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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 7 months

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Elena Gilbert x Elijah Mikaelson

Rating: E

Summary: Doppelganger blood had always been a favourite of his, but hers was just a bit sweeter.

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The cave was empty, except for a dark wooden coffin and an unconscious woman sprawled beside it. She had long brown hair and long limbs and when she woke, she hardly seemed surprised at the situation.

But that didn’t mean that Elena wasn’t afraid.

It was remarkable that no matter how many dangerous situations she had been in, the fear never faded. It never really became normal.

The sun was setting outside, and she realized with an extra jolt of fear that it was a full moon tonight. Assuming she had only been unconscious for less than a day. Which, with her luck, was probably the case.

She only hesitated a moment before opening the coffin and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Elijah’s daggered body. He was the best-case scenario of anyone in a coffin like that.

The handle of the dagger glinted in the low light, as though winking at her.

Werewolves did not tend to go after humans specifically. If she laid low, they probably would leave her alone. Having a vampire around would make them more likely to come near. But Elijah would protect her from them should it come to that.

She weighed her options. She could just leave him here and find a safer place to hide out. He wouldn’t even be in any danger.

But, then again, there could be more than just werewolves out when the sun set. It wouldn’t hurt to have an Original vampire who had given his word to protect her at her side.

Elena glanced out the entrance of the cave, where she could just see the moon above the trees. A twig snapped and she jumped.

She turned back to the coffin, grasped the handle of the dagger and pulled it out of Elijah’s chest.

It would take him a bit to fully wake up, she remembered, wishing she had come to a decision sooner. It was nearly fully dark now and she knew the moon would reach its apex soon. But there was nothing more to be done, so she sat down on a rock and waited.

About fifteen minutes later, she heard Elijah gasp and jumped up and rushed to his side.

“Elijah?” she asked.

He slowly sat up, skin still mottled and gray.

Elijah could smell her blood immediately and knew it showed on his face by the way she pulled back from him.

“Where are we?” he asked, voice scraping painfully.

“A forest,” Elena said with a shrug. “I’m not sure where. But it’s a full moon, so…” Her eyes flicked to the cave opening. She was afraid; he could hear her heart racing.

“So we should get you in fighting shape,” she continued, holding out her wrist to him.

“That is quite alright,” he lied, tearing his eyes away from the veins beneath the delicate skin of her wrist. “I’m sure there are creatures–”

“I don’t mind,” Elena insisted, moving her arm closer.

Elijah’s hand grabbed her forearm tightly and brought her wrist up to his mouth. He looked at her as he bared his fangs and bit into her skin. She winced though she hardly felt the pain, hardly blinking as his eyes pierced into hers.

It was less than a minute later when he pulled away reluctantly. Doppelganger blood had always been a favourite of his, but hers was just a bit sweeter. Perhaps it was her youth, he thought, not without some shame at that idea.

Elena pulled her arm away, about to stem the bleeding with her other hand, but Elijah stopped her. He bit into his own wrist, breaking the skin and then putting it into her other hand.

“Your blood will lead them straight to us,” he said simply.

Elena nodded and tore her eyes away from his face as she lowered her mouth to the wound. Her tongue prodded lightly at the ragged torn skin. He looked down at her as she began to suck out the blood, eyes closed.

It was rare that Elijah ever allowed anyone to feed from him. It had likely been decades since the last time. Perhaps that was why a shiver washed over his skin with every ministration from her mouth. His hand came down on her head, gently stroking her hair until she was done, her skin knitted back together as though his teeth had never torn into it. But when she looked back up at him, his focus was elsewhere. His own wound healed rapidly as he did up the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt.

But he looked back just as she lifted her hand to swipe his blood from her mouth. His eyes followed the motion raptly and then again looked her in the eye.

“Stay here,” he said. “I shall do some reconnaissance.” And then he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Elena stood motionless, skin tingling, feeling as though something had shifted between them, though she wasn’t sure what. Or how.

Then a howl pierced the air and her thoughts snapped back to the situation at hand. Or, at least, the more urgent of the situations at hand.

She ventured to the mouth of the cave, wishing she knew where Elijah had disappeared to. The woods were dark and deep. A nagging fear in the back of her mind told her he could have left her behind. But he had promised to keep her safe, and he had a reputation for keeping his promises.

She heard crashing brush somewhere in the distance and then a wolfish yelp. And then Elijah stood before her, hair slightly unkempt and three deep gashes in his chest oozing blood. He seemed rather unfazed, if a bit pale.

“Are you alright?” she asked as he stepped back into the relative safety of the cave. “You didn’t get bit, did you?”

“Werewolf venom is not deadly to me, just… unpleasant,” he said. “But no, I was not bitten.”

She followed him, trying not to feel like a clingy, cloying child. “That’ll heal faster if you–”

“Elena,” he said, turning around to face her. “There are many compellable humans outside I can drink from. Your offer, though appreciated, is–”

“Then accept it,” Elena said, brushing her hair back to bare her neck. She did not intend it as a seductive move, but his eyes darkened in more than just bloodlust as she tilted her head slightly to the side. “I don’t mind.”

He moved a step toward her. Then another. He threaded the fingers of one hand into her hair, a gentle but firm grip with which he tugged her head further to the side, exposing her neck more.

Elena just caught a glimpse of his hungry eyes before she felt his hot breath on her neck and her eyes fluttered closed. She let out a small gasp when his fangs pierced her soft skin. His grip on her hair tightened as he drew the blood out of her. She was just thinking how he seemed to drink blood in the same dignified, controlled way he did everything else when he snarled softly. His other hand came down to grab her waist as he drank deeply, almost ferally, from her. Elena heard herself let out a small sound that definitely was not one of pain.

Elijah stepped back suddenly, letting go of her so abruptly, she lost her balance and nearly fell. His chest rose and fell heavily and he scrabbled for the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe at the blood around his mouth.

Blood trickled from the wound in her neck, pooling in her collarbone and staining her shirt. What a waste, he thought. Her lips were parted, and she panted slightly. Elijah swallowed, the taste of her overwhelming in his mouth, and looked away from her.

“Are you sure that was enough?” she asked, voice small and – was he deluding himself? – hopeful. “Cause you can…”

“I shouldn’t,” he said, stuffing the blood-stained handkerchief back in his pocket, knowing the temptation to keep it in its soiled state would be shamefully strong.

Elena had never wanted someone to drink her blood so badly. She had never really wanted anyone to drink her blood at all. But something about the way he had held her, the way his fangs had pierced her, the way he had consumed her, made her step forward and ask: “Why not?”

Elena was a human full of surprises, but Elijah liked to think that he rarely underestimated her. But now, he realized that he had done what so many others had done: assumed she was too good, too pure to desire something like this.

But here she stood, eyes wanting, the scent of her blood overpowering, all but asking him to… feed on her? More, perhaps?

“Elena,” he said, self-control fraying with each passing second.

“Elijah,” she said, not shying from his gaze now.

He let out a long breath, watching a trickle of blood run down between her breasts, disappearing into her shirt. Then, in one fluid motion, pressed her against the rough stone wall and resumed his indulgence in her ambrosial blood.

And there was no waste.

Elijah ran his tongue over her collarbone, swallowing the blood that had collected there. Then he stemmed the flow at her neck with his mouth, gorging himself directly from the vein. She whimpered softly, hands gripping his suit jacket tightly.

Then he followed the scarlet trail down her chest, prepared to tear open her shirt until he reached the end of it. But Elena was already pulling her arms out of the sleeves and tugging it down, the wide collar sliding down her body easily. The stream of blood had almost reached her navel and he crouched slightly to lick a stripe up her abdomen – undid her bra with a quick experienced motion – and between her breasts to her neck again.

Elena was starting to feel lightheaded – though from the blood loss or everything else, she was not sure. Elijah’s mouth was everywhere, drinking from her, moving over her body to get the last drops that had run down it. She was so used to restrained, composed Elijah that seeing him like this – feeling him like this – was like seeing a different person. But then he looked up at her, eyes dark and focused, and she knew that Elijah was all a façade. This Elijah, who drank from her like a desert wanderer, was the unadulterated, unmasked Elijah.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she murmured.

Elijah’s eyes flickered over her face – her slightly unfocused eyes, her pale skin – and quickly bit into his wrist. He held it up to her mouth and she drank greedily. Almost immediately, her head began to clear and the wound at her neck began to close up.

“I would prefer you conscious for this,” he said softly.

“Prefer?” Elena demanded.

He smiled and kissed her, hands gripping her waist. He kissed her in a way that made her think of The Fallen Angel by Cabanel, of Geefs’ Génie du mal. Painted madness, sculpted chained rage. Passion and brutality as portrayed in nineteenth-century religious art. He had pulled his fetters loose, a disgraced spirit on the prowl. He bit into her lip until he drew blood, then sucked it into his mouth, fangs still poking against the soft tissue.

Then Elijah moved his mouth down her jaw, fangs scraping against her skin, followed by his soothing lips. He bit into the other side of her neck, expertly piercing the skin at a spot where he knew the blood would not flow too heavily. His hands, large and firm, slid up her sides, thumbs coming up under her breasts and resting there. He pulled away from her neck, allowing a small trickle to flow down her chest. He watched as it flowed just past her nipple and down her stomach.

Again, he began at the bottom of the bloody path and slowly lapped up the blood from her skin. Elena almost thought he would just lick up the blood and continue feeding from her, that that was all he wanted, but then his mouth closed around her nipple. Her head fell back against the cave wall as he sucked, first gently, then firmly, and then with a hint of sharp teeth. She glanced down just in time to see him looking up at her and her knees buckled slightly at the sight. His mouth, his eyes sharp and wanting.

He let more blood run down her chest. He even bit on the other side of her neck and let that run too. He followed the trails the blood made over her skin with an intent gaze. But he never let it run too far down that it would be absorbed by her shorts or fall to the ground. He did not waste a drop.

Elena watched him curiously, fascinated by the combination of bloodlust and careful concentration on his face. While a part of her did want him to get on with it, she also wanted to see what he was doing.

His lips and tongue went over every inch of her body from the waist up, front and back, cleaning the blood that ran down.

When his fingers reached for the waistband of her shorts, he looked up at her face. She nodded quickly, trying to help him with the button and fly, but he brushed her hands away and did it himself. He pushed them over her hips and let them and her panties fall to the ground. Then, in a move that nearly did it for Elena right then and there, he swiped two fingers through the blood that continued to flow over her body and slid them between her folds. The lubrication from the blood was unnecessary but just the idea of it had her panting.

Elijah’s fingers moved between her legs, mixing her blood with the wetness that was already there. He found the sensitive nerves at the apex of her thighs easily, making her shiver and buck her hips into his hand. Elena threw her arms around his neck in an attempt to keep her footing, fingers tangling in his hair as his ministrations continued. He slid his fingers up and down, circling, ever circling. She tried to move her hips to get him where she wanted him, but he pressed her hips firmly against the wall with his free hand.

He reached up for more blood, coating his fingers in it, before pressing one finger inside her. God, he had thick fingers. Elena moaned, arching her back, barely able to support her weight. Elijah noticed this and when Elena blinked again, she was lying on top of the coffin lid with Elijah straddling her legs.

She moved her hips again, wanting more of him, and he quickly acquiesced with a second finger. His thumb he rubbed against the nerves that were growing ever tighter as his fingers pumped in and out of her.

Then, as she was about to tumble over the edge, he leaned down and sucked at her neck again. He drank her blood as she came, fingers still moving steadily inside her. She pulled his face up to her mouth, kissing him and tasting her blood on his lips. He pulled his fingers out of her and traced a path up her abdomen to her neck. And then he followed that path with his mouth, that path of wet and blood.

Elena reached for the buckle on his belt, and he let her undo it, then helped with the button and straining fly. Then she grabbed his arm, rubbing a thumb over the soft skin of his inner wrist. He bit into it and held it out to her immediately, but instead of drinking from it, she covered it with her hand. When her hand was coated in his blood, she pulled him out of his pants and stroked him, leaving a bloody mess behind.

He groaned, unable to hold in his reaction. She stroked him a few more times and then positioned her hips just so. He bit into his wrist again and let blood trickle down on both of them, between their legs, before he pressed inside her.

It was vulgar and obscene. Rarely did Elijah let himself indulge in such profane pleasures. He thrust into her, aided by their combined blood and combined wetness. Her chest and abdomen likewise covered in spiderweb trails of blood. And she looked up at him with thirsting eyes and a partially open mouth that breathed obscenities and pleas. She was delectable.

So soon after her own orgasm, she felt so sensitive it was almost painful to have him inside her. But the way he looked down at her, the way he gripped her tightly, she could never refuse that. She would never want to. He was still almost fully clothed, and she was almost entirely naked, a contrast she liked – and decided not to think too much about. She gripped the edge of the coffin as he drove into her, relishing his hungry gaze.

There would be bruises on her skin tomorrow if she did not drink his blood to heal herself, which she did not want to do. She wanted those signs, to see them later so she knew she did not dream this. Did not dream up Elijah’s broad body over her, his groan when he came, his teeth drawing blood from whatever part of her body he could reach. He drank from her waist, from her breasts, and from her thighs. He pressed his mouth between her legs, still determined not to waste a drop of her blood.

But he insisted that she drink his blood. She knew he did not want her going back with fang puncture wounds all over her body. It would hardly encourage trust in him as an ally. She knew that he would pretend this had never happened once they made it back home.

At least, she assumed he would. But she hoped he would not.

Elena watched her wounds heal with a slight sense of loss. She sat on the coffin as Elijah picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

“You should sleep,” he said as she got dressed. “I will keep watch.”

She looked around the cave and Elijah said with a wry smile, “The coffin is actually quite comfortable. Though I understand if you would rather not sleep in it.”

It did look quite nicely padded. “As long as you promise not to close the lid,” Elena said.

“I give you my word,” he said, eyes soft.

Elena managed a small smile. She knew she could trust his word.

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bellemorte180 · 5 months

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Any ship + new years + revenge as a new.years resolution

Lights were shining,blinding and shimmering from the surrounding buildings. The smell of cold air filled her lungs along with the smell of prosecco and the appetizers Caroline smuggled from Elena’s party. She leaned against the rooftop, peering down into the mass of New York City with a scowl on her face. The sound of music and cheering from the party below did not improve her mood. New Year's Eve was meant to be about celebration and new beginnings.

Not bringing up old wounds.

She understood that they had a small friend group but did Elena really need to invite Tyler? Sure, it's been a year but seeing Tyler show up with Hayley on his arm didn’t mean the pain wasn’t there. Just because Stefan has gotten over the fact that Damon and Elena slept together, doesn’t mean Caroline could get over being cheated on.

At least Bonnie is on my side. She thought bitterly and she took a long sip of her prosecco. Bonnie was ready to claw Elena’s eyes out for even inviting them and offered to take Caroline home. However, Caroline is stubborn and petty. She stayed and did everything she could to put on a show of happiness and winning. She was not about to let Tyler think she was hung up on him. She wasn't but the pain was still there.

“I thought I saw you come up here.” A soft English voice called from the doorway. Caroline turned to see Klaus shutting the heavy metal door to the rooftop and pulled his coat tiger around him. Klaus had been an odd addition to their small friend group. Roommates with Stefan in college that turned into a lifelong friendship mingled with the borderline rivalry between him and Tyler. The amount of times Tyler complained when Klaus was at some party or gathering of friends was obnoxious. Caroline never really understood why Tyler hated him. Granted, Klaus could be a massive dick when he wanted to be. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Liar.” Klaus tossed a dimpled smile at her and made Caroline shiver, sending a wave through her that had nothing to do with the cold. He turned his back on the view and leaned against the rooftop railing. “I’m going to tell you a secret.” Caroline tilted her head to the side and cocked an eyebrow, watching as Klaus’s smirk deepened. “I’m not the biggest fan of Elena.”

“Klaus, that's not a secret. Everyone knows that. I’m actually surprised you were invited tonight.”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I just showed up with Stefan in hopes of getting under Elena’s skin.” Klaus chuckled and Caroline had to suppress a smile. While Stefan proclaims that he is over the whole Damon and Elena affair issue, Klaus was not about to let that go. Caroline almost admired him for that. “She shouldn’t have invited Tyler tonight. I didn’t know they were still friends after everything.”

“They aren't but Elena works for Carol so I guess I get it.” She didn’t, not really but drank the last bit of prosecco and watched as Klaus tossed her a disbelieving look. “Okay, I didn’t expect to see him let alone with Hayley. Ugh. Do you know what Elena said when they showed up? That Hayley isn’t that bad. Isn’t that bad? I’m sorry the only thing I know about her is the image of her sucking Tyler off at his company Christmas party. Like if Carol wasn’t the CEO, you know he would have gotten fired for that!”

“Sweetheart, current company aside, Elena has horrible taste in people. She cheated on Stefan with his own brother. Of course she isn’t going to find anything wrong with Hayley or the fact that Tyler had been seeing her behind your back.” Caroline scowled, hating that Klaus was right. Part of her wondered why she continued to be friends with someone like Elena, someone who prioritizes her own wants over that of others, even if it caused them harm. “I have an idea.”

“Coming from you, that's dangerous.”

“Oh it most certainly is.” There was something wicked in his eyes, a heat that pierced through the cold air of a dying December. “Come back to the party and at the stroke of midnight when the countdown ends, I’ll kiss you.” Caroline’s back grew straight and her eyes went wide. “Both Tyler and Elena hate me, so it would definitely start their New Year off on the wrong foot but start yours, and mine, with a bang.”

“You mean starting New Years off with a revenge kiss? I’m almost afraid to ask what your resolution is.”

“There are worse resolutions than a revenge kiss, to be honest. At least this one would be easy to stick to, and very enjoyable.” Caroline couldn’t help but smile, butterflies pooling in the pit of her stomach as she peered up at him. He leaned in close, almost close enough to kiss her but just short of it. He reached for her hand, linking their fingers together and rested his forehead against her. “Come back down to the party, Caroline.”

She didn’t say anything, instead allowed him to pull her towards the metal doors that hid the stairwell that led into the apartment building. The countdown was a blur but there was a spark when Klaus’s lips touched hers, something she had never experienced before. The look of hurt and betrayal on Elena’s face and anger on Tyler’s only made it sweeter.

#klaroline #snow prompts #revenge kiss

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galvanizedfriend · 6 months

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Fic Update: We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15]

Summary: Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

When Caroline goes to sleep that night, she dreams like she hasn't in a very long time. In her dream, she's at school, and so is everyone she knows - her mom, Elena, Stefan, Damon, Tyler, Bonnie, Matt. Even Klaus. They're all staring at her as though they're being held in suspense, expressions wrought with anticipation as they wait for her to do something, say something. It's huge and meaningful, possibly life-changing, and it depends entirely on what she will do next, but Caroline has no idea what they expect from her. She feels suffocated under the weight of their stares. She doesn't want to let them down, but she already gives them everything she's got, her absolute best, all the time. Isn't it enough? Something breaks. It all becomes too much. If she stands there for one more second, she will burst into flames, and so she starts running as fast as she can. She doesn't know where she's going, but that hardly matters. She just has to get away. Far from the people, the stares, the expectations she can never meet. She runs until her lungs are screaming for air, until her muscles cramp up, until her heart feels as though it's about to beat itself out of her chest. Still, she doesn't stop. Caroline keeps going, pushing past all of her limits, until she hits water. A lake, to be more precise. Its surface is dark and absolutely still, so big she can't see the other side. Caroline doesn't think, she just walks in, cold water swallowing her like a thousand needles piercing her skin. Still it doesn't deter her; she just starts swimming, legs prompting her forward while her arms break through the ice cold ahead of her with as much determination as she can muster. She doesn't know why, but she knows in her guts that her life depends on this, hinges precariously on the perfect coordination of her movements and the sheer strength of her will. She has to keep going. She swims for a long time, what feels like hours, barely breaking the surface to breathe. When she can no longer remember why she started running in the first place, what she was running from, her mind a perfect blank space, Caroline stops. There's no sign of land ahead of her, and when she looks back, she sees nothing. Mystic Falls is gone. She's all alone in the middle of an infinite lake, a harsh grey sky above her. No sound, no movement. Time itself seems extinguished. That's when exhaustion finally creeps in, all at once. Caroline doesn't resist. She closes her eyes, a shuddering breath escaping her lips, and lets go. Her body begins to sink, heavy, heavy, heavy, down into the endless depths of the lake, but she's not scared. For once, she's completely at peace. Her chest is light as a plume. It's over, she thinks. Finally. And then she wakes up.

[Read the full chapter here]

Well, it's been a minute! Sorry for the delay, I have nothing to say in my defense except life sucks and I can't write. Hope you enjoy the update!

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #kc fanfiction #kcfic #klaroline fic #klaus x caroline #klaroline shippers club #the vampire diaries fanfiction #yokan writes #debatable actually but there you go

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crossedsabers10s · 2 months

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mmmmmmm pookz do you have any words for me to readddddd???????????

I have unearthed this relic from an ancient word doc. It is incomplete, but:

Pouting, Damon tosses his last earring onto the table. It lands next to its brethren, clinking against polished wood. “Stop cheating,” he complains.

He’s losing, which sucks. Losing always sucks, but something about losing to Enzo is especially vexing. Probably because Damon knows the man won’t bring it up, but he will smirk and Damon will just know that he’s thinking about it. Like that time with the snowboards and almost-avalanche. Enzo hadn’t gloated--much--but Damon would look at him and know he was remembering it, but especially the way Damon had finished that race face first in snow.

“Cheating?” Enzo scoffs. “I’m cheating?”

“Yeah. Three straight flushes in a row? At least be more discreet.”

Enzo gestures to the pile of jewelry glittering between them. “And this is good sportsmanship?”

Three sets of earrings and an eyebrow stud glint innocently in the light. “You wear piercings. They count.”

“No,” Enzo tells him. “They don’t. But I suppose I’ll allow it, since you’re so abominable at this.”

“Hey! Fuck you—“

“Maybe later.”

“—I’m great at strip poker!” Damon defends himself. He makes a face at Enzo. “You just cheat.”

Enzo smiles. Damon resists the urge to throw his cards at his stupid face. “Prove it.”

Fangs bared and eyes black, Damon growls. Enzo’s smile kicks up a degree, genuinely amused. Scowling, Damon withdraws his fangs. “I will. Eventually.”

Humming, Enzo reshuffles the cards. Damon tries to keep a sharp eye on him, but is soon distracted by a car approaching. Glancing towards the door, he tries to place the engine but doesn’t recognize it. It cuts off, a door opening then slamming closed. A human heartbeat approaches the house, stopping right at the door. The doorbell rings.

“Expecting visitors?” Enzo asks, sliding Damon’s cards across the tabletop. Damon’s attention snaps back to the other vampire, who offers him a sweet expression. Well, guess he’s losing this hand too.

“No,” he says, not bothering to get up. Hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and go away so that Damon can lose the rest of his dignity in peace.

Besides, they have plans.

The strip poker is more of a time filler, because the club they’re supposed to be going to tonight isn’t open yet, but Damon hasn’t seen his best friend in months and Mystic Falls’ latest Drama™ can wait until morning. Or preferably until tomorrow afternoon, because Damon’s plans include still being clubbing in the morning or at least having spectacular sex. If he doesn’t pass and or black out at some point during the night, then he’s failed his one goal.

The visitor is revealed to be Jenna, who is there to pick up Elena, but Elena and Stefan are still out, so she joins in on the card game while she waits.

With narrowed eyes, Damon reaches up and starts to unscrew the piercing in his tongue.

“Ohmygod,” Jenna mutters to herself. Then she rallies. “You—Uh, you can keep that one over there.”

“Scared of a little bodily fluid?” Damon asks her, but still deposits the little silver ball into an empty bourbon glass.

“I don’t know where you’ve been,” Jenna says, frank.

Wincing, Damon chuckles, “Ouch.”

“Good decision,” Enzo solemnly tells her. He stretches, rolling his shoulders back. Then smirks at Jenna when she has to drag her eyes away.

“So,” she says, just the littlest bit squeakily, “another round?”

Jenna wins. Damon and Enzo are both cheating but she’s great at cards and is taking advantage of them being focused on flirting/bickering with each other.

Did you…? Damon’s tilt of the head asks.

A little wide eyed, Enzo shakes his. No.

Oh. Okay. So Jenna won all on her lonesome then. That’s terrifying. Damon kind of wants to take her to Vegas.

Anyway, Ending A: Stefan and Elena get there in time to watch her absolutely destroy the other two—Enzo’s missing most of his clothes and Damon is too while she’s got the pile by her chair. The two of them enter just in time to interrupt them fully losing their underwear.

Ending B: Stefan and Elena are delayed/Stefan just drops her off at her house and Jenna goes with them to the club.

#tvd #reply #fanfic #denzo

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

“Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

"I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

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laughtosmilex · 1 year

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rating tvd characters because i’m out here struggling with this show (up to s5)

for context: i’ve had this love-hate relationship with tvd since i was 12. now that i’m grown and not blinded by insignificant storylines and attractive 30-year-olds playing teenager roles, i’m rewatching and struggling. and i’m taking y’all with me.

elena gilbert, 1/10

- banal

- whiny

- bad acting, got like two facial expressions

- annoying

- tries to be cool and tough, but to me she’s just cringe 99% of the time

- i don’t give her 0 just because she’s rarely funny and active (= not being a damsel in distress or a living ingredient for some witchcraft shit)

stefan salvatore, 7,5/10

- boyfriend material

- love s1 stefan

- kind and caring, excluding the ripper personality

- comes up with good plans

- a lot of different phases of life, maybe too many

- transformative arch’s a bit confusing (up to this point), like one step forward and two steps back

- sometimes i feel like punching him in the face

- still i have a soft spot for him

damon salvatore, 5,5/10

- king of bad decisions

- ridiculously down bad (relatable)

- comes up with either shit plans or excellent plans that resolve in the worst way possible

- funny and charismatic, but very moody

- cinic to say the least

- he doesn’t sit right with me, i don’t hate him tho

- still very iconic

caroline forbes, <3/10

- cute

- kind

- witty

- adorable

- does everything for her loved ones

- her smile lights up the world

- the show did her dirty since episode 1

- she owns my heart

- i can make you happy, caroline, i swear

bonnie bennett, 10/10

- underrated

- powerful af

- brave

- strong

- selfless

- the show did her dirtier than caroline

- always sacrificing everything for other people

- i love witches in tvd

katherine pierce/katerina petrova, 4/10

- stereotypical

- manipulative

- annoying

- selfish

- her favourite singer would probably be ariana grande or something like that

- but she got flaws too

- she’s funny tho

- i like her at times, rare times

(ni)klaus mikaelson, 7/10

- i would’ve given 10/10 when i was younger, but i have to rethink about that

- psychopath

- his whole family stuff is just creepy and somewhat nonsense

- “man, i love my family. what did you say, brother? i have to do the dishes?” *stabs you and puts you in a casket for 900 years*

- curb your millenary creature flirting with a 17-year-old

- pros: powerful, fascinating, charming, poetic, british accent

- i wish i could hear him call me “love”, just for once

- hybrid (they’re cool)

matt donovan, 2/10

- give me a chair, because i can’t stand you

- if “i won last place” was a person

- he’s just boring and very mean at times

- i’m sorry that his life sucks so bad tho

tyler lockwood, 4,5/10

- s1 tyler was asking to be kicked in the balls

- totally unbearable

- however his character grew so much and i’m glad

- i know i said hybrids are cool, but i liked him better when he was just a werewolf

- he went back to being intolerable when he was sired to klaus, but it wasn’t entirely his fault

- i’m mixed on this

- nah, he broke caroline’s heart, so fuck him

jeremy gilbert, 9/10

- let’s ignore s1 jeremy, shall we?

- from emo teen to kick ass hunter

- lovely

- strong

- brave

- i can’t help being drawn to him every time he’s in a scene

- i don’t have anything else to say, i like him, period

#the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd universe #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #matt donovan #tyler lockwood #jeremy gilbert

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rolaplayor101 · 2 years

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There's this thing in the Ben 10 fandom that i wanna talk about that often goes ignored and its the fact that there's always conversations about "The Girls Of Ben 10" and how they deserved better... But here's the thing

All the characters of Ben 10 are underdeveloped. All of them are robbed of times to shine. Its not just Ben's old dates, who get the most attention in these conversations, it's women who exist outside of Ben completely. Its men who we see a few times but still know next to nothing about.

Look at Charmcaster. Charmcaster had a huge story line. She had soooo much going for her that was outside of Ben completely. She was the daughter of a man who fought against oppression and died, then she went into Legerdomain and took it back from said oppressor, and became its new ruler. But then?? She was a bad guy again?? Like, even outside the Michael Morningstar thing, she wanted to get her dad back and she killed all those people and even managed to kill the plumber squad, and then after uaf they completely got rid of that storyline. She has a rich backstory and so much ahead of her story wise that is so interesting!! And it was left for.. Whatever happened in omniverse..

And then there's Pierce, who was the older brother of Helen and friend to Manny, who had so much personality hyped up before we'd actually met him. He was capturing plumbers kids, then got sucked in himself, and met Max, and... Then what?? He joined Max's team with Helen and Manny, who, also, we know nothing about, and then we didn't really hear anything more about them. They went to Plumbers school. I dont even wanna talk about the Rooters arc rn, that's so far away from, like, an actual in depth character analysis to even mention. How did they grow up on Earth if they looked like that... How'd they meet Manny... That was covered?? In Omniverse?? I guess?? But whyd they stay together??

Oh my gosh Elena lets talk about Elena. Shes gotta have PTSD. Her body was taken over by nanites, she didn't even have a full sense of self by the end. She was creating these robots, then she went into the sewers, and eight or something months later shes in a gameshow for Ben's heart. What's up with that?? She has such a plot, a story line-- How'd she get her body back?

Then theres Alan. How long has Alan known he could turn into a alien. Who's his dad? Ok rooter arc stuff again but can we all agree that that retcon sucked?? What is Alan doing now? He was the same age as Ben when he first got his Omnitrix when we were introduced to him for the first time. And his last line was "i think my story is just beginning" like WHAT we were ROBBED

What's Cooper doing? Sunny? They introduce characters with so much interesting stuff going on in their lives or stories and then they never get to have a satisfying story line. Its not just the girls. Its really just background characters in general. They do a couple of things with Cash and JT too, but they never go anywhere--despite having some regular human high schooler dudes with a average redemption arc in play could be interesting in itself. And Jimmy! He's a kid detective! And he has one episode dedicated to it and then rarely shows up again!

I mean, look how many Anodite aus are on this site. Gwen isnt a love interest to anyone but Kevin-- and her, Sunny, and Verdona's experiences with being anodites have people so curious that you have countless headcanons loitering about the tag all the time. Anyway, all im saying is that various plot points are brought up and never seriously or fully explored to their full potential with both the men and women of Ben 10.

#ben 10 #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 series #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 charmcaster #elena validus #sunny tennyson #Michael Morningstar #max tennyson #alan albright #gwen tennyson #kevin levin #ben tennyson #Pierce Wheels #Helen Wheels #Manny Armstrong #Cooper Daniels #Jimmy Jones #charmcaster

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delicateflowerss · 2 years

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Chapter Six: The Dance of Death (Michael Langdon x Reader)

The Angels Are Watching Masterlist

While Michael is searching for corrupted souls for his new world, a student at a catholic school catches his attention. Years later, you find yourself at the sanctuary with no answers on why you've been put there. When Michael arrives, he reminds you of your past together. All while, making your present life a living nightmare.

Warnings: 18+, smut, loss of virginity, blasphemy, and blood.

Reader is 18 when she is at the catholic school.

The squeak of the polish echoes off the walls of his bedroom. He slips on his black suit jacket as he looks at the mirror in front of him.

“That’s enough.”

The man quickly stands up from the floor at Michael’s command. The man regards him reluctantly before Michael gives a look that pierces right through him. He scuttles out as the Antichrist looks down at his shiny shoes. He can make out a slightly blurred reflection of himself.

“Are you ready, darling?”

Elena’s slinky figure comes into view as she stands against the doorway.

The clicks of their shoes follow them until they see the grand ballroom ahead. The room is lively, filled with noise and people. Elena unhooks her arm from Michael’s and says something about getting champagne for them both. His eyes scan the room, and he can’t help but feel proud of the ball he’s thrown for the people of the sanctuary. He decided that he should launch himself into his work instead of letting the grief of losing Ms. Mead eat him alive. He stares into the crowd of joyful people twirling around.

He catches her standing across the room, next to the drab looking man. She reminds him of Venus after she was birthed from the sea. Her face is melancholic, not realizing that her beauty is otherworldly. Her dress is pure white, decorated with little red flowers. They match the fake ones in her hair. For a second, he thinks about ripping her dress apart and having her in front of everyone, including Leo. She’s not an innocent girl anymore. But the amount of innocence she holds onto sickens him. He wants to destroy it.

He knows why she looks dismayed. And why Leo will barely give her a glance or ask her to dance. He’s already driven the wedge between them. She’s a china doll on a shelf that looks pretty from far away. But if you get close and look at her, you can see the cracks that are getting worse every day. She just needs one final push to send her crashing on the floor into a million pieces. And it will be his finger that topples her over. Staring at her, a conversation they had fogs his thoughts.

He could roughly see her face through the slits of the wood. She knew it was him in there. But he still felt her nervousness. Father Gabriel had asked him to help with confessions. At first, he was more than happy to oblige. But he soon got tiresome of confessions about using God’s name in vain or swearing. A few girls told him that they touched themselves, but that was nothing compared to what he wanted to hear. He was almost falling asleep until y/n sat down in the booth, waiting to confess.

He knew he should have left weeks ago. No one there was good enough for his new world, and he felt stupid for not having foreseen that. Girls threw themselves at him. But when he looked in their souls there was no real depth there. They were still God’s little creatures. They would tell him it felt wrong to do anything that meant losing their purity. They sucked cock, but they wanted to stay virgins until marriage. He wasn’t angry about the sex. He did defile a nun, and he was proud of that. Of course, the nun left the school in a hurry soon after that. He was angry that no one understood the stupidity of it all, the hypocrisy.

Then there was her. After he kissed her, he forgot about everyone else. She understood the problems with being stifled by religion. He knew her for such a short time, but he wanted to give her the world. He wanted to feed her an apple from the tree of life. She wouldn’t be punished for her sins; she would be rewarded. By him. His feelings for her scared him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He pictured them making love as the world burned from the fire he started. He wondered if marriage would be too archaic for his new world. Although, he wanted her to be Mrs. Langdon. The baby they created making her belly swell. He knew she would be a good mother because she would love their baby no matter what. Most importantly, she would love him no matter what.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.”

He could make out a slight smirk on her face.

“And what are your sins?” He also wore a smirk on his face.

“Hmm. I can’t think of anything.” Her voice was laced with sarcasm as she pretended to think.

“You can’t think of any sins you’ve committed in the past week? You must be a good little girl then,” he cooed.

He imagined her blushing.

“Well, this is no fun if you don’t tell me your sins. I’ve had to hear the most boring ones waiting for you to be next.”

“You were waiting for me?”

“Of course, I was, little one.”

“Sometimes I think just talking to you is a sin in itself.”

She peeked through the little openings to try and look at him. He smiled deviously at her comment.

“You’re not wrong, my love. But I think there is another sin you’ve committed this week.”

He could see the shadows of the pattern in the wood on her face.

“You know what we did. So why say it?”

“Because I want to hear those filthy words come out of your sweet mouth.” He spoke quietly, his voice becoming gravelly.

“You made me cum, she whispered softly.

“How did I make you cum?”

“You made me cum with your tongue… and your fingers.”

She had lifted her hand up to the slits in the wood. Her fingers traced the pattern.

“I finally got the answer to my question from so long ago.” He got closer and he knew she could feel his breath on her fingertips. “You know from when we first met. I asked you if you touched yourself. You must if you were able to handle two of my fingers like that.”

“Maybe I’m not a virgin,” she teased.

“You’re definitely a virgin.”

“I hope that’s not an insult.”

“I could never insult you, y/n. I just know you.”

She smiled at that.

“I’m chaperoning the dance that’s happening on Friday."

“You are? Why would you want to do that? It doesn’t sound like something you would enjoy.”

“It’s not. It sounds horrible. But if it means I get to sneak you out for a little while then I’ll do anything.”

“What if I would rather dance with one of the boys from the school across town that they’re bringing over?”

“You would rather dance at arm’s length with some teenage boy who probably has no sense of personal hygiene? I highly doubt that.”

She started to laugh which made him grin.

“Michael, you know I’ll go anywhere with you. I’ll even go to hell with you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He brought his lips to her fingertips and kissed them until she was laughing again.

“I’m sorry to say little one, but you have to repent your sins.”

Her face fell as she stared at him.

“You have to touch yourself for me tonight and think about me. Think about what I’m going to do to you Friday.”

Her face lit up again.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I can’t tell you, that would ruin the surprise.”

His smirk grew as he noticed her blown out pupils. She blew him a kiss before leaving him to deal with the next sinner.

She looks around the extravagant ball that is happening all around her. The room is bathed in candlelight as everyone around her dances and has fun. She notices the tower of full champagne glasses. The golden liquid sparkles in the light. She also notices the orchestra playing, or the lack thereof. Violins and other instruments are floating in the air and moving on their own. No one there to play them, but they’re making the most beautiful music. No doubt the trick is Michael’s. She spots him from across the room, sipping on champagne next to Elena. He must be saying something funny because she can’t stop laughing.

“Shall we dance?” Leo asks while barely looking at her.

He doesn’t wait for a reply as his fingers are on her arm, guiding her to the center of the chaos. Usually, she can forget about her problems when she’s with Leo. Instead, her problems have been at the forefront tonight. She put on red lipstick just to impress her date. Except when Leo greeted her, he didn’t say anything about how she looked. She stared in her mirror as she was getting ready and wondered if something is wrong. He has been cold to touch the past couple days. He’s starting to remind her of someone else.

She’s glad that he asked her to dance since that’s the only interaction the two have had since they entered the room. They dance along to the waltz among other couples circling around. Leo’s close, but not close enough. Every time they meet each other’s eyes he looks away. She decides it’s best to not even try anymore. She looks to her left and sees that Michael and Elena have joined everyone else in dancing. They seem content with each other. She looks back at Leo and sees that his eyes have been following hers. His jaw is tenser than it was before. She wants to say something, but before she can she bumps into someone behind her. The jolt forces her hand to slip out of Leo’s. He rips his body from her and storms away from the sea of people. She stands there mortified. The dizzying twirls from the people surrounding her leave her disoriented. She pushes her way through to run after him.

She finds him in the hallway, his arms crossed.

“Leo, what is going on?”

He takes a few moments, not looking at her.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t be in there any longer.”

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

She tries not to sound angry. But all the emotions from the past couple days are finding their way out. He laughs humorlessly.

“Did I embarrass you in front of him?”

She knows who he’s talking about but decides to pretend.

“Who?”

He’s looking at her now.

“Michael told me something interesting the other day.”

Her blood turns to ice.

“I’m not going to repeat what he said because it was honestly gross. The point is you lied to me.”

“How did I lie?”

He lets out a long sigh.

“Okay, maybe lying isn’t the right word. But you still didn’t tell me that you and Michael had history.”

“It’s not important.” Her voice gets quieter as his gets louder.

“It is. Because you obviously still have feelings for him. You told me you had never been in love, and I hope that’s true.”

She shakes her head trying to form words.

“It was such a long time ago. How do I have feelings for him? I hate him.”

“You answered your own question, y/n.”

She stares at him in disbelief as her eyes become glassy. He thinks for a second before speaking.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to upset you. It’s just I feel like I’m falling in love with you.” He takes a few steps closer to her. “I get it if you still have some feelings to work out. I just want to know if this is possible.” He wipes a tear that has fallen from her eye. “Just tell me you would pick me over him. If he decided he wanted to marry you instead, you would say no, wouldn’t you?”

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. More tears roll down her cheeks. By not saying anything she’s made her decision. He steps away from her.

“I’m not going to be your second choice, y/n.”

“Leo…” She tries to protest but he silences her.

“I really thought you were different than everyone here. But you’re just like them. Actually, you’re worse than them because at least they can admit that they love him. Don’t let your obsession be the end of you.”

A sob escapes her mouth once he’s gone. She’s not sure if she’s crying because she lost Leo or because everything he said is true. The muffled music coming from the ballroom fades into nothing. She focuses on the harsh breaths coming out of her mouth. Instead of a dim hallway, she finds herself back at Emily Gray’s, lost in a memory.

Her white Mary Janes rubbed together leaving dirty scuffs on the otherwise speckless material. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, trying to find Michael. Her eyes searched the room, looking for a tall man who didn’t deserve to be in a place like that. Instead, all she saw were awkward teenagers swaying to the cheesy song playing. The boys and girls stayed apart, listening to the teachers about leaving room for Jesus. She started to think that he hadn’t shown up. That she’ll be stuck in the dark all night, waiting for the dance to be over. After doubt had crept into her mind, she dropped her eyes to the floor.

“We have to hurry, little one.” Dark shoes came into view as a deep, hushed voice made its way into her ears. “I heard Sister Anne caught some students making out in the bathroom. No one will see us if we walk out right now.”

She looked up and saw the refreshing face of Michael. His hand was reached out to her and it only took her a second to grab it and follow him out of the gym.

They rushed down the hall and sneaked into the quiet of the church. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that no one saw them. Michael grabbed a stray chair and put it under the door handles.

“No one will bother us,” he said before placing a kiss on her cheek.

She smiled and took in the eerie beauty of the church at night. She had never been in there at that time of day. Candles were burning near the altar, leaving the room with an incandescent looking glow. She scanned the walls, feeling like the paintings and statues were staring at her. When she saw the Virgin Mary again, a shudder ran through her as goosebumps prickled her skin.

“You’ve noticed the eyes, haven’t you?”

She realized that he had been looking at her this whole time. When she doesn’t say anything, he continued.

“The angels are watching, y/n. The eyes of God are everywhere, and he’s always watching.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in God.”

“What do I know?” He shrugged his shoulders in exaggeration. “There may be a God. But the real question is, do you care what he sees?” He was circling her now like a predator about to eat its prey. “Would you let me fuck you under his eyes? Forcing the angels to watch us at our most carnal.”

Every time he talked like this, she felt tingles go down her spine.

“I don’t care who sees, as long as I’m with you.”

A smile shot across his lips. He takes a step so that his mouth is at her ear.

“Are you ready for this? Will you tarnish this heavenly place with me?”

“Y/n?”

Her head snaps towards the voice. She’s surprised that he’s standing there alone. She hopes he wasn’t looking too closely at her thoughts as that would be embarrassing for the both of them.

“Have you been out here this whole time?”

She notices that the sounds from the ballroom have vanished. There’s no muffled voices or music anymore. Where did the time go?

“Dance with me.” He beckons her with his hand open.

“There’s no music.”

She feels strange that he would suggest such a thing.

“Does it matter?”

She knows he’s not going to give up, so she gives in. She follows him into the empty ballroom. Wax runs down the candles falling onto the wooden floor. He leads her to the center and places a large hand on her waist. His fingers lace together with hers. She brings her other hand to his strong shoulder. Her eyes find his face and can’t help but stare into the glistening blue eyes she used to feel comforted by.

He starts to move his feet, so she has no choice to repeat after him. They sway and she can see that his eyes are on her face too.

“You know dancing can be dangerous,” he speaks quietly to her.

“How so?”

“People have died from it.”

“From dancing?” She quirks an eyebrow at his statement.

“It was in France, a long, long time ago. People in this town started to dance one day, and they wouldn’t stop. It lasted for months. Many people danced until they died. No one really knows why it happened.” He leans in and whispers, “It was the dance of death.” He goes back to where he was, staring at her. “This might be our dance of death.”

She looks at him for a while.

“You’re so dramatic. Poetic, but dramatic.”

He breathes out a laugh while she starts grinning. He stops smiling and speaks again.

“Why did Leo run out of here like that?”

She stops smiling too. She looks to a random part of the room. Anger starts to settle in her stomach.

“You know why.”

She looks back to him. He watches her carefully.

“I actually don’t.”

“Your jealousy ruined the only real friendship I’ve ever had.”

He regards her more coldly than he did before. “So, he was just a friend?”

“Yes, a friend.”

He nods and thinks for a while.

“I didn’t ruin your friendship, y/n. Has the thought occurred that maybe it was you who ruined it?”

She digs her nails into his knuckles, hoping to hurt him. He just smiles through the pain.

“You said to me that he doesn’t play games, unlike myself. But it sounds like you were the one playing games. Do people really sleep with their friends?”

She scoffs. “You’re one to talk.”

“I don’t have any friends. Believe me, I would rather not know the people I’m sleeping with.”

She purses her lips at his words.

“Were we ever friends?”

He stops moving forcing her to halt. His eyes linger on her and she feels like she’s baring her soul for him. She tries to figure out what he’s feeling. But the only things that gives any hint is the faraway look in his eyes and the slight downward of his lips.

“Michael, I’m-."

“Did we miss it?”

Michael and y/n immediately take a step back from each other. They find Jeff and Mutt walking into the ballroom with disappointed looks on their faces.

“Miss what?”

Michael has that disgruntled look on his face again. A look he usually has when he talks to Jeff and Mutt.

“Did we miss the ball?” This time Jeff is asking the question.

“Yes, it ended about a half hour ago. How did you two not hear all of the noise?” Michael asks with his brows furrowed.

“We were sleeping. I guess we slept through the day.” Mutt looks around, a concerned expression on his features.

“The apocalypse really fucks your sleep schedule up. I can’t tell if it’s day or night.”

“So, we just sleep when we’re tired.”

Michael walks right between the two men talking, bumping their shoulders on his way out.

“What’s up with Mr. Grouch?”

Jeff laughs as Mutt joins him. When they’re met with no response, their laughter dies down.

“Did we interrupt something?”

“No,” she answers quickly.

They raise their eyebrows at each other and mumble something. She notices Jeff start to eye her up and down.

“So, what’s your name?” He asks.

“Can you two just leave me alone for a while?” She tries to sound polite but her annoyance seeps through.

“Guess we found Mrs. Grouch.”

The two of them erupt in laughter at Mutt’s comment. They make a big deal about leaving but once they go, she’s finally surrounded by blissful silence.

Her legs feel like giving out, so she falls to the floor. She examines Michael’s drying blood under her fingernails. She licks experimentally at her fingertip. The slight taste of metal fills her mouth. Her eyes close and her memory from earlier saves her once again.

Their lips had found each other’s while they started to shed their clothes. Michael practically tore at her dress to get it off. The two of them were only in their underwear as Michael laid her down on the altar. Their lips were already swollen from the wet kisses they were giving each other. Michael dragged his mouth across her cheek to her earlobe. He nibbled on it before leaving spit-stained kisses on her neck. He stopped at her pulse point and sucked a little.

“I can feel your heart tremble,” he whispered.

She started to breathe heavier. He brought his hands to her chest, cupping her bare breasts. He kept his eyes on her as he played with her nipples. She traced the veins protruding out of his arm. She’s never noticed them before because he always wears long sleeves.

He latched his mouth around one of her hardened nipples. She moaned quietly at the sensuous feeling. His tongue massaged the skin before moving on to the next one. His fingers rubbed the other one, pulling at it a little, making her squeak.

“God is a lucky man if he gets to see you naked. Or if he gets to hear those wonderful sounds that come out of you.”

His voice was like honey, and his words made her even more soaked. He gave one final flick of the tongue to her nipple before hooking his fingers in her panties. She knew he could sense a bit of reluctance on her part, so he waited to pull them down.

“You want to do this, little one?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m scared that it’s going to hurt.”

He listened intently to her concerns.

“I’ll be the gentlest I can possibly be. But it will probably hurt a little bit.”

She nodded.

“I trust you. You’re the only person I would allow to cause me pain.”

A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled down her panties. He dipped a finger into her wetness. She let out a sigh. She had already noticed the bulge coming from Michael and she wondered how big he really is. He rubbed circles on her clit before squeezing two fingers into her. She felt him open the gap between his fingers, trying to stretch her out. More moans escaped her. He pulled his fingers out and took off the little bit of clothes he had left. She took him in, never seeing a man like that before. He was big. She wasn’t sure how he was going to fit. She took in his leaking, flushed tip. His veiny shaft leading to a tuft of blond hair. His lips were parted and his eyes dark with lust. The candlelight created shadows on his face making him look sinister. That’s the word she used to describe him when she saw him for the first time. It must be why she’s so attracted to him.

He used the wetness on his fingers to lather his cock, pumping it a little. She watched him from her spot on the altar. His curls had fallen in his face and all she could think about was how beautiful he looked. She wanted him, she needed him. He brought his cock up to her folds, dragging the tip and teasing her.

“Michael,” she breathed out.

He stared at her as he aligned himself to her. He pushed in a bit, giving her time to adjust. Her knuckles turned white from grabbing the sides of the altar.

“Does it hurt, my love?”

She nodded furiously.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just keep going.”

He pushed in, little by little. He leaned down to give her kisses to try and distract her. When pushed in all the way, she heard a groan escape his throat. The burning pain started to dull. So, when he started to move his hips, she liked the way he felt inside her. The feeling of being this full was something new and delightful. She watched Michael; ecstasy painted on his face. The moans that came out of his full lips created a symphony combined with the noises coming from her. He put his face to her neck, breathing her in.

“You have the tightest cunt, little one. I think you must be made for me,” he rasped out in her ear.

She started to feel more pleasure when he brushed something within her. He knew what he was doing because he began to leave featherlight touches on her clit.

“Fuck, Michael,” she moaned out.

He moved his face to look at her. He began to pound into her, thrusting faster. His fingers pressed deeper into her bud. All she could concentrate on were his touches and the pleasure blooming inside her. The sounds of skin on skin filled the room, desecrating the church.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” she sighed out.

His thrusts started to get sloppier, and she could tell that he was close also. He hit something deep inside and that sent her over the edge. She moaned his name loudly as she came all over his cock. The clenching of her cunt made his hips stutter. He grabbed her hip as he felt his own release. No doubt leaving finger shaped bruises from the force of his grasp. She felt his seed go deep inside her. A bit of it spilled out when he took himself out of her. Michael put it back in her, using his thumb.

“Wouldn’t want to waste a drop of that.”

She smiled and looked at him. She looked down and noticed a bit of blood in her folds. His eyes followed what she was looking at.

“It’s normal to bleed when it’s your first time.”

He proceeded to lean down and lick a strip up her folds. She inhaled sharply from her sensitivity. Michael smirked, a bit of red staining his lips.

When she looked at him, she expected to see a pair of blue eyes. But instead, she found pitch black filling his eyes. She blinked and then they were back to the way they were. She couldn’t help but think of the nightmare she had. She decided to brush it off and blame it on the lighting. That was the only logical thing to do.

The two had gotten half-dressed and lounged on the altar. Michael sat up while she laid on him. His arms surrounding her. That was the only time he held her. She felt safe and warm. She looked up at him and realized that she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She felt the inklings of love. Only later she realized that was the night she fell in love with him.

The memory blows away like smoke coming out of a cigarette. She sits there on the floor, getting her white dress dirty. She looks around the grand ballroom. It makes her feel tiny like she is just a speck of dust that no one really cares about.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story

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Max: I watched my whole family get ripped apart. Tried to save my sister, but she died right in my arms.

Elena: I watched my papa get turned into a monster and kill people i know right in front of me. Then I had to shoot him.

Max: That's rough, buddy...

Elena: Then I almost died in a fire and went half blind.

Max: I fell down a flight of stairs. Yesterday i found out my pupils have different dilation. Think my brain slowly deteriorates.

Elena: Sucks...

I don't know that pupils stay irregularly dilated that long after a fall.

If anything what should be throwing him off is the piercing headaches he gets for no reason. he'll be living with those forever.

Max and Elena don't have a good enough relationship for them to be doing this, honestly, this feels more like they're going "Damn. Sucks to suck. Anyway...." to each other.

#this is like they're doing it because it helps mia and mel but they aren't sympathetic enough to each other for it to work #asks #horror lady00

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tvdfansblog · 2 years

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The Petrova Doppelgänger

katherine pierce x fem reader

includes: eating out, fingering, scissoring, intense kissing/ making out, biting, sucking,and consumption of alcohol

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It was another sunny day in Mystic Falls. I was sat in the brew with Elena and Caroline, they had been my best friends for as long as I’d could remember. From playing dollies, to crushing on boys and now to finding out the supernatural is a real thing hence me and Caroline being a vampire and Elena being a doppelgänger to an evil woman called Katherine Pierce.

I had never met Katherine myself, but from what I’ve heard, she’s trouble to stay away from.

“So, are you in Y/N?” Caroline asked, sweetly. I had been in such deep thought of the infamous doppelgänger that I had zoned out of the conversation.

“In on what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Party at the Salvatores.” Caroline said.

“Sure.” I said.

I turned to Elena, who was biting at her fingernails frantically.

“Elena, do you want to go?” I asked, gently. I know Elena has been through a lot. Katherine had recently followed through in one of her master plans and stabbed Aunt Jenna (well technically aunt Jenna stabbed herself but she was under compulsion)

“Yes. I was hesitant at first, but Ric and Jer are having family night with Jenna, so I have my freedom.” Elena said.

“Okay. Well I have to go find a cute outfit so I’ll see you guys later?” I said. They nodded and I stood up and planted a kiss on both their heads before leaving the grill.

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The door to the Salvatore Mansion opened to slowly. Damon appeared with his smirk that he does. Idiot.

“Hello Y/N” He said.

“Damon.” I responded

“You’re kinda late.”

“Ah that’s where your wrong. I’m fashionably late.” I replied, showing off my revealing outfit.

“You do look very hot I’ll admit.” I gave Damon a half sarcastic smile before pushing my way past him into the door. He shut the door behind him.

“What, no welcome kiss?” He asked. I turned around and placed a kiss on his cold cheek quickly.

“Aww thank you Miss Y/N” He said sarcastically.

I could hear music blaring as I walked into the Salvatore house. I pushed passed random high school kids and some college kids too. Caroline and Elena were stood on a table, hugging each other and dancing. Stefan was sat on the couch next to Tyler and looked to be having a deep conversation - a serious one at that.

Stefan looked at me and stood up. He hugged me and I kissed his cheek like I did Damon’s.

“Welcome Y/N” Stefan said politely.

“Thanks Stef. I’m just going to freshen up in the bathroom.” I said. He nodded and I walked upstairs to the bathroom.

The bathroom was dark so I switched the light on.

“Shit! Elena I’m so sorry.” I said, Elena was stood in front of the mirror crying. I walked over to her and hugged her.

“Thanks Y/N. I just really need a friend like you right now.” She said. She pulled out of the hug and I wiped her eyes. She chuckled.

“Look at the state of me.” She said.

“I think you’re beautiful.” I said. I have had a crush on Elena for the longest time and that slipped out.

“Really?” She asked. I nodded. I could feel something touching my fingers, it was Elena’s intertwining with mine gently.

She kissed me slowly on my lips, passionately but gently. Her breath was sweet, a mixture of cherries and an alcohol. Her lips tasted how I imagined, strawberry chapstick. She put her hand on my throat carefully, deepening the kiss.

She lifted my head up, kissing my neck. I groaned. I slowly caught a glimpse of her shoes and realised that they weren’t what she was wearing earlier. Could it be.. Katherine?

I pushed her off me with my vampire strength and she hit the wall. She let out a giggle.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’m Katherine.” She said.

“Well I know that now.” I said.

“I think I’ve made quite the impression.” She said, touching my lips, to wipe remaining smudges of chapstick flavour off my lips. I pushed myself backwards against the door as she stepped closer. She closed me in, putting her hands between each side of me.

“Your a monster.” I said. Katherine sarcastically poured her lips, to look sad.

“Don’t be like that. As much as I wanted to make you suffer, I actually like you Y/N” Katherine said.

“You said that about Damon too. And from what I’ve heard it’s not true.” I said.

“I’ll be out of your way.” She said. I felt relieved. “On one condition.” Dammit.

“Let me show you a good time.” She said.

“And you’ll leave me alone?” I asked. She nodded. A pause of silence went between us as I considered rejecting and running for Stefan and Damon but this was a party right?

I grasped at the zip on the side of her dress and pulled it down, revealing her Victoria secret model body and lingerie. She giggled, moving closer to my ear “I knew you’d make the right choice” and hearing that made my core shudder along with my legs.

She took of my dress too, revealing my red bra and panties. “Mm sexy.” She whispered. She locked her lips with mine, while moving her hand down into my panties. I could feel how wet I was.

“Such a whore, your already so wet.” She said. She deepened the kiss, battling me with her tongue as she rubbed her fingers on my clit. I let out a soft moan, trying not to make too much noise.

“Fuck Katherine.” I whimpered. She made her way to my neck while simultaneously rubbing my clit, getting faster. I let out a moan as she covered her free hand over my face to prevent any loud moaning.

I breathed heavily as she removed her hand from my mouth and sucked on my nipple. I panted continually as she played with my clit with her fingers.

“Pl-please.” I whispered.

“Please what?” She said, knowing full well she was teasing me.

“Eat my pussy” I said, tears falling out of my eyes due to the waves of pleasure.

“Mm okay.” She said. She slowly kissed her way down my stomach, and pulled my panties down all the way. She stood back up and patted the counter for me to sit, I sat on it.

She pushed my legs open and kissed my folds gently. I could feel an electric sensation pile through me, as she licked my folds and then my clit. She put her fingers in me, and I arched my back and moved rocked myself against her tongue. She groaned, and complimented my pussy. My legs quivered so much, that I fell off the counter.

“Where are you going baby?” She teased. I layed on the floor as I giggled in pleasure. Waves of euphoria were lapsing through me. She rolled me over, so I was staring at the ceiling as she climbed on top of me, she aligned her pussy with mine and starting moving back and forth and moaning.

“Now look who can’t stop moaning my name.” I giggled. She put her hand on my throat.

“Don’t get cocky now Y/N, or I’ll punish you.” She said. She moved quicker with her enhanced speed. I grabbed her breast and played with her nipple, twisting around as she rubbed her clit on mine.

She moaned my name again. Moving herself faster against my pussy. I felt myself coming to a climax.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum Katherine.” I moaned. She grabbed a handful of my hair and went faster. I didn’t care about the noise I’d make now, I felt like I was floating.

“Cum for me love.” She said, shoving her fingers inside me, fingering me at such an intense speed I couldn’t keep up. I felt myself about to cum and my juices flooded out all on her finger and on dripped on my thighs. She shoved her fingers inside my mouth, and licked my juices from my thigh.

She placed a kiss on my lips again, heavily and lasted a good ten seconds. She threw my clothes at me before darting out of the bathroom window. Did that really just happen? My legs were still shaking so I’m assuming it did. I scrambled to put my clothes on in a hurry.

I rushed downstairs to the party, Stefan passing me a drink.

“What took you so long?” He chuckled. My cheeks were still flushed and warm.

“There was a queue.” I replied, confidently.

“That doesn’t explain how your dress is inside out though.” He pointed at the visible loose tag hanging from my dress. Shit.

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miss katherine pierce for the character asks. 🙏🏽 and/or cordelia chase!

Hi sorry this took me so long!

Katherine Pierce

three facts about them from my personal headcanons: 1) this seems obvious but she’s bi 2) this isn’t super hc-y it’s more like the show is inconsistent about what’s up and I have a set idea, I do believe that she genuinely was in love with Damon at a point not just Stefan and Elijah 3) idk… Kat isn’t really a character I get into heavy hc territory with a lot

a reason they suck: well she is an objectively terrible person but not in a way out of the ordinary for this verse and she is a villain lol. I guess technically the thing I don’t like about her char sometimes is when they lean too hard on the more misogynistic aspects of the femme fatale trope in how she’s written

a reason they are great: she’s just a fantastic character and villain imo she consistently makes thing interesting every dynamic and storyline she’s in has a little something extra because of her, I love that she’s incredibly clever and competent and tenacious in her pursuit of survival above all else also she also has the best lines.

a reason I relate to them: I don’t really relate to her… actually I can relate to her hating being human in s5 being human is bad enough going from vampire to human sounds terrible lmao.

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character. I really enjoy basically all her ships but I do have a favorite and it’s Katherine/Caroline <3 they check a lot of my boxes in terms of just what I enjoy in ships. And for ot3 I’d go for Katherine Caroline and Stefan I do ship and have feelings about all 3 dynamics and they had good moments as a trio in s5.

five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened: 1. I really like the majority of her arc in s5 and the concept of the body swap with Elena but I wish the reasoning for it wasn’t so Stefan-centric… I wouldn’t call it ooc necessarily but I don’t think it was good enough for her idk I would alter some of the specifics of her last couple of eps in s5 2. more interactions between her and Bonnie especially it would have been nice for Katherine’s relationship with Emily to come back up as a thread and that to impact how she interacts with / connects with Bonnie 3. I feel like at times she should have kind of had more space in the narrative to express how Klaus impacted/traumatized her over the years. 4. No Queen of Hell storyline 5. Scenes with Hayley + more scenes with Rebekah

five people that character never fell in love with and why:

1.Klaus—the obvious answer is him chasing her and trying to kill her but also I feel like probably before that and just in general they’re both characters who put on masks a lot of the time, and they’re really similar in a lot of ways maybe too similar for them to develop the soft spot to fall in love with each other.

2.Matt—Katherine finds him hot for some reason but he hates her too much for it to be a StefanElijah situation.

3.Kol—Is there ever anything stated in canon about their dynamic? Have they ever interacted? I feel like the dynamic would be sort of Datherinelight I think she’d have fun with him in a similar way but wouldn’t get intense about him the way she did with Damon I think despite herself.

4.Bonnie—Julie was too cowardly to let them interact much.

5.Rebekah—Same thing.

Cordelia Chase

1.three facts about them from my personal headcanons: 1) her first kiss was with Harmony they were “practicing” 2) ats doesn’t ever go very deep into Cordy and acting but I like the idea that it is genuinely something she’s always kind of wanted to pursue but it would never have been her plan to primarily pursue it before her dad went bankrupt, I think once that happened she figured she had nothing to lose and decided to go for that when her mo is usually the most practical option. And when she actually finds her place in Angel investigations it’s something practical that you could argue does occasionally involve theatrics xd so I think that’s the perfect medium for her. 3) Because Cordelia can be really caring and protective when it comes to people close to her, I think she really holds the way he treated Harmony against Spike. She also definitely holds other things against him related to Angel (I don’t think in the canon timeline she ever learned about spuffy which is unfortunate I love Tara’s reactions but Cordy’s would have been stellar too.. but like that’s not a factor here) but I like the idea that Harmony’s treatment is a sticking point for her.

2.a reason they suck: the classism ig it’s hard for me to care when it’s directed at Xander though sorry

3.a reason they are great: I think a lot of what I love about Cordelia is definitely in how Charisma played her rather than the writing for her in either show, she just channels so much… well charisma lmao no pun intended into this character and also so much complexity, you get the feel of her as such a fully fleshed out person right away even though the writers didn’t seem to see her that way. In terms of just personality traits she has that I really dig I like that she’s not afraid to be honest and herself, her confidence, the fact she’s smarter than given credit for not just book wise but she’s a really pragmatic thinker and problem solver, her ambition and her capacity to be loyal and caring and protective even if she isn’t the most compassionate person ever at first. I also just love how funny she is which also goes along the lines of Charisma is so good at being her.

4.a reason I relate to them: as a teenager when I first watched I related to her ideas about brutal honesty now that I’m older I don’t do much. I guess ambition and I can be materialistic

5. (what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character: Coffy probably edges out Cangel for me but just barely I love both of those ships so much. I don’t really have a set ot3 for her I could ot3 her with Angel and Buffy (probably the only way I’d find BA interesting tbh), also could see Cordelia Angel and Gunn or Cordelia Fred Gunn. Or Cordelia Fred Lilah there are options

6. five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened: 1. She should have lived 2. She never should have had that arc with Connor and I like Jasmine but I’d either scrap the Jasmine arc or have her exist in a way that had nothing to do with Cordelia 3. she should have been present on the show for all five seasons and Cangel should have been endgame (there aren’t a lot of Buffyverse ships I feel strongly Should be endgame because I tend to be attracted to messy ships like Spuffy Weslah etc. where I don’t necessarily think a conventional happily ever after would fit the ship and satisfy me, but Cangel is the buffyverse ship I think fully deserved that) 4. She should have gotten to talk to Buffy again at some point in the later seasons! Had some crossover scenes! The Willow one she did get also could have gotten into a lot more detail about the parallels and anti parallels in their arcs 5. She never should have been blonde. I realize that was more things that shouldn’t have happened to her in a way but I feel that’s valid.

7.five people that character never fell in love with and why:

1.Doyle — other than the lack of time I don’t think she ever liked him that much outside of him being sort of there for her at a vulnerable time in her life

2.Harmony — I think Cordelia cares for Harmony but she always very much thinks of her as not on the same level as her, not an equal with the ability to rival her the way she treats Buffy even arguably Willow or Anya but definitely Buffy. There’s not enough mutual respect in their relationship to lead to Cordelia falling in love But I think in a world where post Harmony vampirism they got a chance to work on their relationship a lot over time that could look very different.

3.Willow —- Just too much built up animosity from over the years even pre series but if they’d been in a life or death situation together like with Cordy and Xander I’m sure they would have made out and hey maybe they did make out in that closet in School hard.

4.Wesley — obviously the main thing is they met/started flirting when she was a student and the age/power difference. I also think Wesley personality wise is too… not her type I think Cordelia tends to be most attracted / emotionally drawn to people who have a genuineness about them kind of in line with her policy re: tact and honesty, and Wesley is so repressed and has such a convoluted sense of identity that just doesn’t strike me as something Cordelia is into. Even Xander was more genuinely himself around Cordelia and I think that appealed to her (unfortunately).

5.Faith —- They repel as two shadow selves to the same woman do. They also just didn’t get to interact enough because the writers are cowards like with Katbonnie and Katbekah.

Thanks for the ask 💕

#s speaks #asks #btvs #tvd #katherine pierce #cordelia chase #ats #my meta

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eldritchamy · 1 year

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Re: your tags on the Let's Go Bite Throats post - I know absolutely nothing about The Vampire Diaries (a feat that I'm not sure whether I'm proud of or not) but I know you're absolutely correct

Cause I am. It's impossible to make vampires straight in a way that's actually believable and good. You GOTTA make it gayer. Good life advice in general.

The Vampire Diaries is famously a hot mess, and is EXTREMELY straight which is a cardinal sin for vampire media, and yet I am gay enough for the concept of vampires that I could not look away until the end of season 6 when a vampire (and the main character) becomes a human and leaves the show. (Which sucks, because Nina Dobrev was one of the better parts of TVD. She plays multiple characters who sometimes impersonate each other, and you can literally tell when one version of her is impersonating another even if it hasn't been revealed on screen yet. She was almost certainly the best actor on the show, and every time she got to show that off was great.)

It definitely had some good aspects.

I would not call it, overall, good. (To be fair I also wouldn't call it bad.) I would call it engaging. Surprisingly so for how straight it is.

Is it good? Eh. Did I enjoy it? Unfortunately yes.

But SO MUCH of the drama would have just not happened if Caroline Forbes (worst side character turned best vampire character) and Elena Gilbert (main human character turned main vampire character turned human-and-no-longer-on-the-show character) had just dated each other instead of men. There would have been new, gayer drama instead, but it still would have been a net positive.

There are elements of the show, especially in terms of character archetypes, that feel very Buffyish (because what vampire media post-2003 can truly escape living in the shadow of Buffy), and surprisingly the character archetypes were actually done BETTER in TVD in my opinion. Probably because Xander was fully replaced by a less hostile Cordelia (Caroline) who ends up being the best vampire character on the show (even edging out Katherine Pierce, who I will admit is 95% of the reason I watched the show at all, for truly who amongst us can resist a devious brunette girlboss who is smarter and stronger and better than you and has fangs).

The Salvatore brothers (Stefan and Damon) are honestly a better take on the dynamic between Angel and Spike, and I would say have better emotional depth because the show affords them more time to explore that because the stakes of the show aren't "we're sitting on a hellmouth and the world is ending every season BUT ALSO there's a mini monster every week." These specific characters' lives are difficult more because this one small town in Virginia has an unusually high vampire population and a group of locals who are unusually dedicated to hating vampires and for some fuckin reason neither of them will just LEAVE, and also they happen to have connections to other people who are a lot more involved in heavier supernatural drama and they happen to bring it with them. I think like 5 of the 8 seasons are technically Katherine's fault somehow.

But basically most of the drama comes from different characters interacting, NOT from "the mayor is ascending as a true demon!" or "the spirit of evil itself wants to wipe us out!" and that gives the show a lot more breathing room to actually explore the characters and what makes them who they are, so the backstories, while as convoluted and messy as you'd expect from a 2000s vampire show, are actually pretty fleshed out and compelling.

I actually quite like (most of) the vampire lore the show uses. It's more similar to my own than most vampire media. One of the aspects I'm not fond of is the "Humanity switch," where vampires basically "turn their humanity off" to shut out human emotion, which almost always gets used after a traumatic event (which is almost always character death) that someone can't handle because vampires feel everything (including emotions) more intensely than humans. I DO like that at least one character (I forget who, might have been Katherine) said the switch isn't even real, it's just a form of denial that tricks you into thinking you don't feel anything. But the most important thing about vampires turning off their humanity is that when Elena turned hers off, she started giving off huge closeted vibes, and mostly fed off women (and got a little flirty with a few of them).

Without human fear of repercussions, she was gayer, is all I'm saying. I just think they should have explored that more.

Plus she and Caroline had the WORST taste in men. They should have just kissed each other instead.

If you choose to ride this majestic trainwreck, you should be warned that there's a single use of a transphobic slur in like the first episode, which ALMOST made me immediately stop watching, but I was desperate for something new to binge at the time and really craving vampires specifically (and TVD had Katherine Pierce which made it sound better than True Blood), and it never came close to anything like that again and despite its MANY flaws I did overall enjoy watching it until late season 6. Apparently things really go off the rails after that.

I do plan on watching both spinoffs. Also because of a single character. Who is also a cocky, morally dubious brunette with fangs. No I do not have a type and I will not be taking questions at this time.

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