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Hybrids Mafia Princess Pt1

Mafia!Bucky’s Daughter x Klaus M.

(This will be a several chapter story and for anyone who read the original Thought I posted on it, I’ve decided to change it up a bit. The event will be the first time Klaus and Y/n meet in Klaus’ Human form)

Warning: Mentions of Traumatic Birth Resulting in a Hysterectomy, Father Abandonment, Near Death Experience

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Part 2

Bucky had been an amazing father throughout Y/n’s entire childhood.

She loved her Daddy more than anyone in the world and was most assuredly a Daddy’s Girl!

James Barnes had married his girl a few months after finding out she was carrying his child and he never regretted it for a moment. Honestly, he had been trying to get her pregnant since they had met. Unfortunately there had been complications during the pregnancy and their child was born at only 28 weeks, resulting in an emergency hysterectomy and one perfect (albeit early) baby girl. Bucky had been there every single day, even after his wife had been released from the hospital, visiting his Babygirl for hours every day, (regardless of any work he needed to get done) until the Doctors decided she was well enough to go home. Bucky knew, even though they could never have any more children, that Y/F/n was perfect and he would never need anything more.

He had put off his work for nearly an entire month while caring for her. His wife was healing from a traumatic birth and he refused to let anyone but the two of them hold his child. It wasn’t until some idiot made a threat against his family the he snapped back into his normal routine (after killing the idiot of course) and finally let Steve hold his daughter for the first time. Bucky knew that if anyone was going to protect his daughter with the same ferocity he would, that it would be Steve, she was his Godchild after all and he loved Bucky’s girl like his own niece.

The Mob Boss began spending shorter days working and more time with his wife and baby, wanting to be a better father than the one he had, and he was. He was the best father Y/n could have asked for…until she turned 12.

As she grew up her father spent less and less time with her and while she originally assumed it was him just being weird about her growing up, it wasn’t something he got over and it only got worse. He no longer took her to his events, no longer went on shopping trips with her or had their monthly “Daddy/Daughter Day” that had been a tradition since she was 4 years old. Not even his wife could convince him to get over whatever his problem was, knowing he didn’t know what to do with a teenage girl and that he was terrified of messing something up and hurting her and so he just pulled away completely.

Y/n missed her father more than anything and didn’t stop taking it personally until she was 16 years old and he missed her sweet 16 for work, something he had never done before. It was that day that she realized whatever his problem was, it was exactly that. His problem. She was done making excuses for him and that night she gave up on him as he had clearly done on her.

Y/n’s mother seemed to be the only one to realize that whether it took a day, a year or a decade, this would not end well for them in the end but once Bucky made his mind up there was no changing it. A trait, unfortunately, that he passed onto his daughter.

Y/n had opted not to go to college, spending her time writing books that one of her fathers publishing companies was happy to print and that (under an alias) sold very well. She knew that she wanted to leave, to get away from the big empty house where she felt unloved and unneeded, but where could she go that her father wouldn’t find her? Who could she trust that he couldn’t bribe? This was her life, whether she liked it or not, as even if her father ignored her, he would still never let her go. She knew that people would still see her as a target to get to him through, though she thought it pointless, and so he would never let her leave no matter how badly she wanted her own life.

Little did she know she was about to meet someone who would change the course of her life completely.

The true love she wrote about in her books, the fictional idea of soulmates and 2 people belonging together isn’t so fictional after all.

Klaus had spent the last thousand years with one goal in mind.

Breaking his curse.

And here he was, 1000 years after being cursed by his mother, finally free.

He had planned to change other wolves. Planned to start searching for them and building up his army so strong that no one would ever threaten him again, especially not Mikael, but that seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind right now.

He had broken the curse and daggered his brother, getting himself out of the town of horrible memories that was Mystic Falls. He was driving towards the Rocky Mountains where he knew several packs of werewolves resided but after putting up with the building pressure in his head for several hours that seemed to just get stronger and stronger he couldn’t ignore the wolf howling anymore.

He needed to run.

He was somewhere in New York, not far outside the city but far enough that the skyscrapers were gone and replaced with wonderful forests and landscapes. Parking his truck, he walked his way into the trees and laid his clothes on a log, pushing through his shift as quickly as he could and settling into his new body.

In this form he could still think clearly, but his wolf was much more at the forefront of his mind, controlling most of his actions and finally getting to enjoy himself after a millennium of being painfully repressed. And so he ran. He ran through the trees, watching other animals scatter away from his presence and it wasn’t long before he realized that his wolf was looking for something…sniffing for something. However just as he attempted to gain control and go back to the car he caught a wonderful scent. It was amazing, consisting of lavender and the smell of the sky after a heavy thunderstorm…it was the most perfect thing he had ever smelled and as his paws hit the ground hard he began to slow, rounding a line of trees and stopping short as his eyes took in the sight of a girl sat on an old dock.

Klaus could see the girls profile from where he now sat and she was gorgeous. Long, soft Y/H/c hair and big, round Y/E/c eyes that he wanted to be looking at him right now as well as a cute nose and full pink lips that his wolf seemed to only imagine wrapped around his-

His line of thought was cut off by a cracking sound from the old wood and he jumped to his feet just as the girl screamed, disappearing under the dark water. He took several steps forward, waiting to see her come back up but after 3 never ending seconds he was moving once again, faster than he ever had before. He couldn’t identify why he cared at all, only last night he was slaughtering everyone in his path after breaking his curse but now the mere thought of this girl being gone felt like someone drilling a hole into his heart.

As he got to the end of the long dock he leapt into the water, barely registering the freezing cold temperature as he swam down, seeing her flailing and instantly realizing she couldn’t swim. He grabbed the collar of her shirt with his teeth and dragged her up to the surface, pulling her up the muddy bank to the grass and watching closely as she choked up a lot of water, breathing heavily for several minutes on the ground before he nuzzled his nose against her cheek and she gasped, jumping back and nearly choking all over again.

Klaus once again felt like he wasn’t in control of his body which hated but as he laid down in front of her he whined softly, peeking up and watching as she hesitantly held out her hand and rested it on his wet head. He felt his heart stutter as she smiled down at him, continuing to scratch behind his ears with both hands now. ‘You saved my life…thank you. Good boy.’ She praised and while Klaus wanted to scoff, instead he felt his tail wagging behind him causing him to turn his head to see the offending limb and growl at it. ‘You’re a silly boy, aren’t you?’ She laughed, but as she did he noticed how her body had begun to shake from the cold. He stood, moving closer and leaning against her with his warm body making her smile. ‘Come on, let’s go get dried off, huh?’ She stood up carefully and moved to walk back passed the dock, turning to see he hadn’t budged. ‘Come on then! I’ll get you some food?’ With that promise he jumped up, trotting after her, shaking his body off as a wet dog normally would.

The walk wasn’t long before Klaus saw a cabin-like mansion in the woods making him wonder who this girl was that she lived like this, though it didn’t much matter since she was his now either way.

That thought gave him pause as it had come so casually, so normal for his brain to think but it felt right, not just to his wolf mind but to him all around, this girl is his now. He had saved her and she belongs to him.

‘Come in…shh, let’s go.’ She shushed him and he followed her through the sliding door, trying his best to keep his claws on the hard wood floor quiet as he walked through the kitchen with her and up what he assumed was a back staircase. He followed her down the upstairs hall and into a bedroom before she shut and locked the door. ‘Okay…you have to promise not to bite me, okay?’ He tilted his head before sitting down on the floor. ‘No! No, don’t sit, come on! Bathroom!’ She quickly led him to the bathroom and shut the door, turning on the shower. It was a large bathroom and he decided to do as she asked, walking into the glass shower with her as he truly recognized that he was covered in mud. The shower head turned on and rained down from the ceiling and he somehow felt even more like a wet dog as he sat down, grumbling before turning his head and feeling his eyes widen when he realized that his girl had completely stripped naked. She grabbed some shampoo and knelt down beside him, scrubbing the mud away as much as she could and he whined, nuzzling his face between her breasts as she did making her giggle and turn his face away. ‘Bad dog.’ She scolded with a smile on her face.

He allowed her to scrub him with the shampoo before sitting against the wall and watching as she washed her own hair, enjoying the sight he was being gifted from the Gods right now.

The shower was over quickly and she held Klaus down, rubbing him over with a towel before using another one for herself and pulling on some fuzzy pajamas.

‘Okay, are you hungry? You want some food buddy, huh?’ He barked and she laughed, opening the door and walking back down the stairs to the kitchen where a man stood eating ice cream. ‘Hey Steve.’ She greeted and as the man went to greet her back he jumped, staring at Klaus in shock.

‘Y/n! What the Fuck is that thing?!’ He snapped.

Huh…Y/n. At least now he knows his girls name.

‘It’s called a wolf Steve…are you losing it?’ She teased, turning on the stove and pouring some oil into a pan.

‘Where did you get it?!’ She shrugged.

‘I met him on my walk earlier, he’s a sweetheart. I just gave him a bath so he doesn’t stink anymore and now he’s gonna get a big, juicy steak! Isn’t he?! Yes he is! Cause he’s such a good boy!’ There was a part of Klaus that wanted to roll his eyes at being spoken to like a pet but it was a small part compared to the wolf part that quite likes her caring for him and being called a ‘Good Boy’ which was new for him…and the part of his wolf that also really wants that steak.

She held it down on all sides in the pan to color before allowing it to cook, turning to the fridge and grabbing milk, making herself a bowl of cereal, flipping the steak in between. ‘Kid, you can’t keep him, you know that. Right?’

She looked up at Steve with a glare. ‘Of course I can! He’s my friend, and it’s not like I can’t afford to buy him food. Look, it’s not your business Steve, okay? Just stay out of it.’ Y/n told him as she cleaned up and Steve glared half heartedly prompting Klaus to growl, both of them looking at him in shock. ‘No, none of that. It’s okay. The mean man isn’t going to take you away, I promise.’ Y/n knelt down and scratched behind his ears, prompting the groan that rose in his throat almost like a purring noise-one that Klaus would deny making until the day he dies.

With that Steve was walking out of the room and Y/n was cutting up the steak before turning and walking back up to her room with everything on a tray.

‘Here bud.’ She gestured beside the bed and he moved beside her, laying down and allowing her to put the bowl of steak in front of him as well as one full of bottled water. ‘Don’t worry about Steve, he just works for my Dad. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. My Dad will never say anything about you to me, he’ll make my Mom do it, he stopped talking to me a long time ago.’ She explained, turning on her TV and eating her cereal. He looked up at her and tilted his head making her smile. ‘Aww, you’re so cute! It’s like you’re actually listening to me…my Dad is the head of the Mafia here in New York, has been for years. We used to be close…really close…I was Daddy’s little girl, ya know?’ Klaus could see and hear the pain in her when she spoke about him. Her father had clearly really hurt her and he didn’t like that one little bit. ‘He just stopped loving me one day. Stopped taking me to all his events, stopped having our Daddy/Daughter Days…he just stopped talking to me all together…how is that fair?! I didn’t do anything but grow up! He had to know that was gonna happen, right?! What kind of fucking moron doesn’t? But he gets mad at me for what? Being a teenager? I didn’t stop talking to him, or start treating him badly-isn’t that my job? I’m supposed to be the mean one now! And yet my grown father is treating me like shit!?’

Klaus could see how angry she was getting and wanted to comfort his mate as the tears began falling. Clearly she had been keeping these feelings inside for a long time, probably having no one to talk to. If what she said about her father is true then anyone in this house would probably run and tell on her for anything she said about him, except maybe her mother.

He jumped up onto the bed and licked over her face, prompting her to giggle as he did, snuggling up against her and making her wrap her arms around him. ‘Thanks Bud…I have to call you something…what should your name be?’ She wondered and Klaus prayed silently for his mate not to name his wolf something stupid. ‘We could go with something classic for a black dog like…Shadow or Sirius?’ He grumbled, not wanting to be named after the dog from Harry Potter. ‘Too boring, something exotic then like…Obsidian or Pandora! No, wait, that’s a girls name…you are a boy, right?’ She asked, leaning over as if to check and he “yipped” snapping his teeth together. ‘Okay, you’re a boy. I’m teasing, I bathed you, remember?’ Yes, he remembers, he had to be very conscious of not having any issues there while she was rubbing her soft hands over every inch of his body. ‘I got it! We’ll call you Fenrir, after the wolf God, Lokis son. He’s a huge wolf, strong and brave. Misunderstood and abused…and really loyal. Like my good boy right here.’

Klaus had to admit, of all the stupid names she could have picked, he liked that one. It fit, that would have to be his wolfs name from now on and according to the howl in his head he didn’t mind.

Klaus snuggled up with Y/n as it got darker outside and she began to drift off, allowing her to hold onto him as she fell asleep. He stayed there for a while as she slept, watching the TV before the door opened and a women stepped in.

‘Y/n, you aren’t going to believe this. Steve is insisting you have a wolf in your-‘ she cut herself off as she made eye contact with Klaus and he lifted his head to look at her before grumbling and resting his head down across Y/n’s back. ‘This won’t end well…’

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Part Two

After the raid on your village you are separated from your little sister and your betrothed Niklaus, not knowing if they are alive or dead. Holed up in a hut with Elijah during a raging snowstorm, you train and prepare to hunt down the Blackthornes. Meanwhile, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah have found safe haven in a nearby village, the leader Ansel provides all he can.

♡♡ Sorry for the wait on this one! ♡♡

5.5k words - Warnings: Viking AU where the Mikaelsons are completely human (no magic, werewolves, vampires... etc) lots of death and violence, sprinkle of norse mythology... a little bit of smut in this part but I won't spoil who.

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You woke to the sound of wind howling and the creaking of the roof beams, it was still dark and the fire had burned low, the chill was already creeping in.

You got up and went over to the window, looking out onto the white landscape, the snow was coming down fast, and you could barely see the tree line.

"Elijah," you nudged him awake, "the storm, it's bad."

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching, "We won't be able to travel today." He said, moving to stoke the fire, "I'll go out and get more wood. We'll need it if we want to make it through the day."

He got dressed and grabbed his ax, "Stay here, I won't be long."

"I can help, we need food as well," you offered, grabbing your coat and boots.

"No, it's too dangerous, you could get lost, or worse," Elijah said.

"I'll be fine, I can handle myself," you argued, the memory of Einar's attack still fresh in your mind.

"It's not just about the danger, there's also the wolves, they'll be out hunting," Elijah explained, his tone serious.

"I am not a child anymore Elijah, you cannot boss me around, I can hunt and fight as well as any man," you huffed, crossing your arms.

"I know, I saw the way you fought off those raiders. You are a true warrior, worthy of the gods," Elijah smiled, his eyes shining with admiration.

"I'm also good at hunting rabbits," you said with a smile, picking up a old bow that was leaning against the wall.

Elijah sighed, you were stubborn like Niklaus, and he knew there was no point in arguing.

"Alright, but stay close, and keep an eye out for wolves, they're more cunning than you think," he warned.

"I can handle wolves," you smirked.

You bundled up and followed Elijah outside, the cold air nipping at your skin. You didn't go far before you found deer prints in the snow, they were fresh, and the tracks were deep.

"We're in luck, there's a herd nearby," Elijah whispered, "keep your bow ready, we'll try and take one down."

You nodded, following Elijah's lead. You stalked through the forest, your footsteps silent.

You saw a large stag ahead, his antlers standing tall and proud. He was beautiful and a part of you wished to leave it be, but you knew you had to feed the both of you.

Elijah made the signal and you let your arrow fly, it hit the stag in the neck, and he went down, the herd scattering.

The two of you spent the better part of the day tracking down and killing a couple of does and a few rabbits. It was hard work, but the thrill of the hunt and the success of a good kill made it worth it.

The snow was still falling, and you could see the storm was only getting worse. The game you hunted would last you a good while and you set to work preparing it, hanging the meat and skinning the hides.

Elijah worked beside you, helping you cut and dry the meat, his hands steady and sure. You were both silent, lost in your thoughts. You always wondered about Niklaus' mysterious older brother, the rest of the Mikaelson siblings you had grown up with, with the exception of Finn, who had always kept to himself. But Elijah was the enigma of the family. He was quiet and reserved, but there was a strength and determination in him, you could see it in his eyes.

You wondered why he had never married, why he was still alone. He was handsome and strong, any woman would be lucky to have him.

"Why haven't you taken a wife?" You blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Elijah looked up, a small smile on his face, "Is that a question you ask everyone, or is it just me?"

You felt your face heat up, and you ducked your head, embarrassed, "Forgive me, I did not mean to offend."

"It's quite alright," Elijah chuckled, "I never found the right person, I suppose."

"You are a good man, any woman would be lucky to have you," you smiled, turning back to the venison you were cutting.

"Thank you, but I fear I am too boring for most women," Elijah laughed, his tone light and playful.

"Oh, I don't know about that, you seem quite interesting to me," you teased, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.

"I am honored to have such a high opinion from you," Elijah smirked, his eyes shining with mischief.

You both finished the venison, and you hung the hides to dry, the sun was setting and the temperature was dropping.

"We should go inside, the storm is getting worse," Elijah said, his brow furrowed in concern. "I worry our lovely horse may be a bit difficult to dig out in the morning."

You laughed and shook your head, "I'm sure she'll be just fine. She's a tough one."

The two of you walked back to the cabin, the wind whipping around you, the snow stinging your skin, you were freezing.

You hurried inside and started the fire, the warmth slowly returning to the small space. The wind was really howling outside, the trees swaying wildly, the sound of almost deafening.

"Do you think the others made it? Where would they have gone," you asked, unable to stop your mind from wandering.

"They'll be alright, they're smart and strong," Elijah reassured you, "they've probably made it to the neighboring village, the leader there knows my mother," he added, his voice quiet.

You could hear the worry in his voice, the unspoken fears, his siblings, your sister, were they safe, were they alive?

The two of you settled in for the night, the storm showing no signs of slowing. You huddled close to the fire, the blankets wrapped tightly around you, trying to keep warm. The cold had seeped into your bones, and Elijah noticed the way you trembled.

"Come here," he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, his body pressed against yours.

You were stiff and hesitant, but the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace made you relax, the tension slowly melting away.

"It's not proper, us being this close," you whispered, your cheeks flushing.

"I'm not the one who has to worry about being proper," he joked, his breath tickling your ear, "besides, we're not doing anything wrong, just sharing our body heat,"

You giggled, his words easing your nerves, "I suppose you're right,"

The two of you sat like that for a while, the fire crackling and the wind howling, the sounds of the storm filling the room.

"When this storm breaks we should make for the coast," Elijah said, breaking the silence, his hand causally rubbing your arm, the heat of his touch causing strange sensations within you.

"Why not the village? Where the rest could be?" You asked, looking up at him, his face illuminated by the fire.

"The Blackthornes will take their thralls to the coast, to ship them off and sell them. They're brutal, but smart, they'll want to get rid of them as quickly as possible, before word gets out," Elijah explained, his voice grim.

"Gerda.. She's just a child," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, the thought of your baby sister being sold like cattle making you sick.

"Henrik will protect her the best he can, he has a warriors heart," Elijah said, his voice cracking a bit at the thought of his baby brother. He was only ten summers and had barely learned to fight.

You nodded, the tears flowing freely now, "I- I can't lose them. I can't lose her,"

Elijah pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, his hands stroking your hair, "We'll find them, we'll save them. I swear it on the gods."

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, the warmth of the fire and the closeness of his body providing a small measure of comfort. You feared that maybe you were the only two left alive, that everyone else had perished in the raid.

"What if we don't find them, what if we're too late," you whispered, your voice shaking, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on you.

"Then we will avenge them," Elijah said, his tone solemn, "we will make those bastards pay for what they've done."

You nodded, staring into the flames, the drums of war beating in your mind. You would fight until the last drop of blood, for your people, for your family.

In the following weeks Elijah took it upon himself to train you to fight.

The two of you trained every day, honing your skills and pushing each other to the limits.

Elijah was a relentless and patient teacher, never letting up, always demanding more. And you were a willing student, eager to learn, and determined to become stronger, faster, better.

You spent countless hours sparring, practicing defense, you had an affinity for wielding two axes, the blades swift and deadly in your hands.

The two of you were well suited as a fighting duo, your strengths complimenting each other, your weaknesses covering for the other.

"Keep your arms up, higher, good," Elijah encouraged as the two of you went through a series of drills, "now, again,"

The two of you circled each other, your axes ready. You lunged, swinging the axe, the blade narrowly missing Elijah's chest. He smiled and brought his shield up, blocking the blow, the sound of metal on wood echoing through the clearing.

"Better," he said, "you're quick, and you have the element of surprise on your side, but you must remember, no matter how good you are, there will always be someone better."

"Like you?" you smirked.

"Maybe a little," Elijah chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

He stepped forward and swung his axe, the blade singing through the air, you ducked and rolled, coming up behind him to strike him. But he was faster, he flipped you on your back, the blade of his axe pressed against your throat, "Never underestimate your opponent,"

You looked up at him, his eyes locked on yours, his face flushed from the exercise, his breath hot against your skin, "I understand," you whispered, your pulse racing.

You thought about what his lips would feel like against yours, his body pressing you into the soft ground. You had to admit you had become more than attracted to him, he was strong, brave, and smart, he had a way of drawing you in, you had never quite experienced it before, not even with Niklaus.

You wondered if he felt the same, if he ever thought of you, of what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you.

"Do you?," he asked, his voice low and husky.

You swallowed hard, the blade still pressed against your neck, "Yes, I do,"

"Good," he said, his voice a whisper, his eyes full of desire.

He stood and held out his hand, helping you to your feet. You both stood there for a moment, your bodies dangerously close, the tension between you growing thick.

You wanted him, and you could tell he wanted you too. But it was wrong, you were supposed to be his sister-in-law, it was forbidden, taboo.

You were still a maiden, promised to Niklaus. But you knew deep down you did not love him, not like Elijah. You didn't know why the gods cursed you with such feelings, with such a longing for the brother of the man you were promised to.

"Elijah, I-" You started, your voice shaky, the words dying on your tongue.

"Let's go inside, the air is too cold," Elijah said, his voice gentle.

"Y-yes," you nodded, following him inside.

Your heart was racing, your mind a mess, you couldn't believe the things you were feeling, the desires you had. It went against everything you had been taught, it was sinful, it was wrong.

And yet, you could not deny it. You were drawn to him, you longed for his touch, his kiss, his body pressed against yours. You wanted to do things with him that husband and wife do, forbidden things.

But the gods were watching, and they did not take kindly to those who disobeyed their laws. You could not give in to your desires, you had to remain strong, pure, chaste.

Still, you wondered if the gods had a plan for the two of you, if maybe they had destined you to be together. Maybe the gods wanted you to be happy, to have true love in your life.

You watched Elijah stoke the fire, cooking a rabbit over the flames, the scent of it making your stomach growl. You sat on the floor, your knees pulled to your chest, the blanket wrapped tightly around you, a barrier between the two of you.

"How did you know about this place?" You asked, referring to the cabin.

"My brothers and I built it years ago," he said, "We came here to get away, to have some time to ourselves. We would camp and hunt, it was our escape from... the pressures of being a son of a jarl," he added, a wistful smile on his face.

"I heard that Mikael could be a difficult man," you said, knowing that was an understatement.

Elijah didn't say anything, just handed you a piece of the cooked rabbit, his hand brushing against yours. You ate in silence, the crackle of the fire the only sound.

"He could be... cruel," Elijah said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes distant, like he was lost in a memory, "there are secrets in my family, things that no one speaks of,"

"Secrets?" You asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Things I cannot talk about," he said, his jaw set, his gaze dark.

You didn't want to press the matter, whatever the secrets were, they were clearly painful for him, you didn't want to force him to relive them.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, reaching out and placing your hand on his.

He looked at you, his expression softening, a sad smile playing on his lips, "It's okay, it's in the past now. What matters is the future, what we do to honor the ones we lost, to protect those who are still with us."

You nodded, his words resonating deep within you, "You're right, we must not dwell on the past, we must focus on the future, on those we love,"

Elijah smiled, his hand squeezing yours, "Yes, the future is all that matters,"

The two of you finished your meal, the silence no longer tense, but comfortable. You helped him clean up and prepare the space for the night, the storm finally letting up.

You got ready for bed, washing yourself in the basin and slipping into a simple linen tunic.

Elijah did the same, and you could not help but admire his body, his lean muscles, his skin smooth and tanned from the sun. You usually looked away, to give him privacy like he did for you, but you were drawn to him, your eyes taking in every inch of him.

He caught you looking and you quickly turned away, your face burning. He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that made your heart flutter.

"Sorry, I was just-" you mumbled, embarrassed.

"Goodnight, y/n. Come dawn we will start tracking the Blackthornes," he said, the playfulness in his voice gone, replaced by the hardened resolve of a warrior.

"Goodnight, Elijah," you replied, curling up on the pallet, the warmth of the fire lulling you to sleep.

The smell of herbs and spices filled the air as Tatia mixed some in a bowl, the healer humming quietly to herself. The young woman was a skilled healer and well-respected in her village.

"There, this should help ease your pain," Tatia smiled at Rebekah, handing her the bowl, the liquid inside warm and soothing.

"Thank you," Rebekah smiled weakly, bringing the bowl to her lips. She winced as she drank, the scar on her face throbbing with pain.

"Careful now," Tatia said softly, "that elixir is strong. You'll want to go slow and make sure you're keeping it down,"

Rebekah nodded and drank slower, the warmth of the brew filling her body and dulling the pain.

Niklaus sat beside Kol, who was sleeping on a cot in the healer's hut, his body bruised and battered from the fight with the Blackthorne raiders. Tatia's eyes met Niklaus', he couldn't help but feel a tingle of warmth spread across his body as he watched the healer's eyes linger on his, there was something about the way she looked at him that made him feel seen, appreciated, as if she could see his pain and anger.

Tatia smiled gently and reached out to touch Niklaus' hand, the simple gesture making his breath catch in his throat, "you have the strength of Odin," she whispered, her voice like a song, "you saved them both from those brutes,"

Niklaus looked up at the woman, her face beautiful, her eyes kind and understanding.

"I-" Niklaus stammered, "I had to, they are my family." He had never felt so at a loss for words before, and he struggled to find the words to describe the pain he was feeling.

"Let me take a look at you," Tatia said gently, "you look like you could use a healing touch yourself,"

Niklaus hesitated, still overwhelmed by the woman's closeness and the connection he felt. Tatia sensed his unease and took his hand, her skin warm against his. "You must be at your full strength for the war to come." She smiled at him and he found himself smiling back, despite the ache in his body.

Tatia motioned for Niklaus to lay down, she pulled up his tunic, taking a look at the wound on his side, the flesh raw and bruised, "It's not too bad," she said softly, her hands gentle as they cleaned and bandaged the wound, "it will become just another scar for you to boast to your wife about," she teased. Niklaus couldn't help but chuckle at her words, a feeling of warmth spreading through him at her touch.

He felt a wave of guilt at the thought of you, his future wife. He wondered how you were doing, if you were safe, if he would ever see you again. Tatia must have sensed his worry, she looked up at him, her eyes soft. "She is strong and fierce, and I am certain she will come back to you,"

Niklaus swallowed hard, his throat thick with emotion. He prayed that Elijah had saved you, that the two of you were somewhere safe, weathering the storm together.

He sighed and nodded, "I know, but it doesn't stop the worry and pain from eating away at me."

"I understand," Tatia said, her fingers tracing along Niklaus' jaw, her touch sending a jolt of warmth through his body, "the bond of family is strong and often the most painful."

Tatia continued her work, cleaning and tending to Niklaus' wounds, the gentle touch of her hands making him feel safe and protected.

"You should speak to our leader, Ansel, when you're feeling better," Tatia said after she finished, "I know he will be interested in meeting you. He will want to hear your story and your plans."

Niklaus nodded, he couldn't help but notice how the young healer's eyes lingered on him as she spoke. "I will, thank you Tatia, you have been more than kind," he said.

"Of course," Tatia said, giving Niklaus one last smile, "you're a special guest here. I knew your mother quite well,"

Tatia's words took Niklaus by surprise, "You did?"

"Aye," Tatia nodded, suddenly avoiding Niklaus gaze, she stood and went to check on Rebekah who had fallen asleep in a chair, the pain of the healing draught helping her rest.

Niklaus stared at her for a moment, wanting to ask more, but deciding to let it go. The young healer was right, he was here on important business, he couldn't afford to let his emotions get in the way. He had to be focused and clear-headed if he was to get his revenge on the Blackthornes. He would need the support of Ansel and his men if he were to succeed.

Kol began to stir, he slowly opened his eyes, groaning with pain as he tried to sit up.

"Careful, Kol," Tatia said softly, placing her hand gently on Kol's arm, "you need to rest,"

"What happened?" Kol said, his voice raspy, he looked around the room, his gaze falling on Rebekah, who was asleep on the chair near the fire, "where Niklaus?"

"I'm here, little brother," Niklaus said, coming to sit by the edge of the bed, "how do you feel?"

"I've been better," Kol chuckled weakly, "I feel like a herd of wild boars trampled over me," he shifted in the bed and winced, Tatia moved quickly to help him get comfortable, the young man gritting his teeth through the pain.

"Try not to move too much, Kol," Tatia said softly, her gaze lingering on him, "your wounds are still fresh."

"Aye," Kol breathed out, the young man's face pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, his brow furrowed in pain, "how long have I been out?"

"Two days," Niklaus said, his voice low, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he thought of you, his future bride. He wondered where you were, if you were safe, if Elijah had found you.

"Where is y/n? Elijah?" Kol asked, his voice strained, his eyes filled with worry.

"I don't know," Niklaus said, his voice hoarse, his throat thick with emotion. He swallowed hard and rubbed his temples, the pain of his injuries and his worry for you, his brother, and sister, weighing heavy on him.

Tatia placed a cool cloth on Kol's head, her touch gentle, soothing, "have faith," she whispered, "the gods have not forsaken them."

"Aye," Niklaus said, his gaze fixed on the flames of the hearth, "I must go speak with Ansel,"

Tatia nodded and Niklaus stood, his body aching, his heart heavy. He walked out into the village, the storm having passed, the skies clear and blue.

The villagers were busy repairing their homes, patching roofs and fixing doors, the sounds of axes chopping wood and the shouts of men filling the air. He headed towards the longhouse, his heart racing, he felt a knot in his stomach as he thought of what he was about to do.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door, the familiar smells of the hall greeting him, ale, meat, and smoke. But it wasn't the same, there was a heaviness to the air, a sadness that he couldn't shake.

Ansel sat at the table, he was sharpening his sword, his expression hard, the man's eyes dark with anger and grief. He looked up as Niklaus approached, his gaze fixed on him, a hint of surprise in his face, "Niklaus Mikaelson, the gods have truly blessed me today," he stood and gripped Niklaus' arm in a warrior's greeting, "I'm sorry for the loss of your loved ones, I knew your mother well. May she rest with the gods in Valhalla,"

"Thank you, Jarl Ansel, it is an honor to meet you," Niklaus said, returning the grip, the man's strength taking him by surprise, "and the gods are merciful. They brought me here, to your village."

Ansel smiled and gestured for him to sit, the older man poured two cups of ale and handed one to Niklaus, "To the gods," he said, raising his cup.

"To the gods," Niklaus repeated, his gaze fixed on the man before him.

"My scouts have informed me that the Blackthornes have been raiding across the land," Ansel said, his voice low, "rounding up our young to sell into slavery."

Niklaus gripped his cup tighter, his knuckles white, "Aye," he nodded, "they took my little brother Henrik and my near sister-in-law Gerda,"

"They are foul creatures," Ansel spat, "they have no honor, no respect for the old ways."

"That's why I've come to you," Niklaus said, his voice firm, "I've come to seek your help in finding them, in saving the people they have taken."

Ansel gave him a sympathetic look, "You have my sympathies, but I cannot take on the Blackthornes," he shook his head, his jaw set, "I need my men here to protect my people,"

Niklaus swallowed hard, he had expected this answer, he felt rage bubbling within him, "I will not stand idly by while those bastards take more people from their families,"

Ansel's expression hardened, "it is the will of the gods, we must accept it,"

"No," Niklaus shook his head, his anger rising, "I will not accept that." He stood, his fists clenched, his heart racing, "I will not accept the gods abandoning us. I will not accept that they have given up on us,"

"Niklaus," Ansel warned, "I am your elder, and the Jarl of this village. You will show me the respect I deserve,"

"Respect?" Niklaus spat, his face twisted with anger, "you're nothing but a coward. You're content to sit here, in your hall, surrounded by your men. But you won't go out and fight."

"It's more complicated than that son," Ansel said, his voice steady, his eyes cold.

"Don't call me son," Niklaus growled, "you're not my father, you're nothing to me."

Ansel chuckled and shook his head, "You remind me so much of your mother. She was just as stubborn and foolish,"

Niklaus took a deep breath, calming himself, he wanted to strike at Ansel. But he thought of Rebekah and Kol, they needed him, he couldn't afford to lose control, not now, not when he was so close to getting the help he needed.

"If you will not help me," Niklaus said, his voice low and dangerous, "then I will find the Blackthornes myself,"

Ansel sighed and rubbed his temples, his jaw set, his expression grim, "I will give you any supplies you may need, and you and your family are welcome to stay here, as long as you need."

Niklaus clenched his fists, he was torn between wanting to accept the man's offer and wanting to strike him down, to make him feel the pain of losing someone.

"I appreciate the offer," Niklaus said, his voice strained, "I wish you could do more for me, but I will take what I can get."

"The gods are not always clear in their will, Niklaus," Ansel said, his voice low and steady, "but I have my people to look out for. Perhaps you will be a Jarl one day, and then you will understand,"

"Perhaps," Niklaus said, the man's words ringing in his head, he turned and left the hall, the anger inside him simmering.

He needed to find you, to find Elijah, to save Henrik and Gerda. Every god there ever was could stand against him for all be cared, he would drag his broken body through the gates of the underworld to save those he loved.

Tatia insisted that Niklaus heal before setting out to find the Blackthornes. She cared for him and his family, ensuring that they had everything they needed.

She took a keen interest in him, her eyes following him, her gaze lingering on him, her touch sending jolts of warmth through his body.

The night before he set off, he sat in her hut, nursing a cup of ale, lost in his thoughts. Tatia hummed softly has she shaved the sides of his head, the young woman's hands deft and sure, the only sounds were the blade and the crackle of the fire.

"Where will you go in search for them?" Tatia asked, her voice low, as she ran the blade along his scalp.

"The coast, I've heard rumors that the Blackthornes are selling slaves in the fishing market there,"

Tatia nodded, "it's a dangerous place, and not a good fate for any young child,"

"I have to try," Niklaus said, his voice heavy with emotion, his throat tight, his chest aching, the pain of losing his parents and brother still raw, the grief weighing on him.

"Of course," Tatia whispered, her voice like a song, her hands gentle as she ran them over his head, checking for any missed patches of hair. She braided the long strip of hair that remained on top, her touch gentle, comforting, "the gods will guide you, Niklaus."

Niklaus nodded, her words echoing in his head. He had always been a devout man, believing in the will of the gods, but lately, he felt lost, adrift, as if the gods had abandoned him, his family, his village.

"Why did the gods allow the Blackthornes to destroy my village?" He whispered, his voice hoarse, the pain and rage within him threatening to overwhelm him, "why did they let my parents die?"

"The gods work in mysterious ways, Niklaus," Tatia said, her voice soft, understanding, "they are not always clear in their will, we must trust them, and have faith that they have a plan."

She finished braiding, her hands sliding over his shoulders, the touch making his heart race. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, his mind swirling, his emotions churning. The young healer had a calming effect on him, the tension leaving his body, the rage and pain subsiding, at least for a moment.

She kissed the side of his head, her lips soft, warm, her scent intoxicating, a mixture of herbs and spices. She sat beside him, her hand on his arm, her eyes filled with concern, "You should rest," she said softly, "you have a long journey ahead of you."

Niklaus looked into her dark eyes, she was a singular beauty, one that he could easily lose himself in. He had felt a connection with her since the first moment he saw her, his soul calling out to her, begging him to surrender, to lose himself in her. But he knew he couldn't, he had made a promise, he had a duty to fulfill, he was to marry you.

But you could be dead, his mind whispered. And even if you weren't, there were no guarantees that he would find you, or that you would survive the journey.

And he could die, tomorrow or the next day, on the road, at the hands of the Blackthornes. The world was a dangerous place, and death was always around the corner.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart hammering in his chest. He pressed his lips against hers, his hands cupping her face, the kiss deepening, the two of them melting into each other.

Niklaus felt a surge of lust, his body aching for her, the desire coursing through him, his mind spinning. He knew this was wrong, that he was betraying you, his future wife, but in this moment, he didn't care. All he wanted was her.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes burning into hers. His hands went to her waist, lifting her onto his lap, his cock hardening, pressing against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, her lips warm and soft.

She rocked her hips against his, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh, his need for her overwhelming him.

"Lay with me, before I ride off to Valhalla," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes filled with desire. Her hand trailing down his chest, his body tensing at her touch, his blood burning for her.

He picked her up and carried her to her bed, the two of them falling onto the soft furs. Their bodies entwined, the passion and heat between them consuming them.

The guilt and shame Niklaus had felt earlier disappeared as Tatia moaned beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her body quivering as he brought her to climax.

He kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers, the taste of her, the feeling of her body, soft and yielding, thoughts of you long forgotten.

{Part One} {Part Three} {Part Four}

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destinywitch · 1 year

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Damon salvatore x reader

instagram au

@forbesy/n_

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forbesy/n prettiest Forbes✨

@BBennet the literal personification of the song “she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl ive ever seen”

@CareBear ok, i get it, u look pretty but the caption? seriously??

@LenaGilbert_ gorgeous

@TheBestSalvatore the hotter forbes, thats for sure❤️‍🔥

@StefanSalvatore whats with your username? we all know thats not true

@TheBestSalvatore keep telling urself that

@CareBear Damon!! Stop hitting on my sister!! Stefan, we all know ur the better brother

@CobraKai agreed Damon, agreed.

@CareBear Y/N!!! why isnt he blocked??

@Enzo gorgeous

@JerGilbert looking good Y/N

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LenaGilbert Y/N caught in 4K

@forbesy/n_ oops

@CareBear and you didnt tell me!!!

@ForbesY/N no

@BBennet Y/N tell me pelase

@forbesy/n_ of course bby <3

@CareBear WHAT??? UR TELLING BONNIE AND NOT ME??

@ForbesY/N yes, bonnie is my baby!!

@CareBear who is that??? ELENA!!!???

@LenaGilbert Idk i couldnt see his face!!

@Bekah looking dashing, Y/N

@forbesy/n_ thank u Beks! Tell ur brothers i said hi

@LenaGilbert Rebekah the only reason im not blocking u is bc i need folowers

@Bekah thats good to know ;)

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@CareBear Im sorry I couldnt come!!! looking gorgeous

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chronic-escapixt · 7 months

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His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

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Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”

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nightingale2004 · 29 days

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Did anyone who watched the vampire diaries, the originals, House of the Dragon, and Game of Thrones ever stop to think?

THE MIKAELSONS AS THE TARGARYENS AU

Did anyone ever have that thought? No?

Their family crest literally has a serpent like dragon underneath the M.

And Plus Hayley could be A FREAKING STARK, SO HOPE COULD BE HALF TARGARYEN AND HALF STARK

This au has so much potential, TELL ME I'M WRONG.

Do you know what we need? We need the mikaelson family as Targaryen. We need their titles. We need their dragons and their dragon names. We need EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!

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misserabella · 2 years

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BLOOD CURSE

vampire! eddie x fem! hunter reader pt.1

synopsis;

after years away from Hawkins, three founder vampires, long and everlasting friends, come back to their origins in hopes to find a way to scape from the chasing death on their backs. if they only knew their only salvation would be the last descendant of one of the five most powerful vampires in history…

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES X STRANGER THINGS! <3

☆ year 2000s!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own. (!!!!!)

word count;

5k!

a/n;

ALSO! FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT TVD!! —so you guys have a little bit of context—; ‘Cruz’ is the last name of one of ‘The five’, a group of five of supernaturally gifted vampire hunters originated in 1110 AD. They hunted vampires and immortals as well, and they can be easily recognized in between potencial hunters due to the ink marks that spread through their skin as a map! (to keep themselves hidden, this mark is not visible for vampires) <3

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`·. lastly; enjoy! <3

‘ You have something of mine, and I want it back. ’

†

Eddie Munson was dead. He had been dead for thousands and thousands of years. Just like his best friend, Steve Harrington and the blonde that always stuck with him, Robin Buckley. Back in Hawkins, their place of residence and origin they’ve decided to — to keep the appearances— enroll back in highschool for their… One again.

Though their plan went to hell, since instead of passing though as normal teenagers, they became the new Hawkins sensation due to their attractiveness and that mystic aura surrounding them.

Steve Harrington, the hot gentle jock.

Robin Buckley, the blue eyes blonde girl day dream.

And Eddie Munson…, the mystery.

†

“Nance. No.”

“Come on, y/n!” she whined, his hands on your arm, pushing and pulling from it, shaking you all up and leaving you a little dizzy. “Please? I’m begging you!” you freed yourself from her grip, rolling your eyes as you stopped on your locker, fingers turning the lock and pulling open the metallic door.

“I already told you. I’m not going any near that fucking party.“ your hands were quick in leaving the heavy books that you held, pushing the ones that you’ll need later on on your messenger bag. “Why are you so obsessed with going? It’s just a party.” you inquired her, your eyes finding her blue ones full of desperation.

“Just a party?!” her voice rose enough to have people’s attention on her, what had her awkwardly clearing her throat. “Just a party?” he repeated, this time not as louder, still with the same emotion. “It’s not just a party. It’s the Mystic party!” you frowned.

“ ‘The Mystic party’ ?” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah! The Mystic Three’s party!”

“Oh… Yeah, of course, I should have guessed.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes, closing your locker’s door and walking away, towards the cafeteria, where all those teenage hormones hit you once the door opened for you to go in. “The amazing Mystic Three!” you sarcastically half exclaimed, shaking your hands and turning around to your best friend as you took your food tray, your nose wrinkling at the sight.

“Please, y/n, you know what being invited to one of their parties mean...”

“Yeah, yeah…” you sighed, getting a seat on your usual table, Nancy sitting on your left. “Instant immunity and power! It’s like rubbing a magic lamp.” your sarcasm made her almost laugh, although she was being serious about it. She really wanted to go to that party, you could see it. “Look, I know that Robin invited you, and that you’re like… Head over heels for her.” he hushed you, looking around to make sure that no one else had heard you. You rose your hands in surrender, whispering this time. “But you know what I think about them.”

“I know…” she sighed, taking her fork and pinching at her food. “But please?” you were the one sighing now. “Please y/n, I promise you that I’d do anything you ask for for a year if you come with me. Please, I’m begging you, please…”

A little tingling in your bones made you quickly turn your head to your right, straight to the Mystic Three’s table, eyes colliding with Robin Buckley’s, who looked away when she got caught, one of her hands brushing behind her ear her perfect wavy blond hair. Your eyes squinted, that bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach making you turn back to your best friend. “Nancy. I love you.” you said, your free hand squeezing her. “But if you are as smart as I know you actually are, you’ll stay away from them and that party.” her hopeful smile fell at your words. You went back to that strange trio, this time not one, but the three of them looking at you. Straight at you. “There’s something wrong with them. Really wrong.”

The first time that you saw them, something inside of you went cold. So cold you felt like freezing.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Steve Harrington, the ladies wet dream and highschool sweetheart, apologized when his hard chest had come in contact with you, making the books that you carried spread all around the floor, along with your notes.

He kneeled right after you to help you gather all of your belongings. “It’s fine.” you said, stuttering when his brown deep eyes met yours. There was something in them… Something you couldn’t really put your finger on. He gave you a sweet smile, making you look away and back to your notes, which crumbled a little bit as you pulled them one on top of the other. But it was all in vain, since they went back to a messy spread when his hand brushed yours in a attempt to help.

You didn’t know exactly how, but you’d quickly found yourself inches away from him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened at the cold gripping feeling that got a hold on your heart and the sick turning of your stomach, your hand gripping the dangling pendant of that old necklace that you always wore. He seemed just as taken back as you, probably due to your reaction. But there was something else…

You never let your eyes stray away from him as you quickly pushed your notes and books inside your messenger back, not caring if they crumbled or broke. “Excuse me.” your voice reached his ears as you got back on your feet and staggered away in a hurry, only to almost bump into another one of them.

That’s two…

“Woah! That was close…” Robin Buckley chuckled, hands rising in caution, though her smile disappeared at something on your back. Your head turned towards the freckled boy, when your eyes went back to the blonde once again, the sight of a curly haired tatted boy beside her startling you. And there was the third.

A new wave of that sickening feeling hit you, the coldness that seemed to spread in the air making you shiver underneath his black eyes. “Sorry.” you apologized, probably to Robin, looking away as you hugged your messenger bag closer to your chest, fingers gripping at the denim before you started to walk away, not daring to look back. ‘Cause you knew that they were already staring at you, eyes burning your back ‘till you turned right on a corner, away from their sight.

Since that day, you’d done everything you could to avoid them, but that coldness that once infected your heart never left, neither the feeling of being watched at night. You could feel it in your bones, so deep that it scared you. Something was wrong with those three, and you sure were not that stupid to try and get to know what.

Not when everything about them screamed danger. But yet, you seemed to be the only one in that goddamn town to notice that. It was as if everyone in Hawkins High had drank a love potion. They were the main topic to talk about, the goal of every freshman, junior, sophomore or senior being the chance of sitting with them in the cafeteria, to befriend them.

You simply couldn’t understand. And then, it was worse since your best friend couldn’t help but fall for one of them. You almost wanted to beat her head with a stick to put some sense into it, but again, she was already knees deep in Robin Buckley’s spell. You loved Nancy, you really did. But her liking in girls was… Not what you’ve dreamed of being. She could have gone for Nancy Cunningham! She’s blonde and has blue eyes too. What made Robin so attractive?

“Nancy.” your body stiffed when that blonde nightmare’s voice came from the front of your solitary table. The cafeteria went completely silent, all eyes on you and who you supposed were the Mystic Three.

“Robin!” she stuttered, surprised and dripping in happiness at the attention she was getting by her personal dream girl and most popular girl in Hawkins. “Hello.” you rolled your eyes, though no one could see that since you were still deeply staring at your plate. The smashed potatoes looked really interesting that afternoon.

“Do you mind if we sit?” say no. Please, please, please, say no.

“Yeah sure!” her affirmative stuttering made your eyes squeeze shut. Fantastic, amazing.

The air surrounded you got heavier when the empty seats around you got filled. A fidgeting ringed hand came to sight once it’s owner had taken the free sit to your right. It’s fingertips tapping the table slowly, teasingly even. You didn’t have to check to see who it was. You already knew. And he knew that you knew. You felt as if he could sense the change on your breathing, the quickened heartbeat on your chest and the rush of coldness in your veins. And maybe he did, since the silence inside the cafeteria was so damn loud.

Robin and Steve sat down on the seats in front of you, from the blond’s lips falling a ‘thanks’. “So…, are you coming to the party?” she inquired your best friend, and even you could recognize the hope in her voice.

Except hers, two pair of eyes were on you. You changed your strategy to stare at the food to a one more credible: looking for something in your bag.

“Uhm…” Nancy took a peek at you, at your nervous actions and pale face.

“I would love it if you could come.” Robin talked once again when she saw her hesitate. “You could bring your friend too!” and then, everyone was staring at you. You grasped enough courage to straighten your spine and raise your head. “What was her name again?”

“Oh. She’s y/n, y/n Cru-”

You put on a sickly fake smile on your lips when your eyes landed on the blonde’s, your lips parting before Nancy could finish talking. “Sorry. I’ve already made plans for that night.” you were trying so hard to breath normally that you almost stuttered. Why? Why were you the only one that felt that way around them? What was this sickening feeling? This constant feeling of danger?

“You have? Ouch!” you kicked Nancy under the table to try and make her stay quiet.

“Yes. I have. You know…” you smiled at her, your eyes slightly widening before going back to normal, like a warning, a signal.

“Really?” Steve inquired, showing a disappointed look. “That’s a pity.” you stared at him with harsh eyes.

“Yeah.” your smile was so stiff that it almost hurt.

Your eyes flickered to the tapping to your right, which was actually driving you mad. If only there wasn’t so many people watching… If only you could reach into your bag and…

“Well… If you change your mind, we’ll be more than happy to see you...” Robin said, but you were too focused on the rhythm of Eddie’s taps, eyebrows furrowed.

taptap..….taptap, taptap……taptap

It almost sounded like…

taptap…taptap, taptap…taptap

But it couldn’t be…

taptap.taptap, taptap.taptap

No… It’s not possible…

taptap,taptap,taptap,taptap

Your chair made a horrible screeching sound when your suddebly stood up, blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” you hurriedly said, taking your back and making your quick steps lead you to the cafeteria’s exit.

When you looked back, everyone’s gaze was on you, but only one was able to freeze every single vein in your body. The corner of his mouth rose just the slightliest for you to notice, along with his pale ringed hands, giving you a little and amused wave.

“y/n, wait!” you could hear Nancy behind you, rushing to catch up with you, taking your hand in between hers to make you stop just a few steps out the door. “What’s wrong?” she inquired you due to the look on your face. You looked so lost and terrified at the same time that she was getting this ominous feeling.

“I won’t be able to stop you, right?” you answered her with another question, the echo of your voice filling the empty corridors and her eyebrows furrowing, not really understanding. “You are going to that party, am I wrong?” her hands dropped, guilty eyes staring at you. You sighed when she muttered a ‘i’m sorry’. “It’s okay.” you shook your head, fingers fidgeting with each other. “I understand…” and you did, sadly enough, you seemed to be the only one to understand.

“I just… I really like her.” she sound genuine, and it only made you hate all that situation even more. You really didn’t wanna have anything to do with the Mystic Three, but you were no coward, and firstly… You were a great friend.

“I know…” you smiled at her, sighing before you’d speak once against. “So, what time should I come pick you up on Friday?” she frowned for two, three seconds before her face lighted up, her excited smile blinding you.

“Are you serious?!” she exclaimed, letting out a manic little scream before pulling you into the tightest hug ever when you nodded. “Oh my god, I love you. You are the best friend in the whole world! We’re gonna have so much fun!!” you laughed, hugging her back.

“Yeah…” you eyes bumped against those black ones that observed you across the cafeteria. “I can feel it.” just as you could feel the phantom of a dagger being pushed against the skin of your bare neck.

†

“Does my hair look okay? My mascara hasn’t smudged, right? Oh my god, I’m sweating so much, is it hot in here or is it me?” you rolled your eyes when Nancy tried to open more the window of the passenger seat, which was as far down as it’ll go.

“I mean go ahead, open the door if you’d prefer…” you offered her, sarcasm spilling over your lips and then a laughter when she had smacked your shoulder. “Relax.” you gave her a quick glance, eyes going back to the road as you spoke. “You’re looking great, Nance. Gorgeous even. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be on their knees for you. And if Robin Buckley isn’t, then she for sure lives for the ‘dumb as a blonde’ thing.” that made her laugh, cheeks flushing at your sweet encouraging.

“Now you’re just exaggerating.” she rolled her eyes, making you frown and look at her with a hurt expression after a scoff.

“No, you’re just being stupidly insecure for no reason!” she sighed, falling back on her seat. “Look, Nancy, you are beautiful alright? Start believing it or else I’ll beat it into that tiny little head of yours.” she was about to say something, probably start a little fight, but then the car stopped and you pulled up the hand break. “We’re here!” the two of you could hear just how loud the music inside the house was, teenagers smoking and drinking outside Harrington’s mansion. There were a lot of them, and you as hell knew that there weren’t even a third part of all of them. “Are you really sure about this?” you tried and persuade her, but when you saw the shine in her eyes, you knew there was no turning back.

You sighed when she got out of the car, smearing more lipgloss on her lips before saving it on her purse. You locked your car on your way out, saving the keys on your brown leather jacket’s pockets. The difference between Nancy’s and your outfit were monumental. She had gotten all dolled up, tiny little dress kind of dolled up, with her wavy hair decorated by lace and full on makeup face. And you…, well. You were just not as enthusiastic to be there as her. So you had just popped on a short blue denim skirt and a brown lace and sleeveless tee shirt, adding some white boots and brown hand warmers, since you seemed to be getting cold really easily lately. As for makeup…, well, let’s say the basics. You really weren’t there to party, even less to impress anyone, so your efforts were more than enough.

“Come on!” Nancy enthusiastically said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the house. Harrington was sure as hell loaded. But that was understandable, since he was one of the founder families of Hawkins.

“Nancy, slow down!” you tried to scream above the music, but once inside, even hearing your own thoughts was hard.

The trouble didn’t take long to appear.

“Robin!” your best friend yelled, and in a matter of seconds, blue eyes were on the two of you.

“Nancy!” she smiled at the brunette, steps quick to meet you both. “I’m so happy you could come!” she said, later taking a glimpse of you. “You too, y/n, I’m glad you changed your mind.” you huffed, forcing yourself to give her a smile.

“Yeah…” your eyes roamed though the place, which was bursting in teenagers and hormones. Amazing…

“Do you guys want anything to drink? We have beer, vodka…” she suggested and you shook your head, muttering a ‘no, thanks’. Your friend as always the complete opposite of you.

“I’d love that! y/n will grab us a seat on the sofas, right?” the suggestive look in her eyes made you nod in less than a second, actually scared of her determination and the consequences that saying no would bring you.

“Yeah, sure.” but you weren’t sure about anything. You gritted your teeth before giving them your back to made your way to the full sofas next to the ‘dance floor’, trying really hard to get a seat, but even harder to ignore the hands of the blond on your best friend’s lower back. You felt that crippling anxiety building up a lump on your chest. You did not like this. Nothing about this whole party and invitation. There was this bad feeling in the back of your brain and the need to get away from that house as fast as possible. But you decided to just try and relax, since you wouldn’t like to ruin the party for your best friend. You knew you’d had your own sooner or later, so…

But just as your shoulders fell, they rose once again when everyone around you got up and left, that heavy presence settling by your side on the couch, legs spread and cigarette in between lips. “You came.” Steve Harrington. What was it with those three that you always seemed to end up bumping with them anywhere you’d go? His voice sounded surprised. You were sure he’d be, you were too.

You simply nodded, not really finding yourself to mutter something back.

“Is Nancy with you? Or did Robin already found her?” he seemed amused. Probably by your uncomfortable demeanor, maybe due to the fact that he already knew but still wanted to ask you.

“They’d be back soon.” you said, and his eyebrows rose, surprised to finally hear your voice.

“I’m sure they will…” there was something in his voice that told you that they probably won’t, and that only made you worry even more. He tried and offer you a hit from his cigarette, but you refused without even looking at him. “Are you feeling okay? You seem cold…” your muscles tightened at his words. ‘Cause you indeed were cold, so fucking cold you felt like freezing. But once again, he already knew the answer to that question.

You could see his hand approaching yours, fisted on top of your thigh, and just as his fingertips were about to brush the back of your hand, you stood up, heart pounding in your chest. There was something in your veins that seemed repulsed by his own, as if you were magnets meant to find each other but unable to touch nor interact.

“I’m sorry, I have to go find Nancy.” and before he could even answer, you were now drifting in between the completely still dancing teens, which were all staring at you —or at least you thought they were, though you really couldn’t find yourself to focus in the mess that was your mind—. You headed towards the kitchen, were you thought you’d find her. She wasn’t there. You frowned, eyes meeting the staircase that led to the second floor, wood creaking under your feet as you climbed. “Nancy!” you tried and call out for her, your hands quickly going to the necklace that hung from your neck, fingertips meeting the cold metal in which you always seemed to find comfort. Doors closed and opened, whining coming from the ones interrupted inside of the bedrooms in where you had bursted in, in a hurry to find your best friend and get out of that goddamn house. That ominous feeling was back, making you choke on air and swallow the billis that crept its way up your throat.

You eyes met with the only room left unchecked, at the end of the corridor. And as badly as you wanted to find your friend you found your feet frozen in place.

‘No. Don’t. Don’t go in there. Something’s wrong…’ that tiny little voice in the back of your head screamed, trying to warn you of the inevitable danger in front of you. But you couldn’t listen, not when it was Nancy. Anyone but Nancy.

Your slippery fingers gripped the doorknob, quickly pushing when the lock gave in, making you stumble inside the room. It was cold, big, and old, though full bookcases filled with all of types of books. Some of them seemed a hundred years old, others, not as old. But that was not mattered, not what caught your attention. It was the person that stood silently in the middle of the room that did. “Nancy!” you quickly got to her, shaky hands grabbing her slim arms, a worriedly sick gaze on your face when she just stood there, dead eyes unfocused and unresponsive to your actions or voice. “Nancy? What’s wrong?” you inquired her, your heartbeat spiking up when once again, she didn’t answer, it was as if she were sleepwalking, unable to answer, to blink, to breath. You were shaking her nonstop, the lump on your throat threatening to choke you. “We need to get out of here. I’m going to get you out of here.” you said, holding her hand and tugging on it to make her follow you towards the door, although you froze midway when a voice neither yours or hers filled the room.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do that.” and there it was, that sickening smile. Robin Buckley stared down at you with her shiny blue eyes, something in them seeming unnatural, terrifying.

“What did you do to her?” you inquired, teeth gritting and limbs shaking, you could hear your heart beat in your ears.

“Uhmm, I just told her that she couldn’t leave.” she shrugged, and in a blink of an eye, she had switched places, her fingertips now brushing a lock of your best friend’s wavy her behind her ear as she whispered. “Right, Nancy?” the air left your lungs when she nodded at the blonde’s words.

“I can’t leave.” she repeated and you felt like chocking on air. “I can’t leave or I’ll die.” you shook your head, leaving her hand and taking a step back.

“This can’t be real… This is all just a nightmare. That’s right. I just need to wake up.” you tried to reason, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to leave that terrifying dream. “Why can’t I woke up?” your voice sounded strained, and your body froze when cold fingertips pressed against your cheek, making your eyes flutter wide open.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” honey eyes stared into yours with a false sadden face. “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream…” now it was time for Steve Harrington to smile. When had he gotten there? He was downstairs just five minutes ago…

You quickly stepped back, giving him your back to try and get to the door, though it closed behind the last part of the trio’s back. “Leaving so fast?” you were surrounded. It was a trap.

Your quickened heartbeat was making you feel dizzy, your lungs frozen and hands shaking. “What do you want from me?” you heard yourself ask the three of them, smiles on their faces when your back bumped against one of the bookcases surrounding the room, leaving you without any form of scape.

“Aw, poor little thing. I think we’re scaring her guys.” Robin cooed, almost pitiful, though it didn’t last long, her hand slamming on the side of your head in less than a second. “You know what we want, don’t act dumb on us now…”

“You were just in the other end of the room…” you whispered. “How did you…?” you looked at the three of them. “Who are you…?” Steve scoffed, cigarette falling onto the floor and being crushed under his boot.

“You really don’t know? Think hard on it, I’m sure you know. I know you know.”

They could almost see the chimes inside your head turn. All life seemed to leave your eyes when the air inside your lungs left you.

No. No, no, no, no, no…

Harrington just smiled. Bingo.

Your knees failed you, making you fall onto the floor. “It’s not true. It can’t be true. They are all supposed to be simple stories. You’re not supposed to be real…”

“Oh, but you know we are.” Steve said, eyes on you. And that’s when you couple see the shift on them, the reddening, the blood lust as the pulse in your veins reached him. “I think you knew since the very first time…” you shivered at the memory, at his icy cold touch, his gaze…

You were trembling, trembling as if you had been abandoned in the middle of a snow storm without any coat nor clothes.

“Tell me, y/n.” you jolted at the voice of who you recognized as Eddie Munson, eyes meeting your scared ones when his knees bent, crouching in front of you. “What’s your last name?” he inquired and you found yourself flinching when his fingertips brushed the skin of your neck, pushing slightly against your carotid, thirst in his eyes when he felt the warmth of your skin, the living in your veins, the rush of your blood.

“My last name?” you stuttered, trying to get away from his touch, but there was no place for you to scape. “Why would you…?” Robin groaned, harshly tugging on Nancy to push her against her, neck bending and eyes reddening when she started to lean in, what made you scream. “No, please, no! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt her.” you begged and Steve chuckled, you could almost guess what he was thinking. How pathetic you seemed to him. “Cruz. It’s Cruz.” you spitted out, making them fell silent. You could feel the sudden tension that spread though the room, your skin raising in goosebumps and heartbeat spiking up against Eddie’s fingertips.

It was fast, imposible speed to follow for normal eyes. You whined when your head was smacked against the wall on your left, ringed hand crushing your wind pipe and making you gasp for air. His face was impassible, night dark eyes staring into yours as his other hand caressed your cheek, hushing your choking. “I thought you had killed the last of them!” his loud scream almost made your eardrums pop.

“And I did!” Steve answered, making the curly haired laugh.

“If you did, then what is this, hm?” he inquired the brunette, referring to you existence. “Why is she alive?!?”

Your hands gripped his wrists when his fingers dug deeper in your neck, trying to push him away. You were dying. You were gonna die.

“I’m sorry, doll, but it’s not personal.” he said, giving you a sarcastic smile. “No wait, actually it is! But you understand, right?” your gaping mouth had his hunger spiking up. There was nothing that he loved more than seeing humans struggle to survive. “Since you know what we are, I have to kill you.” he muttered, his breath hitting your face.

But you suddenly stopped your fighting, hands falling limp on your sides and heart beat dropping to almost zero as you stared at him.“And since you know what I am, I guess I’ll have to kill you first.” you smiled, and in a quick twist of your hand, you were freed from his grip, a groan leaving his lips as his free hand flew to his newly broken one.

How the hell…?

“Okay, that was easy. I’m sure I got the three of you, didn’t I? No please! Don’t hurt me! I’m just a hopeless weak girl!” you poured, acting all scared before you burst out in lighter, and they just stared at you in shock for a couple of seconds before they understood what was going on.

Come on, there were not the only one with little secrets and good at pretending.

“You bitch!” Robin screamed, quickly pushing away your best friend and running towards you.

You clicked your tongue, cocking the gun you quickly extracted from the waist of your skirt, which you had been hiding behind your leader jacket.

You chuckled as she tried to attack. “Bad bat.” you mockingly hummed, and then you shot, three wooden bullets bathed in vervain digging and burning the skin of her chest and stomach. She fell onto the floor with a scream, blood spilling into her hands and the wooden tiles. One.

You pulled Steve from his hair, pushing him on his knees with a hard kick on his joints, gun against the side of his head as you spoke. “Compell her to leave and forget all about this shit.” you ordered, referring to Nancy, who stood quietly laid on the floor due to the recent push.

He simply chuckled, trying to freed himself from your grip, but he knew you weren’t playing when he felt the necklace you so obsessively touched around his neck, the enchantment and vervain on it burning his skin and making him groan as you tightened it. You could rip his head off if you pulled hard enough. And he knew.

“Leave.” he struggled to say, only a whisper. “Forget any of this happened.” and just like that, Nancy got up and left, leaving the four of you to your fighting.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” you paid him back with his stupid little nickname, in a quick movement, snapping his neck and making him fall onto the floor. Two.

You knew it wouldn’t kill him. And that was not your intention, not yet, you just needed to buy time. You ripped your necklace from his neck, pulling it down your head and spinning around just in time to meet face to face with the last one of the Mystic Three. His fangs were fully exposed, red eyes surrounded by thirsty veins staring right into your soul.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” you warned him, gun pointing to his head.

“Lucky for you, you are not me.” you pulled the trigger, but a last minute struggle had the bullet denting and making a hole on the wall in front of you.

It was fast, though the pain was not smaller, fangs digging in the skin of your neck and blood spilling down to your collarbones and into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, heavily slurping as you tried to push him away, but his strong hands had gripped your wrists and waist, probably leaving bruises that would turn purple by tomorrow morning. You felt the dizziness of blood loss get all the way up to your head, the same head that now stood silently counting backwards.

3…, 2…, 1…

A weak smile spread on your face when he pulled away, eyebrows furrowed and pained factions before all the blood he had swallowed bursted out of his lips. You closed your eyes as he choked on it, some of it staining your clothes and dampening your chest.

“What…, did you do…, to me?” he sounded angry, pissed even as he went down on his knees, the burning and stabbing pain in his stomach worsening as the clock ticked.

“No. It’s not what I did to you. It’s what you did to yourself.” one of your hands pressed against the punctures in your neck, trying to stop the bleeding as fast as you could so you wouldn’t pass out in a room full of vampires. “You really thought it would be clever to drink up from a vampire hunter? Come on!” he growled.

“Fucking bitch, I’ll kill you!” you rolled your eyes at his threat.

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.” he groaned when you gripped his hair for him to look up at you as you bent your knees, face inches away from the other. “Listen, pretty boy. I know why you three are back in Hawkins. I know what’s following you.” his breath hitched and you only smiled wider, pleased by the fear in his eyes. “And I know you know I’m the only one who can actually help you. So don’t play with me. Be clever, think hard on it. Do you really want me dead?” more blood spluttered from his lips. You knew he would pass out soon due to the amount of vervain on his veins. You had chugged almost a litter of it that afternoon.

“And why would you help us?” he stuttered, coughing in between words and fighting hard to stay awake.

“Because you have something of mine, and I want it back. So, when you wake up, have a family reunion with those two, and don’t you try doing anything funny. If I took down the three of you once, I can do it again, hm?” a new groan left his lips when you freed him, body falling harshly onto the floor, dark eyes full of hatred digging in yours. “Night.” and with a last smile from you, you rose the gun, shooting him straight in the head.

to be continued in part two! <3

a/n;

VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333

sometimes i love my broken brain for having such great ideas, but anyways… hope y’all liked this pt.1 and love this series even more!!! luv you!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<33333

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Night Changes

Summary: You're a busy doctor and one night coming back from your midnight duty call your car breaks down. There was no sign of anybody near and suddenly a hot stranger comes to the rescue and the night changes into something else. Warnings: Mentions of blood, rough making out Genre: Damon!AU, Damon x Reader, little angst Words Count: 1.3k approx

A/N: This is my first upload so please be generous with your comments and honest feedback is always welcomed. Hope you guys like it, Happy reading!!

It was nearly midnight, and you were returning from the hospital after treating an emergency case. Being a doctor came with all the challenges you can ever imagine; late night duty calls, irregular sleeping hours, and of course no time for yourself.

You found comfort as you looked up while driving your car at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Convertible cars had their perks.

The roads were empty as you were driving through the woods. Unexpectedly your car stopped. You tried everything you could but honestly, you were not good at this arena of cars, and to add to the struggles there was extraordinarily little light so couldn't see anything.

Your innumerable efforts bore no fruits and you decided to walk home and pick your car up in the morning with a mechanic. You picked up your phone to call 911 to inform them about your car and you suddenly heard a sound from the bushes. You thought to yourself that it must be an animal going around in the woods but to your surprise, a man appeared from the woods. Without giving it a thought, you instantly thought of asking for help from him although he was a stranger lurking in the woods at this time who could potentially be a serial killer. You asked him "Hey! could you please help me with my car, it doesn't seem to start. I have tried everything I know. Could you look at it?"

"Yeah, sure!" the man replied.

He tried to ignite the engine with the keys, and you said, "Tried that a

million times, but it won't start."

"Then let's look at the engine, sexy car by the way" the man commented and added, "Gotta say you have a fine taste in cars."

"Well, I have a fine taste in men too" you replied.

The man couldn't say anything but smirk. He approached the bonnet of the car to check the engine and meanwhile you thought to yourself that you just flirted with a man trying to help you. Well, you were not that type but it wasn't your fault that this man was undeniably hot.

He wore a pair of denim jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt which perfectly hugged his body flaunting his toned arms and revealing the best part of his chest.

"Do you have some cloth? I want to wipe off the dust from the engine."He asked.

"No, not really," you replied.

The man said "No problem" while taking his shirt off.

This man was trying to fix your car and kill you at the same time. You could not even handle him all clothed and now there he was standing in front of you shirtless fixing your car. All you were doing was helping him with light and staring at his flawless body.

You were lost in the maze of his insanely perfect abs and then the snaps which lead you to come to reality. He smirks and says, "If you're done checking me out, feel free to check

your car."

Your face turned red as you blushed hard.

"Let's get this baby working," said the man gesturing towards the driving seat.

You approached the driving seat and tried to start the car. Finally, someone's efforts worked, and your car was ready to go.

"Thank you so much, Mr. ...."

"Damon. Damon Salvatore." The man stretched his arm for a handshake.

"Dr. Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you said by shaking his hand.

Damon was walking away, and you called him "Damon! would you like a ride home?" He agreed and jumped in the passenger seat.

The ride was going silently until Damon shot a question at you, "What were you doing out at this bewitching hour of the night?"

"Well, I could ask you the same question, Mr. Salvatore."

"You can but then who would have helped you If I weren't there?"

You sighed and said "Fair enough. You see I am a doctor; it was a duty call. Now you tell me?"

"Nothing just wandering around"

You just noticed something and asked, "Did you just say bewitching hour>

Why would you say that?" "Well, you know vampires and all"

"I don't believe in all that stuff you see."

Damon did not say anything about that any further and changed the topic saying "You know, you should know how to take care of your car. Maintenance is important." You replied, "I know, but I am not good at this maintenance stuff. You know what we could do, you could give me your number so whenever my car needs maintenance, I'll call you."

Damon smiled and said, "you're good at this."

You looked at him innocently and asked, "At what?"

"Flirting, doctor."

"Well, I am good at some other stuff too" you stopped the car in front of his house. Damon stares deeply into your eyes and crashed his lips onto yours.

You readily allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and both of your tongues were fighting for dominance.

This is what not getting laid for a long time does to you. Leaves you with nothing but desperation.

You both started making out, his hands gripped onto your waist tightly holding you close, and your hands traced his perfect body.

You broke the kiss to regain your breath. You were panting as if you ran miles in one go.

"Can I bite you?" Damon whined asking for consent in desperation. You simply nod as kinky bites were always a green flag for you. As his teeth dig into your skin a mixture of pain and pleasure hit you eventually turning into pleasure.

You started moaning and as his teeth dug deeper you could feel his fangs, it did not take you long enough to realize that it wasn't any other sexual bite.

It was a vampire bite, and he was feeding from you. All these years you fought with all the people who were the 'believers'. Debating, arguing, all gone in vain. The night changed into something else.

You wail in pain "Damon stop, you're hurting me."

Damon didn't stop until you push him away with your arms. You were surprised at the sight in front of you. His face was covered with blue-black veins and his eyes looked dangerous. This was not the man you were trying to flirt with. Realizing that you were losing your consciousness Damon bites his wrist and feeds you

with his blood.

As he fed you his blood you gained consciousness, and the pain was going away eventually. The bite marks were slowly healing. All these years of your medical experience felt useless at this time.

As you recovered you started at Damon with teary and confused eyes trying to say something. But before you could say anything Damon stared deeply into your eyes, and you saw his pupils dilating. He said "You will not remember any of this. All you'll remember is that you dropped me off here and drove straight to your home." Damon shut his eyes to break the eye contact, as he shut his eyes a tear rolled down from his eye to his cheek. He felt bad for hurting you this way.

Damon kissed your forehead and said, "I am so sorry Y/N, you do not deserve this you're a good person." and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared. You drove your car back home, something felt different, but you had no idea about it.

All you hoped for was to see Mr. Damon Salvatore again to continue the flirting game.

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enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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can you pls do some human viking klaus content🙏

Human!Viking Klaus M. HC’s

Thank you to everyone who gave me recommendations for a name for Klaus’ sword, a lot of them were things from HotD including the Dragons names for some reason but IMO Drogon would be an awesome sword name😆 In the end I took a few words from names given and went with it

•Niklaus is a huge show off for Y/n from the first moment they met as children and it only gets worse as they grow older

•It used to be things like how he was faster than the other boys or stronger, or how much farther he could swim but as they grew he got more and more bold when showing off. He grew into a great swordsman and showed off while dueling Elijah who showed off for Tatia himself, until Mikael came along anyway

•Niklaus always loved to show Y/n his paintings from the time he was a boy and she marveled at them, especially as they got better and better the older they got

•Y/n would often find him different colored flowers when she traveled to other villages with her father, he loved how she thought of him and got a kick out of her bringing him flowers

•Y/n’s parents, Harald and Elli, loved Niklaus and her father was more than happy with the idea of the boy marrying her if he could get the guts to ask for her hand which he eventually did

•His father hated the idea of the two of them together as she was a beautiful girl, untainted, well behaved and the daughter of a strong, rich and important Viking (that Mikael seemed to have a bit of a man crush on). Mikael considered it a waste, Niklaus having her which is why he attempted to get Finn to court Y/n instead, it was a huge relief to both Klaus and Y/n that Finn had absolutely no interest in that

•Niklaus and Finn covered for each other, pretending to be with each others girls so that Niklaus could spend time with Y/n and Finn could be with Sage who both Mikael and Esther hated

•Niklaus loved that his future wife wasn’t the prim and proper Viking girl that everyone seemed to dream of for some strange reason and he found himself entertained when she did unladylike things such as his love tripping Tatia in the village once for flirting with him. According to Y/n she was clear to the beautiful girl about how her face wouldn’t be beautiful much longer if she kept up her flirting with not just Niklaus, but anyone other than Elijah if she was serious about the kind man that Y/n already considered her big brother (Elijah never told her how much it had meant to him but he adored her for it upon realizing that Tatia had stopped flirting with other men that very day)

It was a welcome change from Niklaus constantly ‘staking his claim’ on his girl whenever a new man took a liking to her, though Niklaus knew she loved how jealous her strong Viking man was when it came to any other man so much as looking at her too long

•Niklaus had been trying to find the right time to ask Harald to marry her for a long time, however he was nervous. While he knew that her father liked him, he still had his doubts and worries that he would say “no”, especially if he had spoken to Mikael who Niklaus knew didn’t want him and Y/n together. It wasn’t until Kol told him of one of his friends older brothers who had taken a liking to his girl in the last few weeks now that she was 16 and officially old enough to marry (in her fathers eyes since technically she had been able to marry since she was 12 but both Harald and Elli refused). As soon as Kol had told him of the conversation he had heard between his friend and his older brother Joran, Niklaus was running down the path to Y/n’s home.

‘Niklaus! Where are you off to so quickly, son?’ He hadn’t even had to announce himself, finding Harald outside, sharpening his sword.

‘I was hoping for a word with you sir, if you’ve got a moment?’ He looked up from the blade with a knowing smirk on his face and Niklaus knew, he knew her father knew exactly why he’s here.

‘Of course, my boy. Been waiting quite some time for this conversation, I was sure it was coming. You actually took longer than I expected. Go ahead.’ He couldn’t say he was shocked, Niklaus knew Harald was aware of his feelings but he also knew that Niklaus would never do anything to harm or dishonor his daughter so he didn’t seem to worry about him being around her. Unlike most fathers who would be concerned about idiot boys wanting nothing more than to get under their daughters skirts, Harald knew that Niklaus would never touch his baby girl while they are unwed (at least no more than the hand holding they had already done that had his baby girl blushing up a storm for the rest of the evening after they had parted the first time). Niklaus would never put a stain on her name like the one that Tatia carries around since spreading her legs for a man who abandoned her the moment she learned about the baby. Her father also knew that even if something happened between them, Niklaus would never leave Y/n alone, he could see how much the boy loved his daughter and no matter what happened, that’s all he wanted for his baby girl.

‘Sir…I love your daughter…I love her and I-I want to a-ask you for her h-hand.’ He took a deep breath, trying to calm his stuttering before continuing. ‘I admit, I don’t have much but I can provide for her every day. I will take care of her, and our children, as many as she will give me, I will keep them safe and not a day will go by that your daughter and grandchildren won’t know how much they are loved…I’m asking you to please, allow me to marry your daughter?’

Harald stared back at Niklaus for several long moments before his face broke out into a grin and he turned his head towards his home. ‘Y/n! There’s a man here that’s asked for your hand and I’ve said “yes”! Come meet your husband!’

‘What?! Father! I have told you I-‘ Y/n was cut off as she turned the corner to see her best friend staring back at her with a hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for her reaction. While it is her fathers prerogative to marry her to whoever he chooses, if Y/n didn’t want him then he would, of course, retract his proposal. However it didn’t seem like he needed to as she charged him and leapt up into his arms with a grin and contagious laughter. ‘I didn’t think you would ever do it, I’ve been waiting months!’ She glared, fake anger on her sweet face.

‘My apologies, Princess, I will never make you wait again. You’re all mine now.’

•It was actually later that very same day that Joran came to speak to Y/n’s father only to find Niklaus with his arms wrapped around her as they discussed the feast for their wedding, knowing it needed to be large as the party would probably go on well into the night (whether they were there or not)

•The idiot actually waited until Y/n was alone and tried to sway her from her wedding with Niklaus. He tried making a case that he was his Fathers oldest son while Niklaus was just a middle child, he tried getting her to believe he was the stronger of the two of them and that he could protect her better. Y/n couldn’t be swayed in any way and it wasn’t a moment after he realized that that he found himself sprawled out on the ground with his nose gushing blood and a smirking Niklaus standing over him ‘The next time you come anywhere near my wife, a bloody nose will be the least of your concerns…get out of my sight.’

•Niklaus’ siblings were all very excited about him getting married, especially Rebekah who was thrilled to be about to have a sister. Elijah, Finn and Kol all helped Klaus in building their home for his wife as a wedding gift and his parents were immediately unhappy that their new home was both, bigger than theirs (a home that they had forced 6 children to live in their entire lives) and closer to Y/n’s parents than to them

•From the moment Elli found out Niklaus had asked Harald for her daughters hand she was on his ass about children, ‘Neither of you are getting any younger.’ ‘Her prime child bearing years are right now, so you had best get started, Niklaus.’ ‘I will watch my grand babies all the time, that way you’ll have plenty of time to make me more.’ He loved how excited she was for them to have children but she was behaving like she wanted them yesterday, he can’t even start trying until they’re married but his soon to be mother in law didn’t seem to care, both of Y/n’s parents however adored Niklaus and he was happy for it and enjoyed them treating him better than his own parents ever had

•On the day of their wedding all of their families were in attendance as well as most of the village (who were mostly just there for the feast and drinking). Niklaus watched his bride approach him for the last time as an unmarried women, a wreath of flowers on her head that Rebekah had made for her (with the help of Henrik who picked most of them knowing the small purple flowers were Niklaus’ favorite to paint with) and for the first time without the Kransen that usually adorned her head. He knew she will have saved it, as her mother had done for her, for their future daughter once she was old enough and the thought made his heart swell, making him that much more desperate to fill his wife with his babies

•During the wedding ceremony Niklaus was shocked when Harald presented him with a Long Sword. It was a double edged heavy iron sword inlaid with silver on the handle, the handle was wrapped with soft leather and the pommel was heavy silver with 2 runes carved into it, one for Protection and one for Blessings. Niklaus was stunned by this gift, he had been taught to wield a sword obviously, however the one he had always used was his fathers. Niklaus never thought he would be able to afford a sword like this (a sword that he and Y/n had later decided to call BloodScythe), he had plans to get his own for his family’s protection of course, but this sword is very clearly worth more than he had ever seen in one place.

In that moment, he couldn’t help it, he began to doubt that this marriage was a good idea. Even if he knew the money meant nothing to him, he would have to find a way to keep his father from being a problem and he had never succeeded at that in his own life.

Niklaus had known that Y/n’s father was well off, it was half the reason Mikael hadn’t wanted Niklaus to wed Y/n but rather Finn, who would be much more willing to take care of his parents or even just give them money from the dowry that Harald would pay for her. Niklaus did not yet know how much silver it was that they were getting and while that money was technically Y/n’s even after the wedding, he knew that she would give it to him as the one who handled the money. Mikael was the kind of man who believed that every ounce of silver, gold and piece of jewelry belonged to the man of the house to do with as he pleased, which is why he knew he could manipulate Finn into “letting him handle” Harald’s money from both the dowry and the inheritance once the couple passed since Y/n was their only heir.

Niklaus had a suspicion that that’s the reason Elli was so desperate for him to fill her daughter with babies. Y/n’s mother had nearly died in childbirth and after that Harald forbid her from even trying for more children, not willing to lose his wife when they already had a perfect baby girl, even if that meant never having a son of his own. Niklaus found his respect for Harald growing instantly upon hearing that fact, all men were desperate for a son to pass their name onto, to teach to fight and hunt and even Niklaus himself desperately wanted a son, but Harald loved his wife so much that he was willing to give up on that dream to ensure she did not suffer…it was something that Niklaus knew Mikael would never do, regardless of how many sons he already has.

He had found himself wondering on more than one occasion if he would do the same, if he would give up on having a son, or any more children than one daughter if it’s what he needed to do to save Y/n’s life and he knew he would without a doubt

‘I am giving you my child, she will be under your roof and under your protection. As I give you my daughter I gift you this sword, that you will always care for her, keep her safe and whole, and protect the children she bares you. I am trusting you, Niklaus.’ He was floored by his now father in laws words and he found himself holding the tears back at the idea of Y/n’s father believing in him. The firm look on the man’s face showed Niklaus how serious he was in his words and he knew in that moment he would honor his promise, Niklaus would die if it meant his wife and children were safe, of that he was positive

‘Thank you for your trust. I give you my word, I will love and protect your daughter for the rest of my days. I will use this sword to defend our home, defend her honor and defend our family. I will use it to teach my sons to do the same and I will ensure my children never know a moment of suffering…not at my hands or anyone else’s.’ Niklaus was determined to not be even the slightest bit like his father, he would love his children, as many of them as the Gods see fit to grant and as many as his beautiful wife is gracious enough to bare him.

•As they shared their first kiss he felt his entire body buzzing like lightning. Y/n was finally his, his wife and his future. Niklaus kept her in his arms after their shared kiss, only releasing her to slide the ring onto her finger and allow her to do the same, the bands being a thick and heavy silver with runes adorned around the outside in a repeating pattern of Partnership, Prosperity, Loyalty and Desire. The only difference in their rings was 2 runes on Niklaus’ that meant Protection and Warrior to signify his role in their marriage and lives as were hers on her ring that meant Fertility and New Beginnings.

•Their married life was pure bliss in Niklaus’ eyes, taking the girl he had been in love with since he was a boy back to their home for the first time and carrying her to their new bed had him downright giddy and he spent the rest of the night worshipping her body. He made her cum every which way he could imagine bringing her pleasure, only stopping once the sun came up to sleep for a few hours before feeding his new wife and jumping straight back into bed with her. He shocked her with how willing and determined he was to have her ride his face for almost an entire hour that afternoon before even fucking her again and wrapping them both back into the thick furs to sleep once more. They remained like that for almost 2 weeks, Harald, Elli, Elijah and Kol all bringing them food while Niklaus was determined to ensure his seed took hold inside of his wife as soon as possible, and it did, seemingly almost immediately

•Everyone was excited by the prospect of having a new baby in the family, Y/n’s parents being the most excited and ensuring the couple had everything they would need to care for the baby. Henrik began spending the days with Y/n almost immediately once Niklaus began to work, he knew how much his big brother did not want her to be alone and so he stayed until his brother came home every day. Niklaus had taken to hunting rather than farming to make money, selling his catches in a few different towns to families who couldn’t hunt for whatever reason, and he made fairly decent money doing it which led to him coming home one day to his father man handling his 6 month pregnant wife

He couldn’t tell what came over him in that moment but one second Mikael was clutching his wife’s upper arms tightly and shaking her and the next he was on the ground having his face beaten in. Henrik had seemingly run home upon seeing his father arguing with Y/n and a moment later Elijah was pulling Niklaus off of their father. He turned and inspected his wife immediately, seeing her cheek was bright red and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

‘I’m alright Niklaus, I promise you-‘

‘And the baby?! Did he touch the baby, I swear to all of the Gods he will die where he stands if he touched my child!’ He swore it to her and Y/n knew he was telling the truth, in fact she knew that had Elijah not come when he did, Mikael would probably already be dead.

‘He is alright my love, your father did not touch anything but my arms and a smack to my face when I insulted him. There’s no need for him to die, not this time.’ Just then Y/n’s parents came running up the path with Niklaus’ youngest brother not far behind, Elli instantly pulling her daughter into her arms and checking her over while Niklaus turned to her father who inspected the scene, seeing Mikael on the ground with Elijah between him and his son in law, Niklaus who had blood covering both of his hands.

‘Good job, son. How is she?’ He asked, never taking his eyes off of Mikael.

‘She’s alright, a few bruises. I am confident that even if I hadn’t come home when I did she would have been alright, my brother got Elijah like he was supposed to. Thank you.’ Henrik hugged Niklaus tightly, enjoying the proud look on his older brothers face as he had always been more of a father than a brother to him, more than his real one at least. ‘Go home now, let mother know everything is alright and that father and Elijah will be home soon.’

‘Alright. Are you okay, Y/n?’ He asked and Y/n smiled at the 13 year old boy.

‘I’m alright, hun. Go on home, Niklaus and I will take you to the market tomorrow and get you something special, okay?’ She offered and his face lit up before turning and taking off towards home as he was told.

‘It’s time for you to leave as well, Father.’ Niklaus glared before his father in law spoke up.

‘The next time you put your hands on my daughter, you will find the entire village at your door, ready to string you up. Remember that before you come back again.’ Harald promised, and Mikael had the intelligence to look concerned about the obvious threat. ‘Get your wife home, son.’

‘I will. Thank you for coming-‘

‘Thank you for keeping your word…I never had any doubt my child would be safe with you. You’re a good man Niklaus, and a good husband.’

•Over the next few years, Y/n had 4 children, giving Niklaus 3 sons and a little girl. He taught all of his boys to hunt and to fight, allowing them to enjoy having fun once in a while unlike what he and his siblings were allowed in their childhoods. Niklaus loved all of his children equally and he kept the promise made on his wedding day, he never raised a hand to them and he never let anyone else either, they never experienced a moment of abuse in their lifetime. His boys were incredible fighters and hunters, and they were extremely protective of their little sister, making their parents prouder than they thought possible. Niklaus didn’t think he could have asked for more

I tried to keep as many Viking traditions as true as I could but I may have gone overboard🤣

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Red Hot Winter- Chapter 17

Trigger warning: Mikael being an abusive father, blood sharing, sex scenes, minors dni

Chapter 17- "Darkside"

"Is this extremely necessary mother?" Elijah heard Finn ask. He was still being held by the chains. It had rained the previous two days, his clothes were ruined, his throat was burning for a taste of blood, specifically, Elena's, and the vervain was no longer in his system, though his mother would from time to time stake him.

"Of course, it is my son. I'm doing this for us, for our family. I unleashed a course onto this world. It is my duty to nature to end it." Replied Esther.

His mother went to the backyard to see him.

"It seems like Niklaus has forgotten about you." She said.

"It will take a lot more than this to make him forget about me, Mother. I'm sure my brother is planning your death at this moment."

"Your brother wouldn't be that cruel, not to me. That hatred is reserved to his father."

"What do you want with me, mother?"

"I want to make you remember."

"I never forget one single thing you or Father has done to any of us"

"Not that, my son," Esther said smiling. "Do you remember our last Harvest Festival, before I turned you into vampires?"

"Yes."

Viking settlement, 1000 years ago (what is now known as Mystic Falls)

Henrik had just died, and Elijah and his family were going through the grief of losing yet another of their own. Before he was born, his family had lost another child before coming to the new world, but that child had died of an illness that had no cure at that point. Henkrik had been killed by men who turned into wolves.

His father, Mikael, took his older brother Finn and more village men to take revenge for the death of Henrik right after Niklaus brought his body back. His father came back covered in blood, but before he even cleaned himself up, he abused whom he considered guilty as well. Elijah wouldn't have known about it had Tatia not barged into his room in the middle of the night to bring her to her house to help his brother.

When Elijah got there, Tatia with the help of her teen son had managed to put Niklaus lying face down, with a sheet covering him. She sent her son back to his room and told him to go back to sleep. Only then did she remove the sheets to reveal the fresh bloody whip wounds on Niklaus's back? Elijah wanted to cry, as Tatia was as well. She already knew he was a witch, and mostly thanks to the abuse Niklaus endured, healing spells had become his specialty.

"Hold my hand," Elijah said. Tatia held his hand and he touched Niklaus's wounds, who cried out of pain. Elijah didn't need to recite the incation, but he focused on his brother, on the flesh healing and closing. After a few minutes of this process, all of Niklaus's lacerations had been closed.

On the next morning, Mikael was angry to see Niklaus standing up, walking around with Tatia, knowing that Elijah had most likely healed him.

Later that night, it was the Harvest Festival. Though Elijah should be thankful for all of the food his village had managed to produce throughout the season and thank the gods, the only thing he wanted to ask them was Tatia's heart, who now was dancing with his brother. She was caught by surprise when Niklaus kissed her and she kissed him back, though her heart wasn't into it. She had made her choice between the brothers.

She excused herself to rest, but actually, she went to Elijah, who had hidden behind the place where his mother took care of the animals.

"Elijah," She said.

"Tatia. You look ravishing tonight." He said, smiling.

She took a step towards him.

"Why do you choose to watch me from the shadows?" She asked.

"You seemed to be having fun with my brother. I didn't want to intrude."

"What if I wanted you to intrude, Elijah? When my husband died, I was supposed to throw myself in a pyre of fire, but I chose to live. And I chose to give my heart out to someone strong, protective, fierce, and yet noble and gentle" Tatita put her hand on his face, and he held her wrist. "I choose you, Elijah." He moved in to kiss her. She took a step back, laughing.

"You choose to have our first kiss where your mother slaughters the pigs? Not very romant" She didn't have time to finish her sentence before he kissed her for the first time"

"It was the night Tatia chose you," Esther said. "You certainly have a type, my son, given the woman you're dating now."

Elijah pulled on his chains, looking at his mother with a murderous look.

"Elena has nothing to do with this." He said, in a threatening tone.

"Oh, but she does. Does she know you killed Tatia?" Esther said, smiling.

"I didn't, Rebekah told me you used her blood to make the vampires and you killed her."

"I didn't my son. You did." Esther walked up to Elijah and touched his head with both of her hands. She started to recite an incantation and a flood of memories almost drowned Elijah.

Viking Settlement, 1000 years ago (present-day Mystic Falls)

Esther and Mikael had turned their children into vampires to protect themselves from the wolves, to ensure none of them would ever die like their little Henrik had. That's until Esther realized that Niklaus also carried the werewolf gene. The first time he killed someone, it triggered his course, and his mother had put a spell on him to prevent it from ever manifesting, or so she thought.

A few weeks later, Mikael and Esther would find out that their kids didn't have the self-control expected.

Klaus had gone on a spree after an argument with his father and killed 6 villagers, and his brother Elijah had promised him that he would stay beside him, no matter what. That's when he saw Tatia.

The woman was terrified, and she ran away, but fell down and wounded her hand, which started bleeding.

Elijah helped her stand, though she wanted to be away from him.

"I would never hurt you! Tatia, please…"He tried to plead with her but couldn't resist the smell of her blood.

"I'm so sorry," He said, before biting into her neck and drinking every drop of her blood.

He brought her lifeless body to his mother and was immediately grief-streaking. Esther genuinely felt bad for her son, she knew he loved that woman. In the next couple of weeks, Elijah refused to feed and was growing weaker by the day. So Esther made a choice. She cast a spell on her son. Every single time he committed an atrocity such as killing someone he cared about, those memories would stay behind a trap set in his mind by a spell. The trap? The door to their hut. The red door."

"No, I didn't kill her! That's not possible!" Said Elijah.

"You did. And if you're not careful you'll do the same to Elena." Esther said, backing up. "You've been drinking her blood. Does it taste the same as Tatia's blood?"

"Stop!" Shouted Elijah, his head falling back. Memories of himself committing horrific crimes throughout his life couldn't leave his mind. He dismembered bodies, ripping out hearts, and drinking blood until there was not a single drop left.

"I've only shown you the truth, my son," Esther said. It was at that moment that Klaus finally showed up. Davina and Bonnie were reciting an incantation, making Esther weak. The chains that held Elijah back fell from the trees. Caroline and Elena ripped it from his wrists, taking him to the car. Klaus held his mother's neck.

"Whatever you've done to my brother, I'm gonna make you pay." He said, in a dangerous tone. He dropped her, and left his mother's house, along with Bonnie and Davina.

Back in the compound, Elena had given Elijah a couple of blood bags to quench his thirst and helped him shower. After they were done, they lay on their bed.

"Thank you." He said, pulling her close to him.

"I told you I'd bring you back." She said, smiling. He brought her face to him and kissed her. His lips finally meeting hers, he felt her warmth and the tenderness in their kiss. Elijah's emotions ran wild and he pulled her even closer to him, pushing her body against his. His lips moved with hers slowly, the passion building within him. He explored her mouth, feeling all that she had to offer. His hands moved over her body, feeling her curves and contours.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity, yet he wished it would never end. Elijah felt a burning inside him, an urge to take her right then and there. He wanted to tell her all the things he felt but the only language he could speak was the language of love. He wanted to shout his love to the heavens above, but all he could do was kiss her. Kiss her fiercely and deeply, letting her know with each caress that he would never leave her side.

Elijah couldn't keep his hands off of her. He brushed his fingers along her sides before gently nudging them up, gripping her waist, and pulling her even closer to him. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he leaned in, sending shivers racing down her spine. His lips pressed into hers fervently, feeling for a response.

She pushed back in kind, his touch becoming more passionate with each passing second. His hands traveled further around her body, feeling her tense beneath his touch. Yet, she still wanted more, and let out a small sigh from his embrace. He released her from his lips, only to move lower, sending more sensations coursing through her.

Elijah eagerly slides down the bed and positions himself between Elena's outstretched legs. He nuzzles his nose up and against her inner thigh, his stubble scratching her as a shiver of pleasure runs through her body. He spreads her folds wide and presses his tongue against her delicate clit, swirling it around the sensitive bud before dipping lower to lick her from bottom to top, his fingers pressing inside her.

She moans in pleasure as he continues to please her, his fingers circling around her entrance to tease her further, his fingertips dancing between her lips while his tongue continues its exploration. Then, as he continues to delicately torture her with his tongue, he retreats back to her entrance, tongue pushing in further this time as his finger works its way up, pleasuring her even more. She gasps with pleasure as he withdraws his digits and devotes all of his attention to her clit, his tongue constantly stimulating her in such amazing ways that make her moan and gasp with pleasure and excitement. Then, it's too much for her to bear, as each stroke of his tongue and finger brings her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she can no longer control herself and Elijah knows it, as she screams out his name and releases her essence. She's spent, her body trembling with pleasure.

He kisses his way up her body, finally kissing her mouth. Spending two days away from her was pure torture.

Their bodies were entwined and pulsing with desire. He slowly moved his body, grinding and slipping inside her. With every thrust, she felt a surge of pleasure, her body pushing and pulling him deeper inside. She clung to him, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, every inch of her body filled with ecstasy. Elijah leaned his head down, his lips brushing lightly against her neck as he worked his hips faster, feeling a wave of pleasure and satisfaction building inside her.

Elijah was getting increasingly aroused as he was pleasuring Elena, not only by his movements but by the way Elena moaned and writhed beneath him. She was so responsive to his every touch that Elijah couldn't help but take it further.

His face started to transform without him thinking about it. His eyes turned black, his veins popped up, and his fangs came down. Elena opened her eyes but before she could even say anything, Elijah leaned down and bit her neck. This was new. They've never done this during this situation but it was so much better. Elena clutches to Elijah's back, scratching him, and making him bleed. She let him take however much he needed.

Then, as Elena felt herself reaching her pinnacle, Elijah started to thrust hard and fast, his hardness igniting an explosive essence that left her trembling and gasping. He stopped drinking and kissed her neck.

As Elijah slowly pulled out, she could feel his warmth spilling onto her, the immense pleasure still coursing through her body. He kissed her.

"I love you, my love," He said. "Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." She said smiling.

She waited for him to fall asleep. He was smiling and slept on top of her stomach. Caressing his head, she closed her eyes and let herself see the memories of the red door.

She slowly got up from the bed, putting up his button-up, a pair of pants, and her shoes. Closing the door to the room, she went to find Klaus, who was in his office. Caroline was there reading a book while he did another painting.

"Klaus, we need to talk." She said.

"I told you we'd save my brother, Elena, no need to thank me." He said, dropping his material on the table nearby.

"What is the red door, Klaus?" She asked.

Klaus's demeanor changed.

"I suppose he didn't tell you," Klaus said.

"No, but I saw it on his mind."

"My mother put a spell on him, and all the bad things my brother has done throughout his life go behind that door so he doesn't have to face it."

"It seems like your mother opened it up. Now Elijah knows everything."

"This will destroy him, little by little."

"I'm not going to let him down, I'm not going to let Esther destroy him," Elena said, leaving Klaus's office. She went to Bonnie's room.

"Hey, Elena," Bonnie said, dropping the grimoire she was reading.

"Bonnie I need your help."

"What is it?"

"Esther created a place inside Elijah's mind where he hides every bad thing he has ever done. She opened that door and it will destroy him."

"What are you thinking?"

"I need you to lock me and Elijah inside a spell so I can help him face this, and destroy this place Bonnie."

"Elena, he is an original. What if something happens to you?"

"He won't hurt me."

"He killed Tatia."

"It was not his fault. He is not going to kill me or do anything to me. He loves me, Bonnie."

Esther was trying to destroy the Mikaelsons from within. But little did they know, Esther would not be the only original problem they'd have to face.

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cohenatwood · 10 months

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Clexa Fanfic Series: something wicked (this way comes)

coming soon to tumblr and ao3.

Synopsis:

After the death of coven leader Thelonius Jaha, Gustus Woods' banishment from Polis, Massachusetts is lifted and he moves back with his two daughters, Anya and Alexandria Woods, who have no idea of their family lineage or the prophecy that had been foretold long before either were born.

#clexa fanfic #clexa #clexa au #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #clarke x lexa #writing #first chapter should be dropping soon!#supernatural #witches #witchy vibes #imagine the vampire diaries buffy and the short lived series the secret circle all rolled into one #just in time for spooky season #it's going to get creepy

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chronic-escapixt · 7 months

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His Rose ~ Details

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, dom/sub dynamics, abuse, murder, childhood trauma (mentioned). Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

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This fanfiction is born from my dissatisfaction with the way Kai was criminally underutilized in the TVDU. Honestly, I found him annoying at first, but he grew on me as season 6 went on. Thru Chris Wood's charming performance, Kai stole the show for me. I'll never forgive the showrunners for a lot of things, including underutilizing Chris Wood in this role & not allowing this broken king to have a real redemption arc.

On the topic of the showrunners, I'll never forgive them for how they did Bonnie Bennett or the Bennetts in general with how they were limited to magical plot devices for everyone else's use without any appreciative focus on their power & how it could really benefit them. Even though I love Bonnie & Kai, my otp endgame for her has always been Bonenzo, but I also adore Klonnie ❤️.

My AU changed and added plenty of lore around his coven & certain events. The plot follows the life of Bonnie's younger sister, Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz. I go on to describe her below, but I'd like to state that she acts as Kai's antithesis as an innocent, fledgling witch. She's also Bonnie's support system. I always hated how the show often ignored that Bonnie lacked family around her that were unconditionally there for her. Bonnie's mom left when she was small, she lost her grams in season 1, and her father was a non-factor in her life until he returned... just to get killed off in front of her.

I wrote Rose & Bonnie's dynamic keeping in mind everything I hate about older sibling/younger sibling dynamics, like the one between Buffy and Dawn in BTVS. Bonnie deserves family that consistently supports her, encourages her to prioritize her well-being, and actually tries to lessen the existing load on her shoulders.

Another thing I kept in mind when adding Rose to my TVD AU is not to have her replace or take away Bonnie’s space in the plot. Now, I do give her Bonnie's plotline of being sent to the prison world in season 6, but this is essential to the story, and the way Bonnie was treated that season made me so sad that I have no problem taking traumatic experiences from her (of which she has more than enough) and giving them to Rose.

Okay... if you made it through my rant, congrats. I also want to offer my inbox as a place where anyone can offer up requests, scenarios, ask questions, even if you want to roast my cruddy writing... my inbox is open.

🌹Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz:🌹

Born: March 18th, 1994 (18yrs)

Gender: Female | Height: 5’1” | Hair color: Brown | Eye color: Hazel

Race/ethnicity: Black and Latino/Hispanic

Species: witch (Bennett)

Titles: Rosy (Kai), littlest witch (by Kol), kid (by Damon)

Characteristics:

Rose is a gentle and kind-hearted person, always looking for the good in people and situations. She can be a people pleaser and overall naive when dealing with people, often seeing the best in everyone and believing in second chances

She highly values family, so bonding with Bonnie means a lot her. Due to her naivety and weakness, she can be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. Like Bonnie she’s compassionate and tends to selflessly help others. Struggles with powerful spells due to her insecurity in her magical abilities

She enjoys singing, gardening (honing her nature-based magic, making potions & studying herbology), sewing and cooking (she bakes when she’s anxious)

She has a strong aversion to blood & violence so spending time with vampires took a lot of getting used to

Trilingual: fluent in Spanish & Portuguese

Despite her demure demeanor and virginal innocence, with her stuffed animal collection, enduring love of cartoons and a lack of dating, she’s a hopeless romantic that harbors the hidden desire to submit herself to a powerful dominant

Background:

Family: Bonnie Bennett (half-sister), Jamie Ruiz (half-brother), Abby Bennett-Ruiz (mother), Matteo Ruiz (father 🕊️), Sheila Bennett (maternal gm🕊️)

Rose was raised in Summersville, North Carolina. She was a child model until 13 when her father tragically died. She was the captain of her high school majorette dance team. Her life drastically changed when Bonnie arrived on her doorstep.

Rose was 16 when she & Bonnie would finally meet. Bonnie and Elena came to Abby for help with a spell. Rose was shocked to find that she had an older sister as Abby never mentioned Bonnie or the life she left behind in Mystic Falls. She was even more surprised upon finding out about her magical bloodline and that supernatural creatures walked the earth. Unlike Grams, Abby never mentioned magic throughout Rose’s life and even went as far to suppress her magic with a charmed necklace

After Abby is turned by Damon, she decides to leave her family to learn control and find peace as a fledgling vampire. Rose moves to Mystic Falls with Bonnie where she learns magic from her.

Magic doesn’t come naturally to her. Admittedly having a 50% accuracy rate with her spells. She struggles with her confidence & focus when chanting and spells drain her much quicker even when she tries channeling the energy around her. Despite this, Rose is determined to improve, valuing her one-on-one time with Bonnie and spending late nights on her own practicing & memorizing spells. She is determined to use her magic for good, prove herself and lessen the load on Bonnie as the resident Bennett witch of the group.

Her role in the Mystic Falls gang is the “Bennett witch in training” or “the bringer of baked goods” (according to Damon), since she often supplies their gatherings with fresh pastries. Everyone underestimates her power, even Bonnie. She tries to keep Rose out of danger unless she can’t help it.

🔪Malachai "Kai" Parker:🔪

Born: May 9, 1972 (22yrs)

Gender: Male | Height: 6'0" | Hair color: Dark Brown | Eye color: Blue-gray

Race/ethnicity: white/non-Hispanic

Species: siphoner (Gemini Witch coven)

Titles: abomination, black sheep, the defective twin (his coven)

Characteristics:

Charismatic with a charming smile. Upon meeting him, his charisma operates as a façade to hide his lack of empathy and his sadistic tendencies

Can be hard to read but that’s because he struggles with expressing his emotions which stems from his abusive childhood. He’s cold and relatively unfeeling with people, but once he lets someone in, he’s fiercely loyal and protective.

He can be observant, calculating and manipulative to taking advantage of someone and get what he wants

He’s a sassy man, often comes back with quick quips and has a natural sense of humor (typically dark humor)

When he’s comfortable, he never shuts up, has no filter and sucks with certain social cues. After being alone for nearly his whole life, will talk anyone's ear off without realizing they are not willing to listen

Kai can siphon all of a witch’s magic without killing them. He controls how the process feels - at its worst, a fast searing burn to a slight tingle. Overtime, a witch will regenerate their magic

High libido!!- He’s starved for touch and affection (though he would never admit that he needs anyone). Sexual desires reflect his sadistic personality as he enjoys dominating another person through absolute control and pain infliction

He likes raunchy comedies and media with half-naked women such as Bay Watch and MTV videos. A major foodie with constant cravings for sweet and salty snacks. He prefers snacking throughout the day but when he does bother to cook, it’s really good

He is fluent in old Latin, often found in grimoires and other ancient texts. When he was young he’d get his hands on old grimoires and study them, all the time to himself allowing him to hone his knowledge of witchcraft and technique

Background:

The Parker family is the head of the Gemini coven. Its patriarch, Joshua Parker is the coven leader. Kai is the eldest child, being half an hour older than his fraternal twin, Josette. Unlike Jo, Kai was born without the ability to generate his own magic, instead siphoning magic from lingering spells, objects, or other witches. When he was young, he would naturally gravitate toward the magic of his sister, so Joshua quickly decided to physically isolate Kai from everyone for fear of his son's "defect" hurting others.

As fraternal twins born of the coven leader, Jo and Kai would be set to merge on their 22nd birthday, where the winner takes the other's magic and coven leadership and the loser dies and is absorbed into the other but with the risk of Kai's siphoning ability giving him an edge in the merge, Joshua and Viviane continued having kids until she birthed another set of twins that would merge instead.

Kai's upbringing was lonely, spending most of his time locked in his bedroom up in the attic. Following his father's lead, most of his family excluded and demonized him. As he grew, Kai learned to internalize the cruel labels they gave him. If they wanted a monster, they would get a monster and on his 22nd birthday, May 9th, 1994, he would finally act on his boiling rage and resentment toward his family, unleashing the hatred he accumulated through a lifetime of torment onto his siblings when Jo refused the merge. To protect the twins, she would relent to merge with him but the coven was waiting and with the help of Sheila Bennett they banished him to a prison world of complete isolation.

Each year that passed only added to his hunger for revenge, left with nothing to do but plan his escape and seizer of coven leadership. He grew to take pride in what he had done to his siblings and his status as a sociopath capable of killing anyone who gets in his way without remorse.

AU-Specific Lore:

Prison world Lore:

The prison world resets with the eclipse every 3 months.

Time works differently, so no one ages throughout their time there.

The prison world cannot create life so the only living inhabitants are those sent there or arrive via ascendant.

Kai is linked to the prison world so he can’t die. If something kills him, he’ll be out for a while depending on the damage but the magic will heal him back to life. Without Kai, the prison world falls apart so while he’s there, it sustains his life to sustain itself. Once he leaves, it ceases to exist.

The Ascendant - an ancient device created by the Gemini coven and a Bennett ancestor that only responds to a living Bennett’s blood and magic. The ascendant is sensitive to magic in general, so even when the spell is done right, it will activate then fall apart. You only have one chance at the time of the eclipse to correctly do the spell, which Kai knows from experience because early on he tried collecting a vial of Bennett blood that he hunted down in a hospital and using Josette's magic he siphoned from a hidden dagger. Disappointment boiled over into rage when he did the spell beneath the eclipse, the ascendant disassembled, but he was not transported out.

The Gemini Coven Lair:

Exists as a non-physical location where the coven keeps ancient texts, grimoires, enchanted items (talismans, gems, ascendants, etc.), and materials for spells & potions

Infinite space that can be utilized by the coven leader: often includes a space for magic instruction, a library, spell casting, a gathering area for the coven, etc.

Accessed only by portal, which is summoned by a spell entrusted to high-ranking Gemini members

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