-its-the-1920s-and-muse-a-is

https://decadenceprone.tumblr.com/post/173055032578/okay-so-what-about-a-dude-he-doesnt-necessarily

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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Blood Moon: Scene 1

A Vampire Diaries Special Edition Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Niklaus Mikaelson neared the shadows edge in the wood, wearing the misty eve as he would a heavy cloak around his broad shoulders, stepping so that only a part of his determined face, and one gleaming blue eye caught in the cast moonlight.

"You're late," He whispered to the swirling fog as it swept out over the clearing, his voice not altogether pleased, and yet not entirely angry either. "Of course you're late......." He whispered much more fond, a smirk curling in the corner of his amused lips. He straightened his black silk tie, the pinstripes on it leaving the slightest trace of red, and smoothed his black tuxedo jacket as well, his revealed eye fixated on the clearing, and the way the ruins of a stately mansion created phantom shapes in the night.

"You're angry with me........ I can feel it......... he breathed each word, his lips parted. "I feel........ The Fire. The fire that I love, the fire that you tempt me with, tease me with. That same transfixing flame you burn me with, even as I beckon it. That fire is yours yes, but unbeknownst to you, Love, it's also mine. I've coaxed it, controlled it, and it licks at my hand, and you think it's at your behest, but it's not. It comes because I've called it....... and so will you. You'll come, oh yes, you'll frustrate me with the waiting, being the flippant, smouldering thing you are. You'll curse me, you'll screw up that pretty face, set ablaze those lovely, lethal eyes, and you'll hate it, you'll deny it, fight it, but you will come, My Flame, because you can't resist the one who lit the spark of a dying blaze.

The sheen of red satin like a dancing flame emerged from the ruins, the ruffles trailing down her leg, catching the evening breeze as she ran, and the cool night air toyed with the ruffles across her bare back in an enticing and truly envious display. She wasn't using her vampire speed, and his thanks was resounding, for without it, she seemed to be running slowly, her human stride, making it far more able for him to admire her figure in motion. To blur such a watercolour vision through hasty acceleration, would be nothing short of sacrilege.

"Resplendent," Klaus managed breathily, drinking her in as hungrily as he did human blood, letting her drip down his throat and from his lips, warm and smooth, tasting the sweet with just the right hint of sting, all of it, primal in its pleasure. He watched the pale moonlight cling to her loose raven waves as they spilled down her bare shoulders like black ink, illuminated in a ghostly glow, light entwining with dark, a couplet of shine and shadow.

"Soft now...… For all my artistic prowess, every stroke of trying to capture you, commit your visage to my canvas, was utterly in vain...…. A shade, a shell, of the fiercely alive, force of a woman that torments me even now. Oh My Muse...… how I have failed you....…

"KLAUS!!!! KLAUS I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!!! DAMN IT, KLAUS!!!"

Ah, and there it is...… the sting. Natalia, still running, screamed out his name in the dark, in full throated vexation, and he watched her open mouth wrap around the sound, as she cursed him openly. The silence had shattered with her fury, screaming across the foggy moor, but the fixating image of her crimson figure was made all the lovelier for it, her anger most becoming, and her eyes burned like stoked embers, searching for him in frenzy.

"KLAUS!!!"

"That's it, scream it, Tal, until your whole body trembles with the intensity of your breathless rage, until my name's affect consumes you. Burn me alive, suffocate me with the smoke in your eyes, set fire to the night, that we may succumb to it, and each other...…..

"KLAUS!!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?"

"I'm everywhere," He whispered with an especially teasing smirk. "Come find me, My Flame. Your sire demands it."

"KLAUSSSSSSSS!!!!"

His eyes snapped shut, and he breathed in the prolonged piercing cry like a draught of elixir, his mouth falling slightly open, as he luxuriated in its sensual song. Brava, Natalia. Brava.

She hurtled more furiously towards him, daring the dark to reveal him, and he opened his eyes again, to see her scrunch her silken obsidian curls in cascading frustration, her cheeks red with both the exertion and aggravation. He waited for it, for his moment, and at last she stopped, just short of the edge of the clearing, out of breath, fuming. Her eyes were murderous, as he stepped out from the shadows into the waiting pool of moonlight with a whistled tune, the darkness falling away from his imperious face, his blue eyes positively striking.

"With lips devil red, and skin the colour of mocha," He taunted, circling her, and his burning lips smiled, though his eyes did not. "You're late." He hissed in accusation, the playful manner falling away.

Natalia's fine, dark eyes snapped back, though she seemed for a moment, distracted by his choice of dashing formal wear. Yes, I do look scrumptious, don't I, he thought, careful not to let his expression waver.

"Late? Are you kidding me!? You're LUCKY I came at all!!!! What the HELL, KLAUS? You're CRAZY, if you think you can summon me in the middle of the freaking night, tell me what to wear, where to meet, all because you decided on a whim I had to play whatever screwed up game this is!!! I have a LIFE, okay, outside of your spoiled, rich boy, over-indulgent theatrics!!! Her threatening eyes lingered for a moment on his silk tie, taking notice that the red pinstripes on it matched her dress to perfection. "Okay...... really, what is this......? Are we going to the Prom?"

Klaus moved closer, and his smile was more scornful than genuine. "Amusing, that you think I have any regard at all for your so called home life with those insufferable band gnats. Worried about missing morning practice, are we?" He chuckled, his haughty blue eyes becoming ice cold. "Too bad. I am your Sire, Tal, and you might recall this pesky little thing that has bound together our blood called The Sire Bond. Rage all you want, My Feisty Songstress, but you will wear what I tell you to wear, and you will appear when you are summoned. I might remind you that this Spoiled, Over-Indulgent Rich Boy, is the only reason you have this life you're so proud of. He closed the space between them swiftly with a slight blur, and he was impressed when she did not so much as flinch with the intrusion. "You're welcome." He whispered in a rasp, smoothing a rebellious curl off her forehead.

They stared at each other for a moment, and he could feel it, her anger softening, the raging fire beneath quelled, and she hated that Klaus' touch had that betraying effect, when any other man would have inspired the absolute opposite.

"As for the Prom...… I have never shared Rebekah's vehement desire for such raucous frivolity. Are you, by chance, having a particularly odd late night craving for finely dressed, probably drunk, pubescent teenagers?"

Klaus watched her fight her smile, knowing she would lose, and he smirked too, part of him hoping she'd even laugh, the other, far smarter, more realistic part of him, knowing she'd never give him the pleasure.

"Ughhh no, definitely not. I'm not that kind of girl."

Klaus grazed his fingers lightly down her shoulder, across the satin ruffle hanging pleasingly from it, and continued the length of her delicate arm, watching the bumps appear on the flawless latte skin, looking deep into her softened eyes as he spoke. "What kind of girl, are you, Natalia? Tell me. Whose Natalia are you?

Tal stared back, her eyes steady, her body betraying her attraction to his commanding presence, his masculine scruff, and even that damned suit. I'm not going to say it, you can't make me say it. Her eyes flickered with something dangerous just for a moment, something that gave Klaus hope, his eyes intensifying. No, she pleaded in her mind, sensing him searching the silence. Don't look at me like that.......

"You want me to say, yours, don't you?"

"Aren't you?"

He watched her struggle, felt the shift as she looked away from him, overcome with the fear of what he'd do with her hesitation.

"I-"

"Shhhhhhh," Klaus soothed, pressing his thumb to her lips to quiet her, bringing her gaze back to his. "I know, you can't answer, and I know why...…. It's because of him...….."

"Klaus....."

"The Irreverent Romeo, The Cavalier Casanova, the utterly more vexing of the two Salvatores," Klaus snickered cruelly.

"They're both pretty vexing...…." Tal answered, as Klaus withdrew his thumb from her lip, taking notice of an anxiety that hadn't been there before.

"Yes, I do agree with you, Darling. That's why my request should come as no surprise. I'm going to ask you to do something for me, that you're not going to want to do, but it is, shall we say, rather critical to our relationship. I need you to break up with the Salvatores. No, Sorry, let me be rudely transparent, and just bloody say it. I need you to break up with Damon Salvatore."

Natalia drew back sharply as if she had been struck, the softness that had overcome her with Klaus' cast spell, dissolved, and she glared hatefully at him, making his own features harden with the stunned slight.

"Are you kidding me!? What the HELL are you talking about!? I HATE Damon Salvatore, Klaus!!! You KNOW what he did to me, I can't STAND him, He- He RUINED me!!!! Is this a joke!? You can't be serious!!! You're JEALOUS, so you make light of my darkest moment, my deepest pain!? Unbelievable. So happy I got all dressed up for THIS!!!!"

Furious, Natalia whirled around to leave, and Klaus caught her arm, his fingers curling around it tightly, possessively, growling, feeling his own ire rising in his chest.

"Yes, how stupid of me, your precious Damon is in the past, how can I forget!? He LEFT you, caused you irreparable damage, hurt you most profound!!! You'd never betray me, your saviour, your sire, your damned saving grace with the likes of him, now would you!? You'd never have SEX with him in the street, but oh WAIT, that's right, you DID!!!!"

Natalia's lip furled, too enraged to even speak, recoiling at every sardonic word spat from Klaus' lips, and she yanked herself free, something inside of her breaking, cursing herself as the anguished tears rolled hot down her cheek her pained whisper, more cry than actual threat.

"Go to hell, Klaus."

Klaus' brow pulled back, knowing he'd taken it too far, knowing he was about to show undermining weakness in her eyes, but he didn't care, and his voice cracked on the words as they burst from his lips.

"I AM in HELL!!!" He cried out, his words and strange, manic manner such a shock to Tal, that she stopped dead, looking at him incredulous, and he took her arm again, this time with a rare tenderness that made a remnant part of her heart ache. "Don't you see? Natalia, I am in HELL, every time that man touches you, every time he says your name, every time he dares enter a room where you are...….."

Natalia's eyes looked frightened as the single tear escaped down his cheek. In all the years she'd known this dangerous, this notorious, this unrelenting, ruthless man, it was the only time she'd ever been this scared of him.

"The way he looks at you...…" Klaus uttered, his voice still broken, his teeth clenched as he stared at her through his released tears. "There is no greater weapon he possesses against me, even the white oak stake offers a fate preferable to that eternal torment. I can't survive it, Natalia...….."

Natalia couldn't help herself, she slowly turned around, her body moving of its own volition, defying her natural instinct, and reached for his face. With a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes, as she pressed her palm into his cheek. Now it was he who felt scared. It wasn't supposed to go like this. She- She wasn't supposed to see him this vulnerable, this fragile, this- this wasn't him! Oh what have you DONE to me, Tal? What is this- this affliction that makes me a fool?

"Klaus-"

"No," He managed unsteadily, fighting for his composure. "You will LISTEN to me!! I've let this go on too long, now, this disastrous folly!!!" He yelled, knocking her hand away, when everything in him screamed at being woefully denied her touch. "Enough!!! I've allowed you to keep him too close, I've endured your clandestine dalliances, because I know....….. I know what a comfort that can be had in faces that remind us of much happier times, memories of love, of bliss, of a transcendent togetherness. But he is poisoning us, Natalia. He uses you, he dares TRIFLE with you, he's confusing you, and I won't have it!"

"Are you...… forbidding me from seeing him?"

"I would prefer it be your choice," Klaus countered, an edge in his voice. "But, yes, I suppose I am. Cut him out of your life, Tal, remove this sword from your side!"

Natalia shook her raven tresses in disbelief. "No!! You can't do this, Klaus, you CAN'T tell me who, or who not to associate with!!! You don't get to decide who trifles with me. Those memories you speak of, the bliss, and transcendent togetherness? Ha! They're toxic, okay, tainted with his scathing betrayal. What once tasted so sweet has turned to ash in my mouth!!! I taste it every time I see him, Klaus, that vile rancor that chokes me, and GOD I want to stake him, myself!!!!!"

"If you think that's best, Love." Klaus simpered.

"No!! I mean, yeah, don't tempt me...… But whether I like it or not, as badly as I have suffered loving and losing him, we're always going to have a history. I hate it, but I can't undo the past, and since we're both going to live forever...…… I'm stuck with him."

Klaus scowled, shaking his light auburn curls, his lip protruding with his defiance. "NO. I do not accept that. I will not let that womanizing, leather clad, Lothario, use your history as an excuse to stay, and further injure you. Stop picking up the broken glass, Tal, and drop your Bad Salvatore Habit!!!"

"Klaus, I can't-" She insisted, watching him bristle at her resistance, his eyes narrowing, his sweet fragility from moments before, fallen away.

"You can...… and you WILL." He insisted through gritted teeth, his tone forceful. "As your Sire, I demand it."

"What happened? Did he say something to you? Why now? What could have possibly brought all of this on? Klaus, I don't understand-"

"Say it. Promise me, that you'll stay away from him." Klaus commanded, unflinchingly, his eyes hard.

Natalia felt the fire within her start to catch, not caring for the liberties Klaus was taking with her so carelessly. She leaned forward, her eyes smouldering, her red lips full of spite.

"No."

Klaus smiled, but it was an angry smile, his eyes still icy, and he raked his fingers through his hair, before resting them, tremulous against her temple, his voice soft, and somehow the most threatening she'd ever heard it.

"You know...…… I can make you...…."

Natalia breathed heavily, her obsidian eyes flashing, and she was sure she'd never despised Klaus more than in this moment.

"You promised...…… You PROMISED you'd never do that to me."

"You are not giving me a choice," he rasped back. The Sire Bond should be persuasion enough, but still you resist, still you refuse, because in some perversion of thought, you want him...…. You want him more than you want me, the man who has given you everything."

Klaus whispered that last word especially harsh as his lips brushed against her ear, his fingers holding steady, and he knew he could do it, compel her before her next breath, and by sheer force of will, make it so that Damon Salvatore never saw this exquisite face, never beheld the fire in her eyes, never lusted for her womanly, caramel figure ever again.

"I'd never forgive you...…." She hissed back, both of them poised, daring the other to move first, his fingers still fixed. Oh yes...….. There was that."

"Tal...…." He whispered delicately, feeling the ache ravage his heart, and her own expression gentled, as his two fingers caressed the side of her face, much like he'd done with the painting on the canvas. "My Spanish Rose, My Spirited Siren...…." He inhaled deeply as he buried his face into the dark, silken curls veiling her cheek. "Let me help you...…. Let me save you from his heartless treachery. I can make you forget him, free you from the pain of every memory. It would be a kindness....... I can make it so the two of you never met in Italy, never reconciled that night in Barcelona a hundred years hence, never kissed in the gondola in Venice, never splashed each other in the Trevi Fountain. Oh my Love, I know it hurts, but it doesn't have to. How much more lovely things await you, than those you leave behind. Let me do this, for you....…."

Natalia trembled violently, as he brought his full lips to her cheek, and her mettle-tested hard exterior that she had so tirelessly forged, broke with his kiss, as the much softer, more deep feeling and vulnerable Natalia from two hundred years ago emerged, silently crying. He pulled away, tasting the salt of her tears, moving to perform his compulsion, when she suddenly grasped both of his fingers on the side of her face, just as he leant down to lock his eyes with hers.

"Klaus, please...…"

Klaus hesitated, having never seen that look in her eyes, having never beheld this facet of hers, this beautiful fragility, this sweet, desperation.

"I don't want to forget...… not any of it. I was..... I was so happy, I was infinite, and unbroken, and I-I want to remember how it felt, even if it hurts now, knowing I'll never be that girl again. Never love that fearlessly. Klaus, I beg you...…. don't do this. Don't take it from me."

Klaus brought her to his chest, and she collapsed against him sobbing, as he enveloped her in his strong arms, resting his cheek atop her curly head, both palms pressed to the bare skin on her back, and he fought his own tears, so affected.

"I won't. I promise you...…. I could never do it, not now. Oh Natalia, My Darling Girl, forgive me, I-I am a selfish, cruel, jealous, insensitive menace, and I do not deserve such a fiery fairness to call mine."

Tal lifted her head to look at him, her eyes still glimmering, burning like candlelight with what he'd only caught a flicker of before. "You may be all of those things, Niklaus...…. but you are beautiful too. My Soulful Artist, My Sexy Sire."

Klaus shuddered, his lip curling around his next shallow breath, hurting as he drew it in, and he was sure he'd heard her wrong, though the euphoria coursing through his hybrid form heralded he had not.

"You...… think I'm sexy, do you?"

Natalia bit her lip, and while she should have been horrified with herself, cursing her weakness, she let that heaviness fall from her shoulders, casting off her armour, grinning like her former self, only this time her smile was indestructible.

"Sexy as HELL, Klaus! Please, like you didn't know!" Her dark eyelashes fluttered coquettishly, before she pointed her finger at him, fighting the smile that wouldn't die. You tell anybody though, that I said that, and I'll kill you."

"Fair enough," He chuckled, disarmed by her smile, his exhale sharp, breath drowning out useless speech, his cheeks hot, suddenly not trusting that this was in fact, reality. Sure he'd been praised before, mostly by insufficiently clad girls too drunk to know better, or otherwise flattered by feminine scheme in some nefarious attempt to abuse his family's power, but not by her...…. Never by her. In a thousand years, no words had ever affected him the way hers had. No woman had ever transfixed him like her, and nothing, not anything had ever terrified him more than siring this perfect creature, and craving her affection even more than her blood.

"You're ravishing to the point of madness," He rasped hungrily grabbing at her skirts to pull her up against him.

"Shut up, and kiss me already," She sassed, running her fingers through his curls, something she'd never done before, but hey, she would be lying if she said she never thought about it...…. among other things.

"As you wish...….." Klaus' smile was impish, the red satin positively sinful as it slipped through his fingers, his hands bunching it at her shapely hips, pulling her into the fevered kiss, pressing into her lips with a growl. But as he tasted the fire, as it burned on her lips, as it tempted him to devour her, the wolf inside fell silent. Instead of letting the heat rise, and work him up into an animalistic frenzy, instead of craving to control that beautiful blaze, stoke it relentless, he felt himself melt in it, the kiss softening, his lips succumbing to hers, as he sipped the exquisite wine instead of swallowing it whole, wanting to savour it more leisurely. His lips were delicate, as they moved over hers, lingering, breathing her in, overwhelmed with this strangely gentle sensation, something happening, something transcendent from the past stealing through him.

Natalia's lips trembled in the kiss, stunned as he painted his soulful passion in long, slow, careful strokes, ever the artist, their lips brushing against each other's over and over, uncommonly sweet, losing themselves to it, tasting the tenderness that they were both so afraid to feel. It had always been there...…. either masked in violent passions, or furiously fended off, but this time they were powerless. It flooded through the kiss, unyielding, and broke over Klaus like a wave smashing against a stubborn rock.

A thousand years of hardened anguish, of inescapable torment, and pent-up rage, fell away in one strike of an achingly soft kiss, as the Klaus hunted, the Klaus hated, the Klaus reviled, and corrupted by blood, dissolved, and transformed into the Klaus he never thought he'd be again. The noble, pure-hearted eleventh century boy stood in the ruthless Hybrid King's stead, and all he wanted in the world was to stay here, to keep kissing this mysterious raven-haired maiden with his shy, eager lips. This beauty out of time, the angel banishing his hell. His hold on her hips became more soothe than seize, clinging to her, needing her, delighting in her lips, kissing her seemingly for the first time.

Ridiculous. He'd kissed her before...… Fangs dripping with lust, ripping his shirt off, shoving her up against the wall, to have what was his, to take what the Sire Bond could not deny him. They'd kissed after killing, after feeding, blood smeared on both of their lips, sharing it between them, the victorious predators reveling, and GOD knows he'd kissed her just to shut her up when she was being impossible, difficult, captivating...… But this..... What the hell was this?

The boy felt the tears sting his crystal blue eyes, and while the Hybrid King would have railed against them, the human Niklaus let them fall, let them mingle with the sweetness of their dancing lips. The King marveled at the boy's answer to his wild-eyed quandary, his mouth falling open, paralyzed. No. No, it was........ impossible. But as Natalia's slender fingers brushed against his tidy, red blonde stubble, and disappeared into his crown of light curls, her lip lowering to retake his, he felt it truly, deeply, echoing like a forgotten song, reverberating through him, the sound frightfully pure. Innocence. This was the long absent taste of innocence, of a paradise lost, found.

They stayed that way for a heartbeat, perfectly still, lips still touching, but not moving, mouths slightly open, neither one of them wanting to be the first to break the kiss, but both knowing that they must. She pulled away, and he let her go, his trembling hands finding refuge in his tuxedo jacket pockets, her own lovely, lovely fingers flying to her lusciously red lips, and even as he watched them touch where he had kissed, he could still feel them on his face, in his hair, and she looked at him like the danger, the terror, the dire threat he truly was.

"Thank you," He rasped, still chasing his breath, and his chest broke inward as he saw the crystal trails glittering on her own bewildered face. She'd been crying too...….. Natalia almost never let him see her cry, and these weren't the tears he'd on occasion caught a glimpse of. You're crying...…. because you're happy...….. I made you happy. He brushed his lips against her wet cheek in one last ache of a final kiss, his palm cradling the back of her wildly curly head, and he felt a rush of fresh tears stream down his face, and though the king fought to keep his secret, the boy knew he was in love.

"Thank- Thank you," The words strangled in Natalia's throat, and she bit back her own tears, the shock, the anger, the enchantment, the emotional vulnerability all too much. What the hell was that? What- What did he think he was doing, kissing her like that, manipulating her, prying into the depths of her soul, all for what!? This is sick, this can't just be about Damon..... What was he playing at? But as she stared at him, the damning evidence of his own undoing painted in his broken expression, she wondered with a tenderly taken breath, if it all could be real. Do you- do you- love me, Klaus? God, could you love me?

"Thank you...… for tonight," She whispered in a different, much softer voice, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling naked, watching the warmth flood his eyes. "Thank you, Klaus, for letting me keep my memories, I know how hard it was for you, and you don't know what it means to me.

"I only let you keep them so I could outdo them, intending to create a new one with more drawing light, than that which has tarnished." Klaus' smile was playful, his voice still slightly breathless, cracking with his unleashed emotion, and he hastily rubbed his finger over the crest of his lip, to stop the tear that was resting precariously there. Get it together you blubbering fool, he cursed himself, but as he looked at her, at his Tal, his iron maiden, and saw her become as soft as water, his own eyes became sapphire pools, concealing no underlying menace, only drawing serenity, and his countenance became wholly innocent.

"Of course, always and forever, The Showman, Niklaus, but my, that you have done so, most dazzling." Natalia's smile was incredibly sweet, and so unlike her, her eyes dancing with an even more dangerous fire, that glowing candlelight that sought to warm instead of burn.

It sashayed over him in its beckoning shine, and he'd never felt less deadly, less immortal in his entire eternity, a dandelion blown to scatter, breathing in the sound of his full name, romanced by the scandalous way it rollicked, and rolled from her tongue, catching in her slight Spanish accent. She always said it the same way, spoke it aloud like a mantra. He'd told her his name when he first found her, amidst the remnants of the ruined house, trembling under a splintered table, her white dress covered in blood, taking her into his arms, and she'd said it then as if it named some mythic figure, some divine saviour. He'd never heard anyone speak it that way, and even after near two hundred years together, he still felt like that grand, miraculous rescuer, every time she said it.

"You are yourself, Dazzling, Natalia. I needed only provide the proper accoutrements." Klaus smirked, feeling himself returning, needing to take the power back, needing to be her Sire right now, and not...…. He sighed with the thought, though whether it was one of frustration or longing, he had yet to reconcile. Not........ Her peasant boy. As lovely as it had been to break with her, to be weak with her, to lose control..... He was still the king.....

"Klaus, this dress, it's-" Natalia laughed very girlishly, and he allowed himself one more moment of weakness, drawing back her ebony tresses to better see her face, knowing precisely what she wanted to say, and knowing full well why she couldn't say it...….

"Custom," He interjected for her with a handsome wink, and she smiled at him graciously. "I was painting one night, brushing the red against the white of the canvas, and let's just say I was...… inspired."

Natalia smiled again, and then gave him a teasing, knowing look, "So you're saying I'm in God-knows-where at midnight, as your Red Cinderella, because you had some artistic revelation?"

Klaus' grin widened, his eyes deviously sly. "Something like that, yes. However, our midnight won't break the spell, but rather cast a new one."

"Meaning?"

"The mystery awaits, and you're much smarter than Cinderella, so why don't you stick around and find out."

"You do realize, you're frustrating me by being cryptic, as we stand on the edge of a cliff, right? Hell yeah, I'm smarter than Cinderella, and much more dangerous in heels too." Natalia's laugh was full of mirth, even as she taunted him in that irresistible way of hers, and he smirked too, the sound surrounding him in its fleeting music. I'm much smarter than any clueless prince, My Fire. If he'd had any sense at all he never would have let you out of his sight...…."

"Well before you throw me over, and dash me on the rocks, why don't you wait until after our interlude. Come........"

He extended his arm to her, looking over his shoulder, with an arched eyebrow, and an insistent smirk.

Any other time she would have demanded an explanation, before she took one more step. He could be so infuriating with his flowery speeches, and his showy stunts, but God that kiss...… it was like a spell in itself, she couldn't shake it, and even more worrying, she wasn't sure if she wanted to...…. Damn you, Klaus Mikaelson.

She walked calmly up to him, and he smirked again, satisfied as she took his arm.

"This better be good."

"Oh My Darling...…. You'll never forget it...….. Not even if you are compelled to."

They glided through the ruins like elegant ghosts, transfixing, in their prim promenade, Natalia's crimson dress trailing behind her, passing the burned and worn down remains of what was once beautiful architecture.

"What is this place...…?" She wondered out loud, her voice hushed, the curiosity getting the better of her. Klaus smiled to himself as he looked out over the moor, the fog curling around the cliff's edge, and the bits and pieces of a fantastic colonial estate came together in his mind, flooding it with rich, oil painted memories.

"This used to be my favourite place in all of Mystic Falls. In fact...… it still is...... In the 1760's, in a glorious time before the stench of the Salvatores' arrival from Italia, isn't that a pretty thought?" He smiled mischievously, arching his eyebrow again. "This was the crown jewel of vampire society in the Americas. The lavish, extravagant parties, the reckless frolicking, all housing the collection of the most powerful creatures in existence, and we lived like kings. Mystic Falls was a cursed kingdom, a beautiful and terrible place under our spell, and it belonged to the vampires."

"What was it called?" Natalia asked stunned, this mysterious place holding such a draw for Klaus, as he stared mesmerized, his mind somewhere else, that far off look in his eye, centuries falling away, and she found it all so intriguing.

"Noirbloom Manor." The smile in Klaus' voice was pure, wicked pleasure, as the name formed on his lips, and lilted from his tongue. Even the very name...… the way it tastes on the tongue with such delicious menace...…. Such mysticism and infamy even still."

"I've heard of this place...…" Natalia said in a breathless gasp. I always thought it was a legend, a dark fairytale.

"It was a fairytale...…." Klaus' voice rasped with such profound awe, and Natalia watched him lean down in the grass, to brush his fingers against a beautiful, yet strange black flower, its center glowing the darkest of violet. "And yet fairytales almost never have happy endings."

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