#[ probably my mikaelson playlist ]

[svltzmans]

hello, can you do one where hope takes her gf to meet klaus and hayley (you can add any of the other mikaelson if you want!). headcanon, story, or any other format is fine with me!

hope mikaelson bringing her gf home to her parents headcanons <3

a/n: hi anon!! this is my first request that's so exciting!! (am i pathetic idk) but i'm really glad you requested for hope bc i love her sm and i hope i do her justice <3 tysm for submitting this! i hope you like it!!

warnings: i don't think any?? just not proofread as always!!!

LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED

hope would bring up the idea after you guys had been together for a while

and you were just sitting on the couch or something when she asked if you wanted to

and you would be SO NERVOUS because you know how much hope respects her parents and values their opinions

and we all know hope is headstrong and comes across as brave constantly, but she is secretly nervous too

even though she knows klaus and hayley will like you

and despite how much hope reassures you klaus and hayley both intimidate you a lot

but nonetheless y'all hop in the car for a long ass road trip to new orleans

i just know hope has an incredible road trip playlist

but anyway the drive feels like forever and a half because of the nerves

i feel like klaus and hayley would just be waiting outside for you guys to arrive

and seeing them in person completely freaks you out so you instinctively take hope's hand

"they are going to love you. i know i told you that a billion times and you won't believe me until you see it, but i swear it's true."

you guys get out of the car together, but hope steps out slightly ahead of you so you have a second to breathe

it's also insanely hot in new orleans and it's not helping your anxiety

but once you step out of the car and start walking toward the (massive ass) house, you start to feel a little better seeing hope embrace both of her parents

and then eventually their attention turns to you

i feel like hayley would say something along the lines of "hope, you didn't tell me she was this stunning!" and hope would be like "actually i did???" 😭😭😭

and you'd just be standing there blushing profusely thinking about the things hope told her parents about you

klaus honestly doesn't know how to respond to this situation

he kinda just gives an awkward handshake and hello

but he warms up to you so fast

soon enough he's telling you stories hope hasn't even heard

and she's like "who even is the favorite here?"

you guys would be staying for the weekend before returning to mystic falls

and during that time klaus and hayley grew to love you even more

hope would probably have a few things planned like dinners and stuff

but it would overall be a relaxed weekend getting to know hope's family

they're actually sad when you have to go

i feel like rebekah would show up like sunday night and be like wtf i missed it :(

but she would have a cute introductory conversation with you too!

and you'd turn to hope and be like "she is actually MY aunt"

in the car on the way home hope would be a total smartass and be like "i told you they would like you!!!"

and you'd kinda just smile because she was right

[dckweed]

hello there my loves..long time no see, huh? i'm randomly back on my vampire bullshit, and may have spent a few hours listening to a spotify playlist that makes me think of elijah railing somone senseless :) youre welcome.

also, i'm going to be making an edit to my pinned post, to include a list of commissions/things i'll write for you guys in return for a small fee.

warnings: minors, DO NOT INTERACT. sexual plot, physical violence mentioned, blood, blood play, kinda rough but also kinda not..elijah just totally loving his person but wanting to go all murdery murdery on your ex for making you bleed (even though he very much enjoyed the aftermath).

im sorry but in my eyes vampire = blood kink w their significant other/mates.

PART ONE

'𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 ' elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

True to his word Elijah drove you home, kissing your cheek sweetly despite the evil glint to his eye as he watched you step out of the car, still fucked out and with his cum still wet on your cunt. He was taking more glee in this than he probably should have, and he wondered if Niklaus would be proud of him for it.

He sat in the driver's seat, car off as he watched you walk your way up to the front door, digging the keys out of your purse. He saw you fidget with the skirt of your dress touching your bottom, he wondered if maybe it was still sore, but he couldn't help but smirk harder knowing it was his hand print that adorned your ass, his cum that still lingered in your pussy, pooling slowly between your legs and seeping out onto your skirt. He felt his cock stiffen again, and fuck he hadn't ever been more turned by the thought of something so.so abhorrently human as claiming someone for his own..loving someone the way that he loved you, so truly to his core.

He watched as you pushed open the door, closing it behind you, and closed his eyes as he listened to you with his hearing.

You walked through the small hallway, noting how oddly quiet the small one story house was, aside from the clacking of your small heels against the hardwood flooring, it was as if everything was oddly still.

"Joshua?" You call out, your voice still a little shaky from earlier and probably combined with nerves. Why you were nervous, you didn't know, Joshua was harmless, he couldn't even kill a cockroach.

You veered off to the hallway that housed the two bedrooms the house held, and noticed the door to your guys' room was oddly closed. "Joshua?" You call out again, finally hearing a shuffle; hushed whispering behind the wood. You turn the knob, curious.

If you were quite honest, it wasn't the fact that you had caught him doing it, it was the fact that you didn't think he had ever had the fucking balls for it, let alone in your own home. You can't help but laugh a little at the sight of him standing in in the middle of the bed, a sheet covering his still hard, slightly less than average sized cock. You couldn't help but to laugh at that too, knowing what you had waiting for you in the car.

"Oh that's fucking hilarious.. would you believe me if I told you I was only here to tell you I've been doing the same thing?" You ask, shit eating smug grin sliding across your lips. "Holy fuck this entire year I've been feeling so bad for being with Elijah more romantically and sexually than we ever were, but this whole time you've been doing this?"

You shake your head stepping farther into the room, headed towards the dresser. You have a luggage bag sitting just next to it for a trip you were supposed to be taking next week to go visit your family, but hadn't yet packed for. You bend down towards it, feeling the skirt of your dress ride up, leaving your bottom on full display.

A choked noise comes from Joshua's throat as you throw open the lid to the case, and pull open your two drawers in the dresser, grabbing handfuls of clothes and tossing them into the open compartment as you did. You hear movement behind you, and someone sidling up behind you before you feel the skirt of your dress being pulled up to your midback.

"What the fuck is this, Y/N?" He asks, his voice calm but you could hear the undertone of intense anger behind it. His hand is on your ass, as if checking to see if it was even real what he was seeing. "Is this a fucking handprint? His handprint?"

You straighten, your dress falling as you look at him in the mirror. "Yeah, Joshua it is..he put it there about thirty minutes ago while he was fucking my brains out face down on his bed, right before he brought me here to get my things." You turn to face him, glancing at the bitch still on the bed that you had paid for. "And a lot more than you've ever done."

The look on his face is almost priceless, and you happily turn back to your bag, tossing in what was left in your drawers and getting it zipped. You start to leave when you feel his hand in your hair, pulling you backwards. "Hold the fuck on, you're not going anywhere you cheating fucking bitch," He says, and you hear the girl gasp.

"Let her go, Joshua!" She says, her voice full of her nervousness. "It's not like we weren't doing the same fucking thing, let her the fu-" She didn't have time to finish her sentence before she started screaming in fear as a blurred mass comes barreling through the bedroom, pushing you gently out of the way before grabbing your offender by the throat and pushing him up against the window on the opposite side of the room.

You can hear him growling, can tell his face has changed in the reflection of the glass and hes glaring your now ex boyfriend directly in the eye, the look on Joshua's face is one of absolute fear and panic. "Elijah stop it!" You yell, and you notice him falter. "He's not worth it, just take me home..i'm done here."

He doesn't move for a moment, his face still contorted with rage although he lets his normal face comeback. He moves his hand off of Joshua's neck and up to his face, gripping his jaw hard enough to turn make his eyes meet his own. "Joshua, i will let this go, but only because she is here. However, you will not reach out and contact her again, nor will you ever put your hands on another woman without their consent. Am I understood?" You see the man nod and Elijah drops him to the ground, where he crumples like tin foil.

"Right, come along now darling.." Elijah says, giving the girl on the bed just the briefest look. You shoot her a thankful smile for a least trying to stop Joshua from whatever he was about to do, he'd never been one to result to that kind of behavior before so it definitely took you by surprise and you were more than thankful that she had stepped in on your behalf. Elijah grabs your bag off the ground where it had fallen, and then tucks you up under his shoulder, leading you out of the room, and ultimately out of the house, though not before you can grab a photo of your sister and brother that had been hanging on the wall in the hallway, one of the only ones you had of you guys together as a family.

The ride to your new home is tense and quiet, though you know that he's not upset with you at all judging by the way his hand still lovingly rests on your thigh as he drives. You reach down and grab it, intertwining your fingers with his, something you loved doing in private and intimate moments alone with him, as you knew it wouldn't be private for long.

Nearly as soon as he had parked the car your blonde, fierce tempered best friend made her way outside, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Elijah help you out of the car before he went to grab your suitcase from the trunk.

"What happened? You smell like..stress.." She says, sniffing at you weirdly as welcomed you with open arms. "Welcome home, finally." She says, not even giving you a moment to answer as she catches her brothers strange look her way.

"Ill tell you later." You mouth, following behind your boyfriend as he heads inside, you ran to catch up with him, leaving your friend behind as he leads you to your now shared bedroom. Elijah sets your luggage off to the side, near the dresser before going over to a small chest on the other side of the room and pouring himself what looked to be a much needed drink. You purse your lips, headed to the connecting bathroom that already held many of your things from your numerous nighs spent here, fixing your hair in the mirror and touching up your lip gloss just the slightest bit before straightening out your outfit and giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

You found your vampire boyfriend seated on the chaise lounge not too far off from the bathroom, his head back, and a half full crystal glass of what appeared to be bourbon in his hand resting on the back of the lounge. You plant yourself firmly on his lap, legs on either side of his and peer down at him, your hands going to play with the bits of soft hair on the nape of his neck. He hums in response, his body relaxing at the feel of your touch.

"'lijah?" You ask, kissing his jaw just the slightest bit, almost as if to tease him. He hums again, his free hand sliding up the bare skin of your thigh to rest on your hip underneath of your dress, pushing the fabric up, almost as if he needed to be touching your skin in any way he possibly could. "I love you.." You whisper, grazing your lips against his as you speak, pressing yourself against his chest.

A noise sparks in the back of his throat as he kisses you back, lips pressed firmly against yours, holding your body in place against his own as he moves his hand from your hip to your lower back, hand splayed across it in an almost possessive way.

You move a hand from the back of his head, letting it trail over his shoulder and across his arm, fingertips ghosting over his hand as you reach for the glass it held, removing it from his grasp before reaching for the side table and setting it down haphazardly enough that the liquid splashes out of the rim.

His now free hand relocates to your thigh, the other traveling it's way up your back, resting on the back of your neck for the briefest of moments before winding up into your hair, clutching at it. Elijah groans after a moment, pulling away from you unexpectedly before yanking his hand from your hair, fingertips coated in blood. "You're bleeding.." He whispers.

You furrow your brow, face scrunching in confusion as you grab his hand, taking in the blood. You hadn't even felt any pain.. "Huh.." You say, shrugging it off. "he must've grabbed my hair hard enough that his nails dug in..i don't remember any pain though.." You feel his entire body tense up underneath of you at the mention of the events that had happened merely half an hour ago, a growl forms in his chest and a dark look passes over his face and you realize that that was definitely the wrong thing to say, you were used to seeing Elijah so composed and mannerly, you didn't even stop to think that he might not have been able to get past something like this so quickly, especially when it was pertaining to you as his significant other.

Quickly, you do the only thing that you can think of in the moment, and use your own fingers to smudge the blood off of his, looking him in the eye as you put them in his mouth. The vampire makes a noise of surprise, though doesn't reject to the experience, and you realize that he's never tastes your blood before, and that while that had always initially terrified you, doing it in this situation brought an arousal out of you that you didn't even think that you could possess.

Elijah sucks your fingers lightly, letting the taste of your crimson blood linger on his tongue, relishing in the delicacy that was your very own life force..for heavens sake he hadn't ever expected you to do that, of all things in that moment, but he'd be a damned liar if he hadn't nearly creamed his own trousers in that moment. There was no better drug in the world to him than blood, and he could officially say that there was no other blood in the world as fine tasting as your own.

You watch eyes wide, bare pussy sopping wet against his trousers as you watch him suck on your fingers, relishing in the taste. The absolute look of pure pleasure on his face was something you'd never quite seen on him before, and if you were being honest, you had definitely just opened a whole new world of pleasures for the both of you..

After a moment Elijah lets your fingers fall from your mouth, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he looks up at you, unable to even fathom words, drunk off what little taste of you he had just had. You see him swallow hard, as if trying to control himself, and without even thinking you press your lips to his in a harsh embrace, needy and desperate, of which he is all too quick to reciprocate.

You moan, hands at the collar of his shirt as you try to unbutton it, though your hands are too shakey and ultimately it's too slow work..without too much effort you pull at his shirt, the buttons flying apart but finally revealing his skin to you as you shove it off of his shoulders. He tugs his arms out, never breaking from you kiss as his hands go back to your body, squeezing and touching every inch of it.

Earlier had merely been foreplay at this point, and while he loved how beautiful your dress was on you, he couldn't stand to look at it anymore, not when he needed you oh so badly in this moment, and so, in similar fashion to your own, he merely tugs at the spot behind your neck, ripping the dress into two before tossing it somewhere off to the side. He kisses you with a hungry, firey passion, damn near growling in pleasure as he brings a harsh smack down upon your bare ass cheek, which had to have still been sore from earlier.

You squeal at the contact, breaking your kiss for merely a second to catch your breath before giggling like a ditz as he stands to his feet with ease, you in his arms, before tossing you into the middle of his large, four poster bed. You land on your back, bouncing against the mattress. Propped up on your elbows you watch as he makes quick work of his trousers and underwear, surprised to see how hard his cock was already as it swings free of it's restraints.

It's almost predatory the way that he climbs up the bed towards you, eyes held on you, unwavering, gives him the predatory aura, and it quite literally suits him. You watch the muscles in his arms move under his skin with each movement he makes, every inch that he comes closer to you, admiring the way his body looked as he stared down at you, ready to pounce on you.

He finally makes his way between your legs, lingering wet kisses up your body as he presses against you, trailing harsh hickies up your neck, before coming to rest on your face. You're breathless a the sensation of his teeth against your skin, and as he brings his face up to yours, you gasp, this wasn't youre usual Elijah, the person staring at you now was 100% vampire. The veins in his face are prominent, and you notice that his grasp is much stronger than normal as he takes hold of your thigh, bringing it up to hook around his waist, cock sliding into your sopping pussy as he does.

You clench around him immediately, a moan coming from deep within you as you throw your head back, instinctively moving your other leg up to wrap around him, not wanting to let him go as you pull him against your body. The pace he sets is damn near brutal, but none the less pleasurable for you as he takes hard, deep strokes in and out of your already quivering cunt, your brain unable to keep with the sensation as you babble out a string of incoherent noises.

He loves you like this, an absolute vulnerable mess under him, and call it the predator in him, but god damn it only spurred him on farther. His cock was hard he could barely feel it, and he knew that like this he could go for hours, although deep in his mind that little voice reminded him that you were still human, and he was already brutally fucking you into his mattress.

"'lijah, i..oh..holy..ohmygod..." Is the string of words that falls from your mouth as he pulls an earth-shattering orgasm from you in barely a few minutes, he growls in response taking your lips against his own harshly once more, using a hand behind your head to lock you in place against him as he splits his tongue between your lips, searching for your own withing the cavern of your mouth.

His pace doesn't falter, and as he brings the hand out from behind your head, once more tainted with your blood, he drags it across the skin of your chest, painting you with the red liquid he so desperately craved. His mouth follows his hand, tongue lapping up every bit of it he could get, groaning so fucking pathetically with pleasure as he does it. The taste of your blood turns him on in such a way that he suddenly realizes he's not going to last too much longer, and with one hand, he braces himself against the mattress, forearm holding his weight next to your head as he uses his other one to slip under your lower back, lifting your hips up into a new position as he continued to drive his cock into you harsher than he ever had before, grinning almost sadistically at you as your panted, barely comprehendable words turn into a river of high pitched squeals, your hands grabbing onto anything they could reach to brace yourself, face almost unreadable from how fucking amazing you were feeling.

Elijah growls, hand gripping on to his bedding as he stares down at you, the taste of your blood still lingering on his taste buds. He needed more, though even in his most animalistic state he knew he couldn't straight up drink from you, too afraid that he would accidentally drain you.

After a few moments more of his continued pace, the bed jolting underneath of you, the vampire rakes his teeth across the skin of your chest, right above your left breast, right above your heart, his teeth sinking in just enough to draw blood to the surface, letting it flow out and smear against his lips, you moan at the sensation, and as you watch hin lick your blood from your skin your pussy clenches hard, drawing out a strangled moan from him as your nails clamp down into the skin of his shoulder blades, drawing blood on your own as you clung to him for dear life, fearing he was going to fuck you through the floor.

You knew what he was holding back from, could feel it in the way he clenched his eyes shut after licking your chest clean, it wasn't enough. You also knew you couldn't take much more of this brutal pounding to your pussy (as much as you do enjoy this unexplored side of him).

Deciding that you trust him enough, you gather your breath, trying to think in a clear pattern before you use both hands to grip the back of his head, pulling at his hair to lift his head up to look at you, staring into his eyes.

"Bite. Me." You say, nodding at him, before losing yourself in a moan again as he yet again shifts your position to your body being damn near folded un half, you scream as you feel the bed give out beneath you and drop to the ground, thr movement somehow sending his cock even deeper inside of you, and God it is a sensation you haven't ever felt before.."Elijah, baby, please..please..please.." you don't even remember what you're begging for, and can barely comprehend the movement of his face to your neck, where he nuzzles it almost lovingly before you feel his teeth sink into the delicate, already bruised skin and start sucking, a sensation that borders on pain and euphoria. the feeling is brief, and you very distinctly hear him shout in ecstasy as his hot cum sprays inside of you, pumping it into you for a minuet or too before he has to stop, both of you overestimated and over-fucked.

His body slumps against yours, both of you relaxing, bodies pressed against each other as you play with his hair, your brain still reeling from the way that he had fucked you, and from the very intimate moment you had just shared with him..

You feel his body start to slump more, and you know he's about to fall asleep, though before he does he makes sure to shift the both of you so that you're spooning, him behind you. Somehow, maneuvering you so that his cock doesn't slip out, he didn't jniw why, but he needed to keep feeling you like that for a while, wanting to feel connected to you in any way now that he had drinken your blood in that way..he had just claimed you for the entire vampire world, that mark would scar, and it's not like most of the vampire population didn't already know..he couldn't ever be too safe though..

"Elijah.." You mumble, eyes closed. You hear him hum behind you, feel his arm tighten around your middle as he tried to pull you closer.."We broke the bed.."

He chuckles behind you, kissing the back of your head before whispering in your ear, "I love you, baby.."

@amournoir :)

[accidentalshifter]

List of TVD/Original-verse Minishifts (Part 2, Electric Boogaloo)

Tw: blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation & dark themes. My dream Mikaelsons do not play nice at all. Be warned.

Unlike my other DRs where I've had success in scripting some things like choosing when I go in and where...this...whatever it is?? A weird alternate universe of the TVD/Original-verse or something?? Doesn't seem to play by the rules and refuses to adhere to any script I've tried to throw at it. At this point, I'm just riding the ride...

If anything, it's good inspiration for a story. Even if I sound absolutely crazy...

⚜️ Davina Claire is sitting on a three-legged stool, focusing on a singing bowl placed in front of her on a work table. Herbs, crystals, and candles litter the table as well. I can't tell what kinds of stones or herbs they are. This shift was quick to come & quicker to go. She is (slowly) circling the wooden mallet of the singing bowl around the rim of it, creating a brassy, humming sound. It looks like she is meditating while doing this. [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah and her new werewolf boyfriend (who I'm pretty certain is that blonde named Oliver) are having really loud sex upstairs in one of the rooms of the Mikaelson chateau. The one in the French Quarter. I'm stuck as a ghost listening to it down in the courtyard & wishing I could raid their wet bar so at least I'm drunk while being stuck here. Their loud sex turns into loud conversation and arguing about Marcel. It seems like Oliver feels like a rebound. But if the shoe fits, my dude, you should probably wear it... [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah pours himself a late-night drink of aged liquor from his special reserve cabinet hidden in the office room of the Mikaelson chateau. He's agitated about something. It looks like he hasn't...I guess, fed?? There are the growing signs of dark circles underneath his eyes. The first button of his button-down shirt is undone, his silk tie is loosened. He's gripping the cut crystal glass too tight. His dark gaze trails over to the many journals he has opened at his desk. Some journals look old as fuck. Some of them look newer, with fresher pages that aren't yellowed and brittle and musty. I think these journals are his... [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah watching YouTube facial & skin care tutorials and making snide commentary at the YouTubers she doesn't like or how she has been doing the very same beautification regiment for hundreds of years longer than them. There's also some Youtubers that she does like and I notice her adding them to her playlist. I had to have been there for 20 mins just sitting on her bed while she sat in front of her vanity mirror, applying makeup to get ready for some event. On the plus side?? I've started incorporating facial scrubs into my own routine here in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus strolling on into the chateau at 3 am with two drunk girls on either side of him & one other that he's more focused on. She's the most drunk. One of the girls tugs on his arm, asking him in a slurred voice "where all the fun is at?" and that she's "bored". The girl wearing a tight black cocktail dress asks Nik "if there's any liquor here?" and pouts. Klaus laughs, assuring them that the fun has just begun, and leads them all upstairs. I decide that I'm staying in the courtyard for this but for some fucking reason, I feel myself being dragged upstairs along with them. Even tho I try to grab hold tight to the bannister of the staircase. It doesn't work. The scene is going to Klaus' painting room whether I want to go or not...

With huge amounts of pride, Niklaus shows off his "post modern art." Especially to that one girl he's fixated on. I notice him sliding up behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. I wince. I try to say something to interrupt what I predict is going to unfold in a few seconds. Nobody hears me. Klaus has that girl in his clutches. He asks her what her opinion on the piece is and when she goes to speak, his mouth is on the crook of her neck. What comes out of the girl's mouth is a soft little whimper to which Klaus teasingly says "Oh, is it that good, love?? You could say I'm inspired-" and that's when he takes a vicious bite into her neck. The blood spurting goes everywhere. On the walls, on the paintings. He was not neat or precise with his bite. He didn't even give her a chance to scream. But I am screaming.

I try to run out of the room. But, as soon as I do, I seem to hit an invisible wall. And I can't push through it. I'm left to watch Klaus drop the girl whose neck now has a gaping hole in it and see the other two girls scream and try to scramble for the door. He lets them have a second where they think they're gonna make it and...basically catches, compels, & forces them to act like death is just one huge turn on kink they have. I, on the other hand, have slid down the surface of the invisible wall & now sit on the floor, repeating "I'm in my CR" over and over again until suddenly I'm back in my room. I did not sleep that night. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus on another occasion, escorting a very beautiful, dark haired, Latina out of the chateau after a night spent together. I catch sight of the woman staring directly at me as she and Klaus walk past me in the courtyard. She says nothing about it to him. [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah has a very tense conversation over speaker phone with Marcel in his office. Idk why this is on speaker phone since nobody that I can see is with Elijah...except me. But Elijah doesn't see me or he is pretending not to??? Anyways, Marcel is vehemently deflecting Elijah's pointed accusations that he's trying to undermine the Mikaelson's authority over New Orleans. Marcel points out that he can't undermine "Mikaelson authority" when he's settled across the river, not inside the French Quarter, & running his own vampire club. He can't be blamed that he runs the show better than them. Elijah adjusts something on his sleeves, reiterates the terms of a truce they had made, and Marcel laughs. Somewhere outside the office, I hear the sound of a door being slammed shut. [Awake]

⚜️ Father Kieran stomps into the chateau & he looks like absolute garbage. He demands to talk to Elijah while Klaus taunts him in the courtyard and Kieran barely restrains what I imagine was going to be a punch to the face. Elijah takes the priest up to his office but not after reminding Klaus that he's being "sullen" for someone who wanted to be King of New Orleans. This leaves me alone with Klaus in the courtyard whose mood suddenly swings to anger. He flings one of the garden tables across the courtyard, nearly missing me. I'm not happy about this either, Klaus. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus just sitting there & reading a book for what felt like a half an hour. Pretty sure it was a Dickens book. I honestly wasn't really paying attention because while he was in his book, I was trying to slam my body against the invisible barrier that prevents me from leaving the chateau. Eventually I tired myself out to the point I ended up back in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus and Rebekah sniping at each other after Klaus took a jab at Rebekah about her choices in "rebound guys." Elijah rubs at his forehead like he's having a particularly bad migraine and eventually walks away. There is a dead body of a girl just laying on the table in-between Klaus and Rebekah like she's the leftover McDonald's bags they forgot to toss in the trash. Her blood is dripping down onto the rug, creating a huge dark red stain spot. I am still not used to this. The show made it a lot...easier to take in. [Awake]

⚜️ The hell week Niklaus & Rebekah seemed to be in a competition on who could be more petty. I would seriously get tiny minishifts of Rebekah turning up the music when Niklaus was painting or Niklaus ruining her sheets & bed with another...leftover...person. That he'd just fed on. Or Rebekah tainting the rim of all of Klaus' wine glasses with Vervain. Niklaus fucked up Oliver in turn. Elijah had to squash it with a big, uncomfortable, family fun time meeting. Saying that they were letting their boredom get the better of them finally being able to enjoy having a "home" again. Why do I gotta be a part of family fun time? [Awake]

⚜️ Being in my CR, walking into the kitchen for a 3 am snack, and hearing Elijah's voice say "Niklaus, listen to reason!" as if the two of them were just in the other room and me replying in a deadpan voice before I realized I said anything "he's not gonna, bro." [Awake]

⚜️ Watching the St. Anne's massacre with Cami's twin brother just losing his shit. I'm not going to elaborate on this one. There's a reason the show didn't really show the scene in full. [Asleep]

⚜️ Laying awake in my bed, staring up at the ceiling because I can't sleep, noticing that it looks different than I remember, and seeing a familiar hand out of the corner of my eye. This hand has a daylight ring attached to it and leather bracelets with steel beads. My heart leaps into my throat. I jump out of bed to realize I'm back inside my room in my CR. Nobody is in my bed. [Awake]

⚜️ The three week period of time in my CR when Joeseph Morgan scambot pages kept flooding into my Facebook inbox. This isn't a minishift, it was just weird & super annoying. [Awake]

⚜️ One of the few times I wasn't stuck inside the Mikaelson chateau. Klaus is standing in the shadows of an alleyway across the street from Rousseau's, I think?? He's waiting for a person to come outside. [Awake]

So these are all the major minishifts that are memorable. Trust me, there's been more but they were just...little mundane moments that happened for an instant & were gone just as quick.

All of these minishifts and I still can't put any of them together as to why my imagination & dreams keep bringing me there. After all, I am currently obsessed with Hazbin Hotel & would rather be chilling with Alastor or Nifty or fucking Vox even.

Tomorrow is the New Moon in Pisces and it's a prime time to start dreamwork. So even if I don't feel prepared enough... I've decided it's high time to actually stop resisting the tug & be the bigger problem for my most likely all in my head dream Mikaelsons.

Wish me luck.

I'll be reporting in soon with a breakdown of my "TVD/Originals DR" and field notes. This time, I'm going to focus on a "DR-self" that I can embody so that I'm not stuck as a ghost which is a huge big bummer. Of course, that also means that the Mikaelsons will be able to see & interact with me. If I run into them at all...

[morningstargirl666]

THE LITTLE WOLF UPDATE

It's here. The new improved chapters 1-3 have posted. Read The Big Bad Wolf's prequel from the beginning here. Chapters 4 & 5 should be posted a week from now, either on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, depending on when I finish it.

Think of it as my little gift to you all - I hope you all have a Merry Christmas (or a Happy Hanukkah!). And for those who don't celebrate either, then Happy New Year!

If you want more details on all the changes I made to The Little Wolf, read below. It's not too spoil-ery but it's not exactly spoiler-free either, so by all means come back later to see if you found all the changes I made! Extra kudos to those who notices them all.

Over 20k+ of brand new content. This includes two new chapters (chapter 2 & 4 respectively) and around 20 or more new scenes to devour across the entirety of the fic.

Original scenes have been tweaked and expanded upon, with longer conversations or scenes between characters.

All punctuation, grammar and spelling has been proof read repeatedly. I won't say it's all perfect, because I've probably still missed bits, but its in a much better state than it was before. Dialogue grammar in particular has had a complete overhaul, which should make everything much easier to read.

Each chapter has song lyrics at the beginning, fitting the vibes or themes of the chapter. This is a part of a playlist that I will share in Running With Wolves after completing the editing to The Big Bad Wolf (which has it's own share of songs, compiled with a mix of the music I listen to while writing and music I feel embodies each chapter).

In a similar thread, new timestamps have been added whenever there is a time or location jump. Again, this is a change that will be happening to The Big Bad Wolf as well to make flashbacks clearer. Upon completion of TBBW's edit, a timeline will be added to Running With Wolves so you can see all of the events that take place in the series in chronological order.

Historical accuracy has been given a bigger focus. Obviously, there's still a need for suspension of disbelief (vikings never travelled that far south in America, horses weren't introduced to America until the 1500s etc) as I'm no history buff and I personally believe you can allow a little leeway for sake of creative freedom. However, that said, I've tried to right the most egregious wrongs by Julie Plec: the white washing of the native Americans, the almost European-Christian culture of the Mikaelsons' village (views on bastards, women like Rebekah not carrying arms and being all innocently feminine even though they were warrriors too in viking culture, lack of historical accuracy in settings/costumes/props etc) and of course, the complete lack of explanation behind how the vikings arrived in Southern America. Hopefully it should feel more alive, and I'll probably add even more in the final FINAL edit that will happen once I've finished TBBW.

The Little Wolf's main focus is Klaus' characterisation arc. However, in this rewrite, all the Mikaelson siblings get more screen time and you get their characterisation arcs in the background, as a treat.

Henrik is much more fleshed out as a character. He's mischievous and playful, a lot like Kol, with other attributes from the other siblings thrown in. He's also got more Youngest Sibling energy, just as the other siblings have Middle Child/Eldest Child energy, because in a fic about family, really that's the most important detail of them all.

I've delved deeper into Mikael and Esther's treatment of Klaus and how it wasn't much different to how they treated the other siblings after all. Don't get me wrong - in my mind Klaus was dealt the worst of Mikael's physical fury, but I don't believe 'he was singled out' is as black and white as the show would lead you to believe. That's not how abusive households work.

Talking about Klaus' characterisation, think of this fic as the death of Niklaus Mikaelson, leading to the birth of Klaus, The Original Hybrid. The Little Wolf leading the way for The Big, Bad Wolf. You'll get innocent baby boi Niklaus of course, but that same innocent kid has a feral side. When you become a vampire, it heightens who you already are and Klaus - he had that fury and violence in him all along, and it wasn't just because of the wolf.

In a lot of human-era Originals fics and the actual shows, when they're turned into vampires its all very planned out. Idk, like Esther and Mikael are evil villains twirling their moustaches? Turning their children into vampires, its all very pre-meditated, oh the horror and everything. And although there is elements of that in this rewrite (they ARE shitty, evil parents after all) I tried to do something a little original myself. In this fic, more focus is given to the family's grief and how Henrik's death becomes the shatterpoint for EVERYTHING. His death causes every bad decision made by the family from that moment on. It's less of "I planned to make my children the most powerful beings to ever walk this earth" and more of "I tried to save my children and didn't expect ANY of this so wtf do I do now, another bad decision? Yeah let's do that". You feel me? Hopefully that comes across anyways.

Okay what haven't I mentioned yet... WEREWOLF LORE. Yeah that's been expanded on and fleshed out some more. You get a glimpse into my take on how the werewolf gene is triggered, along with a coming of age ritual, general culture, outsider prejudice against werewolves etc...Klaus' views on them is much more explored, especially in relation to his heritage. Kinda playing with the idea that him being a bastard was never the problem to Mikael or Klaus - it was him being a werewolf.

Since I started re-writing this I watched way too many of Mike Flanagan's series'. So I kinda went all 'Midnight Mass' on the Mikaelson's village. Oopsies.

In a similar thread, the raven from the Fall of The House of Usher left a bigger impact on me than I like to admit. That's something so sexy about an omen of death okay leave me alone I NEED THE FORESHADOWING

There's probably more, I'm disclaiming that now, but I've forgotten. Go forth and devour my lovelies ✨

[katherineholmes]

AO3 Wrapped

Oh my God, the year has come to an end. In many ways, 2022 was the worst year of my life, but in some small ways, it was also a year of learning. I think I learnt a lot things year, about life, about love, about myself, and of course about writing.

Which means I have to do an AO3 wrapped, so here we go!

How many words have you written this year?

287,532 (this is not counting all the drafts that I have scrapped and haven’t published yet.)

How many works did you publish this year?

29

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Oof, I’m gonna give you guys TMI, my nana passed away this August, on a Sunday evening. So two weeks after that, on a Sunday, thick in the throes of my grief, I sat down and wrote The Monster In Her Mind. Seven hours and almost ten thousand words, it’s the most cathartic experience I’ve ever had. (Sorry Elena baby ❤️)

What work of yours has the most hits?

Irresistible

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Fireplace Ashes

Favorite title you used?

Painted Red and Purple

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Probably Taylor Swift.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Klena of course

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Klaus/Elena/Elijah OT3. It’s a challenge, but I love navigating around the three of them- all of them so different, yet they have such strong personalities and bonds with each other. All three relationships are so different individually, but there’s so much potential there.

What work was the quickest to write? Probably The Monster In Her Head. 10k words in ~7 hours is pretty quick. Editing in 2 hours, I posted it the same night, I think.

What work took you the longest to write?

Make It Holy - still developing/writing it.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

14

What’s your longest work of the year?

Irresistible

What’s your shortest work of the year?

Heart and Soul at 395 words.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

All fourteen of them, I’m gonna have a lot of free time after exam, so I’m gonna try and finish as many of them as I can.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Canon Divergence

Your favorite character to write this year?

Kol Mikaelson - he is so chaotic, he can literally do anything and not be considered OOC (except for stuff I won’t write anyway) and I it’s just so much fun writing him!

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Klaus (but I’m getting better at writing him) - he has so many motivations at the same time! Plus, he’s incredibly unaware of the true cause of his own actions sometimes, so it can be a bit difficult to get into his thought process.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?-

Lucemond (Lucerys/Aemond). Hopefully I’ll have time next year to do so! There’s so much to unpack there!

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Irresistible. I have a terrible habit of either re-reading my own work, or never looking at it again because of embarrassment 🙈

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

8002, I - have no idea how.

Which work has the most comments?

The Monsters In Her Heart - this is also a fic I’m extremely proud of writing.

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Yes! Let’s Start Some Rumours and A Little Wicked with @amandamonroe

And Would It Be A Sin with @sevensistersofsussex (it’s yet to be published.)

Did you write any gifts this year?

Yes, I wrote five gift fics this year for @feralcherry @sevensistersofsussex and @amandamonroe

Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I got some amazing fics from @amandamonroe and @sevensistersofsussex.

What’s your most common category?

I think f/m.

What do you listen to while writing?

The first thing I do while writing/developing a story is make a playlist!

Favorite work you wrote this year?

What’s Love (Got To Do With It).

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh God, okay, this is very difficult! There’s literally so many! But I’m gonna pick this one from I See You (From The Shadows).

(She’s learnt a long time ago that pursed lips, and downturned eyes garner far more sympathy than a sharp tongue.) It’s in the faces of all the men who love her and hate Katherine - believing Elena to be toothless, to think that because her teeth aren’t fangs, she won’t sink them in their throats and possess them. It’s the first mistake they make, she thinks, trusting her soft demeanour as they ignore the knifes she’s sharpened her nails into. They’re all so wrapped up in the beauty, they don’t realise how dangerous high school girls really are.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I’m somewhat good at it 🥴 I had a writers block till 2021, of almost six years, and I was convinced that I was a terrible writer and that I’d never be able to write again. I’ve honestly put in a lot of effort to improve my writing and trust my gut and I hope I can continue evolving. I’ve had big, big help from @sevensistersofsussex @qvnthesia @amandamonroe @feralcherry @jennifersminds (honestly the biggest reason my writing is more poetic now is cause I read her works!) @kaizsche.

[blackerthings]

GET TO KNOW ME

Thank you for the tag @zumurruds ❤️‍🔥🧡

Share your wallpaper:

It's usually just a plain white background though, imma simple girl, patterns/bold colors are too distracting for me.

The last song you listened to:

*but on a daily? find me here. started out as a playlist for a fic never written then took on a life of its own.

Currently reading:

Re-reading and skimming through to my favorite parts really

Last movie: Creed 3 / Quantumania back to back in theaters

What are you wearing right now: Under garments and a head scarf

How tall are you: Fine Too 5'2 5'3

Piercings: Basic ear piercings / nose ring / nipple ring

Tattoos: 6

Glasses? Contacts?: Yes / contacts when I'm wearing makeup or if I'm going OUT out

Last drink: Water (always)

Last show: Everything's Trash, All American / All American: Homecoming, The Night Agent, The Mindy Project, You, The Wayans Bros

Last thing you ate: Chips 🫣 (which I know have no business snacking on cause I have a vacay coming up) before that Jamaican food

Favourite colour:

Current obsession: Probably Tumblr / Social media (need to cut that out though, it's habitual)

Unrelated obsession: Not much lately, Podcasts maybe? (Don't Call Me White Girl, The Read, Sistas Who Kill), deleting unread emails, WFH naps, making playlists, reading smut, my nephew, museum/exhibit dates, TV, editing content, monetizing via social media on my other platforms (whoever said side hustles were fun and games lied)

Any pets: Not my own, but yes a Malti-poo in the fam

Do you have a crush on anyone: NOPE

Favorite fictional character: Klaus Mikaelson, Tommy Eagan, Shuri

The last place you traveled: Miami / Jamaica in rotation for the last few yrs

Tagging: @sheabuttahwrites @miyuhpapayuh @adosa-empress, @thehoeishere, @cecereads209, @msnefie-honeylove21, @soufcakmistress

[thechaosmuses]

I figured I should probably put something up about what verses I have; some fandoms/muses will have their own separate verses and those will be listed in their separate info pages- these however are verses that apply to all of my muses. All of the ones after rewind time came from the Discord server I co-own with my two lovely best friends ❤️ I am giving examples for the au's we have in the server but there are endless possibilities for all of them-

Main; semi-canon to whatever fandom the muse is from, also the default verse I use.

Crossover; A verse for whenever I'm putting my muses into another universe; which some of these will get separate verse names as time goes on but again for now this is the default.

Rewind Time; A past verse, so this is for anything that has happened before the final/last season/movie of whatever fandom the muse is from, also just their past in general.

Bad Blood; A revenge au; for example, someone has unalived the love of your life, or just someone you care deeply for, family, friends, etc and you are planning on going after them.

Born To Be A Rockstar; A rockstar au; alternatively a band name; for example, in the discord server we have Natasha, Brook (genderbent Bucky) and Steph (genderbent Steve) and the band/AU is called “On The Run”

Breakups; A very angst centered au for couples (has a bomb Spotify playlist btw); for example, one couple broke up from cheating, and another broke up after someone was hurt in an attempt to protect them from being hurt farther.

A Royal’s Secret; A royalty au; a knight falls in love with the princess even though she is to be married to someone else- also, peasant x royal/knight, etc

A Greek Tragedy; A Greek au; a God falls in love with his brother's best friend and his brother feels betrayed (this is au in the server is with Klaus Mikaelson if that is not already obvious lmao)- also human x God, etc

Chains & Flowers; A biker au; a once all-powerful biker gang that had two co-leaders is now two separate gangs after the co-leaders had a falling out. Some of the bikers also fall in love with the "sweet, innocent" diner girls, and some of them also fall in love with members of the rival gang.

Guiding You To Me; A soulmate au; after going to a bar called Cupid's Nest (owned by my cupid oc, Valentina) with a notorious reputation for helping people find their soulmate, a mysterious tattoo appears on your body. Alternatively; the red string of fate, first words said to each other, etc

The Love Game; A “whoever falls in love first loses” au; members from a frat and sorority to decide to have a competition, pairing up- the winner of each pair gets whatever they want, and the loser has to wear a shirt around campus that says, "I fell first.." (something super cute for this; the other person shows up in a shirt that says "but I fell second")

The Captain’s Curse; A pirate/siren/mermaid au; two rival pirate crews make their way to a faraway island where an old Captain buried his treasure, upon setting foot on the island however they find themselves to be trapped. There also happens to be mermaids/sirens inhabiting/protecting the island.

Finding Love In A Hopeless Place; A fake dating au; two best friends decide to fake date in attempt to make the one friend's crush notice them, however they are unaware that their friend has a crush on them. Slowly but surely the two start to fall for one another.

[lis-likes-fics]

Imma challenge you because we’re friends, I don’t know if there’s a limit, but I want to do three of your sleepover options.

⚓️ who would you ship me with out of Teen Wolf, the originals, vampire diaries, and/or Marvel

🎉 my emoji will be 🫡 so do with that what you will for your playlist shuffle.

🧨 who would you fmk? Wanda, Loki, and Natasha

Sorry for the wait!

⚓ I'd probably give you Kol Mikaelson. He's "kind of" an outcast among the Mikaelsons, but that's not why I chose him. I chose Kol because he is an artist with a mischievous streak. He's funny and he's witty. He loves his family and wants to be recognized as a part of it. I feel like there would be a lot of empathy between you, and you would be good for each other, especially when you started spitballing ideas for stories and things.

🎉 Jolene by Dolly Parton popped up. Do with that what you will.

🧨 Ugh, you're killing me! It hurts me to say this because I want to marry them all. But I will fuck Natasha, marry Wanda, and kill Loki (but only series Loki).

Thanks for the ask! Happy sleepover!

[hoggleswart]

1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 !

when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp,  &  do  you  remember  how?

i  feel  like  i’ve  been  on  tumblr  rp  since  forever,  but  realistically  it’s  probably    …    around  10ish  years  maybe?  i  was  super  nervous  at  first  because  i  didn’t  really  understand  how  tumblr  rp  worked.  i  feel  like  the  places  i  was  roleplaying  on  previous  to  tumblr  were  very  different,  and  also  weren’t  group-centric,  but  thankfully  i  was  introduced  by  a  friend  already  rp’ing  on  tumblr  so  i  had  a  lil  guide.  if  i’m  remembering  right,  my  first  ever  experience  was  a  harry  potter  rp  writing  my  boy,  seamus    &    y’know  it’s  an  old  group  when  i  tell  you  i  was  still  using  dear  ol’  devon  murray  as  his  faceclaim.  not  long  after,  i  discovered  indie  roleplay,  fandom  roleplays    &    simply  never  left.  here  i  still  am!

do  you  prefer  to  write  in  silence,  or  with  music  /  background  noise?

my  main  go-to  is  music,  especially  if  i  already  have  a  playlist  set  up  for  the  muse  i’m  trying  to  write.  it  helps  me  get  into  the  feel  of  their  character,  their  personality,  their  experiences  vs  how  they  would  respond  to  current  ones  happening,  etc.  that  said!  i  can  get  very  easily  distracted  when  it’s  a  song  i  like  and  end  up  putting  on  a  one  woman  concert  instead,  so  sometimes  i  have  to  admit  defeat  and  either  write  in  silence,  or  put  on  a  show  /  film  i’ve  already  seen  1000  times  so  i  don’t  focus  too  much  on  it.

what  character  have  you  never  written,  but  have  wanted  to?

hmm    …    nox-wise?  i’ve  eyed  ron  weasley  more  than  once.  i  don’t  think  i  ever  would  for  a  multitude  of  reasons,  the  fact  i  already  write  arthur  being  the  main  one,  but  i’m  definitely  drawn  to  his  character    &    i  often  think  about  how  much  fun  i’d  have  slotting  him  into  the  nox  world,  especially  now  ginny    &    draco  are  public  like  hello??  we  are  missing  out  on  comedy  gold  family  drama  right  now.  similarly,  i’ve  also  had  many,  many  thoughts  about  how  much  fun  i  would  have  with  bill  weasley    &    lee  jordan.  away  from  nox  and  just  in  general,  there’s  an  original  character  who  lives  rentfree  in  my  mind  built  around  david  bowie’s  major  tom.  maybe  i’ll  bring  him  to  life  one  day  somewhere.  maybe.

what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most?

this  is  a  hard  question  because  i  feel  like  when  it  comes  to  picking  and  loving  characters,  it’s  less  about  who  i  relate  to    &    more  about  who  i’m  drawn  to.  i  get  invested  in  such  a  weird  array  of  characters  that  are  so  different  from  one  another,  but!  there  is,  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt,  two  types  of  character  you  can  guarantee  i’ll  love    &    people  who  know  me  are  never  surprised  when  they  learn  i  do,  and  those  are    …    one,  the  kinda  batshit  insane  villain  with  a  tragic  backstory  arc    (  see  negan  from  the  walking  dead,  klaus  mikaelson  from  tvdu    …  )    &    two,  the  side  character  that  most  of  the  fandom  forget  about,  didn’t  even  survive  an  entire  season  before  dying  tragically  with  only  seven  minutes  of  screentime.  examples  of  this  are  denny  duquette  in  grey’s  anatomy    &    doyle  in  angel.  that’s  just  my  bread  and  butter.  when  it  comes  to  characters  i  can  relate  to  the  most,  it’s  probably  the  ones  whose  stories  are  connected  to  my  own  experiences  more  than  an  actual  specific  type  of  character.

do  you  prefer  writing  original  characters  or  canon  characters?

i  don’t  think  i  have  a  preference.  i  love  canon  characters    &    i  love  original  characters.  our  favourite  canon  was  someone’s  original  character  once  upon  a  time  after  all!  i  do  really  enjoy  the  freedom  that  comes  with  an  original  character:    someone  you’re  able  to  build  from  scratch.  you  control  their  backstory,  their  personality,  their  experiences.  canon  characters  can  come  with  a  few  more  restraints,  as  they’ve  already  had  part  of  their  story  told,  but  at  the  same  time    …    that’s  just  as  fun,  because  you’re  writing  someone  you’ve  grown  to  love    &    you’re  adding  some  extra  excitement  with  your  own  interpretation.  honestly,  i  just  love  writing.  

what  is  a  headcanon  you  have  for  [  character  ]  that  you  haven’t  posted?

i  struggled  to  pick  a  character  for  this  one,  so  instead  have  a  string  of  random  facts  about  several:    andie  once  had  aspirations  of  becoming  a  healer,  but  the  year  she  finally  had  enough  savings  to  apply  for  training  was  the  same  year  she  fell  pregnant    &    now,  she  neither  has  the  time  nor  the  finances  to  spare,  but  that’s  okay.  raising  marco  is  her  new  dream.    /    millicent  knows  exactly  where  her  obliviated  -  father  lives    &    works,  despite  insisting  they  do  not  care  what  happened  to  him  after  the  ministry  wiped  his  memories.  it’s  more  about  self  -  preservation  than  a  longing  to  know  him.  as  long  as  she  knows  where  he  is,  she  also  knows  how  to  avoid  him!    /    the  podcast  justin  hosts  is  a  true  crime  one,  predominantly  around  muggle  history    /    arthur  has  a  molly  -  centric  tattoo  that  his  children  must  never  learn  about.  he’s  managed  to  keep  it  hidden  this  long!

[highgaarden]

how amenable would you be to the idea of a kc the great au???? it's just i just saw you've been writing tg fics, and I got excited all of a sudden bc klaroline would be perfect and hilarious in that world, esp sprinkled with some mikaelson family dysfunction..

WELL my honest opinions would be that if i wanted to write a "the great" au for kc i would have to take great liberties with the plot because, characterisations wise, klaus isn't an endearing wet pile of dumb rocks <3

i am of the personal opinion that sometimes plots and stories, just because they CAN be cross-pollinated, doesn't mean they should, you know? there are other stories that can tell better a story of enemies-and-lovers. i did give your question a serious think, and on surface level, as a fun little ficlet, perhaps. but to place these characters in that universe would be a bit trickier, because you cannot just swap a character for a character to tell a good story. sometimes roles must be created, and it is exhaustive work! my brain doesn't have the juice it used to for fantastical au's anymore - the biggest one i'd ever tackled was either my hp fusion i wrote five years ago, or like my pushing daisies au!

but thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me. i love both these ships with a lot of my heart and would love to see them frolick about. klaus could probs survive in petyr's reign, and peter could probably survive being in the originals by sheer dumb luck alone, but as far as other characters are involved, not so much hehe

oh gosh i didn't mean to ramble

tldr; a lot would have to be sacrificed to make this work! but i invite other authors to try this out too. we can perhaps make an entire fest of it lmao

Edit: @diaz-eddie told me i should link you this as it is a period ish sort of playlist and because im terribly confused and will most of the times do what she asks me to, here!! https://highgaarden.tumblr.com/post/149606024827/honeysuckle-weeks-songs-for-a-frolicking-summer

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer has made an enemy with an unsub. The team believes it’s over after they catch him, but they don’t realize one big detail; unsub isn’t working alone and that partner has gone after Spencer’s girl. Will Spencer make it in time to save her? 

// Anon request: can u do one where reid saves the reader from getting kidnapped or shot pls🥺🥺 //

// Anon request:  ok this might be confusing but can u do one where the team goes on a case, but like the unsub actually had a partner back at reid and the readers apartment and kidnaps her and he gets super like protective and cute and like awe reid is so baby🥺🥺 // 

A/N: sucker for angst. So I combined these two requests because they’re so similar. I steered away from the request a little and may have gotten carried away while writing it, but I’m kind of proud of this one. Thank you both for your request! I hope you enjoy :) xx 

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNER

WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO LOOK THIS DAMN SEXY UGH 

Finally, the BAU team tracked down the unsub. Currently he is in custody, chained to the interrogation desk. This was the man who’d taunted the BAU team for months. He’d sent them on numerous goose chases and they finally caught up to him when he made a mistake, which then led to his capture. This man got under Spencer’s skin the last time they faced him and since then Spencer did everything in his power to find him and take him down.

The first time they had caught up to the man at his home, they were all shocked to the core, Spencer specifically. Inside the home, the team found a room dedicated to photos of him and his wife, in their home, his wife at the grocery store, the two of them on dates. The man had been following them, taking photos of them, invading their privacy. Spencer was sick at the thought and since then, he couldn’t sleep until he knew his wife was safe. Until he knew the man was put behind bars.

The man had killed numerous women, up and down the coast. They caught up to him outside of Georgetown and when they arrived at his home, he’d already slipped away into the darkness. The man had laid low for a few weeks, then the murders began again, this time, the women favoring Spencer’s wife. Spencer and the team knew exactly who was behind these murders. He was back, this time in a small town on the coast of South Carolina. After the 3rd woman, the man made a mistake and slipped up, allowing the team to finally put an end to this.

However, the BAU team made a mistake, a very big one. They’d missed key information, that could potentially put the woman Spencer loved in danger.

Spencer stood across from the man that had tormented him and his wife for months, anger boiling inside him. It took everything he had not to reach across the table and strangle the man.

“This is the end for you. You’re facing charges for over 20 women up and down the east coast.” He slammed his hands against the metal table, “You’re facing the death penalty. You will get what you deserve!”

The unsub smirked, “Oh but Dr. Reid, this isn’t the end. You really didn’t think I would leave without making sure your suffering will continue?” He sits a little straighter in his seat, leaning forward, “Tell me Dr. Reid, have you spoke to your wife today? Told her you loved her?”

Spencer straightens, fear washing over him. He hadn’t spoke to you today. He was caught up in the case to bother to call you. The unsub began to laugh wickedly, seeing Spencer’s fear. Spencer then stormed out of the interrogation room, the rest of the team waiting by the door. Hotch already on the phone, “We need officer’s at (you and Spencer’s address) right now!”

The team was in South Carolina, you were back at your home in Quantico. He checked the time. It was Thursday, 5:43 pm. You would have been on your way home from work by now. You would have stopped by the grocery store on 4th to get groceries to cook dinner. Thursday’s were chicken night. He knew you probably would have splurged and bought a bottle of wine for yourself along with cookies. Cookies were your weakness.

Spencer’s hands began to shake, “How could we have missed this?” He roughly runs his hands through his hair. How could he have missed that this unsub had a partner? How could he be so stupid?

“Reid, calm down. Hotch has officer’s on their way to your home now.” Morgan tried to calm his friend, but all Spencer seen was red.

“I’m going to kill him.” He mumbles. Before anyone can act, Spencer has barged into the interrogation room and has thrown the unsub into the wall, his hands wrapped tightly around his throat.

“Reid! Stop!” Hotch and Morgan are grabbing at Spencer, trying to pull him off the man.

“You sick bastard!” Spencer’s hands tighten and he can feel the life draining from the unsub.

“Reid if you kill him, we have no way of finding her!” Hotch yells, ripping Spencer off the man. Morgan’s arms wrap around Spencer’s body, holding him back, “Kid, you got to calm down!”

“Get him out of here!” Hotch yells at Morgan, who begins dragging Spencer out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

“Morgan, he’s got her… he’s got y/n..” Spencer’s body goes limp in Morgan’s grip and begins wracking with sobs.

 ~

You push open the door with your foot, your hand full of groceries. You only needed a few things for dinner, but you hoped Spencer would be home this weekend so you two could spend the weekend at home, binge watching tv and eating your weight in junk food. You grunt, setting the grocery bags on the counter. Slipping your shoes off by your bedroom door, you enter the kitchen and begin putting away groceries, continuing to play your playlist you were jamming in the car to.

Your body tenses as you feel the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your back, “don’t move.”

Your breathing becomes rapid and you slowly raise your arms, “Please.. please don’t do this.” You whisper.

The man puts a cloth over your mouth and you thrash, trying to keep it away. “No!” You throw your head back into the man’s nose and groan. That hurt more than you thought it would. The man staggers back against the counter, holding his nose, “You bitch!”

Your head throbs and spins as you slip passed him and head for the door. Just as your hands grasp the door, the man grabs you, throwing you into the wall, the mirror falling to the floor and shattering. Your body falling into the broken glass.

 You whimper as he grabs you by your hair, your hands going to his, “Let me go!” He drags you along the floor into the living room, tossing you into the coffee table. Pain shoots across your body, but you ignore it grabbing a vase from the side table, hitting him in the side of the face. He falls to the ground and you stagger to your feet heading for the door once more, but you never make it.

A gun shot rings through the home you and Spencer shared. The last thing you see is the smiling photo of you and Spencer on the wall. It was your wedding photo, taken moments after you two promised to love and protect each other.

 ~

Spencer and the team were on the jet within the hour, heading back to Quantico. Back to you. When the police arrived at you and his home, they found the door opened, broken glass and a trail of blood out the door, but you were no where in sight.

He stares aimlessly at the wall in front of him, the gears in his head running a mile a minute. He racked his brain wondering how it come to this. He had caught the unsub that had terrorized you two. He promised you after he was caught, this would all be over. You two could live normal lives. Now, the unsub was locked in cell somewhere, but you were gone, disappeared. The only thing left was a blood trail out the door.

“Kid.. we’re going to find her.” Morgan says quietly, his hand going to Spencer’s shoulder.

“We won’t stop until we do. She’s family, Reid.” Emily says, taking a seat next to him.

He figured he was in shock. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t function. When they arrived at your shared home, he could see you put up a fight. Those self defense classes must have helped. He glances at the kitchen counter, the groceries still there, untouched. Sure enough, there sat a bottle of wine and a box of cookies. He’s broken from his trance as Hotch’s cellphone rings.

He’s nodding, listening intently to what someone’s saying. He looks up at the team standing in the living room, “That was the sheriff from next town over. Said he just received a call about a woman stumbling up onto a porch, bloodied and beaten. Thinks it could be y/n.”

~ 

Spencer’s heart was beating out of his chest as Morgan drove to the hospital. The sheriff informed Hotch, they took her to the hospital immediately. She suffered extensive injuries, but kept telling people she escaped, that a man had kidnapped her and kept muttering that she needed to speak with Spencer Reid.

He practically ran into the hospital to the room where the unknown woman was. His heart dropped when he entered. It wasn’t you laying on the bed. He slowly walked over to the bed, the woman’s head rolled over to face Spencer, wincing as she sat up a little.  

“Are you Spencer Reid?” The woman asks. Spencer only nods in response.

“Your wife…” Her voice is hoarse, “She saved my life.”

“Y/n? How? What happened?”

“The man brought her in, there was blood everywhere. I thought she was dead. But he left her in the room with me. I rushed to her side and she had a pulse. He’d shot her in the side. The bullet grazed her. I patched her up with what I had. Which was only a few t shirts. She finally woke up later that night. She told me that she knew where we were, she’d woken up long enough during the ride. We were in the middle of the woods, not far from civilization. So, we thought of a plan. She knew she couldn’t run so she told me to run and get help. She would attack the man when he came in. She made me promise if I got out, to tell them I needed to talk to Spencer Reid. It was late that night, the man came into the room and she attacked him from behind. I was able to slip out the door and I ran to find help.”

Spencer was quick to get on the phone with Penelope with the information. She worked her magic and soon there was a location.

Swat and the BAU team had the small cabin surrounded. There was no way out of this for the guy. He knew that. When he entered into the room, he was panicked. You used that to your advantage and was able to fight the gun from him, getting a clear shot through his chest.

Spencer’s heart stopped as the gunshot was heard. “Move in!” Swat yelled and begin closing in on the home.

Morgan was the one who saw it first. The door began to open and a figure limped out of the door. “Hold your fire!” 

It was you. You were safe. Before he knew it, he was running to you, his body colliding with yours.

“Spencer!” You cried. The collision sent pain through your body, but you ignored it. Spencer was here. You were in Spencer’s arms and that is all that mattered.

Spencer’s body wracked with sobs and he held you, “Oh god… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

You shook your head, “I’m okay. I’m fine..” You pulled away to look at him. He looked rough. Bags under his eyes. His face was red and wet from crying. A tear slipped down your cheek and you wrapped your arms around him again.

“I love you so much… god I love you.” He says into your hair.

“I love you too…”

Spencer carried you to the ambulance and he never left your side, riding in the ambulance to the hospital. He never let go of your hand either, scared that he would lose you if he were to let go. He finally had to let you go as they took you into the hospital. He didn’t want to leave your side then, but your reassured him, you would be fine. You were safe and everything would be okay.

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[malfoys-demigod]

hey all!

i cannot believe i hit 1k! it probably seems like a few for others but i consider this a huge honor considering that i’m surrounded by talented and amazing people! i can’t thank you enough for be apart of this journey, especially when i finally reached a milestone! words can’t express how grateful i am! for that, i’d like to celebrate with you all!

let’s celebrate through the following:

✨send me prompts to write for fics! i’ll try to accept a few number to complete in these few days and will take the rest to finish in a couple of weeks since finals week for me is by the corner!

elijah mikaelson

leo valdez

klaus mikaelson

dean winchester

kol mikaelson

tim drake

dick grayson

erik lensherr

charles xavier

alex summers

scott summers

loki laufeyson

no nsfw

no angst atm since it’s a celebration

✨compliments! let me compliment or hype you and your blog up!

✨ask! ask me about my blog, my fandoms i stan, and advice about anything!

✨playlist! lmk if u want me to shuffle my playlist and i’ll give u the first five songs that came up

✨headcanons! don’t want a fic to scroll about and read? in here for a quick browse? give me a character from the mentioned bullet point ^, prompt/situation, and i’ll try my best to give you a headcanon about them!

thank you so much in advance!! 💕

[robertsbarbie]

hiiii eris!! i totally get what you mean about favorite songs. idk much about music or production tbh lol but personally i love when a song matches what the lyrics say, both literally (like when the singer says “stop” and the music cuts for a beat LOVE THAT never gets old), and in a more abstract sense, like when music is really evocative of its subject? does that make sense lol? like rhetoric but for music. imagery but for music. that probably made even less sense lmao. so anyway. all this to say i would love if you talked about your favorite songs. (also!! songs + starstruck/ some other movie or character you may feel strongly about associating music with. blatantly mining for gift ideas here.) also i loved your answer to the characters question! love reading what you have to say. also since youre a descendants fan!! what’s your favorite descendants movie? is there something you wanted from the series that they never explored?

yes that makes perfect sense! like i don’t know anything about music objectively but i love the little details people incorporate and the utter feelings behind most of it, like i don’t even know how to describe it but yes the imagery in music is what really makes it. also people screaming during the ‘stop’ in dress during rep tour is my villain (by maisie peters) origin story.

here’s a couple of my favorite character playlists, i haven’t transferred them all to spotify so i apologize, i’ll probably do that in the next day or two to make existence easier but.

Christopher Wilde, Hope Mikaelson (she’s not disney i just love her), Jessica Olson, Tony Stark (this one needs to be updated desperately), Julie + Luke from jatp (the age difference is still really fucking weird but i need playlist excuses), emotional support bisexuals from she ra, this one isn’t finished but j think christopher wilde could have written these, and i definitely started a playlist for ariel and eric i just don’t know where is is :(

and some of my fav songs right/ in general (also warning i definitely have a type and it’s sad love songs)(this ended up being so much longer than i expected…):

WYD Now? by Sadie Jean (just god so nostalgic and such an exact feeling of the person you used to know, used to love. like god i cant!!), Shark in the Water by VV Brown (BRO THIS SONG IS SO GOOD LITERALLY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS IT), Thoughts on You by the band CAMINO (any song by them really, again the whole devastation of loving and losing and just the rise and fall of it all and still holding thoughts of them in your head specifically “what if you were the one for me, i hope you weren’t the one for me”), Forever by CHVRCHES (this fucking song i swear to god, they really said ‘sometimes we say things we don’t mean and they’re the things that last’ and that drives me insane! certifiably!), Block Your Number by Maude Latour (it has similar elements to lorde’s earlier work but really is such a strong piece of work that encapsulates love in the modern age and would highly recommend the rest of her songs as well), Villain by Maisie Peters (she said sometimes as difficult as it is things are our fault and well drive ourself crazy trying to justify the mistreatment of others), Be Here by Parachute (favorite song of all time, it’s just a constant reassurance that even if all the signs are telling you no there’s someoen out there that wants you to be here and exist), ‘Til I Forget About You by Big Time Rush (i unironically love all of their music but i think of this one daily)(also i’m just gonna start listening some), scary part of me by sody, get it your way by the band camino, love myself by olivia o’brien, who you are by loote, losing by h.e.r., what we had by sody, run out of you by tenille arts, never was by REAVES, should i get my ears pierced by remy, but also here’s a link to a playlist filled with my favorite lyrics on spotify (i also have an apple music version here)

[danielleroserussells]

TAG GAME 🖤💖

tagged by @camboyces and @deenasjohnson - thank you ! this was fun, disregarding my inability to choose one thing for the categories

tag 9 people to know more about their interests, hobbies, etc. (just gonna do a few recents cause i cba but no pressure!):

@kellyabbott @garfieldlogans @hopekirby @vicdeangeli @misshopemikaelson

MUSIC

fav genre? indie, pop, musicals

fav artist? raign, lauv, l devine, june, mokita, nina simone, ruelle, carole king, fleetwood mac, olivia rodrigo, maz lovella

fav song? right now its probably evangeline by maz lovella

most listened song recently? break her heart by maya wright

song currently stuck in your head? people watching by conan gray

fav lyrics? ‘well, i’ve been afraid of changing cause i built my life around you’ (landslide by fleetwood mac)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on (i dont drive)

BOOKS

fav book genre? fantasy/sci-fi

fav writer? kalynn bayron, alice oseman, cassandra clare, alicia jasinska

fav book? right now, the girls i’ve been by tess sharpe

fav book series? criers war duology by nina varela, locked tomb by tamsyn muir

comfort book? twilight maybe sksksk or lord of the rings 

perfect book to read on a rainy day? the atlas six by olivia blake, perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky, stardust by neil gaiman

fav characters? crier, tessa grey, rosalie hale, red & blue, kyoshi, inej ghafa, nina zenik

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? cant remember five but: ‘there is no normal. there is just a bunch of people pretending there is’ and cause it made me laugh - ‘if you think i didn’t stab that asshole, you have not been paying attention cause thats exactly what i did’ (the girls i’ve been by tess sharpe)

hardcover (so expensive tho) or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence (i cannot read if music is playing fucks with my brain) | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator  | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? fantasy, dystopian, rom-com

fav movie? lord of the rings, stardust, captain marvel

comfort movie? twilight, pride & prejudice, treasure planet, brother bear

movie you watch every year? lord of the rings, braveheart, mr & mrs smith, final destination, divergent

fav tv show? too fuckin many: ATLA, LOK, killing eve, legacies, the originals, lost girl, person of interest 

comfort tv show? ATLA, shadow and bone, merlin

most rewatched tv show? legacies, the 100, lost girl, supergirl

ultimate otp? korrasami, soljiwan, lumity, crier x ayla, root x shaw

5 fav characters? hope mikaelson, lena luthor, sameen shaw, villanelle, tamsin (lost girl)

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

[misssophiachase]

Can’t Fight the Moonlight

For @klarolinefallbingo “Harvest Moon”

He’s her professor and she’s his student but can they resist each other on a university field trip unsupervised?

September 24 - University of Texas, Austin TX

“Is it wrong to want to inspect the professor more than the actual event?” 

“That’s not appropriate,” Caroline swatted away her best friend while attempting to keep her attention trained on his lecture. 

But it was incredibly hard to concentrate. 

Katherine was right. He was infinitely explorable given his crimson lips, sexy stubble and crisp accent that made her tingle in all the right places but she was madly trying to focus on the assignment at hand. 

Camping in rural Texas to see the harvest moon with her class was manageable. But sleeping so close to the hottie, astronomy professor in question was a whole other problem.

“Caroline?” She looked up distractedly into the gaze of their professor. She could only manage a robotic nod by way of response. “I was hoping you’d be our student representative for the excursion to Somerville next week?” 

His blue eyes were equally imposing and imploring and his gentle tone hypnotising. Caroline didn’t have much choice but to nod stupidly again. He sent her a brief smile with those extremely kissable-looking lips then effortlessly continued his lecture. Caroline could hear her friend chuckling by her side. 

“What’s appropriate again?”  

October 1 - Somerville, TX

“You’re no slacker in the tent department,” he whistled appreciatively. They had arrived a few hours earlier and she’d gotten straight to work as the student representative making sure their sleeping arrangements were in order. 

Until he decided to come over and distract her. Caroline felt her temperature rise just from being in such close proximity to her professor. 

She knew it was wrong. 

Very wrong. 

But it was difficult not to react when his heady scent, a mixture of sandalwood and vanilla, was so enticing not to mention that navy henley he wore like a second skin over a rather fitted pair of dark, denim jeans.    

Caroline closed her eyes momentarily, silently repeating the same mantra. 

“He’s your professor and it’s not appropriate to drool over him. Repeat.” 

“I, uh, meant that as a compliment,” he added, Caroline realising she hadn’t responded because she was too  busy trying to regain some semblance of composure. 

“Thank you, professor,” she managed to get out, but only just. 

“I assume this isn’t your first rodeo then?” Caroline felt a blush creep across her cheeks wishing he hadn’t made a riding reference when all she could think about was doing that very thing to him. 

Caroline was ashamed. It was as if Katherine had entered her mind and was walking around while subsequently making herself at home.  

“Caroline, are you okay?” He asked, his concerned look not lost on her. She really needed to calm down. 

“Yes, uh, fine,” she replied quickly. “No, I’ve been camping with my parents since I could walk. My father would be absolutely mortified with me if I couldn’t pitch a tent after all that practice.”

“And your mother?” He asked curiously. 

“She, uh, died seven years ago,” Caroline stumbled, not expecting him to ask such a personal question. He was her professor, after all. His expression changed, sympathy she was used to, although there was something else intermingled with it she couldn’t quite identify.  

“But I’m sure she’d be just as proud,” he smiled, making her stomach flip. “Given your vast, outdoor experience, I’m hoping you can teach me how to make a s’more this trip? My younger brother tells me there’s nothing better.”

“Your brother has good taste.”

“Well, don’t get too excited. Kol has taste but I think the jury is still out on how good it is,” he drawled. “My brother is a bit of a nomad. He’s been travelling the globe ever since he turned eighteen. You name any country and he’s probably already been there and made himself at home.”

“But yet you live here full-time and haven’t sampled our finest campfire cuisine yet?”

“Unlike my brother, whose work ethic is virtually non-existent, I tend to burn the candle at both ends.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Caroline teased. “All work and no play…” He held her gaze as the words tumbled from her mouth. It was not like her at all but her professor brought it out in her, or it was Katherine still playing with her mind? 

It was his turn not to respond, his blue eyes reflecting exactly how she felt. 

Needy.  

Intense. 

Imploring. 

“Are you saying I’m a dull boy?” She couldn’t miss the husky tone in his voice. 

“Well…”

“Professor Mikaelson, can you help me with my tent?” Hayley Marshall was batting her long eyelashes and brown, doe eyes in his direction. 

She’d forgotten they were standing in a campful of other people. Caroline knew he had a fan club but she hated that her nemesis was one of them. Hayley had flirted with her ex boyfriend for months before dating him straight after their break-up. 

“Uh, of course, Hayley,” he responded officially, finally tearing his eyes away from hers.  “I’ll be right there.”

Caroline should have been pleased given whatever just happened between them was against the rules but all she felt was a dull ache of disappointment. 

“So, all that eye sex was for naught I see,” Katherine offered, breaking Caroline from her professor-induced trance. 

“There was no eye sex and, even if there was, I don’t think rolling around in a tent with our entire class present is the best look.”

“I’m sure our sexy professor would see it a different way,” she insisted. “He was ready to devour you whole and I, for one, wouldn’t have cared as long as you finally got laid after that poor excuse for an ex-boyfriend.”

“Shhhh,” Caroline growled. “Talk about indiscreet, Kat, I think they heard you in Australia.”

“You know how much I hate learning so please give me something good to bring back from this trip,” Katherine pleaded. “Someone has to get laid if I can’t.”

8 hours later...

A hush had settled over the camp as they succumbed to sleep in the early hours of the morning. 

Caroline was wide awake. Her mind taking her back to his vivid description of the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox. Not that he needed words given the view. 

Katherine was MIA as she attempted to get some sleep but was failing miserably. Caroline figured it was due partially to the gorgeous, French exchange student and her hopes of hot professor-student sex. 

Caroline was so not going there. 

She had an impressive GPA and no one was going to meddle with her grades. Or her plans for the future. 

She took astronomy as an elective to compliment her medicine degree. Caroline had always been interested in space and the solar system so couldn’t resist.

Now, it seemed she couldn’t resist her professor either. 

She pushed off the covers impatiently, deciding that some fresh air might help settle her insomnia. She was dressed in her plaid, flannel pyjamas but figured no one was around to care. 

The first thing she noticed was the brilliant, harvest moon that they’d been studying earlier. It was something Caroline couldn’t deny given just how impressive it looked from this vantage point. 

She made her way towards the fire, the embers glowing in the distance. 

“And here I took you for stripes, not plaid.” She recognised his voice straight away and it unnerved her completely. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“You clearly shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” she shot back, trying to ignore how good he looked in sweats and a black, Beatles t-shirt in the glow emanating from the fire. ”Much like I shouldn’t judge you for that Beatles shirt.”

“And what exactly is wrong with the Beatles?”

“They weren’t the Rolling Stones,” she offered, shrugging her shoulders. “But it’s okay if you want to hold onto that.”

“Here I was thinking that I needed to teach you about astronomy but clearly popular culture is lacking too.”

It was at that point that the playful banter ceased and they were just two people who shouldn’t be standing so close together.

“I should go to bed,” he insisted, his expression telling her anything but that. 

“Me too,” she agreed but her feet felt cemented to the ground.  They continued their stand off in the firelight, every fiber of their being saying they needed to part ways.   

“We can’t do this.” He bit out but it was barely a strangled whisper. 

“I know,” she murmured, glad that he held the same view about their untoward connection. “But I finish this subject in a month and then we won’t need to coexist in the same lecture hall anymore.”

“I could be persuaded,” he replied, eyeing her closely. “But, just so you know, I won’t be seen in the company of a Beatles hater. Although, there is something you could help me with.”

“Which is?”

“How about that s’more lesson?”

“Fine. As long as you don’t insult my Rolling Stones.”

She taught him how to make the perfect campfire snack that night. But after she finished his class they experimented much more than that. Their musical tastes never changed but their feelings and sexual appetite changed for the better.

Dr Forbes and Dr Mikaelson married five years later but the playlist was still a contentious issue. 

[agent-anna]

Okay so imagine a soul mate world where your comfort character can hear what you hear. People can turn it off or on (like the daily stuff) but you will constantly hear what music they listen to and vis versa, there's no way to turn that off.

Sorry there's a point to this.

Anyway, I was walking on my college campus today and the song 'Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk' came on. Can you IMAGINE Elijah Mikaelson just sitting somewhere in the compound minding his own business and that shit just loudly starts playing in his head?! Like I listen to all kinds a music, my Playlist is everywhere that he probably already has whiplash from it but I just can't stop imagining THAT playing and him lowkey enjoying it but trying not to.

Anyway please share your comfort character and a song you think would shock them. I find this so entertaining