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The Mikaelson Upgrade
When Elijah sends his sister to check on you during a harsh Winter, the Mikaelsons move you in with them.
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Author’s Note: So, I thought this was so good, but when I started editing it, I realized it was terrible lmao. But I need something to post, and this is the only completed thing I had. Sorry.
With a basket half full of non-perishables and a case of water, you're standing on the opposite side of the grocery store and staring at their small selection of home hardware in hopes of finding something to weatherize your small apartment even further than it already was.
The central heat was out so you're going to be forced to use space heaters and you'd already glued some thin strips of foam all around your doorways to keep the drafts of winds out. This was only going to be your second winter in the apartment so you knew it could get cold, but this winter was predicted to be an extremely cold one and you wanted to be prepared.
The windows weren't the best insulated, so when you heard the trick about bubble wrap being plastered to the windows to help keep the heat in, you figured it was worth a shot. But as you stare at the prices of the different sized rolls, you sigh and realize you might just have to pile all your blankets atop you instead.
"Miss YLN?"
Your name being uttered startles you from your mental musings and you turn to the source. You stand a little taller at the striking figure looking so out of place in the hardware aisle. "Elijah! Hi," you sheepishly grin at him. "How are you?"
His lips twitch. "I'm doing well. And yourself?" He wonders. "I couldn't help but realize you looked quite lost in thought."
Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, but you chuckle nonetheless. "I was trying to determine whether or not it was worth it to buy the bubble wrap."
Elijah looks at the overly large rolls of wrap. "And pray tell what you would need so much bubble wrap for?"
"Winter is coming, Mr. Mikaelson, and I am merely a fragile human." He still doesn't get what you mean, so you elaborate. "I heard bubble wrap on the windows can help keep the cold out. I'm desperate."
"Ah. I see."
It doesn't look like he quite gets it, but you don't call him out on it. Instead, you say, "But I think it's probably cheaper to just hibernate under my blankets."
As you start to push your basket away, Elijah follows. "What about your parents? Surely you could stay with them during this harsh winter."
"Nah." You shake your head. "We're on shaky terms at the moment. My dad barely wanted to give me extra money for groceries, so I rather stay in my shitty apartment than live in a tense atmosphere."
From the corner of your eye you see Elijah looking at you, but you keep your own gaze forward. Then when you come to the checkout lane, he leaves you with, "If you need anything, my siblings and I are only a call away."
"Thanks, Elijah." You glance at him with a small smile. "Say hello to Rebekah and Niklaus for me, will you?"
"I will. Good evening, Miss YLN."
The first night of the winter storm is brutal. Within hours the temperature dropped drastically and the wind howled. Several feet of snow was predicted and your college professors all emailed that classes had been temporarily canceled due to the storm.
You tacked up tarps over your front door and back door, and even the front windows to your living room. You had unplugged every kitchen appliance you knew you weren't going to use and stowed them away, plugging in a small space heater that you left running on the empty kitchen counter. You had one heater in your bedroom that you only used when you slept, another heater in the bathroom that you only turned on before you showered, and another heater running in the living room where you spent most of your time.
All in all, what was once your favorite season is now something you desperately want to hurry up and be over with.
On the third day, you're trembling under three blankets debating whether or not it was worth it to get up and make yourself something to eat.
And just when you've decided that a nap sounds really good, there's a knock on your front door.
You quietly groan but refuse to get up.
Another knock sounds.
"If you're of the immortal population and friendly, then just walk in. It's too cold to get up," you mutter.
You hear the door creak open and the tarp crinkle as it's moved. "What the bloody hell is this?" You huff a laugh at Rebekah's disdain. "Honestly, YN, don't you ever listen?"
"Hmm?"
"Elijah told us about your situation. Klaus has had his minions watching your place-"
"Aw. He's had his hybrids out in this cold? What a dick."
"-and they called to inform us there wasn't much movement in here anymore. We're really worried."
"M'fine, Rebekah."
"You're not fine. You're bloody freezing!"
"Well, it is Winter, and I am only human."
Rebekah grumbles and you can only imagine the face she's making as you hear her footsteps walking around your apartment. "'Lijah said you didn't enjoy your apartment and now I see why." She sighs. "I don't see why he just doesn't make you part of the family already and move you in."
You tense and slowly pull the blankets down from covering your head. "What?"
She glances at you, feigning innocence. "What?"
"You just said-"
"No, I didn't."
"I could've sworn you said-"
"I said no such thing."
You narrow your eyes at your friend and she smiles a little too big. Then softly rolling your eyes, you cover your head once more to preserve your body heat under the blankets. "Well you've seen with your own eyes that I'm fine. I'm just preserving my body heat under the blankets."
The blankets are suddenly ripped from you and you whine. "Get up. Packs your bags. You're coming with me."
"Rebekah, no." You weakly grab for your blankets, only to be denied. "Just let me go to sleep."
She scoffs. "I'm afraid that if you go to sleep, you won't wake up again. Now go pack or I'll have the hybrids do it for you."
Your eyes sting with tears and a lump forms in your throat as you stare at your friend's no-nonsense expression, but you manage to keep your emotions in check as you pull yourself into a seated position. Then very slowly, you wrap a blanket around your shoulders and go do as you're told.
But you're so cold that Rebekah ends up doing everything for you as you sit on the edge of your bed. Your thoughts end up drifting off as Rebekah moves around you, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier. Eventually you feel yourself slump over, but you're so tired that you can't open your eyes.
You do, however, hear your friend swear before she's talking to someone else. Most likely on the phone, your mind supplies. Then you're being lifted and moved so suddenly, only to be placed down in a seat. You're cold all over again, but then you hear a car heater get turned on full blast.
"Hold on, YN. I'll get you home and you'll feel better soon."
. .
. .
When you're thrust back into consciousness, the first thing you hear is a crackling fire. Your eyelids flutter open and you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Your confusion momentarily overrides your sheer terror at not knowing where you're at, but then the soothing baritones of a familiar voice instantly calms you.
"I thought I made it clear that you were to call should you need anything." You turn your head to find Elijah sitting by your bedside. "Rebekah doesn't think you'd have made it another night had you stayed in your apartment. She said your heart rate slowed down while she was packing your clothes and you passed out. You should have called."
You know Elijah is not scolding you, he's just stating facts, but hearing it so plainly scares you. Your bottom lip trembles as your eyes fill with tears and you quickly cover your eyes with your hands before the tears can fall. "I'm sorry." You sniffle. "I just- I didn't-" You shakily exhale and try to swallow down the lump in your throat.
A hand gently wraps around your right wrist, tugging your hand from your face. "It's fine. You're here now."
Your heart starts to pick up speed at his proximity, he having leaned forward. "I didn't think it'd be this hard," you murmur.
"Didn't think what would be so hard?"
"Being an adult." You sniffle some more. "I took a lot of stuff for granted while I was under my parent's roof and now? Struggling to make ends meet while being a college student absolutely blows."
Elijah's lips twitch at the sight of your pout. His eyes twinkle in the firelight and your breath hitches when he raises your hand to his mouth, his lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Well now you're under my roof. Sleep. And when you wake up, this room has its own private bath with all the hot water you can use up and all the food you could want down in the kitchen."
"That sounds nice." Your blinks get longer and longer until you eventually can't keep your eyes open anymore. "'Lijah?" You sleepily slur.
"Yes?"
"You're my favorite Mikaelson. Don't tell the others."
Right before the void takes you, you hear muffled laughter. "I won't. You have my word."
The next time you wake up, you remember where you are and hurry to the windows to look outside. What you see is beautiful, pure white everywhere, but it's also a bit scary because the longer you look at the snow, the quicker Elijah's words come back to haunt you.
Rebekah doesn't think you'd have made it another night had you stayed in your apartment.
This is the most snow you've ever seen in your life and you're suddenly really grateful for nosy friends. As you turn around to face away from the too white picture, you see an opened door leading to a bathroom. Elijah's other words float to the forefront of your mind and you immediately look around for your bags. But finding none anywhere leads you to scope out the dresser drawers and sure enough your clothes have all been folded and put away.
Shaking your head and what was no doubt Rebekah's doing, you gather a change of clothes and head into the bathroom. It's one of the most luxurious bathrooms you've ever seen, but then again these are vampires who are over a thousand years old. Of course they'd splurge to have only the best.
Once you locate the towels and realize the shower stall has everything you'd need, you turn on the hot water and strip the second you see steam rising.
The hot shower is absolute bliss and you almost don't want to get out once you're done. But other needs must be met when your stomach starts to grumble, so you get out and dress in a set of comfortable clothes that's both warm and presentable enough to be in the company of others.
When you eventually find your way to the kitchen, all three Mikaelson siblings are hanging around. Elijah is reading the newspaper, enjoying either a cup of coffee or tea, Rebekah is staring into the refrigerator, but Klaus is smirking directly at you.
"So Sleeping Beauty finally awakens."
"Very funny, Niklaus." You wrinkle your nose as you pass him, offering a small grin as you make your way towards Rebekah. You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, leaning the side of your face against her back. "Please tell me you guys have ramen? I want all the ramen in the world right now."
"We do. Do you want me to make you some?"
"I've got it. Just point me in the direction of the pots and ramen."
As you put a small pot of water to boil, you go through the cabinets to find some spices to season the ramen better. You pull out two slices of cheese from the refrigerator and then drop the noodles into water. You wait patiently for the noodles to become tender and then drain most of the water out. You add in all the seasoning before tossing the cheese atop the noodles, mixing it until it's all melted.
"That doesn't look like the ramen on the packaging," Rebekah says as she looks over your shoulder.
"Because when you're on a budget and your daily meals consist of ramen, you find ways to spruce it up," you muse. "Wanna try?"
"No, thank you."
"Elijah? Niklaus?" You then offer them some.
Elijah politely refuses whereas Klaus' nose wrinkles. "Smells foul, love."
"Really? It smells foul to the person who prefers munching on the hearts of those who betray him?" Klaus chuckles before quickly deciding to take his leave, claiming to have people to torment. Rebekah sighs and grumbles about going with him to make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble, and Elijah just grins from his place at the table. "Would you like some company?" You sheepishly ask.
"Please, be my guest."
Putting some noodles into a bowl, you grab a fork and then a bottled water from the refrigerator before setting it all down atop the table. Then pulling out your own seat, you sit cross legged before digging in.
At the first bite, you smile with your cheeks puffed out and happily wiggle in your seat.
Elijah chuckles. "Good?"
"Mhm." You twirl some more noodles on your fork before blowing on them and then shoving them into your mouth. With another groan, you grab a napkin to dab at your mouth before sipping your water. "I'm a pasta girl, in case you haven't noticed. I will try any pasta dish at least once and then repeatedly if I like it."
"Noted." Elijah smiles at you before his eyes fall back to the paper in his hands. After a moment, he asks, "So was the bedroom to your liking?"
"Yes! Thank you." You perk up a little, grinning. "I hadn't seen that room before, so I was a little confused when I woke up."
"I know. Your heart started to beat frantically before I spoke up."
"Ahh, the perks of being a vampire," you muse. Elijah chuckles and then the two of you fall into silence as he reads and you eat.
You finish your meal without any more interruptions and then walk over to the sink to wash your dishes.
"You know we have a dishwasher, correct?"
"Yes, but I like to do things by hand. Keeps me moving since I have no idea what to do here now that I'm not secluded to the couch for warmth."
"What about your classes?"
"Canceled." Turning off the water, you grab a towel to dry your hands. "Well, at least in-person classes had been canceled. Maybe I should check my email to make sure there are no online assignments that need to be completed."
"Yes, you wouldn't want to fall behind."
You blow a raspberry in his direction before leaving the kitchen and heading for your temporary room to collect your laptop to see if there's anything that needs to be completed.
On your third day with the Mikaelsons, you've taken over their library as you attempted to complete an essay one of your professors had assigned since the campus was still closed. Elijah consistently made appearances, grabbing a book and reading quietly as you researched and typed, and Klaus showed up occasionally to paint while you worked. Rebekah was the only one to drop in for minutes at a time, just long enough to make sure you took a break and gave your brain a rest.
You're reading through one of the many journals Elijah had hoarded from centuries ago when your cell phone dings with a text message. You ignore it, but then it dings again.
And again.
And again.
"Are you going to get that?" Elijah asks.
You startle at his voice, momentarily forgetting you weren't alone. "Yeah. I guess so." The text messages just keep popping up, one right after another, and you try to read them as quickly as you can. "What the-" You frown.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"I'm not sure. Caroline, Bonnie, and Matt.. they seem worried, I think," you tell him. "Each of them asking where I'm at and if I'm okay and-" Your cell ringing cuts you off. "My dad's calling." You quickly accept it. "Hello?"
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
You flinch at the volume of his voice and even Elijah looks up from his book. "Dad? I'm- I'm at a friend's place. The apartment got too cold. Why? What's-"
"Your apartment is on fire!" Your head turns to quickly look at Elijah and he seems just as surprised as you. "We all thought you were inside. No one knew-" His voice cuts off with a sob.
"Dad, I'm okay. I'm fine." He continues to cry, and you do your best to console him. "How did a fire even start? I unplugged everything." You try to listen to your dad, but his blubbering is making no sense. But as you're on the phone with him, Klaus saunters into the room. As he passes you, you can't help but inhale deeply and then narrow your eyes. You know that smell. "Dad, let me call you back. I'll get to the apartment as soon as I can." You hang up and set your phone aside, leaning back into your seat with a sigh. "Niklaus, what did you do?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, love."
You look at Elijah, exasperated. "I believe Miss YLN is talking about the fact that you smell like smoke after she just got a very frantic phone call from her father who didn't know if she was dead or alive because her apartment is currently up in flames."
Rebekah saunters in next, expression a little too smug.
"Rebekah, please tell me you didn't have a hand in this either?"
"Well, it's not like you'd move in here otherwise." Her smug expression falls. "We did you a favor."
"You made me homeless," you deadpan. Then glancing at Elijah, you ask, "Can you take me over there? I need to see the damage."
"Of course."
"YN, we didn't-"
"I assure you we meant no harm," Klaus says. "We just thought-"
"I know what you thought, but you could have literally talked to me about leaving my shitty apartment rather than burn it down." Rebekah looks put out that you're not thanking her, and Klaus doesn't look apologetic at all, but it still makes you assure both of them that you're not angry. "I'm not mad, I'm just-" You trail off, sighing. "Please tell me you at least took out all my valuables before you set everything ablaze?"
Rebekah scoffs. "We're not amateurs. I took anything that might have sentimental value, all your clothes and all your electronics out the first night I brought you here."
You shake your head, unable to help the twitch of your lips. "You guys have been alive way too long if you thought burning down my apartment was the best way to approach me with the idea of moving in here." The two troublesome Mikaelsons start to grin when they realize you're not truly upset with them. "Now when we get back, I want all the chicken nuggets and fries from McDonalds."
"But the closest McDonalds is about twenty minutes away," Rebekah says.
"Then drive fast." Finally standing, you look to Elijah. "Ready?"
He nods. "After you."
. .
. .
The street you live on- er, used to live on- is packed with police cars, an ambulance, and two different fire trucks. The street has been taped off, but after Elijah parks and the two of you approach the officers keeping nosy individuals away, you tell them that it's your apartment up in flames and they let the two of you pass.
Across the street from your burning apartment, your dad stands there with more police officers. You make a beeline for him, accepting his hug and giving the police your statement. Elijah stands by your side as you answer everything you're asked, giving his own statement to back up your claim that you had left the apartment days earlier.
When the questions are done and over with, you're left to helplessly watch as the fire devours the place you've known as home for the last two years. When part of the roof collapses and you flinch, Elijah tucks you under an arm and turns you so your face is pressed against his chest.
"Miss?" Elijah releases his hold on you and nudges you so you turn around. There's a firefighter addressing you. "Are you the owner?"
"I rent," you tell him. "The landlord is elderly. They wouldn't be out here."
"Oh. Okay. Um, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think the house is gonna be a total loss. I'm sorry."
"Figures." You sigh and then paste on a smile. "Thank you."
Just as you turn back towards Elijah, you hear your father sigh next. "Well, I guess this means you'll be moving back in until you find another decent apartment."
"Wow, dad, don't sound too enthused now," you deadpan.
He glowers at you before looking back at the dwindling fire, shaking his head. "Your mother won't be too happy that she'll have to put all her sewing supplies into storage, but I guess we'll just have to make do."
"You know what-"
"Mr. YLN," Elijah smoothly steps in, offering your dad a hand to shake. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson. It's nice to finally meet you, sir." Your dad seems to stand a little taller, puffing out his chest as he takes Elijah in before shaking his hand. "I just want to assure you that you and your wife have nothing to worry about. My family and I will happily take in YN. My sister thinks of her fondly and we have more than enough space for her to stay with us."
"Mikaelson, huh? Your family built that fancy mansion a few years back, right?"
Your eyes roll as you groan, "Dad."
But Elijah only smirks. "Yes, sir."
"Hmm." Your dad huffs. But seeing this as the perfect outcome, he then says, "Well if there's anything my daughter needs to attribute to, I'm sure I can offer some-"
"There's no need. All expenses for your daughter will be covered by my family and I."
You can see the relief obviously wash over your dad and it pains you just a little that he so easily let someone else take care of you. You're pretty sure if one of your older siblings needed help, your parents would move Heaven and Earth for them. But for you? Apparently, your old room was just too much to ask for. "And on that note, Elijah and I will be going." You glance at your apartment, swallowing down the sadness threatening to overwhelm you. "There's nothing left for me here anyway."
Suddenly reaching for Elijah's hand, you start to tug him in the direction of his car. You wave at your dad over your shoulder, barely uttering a goodbye to him.
And then once you're in the quiet of Elijah's car, he asks, "Are you okay?"
"Not really, but what can I do?" You shrug. "Can you just drive? I don't want to be here anymore."
"Of course."
He turns the heater up in the car when he hears your teeth chatter, and you wrap your jacket around you more tightly. You let the warmth wash over you and allow your eyes to close, only opening them when he quietly tells you that you're back home.
Home.
Your eyes snap open as you stare up at the Mikaelson mansion.
Home.
You giggle in disbelief as your mind tries to comprehend how once you were enemies with the Mikaelson family, and now here you sit in the company of one as he calls his home your home as well.
Home.
"I guess this is home now, huh?"
"Yes."
Your lips twitch in amusement. "Then let's get inside. Rebekah and Niklaus better have my chicken nuggets ready for me to devour."
Elijah chuckles before using his vampire speed to exit his side of the car, only to end up on your side to open the door for you. He offers you a hand so you can easily climb on out as he grins at you. "And fries. You can't forget those."
"It'd be blasphemous to forget the salty, potato-y goodness which means I can almost guarantee Niklaus forgot them because he likes to see me suffer." You sigh sadly with a shake of your head. "Do you think the waterworks will get me dessert?"
"It's worth a shot. Shall we?"
As Elijah then offers you the crook of his arm, you hook your arm with his. "We shall."
As it turns out, Niklaus or Rebekah didn't forget the french fries. The table was laden with multiple boxes of nuggets and cartons of fries, and when Rebekah produced the small fried apple pies, you nearly cried.
Nearly.
The snow eventually tapers off as the temperatures settle back into what they usually are around this time of year, and classes resume in person. You have no issue driving yourself to and from school, but when your car starts to rattle and the vampires in your life urge you to take it into the shop, Elijah has no issue driving you to and from the college campus.
And though you were skeptical about living with the Mikaelsons in the beginning and had to deal with conversation after conversation from Bonnie and Caroline, you find yourself enjoying the freedom that comes with not having to worry about bills or what your next meal is going to be.
In fact, you get so comfortable that more often than not, Klaus or Rebekah find you cuddled up next to Elijah as you read a book or with your legs draped over his lap as he reads and you work on something on your laptop. They always shoot you knowing grins, but you wave them off and throw all your focus into your assignments.
One morning, as you're making yourself some breakfast, Rebekah saunters into the kitchen.
"Oatmeal and berries?" She asks.
"Mhm. Want some?"
"No, thanks." You take your bowl to the island bar where your laptop sits open on a document you're meant to be reading and take a seat on a stool. Before you can even get the first spoonful of warm gooeyness into your mouth, you hear Rebekah ask, "So where's my brother?"
You freeze with the spoon halfway to your mouth. "First of all, you have two brothers. And second, how should I know? I'm not either of their keepers."
"Elijah, darling. Do keep up."
"Oh." You shove the spoon of oatmeal into your mouth and shrug. "I dunno. He said something about meeting with someone and that he'd see me later."
"Mhmmm." You can feel the heat of her stare boring into the side of your head and busy yourself momentarily with your oatmeal and berries. "Can I ask you something?"
"You're gonna ask it either way, so yeah. Go ahead."
"Why Elijah and not Niklaus?" You inhale in surprise, choke on a berry, and immediately reach for your coffee. Only that seems to be a mistake as the drink is still too hot and you end up spluttering the coffee and oatmeal down the front of your shirt. Rebekah laughs.
"Goddammit, Rebekah!"
"It's a simple question."
"Yeah, I know, but-" You take the napkins she's offering you and sigh when you see your shirt is stained after dabbing away the mess.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Why Elijah and not Niklaus?" She asks again.
When you glance up at her, you see her amused grin and know she won't let this go. You're pretty sure the crush you have on Elijah is obvious to everyone under the Mikaelson roof, but Elijah's polite enough to not bring attention to it, so you settle for telling her the truth. "Don't get me wrong, both your brothers are smoking hot."
"But…?"
"But Niklaus is too chaotic for me. It's fun to hear about the drama he stirs up, but not so much when you're dragged into it. And Elijah… Elijah has this calm aura to him and can hold a serious conversation that doesn't devolve into murderous schemes unless it's to protect someone he holds near and dear. I just- I don't know. I'm more at ease around Elijah."
"Well, that's harsh, love." You freeze, Rebekah smirks, and you slowly turn to find both brothers standing there under the archway. Klaus' expression matches Rebekah's whereas Elijah is smiling a little guiltily. Knowing you were set up to admit that aloud, you sigh and go back to your oatmeal, but not before glaring at Rebekah. "I hate you."
"Pure lies," she muses. "And you're welcome."
"That's enough, Rebekah," Elijah calls out. "Let us leave Miss YLN be while she finishes her breakfast and her work. I'm sure you have locals to terrorize."
Rebekah rolls her eyes with a sigh and your lips twitch as she reluctantly leaves you be. You glance over your shoulder at Klaus, only for him to wiggle his eyebrows at you before following Rebekah.
And then when you look at Elijah, he grins. "Shall we talk when you're ready?"
"What if I'm never ready?"
"You will be."
"No need to sound so smug."
"How can I not be when I can hear your heartbeat race?" Your face starts to flame. "Or easily detect when the blood rushes through your veins?"
"Okay, I get it." You shift nervously in your seat. "We'll talk soon, just not right now." Elijah nods. "Now get out of here before I demote you to Mikaelson #2."
"Now we all know that's a bold-faced lie." You narrow your eyes at his smirk. "But I will leave you be. Until then…"
As Elijah takes his leave, you heave a great sigh. With your heart racing and face feeling more than a little warm, you try your best to focus on finishing your food and the passage you're meant to be reading.
For a week, every time Elijah walks into a room that you're in, you can't help the way your heart speeds up. Every vampire in the house does their best to hide their amused smiles, but you see them nonetheless and stew in your embarrassment until you finally realize you have nothing to be embarrassed about.
Elijah knows of your attraction towards him and wants to speak of it rather than immediately turning you down. So, in your book, that's a positive sign that he feels the same.
Hopefully.
Then by the second week, you're back to sharing the library with Elijah as you work, and he reads. And it's during this week that you end up with your head resting on his thigh as you attempt to read a non-school related book, only to end up sighing as you let the book fall closed over your chest.
"So, vampirism…" You say, waiting until you know you have his attention. When he hums, your lips twitch. "What's your take on it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've met some vampires who are all about vampirism and only have good things to say about becoming one, but I've also met vampires who completely hate what they are and the thought of creating more." You look up at him, shrugging. "I know you're completely fine with your existence and other vampires, but what's your take on me possibly becoming one?"
He tenses and immediately looks down to meet your gaze. "Is that- is that something you want?"
"What's the point in pursuing a relationship with a vampire if I'm human? I'll age, you won't."
"Would becoming a vampire solely be based on the fact whether or not we pursue a relationship?"
You snort. "No."
"No?"
"No." You sit up, but don't move too far. You turn so your body is angled towards the smartly dressed vampire you'd just been using as a pillow. "Elijah, I've been thinking about vampirism for a long time now. I've just been too chicken to ask for it."
"Why?"
"Healthcare is expensive." Elijah's expression slackens in surprise and you grin. "I'd like to live a life without worrying about throwing myself into debt just because I get an infection or need surgery."
"So, you'd want to become a vampire, not for the everlasting youth or powers or to date another vampire, but because you don't want to pay for healthcare?"
"Yep."
Elijah laughs. "Oh sweetheart, you are something else."
"Mhm. But no turning until after I've graduated. I don't want to attend classes and accidentally kill another student for annoying me."
"If that's what you wish, then we'll revisit this discussion later on down the line."
"Okay. But first I just need to see what I'm missing out on." Elijah must have been anticipating your next move because he merely smiles as you lean forward, one knee digging into the couch cushion as you then lean over him. Your hands gently grasp either side of his face so you can kiss him, and you quietly groan when he immediately grants your tongue entrance. His hands reach for your waist, guiding you towards him until you're perched on his lap. "Fuck."
You barely pull back just enough to catch your breath, your hands settling on his shoulders while his hand reaches up to trace the left side of your face. "Is your curiosity sated?"
"For now." You lean in to peck his lips once more and then pull back, reluctantly climbing off his lap. "Now I'm gonna go take a cold shower less I say something stupid and beg you to take me to bed."
He grins at you. "I see no issue with you begging."
"I'm sure you don't." You return his teasing grin. "But when our first time together happens, I want all of you. I don't want you holding back."
"Graduation is still a ways away," he muses. "Are you capable of that much restraint?"
You allow your gaze to look him up and down, and swipe your tongue across your bottom lip. Elijah smirks as you sigh wistfully and then you shake your head clear and head for the exit. "I'm gonna have to invest in a goddamn vibrator."
Elijah's laugh follows you all the way up the stairs.
As the months pass, you do your best to keep things calm between you and Elijah, but the tension between the two of you only continues to thicken. In fact, it isn't long before his siblings figure out something has happened. Klaus is the first to realize, but Elijah is a pro at redirecting the conversation and you only manage a whimper when his attention turns to you. And then when Rebekah picks up on what's going on around her, it isn't long until you cave and blurt out your entire conversation with Elijah, as well as the kiss.
Rebekah thinks it's cute that you're putting yourself through so much torture just so her brother can properly rail you into the mattress, and Klaus takes great pleasure in teasing the two of you.
But you hold strong, only slipping up here and there when Elijah looks just too good for you to resist, but never actually sleep with him. He takes what you give, chuckling when you whimper and groan when you have to walk yourself back to your room.
Graduation is then upon you and your family surprises you by showing up since you hadn't really spoken to any of them since your apartment burned to the ground. You're subjected to dinner with them, which means the Mikaelsons are subjected to dinner as well since you strongly urge them to tag along, and it's an all-around awkward night.
Your mother then manages to turn the dinner into a tense one by asking what kind of career you're going into with your chosen degree, and Elijah is quick to shut that conversation down by telling your mother you have a year to think on it since he has an all-expenses paid vacation planned for you after you've studied your ass off these last few years. That, in turn, leads to your mother scoffing and quietly berating you for riding your boyfriend's coattails, and Klaus stuns everyone by basically calling your mother a jealous cunt.
Graduation night ends with Elijah and Rebekah having to compel your family to forget the tense moments.
Days later you're surprised to learn that the vacation Elijah told your mother is actually real, and Rebekah helps you pack even though she won't be going on this trip with you- it's just you and Elijah.
Flying first class is an experience you'll never forget, nor the trip Elijah took care to plan so you could see the world and experience different cultures.
One Year Later
It's been a while since you've stepped foot in Mystic Falls and you're unsurprised that it's unchanged. Small towns are filled with people with small minds, and no one liked change when your town was as pretty as Mystic Falls.
Elijah opens your door when he parks in front of your home, and you take his hand as you climb out. Then leaning up, you press a kiss of thanks to his lips before moving past him.
"Happy to be home?" He asks.
"Yes. As much as I loved traveling the world with you, there's just something about my own bed that I was missing."
"Well, you're going to continue to miss it because you'll be moving into my room."
Your eyes roll fondly. "And you call me the impatient one."
"Yes, well…" Elijah steps right in front of you, tilting your head upward so his thumb drags your bottom lip from between your teeth. "Can you blame me?"
"Nope. I know I'm adorable."
Chuckling, he places another quick kiss to your lips. "That you are. Now let's get inside. I'll get some of Niklaus' associates to bring in our bags."
"I'm only agreeing with you right now because I want to see your siblings. Otherwise, I'd be grabbing my own bags."
"If you say so, sweetheart."
Stepping back, you practically skip to the front door and throw it open. "Honey, we're home!" You call out.
Your moment of happiness is interrupted when a hand is immediately wrapped around your throat, and you're slammed into a wall. It all happens within a split second and your eyes widen as you see Damon Salvatore hiss in your face, only to then find three very pissed off Mikaelson's at his back. "You won't heal Elena? Maybe you need a little motivation then." Damon growls, shaking you a little.
Your hands grasp at Damon's wrist, nails raking against the exposed skin there. "W-What?"
"Your new little family is refusing to help Elena," he sneers. "Maybe if their pet human is threatened, then maybe we'll get somewhere."
You make a show of being in discomfort with his hand around your neck before you cave and laugh. Klaus and Rebekah freeze, and Elijah loosens his stance as he slowly grins at you. "So, Elena decided to be a dumbass and now you want the Originals to clean up her mess? What'd she do now?"
"Got herself bitten by a little wolf," Rebekah hesitantly muses. "How are you-"
But Damon frowns as he quickly looks you up and down. "Why are you laughing?" He squeezes your throat a little tighter, but it merely causes your smile to grow.
"Because you underestimate me, Mr. Salvatore." Your smile vanishes just as quickly as you grab his wrist in your own grasp, snapping it backwards and sending the vampire to his knees. Then with a swift kick to his chest, you send him sailing across the room. "You underestimated me as a human and now you underestimate me as a vampire. Never put your hands on me again."
Damon is quick to speed to his feet, cradling his already healing limb as he stares at you in disgust. Rebekah and Klaus, however, look prouder than ever as Elijah walks up to your side, letting his fingers trace one side of your face before he kisses your forehead.
"So, you're a vampire now?" Damon huffs. "All that means is that when your guard dogs aren't around, I can torture you now without your pathetic little heart giving out."
"And that's where you're wrong." Using your newfound speed, you manage to make a dent in the wall where you shove Damon against before tossing him into the glass coffee table and shattering it. Then standing over him, you place your foot on his chest to prevent him from getting up. "You see, Elijah has always known I'd be a target for fools like you. So, when I turned, some of his friends who were looking for a favor from the noble Original made it so I also have the strength of an Original." You slowly smirk as reality sinks in for Damon. "So, you can come at me all you want, but I'll just end up putting you on your ass again and again and again."
He struggles to get out from under you, but you put more pressure on his chest to keep him in place. "Elena's your friend. You should want to help her!"
"Wrong. She stopped being my friend the moment her dumbass ended up sired to your sorry ass. Her messes are her own." You press down on his chest again until he groans and then speed back to Elijah's side where you end up tucked beneath his arm. Then glancing at Klaus, you smile sheepishly, "Sorry about the wall and table. I'll do my best to replace it."
Klaus' dimples are on full display before he lets his laugh echo around the room. Rebekah's tinkling laugh isn't too far behind. "Welcome to the family, love. And don't worry about the mess. Watching you throw around Damon was spectacular." You grin as you hear Damon huff and then Klaus turns to him. "Just this once, Salvatore. I'll help you just this once because YN has put me in a better mood. Any future bites and your doppelganger is dead."
"Fine. We'll take it."
As Klaus disappears with Damon, you turn to Rebekah who has her arms crossed over her chest and hip cocked to the side. "So how long did you last?"
"Three months."
Her eyebrow arches. "Only three?"
"I could have gone longer, but I might have goaded your brother."
"With what?"
"Rebekah, I don't think-"
You slowly smirk at her. "I told him I had this fantasy of him bending me over the railing at the top of the Eiffel Tower and he cracked. He made preparations for my turning almost as soon as we got back to our hotel."
"Okay that's enough." Elijah scoops you up just as his sister cackles and you find yourself being tossed on his bed a moment later as he crawls over you. As you grin up at him, he asks, "Did you have to share that with her?"
"Girls talk, handsome. Get used to it." You lean up, kissing him. "And besides, you're lucky Niklaus wasn't here."
"Rebekah will tell him."
"And he'll tease us until you and I decide to christen every surface in this room." You kiss again. "And the library." Another kiss. "And maybe even the kitchen."
"YOU WILL NOT BRING YOUR NAKED SELVES INTO THIS KITCHEN!" Rebekah's shout interrupts your final kiss, and you laugh as you fall back against the bed.
"Let him tease. He's the one who'll have to listen to us."
"AND ME!"
You giggle as Elijah sighs, lowering his body over you so he can rest his forehead against yours. "Maybe I should build another house for us."
"Absolutely not. I love you and I love your family. If we have to deal with them teasing us about our sex life, then so be it. It's not like they're so innocent themselves."
"You love me?"
"Always." You kiss him. "Now get up. I say the first place we christen is that fancy bathroom of yours."
Elijah is up within a split second, tugging you along.
Downstairs, Rebekah is fixing herself a mug of tea and blood when your giggles reach her ears. The giggles soon turn into a moan, and she grimaces. "Bloody hell. If I knew they were going to be this randy, I'd have invested in noise canceling headphones."
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roses are red ~ damon salvatore;the vampire diaries
word count: 2936
request?: yes!
@faithiegirl01 : “Hi amor mio!! I’ve read though some of your other works and I absolutely love them. I was wondering if I could request a Hanahaki Disease fic with either Jasper hale, Damon Salvatore or possibly Steve Harrington? I’m just absolutely obsessed with these fics so so much right now. Useally I have a full blown summary to what I want with imagines, but this time I kinda just wanna let the artist do their thing. The only thing is that I don’t really like smut, but you can put it in if you want, I myself would just skip over that part. You don’t have to take this if you don’t want to, I just think it’d be a cute fic idea and that you’d write it very well.”
description: in which she develops a disease after realizing she’s in love with one of her best friends
pairing: damon salvatore x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of a fatal sickness (Hanahaki Disease)
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It was the way he looked at her; like he needed her more than the air he breathed. Like she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the Earth. Like he wanted to worship the ground she walked on.
I wish he would look at me like that.
I don’t know exactly when I realized I had a crush on Damon. I had known him since he and Stefan moved to Mystic Falls. Of course, I thought he was attractive when I first met him, but I didn’t think of him in any sort of romantic way. At least, I didn’t think I did.
Until he told me he had feelings for Elena. Then, I started to have this bitter feeling towards Elena whenever she was around, especially when Damon was with her. It was like her very presence alone made me irritated and I couldn’t be around her for very long. Eventually, I was able to put two and two together to realize what was going on: I had fallen for the age old cliché of unrequited love for a friend who loved someone else.
It was so hard. I couldn’t just avoid Damon, he would know something was up. But watching him fawn over Elena when she was head over heels for his brother was extremely difficult.
Like right now, sitting at the bar in The Mystic Grill, watching Damon look at Elena and Stefan with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It was enough to make me want to order the strongest drink the bartender was allowed to give me.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” Damon said, finally tearing his eyes away from Elena and Stefan.
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “You have to get over her.”
He looked over at me. “What?”
I shook my head, realizing what I said would surely cause a fight. “Nothing.”
“No, tell me.” He didn’t sound mad, just genuinely curious. I could’ve made something up, or insisted it really was nothing. I could’ve easily avoided any sort of conflict.
But instead, I said, “You need to get over your feelings for Elena. It’s kind of sad to watch you pine over your brother’s girlfriend.”
The bartender passed us our drinks. I immediately downed the contents of mine, wincing at the bitter taste and burning feeling of the liquid running down my throat. Damon took a moment longer to drink his.
“You think I haven’t tried?” he asked. “To get over Elena? You think I want to feel this way about my brother’s girlfriend?”
“Drinking and having meaningless sex isn’t ‘getting over’ her,” I pointed out. “That’s just coping mechanisms. You need to actually move on.”
“I’m fucking trying,” he snapped. “But it feels impossible. She’s all I can think about. And she’s always at our place because of Stefan, which makes it worse.” He paused to take another sip from his drink. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone in this town that I would consider dating.”
His words felt like a knife through my chest. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. If that was how he felt, then fine. But it didn’t make his confession hurt me any less.
I ordered another strong drink before saying, “Well, maybe you should try at least. It’s annoying to watch you go after your brother’s girlfriend when she’ll never feel the same way for you.”
A tense silence fell over us. Damon downed the last of his drink before standing from his chair. He pulled some money from his wallet and threw it down onto the counter. I watched as he left the restaurant in a huff. Elena and Stefan shared a look before looking over at me, but I turned away before they could lock eyes with me. I had to admit, what I said was harsh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it the way I did, but I just felt hurt. Not that he would know that, but my pain wasn’t making me think straight.
I took my drink and downed half of it in one mouthful again. The minute the bitter liquid was gone, I started to cough. I thought maybe it had gone down the wrong way, but then the coughing became harder until it felt like something was coming up in my throat. I quickly ran to the bathroom and collapsed next to the toilet just as something finally came up. I spit it into the toilet and sat back. I was absolutely shocked at what I had seen.
Several flower pedals floating in the water.
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A few days later, I was sat in my doctor’s office. After the first time at Mystic Grill, I had started coughing up more flower pedals. Even in a world that included vampires, werewolves, and witches, I had a feeling that throwing up flower pedals was not normal.
I thought my doctor would want to run some sort of tests to see what was going on, if he even believed me at all. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. I barely believed it and I was the one experiencing it. But when I told him what was going on, his face dropped. I suddenly felt very nervous by his reaction.
“Miss. (Y/L/N),” he said. “This is...very serious.”
“I kind of figured,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “(Y/N), this is an illness that’s still very new. We don’t know too much about it yet because it’s very rare.” I sat up a little straighter, my heart starting to pound. “What we do know is that it’s called the Hanahaki Disease. It was first noted in Japan, thus the name being a combination of two Japanese words. There’s not a lot known about how someone gets it, except the fact that unrequited love is involved.”
Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m throwing up flowers because of my crush on Damon?!
“So, what can be done?” I asked. “There has to be a cure or something discovered for this, right?”
The look the doctor gave me didn’t give me a lot of hope. “There’s been attempts at a surgical procedure that will remove the flowers from your respiratory track.”
“Attempts?” That doesn’t sound promising.
“Well, the procedure works. The thing is...it takes away your feelings for the person you have unrequited feelings for. Feelings you will never get back. Which may sound like a good thing, but that includes friendly feelings. With this surgery, you’ll just become apathetic towards the person you had feelings for.”
Okay, that was definitely less than ideal. I would love to lose these romantic feelings for Damon. It would make seeing him fawn over Elena a lot less hurtful. But, if it took away all feelings for Damon, including friendly feelings, then our friendship really would be over, and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. That was the whole reason I hadn’t told him I liked him in the first place.
“That’s the only way to get rid of this?” I asked.
“The only other way is if the love is reciprocated, and I mean romantically not just in a friendship way.”
Well, that’s not happening.
“Can I think this over?”
The doctor gave me a look that I could only describe as pity. “You can, but try to come up with a decision soon. This illness is fatal if left for too long untreated.”
That should’ve been enough for me to agree to the surgery on the spot. My life was at risk so the solution would be a no brainer to anyone else. But there I was, days after my doctor’s visit, sat in my house with no decision having been made. My condition was getting worse. I could barley go a few minutes without coughing up a flower. I knew I must not have too long left before the fatality of the illness finally got me. Again, that should’ve been enough for any normal person to choose the surgery immediately. however, I couldn’t make that decision when I knew it would mean I’d lose Damon.
I had been holed up in my room and basically pushed my friends away. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, but I didn’t go into any specifics. They still reached out to check on me, but I didn’t respond much.
I hadn’t heard from Damon at all since that night at Mystic Grill. That was probably for the best. Talking to him right now, considering my condition, was probably a bad idea and I’d prefer him hating me if I died over him knowing I was dying because I had feelings for him.
I was in bed in the darkness of my room when I heard a knock at my front door. I ignored it, thinking it was a salesman or something, and figuring they’d just go away eventually. But, when I didn’t answer, there was another series of knocks, followed by the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I sighed, which turned into another coughing fit and a few bright red pedals landing on my floor. I groaned and reluctantly pulled myself out of bed. It seemed whoever was at my door was not leaving until somebody answered. Maybe if it was someone annoying I could just cough some flowers on them and scare them away.
But when I opened the door, it wasn’t a salesman on the other side.
It was Damon Salvatore.
“You look like shit,” he commented.
“Thanks,” I croaked, followed by another coughing fit.
Damon’s face suddenly became serious as he reached out for me. “Jesus, you really aren’t doing well.”
“No, I’m kinda dying,” I responded before I could stop myself.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“No, Damon. I’m literally dying.”
I felt him tense. I started coughing again, this time actually coughing up a few flower pedals. I caught them in my hand before letting them flutter to the floor. Damon looked at them in a mixture of shock and confusion, before wrapping his arms around me and guiding me into my own house. I let him take me to my living room, and we both sat down on the couch. Damon took one of my blankets that I always left on the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“What did you do to make yourself start throwing up pedals and apparently be on the verge of dying?” he asked. He had one arm around me, and I let myself lean into him. I knew this was probably very bad for me, for my condition, but if I had little time left, I was going to allow myself to have this one moment with Damon.
“It’s some sort of new illness,” I said. “Something that starts with an H, a Japanese word I think the doctor said.”
“Geez, should I be worried about being so close to you then?”
I smiled. For the first time in many days, I was actually able to smile. “It’s not that kind of illness. The doctor said it...it stems from unrequited love.”
There was silence. I realized Damon had been running his hand idly up and down my arm. It felt nice. Despite having kept him away for so long, I was realizing now that I really did need to see him one last time. To just have one final moment of somewhat normalcy with him.
“So...you have feelings for someone...they don’t like you back...and now you’re dying?” Damon asked.
“Apparently so,” I responded. “It’s something rare, but it’s been happening.”
“Who would be stupid enough to not love you?”
I knew that shouldn’t have hurt me, but it did. It hurt because I knew he didn’t actually mean that. Not in the way I would’ve wanted him to. But I really, really wish he had meant it that way.
“Someone who is already in love with someone else.”
“Ah,” Damon said. “That’s...that’s rough.”
I nodded. “I guess you know how that feels.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a vampire and can’t get these sorts of illnesses then.”
“Lucky bastard.”
We both started to laugh, until I started coughing again. This time, it was a lot harsher of a cough, and I coughed out more flowers than I had ever at this point. I hunched over as the flowers came up in my throat and fell onto the floor. My chest burned with every harsh cough, and part of me wondered if this was the end. Was I going to die next to Damon? The irony of that was not lost on me.
I felt his hand against my back as I finally stopped coughing. There was basically a bouquet of flowers at my feet now. It could’ve been beautiful if these plants weren’t the thing that was killing me.
Damon pulled me back so I was in his arms again. My eyes felt heavy suddenly, so I rested my head in the crook of his neck and let them close for a second.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked.
“Now is the time to,” I mumbled back. “Who knows how much longer I have left?”
I meant it as a joke, but I could tell he didn’t appreciate it as much as I wanted him to.
“I’ve never loved Elena.”
My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up to look at him. “What?!”
“Okay, I can’t say never,” he clarified. “I did have some feelings for her when I first met her, but then when she got with Stefan and...and when I met you...those feelings went away.”
“When you met me?” I asked. He nodded. “Damon...are you...are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He wasn’t looking at me now. “Depends. What do you think I’m saying?”
“Are you trying to tell me that your feelings are for me, and not for Elena?”
He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. His body language said everything. Damon Salvatore loves me, not Elena Gilbert.
There was a million and one things running through my head. I had no idea how to even respond to that. I was sure this was all some sort of hallucination caused by the disease. Like I was getting to see the one thing I wanted more than anything before I died.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Wait, no, more important question: why did you always act like you were so in love with Elena if you never were?”
“It felt easier than trying to admit to you that I had feelings for you,” he said. “I knew you never would’ve looked at me that way because you saw me as a friend. And Stefan had already clocked that I had feelings for Elena when I first met her, so I figured I would just lean into that until I could find someone else that captured my attention the way you did. But I couldn’t find anyone else, because there isn’t anyone else who makes me feel the way that you make me feel.”
He barely had the final word out before I was lunging at him, pressing my lips against his. It was a forward approach, I’ll admit, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was the words I had been waiting to hear from him for so long, and now that I was finally hearing them, it was like I didn’t have control of my body. I acted before my brain could process what we were doing. It took Damon by surprise, but it didn’t take him long to start kissing me back. He moved me so that I was actually sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His arms pulled me as close to him as I could get.
We kept kissing like that for so long that I didn’t even notice the heavy feeling on my chest had lifted, or the fact that I hadn’t been coughing up flowers anymore. I was so lost in Damon that I didn’t realize that the disease had been cured. I didn’t realize until Damon pulled away from our kiss and looked at me in shock. “Holy shit, you look so much better.”
“What?”
“You don’t look sick anymore.”
I stood quickly and rushed to the nearest mirror. He was right, I didn’t look as sickly anymore. And I felt like I could actually breathe again.
“Whoa, that happened fast,” I murmured to myself.
“How did it happen?” Damon asked, appearing behind me. “I thought it was an unrequited love thing?”
I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Damon...do you really not know who I was talking about earlier? After I literally just threw myself at you on the couch?”
I could literally see the gears turning in his head until his eyes lit up. “Me?!”
I chuckled and walked towards him. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned upwards to kiss him again. “Yes, stupid. I was talking about you.”
“You almost died because of me?”
“Kind of, but also because I was too chicken to tell you how I felt. But I’m not sick anymore.”
“Thank God for that.”
He pulled me in for another kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I had never felt so good in my entire life. I just wanted to pause in this moment and live it over and over and over again.
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Petrova
summary - games were always katherine’s intentions, and as the prized possession and girlfriend of her nemesis and doppelgänger elena gilbert, she just had to have you (2.7k)
warnings - 18+ smut minors dni, fingering, cheating, swearing, slight degradation, mentions of katherine’s past
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There was one that hated your girlfriend with a deadly intent; her name was Katherine Pierce, she was a destructive vampire, who had taken much a toll on people's lives. It was her life goal to make people sufficiently miserable, for she felt the same, she had been chased for her bloodline for hundreds of years by one of the most powerful families. Her ignited hatred was directed towards Elena Gilbert, the woman that you were dating. Elena was a spark of joy in the darkness that often gloomed over Mystic Falls, she was a symbol of eternal mortality that often had your body intertwined in comfort, however there was something in regard to Katerina Petrova that made your heart rapidly beat, and your palms grow sweaty. They shared the same appearance so perhaps that could have been why you were so drawn to her, but you knew that wasn't it all alone; the aura that she carried was addictive like a drug, it was understandable how both Salvatore brothers had fallen for the promiscuous vampire, claiming to love her at times. And whilst your feelings were not that strong towards the strong immortal, lust encased you each and every time that you thought of her, even if you were in the company of your own girlfriend, of whom you were currently with.
Her locks were straight as she combed her hands through the brunette strands, she was seated by the window in her bedroom, a familiar book beholden in between her fingers as she scrawled on the pages with ink that dispersed from the black pen that she was using. Her journal. It was filled with many secrets and first hand experiences of the dangerous encounters that she faced, and most people would be driven by the darkness inside of their souls to look inside, but you were not, you assumed it was because when it boiled down to it you had your own secrets that you had no intentions to share with Elena, and that you understood that on a personal note that there were some things that people preferred to keep private. And thus, you respected the space that she needed to release her thoughts as you lay on her bed, removing your gaze so that it was aimed up at the ceiling, and allowed your mind to drift away to your own secrets. It went back to Katherine, as though she were a sickness that you just couldn't shake, and that was a rather accurate way to describe it. Admittedly you felt quite an arise of guilt as you were splayed upon your partner's bed thinking of another woman, it wasn't right nor fair.
A part of you wished that you could tell Elena the truth about how you felt, you loved her and you had no goals to hurt her in the way that expressing your dark attraction towards her doppelganger would do. She continuously compared herself to her vampire counterpart, and you didn't need to make her feel any more insecure about their relation and indifferent outer appearances than she already did, and so you sat up, dragging your eyes over to Elena again. The way that she was so invested and lost in recounting her experience was beautiful, it was as though everything, but her body had abandoned this timeline, and that she was becoming a part of the past all over again. It caused a content smile to appear on your face; she was all that you needed, and thus you stood from the bed and began to walk towards her, catching her attention. Her opal brown eyes focused on you, lifting up from the paper she had scribbled upon as she put it on the side beside her. "It's getting rather late, I think I should head out." You told her to which she stood, enclosing the space between the pair of you, unaware of why you were really leaving. The guilt was still eating away at you, and until you awoke in the morning, it would remain there, tomorrow was going to be a fresh start, you planned not to think about Katherine whatsoever.
A small crush never hurt anybody, but this was deeper than that, and would be to Elena also. The best thing to do would be shake all remnants of emotion out of the truth, and prioritise the relationship that you were currently in. Elena wound her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies closer together, and if it were in her fashion you were sure she would have pouted, but that was definitely more of a Katherine thing. "Okay." She spoke with a smile, not suspicious in the slightest which was a major relief. "I'll miss you, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at cheer practice." To put an all-consuming finale to her words, she conjoined your lips, and that was how Katerina Petrova left your mind and was diverted elsewhere in your brain. Your hand weaved into the back of her perfectly styled hair, inherently pulling her closer to rouse more passion into the kiss, ensuring that she knew that you loved her although the pair of you hadn't said those words yet. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for her, but you forbade yourself from saying such a meaningful sentiment until she was the only one that made your stomach churn and your heart coil from impact of ravenous beats.
Finally, the pair of you split apart, your lips dragging along one another's one last time until that was it. "Bye babe." Your fingers caressed her arm as you retraced your steps out from her room, descending down the stairs and out of the house, to where you saw Jeremy talking to Alaric by his truck. You sent them a wave on your way off the drive as you walked through the streets of Mystic Falls all by your lonesome; it'd have been a stupid thing for just anyone to do, however you knew of the dangers that lurked when the sun set, and to be accurate whilst it was still in the sky. Vampires had the tactical advantage of daylight rings which therefore allowed them to perform their stalking of prey whenever they wished, and they would not disintegrate to ash for it. There was a feeling tugging at your gut when you got closer to your home that you were being followed, you whipped your head around but to no avail saw anything. Either it was all in your head or whatever had an idea to pick you up for dinner knew what they were doing, you had a suspicion of the latter and thus picked up your pace, wanting to get inside to avoid a run in with a bloodsucker.
However you should have known that it would have realised that you had caught onto its almost invisible advances, and one you were about to head down the last turning to reach your home, a hand grabbed you, tugging you into the area between two houses. A tired sigh fell from your lips; you'd recognise that intoxicating perfume any day, you'd spent hours trying to get this particular vampire out of your head and when you had finally managed to do so, she chooses to track you down. "What do you want Katherine?" The brunette cocked her head at you, snickering lightly at your question, as though she were amused by interlocking two brothers to be in love with her, which she had done before. And now you were her target, she would strip you down to your very core until you were a withering servant to her heart, and make you forget all about her doppelganger. She was far more interesting anyways, and exciting and could show you far more than the small town girl that you had committed yourself to.
But you loved Elena, she was the one that you knew logically you could have a future with, rather than being on the run with for the rest of your sorry life. "I thought it was obvious," she carried a sprawled and prideful smile upon her features, as her chocolate eyes probed at you for a selfish purpose, and you felt adequately drawn into her sultry trap. And the worst thing was, you couldn't find it in yourself to be swallowing guilt, she had captured you and intermingled your essence into her deviousness, even after all of the horrid games that she had played. You should of resented everything of her entire being, considering her satire feud against your partner and friends, however her very personality beneath her traumatic past made you evoke pity for the woman.
Sighing heavily, you kept your eyes fixed, forcing them not to roll at the suspension that she purposely left you with. "You aren't getting anything from me Katherine, so knock off the act. Leave me and Elena alone, maybe occupy yourself with Damon and Stefan as you once had; you've already ruined their lives, so allow the rest of us to get on with our own." But despite your words, that wasn't what you'd ever admit that you wanted, you loved the adrenaline that you experienced when you were in her resented company, it was dangerous and exciting, and you hated that you felt addicted to it - to her. She cocked a fragrant smile once again, her irises illuminating with deviancy, which was nothing estranged from Katherine's usual self.
"I don't care about little, precious Elena," she blankly and openly stated, daring to inch closer to your personal space which you had previously accounted to be forbidden. "However I am quite enamoured with you, perhaps you'd enjoy 'spending time' with somebody who is more exhilarating than Elena." Katherine Pierce was a confident woman, and she enjoyed putting Elena in where she thought to be her place, however you couldn't cave without a dire purpose, you did love Elena... but the sweet pungency of her perfume hit your nostrils, making your brain delirious and no doubt your actions swayed by her vixen like seduction. "Come on y/n/n, live a little. I'd be pleased to be her upgraded replacement, after all, I always get what I want."
"And you want me?" You pretended to sound astounded, an aghast facade of shock exhibiting across your face as your brows drew wearingly together. But you weren't nervous about Katherine's actions, you wanted to have control over your own, to be stubborn against her effective persuasion. Too many had fallen victim to her cunning sexual appeal, and whilst you couldn't fault them to the magnetising tug that she pulled them in with as you were conditioned with the same plague, you couldn't do that out of not only the respect that you held towards those you cared for, but yourself as well. But your body fought aggressively against your rationalising mind, desiring to be dangerously closer to the immortal woman before you.
"I haven't been vacant about that fact," she once again moved closer, her face directly before yours, "and I can't blame myself. I've always loved the chase after a beautiful woman, but the time is up and the game is finally over, because Elena or no Elena, I will take what I want, just like she did with the Salvatores." She was using the mention of Damon and Stefan to bait you, you remembered watching them pine after your girlfriend and it awoke a fuse within your human soul. Jealousy, you shared the feeling of which the vampire in your eye line held for your relationship with her soft natured doppelgänger, and it brewed a heavy weight in your chest. She had you exactly where she had intended, and she took it as her vast opportunity to whisk her face significantly closer, brushing her poisonous lips against your own.
"Then prove it Katherine." The sin washed over you, and before you knew it your body was against the uncomfortable brick wall behind you, her mouth practically devouring your own. And you hated to pursue such a cheat, but Katherine always had a point, no matter how cruel and satire it was to be. Your heart patted in your vulnerable body like a blood induced marathon, and the monster in disguise could hear every beat, and it only aroused her slyness farther. It would be sensible and a control of your morals to stop kissing her, but the way her hands massaged your hips had you squirming in conjunction to pressing your thighs together that were trapped from a sexual relief.
It was her intention to prove everything to you, and your muse of a body, she could sense through all of her versatile abilities that she was driving you stirringly insane. "I told you I get exactly what I want." She hissed from the barricade of your clashing teeth, her hands creeping inwards and creeping up to the button of your jeans, expertly zipping down its metallic fly. You were already wet, and although she knew already knew due to her stern direction of scent, it held no comparison to feeling your wetness drizzle wantonly down her fingers that had discovered the inside of your underwear.
She twirled her experienced digits around your folds, before drifting upwards to your sensitive clit, that yearned for attention every time that the enemy that shared an appearance with your girlfriend was near. "Fuck." You whimpered, throwing your head back and resting it on the neighbourhood architecture, pouting when she decided to neglect your rosey bud of pleasure, however she had no discern to uphold the desperate contact that she shared with you. Instead she travelled further between your spasming thighs, drifting the length of her finger through your wet entrance, and it easily glided inside.
"I doubt Elena has ever had you like this, holding pretty tears in your eyes." She taunted you, smirking wickedly when she added another within your walls, picking up the pace in which she fucked you with them. You wanted to bite back, yell or scream a phrase of argument, but your current predicament proved otherwise. You grew closer to the overwhelming edge, your head growing delirious, and you realised that you had never been pushed towards an orgasm so fast in such little time. "Cum for me y/n, you know you want to." It was impossible to do anything but obey the dominant brunette, and thus you followed suit of her words, your cunt clenching tightly around her two fingers as you reached your blissful landing upon your orgasm.
A few minutes passed before she retracted her fingers from within you, your mind continuing to be hazy for a long and silent moment, and you missed witnessing Katherine feeding herself from your juices that had spilled over her fingers. As you opened your eyes despite the dreary wash of endorphins that stunned your mind, reality came crashing down, and you ushered a distance from Katerina Petrova, your hands grasping at the realisation that appeared to be in your hair follicles. "Shit! Elena..." You were a cheater, as bad as Katherine back when she toyed with the brothers that had been poised as her puppets, and you had fallen as her prey.
"It's okay, it can be our little secret. And so can next time." She agonisingly attempted to comfort you, reaching her hand up to grab at your face, however this time you didn't hesitate to slap it away, overcome with guilt that should have stopped you from swaying along with her ploy of getting in your pants, and intently your heart. "No." You ushered back at her, imposing a state of redress upon yourself as you recoiled with disgust at yourself. "It shouldn't have happened, and it won't ever happen again." But the traitorous villain before you had the feeling that you were telling a lie, as she had told many in the span of over 500 long and disturbed years whilst she ran away from those that wished to hunt her. They were bigger predators, Originals, but you were merely a human, and the target of a spiteful vampire that would take everything she wanted.
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can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader
↳ When Klaus first saw you in the Mystic Grill. He was instantly in love, he thought you were the most beautiful woman his ever seen.
↳ Soon later he began following you around. Following you home, to school, and while you shop. Wherever you where he was there. Yet, he never once approached you he just kept a safe distance. He justified his actions as protecting you.
↳ He even compelled your guardian/roommate to invite him into your house so he’ll be able to keep a eye on you at night. He’ll sneak into your room and watch you sleep. He was mesmerized with every little the about you.
↳ He left little gifts in your room like jewelry, clothes, perfume, and more. You’ll wake up in the morning and see a bouquet of roses with a emerald necklace beside the roses.
↳ Of course you were terrified by someone being in your house without you knowing, yet you were determined to find out who was leaving you these gifts. When you went to question your (compelled) guardian/roommate who told you it was from a man named Klaus. You had feeling it was that guy you kept seeing everywhere you go. You knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence that he was always at the same place as you.
↳ So one day when you were out shopping you saw him in the same alley as you so you decided to approach him. You were cautious to not come off too aggressively since you didn’t know him at all and didn’t know how he’ll react so simply asked him if he was stalking you.
↳ He couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was relieved that you were the first to approach him even if you were accusing him of being a stalker (which he is). He simply explained he just wanted to take you on a date but didn’t know how to ask you. And that’s how your relationship began.
↳ Klaus is impulsive so your relationship with him moves very fast. He isn’t used to caring for someone or having someone care for him so he needs constant reassurance that you’ll never leave him.
↳ He says ' I love you ' early into the relationship and if you don’t say you love him or even think about expect him blow up on you. He’ll accuse you of not caring for him or wanting to leave him. Which you have to shut down the accusations quick unsure of what he’ll do when his angry.
↳ Klaus is extremely jealous and obsessive. His desperate for you attention and your giving your attention to someone else he won’t hesitate to kill the poor soul who dared to intrude in your relationship. Even if it’s a close friend of your he wouldn’t think twice to compel them to end their friendship with you so you’ll run back to him.
↳ He has what seems like hundreds of paintings and drawings of you. Some of them you were posing and majority of the paintings were something he did in his free time since he couldn’t get you off his mind.
↳ The secret of him being a hybrid came out, you couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. And it didn’t help that you found out by Damon and Stefan telling you all about the terrifying thing Klaus has done and why you should stay away from him.
↳ You confronted him about everything expect him to manipulate you into thinking him being a hybrid is a good thing and that all those people his hurt deserved it. He’ll go on to tell that he will always be able to protect you no matter what.
↳ When he went after Stefan and Damon for trying break the two of you apart, he would have killed the two brothers if it wasn’t for Elijah telling him otherwise.
↳ After this incident he demanded you move in with him. He wanted you to depend on him for you every need. Whenever you need or want something he wants you to always come to him for anything. And he won’t hesitate to use your weaknesses or fear to get whatever he wants from him.
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Belonging
Klaus Mikaelson x reader
(Klaus shows reader who she belongs to)
Warnings: 18+ only ,smut, rough sex, mentions of violence ( not to reader)
You stepped into the sunlit greenhouse taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. The floral and herbal scents grounding you. Your personal sanctuary whenever you needed time to yourself. Which you needed much more frequently as of late. With all the drama and fighting in the quarter leaving you feeling on edge constantly. Well maybe not constantly. You had another way of relieving your tension, Klaus Mikaelson. You knew you shouldn’t have allowed yourself to get wrapped up in him or rather shouldn’t have allowed him to get wrapped up in you but you couldn’t help yourself. He was sexy, charming, and to your defense you didn’t know he was an original until his pillow talk after he made you cum so hard five times you thought all of New Orleans must have heard you.
Even then you tried to stay loyal to your fellow witches by kicking him out immediately ,trying to ignore the distraught look on his face. Attempting to convince yourself he was faking. You had always heard Klaus was a master manipulator, evil , the worst monster there was. Yet you couldn’t help but feel the connection you had that led you back to your bed in the first place was authentic. You also couldn’t imagine him faking the way he looked at you, kissed you and caressed you. Of course the best and most passionate sex of your life had to be with someone you were supposed to hate.
Staying away obviously didn’t last long. You tried your hardest, even smacking him outside of Rousseaus too angry at him for putting one of your coven members at risk to even be afraid of him. The slap had resulted in him giving you a glare that made you think he’d rip your heart out of your chest. Instead he did something much worse and made it flutter when his mouth crashed to yours and he fucked you against the cold brick wall grunting how much he missed being inside of you.
Since then you still tried to resist him but considering he’d had you on pretty much every location in this town besides your greenhouse you guess you haven’t been that successful. Still you tried, you even went on a date last night with a very attractive trumpet player. He was kind and funny but you hated that in your head compared him to Klaus. There wasn’t the scorching chemistry when you kissed and even though you let him finger you in your doorway when he took you back home you didn’t orgasm and you didn’t let it go any farther telling him you wanted to take things slower. Luckily he was a gentleman and respected that. Giving you a sweet but boring kiss goodnight. When you crawled into bed later your hand traveled down your body and into your panties your mind wandering to how the night would have gone if it would have been Klaus.
You sighed walking further into the greenhouse your conflicting emotions eating at you. You leaned into a pot of lavender inhaling deeply trying to absorb its calming properties. Why did your life have to be so difficult ? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had fallen in love with a man said to have no heart. What were you going to do?
“ Hello (y/n),” a familiar voice sounded behind you.
You jumped hand flying to your racing heart “ what the hell Klaus.” You scolded turning to look at him your face dropping as soon as you saw his. There was an anger In his eyes that had never been directed at you before. A look you had seen multiple times before someone’s head was removed clean from their shoulders.
“ I’m sorry were you expecting someone else ?” He said venom in his voice.
“ no, you just scared me half to death I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” You said breathless nervous as to why he seemed so upset.
He crowded you “ are you sure about that ?”
You gulped and answered honestly, “ yes, you know I come here to be alone.”
“ Oh I’m sorry I guess I just thought maybe the man who you fucked last night would be here since he’s obviously more important than me .”
Your eyes widened “ Klaus I didn’t.” He slammed his hand down on a table beside you.
“ Don’t fucking lie to me!” He yelled jolting you “ I had a special delivery sent to you last night and what a surprise when I was told it couldn’t be delivered due to you being fucked in your doorway !”
Your mind raced, that was not what happened, what was he having delivered and why was he so upset?
“ Klaus that’s not what happened.”
“ Oh no ? And I’m supposed to trust you ?” Now that hurt but that hurt tuned into fury.
Your eyes blazed back into his “ for your information, not that I even have to tell you as we’re not exclusive I went on a date! We kissed and he fingered me and wanted sex and I said no and he went home! You know what, if I had fucked him I’m a grown woman and I can make my own choices and” your body quickly hit the back of the large wooden table that took up the center of the greenhouse taking your breath away for a second. Klaus had his upper body hovered over yours as he gripped your waist with one hand making you feel vulnerable.
The look in his eyes became slightly softer, “ tell me then is that what you really want ?” You looked up at him confused.
“ what?”
“Is that what you really want (y/n)? Meaningless sex with meaningless people? To keep denying the true depth of your feelings for me and to pretend that I don’t feel the same ?” His hand on your waist slid under your shirt softly caressing your skin. “ or do you finally want to accept that you belong to me?” His hand moved down your side and in between your thighs causing a gasp from your shocked lips. “ that your pussy belongs to me.” Pressing his hand harder causing pleasurable shockwaves.
“ yes ,” you moaned helplessly. You had always wanted him, wanted to be his, no more denying.
His satisfied smirk showed he knew your answer but he was devious after all “ yes what ?” He asked lowly.
“ yes I belong to you. please Klaus,” you writhed and begged trying to get more friction where you needed it most.
A wide smile covered his face and he gripped your legs pulling one on each side of him. Your ass almost dangling off the table. He thrust his hips into yours and you moaned wishing the clothing between you was gone. Always knowing what you need Klaus ripped of your pants and underwear swiftly before pushing his own down. His thick cock sprung free before he gripped it in his hand and began to slide it up and down your wetness teasing in a delicious way.
“ please Klaus,” you begged again trying to move and sink yourself down on him bit he wouldn’t allow it.
He leaned into your ear hot breath giving you chills “ tell me again (y/n) who do you belong to ? Who does this pussy belong to?”
“ you, please Klaus it belongs to you.” He thrust into you filling you completely and stilling, letting your walls adjust to him.
“ that’s right, this pretty little pussy belongs to me, and I’m gonna treat it so well,” he growled in response before quickly pulling out and slamming back into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head. This is what you needed. What you always needed. His slow forceful thrusts finding that spot inside of you no one else had ever reached. Fuck you were already feeling close. On cue Klaus put his hand where you needed it most rubbling soft circles as his cock jolted you on the creaking table.
“ fuck I’m cumming,” you cried as you tensed around his extra hard thrust.
Shaking even harder hearing the smile in his voice “ that’s my good girl .” Before your orgasm fully ended he ripped your shirt open freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze and pulled your legs over his shoulders lifting your hips with a bruising grip and began to pound into you ferociously. Your hands gripped the edge of the rough table, body unsure of how to handle such pleasure. He snarled as he bounced you on his cock “ touch yourself ,” he ordered sharply and you obeyed a hand that previously had a death grip on the table reaching in between your thighs. A few circles around your clit and you were cumming again not even aware of the words Klaus was saying as praise.
His thrusts slowed and softened and he leaned his body over yours completely. His mouth met yours in a slow passionate kiss his tongue expertly caressing yours. You moaned into his mouth as he reached down and removed your hand and began to rock into you so close that his body was putting a delicious pressure on your clit. Slow and intimate. His fingers wrapped in your hair, your hands gripping the leather jacket he never bothered to remove. You were so exposed and vulnerable compared to him. He pulled his lips away and gazed into your eyes, the pleasure evident on his face, his kiss swollen lips and messy hair showcasing how he truly was the most beautiful creature on this planet. And he was yours. You began to tighten and shake around him and without thinking the words tumbled out of your mouth as you came.
“ I love you Klaus,” the words sent him over the edge. His eyes widened and he threw his head back letting out a pleasured sob as his cock twitched spilling inside of you.
His head fell into your neck kissing it sweetly as you both came down from your highs. “ I love you (y/n), you belong to me and I belong to you, always and forever.”
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Y/N: Klaus is hot.
Elena: He’s dangerous.
Y/N: That just makes him hotter.
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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 4
Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): you have whipped cream on your nose
Word Count: 923
Story Description: When (Y/N) can't sleep, they cook. Today, they're cooking pancakes, Damon's sort of favorite food. Though he's hungry for another type of delicacy.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x NonBinary!Reader
Warnings: implied smut
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Insomnia? Just Eat
There was never much downtime for anyone with knowledge of the supernatural in Mystic Falls. Whether you knew of vampires, werewolves, witches, or whatnots – or you knew about them – there wasn’t a day that went by without some trouble brewing.
So, when they had even a few hours by themselves, everyone used them as best they could. Whether it was to catch up on much-needed sleep, spend time with their families and loved ones, or simply rest. As the world continued turning, ignorant to the dangers that truly lingered, others fought to keep them safe and valued the time they didn’t have to.
In the Salvatore boarding house, everyone was sleeping, enjoying one of those rare moments of tranquility — they knew it would not last long. And they were going to enjoy it as best they could. Well, except for one person.
(Y/N) was notoriously known for their insomniac tendencies. When they slept, it was only for a couple of hours at a time, never finding that much-needed slumber. As everyone dreamed, they were wide awake, cooking in the kitchen.
When they couldn’t find that sliver of sleep they needed, they would bake, they would cook, and they would sometimes clean – rarely the latter. If their mind was awake, they had to keep busy in some way.
That winter morning, as a blanket of snow covered the lawn outside and locked them in the house, they were in the kitchen cooking pancakes. A mess of flor was strewn about the floor, eggshells were scattered on the counter, and they were covered in specks of batter. It was a messy sight, but they were having fun, their concentration completely on the fluffy pancakes on the stove.
From the entryway, Damon watched the scene unfold. He leaned onto the archway on his shoulder, a wide smile painted onto his face. He recalled the time he had been stuck in the prison world. Cooking pancakes just like they were doing, trying his best to keep a sane mind in that crazy place. The only difference was (Y/N) wasn’t there. Though he was with Bonnie, he’d never felt so alone in a long time.
“Quite a mess you’ve made here,” he spoke up, startling his partner that was concentrated on the food and the Christmas music that was quietly playing in the room. “Never thought pancakes could be this messy.”
“They are when they’re Christmas pancakes,” they smiled. (Y/N) picked up a plate and showed Damon proudly their concoction. “It’s a gingerbread man!”
“Oh! I mean, it looks like it’s supposed to be a gingerbread man,” Damon chuckled. “Looks good… enough. Why don’t I take over? You can start decorating them.”
“Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I forgot you were the resident pancake expert.”
“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice.”
They sat down on the island, opposite of Damon, as they took the pancakes that were already made. In bowls, there were red M&Ms and chocolate chips, and there was a can of whipped cream. They placed two pancakes on each plate and started decorating. With the M&Ms, they gave the little figure buttons. With the chocolate, eyes, and a smile. And with the whipped cream, a scarf.
“Finished!” They exclaimed, the can of whipped cream still in their hand. As they threw their arms into the air, they accidentally pressed the tip, sending whipped cream everywhere. “Shit, sorry!”
The pair burst out in laughter, the spray only adding to the mess that was scattered on the kitchen. Damon circled the island with a cloth, helping (Y/N) to clean up the goo that had landed on their body. He wiped their clothes, then their arms, and finally their face. And he couldn’t help the look of adoration that clung to his eyes.
Moments like these were rare. Where the biggest problem would be cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the insane amount of pancakes they had cooked. It made them both feel normal – human. They were not a vampire and their supernatural-fighting partner. Simply two people in love cooking breakfast on a winter morning.
“You still have some whipped cream on your nose,” Damon pointed out, a look of mischief taking over his face.
“Are you gonna clean it up?” (Y/N) teased. “You know I can’t see it.”
Damon walked closer until he was situated in between their open legs. With a toothy grin, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whipped cream away. He then traveled to their mouth, placing a hard and passionate kiss on their lips. (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck, their hands pulling softly at the hair on his nape.
A groan escaped his lips. Heat rising between them. Instinctively, (Y/N) wrapped their legs around his waist, pressing Damon even closer to their body. Soon enough, their kissing turned into a steamy makeout and neither could deny the want that was growing between them.
“What do you say we take this upstairs and I give you an early Christmas present?” Damon grinned.
“But what about the pancakes?” (Y/N) said innocently. “I don’t want them to go to waste.”
“I can assure you they won’t,” he chuckled. “I’m sure Stefan will eat them.”
“And the mess?”
“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” Damon growled. “Now, hang on, baby.”
(Y/N) tightened their legs around his waist and their arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before he sped them to their bedroom. There, another type of feast was held.
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damon salvatore—in the path of a lightning bolt
.ೃ࿐ྂ damon salvatore x fem!reader
summary: there’s a mysterious man at the bar. do you know him already? [warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol, mentions of food] -> i’m not super happy with this but i’m posting it anyway.
word count: 1.9k
fanfic no. 018
walking into the mystic grill, you sighed a deep breath of relief to be far from everyone else, far from elena, caroline and bonnie. there was something going on with all three of them and none of them had bothered to clue you in. you were the outsider, and you’d no idea what you had done to deserve it.
ever since stefan had come to town, everything had been different, especially elena.
you sat at the bar, hopping up on a stool before the young looking bartender. it seemed busier than usual, though you weren’t sure why. the bartender gave you a smile but you weren’t quite interested in ordering yet. turning around the survey the rest of the room, you saw what looked to be a rather rowdy party heading over to the bar from the back of the grill. you recognised one of them, though you weren’t sure from where. his eyes lit up when he saw you—he’d caught on faster than you had—and he began approaching your stool.
“y/n?” he said as if in astonishment. but no one ever left mystic falls.
“sure is,” you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you couldn’t really remember him.
“great to see you! are you meeting someone?” he asked, not hiding his intentions very well.
“uh, no!” you smiled coyly, wondering if this might win you a free drink. it was all a game, truly.
“awesome,” he smirked, and you could see his demeanour changing upon learning this new information. “can i buy you a drink?”
“sure, why not?” you said, as if it wasn’t what you were hoping for all along.
“what do you want?”
“how about some tequila?” you suggested innocently.
he scoffed slightly, for it wasn’t often people asked for tequila when someone offered to buy them a drink—it usually informed the buyer of their disinterest in them in favour of free intoxication. but he was a man and he wasn’t going to complain about your drink of choice, he was simply happy you took him up on the offer.
the bartender barely gave you a second glance when the man ordered four shots for the both of you. you declined the lime and salt, took the shots eagerly and waited for him to finish his routine of licking salt from his hand, drinking the shot and then biting into a lime twice over until he was finished. he smiled with anticipation when the shot glasses were empty, but for some reason his joy began to fade in an instant.
“why don’t you go enjoy your party?” a voice came from behind you, and the man before you did as he was told without another thought.
“so, long day?” the voice asked you, sliding in next to you at the bar.
you turned to look at the person who had ruined your chance for free drinks. he was handsome, there was no denying that—his beauty was almost timeless. but he had ruined your carefully crafted plan, so this was no time for pleasantries, especially since you couldn’t quite see what was so intimidating about him that the man before would simply give up without complaint.
“maybe,” you said, hoping to be blunt enough to push him away.
there were plenty of people in the mystic grill, plenty of other people to bother, so why did it have to be you? maybe it was because you were here alone, a perfect target. though, you could think of worse; this man had a dangerous sense of allure about him. his pale blue eyes promised something you weren’t sure you wanted. but you always thought there was no harm in peeking.
“hmm, boyfriend got you down?” he asked, downing the bourbon he had ordered in one, clean sip. “or girlfriend?”
“no, he’s-”
“oh, but there is someone? so, am i too late?” he smirked coquettishly. you were about to complain about elena’s boyfriend, but perhaps there was another, more intriguing, way to get drinks in this bar.
“depends on what you have to offer,” you shrugged.
there was a glint in his eye as he shuffled closer to you. “anything you want,” he whispered closely. his breath was stained with alcohol, but at that moment, it was all you wanted.
the man eyed the empty shot glasses and the half eaten limes next to you and began to eye the bartender. “four more,” he asked quickly, before turning his attention back to you.
“and you think you have what i want?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, thanking the bartender silently as he passed you and the mysterious man more shots.
“i think,” he began, eyeing your lips as you put the small glass to them. “you know exactly what you want, and you wouldn’t waste your time on me if you thought i didn’t have it.”
how interesting, that he would be right having just met you. but staring at him now, he was beginning to look oddly familiar. the messy black hair, the dark menacing eyes, that thrilling smile. maybe he hadn’t just met you. maybe he was someone who watched you from afar, just like he did everyone else. someone who learned people’s secrets before he introduced himself so he always had the upper advantage. someone who thrived on an invisible power dynamic.
“i know you,” you accused, narrowing your eyes at the so-called stranger.
his smile never faded, but he didn’t speak either. it was a perfect mask, you thought, indifference. the more the two of you stayed quiet, you silently analysing him, and him smirking at you analysing him, the more you saw past his mask. he was starting to get a little nervous. but why? who was he? you were just about to give up when his smile dropped completely. and then, you knew exactly who it was, damon salvatore.
“you’re damon, stefan’s brother,” you named him, “what do you want with me, damon?”
he seemed amused that you’d figured it out, humoured that you’d challenged him. he thrived on chaos, living life on the edge of a knife with the blade up. “not much,” he raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. “where’s elena? with stefan?” he taunted.
“what’s it to you? want to know all their secrets?”
“oh, i know all of their secrets. i’m more intrigued by you. you’re very interesting,” he laughed, but you weren’t at all sure his words were genuine.
his laugh might have been enough to convince you to believe him, but you remembered elena’s warning about stefan’s older brother. though she wouldn’t tell you more than was necessary. she was always keeping secrets these days. perhaps that was why you wanted to know more, to know what made him tick, or perhaps it was completely out of elena’s influence.
“i have a feeling you already know all my secrets. you don’t seem the type to offer any part of yourself before knowing the other’s weaknesses,” you pointed out, taking your last shot, beginning to feel the strong liquor take effect.
“what’s the use in knowing your weaknesses? no, i like to know your strengths, that way i can play to them,” he corrected, offering you a sip of his bourbon. you laughed at him, bowing your head, but took the glass between your fingers.
“you’re good at the game, i’ll give you that,” you smirked, taking a sip and letting the liquid sit on your tongue for a moment.
“what can i say?” he accepted your compliment. “but games are all well and good, it’s much more fun when you have an opponent who hates to lose.”
so it’s not the winning he enjoys, as much as beating someone who prides themselves on never losing. but if he wasn’t playing games with you, what was he doing?
“i think i’m starting to figure you out,” you dared.
“i don’t think so.” was he nervous? “and besides, there’s no need, you’ll only ever know what I tell you.”
“well that’s not true at all, is it?” you laughed, scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion.
“isn’t it?”
“well, you’ve never said you’re handsome, have you? but i know that about you,” you pointed out, looking rather smug until you realised just exactly what you’d revealed. perhaps the tequila was going to your head.
he didn’t reply, only smiled and nodded as if in agreement. of which part, you weren’t sure. it began to get quite rowdy behind you again, and it was clear form the increasing noise that the party were nearing the bar for more drinks.
“should we get out of here?” he asked in a low rumble, leaning closer to you.
the sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you perked up a little higher in response.
“yeah, i think we should,” you grinned.
you hopped down from the stool and stumbled a bit, becoming, for the first time, acutely aware of the amount of alcohol you’d had in such a short period of time with little food in your system. he caught your arm and held you up gently, steadying you. you tried to ignore the heat you felt where his hand clasped around your arm and where his own arm wrapped around your waist, but that was quite nearly impossible. damon walked you out of the bar and called for a taxi, all while keeping hold of you like you might disappear or hurt yourself accidentally.
the cab was quick to stop for the two of you and damon opened your door and helped you in, making sure you had your bag safely with you. he quickly entered from the other side, dropping in beside you and leaning against the window. you hadn’t fastened your seatbelt, though damon hadn’t noticed, so you slid along the leather seats or the cab closer to him. damon looked at you, almost surprised. you liked that, to surprise someone that always seemed to be one step ahead. he flashed a quick smile before leaning in a little closer, surprise seemingly left behind as fast as it had come. you pushed closer to where you wanted to be, closer to what might be dangerous, closer to what might have consequences. there were a few hesitant moments before your lips collided in a quick, tender kiss that was much better than you could’ve imagined. his cold hand moved to your jaw before caressing your neck, and you moaned slightly at his icy fingertips touching your heated skin.
damon pulled away suddenly. “this is me,” he informed the driver. the car pulled over and damon opened his door, exiting the car swiftly and adjusting his jacket.
pouting as he got out, you reached for his fingers, but only skimmed the palm of his hand. he bent his head so he could see you clearly, but he wasn’t smiling or smirking, he was simply looking at you for a split second before the armour he wore took shape again.
“come and find me when you’re running on more than tequila, i’d be more than happy to entertain you for a while,” he offered with a wink before addressing the driver. “2104 maple street for her please,” he asked, handing over some money. “elena’s been looking for you.”
he shut the door before you could respond and you watched him as the car began to drive away, turning look at him through the back window as he stood in the middle of the road, smiling as you left him behind.
‘come and find me’, you thought to yourself with a grin.
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You were in the prison world with Damon and Bonnie, but unlike them, you managed to bond with the Siphoner because you're one too. The information Kai was able to give you was invaluable.
You and Kai bonded over being different, and somehow the sociopath was able to get used to your presence without wanting to kill or hurt you. He liked that you understood the pain of being a magic-less witch.
Then when he merged with Luke, his feelings for you became apparent, unfortunately for Damon, who had fallen for you too.
"She would be better with me instead of a pork rind-munching sociopathic sibling murderer." Damon glared at Kai, hating him even more now than he ever did in the prison world.
Kai rolls his eyes with a scoff. "Didn't you kill your own nephew? Listen up, Damon, she's mine, and that's never going to change" The patronizing pat on the vampire's shoulder only made things worse between them.
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waking up, going back
word count: 1255
warnings: none
music: I'm with you by Avril Lavigne, Honeymoon, Salvatore by Lana Del Rey, Forget by Marina
kai parker x reader, Stelena (4eva), Damone alone lmao
author's notes: I mean if I can make at least one person associate blink-182 with Kai through all of my works, my job on this planet is completed
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Looking at them, normal, dancing, was bizarre. They lived like usual, and nothing, utterly nothing changed. Life actually got good. So good, in fact, that people started getting married. First, Elena and Stefan, now, Caroline. She looked like a proper Italian bride from heaven in her long-tailed white floating dress with puff shoulders and embroidery. The embroidery on her chest, the symbol of her supreme beauty and fairness. You saw her and her husband like through a matted glass, whether you cried or was already drunk, or the colored smoke from the smoke machine got into your eyes. It was a picture from a movie dedicated to somebody else, never in you life have you felt so helplessly distant, so detached from them. The beautiful guests, dressed so impressively outlandish, like the marriage party was located on a sea shore, no less. To actually remember that you were still in Mystic Falls, you had to actually leave the tent, but who would dare? Even with the smoke getting into your eyes, and the dense air, the irritating yellow of the flowers, while Caroline was given into marriage by her mum. The ceremony felt like an ancient ritual that you sneaked to. You looked at yourself in the reflection of a knife. your face and hair were still done, and your elegant purple dress still drew glances. However, when the eyes drawn made out who was hiding under all the makeup and the garments, people looked away. You had been invited and actively worked on by Elena to enjoy yourself, but nobody wanted you here. People felt uneasy around you now. They said, why won't she leave the town if she hates it so much here?
The worst part, objectively, was watching Elena and Stefan dance. And Damon, devouring them with his hungry, resltless eyes. What an irony, that someone who has fresh scars from their love taken away from them, would do the same to another. Damon had been robbed of love not once, but twice, by his own brother. First, Katherine, now, Elena, who turned towards the light after all. And now, look at them go! Her in her dark pink dress, with flowers slithering along her waist, and her long golden hair, she was almost as stunning as the bride. No matter how much Elena tries to plain herself down, it never works, she is always the moment of the room. You unglued your stare from the couple and looked at Damon again. Out of coincidence, you both downed your glasses at the same time. There was bitterness in the way you resembled each other, actually. Damon knew very well what it's like, to see someone else have your happiness. Only, to you, Stefan and Elena weren't the burning sore in the eye, but more like sculptures. They meant nothing to you but missed opportunity. They were too beautiful to approach. Killing Kai, Damon told you: he's not for you, like he always did. Now he was watching his brother telling him the same in every little move he made. The little ring on Elena's finger told him he would never get what he craves the most, and maybe, Damon Salvatore was cursed to fall in love again and again with the same person, and being robbed of them. With curiosity you thought, what if he waits until the next Elena is born, and tries it once again. He'll have to wait until she is of age, until she is herself. And then someone else will come and tear her away from his hands. Maybe it even will be you.
Gloating about someone else's misery was not good at all, but you weren't left with much. Gloating was all you had left to do. You had nobody to dance with, nobody to carry away from this wedding when you get ugly drunk. Damon did a horrendous thing when he killed Kai but kept you like a pet, like a fake friend, so that you could still breathe, because you were local, and because all of this was a horrible mistake. He knew better, he always did, like a tyranic older brother. He was crooked on the inside, Damon, and cruel, and very, very alone. You wondered if he had dreams of Elena.
Oh you felt mutilated. You didn't miss him per se, you were too numb to feel that. Exhausted by the non-stop nightmares, and sore about everything, tired of constant explosive fights. But you felt like someone crawled inside of you and stole a couple of ribs. You were one step away from being labeled as the villain in this story, hense the purple dress. Nobody gets to stay good if they're in love with a homocidal witcher. Who respects and regards nobody. You were now in the middle, on a thin thread, between friends and animosity, and nobody really knew what to do with you. In the depths of their souls they started to feel guilty, but everybody found a way to justify it. In truth, the ways to justify killing Kai were mostly neatly lined up in cemetery. You could go there any day and bitch about your lost love. But it was more than love, more than addiction. If there exists something that describes the overall predisposition, that would be it. You could do nothing about your dark side, and they could do nothing about you.
So, why not leave?
Every day you found a new reason. What if you bleed once you leave Mystic Falls, where you at least know what to do. You can go around and quarrel with the Salvatore about everything. If you leave, you'll have to face the shattering realization that life without magic, without the hunt, does not interest you anymore. Living in a bubble is so fascinating and so comforting.
You wanted to be home, where, in the drawer of your little desk, you had a notebook where you wrote down your weird dreams. Last three or four ones you couldn't remember, and it puzzled you. On the better days you were glad, because almost every time, you woke up screaming.
The last one had been especially horrible. As you sat up on your bed, you hallucinated shadows in the bedroom. There was burning sensation all over your body. You couldn't catch it. You didn't know. You just knew that those dreams should have been placed neatly in a big picture, but the memory, and the fragments, didn't make any sense.
Maybe it was time to come to terms with it. It was almost a year already, and nothing changed. Life went on, on the most part. Maybe it was time to be normal again, and be like them. Pretty dresses, busy noses, easy boyfriends, and the drama. Collective decisions, vampire shenanigans. Maybe you could have a beautiful Mediterranean wedding, too, in a tall, soft beige tent. Maybe you should let Mystic Falls consume you and be a part of the crew.
Caroline, or whoever it was, that compiled the wedding playlist, decided that Lost Without You by blink-182 was a good choice for a melancholic mood. Slow dance, sure.
Since he died, the little signs you invented for yourself, like little blinking stars, followed you everywhere. And now, listening to the song that definitely didn't belong to Caroline, to this place or their universe, made you feel like there was something to wait for. You didn't take the hints seriously, you just felt traumatized.
But champaign suddenly tasted a little better.
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This is Why I hate Attention Chapter 5
Heyo! I am posting chapter 5 of my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.
Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries
Rating: M
Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape
Please note these warnings are for the whole series.
Pairing: I do not have an official pairing yet.
Words: 1.9k
Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4
Chapter 5
-Mystic Falls, Virginia-
Jessica gazed at her aunt and her siblings before she went wide eyed as she was suddenly hugged by Elena out of all people. It took her a full minute to register that not only was her sister hugging her, but Elena was also crying into her shoulder. Jessica furrowed her brow confused. Why would Elena be crying for her out of all people? Could Elena know about what Stefan and Damon did to her? The 15 year old immortal swallowed thickly as Elena pulled away from her. “What was that for?” she asked softly slightly confused.
Elena gazed at her sister and murmured, “I know.” She swallowed thickly and sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I know what they did to you, and I couldn’t bear to stay near them. Rose has been helping me take measures to make they can’t come into the house anymore as well as protect Jeremy, Jenna, and Matt.” She wrapped an arm around Jessica and looked at Elijah swallowing thickly. “Thank you…for saving her and helping her.” The Doppelganger smiled as Elijah nodded to her and turned to face her Aunt who happily invited Jessica into the house.
Jenna looked at Elijah and hummed softly before glancing at Elena. “Should I also invite him in?” the redhead asked raising an eyebrow seeing how Jessica seemed to see him as some sort of parental figure. She looked at Jeremy who gave a shrug as he didn’t really know Elijah and then at Elena who was quiet for a moment. “Let’s talk it over inside,” she said to her nieces and nephew before looking at the Original. “Give us like ten minutes okay,” she told him and gently shut the door after her nieces came inside.
Jessica bit her lip and looked at her family as she stood to the side inhaling sharply as Elena gave her a mug that had blood from a blood bag that had been warmed up in the microwave by Rose. She gave a shy smile to her sister and to Rose in thanks as she was hungry and her anxiety was making her hunger worse. She sat at the table and looked at Jenna as their guardian asked if Elijah was trustworthy. Jessica nodded shyly. “I think he is….then again maybe I am a little biased because he has been helping me the past almost week. He spent a lot of money on me, and his witches have been really nice to me. He even got me a Daylight Anklet to wear as well as the ring…” Jessica began rambling about everything Elijah has done for her the past week and blushed as she realized her siblings and Jenna and even Rose were staring at her very amused. “Shush your faces,” she grumbled at them hiding her face in her mug of blood. “This shouldn’t really be about me especially since my emotions are all over the place at the moment,” she whispered lightly and tensed for a moment as Jeremy hugged her. She held her breath as she slowly hugged him back. She didn’t want to hurt anyone of her family members, and knew that being around them would help her gain more control. However, she had a feeling that her cravings were going to be hard to manage for the rest of eternity. She knew that Elijah had control, but he had told her it took him centuries to truly gain control. She was scared that she wouldn’t be able to get a handle on being a vampire very quickly. She wanted to be able to have some kind of normalcy back in her life since she was now dead and immortal for all time. Jessica blinked as Rose placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Elijah keeps his word. I have a feeling he has promised to show Jessica what she needs to be a vampire. He will do anything and everything to make sure she is stronger than when she was human,” she stated smiling softly as she looked down at Jessica. The 500 year old vampire gave Jessica’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. She knew Elijah could easily get retribution for anyone who betrayed his family, but she – like Elijah – wanted to help Jessica become the best version of herself now that she was a vampire. “Plus, normally wherever Elijah is, Klaus is close behind. Something tells me they had a falling out over the last hundred years meaning that Klaus is more than likely not with Elijah. Now, that does not mean that Klaus isn’t having people watch Elijah to keep track of his movements, but we can’t really know until Klaus makes himself known.”
Jenna bit her lip lightly and hummed for a moment before she nodded and went to the door to see Elijah waiting on the porch gazing out at the trees in front of the Gilbert home. “Can you promise me both Jessica and Elena will be safe?” she asked him her voice sounding as though his life depended on his answer.
Elijah gazed at her and nodded. “You have my word,” he responded back to her. He slowly stepped over the threshold as he was invited into the Gilbert home by Jenna. He gave a nod to Rose as well as the Doppelganger in greeting. “You are correct in your deduction Rose-Marie. Niklaus and I are not on the best terms. In fact, it was why I was looking for the Petrova Doppelganger. I plan to kill Niklaus for what he did to the rest of our family.” He could feel Jessica’s concerned expression gazing at him and sat between Jenna and Elena seeing they were all confused. “I am not the only Original Vampire….my siblings are also Orignals.” He cracked a smirk at the shocked expression of the Doppelganger. “I believe the term you’re looking for is…OMG,” he said with a hint of sass and sarcasm. Elijah – while watching over Jessica – was slowly coming to terms with what he hid behind the red door of his mind. The door wasn’t fully open, but watching over and training a newborn vampire brought out something in him that was forcing him to see himself in a different light than the painting he had tried to create to cover the door and lock it away. The past thousand years he had spent trying to hide away behind a painting…a façade that he was better than his siblings…who killed and took what they wanted. He had killed plenty over the last millennium, and he was not innocent. However, he was going to try his best to be good. He was going to do everything in his power to overcome the demons he had spent 1000 years running from. The brown haired Original glanced at Rose who seemed to notice the change in Elijah. He gave a subtle nod to the younger vampire and looked back out at the Gilbert family as Elena spoke up.
“Wait…what exactly did Klaus do to your family?” Elena asked tentatively. She was nervous now because if Klaus killed Elijah’s family then what lengths would Klaus go to get her and kill her.
“Niklaus…he placed our siblings in caskets and threw them into the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean,” he spoke lowly looking away from them as his emotions rose to the surface. He gave a heavy sigh. “Our siblings our gone due to his treacherous ways of paranoia and betrayal.”
Jessica frowned slightly as she watched Elijah. From the stories that he had told her, the idea of Klaus dropping his siblings into the ocean seemed wrong. The concept of him acting like that sat wrong with her. She didn’t fully understand why, but Jessica knew that Klaus couldn’t have killed his siblings…his family that easily. “Didn’t you say that Mikael was after all of you especially Klaus? What if he used those daggers you told me about to protect your family from your psychotic father?” she asked before her brain caught up with what she said. She went wide eyed and looked down at her now empty mug and swallowed thickly.
Elijah stared at Jessica for a long moment. What Jessica said had merit. The idea of Niklaus daggering their siblings to protect them from Mikael was very plausible. It could also be why Niklaus was so hell bent on breaking his curse and becoming a hybrid. The Original closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. He knew Kol always caused a ruckus wherever he was. Rebekah was too easily swayed by her emotions. Finn was always more of a supporter of their mother and hated what they had been turned into. He opened his eyes as he sat back in his seat as if he had been hit in the face by reality itself. He looked at Jessica and gave a small smile. “To be honest I never truly thought of it that way. I….I always believed that Niklaus had lost his humanity over the years…not that he was protecting us. You might be onto something Jessica,” he said lightly and looked at Rose-Marie. “How confident are you that you can protect the Gilbert Family Rose-Marie?” he asked raising an eyebrow at her. The 500 year old vampire seemed very protective of the Gilberts probably due to what Elena had discovered about the Salvatore brothers.
“From Damon and Stefan Salvatore and vampire that is not as old as I am….rather confident. However, there is the problem of my situation of not being able to walk in the sun and the Salvatores are,” she said leaning against the island counter as she looked at Elijah swallowing thickly. She hoped that maybe Elijah would be able to get her a piece of Daylight jewelry by helping and protecting the Gilberts.
“I will be able to take care of that for you…if you can prove yourself and help Jessica as well. There are many things that I have to do especially if Niklaus will be arriving soon as word has probably gotten out that the Petrova Doppelganger exists once again. Be warned he will try to take what he wants by force, but I do have a way for you to stay alive after the ritual. I will try to find Niklaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, but I do not know where he is at the moment,” Elijah explained as he stood and fixed his suit jacket nodding to them before smiling at Jessica. “Rose-Marie has much to teach you while I am gone. I will keep in contact with you; however, if you ever need anything do not hesitate to call me. The same goes for all of you as well.”
Jessica bit her lip and stood suddenly hugging Elijah tightly. “Thank you,” she murmured softly into his chest. She pulled away slightly and smiled softly at him. “Thank you for everything.”
“Of course Jessica,” he murmured back. He knows that he didn’t sire her, but he felt that same way that Niklaus felt about Marcellus...he felt as though she was his daughter and ward even though her family was alive and well. He place a gentle kiss on the crown of her hair and left the Gilbert home quickly to try to track down his younger brother.
Jessica smiled softly to herself ad turned to Rose. “So…it looks like I am your Padawan now,” she quipped and giggled as her family and Rose snorted at her comment. “What lessons shall I learn from you master?” she teased biting her lip trying not to smile as she heard Rose groan in slight annoyance.
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Happiness Leads to Sadness (Chapter 13)
Book Title: Widowed Willow
Warnings: Lexi dies, Amari's feelings get hurt, Stefan cries, and Amari is so freaking awkward
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Now at the Salvatore boarding house, Amari trails after Elena with a whine, “Why did I have to come with you?”
“It’s kind of weird between me and Stefan, I can leave when you leave,” The younger brunette grinned at her friend, laughing when she saw the glare Amari sent her. The pair walked to the front door and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Amari stepped forward muttering about not wanting to use something, she pulled out a key and unlocked the door.
“Who are you?”
The girls shouted, turning towards the voice and seeing a blonde girl in a towel. The woman was frowning as she glanced between the girls, her eyes widening in shock as she muttered, “Oh my, uh, who?”
“Amari and Elena, uh-” The taller teen introduced, before taking a step forward and pointing at the blonde in a towel, “who the hell are you?”
The woman nodded in acknowledgment, looking the girl up and down. She was gorgeous and looked just like the woman in the picture Stefan showed her. She shook her head before looking the girl in the eyes, “I’m Lexi, a friend of Stefan’s.”
“Is he here?” Elena blurted as she glanced towards the stairs with her arms crossed, glancing over at Amari’s hurt face. The blonde nodded turning slightly to point over her shoulder, “He’s in the shower, you guys wanna wait on him?” She asked, a small smile on her face.
“No, but thanks,“ Elena sighed, placing her hand on Amari’s arm and guiding her towards the door. Lexi frowned waving goodbye and whispering, “I’ll tell him you stopped by.”
Stopping at the truck, Elena opened the door, glancing back at Amari when she sat in the back seat. She frowned in sympathy, reaching back to place her hand on her knee in comfort, “You okay?”
Quickly whipping her face, Amari looks up with a small smile, ‘I’m fine, it’s just like when you and him started dating, I’ll get over it.”
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“Why the hell are you even throwing a party anyway?”
Amari stomped in the living room with a bag of sour patch kids, already half empty. Caroline, whom Amari is on the phone with, pauses in wonder before answering, “I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun?”
“Fine, whatever, I’ll be there, I gotta go.,” Amari sighs, she hears a knock on the door and hangs up after hearing Caroline say goodbye. She trudges towards the door with Elena trailing behind her, their eyes widen seeing Stefan at the door.
“No,” Amari slams the door shut before turning into Elena, who gives her an unimpressed look. Turning Amari around, Elena reaches around her and opens it again. She glares at Stefan over Amari’s shoulder, “Why are you here?”
The dirty blond sighed, tilting his head at Amari, “Lexi said you girls stopped by and the pretty tall girl seemed upset.”
Elena looked down in confusion before looking up again, “Right, I’m gonna go get ready while you have this conversation. Shout if you need me.” Turning, Elena dashes up the stairs and into her room.
“Lexi, cute girl in the towel?” Amari leans against the doorframe, “I know we aren’t dating but really? Honestly, I can’t even be mad 'cause I’d hit that.”
Amari gives a small grin at Stefan’s confusion, before jumping and almost falling when Stefan shouts, “No, not like that! Gah, no. She’s not exactly a girl. Lexi is, um, she’s 350 years old.”
“Well she’s old-” Amari gapes, slamming her hands over her mouth in regret. Glaring at Stefan when he laughs, “I meant, so she’s a vampire?”
“Yes, one of my oldest friends,” Stefan snickered, glancing down before looking into Amari’s eyes. “She said she might’ve freaked you and Elena out with her staring but I think it’s ‘cause of how much I talk about you guys.”
Amari stared at him, letting the silence creep in before breaking it with a grin. “I had a dream last night, think it was more of a flashback but whatever. It’s an important date today, but I can’t seem to remember what it is.-” She looks down at her phone seeing Caroline’s text of ‘Get here soon or I’m coming to get you’.
She looks up at Stefan seeing a strange look, “-I know it ties to you, and I’ll tell you at the party.”
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Entering the Mystic Grill, Amari sends Elena off to get drinks before looking around for her blonde lady friend. She hears what she knows is the end of a conversation Damon is having, “You are the only stupid thing here, and useless, and shallow.”
She watches him turn away from Caroline before following after him, “You’ve got some nerve, I told you to stay the hell away from Caroline.” Damon turns in surprise, before giving the teen he grins at her, “As far as I know, all you can do is give me a headache, what could you possibly do that will get me to stop?”
She smiles at him, before leaning in and whispering in his ear. Lexi, who was dancing with Stefan, sees the color drain from his face, “I like her, she’s got spunk.” Stefan smiles as he stares at her, lost in thought, “Yeah, she’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“You like her.”
“Don’t be stupid, Me and her best friend are, or were, dating,” Stefan scoffs, laughing in mock while shaking his head. Lexi raises her eyebrows with a grin, “I think the best friend has moved on and is plotting to get you two together as well.”
She points over at Elena, who’s sitting on Aiden's lap. The two of them are whispering to each other, staring at Amari and Damon before pointing at Stefan and Lexi. Stefan shrugs, turning and walking towards the pool table, “We’re just friends.”
“I thought we were starting something,” Damon follows after Amari leaning against the bar next to her with a smirk. She raises her brows at him before glancing over at Stefan and Lexi. Damon gasps with mockery, “Stefan? Smiling? Hell’s frozen over.”
“Tiger,” Amari scoffs, clearing her throat before glancing between the pair and Damon, “He hasn’t really had a reason to smile in a while.
“We’re on nicknames now?” Damon asked, smirking at her before frowning when she glares at him. “What’d I do now?”
“Jeremy’s acting weird, you have one chance to tell me the truth.” Amari grabbed his wrist, squeezing lightly but slightly grinning at the groan of pain from Damon. “What’d you do?”
“I did what she asked, compelled his suffering away.” Groaning, Damon grabbed Amari’s wrist when she squeezed tighter. “All of it, fangs, drugs, lack of motivation.”
Letting him go, Amari sighed looking around before glancing at Damon. He reached forward, ruffling her hair and stepping away before she could punch him. “Trust me, Mars, I did what she asked.”
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Walking over to Stefan and Lexi, Amari huffs leaning against the bar next to them. She leaned onto Stefan, smiling at Lexi over his shoulder. “I finally figured it out.”
She kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back towards her. “Happy Birthday Bambi!”
Lexi’s loud laugh breaks Stefan from his daze, she reaches forward sandwiching Stefan between the two girls. “Happy Birthday Steffie!”
He groans in fake annoyance trying to shove Lexi off him, “Move! You’ll spill your drink.”
Lexi sits back staring at the pair in front of her, she grins when Amari looks up from playing with Stefan’s hands. “So, Amari, who are you?”
“Uh,” Glancing at each other, Amari and Stefan grin before looking back at Lexi. She smirks when the taller girl smiles at her, “Well, sweetheart, can I call you that?”
Lexi nods, tilting her head when Stefan pulls Amari in front of him. Amari sighs leaning against the bar between them, “Um, I’m Amari Taylor. An older friend of the M.F Gang. Take that however you please, I don’t care. I’m an orphan living with my best friend’s family.”
Lexi smiled in sympathy before glancing between her best friend and new friend, “What are you to Stefan?”
“A friend at the moment,” Amari chuckles. Lexi shoots out of her chair pointing between the two, “You said at the moment! You said it!”
Ignoring her, Amari grabs both of their arms and pulls them towards a pool table, “Teach me.”
Stefan’s brow furrows in confusion, he’d seen her play and win against Matt, Tyler, Aiden, and Michelle. Lexi gapes at the dark-skinned teen, “Stefan was bragging about you winning against everyone, even Michelle!”
Amari plays with her fingers, glancing around before whispering under her breath, “You’ve seen me trick people, I don’t genuinely know how to play pool.”
After a moment, Lexi snorts and pats Stefan on the shoulder who is failing at stifling his chuckles. “Teach her how to play, I’m gonna go get us some bourbon on something.”
Once Lexi’s out of sight, Stefan glances over at Amari holding the pool stick with a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t lying, I really don’t know how to play pool without cheating.”
“Come on,” Stefan walks behind her, placing his hands on her hips he presses lightly on her back making her bend slightly with him following. Getting her in place, he leans over her shoulder, “Go,” Amari uses the stick and hits two balls into a hole.
“We did it,” She exclaimed, smiling as she spun around to hug Stefan. He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, “You did it.” They both looked over at Lexi, who came back with only one drink.
“I drank yours, Stefan. Here Mari,” She chuckled, handing a laughing Amari her drink. Stefan grinned at Lexi in appreciation, “Thank you.”
“You weren’t supposed to be listening,” Lexi said mockingly glaring at Stefan before turning to Amari, “How’d you do?”
“I think eventually I’ll be able to win without cheating,” Amari spoke with a chesire grin, chuckling when Lexi shook her head. “How do you even cheat at pool?”
“I’ll show you sometime,” Amari promised, shrugging her shoulders and watching a giddy Lexi walk away. Turning to Stefan, who was watching her with a smile, Amari opened her mouth to ask something but stopped when she saw Elena. She reached for a pool stick, smiling at Stefan, “Hey.”
"I'm gonna go," Amari quickly spoke up, before walking past her shorter friend, ignoring Stefan calling out to her. Bumping into multiple people in an attempt to find Bonnie, Caroline, Lexi, or even Damon. Finally, she saw a familiar blonde teen sitting and talking with Matt. Running over and making it just in time to catch a falling Caroline, “Mari, you beautiful baby!”
“Thanks, drunk Caroline,” The dark-skinned teen huffed, picking her up bridal style and handing her over to Matt. She sighed as she smoothed the blonde’s hair to her face, before looking at Matt, “Take her home, make sure she gets to bed. No funny business.”
"Okay," Matt gave her a nod and smiled a small smile at her as he walked past. Waving bye to a whining Caroline, Amari turned once they were out of sight. She froze, her mind reeling and her vision blurry. Lexi…. Help…. Branson. Yanking out her phone she texts Stefan while running outside.
Lexi, Help, Outside
Now outside she heard gunshots and the door behind her slamming open. She rounded the corner with, who she presumed to be, Stefan and Elena following her. They see Lexi walking towards Sherrif Forbes, not even flinching at the wooden bullets piercing her. With a blur and a flash, Damon appeared out of nowhere and stabbed Lexi in the heart with a wooden stake.
“...part of the plan.”
She heard Elena gasp and a sob before she was pushed against a wall, Stefan holding her and shushing her as they all stared in horror. It took her a moment to realize the sob was from herself. She may have been new to the supernatural world, but she knew wood to the heart meant death for a vampire.
"Oh, my God," Stefan whispered, tears gathering in his eyes as Amari slowly took his hand off her mouth, holding it to her chest, and leaned over to look at Damon, who pushed the stake deeper into Lexi's heart. The small group watched as Lexi’s body desiccated and fell to the floor. She was dead.
Lexi was unique, and Amari was glad she got to be her friend, even if it was for just a few minutes. She felt they could’ve been best friends, but she was gone.
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“Stefan,” Elena whispered as she and Amari chased after him, “Stefan!” She called again, grabbing his arm only for him to shove her off him into the arms of Amari.
“He, he killed her, he killed Zach, Tanner, he turned Vicki. I-” He turned, glancing between them before turning back to walk away. “I have to kill him.
“You can’t do that,” The younger brunette followed him, stopping when Stefan spun around in anger. Amari stood to the side, glancing around and occasionally glancing at the broken-up couple before quickly looking away.
“Why are you trying to save him? Elena, he won’t change! He will never change,” The blond cried, beginning to walk away again with Elena chasing after him, Amari kind of wondering after the pair. Elena huffed clutching his arm again to spin him around, “I’m not trying to save him, I’m saving you.”
“Everywhere I go, pain and death follow, Damon follows.” Stefan shook his head, looking down before looking back up at her. “No more.”
“Stefan, Stefan please, just listen to me,” Elena grabbed his arm again, “Let me be here for you.”
He shook his head, shrugging her off him and waving her off. Staring after him for a second, Elena walked away and into the Grill. Watching Elena walk away, Amari spun around and jogged after Stefan in hopes of catching up to him. After running for a minute, and stopping for a few seconds to breathe, Amari saw him and sped up. “Stef!”
“Bambi, wait, you gotta make this easy for me,” She called, out of breath but still chasing after him. She was more so hopping from one foot to the other than running, but she was trying.
“Stefan!”
“No!” He roared, spinning around and making Amari slip backward onto her butt. She looked up at him, seeing the pain and tears with a hint of regret for causing her to fall. Standing up and wiping her butt, she slowly walks toward him. Noticing him not walking away, she wraps an arm around his waist and the other around his neck tugging him towards her.
He crumbled, his breath leaving in shaky huffs as he buried his face in her neck. His hands reached up to cling to her back as he cried harder. Amari resisted the urge to pat his back, and instead played with his hair.
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Stereotypical Sociopath
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Summary-> in attempts to avoid Kai, you go to the one place where he is least welcome, the Salvatore Boarding House. But nothing, even your own stubbornness is ever enough to keep him away from you. He always gets what he wants… (1.7k)
Warnings-> 18+ minors dni, smut, fwb, dirty talk, daddy kink, blowjob, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex
There were a lot of things that you could say about Kai Parker, he was selfish and homicidal and down right annoying. You couldn’t remember how Kai had first gotten you into his bed, it had all been a blur of haste insults that you had fired at the witch, you had pounded your fists against his chest until they were removing his shirt from his body. It was never meant to happen again after the first collision of your bodies, it was a one time thing you had told yourself.
But the sex continued to happen, time and time again, from the bathroom of the grill to against a tree in the woods, and many more places that you were too embarrassed to admit. Every time that you saw him there was a lustful shadow overbearing his eyes, you tried to avoid him in any social setting, and so instead of venturing somewhere public, you decided for somewhere that you visioned as a safe place. The Salvatore Boarding House. It was quiet by the entryway, or as far as you could hear, which surprised you. Often times than not, since Jeremy and Elena had moved into the residency, there was more life that had been brought into it. Having your childhood friends now live within the brothers’ domain inclined you to visit more regularly, even when there wasn’t a supernatural crisis.
Despite the lack of people in your peripheral, you continued to walk the hallway that was no doubt older than you were. It was eerie and suspiciously quiet, there was usually at least one person home. You treated lightly, holding in your breath, almost afraid of what could lie ahead. “Elena? Damon?” Just as you had expected, there was no response to your calling, you could only sigh and plop down on the couch, grabbing yourself a crystallised glass of Damon’s precious bourbon, swirling the contents around until you burned your throat with the distilled substance.
“Drinking alone I see…” the intruder’s voice made you jump as an electric swarm rose up your spine, the expensive glass slipping from your disturbed grasp and shattering into dozens of shards upon the wooden flooring. As your head snapped up to meet his cold eyes, you were figuratively compelled to flood with overbearing desire. Malachai goddamn Parker, it was impossible for him to leave you alone! It was infuriating, you were angry and horny at the same time, and it was all his fault. You groaned, none of your efforts to escape the curse that kept gravitating the two of you towards one another appeared to be working. “I didn’t mean to make you jump pretty girl, unless it was on top of me.” The bastard had the nerve to smirk, and upon reaction you flew to stand on your feet, standing before his smug self, his pleasure only radiating irritancy out of yourself. “Or you could be beneath me, I’m happy either way Y/N.”
“Will you please shut up for once in your life Kai?” He was really annoying you now, more so when he raised his brows, no doubt taking your words as an explicit suggestion. And so you raised your hand, swiftly bringing it towards his face to brandish him with a smack, however the witch caught your wrist, tutting disappointedly at your attempt of retaliation. “Naughty girl.” It was impossible to not melt from his degradation, feeling small as he dragged you closer towards him. “What would your little friends think if they knew that you were running around with the devil behind their backs? They would be so ashamed with all the things we have done, especially when they discover how much you crave the thrill. But is it really thrill that you can’t get enough of, or is it just my cock?” Kai was crude as he filled your head with these scenarios, you’d never admit it to him or anyone else, but you had a hunger for more. Perhaps if he wasn’t the sociopath that he had been forged into by his traditional coven, then things could have possibly turned out differently.
“Kai…” he faked a condescending pout as you spoke his name, his lips lingering just over yours, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his grey blue eyes sending a variation of emotions into your mortal soul. “That’s not my name sweet cheeks. Now why don’t you get down on your knees like a good little girl for daddy, and apologise to him in the way you do best?” He helped you sink down to be sat on your knees, submitted to him to appease his own pleasures. This was the confines of your friends’ home, it was more than wrong to be doing this here, but you were helplessly seduced as Kai released his belt from the grip around his waist, and undid his jeans, pulling them down so that his boxer covered hard on was mere inches from your awaiting lips. You hated yourself as you remembered that you had gone out of your way to keep your distance from the siphon, and you were stupid for doing so. This was exactly what you wanted, for the big of you to be entangled in a passionate mess, despite the terrible logic that scolded your brain for going on a forbidden adventure with your heart.
“Yes daddy,” It was too late for you, once again you were cradled by Kai’s trap, and you were willing to comply with everything that he said. He smiled at your obedience, finally giving into your needy expression and undressing his length, making you drool as you grew threateningly hungry for it. There was already precum oozed at his tip, he pushed it towards your mouth and you opened up wide for him, engulfing his cock past your lips, tearing a heavenly moan from the man who strewed his hands through the lengths of your hair, guiding your movements to pleasure himself.”i could spend all day with you like this.” He praised you, curing your locks around his knuckles so that he could force you to take him deeper. His tip abuse the back of your throat, gagging sounds emitting from you as tears dwelled in your eyes, planning to jump and run down your face.
Nevertheless it would be the worst thing imaginable if the whole charade the two of you were playing was to stop. The sex was mind blowing, but other than that you enjoyed being close to him, despite all the things he had done and proceeded to do. Without the bedding relations that you shared with Kai, he would be nothing more than your enemy. You felt as though he was just that as he pulled your head away from his lubricated cock, frowning menacingly up at him, though he silenced the argument that dared to spill with his lips, encompassing you in the moment as he smoothly laid you upon the ancient sofa, clambering atop of you as his fingers snuck under the shadow of your skirt, teasing you before plunging his digits into your cunt, breathing in your moans as he refused to disassociate his lips from your own. “Kai… fuck. I love you and your fingers.” Your eyes blew open widely as you realised that you had spoken your admission, and Kai paused, making you worry with every nerve in your body.
“Took your time to say it gorgeous.” He smiled, a genuine, toothy smile, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders; he hadn’t even punished you for referring to him by his name, which was significantly unusual. Kai bowed down so that he could press a feather light kiss onto your forehead, a warmth of safety and acceptance washing over your body. “I love this pretty pussy of yours, but not as much as I think I love you.” He, after his long pause, continued to hammer his fingers into you, as though he hadn’t just made a large step into his progress of being a better man and feeling something that made him visibly human. He was experiencing a little thing called growth, and it made your heart swell from realising it. Though that clearly wasn’t on his mind once he removed his fingers from within your walls, sucking tour juices from around them as he situated himself, rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, plunging it in, causing you to euphorically cry out, having to bite his shoulder to muffle the pattern of noises that your brain arranged for you to release. “Oh my god.”
“Oh my god indeed. Seriously, what is wrong with you Y/N?” A new voice spoke, directed in the opposing direction as they had turned themself away to save their eyes from the sight. You were screwed, figuratively and physically as you ushered Kai off of you, knowing damn well that Damon, and who you could see from the back as Elena were repulsed by the choices that you had made. It was going to be a long explanation that would be worthy of some defence, but no matter what, you couldn’t disregard the love that you and Kai had uncovered. The witch sighed as he stood, having tucked himself away as Damon finally saw it for to turn around. “Come on Damon, our good little Y/N has to explore her deepest, darkest parts somehow. And on my part it’s from the inside out.” And that was no doubt through him, however the vampire shook his midnight locked head.
“I’m not on about you two screwing, we all realised that the two of you were fucking behind the scenes quite early on. But you broke my glass! How many am I expected to replace because of your slippery fingers? Don’t even get me started on when Lockwood was wolfing out on you and you smashed one in his face. Or…” he continued with his infinite examples, and you were aware whilst his present concern were his bourbon glasses, that he wasn’t pleased with the idea of you and Kai, it wasn’t his choice, and nothing he said could change the way you felt. And after all, you could always break another glass.
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Hello, love! I hope you're doing well. I'd like to request a Kol Mikealson x reader where the reader is sick so she has to go get her blood drawn and she askes Kol to go with her. Whatever you want to happen but with just a little bit of Kol taking care of a reader who refuses to let herself be sick.
Sick
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warnings: mention of needles, blood being drawn, and reader neglecting her basic needs.
parings Kol Mikaelson x fem!reader
Your head felt as though it had a weight on it. When attempting to breathe through your nose, there are difficulties. Your hand stroked the side of the bed that was normally occupied by your lover, Kol.
You dragged yourself out of bed despite having pains all throughout your body. You sighed when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was matted and stuck to your clammy forehead on strands.
Your lips were chapped and your eyes had a burning sensation, "K-kol?" Your throat felt scratchy as you talked, and your voice sounded unsteady.
"Darling, are you feeling well?" Kol spoke with a hint of concern in his voice.
You cleared your throat, "Yeah, I’m fine I just need some aspirin."
Kol stroked the back of your head and murmured, "You need to be in bed. You're heating up." He sounded like a worried mother.
"No." You swatted his hand away and said, "No, I'm good. I need to prepare for an exam today."
Kol glared at you, hating your stubbornness as always. You pushed yourself continuously until you were unable to. Considering how committed you are to your academics, you may even forget about your basic requirements. "There is no need to debate this. Lay down right now." He spoke firmly, giving no space for argument.
"But K-" Your vision began to blur as you attempted to argue, "Kol something's wrong," you whimpered. You leaned against the dresser, feeling lightheaded.
Kol pulled you into him with his hands around your waist and commanded, "Love, tell me what's wrong." He awaited a response.
Your mouth opened and closed as unconsciousness overcame you. Kol felt your body go limp against his and his concern peaked immediately, "Shit."
When your eyes first opened, bright lights blinded you and kept doing so until your eyes adjusted. "Darling, you're finally awake," Kol exclaimed to her from behind, his arms around her waist.
"Where are we?" You said, scooting closer to him.
Kol massaged your arm "The hospital. Your blood is about to be drawn for a test." He explained when he noticed a hint of panic in her eyes.
Soon after, the nurse entered with a tray filled with medical supplies "You're awake. How do you feel, hun?" The elder woman enquired as she prepared.
"A little drowsy."
She wrapped A tourniquet around your upper arm. The nurse began to use her finger to locate a vein, "You slept for some time. You had your boyfriend over here worried." She spoke with a smile.
A tube with a needle was brought out by the nurse after donning gloves. " It'll be a short prick, doll," she assured as she cleaned the area with a disinfectant wipe. Even though her words didn't calm your fears.
"It will be fast, dear." Kol noticed you tensing up as the needle approached and murmured in your ear. As she put the needle in, you hissed and squeezed his hand. Kol ran his other hand over your hair.
"See quick and easy."
The nurse took out the needle once there was enough blood in the tube. Then applied a bandage and cotton to the open cut, saying, "I'll be back with the results."
You felt Kol nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck. You turned around in his arm, lifting his face up. You saw his eyes were bloodshot as veins under his eyes, "Kol, your face." You whispered.
He attempted to cover his face, but you stopped him by holding him tenderly "Don't hide, it's beautiful. Would you like blo-"
He interrupted you and said, "No, not while you're sick." He inhaled deeply as the veins started to fade.
The nurse returned after a brief period of silence, saying, "Now the test indicate you merely have the flu." As she walked in.
"Why did she collapse then?"
When the nurse handed you the test results, she remarked, "She must have been undernourished. When was the last time you ate a complete meal?" She prompted you.
"Roughly two days ago."
"That's why she passed out and her getting sick enhanced everything," The nurse shook her head somberly. maintaining eye contact Kol, she stated "Now, make sure she stays hydrated while at home. Avoid junk food and rest."
"You heard the nurse, darling, you need to get some rest."
"No, Kol. I must take that exam. You objected and made a feeble attempt to push past him.
You were tossed over Kol's shoulder as he rolled his eyes. He moved over to your shared bed and set you down gently. "No, eat your soup and we'll watch Supernatural for the rest of the day," he said as he drew the covers over your body and tucked you in. The he sat on your side of the bed.
"Fine, but you must compel my professor to give me another chance," you grumbled. You opened your mouth as Kol served you the soup.
"Don’t worry, love just relax."
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I recently started watching the vampire diaries for the first time and the amount of "this sucks" jokes are killing me
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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 12
Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): mistletoe kiss
Word Count: 1K
Story Description: No one truly knows how the mistletoe tradition started, but it's littered houses for centuries during Christmastime. But spending a Christmas with the original hybrid proves to be quite... informative.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader
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Under the Mistletoe
Many people questioned how the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe started. Just who had been the first person to say that denying a kiss under the plant would bring bad luck?
That’s precisely what (Y/N) wondered as she hung bundles of them over many entrances in The Abbatoir.
Somehow, the supernatural world has decided to take a break during the holidays. Especially the feuding groups of New Orleans that had decided on a truce between them. They wanted to celebrate Christmastime in honor of all the lives lost and all the lives that started.
Having this kind of peace wasn’t normal. Not having to fight for their lives was not something anyone around the Mikaelson family knew. But here they all were, preparing for a holiday feast. All bad blood between the family had been laid to rest to enjoy that night. Maybe the love/hate that always lingered between them would resurface the next day, but at least they would have that night.
Klaus Mikaelson sat on a couch with a smile on his face, watching as the girl jumped from door to door placing the plants.
“You do know most of the people that will be in attendance tonight are related, love,” Klaus grinned. “It wouldn’t make much sense to have them stuck under some tradition that brings bad luck.”
“Obviously it’s different when you’re family, Nik,” she smiled, stretching her body on a ladder to hang one on the main entrance hall. “It’s just a kiss on the cheek. But honestly, I’ve never heard of anyone getting bad luck because of this. I don’t even know how it all started. It’s just a bit of fun.”
As she finally hung the last mistletoe, (Y/N) lost her balance and fell backward. She braced herself for the impact against the hard ground, but it never came. Instead, she fell into warm arms that cradled her body before she could hurt herself.
“You clumsy girl,” Nicklaus chuckled. “How many times have I told you to be careful?”
“Maybe I did this one purpose,” (Y/N) grinned as she placed her hand on his jaw. “You’re under the mistletoe, darling.”
The hybrid raised his head and laughed as he noticed he was in fact right below the three little red circles. (Y/N) was nothing if not a tease more often than not. She was a bundle of happiness that juxtaposed his own ire-filled heart. She was the reason for the little mercy he’d give the people who crossed him.
Since (Y/N) had come into his life, he found the anchor he’d needed for so long. She understood everything he did and why he did it — though she disagreed with 98% of all the things he did and how he did them. But she never looked at him differently. She never saw him with scared-filled eyes or with disappointment, her (Y/E/C) only looked at him with love. And he was scared for the day that she didn’t — it terrified him.
But at that moment, in his arms, (Y/N) stared at him in adoration, waiting for the moment their lips would collide. Her legs shook with giddiness, waiting on Klaus to finally make his move. With another chuckle, he finally pressed his lips to hers. An out-of-character soft kiss.
“You know,” he said as he set her down, placing his hands on her hips. “I was the one that started this centuries-old tradition.”
“You?” (Y/N) chuckled. “Why would you ever start something like this, Nik?”
“What can I say, love? I’ve always been one for a little mischief.”
“This is more than a little,” she laughed. “You made a whole tradition that even made it into the Christian rendition of the holiday. Many people actually believe that refusing a kiss gives you bad luck.”
“Who’s to say it doesn’t?” Klaus grinned. “You do know we were witches before we were vampires.”
“Klaus,” she gasped. “Did you really curse a whole plant for fun?!”
The man broke out in laughter, the sound booming across the space. He sat back down on the couch, beckoning (Y/N) to sit beside him. She smiled at him before settling on the space beside him, her head falling onto his chest.
“You do know that part isn’t real,” he said. “People back then believed too much in superstitions and I played into it. Apparently, that little joke stuck through centuries.”
“That’s good to know,” (Y/N) chuckled against him. “Although I wouldn’t put it past you though. No offense, darling.”
“None taken, love. My reputation precedes me and I am not ashamed of it.”
“Well, luckily though, we don’t need that silly tradition to kiss all we want,” she grinned mischievously at him. (Y/N) flipped herself onto his lap, her legs on each side of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a teasing kiss on his lips. “We don’t really need the mistletoe for much of anything.”
“I like where your head is at,” he growled as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her into him. “Maybe we can make this into the next Christmas tradition.”
“Well, it seems this will have to wait until after dinner, brother,” Rebekah’s voice filled the room.
(Y/N) left Niklaus’ lap as embarrassment filled her body, sitting next to him as she had been seconds before.
“Impeccable timing as always, Rebekah.”
“I tried to get her to wait so you both could have this moment by yourself, but she insisted on ruining the moment,” Elijah said. “I do apologize for the impromptu intrusion, (Y/N).”
“Oh, that’s no problem,” she laughed. Getting up from the seat, she went to give the siblings a hug. “You guys could never intrude.”
“Hey, you’re standing under mistletoe,” Rebekah stated, pointing at the little plant over Elijah and (Y/N). “That means you owe her a kiss, Elijah.”
In an instant, Klaus was between his brother and his partner, pushing him out of the way.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said. “The only one giving (Y/N) a kiss under the mistletoe is me.”
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