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Rebekah had a bit of magic, and Esther had begun teaching her spells before she was turned into a vampire. She wasn't the child prodigy that Kol was, and wasn't the devoted student that Finn was, but she had learned enough to remember some magic remedies 1,000 years later when she was in Eva St. Clair's body. Had Rebekah lived out her natural life, she would have grown into her power and become a formidable witch in her own right. In verses where she takes the cure, she would pick up learning magic again.

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"No, of course not," Rebekah cooed. "When I turn you. . . I want you in perfect condition. Just as you are, now."

She let her fingers continue slowly on their path, her expression not giving away how badly she wanted to already have them inside Annie, to make her cry with pleasure.

"Both then," Rebekah decided. "Maybe even a bracelet to go along with them. A matching set for my beloved. . . Something pink." She teased Annie through her panties with delicate fingers, pressing slow circles into the sensitive area. "But first. . . I think you deserve something else."

Rebekah pushed the fabric aside and slid one finger in. "Now, be a good girl for me and sit still."

No one had ever dared to get so comfortable with her as Annie was, and Rebekah would never admit how much she loved that Annie wasn't afraid of her in the slightest.

She kissed her girlfriend back slowly, savoring the taste of her lips. "Mmmm, it does sound fun," Rebekah purred. "And when you're a vampire, too, you'll have no more excuses."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow and smiled slowly. "Oh? You think you did that well, do you? Awfully sure of yourself." Even as she teased her, Rebekah slid a hand up Annie's dress, between her legs. "And what sort of reward were you thinking? Jewelry, perhaps?"

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i think i should be allowed to kill if im jealous

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(This isnt a rp question)

Do you know any good Elijah or klaus roleplay blogs?

I wrote in the TVDU community for years, but it's been a while since I did, so most of the Elijah & Klaus rpers I knew before aren't even active anymore. That said, I have seen a few good ones around!

Elijah:

@sonofmikael

Klaus:

@bloodpsalm (we love Jibbs) @thehybridson (they seem to be a newer blog like me, but I love what I've read so far!)

Sorry it's a short list, but definitely recommend checking them out!

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Rebekah would absolutely love to go to a pride event, and she would have a whole bi pride color-coded outfit.

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So uh...I kinda stole klaus's white oak stake

"Oh dear. And you thought? What? That I would offer you some sort of protection against my brother's wrath?" The sound Rebekah made was a cross between laugh and scoff. "No, thank you. I've been daggered far too many times this century, and I'm not interested in going back in my box any time soon. Try Kol. He's always in the mood to cross Nik."

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No one had ever dared to get so comfortable with her as Annie was, and Rebekah would never admit how much she loved that Annie wasn't afraid of her in the slightest.

She kissed her girlfriend back slowly, savoring the taste of her lips. "Mmmm, it does sound fun," Rebekah purred. "And when you're a vampire, too, you'll have no more excuses."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow and smiled slowly. "Oh? You think you did that well, do you? Awfully sure of yourself." Even as she teased her, Rebekah slid a hand up Annie's dress, between her legs. "And what sort of reward were you thinking? Jewelry, perhaps?"

Fresh after an orgasm, with a beautiful girl on her knees and between Rebekah's legs, looking up at her like this was exactly where she wanted to be. . . Rebekah didn't think she'd ever been happier than she was in this moment. I don't deserve you, Rebekah thought.

"Be careful what you say, love," she warned with a smirk. "I may just keep you there all night so you can perfect the art of making a woman climax."

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I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.

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"Could've fooled a girl," Rebekah countered, making no attempt to hide her hurt.

The glass in her hand creaked dangerously in her grip.

"But- But you. . ." Rebekah shook her head, dismissing his so-called honesty. "You were rude and dismissive of my feelings, but you were- w-we were. . . That's what it's like with Nik all the time," she sputtered, her tone a mix of confusion and frustration.

Well this was going to need a lot more alcohol suddenly.

Stefan downed his glass and poured another, maybe one more. Yea that's a good starting point.

"I don't hate you Rebekah." He started out. Better shut down her defensiveness early or it's only going to make her more bratty. At least thats what he's noticed.

How do you tell a girl that your humanity was off and the only thing you loved during that awful time was the thrill of a kill...

"If I'm being honest, which I think you deserve, I didn't love you. I couldn't. My humanity was off, I was the worst version of myself."

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Fresh after an orgasm, with a beautiful girl on her knees and between Rebekah's legs, looking up at her like this was exactly where she wanted to be. . . Rebekah didn't think she'd ever been happier than she was in this moment. I don't deserve you, Rebekah thought.

"Be careful what you say, love," she warned with a smirk. "I may just keep you there all night so you can perfect the art of making a woman climax."

Of course she could have compelled Annie, just as she had the restaurant staff, but then it wouldn't be real. And Rebekah had waited centuries for real romance.

In a hot rush of ecstasy, Rebekah's climax hit her full force; she cried out with pleasure and snapped the arms off of her chair. She dropped the broken chunks of wood to the floor and sagged a bit in her seat as she tried to catch her breath. "That. . .was. . .divine," she sighed. "And something we'll definitely need to do again."

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I need a verse where Rebekah does get to take the cure, and gets to develop her magic. She's the daughter of one of the most powerful witches to ever live, and while not the firstborn like Freya, Rebekah would surely be powerful in her own right.

But is also a novice who barely paid attention to her mother's spell crafting, so Rebekah would be like a bomb; powerful but imprecise.

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Of course she could have compelled Annie, just as she had the restaurant staff, but then it wouldn't be real. And Rebekah had waited centuries for real romance.

In a hot rush of ecstasy, Rebekah's climax hit her full force; she cried out with pleasure and snapped the arms off of her chair. She dropped the broken chunks of wood to the floor and sagged a bit in her seat as she tried to catch her breath. "That. . .was. . .divine," she sighed. "And something we'll definitely need to do again."

Rebekah made a high, keening sound as Annie did just as she demanded asked. The restraining hand on her thigh was a cute gesture, though would do nothing against the Original's strength; luckily, Rebekah was old enough to have control over when she used it. She breathed hard as her climax got closer. "Just like that," she gasped. "It's perfect. You're perfect." Her legs trembled as she fought to keep them from snapping shut around the source of her pleasure. "God, Annie."

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Rebekah made a high, keening sound as Annie did just as she demanded asked. The restraining hand on her thigh was a cute gesture, though would do nothing against the Original's strength; luckily, Rebekah was old enough to have control over when she used it. She breathed hard as her climax got closer. "Just like that," she gasped. "It's perfect. You're perfect." Her legs trembled as she fought to keep them from snapping shut around the source of her pleasure. "God, Annie."

Rebekah pouted when Annie's hands stopped moving, and opened her mouth to voice her complaints--but all that ended up coming out was a cry of pleasure when she felt pressure on her clit. "Harder," Rebekah demanded. "Harder, I'm close, I'm so bloody close."

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Rebekah pouted when Annie's hands stopped moving, and opened her mouth to voice her complaints--but all that ended up coming out was a cry of pleasure when she felt pressure on her clit. "Harder," Rebekah demanded. "Harder, I'm close, I'm so bloody close."

Annie's moan vibrated through her, and it drew a high, trembling moan out of the Original. "Dear God."

There was only a moment for shock at Annie's boldness in pushing Rebekah's legs wider before the pleasure ramped up another few notches as she managed to get even deeper. Her grip on the armrests was hard enough, now, to make the wood creak, but Rebekah barely noticed.

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Annie's moan vibrated through her, and it drew a high, trembling moan out of the Original. "Dear God."

There was only a moment for shock at Annie's boldness in pushing Rebekah's legs wider before the pleasure ramped up another few notches as she managed to get even deeper. Her grip on the armrests was hard enough, now, to make the wood creak, but Rebekah barely noticed.

She gripped her armrests tightly as Annie found that perfect, steady rhythm, and rode out the waves of pleasure. Rebekah made no attempts to contain her enjoyment, frequently moaning when Annie's tongue moved just right. "Bloody hell, you catch on quick."

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She gripped her armrests tightly as Annie found that perfect, steady rhythm, and rode out the waves of pleasure. Rebekah made no attempts to contain her enjoyment, frequently moaning when Annie's tongue moved just right. "Bloody hell, you catch on quick."

"Yes," Rebekah said, her voice more of a moan this time. She let her head tip back against her chair and returned her hands back to the armrests; she had a feeling she would need to hold onto something sturdier than her human lover's hands. "Perfect. . . You're such a good girl, doing exactly as you're told."