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#15. "You've taken my heart with you." W Elijah 🥺

Words from the Past

Summary: Elijah receives an unexpected letter

Pairing: Past!Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Other characters: Camille O'Connell

Prompt: "You've taken my heart with you"

Warnings: angst, slight canon divergence (?), perhaps Camille is a bit oc (?)

A/n: Hey Shle! This... turned out much longer than I expected but I truly hope you enjoy it!✨💕 @hellotvshowtrash

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @nalledimessi @ronniemikaelson @xxwritemeastoryxx

"Elijah!"

When he entered the Rousseau's, the last thing Elijah expected was Camille calling for him the moment he stepped in. Even though he was a quite regular there and the friendly bartender had always been nothing but nice to him, it was the first time Camille looked like she was actually waiting for him to arrive.

He walked to the counter and sat on a stool, his eyes immediately focusing on the wrickle between her eyebrows. "What's troubling you, Cami? You look quite worried."

"Well..." she started, drying her hands on her apron, "Something weird happened."

Elijah's eyebrows rose in response. "What kind of weird?"

"You see, my friend has decided to finally move out of her mother's house and she has just bought this very nice apartment, just outside the French Quarter and inside she found a lot of things of the previous owner. She needed help moving these things out and hers in, so of course I offered to help..."

"Are you getting any closer to the point?" he sighed, to which Cami chuckled very lightly.

"Yes," she assured him, crouching behind the counter but still talking to him. "So, I go help my friend and guess what I found in one of the many drawers in that flat?"

Elijah truly wanted to sigh again, but Cami's light and joyful tone did nothing but make a small smile appear on his face. "I believe you're going to tell me even if I don't."

"You're right." Finally she reappeared, holding a letter that she immediately handed to him. "I believe this is for you."

Looking skeptically at the envelope, Elijah took it carefully. The paper was stained by time: what once was white, now had taken a yellow hue, with some darker spots where humidity had done the its worst.

Then he turned it around.

Despite the decades, his name was still visible. The ink had barely lost its dark, deep colour. He lightly moved his fingertips on the letters, following the writer's handwriting, one that he knew well. One that he thought he was never going to see again.

"I'll you you alone with it," Cami murmured before moving on the other side of the counter to serve another client.

Elijah passed a hand over his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the envelope, almost scared to open it and reveal what had been hiding there for almost a century.

In the end, he managed to regain possession of his hands long enough to free the letter sealed inside. It was slightly less deteriorated, your small and dense writing covering the two pages carefully folded in half.

As soon as he started reading, a voice —your voice—, a voice he never really forgot, started whispering in his ears. A ghost of the past, back for one last goodbye.

My dearest Elijah,

I know this letter will never reach you. Even if I knew where you were — which I don't, since you didn't care enough to tell me — I don't think I could ever find the courage to send this.

I don't know what scares me the most; you, with the aid of some impossible miracle, finding it, or that it could fall in someone else's hands. I can't even phatom it, dirty hands on my words, hungry eyes running over my writing and eating my memories like crows on a carcass.

Perhaps I shouldn't even write it at all; but then again, your memory is already starting to fade, like the magic haze that follows dreams slowly disappears as you wake up.

And as much as I would want to forget you and the pain you left behind, I also know it would be my greatest regret. You were the best thing in my life, Elijah, no matter how quickly you entered it and how rapidly you vanished.

The compulsion. Elijah passed a hand through his hair. He had forgotten that part. Making you slowly forget everything that ever happened between you two... thinking about it now, it was nothing but a mean way to clear his conscience.

If you had forgotten him, then it was like he had never left you. Like he had never existed at all. Like he hadn't broke your heart running away in a mindless attempt to keep you safe from an inexistent danger.

It was selfish, deprive you of your memory, nothing more.

But you had find a way to fight it, in a way.

"Of course you did." A small, sad smile appeared on his lips as he continued reading.

I don't remember much of our first meeting. Maybe I had one too many drinks, or maybe it's my mind failing me, but I can't recall how I found myself in that speakeasy, or even what it looked like, or what I was wearing.

However, I remember how easily your hand found mine when you asked me to dance. How effortlessly you made me laugh as we twirled and moved to the rhythm of the saxophones. How naturally our lips found each other's as we hid under a porch, waiting for the rain to ease.

After that, it's all details. Wet hair stuck to my face, the soft rustle of clothes falling to the floor, the heath of our bodies mixing on our skin, cold for the rain and the shivers that rooted from our touch.

And your eyes... they still hunt my dreams. The little specks of amber that appeared in them when the first light of the sun graced your face... it took me a while to notice them dancing in your eyes, but if there's one memory I want to hold onto as long as I can, that's what I'd choose.

Elijah had to stop his read again. All those memories that he had locked away, all those feelings that they hold were hitting him like a merciless wave, full of regrets and unsaid truths and bittersweet moments that didn't last enough time.

What have you done to me, Elijah... what kind of enchantment have you put on your lips and how can I break this curse? My mind goes back to you every night, craving your presence when it shouldn't, not when you've taken my heart with you as you left.

Did you truly not care about me?

"Of course I did," he whispered, his breath short and a sudden weight on his chest. He loosened his tie.

Perhaps you didn't love me, and that I would understand...

"Of course I did." He opened the first button of his shirt.

But I thought you had for me at least some sort of affection.

"Of course I do."

Elijah had never gave away so much of him so quickly to anyone else before you entered that speakeasy, a november night of 1922. Surrounded by chandeliers and candles, you were the brightest beacon in the room. And he felt pulled to your light, like a wanderer lost in the desert to a mirage.

I wonder where you are right now. If there's another person lying next to you, their skin covered with the lingering softness of your lips, like mine still is. If you have forgotten me already or you hold my memory in your heart, like I do. If you love me...

The ink there was blurred. Round drops had made the following few words illegible, tears that time had dried but that never took away the despair they were filled with.

Goodbye, Elijah. There's nothing left for me to say.

Yours forever,

Y/N

Your voice left his mind as he read your name. And then again. And again. He read it so many time, his lips mouthing it each time, a chant that was not going to bring you back or change the past.

He chose to leave you, he chose to leave the only thing that had ever been his, just his and no one else's. He had you and he was foolish enough to let your hand go.

"Elijah?"

His eyes finally moved from your words, meeting Cami's blue eyes, again filled with worry. He had forgotten she was there.

She put a hand on his forearm. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he nodded, even though his voice was more feeble than the light of a dying candle. He cleared his throat before adding: "Why do you ask?"

"Elijah... you're crying."

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another prompt request for your event >:) i promise this one won't be angst. bucky barnes with the prompt, "You can't get down, can you?" & "How did you even get up there?"

Falling for you (avoiding all branches)

Summary: You try rescue Alpine from a tree.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: "You can't get down, can you?" // "How did you even get up there?"

Warnings: physics? don't know what that is

A/n: Hey Aurora! Thank you for your request, I really hope you like it!💗✨ @auroracalisto

Taglist: @hellotvshowtrash @kneel-bitches @imaginearyparties @elijahs-wife

"Alpine!"

The milky cat slowly turned her head towards you, staring into your soul with her icy eyes from one of the tallest branches of the tree in yours and Bucky's backyard.

"Come here, little one," you said, stretching your arms towards her, trying to get her to come down.

Alpine didn't move. She lowered her gaze to the branch she was sat on and the many more that parted her from the muddy ground. An helpless meowing was all that followed as she searched for a comfortable position on the hard wood.

You sighed. "You can't get down, can you?"

Another positive meowing.

You crossed your arms for a moment, considering what to do. Then, after taking a sharp breath in, you started climbing the tree.

The rough bark bruised your hands but you didn't pay it much mind, being all your concentration put in trying not to fall to your death.

Eventually, you reached the branch were Alpine was stuck. Her clear blue eyes blinked slowly as you picked her up and put her on your shoulder before you started the slow and careful descent.

In a matter of seconds the small white cat started purring and brushing her head against your neck, just as she always did when you were around.

"You're welcome, snowflake," you said, a smile appearing on your focused face.

Halfway down you stopped to catch your breath and relax for a moment your muscles. Giving a quick glance to the ground, you felt a chill running along your spine.

"How did you even get up there?" you mumbled, mentally getting ready to move to the next branch.

Some leaves rustled close to you and you felt Alpine tense on your shoulder, her sharp claws poking through the light shirt you were wearing.

When you saw the squirrel, it was too late. Alpine had already jumped towards the small fluffy rodent. Her sudden movement made you lose your balance and grip to the branch you were holding onto, and, before you knew it, you were falling.

You didn't have time to scream, your voice left your lungs as soon as your feet had lost the branch. You just shut your eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

But the arms you feel in weren't the cold and timeless embrace of Death you expected. Instead they were warm, steady and flowing with life... well, at least one of them.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled tentatively, even though the scared and angry look on his face was foreshadowing nothing good.

"What were you doing on the tree?" he asked, his tone cold and deadly as a frozen lake.

"I was trying to get Alpine. She was stu-"

Your words stopped in your throat when you saw Alpine, light as a feather, jump from a branch to another and then land on the ground without making the faintest sound.

"I swear, she wasn't moving five minutes ago..."

Bucky sighed as he put you down and then hugged you. Squeezed in his arms you barely could breathe, but his warmth was enough to make you forget anything else.

"Next time you want to do something like this, you call me, alright?" His grip, somehow, tightened. "You scared me to death."

"I know, I'm sorry." You hugged him back, your fingertips brushing gently his hair. It was soft, even softer than Alpine's fur. "Thank you for your perfect timing."

His shoulders shook as he silently chuckled. He loosened his grip just so he could leave a kiss on your forehead. "Always for you, my darling."

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Can I request a platonic one? A blurb where human! reader is close with the Mikaelsons and she graduates college and the Mikaelsons (the Brothers + Rebekah) are there for her to congratulate, cheer and be proud of her? Fluffy and funny? Thank you! 💗

Graduation Day

Summary: It's Graduation Day and someone arrived to congratulate you!

Pairing: Mikaelson siblings x reader (platonic)

Warnings: very small mentions to anxiety

A/n: Hi @forestnymphx ✨! Thank you for your request, I really hope you enjoy it!

"...and now we're calling on stage our next graduate, Y/N Y/L/N."

It was time. You had seen it coming, you had tried to mentally prepare for it, but you had never felt so unprepared your whole life as you started to climb the small staircase to the stage.

You didn't have to do much, really: get on the stage, take your graduation certificate, shake a few hands, smile and get down. Incredibly easy when compared to all the exams you had prepared in the last few years!

However, with legs that trembled more than jelly during an earthquake, even climbing those few steps was a tremendous task.

As the polite applause disappeared in the air, you managed to get on the stage without falling or tripping over invisible obstacles, even though the silence of hundreds of people watching you didn't help.

The vice-president had started talking, giving every time the same speech for each student where the only thing that changed was the name of the graduate, but all you could focus on was the heaviness on your chest as you tried to breathe.

You barely noticed her handing you your graduation certificate. You took it with a smile, the elegant paper brushing your fingertips.

"YOU'RE ROCKING IT, Y/N!"

That scream was indeed loud, but the sound of graduates, professors, parents and relatives turning towards whoever had spoken managed to be somehow louder.

Your eyes searched the crowd, but you knew who it was even before your gaze found a blonde mane, accompanied by three men, two of them smiling mischievously while the other was pinching his nose as he shook his head.

A chuckle escaped your lips and a smile — a true one, finally — found its way on your face.

"Y/N!"

Rebekah didn't even let you utter a word that she'd already thrown her arms around you, squeezing you like an orange.

You hugged her right back, standing still as the crowd flooded out of the hall.

"Congratulation, sweetheart!"

"Thank you, Bekah." You managed to free yourself from her hug and then moved your gaze to her brothers, standing behind her like knights defending a princess.

A princess more than capable of taking a man's heart right of his chest with her bare hands.

"What are you doing all here?"

Rebekah clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, giving you a friendly nudge. "Like we were going to miss your graduation ceremony!"

"She did almost forget it..." Klaus intervened, looking away as soon as Rebekah turned to him with flames in her eyes.

"Yeah," Kol continued, "and then it took her, what? Three hours to get ready?"

"I couldn't just put on the first thing in my closet!"

"I think she might mean the first thousand..." Klaus whispered leaning towards you, but loudly enough for Rebekah to hear him.

"Now, listen to me you little-"

"Could you please not?" Elijah asked, almost pleading, interrupting the siblings who were a word away from jumping at each other's throats. "At least today? We're here to congratulate Y/N, not to bicker like unfriendly cats."

"Who did you call a cat?!"

Elijah ignored Kol and opened his arms to hug you as well. "Congratulation for reaching this huge milestone. I'm very proud of you."

You smiled against his suit. "Thank you, 'Lijah."

"And I'm sorry if my siblings made you uncomfortable before with their screaming," he immediately added with a sigh. "They're still learning how to properly behave at such events."

Klaus snorted, shaking his head and very maturely muttering under his breath: "Party-pooper."

"You're very kind," you said, placing a hand on Elijah's arm, "but surprisingly... it helped me. As soon as I so you were there, my anxiety just vanished!"

"Ah!" Rebekah exclaimed, making you jump on your spot. "Told you! My genius never fails," she continued, poking with her fingers Elijah's side.

"Wait, hold on now! Are we forgetting that it was my idea?"

"Kol, let's be real now." Kalus placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You could never come up with something so brilliant. It was obviously my idea."

They kept bickering, of course, for the rest of the afternoon but you didn't mind. Just having them there, by your side, was enough for you.

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Alright, here we go!!!

#26. “Shoot me, I dare you, it’ll make you feel better.” W Bucky

And then someone shoots :-) (by accident or on purpose idk)

Shoot me, I dare you

Summary: You just found out that Bucky jumped off an helicopter without a chute a few month ago and you're pretty angry, so you go to the shooting range to take off some of your anger.

Pairing: post TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: "Shoot me, I dare you, it'll make you feel better"

Warnings: mentions of weapons and violence

A/n: Hi Ash! This was not what I had first planned but I think it turned out something cute. Hope you like it!✨💕 @hellotvshowtrash

The shooting range was calm, not a soul other than you, emptying one magazine after the other on the silhouette on the opposite side of the room. Or what remained of it, the cardboard piece now riddled by hundreds —if not thousands— bullets.

When you stopped shooting to reload your gun, you heard the door of the range open. As you carefully took out the empty magazine and put in a new one, two hands took you by the waist and pulled you in a warm hug and a pair of lips placed a light kiss in the crook of your neck.

"Morning, babe."

Taking a deep breath in, you shrugged Bucky off. "Don't call me babe."

You heard him sigh as he entered in your sight, leaning next to your shooting spot, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "You can't still be mad."

You met his gaze with a sharp laugh. "Can't I? You jumped from a fucking airplane. Without a fucking chute! You could've died!"

He rolled his eyes, not at all worried or bothered by how much you were moving the gun right under his nose. "It happened months ago, sweetheart. And we were too close to the ground to use one, I told you."

You raised your head, taking a step back from him. "Of course, my bad!" You turned again to the silhouette, getting ready to shoot. "So silly of me to worry about my boyfriend being a reckless moron!"

"Look, can we just drop this?" Without putting down your gun, you turned slightly towards him. "I'm good, aren't you happy about that?"

You shook your head, the safety glasses sliding a bit down your nose. "That's not the point, Buck."

"Then what it is?"

"The point is," you said, turning towards him with a hand on your waist, "Stop. Being. A reckless. Moron." Every word was highlighted by the gun, touching his chest with every word spoken. "Otherwise, I'll have to kick your ass." You rolled your eyes at his small smirk. "And you won't enjoy that, trust me."

Bucky moved his gaze between you and the shooting range for a moment and then nodded. "Alright... Then shoot me."

With your free hand you pinched your nose as Bucky easily jumped inside the shooting range and put himself in front of the riddled silhouette. "Have I just talked to the wall?"

"Shoot me, I dare you." He smirked again, his arms crossed again and his dog-tags slightly swinging on his chest. "It'll make you feel better; shake off all that tension and anger..."

"Guess who's the cause of it in the first place!"

His smile grew seeing your anger coming out. "Come on! I bet you don't have the guts."

At those words, you raised your eyebrows. When you spoke, your voice was flat as the heartbeat of a corpse. "Really?"

You didn't let him a chance to speak again.

In a few seconds you had raised your gun and emptied the magazine once again, this time all around Bucky's figure, who didn't move or wince as you shot him without a second thought.

When you lowered the gun, he moved towards you, grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you gently in to kiss you not so gently.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he then whispered against your lips, warm and wet and stirred in a smirk.

"I know," you whispered back before pulling him in again in another kiss, deeper and more passionate than before.

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And here it’s another request for Tony Stark x reader, this time with the prompt

“Kissing the freckles on your cheeks”

Maybe he wake up like that after the reader return from a secret mission where they where apart for a few weeks.

Colliding Stars

Summary: You wake up to Tony kissing your freckles

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Prompt: "Kissing the freckles on your cheeks"

A/n: Hi @nalledimessi 🌻 I truly like how this turned out to be, so I hope you enjoy as well!

You didn't like waking up early. The comfort of your bed was a call too cozy and welcome to refuse, even with hundreds of things to be ticked off your to do list.

So, when you woke up that day to see that the sun shining through your window was still low in the sky, a moan of annoyance left your lips. At least, before registering Tony leaving a trail of kisses on your cheeks.

"Morning, sunshine," he whispered against your ear, his beard a gentle scratch on your face as his lips slowly moved from your cheekbone to the tip of your nose.

A smile grew inside your heart but you kept your eyes stubbornly shut as you pouted your lips. "You woke me up..."

"So sorry, love," he said, leaving a quick peck on your lips, "but I found another constellation in your freckles and I couldn't help myself..."

You carefully opened one eyelid and met Tony's face hoovering over yours. The dark circles under his eyes grew as each day passed, as did the tired look in his brown irisis. His smile though was still able to light up the entire universe.

"And which constellation did you find this time?" you asked softly as you hand caressed his cheek.

"Orion. It's shocking that I hadn't seen it before... here," he said before kissing you on the bridge of your nose, "is the star Bellatrix, and then here," he continued, moving his lips just under your eye, "is Betelgeuse."

"Are you sure you're not making this up, saying random names from cult movies?"

"I'm more serious than ever," he assured, moving a lock of your hair away from your forehead. "You know I'd never lie to you."

You smiled, cupping his cheek and then stroking it with your thumb. "I know, dear."

A corner of his lips finally turned upwards, repaying you with the light of a million suns. And then that light hit your lips in an explosion of stars.

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And for the next round, request based on gifs that I have in my gallery, but always with my favorite ship, Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!sister.

I like her spirit

Summary: You ask Dean to help on a case, but he's unaware that the oldest Mikaelson is also there to help.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!sister

Prompt: "I like her spirit"

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death

A/n: Hey @nalledimessi 🌻 Thamk you for your request, hope you like this!

"What is this leech doing here?!"

You rolled your eyes while Dean shot his glare across the motel room, where Elijah was leaning against the wall and was peacefully fixing his sleeves.

"Always glad to see you keep finding new ways to insult me, Winchester."

A smug smirk appeared on his lips, which made Dean fume in anger.

"Wait until I find an effective way to kill you, then we'll see who'll be the one laughing."

"Enough, both of you." Your words turned out not to be enough to assure they didn't send each other death glares. "Elijah is here to help with the nest, Dean. The sooner you accept it, the better."

That caught Dean's attention. He turned to you with a shocked espression, as you had just spoken in Latin. "How can he be of any help? He'll stab our backs as soon as we turn around!"

"He won't. He gave me his word."

Dean scoffed, raising his hands to the air. "Oh, because that makes it so much better!"

"God," you sighed, shaking your head and massaging your temples, "you're such a prick sometimes!"

You heard Elijah snort at your statement, and Dean would've definitely killed him, if he hadn't been so taken aback as well. "Excuse me? I'm your older brother-"

"Yeah, and right now you're acting like a baby who hasn't had his piece of pie!"

Dean opened again his mouth to say something but you interrupted him before he could utter anything.

"Cut it with the bullshit! If I say he's here to help and that he won't betray us, I would really love a bit more trust on your part! Can we all act like mature people now?"

Elijah raised his chin, a strange look in his eyes, while Dean nodded silently, his jaw clenched.

"Good." You took the machete laying on the table and put it in your sheath. "Now let's make some heads roll." And before they could start fighting again, you were out the room.

Elijah finally moved from his spot against the wall, heading towards the table to give a quick look at the other machete left.

In the blink of an eye, Dean had his hands on it, glaring again at him. "Don't even think about it."

As they both exited the room, they watched closely as you took from the truck of the Impala a baggage, probably full of weapons.

Elijah smiled. "I like her spirit."

He found more quickly than what he expected a machete close to his neck. Unamused, he slightly turned towards Dean whose eyes were now darker than the wood of an oak tree.

"I swear to whoever's up there, if you say another word about her, I'll make sure one of the rolling heads today will be yours."

Elijah smirked again, moving the sharp weapon away with his index. "I'd really like to see you try."

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So the next one 🤭

You know me. i can’t have enough of my perfect ship Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!sister and this its perfect for them. Maybe he doing it for her or viceversa.

“Cleaning bruised knuckles in an awkward silence.”

Stretched silence

Summary: After rescuing you from a vampire nest, Elijah helps you with your wounds.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!reader

Prompt: "Cleaning bruised knuckles in an akward silence"

Warning: minor mentions of wounds and blood, small curse

A/n: Hi @nalledimessi ! I hope you enjoy this little piece I wrote, I really like how it turned out!🌻

Having been in hundreds of motel rooms before, you knew that silence wasn't something you could hope for when in there.

There was always someone screaming, laughing, moaning or making all kind of noises at all hours of the day.

However, right now, the only sound in the room was the soft rustle of bandages that Elijah was helping you put over your wounds.

As he cleaned your bruised knuckles with some alcohol, you clenched your teeth, an hissing fuck escaping your lips.

"Does it hurt?"

You gave him a glare before he went back to torturing you, a small grin appearing on his face.

"You didn't have to do that."

Elijah met your eyes for a second before lowering them again on your bruise. "Do what?"

"Help me with that nest," you explained, shifting in your seat. "I had everything under control anyway," you added with a shrug.

Elijah chuckled softly, putting away the alcohol and reaching for the bandages. "Of course, so that vampire biting your throat was all part of your brilliant plan, wasn't it?"

You tilted slightly your head, feeling the bandage Elijah had put on your neck a moment before pressing on your skin.

"I was going to that care of him, but then you showed up uninvited and took away all the fun," you huffed, moving your attention on the motel door, which turned out to be a pretty dull entertainment.

Elijah nodded, carefully wrapping your hand. "A real shame indeed..."

When silence sat again in the room, you couldn't help but focus on the way Elijah touched your hand. Even if it was still hurting, his touch made the pain somehow lighter.

"Here you go."

When you turned back to your hand, Elijah had left it perfectly covered in white bandages. You turned your wrist and moved your fingers, smiling as you noticed that you could still move it freely.

"I didn't know you knew how to do such things."

"I don't understand why you look so surprised. After all, you do know very little about me, Winchester."

"You're right," you mumbled, as your brain stupidly focused on the way your surname rolled on his tongue, like a magical word.

With a grin still plastered on his face, Elijah stood up, fixing his suit that somehow managed to avoid any drop of blood.

"I should go now. We wouldn't want your brothers to find me here..."

"Yeah, you definitely wouldn't..." you agreed, chuckling lightly as you imagined the angry faces Dean and Sam would make finding you and Elijah in the same motel room.

Flashing you one last smile, Elijah turned towards the door. With every step he took, the stretched silence tugged your heart more and more, until words slipped through.

"Thank you though." It was rushed, syllables stumbled all over one another, but you meant them. Every one of them.

Elijah didn't turn, but you knew he was smiling and that thought warmed your chest more than flannels ever did.

"My pleasure." And then he disappeared.

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“Please don’t look at me with such hatred.” With Loki (I feel like this could be both Angst and fluff so I’m not sure with one to request)

Broken Hearts

Summary: After finding out Loki isn't dead and is now imprisoned, you sneak into Asgard's prisons to see him one last time.

Pairing: (past) Loki x reader

Prompt: "Please don’t look at me with such hatred."

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

A/n: Hello Shle! I truly hope you like this because I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you're having a good day!💗✨ — @hellotvshowtrash

The corridors were dark, cold and empty. No wonder entering Asgard's prisons turned out to be easier than what you expected.

Wrapped in you dark cloak, you turned another corner and the corridor opened in a bigger tunnel. Many prisoners eyed you from both sides behind their orange veil that kept them inside, but you didn't spare them a glance.

Heimdall had told you exactly where the person you were looking for had been brought.

After a few more turns, you stopped in front of one of those cells. Elegant furniture that clearly didn't belonged there adorned the blank room, with their carved details and golden streaks of paint.

The prisoner was slumped on a couch, reading a book, when he finally noticed you.

"Y/N." Loki put down his book, a smirk immediately appearing on his face. "Funny seeing you here."

He got up effortlessly, his movements fluent like water down a river. You used to be enchanted by them, by the way his hair followed him around. Now it just reminded you the swirls of a venomous snake.

"How have you been?" he then asked, leaning towards the magic barrier between you two but carefully not touching it. "Have you mourned my death while I was gone?"

You didn't move. You didn't even dare to open your mouth; the Gods only knew what could've left it. You just stared.

"Oh, silent treatment," — Loki straightened his back, wandering his gaze on the rest of the room — "I see... not that I don't deserve it, however from you? I wasn't expecting such a cold welcome... But then again," he added, facing you once more, "a lot can change in one year, can't it?"

As if you had become one with the stone under your feet, you didn't move a muscle, even though every inch of your body screamed to. You just kept staring, searching his features for glimpses of past memories; walks in the woods and the palace gardens, nights spent under the stars, sharing secrets and hopes just like lovers would.

Your silent staring competition continued for quite some time, but the longer it lasted, the more changes you noticed on Loki's face. At first, it was just a twitch in his lips, then slowly his eyes lost their characteristic smugness, until his gaze fell to the white floor together with his smirk.

"Please, don't look at me with such hatred..." he whispered, in a way that, if you didn't know any better, it sounded just like a prayer. "I can't bear it, not from you." When he eventually looked back up, your eyes met his regretful ones. "I only did what I had to do..."

"That's not true..." You shook your head, pressing your lips in a thin line. "Of all the things you could say to excuse you, that's not one. You didn't have to do anything. You had a choice, and you could've chosen us."

How painful was still that last word on your lips! A deadly kiss, that tasted like roses and rotten flesh.

"You could've chosen a happiness that didn't come from power," you continued, stepping closer to the orange barrier, "one that would've lasted longer than life itself, if you truly wanted to." You stopped for a moment, breathing slowly in, letting him ponder the possibility he had thrown away. "But you didn't."

This time was his turn not to utter a word. He stared back at you, his eyes getting more and more blurry by the second. As you watched his hurt expression, you felt a lump growing in your throat, pricking your eyes with guilt and sorrow, but you gulped it down.

"I loved you, Loki. More than I've ever loved anyone. And your death destroyed my soul. I shed all my tears over you..." And I will not cry for you again.

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't need your apologies," you cut him off, even though you knew how heavy were those words on his tongue. But now, they weren't enough. "I need my heart back, but that's something I'll never be able to fix."

You expected him to perhaps say something more. You didn't know what. That he regretted it, that he missed the life he had with you, as simple as it was... but he didn't.

You turned around, going back from the way you came him. Not a word was uttered, not a tear was shed. But two hearts were still broken.

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Okay, I couldn’t decide on this one.

#41. “She was nothing to you, was she? Then prove it.” W Kol and it’s reader finder out he cheated on her w Davina OR Reader catches Elijah w Hayley 🤔

Love a good vamp!reader turning their humanity off and making their lover do something horrible. 🥰

Of Blood and Despair

Summary: You've been dating Kol for some years now and you've just found out that Kol cheated on you with Davina during most of this time. Overwhelmed by the pain, you decide to turn off your humanity and let them pay for what they have done to you.

Pairing: (past) Kol Mikaelson x vampire!reader / Kol Mikaelson x Davina Claire

Prompt: "She was nothing to you, was she? Then prove it."

Warnings: 18+, disturbing imagery, descriptions of a vampire feeding, mentions of blood and death and torture, the reader is quite a bitch

A/n: Hey Ash! This was quite a challenge and not my usual gig but I really hope you enjoy! ✨💗 @hellotvshowtrash

"Y/N, stop it!"

The point of your knife left Davina's skin, giving her a momentary break from the pain even though the wounds all over her body were still burning and aching.

The room felt suddenly empty without her screams and beggings.

You turned towards Kol, stuck outside the room, watching from the doorstep as you carved Davina's skin like a painter with his canva.

"Why, my love?" You asked with a smirk, walking closer to the door. "I thought you enjoyed the sight of fresh blood."

"You're killing her!"

You smiled more, bathing in his despair. "Well, I'm glad my intentions are as clear as I hoped they would be."

He punched the doorframe, cracking the wooden planks, but he was still unable to enter. The desperation in his eyes grew a bit more and so did the pleasure of seeing him like this. So helpless, and all because of you.

"She doesn't deserve to die, Y/N."

"Wrong!" You stopped playing with your knife, then pointing it to Davina, tied on a chair in the middle of the room. "She took you away from me."

"She didn't!" You savoured the pain in his cracking voice. "She wasn't anything to me! What happened was all my fault, I should be the one hurting right now."

"Aw, such a gentleman!" You moved closer to the door, always out of his reach. The way his eyes pierced you had nothing of the love that used to soften them at night. "I had never pictured you as one though. Maybe because you never showed me this side of yourself..."

"Please." He was begging, his knees close to falling to the ground and complete the masterpiece. "I'll do anything but stop hurting her."

You raised your eyebrows, a malignant delight tugging your lips upwards. "Anything?"

Kol nodded, both resignation and hope in the shadows and light of his eyes. You took another step closer, the distance between you reduced now to a breath that you filled with a whisper.

"Then kill her."

He immediately pulled away. "What?"

"She was nothing to you, was she?" With a malicious smile still on your face, you handed him the knife. "Then prove it."

Kol hesitated, his hand hovering over the hadle, painted with Davina's blood.

"Come on!" You shoved the knife closer to him, chuckling slightly at the horror on his face. "It's an easy shot from here." You turned to Davina, a rush of anger flooding over you. Even covered in marks and blood, she was still beautiful. "Right through the heart."

"I-" He took a deep breath, his fingers almost touching the handle, but then he shook his head, his hand retreating back to himself. "I can't..."

You sighed, taking back the knife. "Such a pity... You could've spared her a painful death."

Before Kol could've said anything you were next to Davina, your fangs tearing apart her neck and blood dripping from her veins.

You heard screams, from both Davina and Kol, and felt something scratching in your chest, an annoying claw poking your heart. Grief, you imagined. Maybe a hint of guilt as well. However, the pleasure of feeling Davina's life leaving her body as her blood flowed down your throat was enough to shut it down.

When you finally moved away from her corpse, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips.

"I get now why you liked her..." You licked your lips and wiped away a drop of blood on your chin. "She did taste extremely good."

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Hey, there! For your 500 followers event I have a request! Sorry if this is a little soon but I'm sick rn and desperate for entertainment sooo... I was thinking angst prompts 11. 13. and 64. For Kol Mikaelson if you would be so kind. My idea was Kol and the reader have been dating for a little while when Kol loses control and bites her on accident. He comes back to ask for another chance but the reader has some common sense and a sense of self preservation. If you don't wanna do this that's totally fine. Love ya anyway 😉

I wish I had never met you

Summary: After almost dying to Kol's bite, in an act of self-presercation you decide to end things with him. But one day, you find him at your door.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader

Prompt: “I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you.” // “The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.” // “I wish you’d just leave me alone, I wish I’d never met you.”

Warnings: bit of language, mentions of blood and scars and death, angsty angst

A/n: Hello anon! I truly hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!✨

A knock on the door. A pause.

Two other knocks.

Another pause followed by one last knock.

You put down your phone, taking a sharp breath in through your nose. You slowly walked towards the door, only four words in your head, reapeted as an old chant: he can't hurt you.

"You changed apartment."

Not even a 'hello', but you weren't surprised. Kol had never been one to care about form.

"Yeah." You nodded, holding the door completely open, fully aware he couldn't come in; not without your permission. "Take a wild guess why."

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "You think I would sneak on you? Hurt you again?"

"Your words, not mine." With a shrug, you lowered your gaze. You couldn't hold his gaze: everytime you met his eyes, they were surrounded by black roots, and filled with a demonic crave. "Why are you here, Kol?"

"You know why." You saw his hand moving, trying to reach you, even though it couldn't go past the doorframe. Nevertheless, the memory of his fingers digging in your flesh ran down your spine. "Let me in, so we can properly talk."

"You should go."

Your voice was flat, no hint of the fear that was racing head to head with your heart.

"Y/N, please!" You didn't have to look at him to know that he was begging you. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? That was never meant to happen!"

There was regret, pain even in his tone. But... "But it did happen, Kol. It did, and I almost died."

Your hand ran unconsciously to your neck, your turtleneck hiding a scar. His scar. A brand you never asked for but that was now carved in your skin.

"I know, and I hate myself for it. Everyday." He leaned closer into the doorframe, and you heard him wincing when he met the magic seal that kept him out. "I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you."

His words, that maybe in his ears sounded filled with regret and pity, made your stomach twist with rage.

"Sorry if my almost death made you feel miserable. Maybe next time try not to feed on your fucking girlfriend!"

"Are you at least trying to understand-"

"What, exactly?" You finally raised your gaze and his eyes were still there, a shade darker than the hot chocolate you used to drink together. "That the smell of my blood was too good to resist? That you couldn't help but taste me?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You know it's not like that..."

"I know," you confirmed, taking a step back from where he stood, "but I don't care, Kol. One close death was enough for me, and the less I know about all of this stuff, the better."

For once, Kol didn't utter a word. He just stared at you, and his eyes were a window to all the past sweet memories you shared together, even in the brief time it lasted. However, you now couldn't unsee the predator in him, something you had tried to ignore... before it happened.

"The worst part was that I saw it coming." A chuckle escaped your lips, a wry smile plastering on your mouth. "I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around." You shook your head, lowering your gaze once again and wiping quickly away some inopportune tears.

"I wish I could go back in time and change everything."

"I wish you’d just leave me alone." You met his gaze one last time. "And I wish I had never met you." That was the last thing you asked him as you closed the door.

With the click of the lock, you let your back rest on the door as more and more tears rolled down your eyes. You didn't hear him walk away, but you knew he was gone, just as you asked.

"I wish I had never met you," you whispered again, and again, and again, hoping that one day, that lie would become true.

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hi sweetheart! for your 500 event <33 could you write a blurb with steve rogers? and the prompt, “You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.”

The Lies of a Rightful Heart

Summary: You find out Steve will leave you to go back to the 40s and live his life with Peggy.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader / (implied) Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Prompt: "You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now"

Warning: angst, bit of language, takes place in Endgame

A/n: Hello Aurora! I truly hope you enjoy this fic, it was a pleasure and honor writing it!💕

Tags: @auroracalisto @hellotvshowtrash @elijahs-wife @imaginearyparties (if want to be removed or added, let me know <3)

You were sat on the couch when Steve opened the front door. The television was on but you couldn't focus on it. The voices though, their muffled sound was enough to shut out the otherwise unbearable silence of the house.

Steve had just said something but your ears didn't get it. He was still going on and his voice, normally able to soothe you like nothing else, made you tremble in anger.

You grasped the remote and shut off the television before standing up and turning towards him. "Why haven't you told me?"

He stopped mid-sentence, his face a mix of surprise and confusion, and you couldn't blame him: there hadn't been many times in which you sounded so bitter.

"What are you talking about?" he carefully asked, putting the contents of the shopping bag on the kitchen counter in their rightful spots.

"That you're leaving."

Relief washed over him as Steve sighed and smiled gently, putting the last bag of chips on the shelf. "Lang told you that, didn't he?"

He stepped towards you, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer. "The Infinity Stones must be returned to their right timelines and I volunteered to do this. But you don't have to worry," he grinned, gently kissing your forehead, "if Banner and Lang are right —and they are— I'll be back in a matter of seconds." He started swaying you around, leaving another kiss on your cheek. "You won't even notice I'm gone."

If only you didn't know the truth, then you could continue dancing in the kitchen, stepping on each other's toes, drowning your faces in the other's neck and laugh and kiss and live, doing the most of the rest of the day and the entirety of the night.

If only...

You took his hands and moved them away from your waist, taking a step back to look him in the eyes. "Don't lie to me."

Steve smiled, gently stroking your cheek. "I'm not, Y/N. I swear, everything's gonna be-"

"Bucky told me your plan."

His hand froze on your skin, turning to stone the moment you opened your mouth. "Oh." He took it away, slightly backing away from you, avoiding your gaze as someone had just caught him on top of a corpse. Your corpse. "I see."

"Oh, I see?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Are those the only words you can think of right now?!"

"Y/N, I..."

"Were you really going to leave me without telling me anything?"

He didn't answer. He just stared in silence as you shook your head and rubbed your eyes. "Good, good, it's good to know how much you care about me!"

"I do care about you." An inappropriate —and slightly hysterical— chuckle left your lips. "I just didn't want to hurt you."

"Oh, did you? Or did you just want to avoid doing this?" you asked, moving your hands between the two of you. "Because, in my humble opinion, realising you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with me must hurt pretty badly."

He didn't say anything. Again. But this time his gaze fell on the floor.

You pushed down whatever guilt was bulding inside your chest for making him feel like that. Even if he was a good man, Steve had really fucked up this time. And you had all the rights to be pissed off.

Nonetheless, you took a deep breath, trying to push down the boulder of anger that wanted to roll off your tongue.

"You know, Steve... I really loved you. No. I really, truly love you. And I thought, for a moment, that you really loved me too. That I finally had a good thing, in this life." You took another breath, and air burned in your lungs, but you managed to put on a smile. "But, as we can see, I was wrong. You'll never me love like you loved her. Like you love her. I know that now. I just wish I had known that from the start."

Steve was looking at you now, the pitiful look in his eyes too much for you and your wounded heart. You turned around and headed straight to your bedroom. There was no need to tell him to leave: the door opened and closed a few moments later.

How you heard it above the sound of your sobbing, you'll never know.

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Everyone, welcome to Annie's 500 followers' event! Again, thank you for helping me reaching this huge milestone. I always cherish any feedback I get from you and it's mostly what has kept me on this site so long. So, thank you once more💗

The event will be on from 6pm CET the 20th of October to 6pm CET the 27th of October, so you have until then to send in your asks!Anons are, of course, more than welcome to stop by!

(more details under the cut)

🍰So, what would you prefer to eat?

—As you might already know, these are the fandoms I write for:

The Originals;

The Vampire Diaries;

Marvel (including the Venom's movies);

Supernatural;

Bridgerton;

(if you're not sure if I write for a certain character, ask me with no worries)

🍰Let's chit-chat, shall we?

— I'd love to talk to you, guys, so send in via ask whatever you want! Funny things, fic/book/movie recommendations, even just a 'hello'! And if perhaps you want to know more about me, ask me anything you're curious about!

— And of course, I'm open to all kind of games you can come up with! Fmk, would you rather, this or that, I'm ready to play!

🍰How about some music?

— If you didn't know, I love music, so send me a character/ship and I'll make a small playlist about them.

🍰Here's the buffet!

— In this week I will also opening my requests, so you can send in yours with a prompt of your own choosing and I will write for you a short BLURB. It can be whatever you want, really, but in case you don't have any ideas, you can choose from this list or this other one.

It might take a while to answer to your ask, but don't worry: I'll reply to everyone throughout this week (and maybe a bit after that) <3

Tagging some lovely mutuals that are the best and that I dearly love: thank you for your support👉👈💘

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HI ANNIE!! congratulations on 500!! 💗 you deserve it so much and im so happy for you!! can i request a little playlist for enzo st john pls 🥺💞

HI TAY! Thank you so much, I love you!!🥺💗 Now... I tried making a playlist even though I don't really know Enzo (I still haven't seen him on screen), so I based it on vibes I get from him and from the fics I've seen with him. Hope you like it!✨

Enzo St. John — 🎶a playlist🎶

• Pierre – Ryn Weaver

• Dance All Night – Nathan Wagner

• Ophelia – The Lumineers

• Riptide – Vance Joy

• The Night We Met – Lord Huron

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Do you have any songs that remind you of your fic When You Finally See Me? (I love the originals x Bridgerton esque feel of it and ugh I just really love it!)

Actual footage of me, reading your ask:

I'm so, so happy that you like it💕, and I swear I'm working on chapter 3. I don't know when I'll finish though🙃

So, I don't really have a playlist for When you finally see me. When I think about it, the first songs that come to my mind are:

• Wildest Dreams – Taylor Swift

• Sense and Sensibility – movie soundtrack

• The Unofficial Bridgerton Musical – Barlow & Bear (especially Alone Together)

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annie! congrats again on 500!!! i’m here to participate in your celebration by asking for a playing of YOUR favourite marvel character! 💚

Hey Summer! Thank you very much, you're amazing💗✨ and thank you for your ask! This was a lot of fun to do!

Scott Lang — 🎶a playlist🎶

• Stereo Hearts – Gym Class Heroes

• Would You Be So Kind – Dodie

• Time Passing Through – Kaden McKay

• Galway Girl (cover) – Malinda

• Strawberry Blonde – Mitski

Bonus Track

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Annie can you provide a fun fact about yourself? I’m curious

OR WAIT 2 TRUTHS AND A LIE that’s fun omg

Alright, let the game begin!✨

1. I still sleep with my teddy bears🐻

2. One time, I stepped on a snake in the mountains and almost slipped off the path and in a ravine🐍

3. When I'm alone, I talk to myself in English🇬🇧

So, which is the lie?