#TVD x POC!reader

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday Boy (Part 2)

Summary: Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Pussy eating, Multiple orgasms, Rough sex, a little dirty talk, missionary, hand on throat but not choking, & a little bit of cum eating)

"My love," Elijah began, his voice dropping a tone lower as he looked down at you, his brown eyes glued to the sight of your already wet pussy. "You spoil me." He began taking off his suit jacket, his eyes not leaving you at all.

"No, you spoil me," you told him, spreading your legs even wider for him, inviting him to taste. "I'm just returning it to my birthday boy."

"A wonderful birthday, indeed," He started to loosen his tie, his fingers hurrying to take it off.

After waking him up with a little birthday head, you decided to start his birthday off first with fixing his favorite breakfast. You then took him to the movies to watch a new film that you noticed he was surprisingly interested in. Elijah tended to not really be interested in many shows or movies, preferring books mostly. The few times he is interested in a movie or show, then it must be really good. The day before you made sure to have his family (mainly Klaus) agree to not bother him with anything. It was hard but it was worth it to see your handsome man finally be unbothered and calm all day. After that you took him out to eat at his favorite restaurant in New Orleans and bought him his favorite dish. Elijah, the gentleman that he is, tried to pay for it, but you insisted that you would, wanting to continue spoiling him. After you left the restaurant, you and him went back to your place much to his confusion as you had begun spending more and more nights at the compound, but he agreed to it. The minute you two stepped through the door, you were on him. Running your fingers through his soft hair, you kissed him with such intensity and passion that for a second his mind went blank and the only thing he could think of was your lips. When you pulled away and began making your way to your room, he finally gathered his mind and followed after you, an erection already growing inside his dress pants. When you two finally entered your room, immediately you both began undressing.

"You can do what you want, birthday boy," you moved your hand to your pussy and spread your lower lips open for him. "Pussy's all yours."

A sudden feral look came over Elijah's face and before you knew it, he ripped his own shirt open, causing the buttons to fly everywhere, and threw it on the floor.

"Pussy's mine, is it?" He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, and got down on his knees.

Whining at the sudden pull, you grabbed the bedsheets beside your body and looked up at Elijah, readying yourself for him.

"I love you," he told you. The statement made you smile and you would have happily said it back, but before you could, Elijah had already lowered his head and spread your lips open.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he said lowly. He licked up your center, gathering all of your wetness on his tongue, moaning while doing it. When he got to your clit, he quickly began flicking his tongue against it, the little bud becoming more sensitive with each flick.

"Oh my god," You moaned. The feeling of his tongue against you was too strong and you began lifting and jerking your hips against his mouth.

"Sweetheart, behave yourself," he told you, before going back and flicking it some more.

The taste of you and your wetness on his tongue was so good to him and he wanted more of it. Still moving his tongue against your clit, he placed one hand on your leg, holding it down to the bed, and placed his other hand on your other leg, doing the same thing. When he saw that he had a good hold of you, he slowly moved his tongue down to your entrance.

"Elijah," you cried, wiggling in his grip, your grip on the bedsheets getting tighter and tighter.

Tightening his hold on you, he inserted his tongue into your entrance, flicking the tip of the muscle inside of you, more of your juices gathering on his tongue.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moaned, an intense fire was beginning to build inside of you and the intensity made you wiggle even more. "Elijah, don't stop!"

He could sense by your moans and your words that you were getting close to cumming and the thought of you cumming on his tongue made him decide to let go of one of your legs and move his hand. Keeping his flicking tongue inside of you, he brought his hand to your clit and began gently rubbing it with his thumb.

"Oh, Elijah," you cried, moving your hips against his mouth and hand. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

The combination of it was too good and the fire inside of you grew too intense too quickly. You moved your hips faster and faster against him.

Ready to taste your cum, Elijah began rubbing harder on your clit, his gentleness completely gone. "Cum," he said with his tongue still in you.

It didn't matter if you understood him or not, because before you knew it, you let out a scream as you began cumming, your hips still moving of their own volition, your orgasm too strong and almost rendering you breathless.

Grabbing your hips with both hands again, he held them down, and began fucking his tongue into you, the taste of your cum driving him wild.

"Elijah, please," You cried, finally letting go of the bedsheets and began nudging his head away from you. "Too much."

With one last plunge into you with his tongue, he let go of your legs and stood up. Looking up at him with glazed eyes you could see that his gorgeous face was covered in your juices and he still had that feral look upon his face.

"My love," he began running one of his hands over his mouth, wiping away some of your juices, the sight almost making you breathless again. "you are too good to me."

You tried to catch your breath and let your body relax a little before you both continue, but that feral look in his eyes and the sight of your pussy juice on his face caused your pussy to start throbbing again.

"You gonna fuck me or what, birthday boy," you teased him, bringing your hand down to your pussy, running your fingers through your left over wetness.

A small growl left his mouth and he quickly grabbed your hand and moved it away, while his other hand began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

"This what you want, baby girl," he asked, dropping his pants and taking out his member, lightly tapping it on your pussy lips, the action making you jump as you were still sensitive.

"Put it in me," you lifted and spread your legs wider for him. "Please."

Not wasting a second, he slowly inserted himself into you, his girth slightly stretching you out, but you didn't care, enjoying the small burn it made. With each inch that entered you, you let out a gasp at how full he made you, until he was finally balls deep inside.

"(Y/N)," he moaned, closing his eyes, not moving. The feel of your warm walls combined with your wetness almost made him cum.

You wanted to respond back to him, but the fullness of him was just too good and you were speechless.

Slowly, he began pulling out of you, almost all the way and leaving just the tip inside of you. Automatically your walls squeezed around him wanting him to stay.

"Oh," he moaned, thrusting back into you.

The thrust forced a gasp out of you and you grabbed onto the bedsheets, bracing yourself for him and the roughness you were sure was coming.

His thrusts began to gradually increase, his member hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again forcing more moans and gasps out of you.

"Right there, Elijah, right there," you yelled, feeling that same fire begin growing quickly inside of you. You tried to lift your hips to meet his thrusts, but they were going too fast.

Still thrusting, he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb again, keeping his eyes on your face to see the pleasure he was bringing you.

"Yes! I'm cumming," you yelled, closing your eyes from the intensity of your second organism. "Oh fuck, Elijah!" Your whole body was shaking and you wouldn't let go of the bedsheets.

His thrusts didn't stop, in fact they increased. Your sensitive walls squeezing him so tightly drove him into a frenzy and he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, bent his body over you and began pounding into you, hitting the special spot each time. Your moans and cries combined with your increased wetness made him more feral than before.

"Shit," you yelled, another more intense fire burning inside you quickly becoming too much. "Oh my god!"

He placed his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but just holding you there and looked you in the eyes. "Cum for me," he demanded.

Your body quickly followed his demand and soon your walls were squeezing him again as a third organism, more powerful than the others, ran through your body. You couldn't say anything as the orgasm knocked you speechless and breathless.

"Where do you want it," you heard Elijah say. Your mind was fuzzy for a long moment and it wasn't till your speech and ability to breath came back to you that you looked up to see Elijah's face scrunched up in intense pleasure and you could feel that his thrusts had lost their rhythm and was now wild.

"On my pussy," you told him out of breath, laying your head back.

Feeling his self getting close, he quickly pulled out and roughly ran his hand up and down himself for a few seconds before finally shooting his cum onto you.

"Uhh," he groaned as he continued to jerk ropes of cum out of himself and onto your skin. "(Y/N)."

"Yeah," you responded looking at him as he finally stopped jerking himself, no more cum left in him, and he looked down at you. The feral-ness was now gone from his eyes and they were now filled with love and adoration for you.

"I love you so much," he told you, breathing deeply.

With a smile, you looked back at him with the same amount of love and adoration he had and reached down to where his cum landed, and scooped some on your pointer finger.

"I love you too, baby," you replied, bringing your finger up to your mouth and licking his cum off your finger.

The feral-ness came back to his face and you smirked, knowing that this will be a long night of pleasure.

[chronic-escapixt]

KAI PARKER MASTERLIST (NSFW):

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, stalking, dacraphilia, smut, rough sex, degradation, spanking, age gap, size kink, unhealthy dom/sub relationship, punishment, bondage, knife kink, blood, choking, kidnapping, breeding, unprotected sex, overstimulation (specific warnings will be listed on each post) Minors DNI

summary - His anger only festers over the decades, all plans of revenge seemingly hopeless until she arrives. Rose Bennett made a choice to save her sister, ending up in the 1994 prison world where she’s unknowingly at the mercy of Malachai Parker. He woos her with his charm, determined to use her power for his freedom and her body for his darker desires...

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s). I suggest you read the details post because it includes the background of our main characters and important lore specific to the fic.

Table of contents:

Details

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

**status: work in progress**

Dark Kai Parker x POC reader imagines & oneshots:

I prefer to use Rosalina (nickname: Rose or Rosy) Bennett as a placeholder for Y/N. They both serve the same function as the only relevant descriptions of the characters are that she is POC and a Bennett witch.

Mine Forever - heretic!Kai x vampire!reader - Kai forces an unwilling reader to turn so he'll never have to lose her

A Deal with the Devil (Part 1) (Part 2)- witch!Kai x Bennett!reader - dubcon, cnc kidnapping

Sweet like Candy - witch!Kai x innocent!reader - foodplay

Bad at Love

[solitaryearthperson]

The Originals/TVD Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagine

Klaus Mikaelson 

Sunshine & Rainbows - Klaus and reader spend the mid-afternoon having a deep discussion about his family and their relationship.

I’m so lucky - The reader comes back to the compound to find an angry Klaus waiting for her.

Elijah Mikaelson

Night Talk - After another argument with his brother, Elijah takes a walk to cool off and meets a mysterious woman.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah, and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Broken Promise - The reader is in danger and Elijah has no other choice but to protect them through compulsion.

Freya Mikaelson

Your Name - At another of the Mikaelsons’ balls, Freya notices a mysterious woman and gets to know her.

Somewhere (Sequel to Your Name) - While having a drink, Freya meets the mystery woman again.

Hayley Marshall

Broken Heart - The reader and Hayley are in a relationship and she wants Hayley to choose between her and Elijah.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Series

More to come....

[fr-ogii]

hi can you write headcanons for yandere klaus mikaelson

yandere!klaus mikaelson

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⚠️ :: words that imply that reader is a possession of klaus (in bold), yandere traits in klaus (obviously lol)

⇢ incredibly possessive. INCREDIBLY.

⇢ i feel like i could genuinely leave it at that and you’d get the idea, but don’t worry, i don’t plan on it

⇢ he’d encourage you to get matching tattoos, give you jewelry with his initial(s) on it, tell you to wear his clothes, etc etc. he’ll do anything to let others know that you’re his.

⇢ when those acts of possession is no longer enough to satiate his desire for you, he’ll begin to pull you away from everyone around you

⇢ you won’t notice this at first and probably would have never noticed it until an old friend came up to you and confronted you about it

⇢ you’ll be furious at klaus for trying to cut you off from the people you care about. unfortunately for you, you still care about him and give him a second chance.

⇢ he won’t mess up like how he did before. he’ll jump straight to where his end goal was originally. total possession of you and every moment of your day.

⇢ you will come home from wherever you had been that day, wondering why your house was so silent. klaus was here, was he not? you expected to at least hear some footsteps or a door shutting, but no. there was complete silence.

⇢ that was, until you walked a bit further into the house and saw a shadow jump out from beside you, slamming you against the wall, knocking you out you would hear a soft whispering of the shadow, “you’re all mine now, love”

[reverie-verse]

Hiiiiii guyysss!!!!!

Here’s all of the characters I write for. However if you don’t see your favorite character you can always request one. It can be any type of fic fluff, smut, angst, lemon, a little spicy, platonic, enemies to lover, forbidden love etc. I am gonna be really honest here. Don't ask me to write nothing short, cuz I cant do it. I get waaaaayyyyy to invested for my own good. I wish I was playin with yall but IM not. 😂😭

Just a heads up I do not write anything for Anime. I don’t really watch it, so I’m sorryyyy. Yoo for smut listen y’all, there are just some things I will not write okay. No shame to anyone it’s just not my cup of tea I’ll let y’all know when that time comes. Anyways here’s the list.

Here leads back to the masterlist of the characters I have written for

-Rie

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Spiderverse

-Miguel

ACOTAR SERIES

-Azriel

-Cassian

-Rhys

-Lucien

MCU

-Peter Parker (Any)

-Loki

-Thor

Star Wars

- Anakin

-Obi Wan (Only if you can persuade me enough to do it haha)

Teenwolf

-Stiles

- Scott

- Isaac

-Derek

Bridgerton

-Antony

-Benedict

- Collin

-Theo

-Simon

Maze Runner

- Thomas

-Newt

- Minho

Uncharted

- Nathan Drake

Supernatural

-Sam

-Dean

- Castiel

-Adam

Vampire Diaries / Originals

- Damon

-Stefan

- Jeremy

- Elijah

-Klaus

Twilight

- Jasper

-Edward

-Emmett

-Jacob

Witcher

- Geralt

-Jaskier

Divergent

-Four

-Caleb

Hunger Games

-Finnick

-Peeta

Criminal Minds

- Spencer Reid

[blac-ivy]

Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like

" the other Swan"

" the forgotten Gilbert"

" the secret Mikaelson"

take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.

No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.

And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?

And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?

[missmonsters2]

However your page is 18 + so let's be real nobody under 18 should be reading your works and the whole point of a reader insert is to INSERT yourself in readers.

It's just rlly not sitting right for me.💀 I would say try to avoid a Wednesday x reader especially if you are over 18 and with no sort of clarification.😭

Love your work though<3

I understand your concerns are valid and also appreciate that you're trying to check. But I also feel like you're trying to insinuate a very predatory image of me when I've been clear on my blog about my stance.

Please actually read my navigation post. Nowhere on my blog states that it's an 18+ blog only. I have 18+ work but as stated in my navigation post and multiple posts in my past that minors are to not DNI with those. But I don't only post 18+ work which is why I welcome minors to my blog and read those as long as they respect my boundaries (which they have been very good at doing).

You've opened this pandora box about reader inserts. Yes, the point of Y/N fics are that people can try to imagine themselves, but not everyone does that. Also reader fics cannot cater to every single reader. That why I believe or see reader as an OC as if it were a traditional book published.

I want to know(but not really because I don't want to keep debating this with you) if you bring this energy to the entire marvel fandom as well. I can't assume how old you are but I hope you also then have concerns about:

marvel high school AUs

sugaring AUs that typically bring problematic age gaps

Aged up marvel character fics, specifically peter parker

minor fics that feature sexual situations with peter parker or MJ

Natasha is 32 in Black Widow, are you concerned about 18 yo reading reader inserts about Natasha. Are you even old enough to be with Natasha in fics if you self-insert.

Same with Wanda. MCU has aged her up and she's about 30. But there are also sites that state she's supposed to be around 17-19 in AoU.

fics where reader is a child or a relative of your marvel character but in a diff fic, you're dating her?

Do you just not read fics then if you just don't 100% see yourself as the reader? If you see POC!reader or you're pretty sure reader is white or different sexuality!reader do you just say fuck it, I can't support that it isn't me.

Were you out there when people were writing 1D fics or TVD.

Are you out there saying stuff to people who write for stranger things like Steve, Robin, or Nancy?

Prior to marvel, I've never written any reader insert fics as I typically came from fandoms where they were character x character ships. You can see my transition from earlier fics where initially did it as character x ofc/reader. Personally, I would prefer to continue to write distinct OCs for these characters if I don't lean towards any character ships. But I'm trying to reach a wider demographic by doing x reader fics.

Obviously, there is wenclair and I love to see it and maybe as they explore their relationship in season 2, it'll become canon.

I don't have a romantic interest in wednesday by writing these fics as I'll be tagging it as wednesday x OC/Reader for people who lean whatever way. But I'm still going to write it because I like wednesday as a character and the OC/reader I'll write her with is another 16 year old obviously because why would there be an adult as a student in nevermore. The fic will literally be harmless fluff between two 16 year olds.

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Mikaelsons Black History Month

First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left

Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?

Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.

Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!

Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM

Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.

They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.

SHEEEEEEEEESH

Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.

“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?

“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.

At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?

Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”

Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”

They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.

“Alexa, you know what to do.”

And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA

LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip

“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”

Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling

You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again

With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces

TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.

First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo

We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some

Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.

But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.

After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.

With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.

Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.

Anyways

Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.

Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration

They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!

You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.

You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)

LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™

Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”

Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill

LMFAOOO enjoy

[kikilefangirl]

Masterlist

Started: 01/2/2021

Last Updated: 08/13/2021

Note: I am black, and all my fics are inclusive of that. Please REBLOG and enjoy!

UPDATE: If you’re gonna go down my master list, spam like my fics, or just like the masterlist itself at least reblog a couple of my fics on your way out. This was supposed to be a tool to make seeing my fics easier, and burying them in likes and no reblogs is a jerk move. Don’t be a jerk. Thank you!

Marvel

Avengers

Sam Wilson

Easy

Here To Stay

Rock Steady

Steve Rogers

Study Time Delights

Owed (Part 1, Part 2)

Safety Net

Bucky Barnes 

Worthy Of Admiration

New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Long Time Coming

Erik Killmonger

Wildest Dreams

Loki Laufeyson

Legacy

Shang-Chi

Without Question

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr 

Like No Other

Phantom Love

Logan Howlett

Finest

TVD/TO

TO

Klaus Mikaelson 

The Witch Who Won’t (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

DC

Barry Allen

New Light

On My Block

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Old Ties

[littlweirdostuffwritesworld]

Our days

Adaeze (Adeze) was the daughter of two African magician that thanks to their kindness and magic they became marquises in France. Thanks to them the land where they were ruling was one of the most flourished in the all kingdom.

It was 1500 and 4 people arrived in their building. The Mikaelsons were one of the most known novices in all kingdoms.

The eldest of the brothers is attracted to the daughter of the marquises, he had never seen a woman like her. The woman was also interested in the mysterious man, from that moment on they gave each other looks full of love and hidden.

Elijah had never experienced feelings like then, for the first time, in addition to giving all his heart to the person he loved, he was paid back with more love.

Unfortunately, their love did not last long, because his brother full of paranoia, revealed the true identity of the marquises and because of this they escaped, but the brother was still not satisfied, and so he killed Elijah's first true love.

“My love you don’t have to worry, I swear, under this moon and under this rain of stars, I will come back to love you more”

[writeturnlove]

Valentines Day Present

I want to either post a one shot or an update of one of my fanfics on Valentines Day. I also have a few stories that you haven’t seen.

Please let me know if there is a particular story that you want updated or a character you want to see in a new fic.

Love you all,

Valencia

[prettykittycastle]

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson

none yet

Elijah Mikaelson

Birthday - The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

Birthday Boy (Part 2) - Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

More to Come...

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday

Summary: The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Blowjob, handjob, facefucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, cum swallowing)

It was quite rare for Elijah to get a full night's rest. The constant threats to his family's well-being and the constant eye on Klaus' whereabouts and the things he was doing tended to prevent Elijah from getting his proper rest and relaxation, but today and tonight was different. All day long, his siblings weren't as chaotic as usual, even Klaus didn't bother him much. He found it strange at the time, but decided to enjoy it while it last. And now, he laid in his bed, enjoying a dreamless sleep that was rare for him to come by.

My god, he thought, his eyes still closed. Suddenly during his dreamless sleep, a strange, but amazing sensation was beginning in his stomach and was slowly moving downward. It felt like light kisses was being laid upon his stomach. He wanted to open his eyes to see what it was, but found that he was too tired to even attempt.

"Mmm," he whimpered, furrowing his brows. When the kisses started going near his waist, the sensation slightly changed from light kisses to something wet running across his skin. "Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his crotch up tiredly at whoever was doing this.

He felt a hand gently press his hips down, before feeling another begin working his sleeping pants down off his hips. He could feel the chill of the air hit his semi-hard member, and the chill made it twitch.

"So big," he heard a voice whisper.

"Oh," he moaned lowly, feeling a soft hand take hold of him. Before he could try to figure out who the voice belonged to, he felt a sudden warm wetness run across the underside of himself, making him harder.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"You like that, Elijah," the voice asked. "You like me tasting your dick?"

"Y-Yes," he moaned, struggling to think clearly.

"Good," the voice replied.

The wetness continued to run along his length, all the way to the tip, and when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a another hand softly grasp one of his balls and gently rolled it in their palm.

The sensation was too great and finally with a loud moan, he forced his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw that his shirt was pushed up to his chest and like he thought, his sleeping pants was low on his hips, almost to his knees.

"Oh dear," he exhaled as he laid his eyes upon you, his precious love, licking the tip of his member and rubbing his balls in your hand. "(Y/N), what-?"

Before he could continue his question, you slipped more of his member into your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue made you moan around him.

"Oh, please," Elijah whimpered, thrusting himself more into your mouth and sliding into your throat.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again, making him throw his head back against his pillow.

"(Y/N)," he repeated your name, his voice weak and broken.

"What you want, baby," you asked, slowly sliding your mouth off of him and wrapping your other hand around the lower part of his member, your grip firm, but not too firm, just how he liked it. "Tell me what you want."

You put your mouth back on him and began to slowly slid him back into your mouth, his tip going down your throat. When you couldn't fit anymore of him in your mouth, you began stroking the rest of him, and continued to fondle his balls.

"Oh, please," He whimpered again, lifting his head and looking back down to you, his eyes half open and half closed and his handsome face scrunched up in pleasure. "(Y/N), my love-" he cut himself as he let out another moan.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again before slowly pulling off of him, your mouth now wet with your saliva. "What you want, baby? I wanna know." You let go of his balls and used that hand to stroke the upper half of him, while the other one continued to stroke the lower half, your left over saliva helping you stroke him better. "You want me to keep jerking you off like this?"

"Uuh," He groaned.

His eyes began to droop more and more closed out of pleasure, but he tried to fight off the urge and keep his gaze on you. The sight of the noble, always put-together Mikaelson falling apart like this because of you made you wetter than you ever felt and you knew nothing could compare to this feeling.

As you continued to stroke him, you noticed his hips beginning to lift up every time your hands stroked up to his tip. The sight of his muscular hips thrusting up like that brought an idea to your mind and you decided to slow down your strokes, making sure he could be coherent enough to hear you.

"Elijah, honey," you said.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. The pleasure was too much for him. Instead he nodded his head at you to let you know he was listening.

"Tell me,...you wanna fuck my mouth?"

Just the question alone made the original let another moan and he quickly nodded his head at you.

He raised his hands and gently unwrapped yours from around him, and you placed them next to his thighs. Taking his member in his hand, he gave his self a few strokes, keeping his gaze on you and you could tell by the renewed look in his eyes that he would not be gentle with you.

"Come here," he said, holding his self out to you, his tip pointing straight at your mouth. Instantly you leaned forward and took him in your mouth.

"More," you heard him say, before you felt his other hand at the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down on him, his tip already hitting your throat.

"Oh yes," he exhaled, lifting his hips and thrusting more of himself into your mouth, making you gag. "Take it all," he said, pulling out for a second then thrusting back in deeply, the action making you gag again and your eyes began to slightly water.

"You're such a slut," he told you, pulling back out. "Waking me up to fuck your mouth. How pathetic." He thrusted back in roughly, making you gag a little harder than before.

"Oh was that too much, dear," he asked, chuckling, tiredly. "Too bad."

He moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek and moved his other hand to the other one, holding both sides of your face, while he was still deep down your throat.

"You ready, love," he asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him, making him moan.

"Good," he said, then pulled halfway out. You took a deep breath, already knowing what he was about to do and getting wetter at the thought of it.

He thrusted back into your mouth, going into your throat, then pulled back out and repeated.

He began to roughly fuck your mouth, each thrust making you gag and moan around his member, making him let out moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his grip on you getting tighter with each thrust. "You fucking whore. Just take it!" The speed of his thrusts suddenly increased and you could feel your saliva dripping from around the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets beneath you two.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face like this?" You could see his legs beginning to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts were becoming out of control.

"You want me to come in your mouth, slut," he asked, his voice becoming more desperate and broken with each thrust.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him again, your mouth vibrating around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as his hips suddenly had a mind of their own and began thrusting more wildly, his hands falling from your face and landing on the bed, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Shit," he grunted, he finally stopped thrusting. His head fell back on his pillow as his cum began shooting down your throat.

Even though his hands were no longer on your face, holding you, you still held him in your mouth and tried to swallow as cum as you could.

"Oh," he moaned loudly, his body now melting into the mattress as his orgasm ran through him.

Slowly sliding your mouth off of him, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend being completely relaxed, his body no longer showing any stress or frustration like usual.

"What-" he paused, trying to speak through his post-orgasm hazed mind. "What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked at you with such love and adoration that you couldn't help the fire that began to spread in your core. Ignore it, you urged yourself. Not yet.

"What did I do," he stopped again, out of breath then continued, "to deserve such a wake up call like this?"

"What did you do," you crawled up his body, laying soft kisses on his stomach on the way up and grinned as his body twitched with each kiss. "You were born."

"What," he asked, confused.

Giggling, you kissed him on the mouth, then kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 4

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) non-con, murder, abuse, trauma, dubcon, CNC, smut, daddy kink, dom!kai, p in v, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, fingering, biting, choking, innocence kink, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, safe word, aftercare, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.7k

K.P. Masterlist

Their hips rolled together, breathy moans and vocal praises tickling her ear as her nails scraped down his back. Kai would work her over for hours with unyielding stamina until the ecstasy of their cumulative passions mellowed her into post-sex bliss and utter exhaustion. She’d snore softly after drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat while he’d stay up and watch her breathing slow and her body snuggle into his chest for warmth. Completely vulnerable, too easy to wrap his arm around her little neck and squeeze the life out of her but Kai resisted those intrusive thoughts because for his plans, he needed her alive.

He had her trust by playing the “nice guy”. Sure, it was boringly cliché and there was only so much that vanilla sex would do to satisfy his darker urges but he’d be whatever she wanted if it got him out of this hell hole by the next eclipse.

Rose lost track of where she ended and Kai began, his possessive hands always on her body. Following her around like a lost puppy before pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder, his unspoken way of telling her to hurry up so they could get back to spooning. If they were in the car, he drove with his left hand while his right slipped under the hem of her skirt, fingertips tapping rhythmically on her inner thigh until it drove her crazy. And he loved to grab her ass, enjoying the adorable squeals that escaped her when she was caught off guard.

All alone in the bathroom, she reclined back in the tub, steamy suds relaxing every aching muscle he gave her. She felt naked without him on her body, yet cherished the short periods of privacy she could carve out for herself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Yes, Kai…” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t get too annoyed. He usually came knocking after 20 minutes but this time, at least half an hour passed before his impatience got the best of him.

“Rosyyy… are you almost done? You’ve been in there foreverrr…” he whined through the door.

“I’ll be out soon,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the water.

He groaned dramatically, hesitating before retreating to her room to wait. Plopping down on the bed, he immediately took notice of a dark leatherbound book peeking out from under her pillow. Did she have a secret grimoire, perhaps she was planning to cross him after all and wasn’t as clueless as she seemed? He flipped through the pages, but there weren’t any Latin incantations, just dates and little entries.

He read the first line that caught his eye:

The first time he fucked me, I knew he was holding back, so afraid he’d break me but I was too afraid to let him know I loved the pain.

“No fucking way...” This was too good to be true, just to be sure, he flipped to the end where he found her frilly signature. With confirmation, he eagerly read another passage.

I want him to ruin me. Split me on his cock until I cry and push him away then choke me and fuck into me harder, push my face down and suffocate my sobs in my pillow. I wanna be reminded exactly who I belong to.

Her confessions became more depraved with visceral descriptions of her depraved needs, filthy fantasies contrasting with the adorable way she curled her letters and dotted her I’s with little hearts. He was so focused that he didn’t notice her come in.

“Hey, give me that!” He got up and blocked her attempts to reach her journal with one hand while he read on. “Kai, stop it. You’re invading my privacy!” She bleated. his eyes flashed to her with a stifled laugh.

“Relax, Rosy… you’re the one who left your diary open on the bed. I just came in here to wait for you and I almost sat on it. When I looked down, let’s just say some of the things you wrote were… enlightening.”

Shame broiled her face and tightened her throat but maybe she could lie her way out of this, “I-It’s not mine… I found it…” She squeaked. His brow raised, clearly not buying it. An exasperated sigh left her. "Just give it back, Kai… I need to get dressed because I have laundry to do and I have to start the marinade for the-"

He snapped the book shut, reached out and squished her hot cheeks in his hold, wrenching her face upwards to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me.” Instantly she obeyed, the sudden base in his voice sending a pulse directly to her needy cunt. “Guess what? I know all your little secrets, and you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything. Every kink, every need, I wanna hear it all from your pretty lips.”

In one motion, he released her, ripping the towel from her dripping body, her back hitting the mattress with little effort. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers meeting her clit, drawing little moans as he rubbed out slow figure 8s.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t deny it.” Two fingers slipped inside her while his eyes returned to the page, flipping through until he found what he was looking for. “... It says here, you want me to ruin you. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t k-”

Kai grunted and bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to shock her and elicite a ragged whimper from the back of her throat. He released it and growled, “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll flip you over and make your pretty ass all red..” He loved the way that made her quiver, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” His warm minty breath fanned across her cheek.

She bit her lip and looked away, so he pinched her clit until she cried out her response, “YES, I’D LIKE THAT!”

“Mm, that’s my kinky girl. Now answer the first question."

“… I-I want you to be rough w-with me,” she stuttered in a small voice.

“Tell me how..”

Rose swallowed down her last bit of pride. “I- I want.. want you to use me… push me on my knees and f-fuck my throat… bend me over and rail me so hard I can’t think straight… want you to pull my hair and bite my shoulder when you.. c-cum inside me...” She continued until he gave a satisfied hum.

“Good girl, see how easy that was?” He cooed, moving to release her hair from its loose bun, allowing the brown tendrils to messily fall around her face. The sudden tenderness made her dizzy.

He pumped in and out while rolling her clit between his fingers, drawing out one confession after another until her lips parted, eyes blown wide as he dangled her between pleasure and desperation, so tempted to grind her hips and take it, ride his hand to her heart’s content, yet too afraid of the punishment he’d inflict on her if she dared. Arousal soaked the sheets beneath her thighs, he had her right where he wanted her.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there?” His lips formed a cocky smirk.

“huh…?” She uttered, too overwhelmed to understand.

“C'mon, you know what you want... to be overpowered, held down and punished when you try to struggle… I’d make you take it all at once and you couldn’t do anything to stop me,” he summarized smugly, licking his lips.

“Oh god, you read that part too..” The embarrassment made her want to recoil and disappear in the mattress, her hands raised to cover her face.

He yanked her wrists down. “No, none of that, no hiding. I honestly find it impressive you managed to convince me you’re an vanilla angel when you’re really just a perverted slut.”

Her jaw unhinged, his degradating words biting into her. “Kai-”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name. What’s my name, Rosy?” Her melted brain buffered as he took to scissoring her walls apart, preparing her. “What’s my name, hmm?.. the name you wrote on every page…”

Just at it dawned on her, he sped up. “daADDY!” She yelped as her belly tightened violently.

He removed his digits when she clenched down, chuckling at her little whines and whimpers, cruelly denying her another orgasm.

“Damn right I’m your daddy… but if you insist on being treated like a brainless fucktoy, we should have a.. what do you call it?”

“… a s-safe word?” she uttered.

“Exactly that! How about… ‘eclipse’ ? If you want to stop for whatever reason, just say it and that's your way out, understood?”

She nodded her head slowly but he frowned, not satisfied with her lack of response.

He lifted her chin. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes daddy,” she mewled sweetly, making his hard cock swell in his shorts.

“Now that we have that sorted out,” he stuffed his slick covered fingers down her throat, stroking her tongue as she keened at the flavor, “I should let you know I’ve been keeping my own secrets, but you wouldn’t have any idea because I’m not a silly girl who writes them down for anyone to read. I know that you hide this part of yourself because you're afraid people will judge you, but I don’t. I want to know everything so I can do all those things to you and more that you couldn’t even think up in your dirty little diary...”

He had her flipped on her stomach and raised her hips, her only warning the rattle of his belt before he slammed into her sensitive core, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It hurt so good the pain tore a ragged cry from her throat as her tiny cunt struggled to take all of him but he didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore because he knew she loved it, evident by the way she leaked down his balls while holding onto the quilted comforter for dear life.

He yanked her up by the base of her hair. “Isn’t this what you wanted, babe?” He husked. Her response, an indiscernible whine. His tongue darted out to taste the tears that already streaked her pretty face. “Aw baby, did I ruin you already? What a shame, I’m just getting started.”

Holding her by the back of the neck granted him more leverage to pull her into each thrust reaching deeper, pounding her gummy cervix. "Fuckkk.." he groaned.

“Daddy, please,” she sobbed out, walls writhing around him, the intensity rendering her with barely enough strength to reach back and splay her fingers across his lower abdomen, arms turned to jelly just before she could try to push at him.

"Stop that. You practically begged for this," he growled, snatching her wrists in one bruising grip while landing two harsh slaps to her right cheek in a show of dominance. She screamed.

Her juices squelched between their bodies but she was too far gone to feel ashamed. “I know you're close... just let go, cum on my cock, baby... just like that," he whispered, breath hitching as she came on command, her little back arching into him by pure instinct as her brain had long gone gooey. He got off on the control just as much as the feeling of her spasming walls. Strong arms linked around her convulsing body as he fucked her through her release while warding off his own, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer.

He let her top half melt into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow while his powerful hands captured her pelvis, continuing the assault on her battered cunt. She pulled at the bedsheets with white knuckles.

“One more… I know you’ve got it in you.. just one more princess, c'mon, wanna’ feel you cum hard this time.” He groaned through clenched teeth, snapping his hips at just the right angle that had her keen with each thrust. Her cunt hugged him like a slippery glove made just for him. Sweat dripped down his brow and gravely moans escaped his lips as she tightened and creamed around him with a muffled cry.

Her glossy eyes fixated on the ceiling as she regulated her breathing, not blinking yet not at all focused. Kai carefully wiped her down with a damp rag. Her silence made him worry that he’d taken it too far. Hurt her. Scared her, so much she’d never let him touch her again- or at worst, refuse to help him leave. He was desperate to know what she was thinking or at the very least hear her voice to ease his mind.

“Hey Rosy..” he reached down and caressed her soft cheek, “Rosalina?” he whispered softly.

She nestled her face into his palm, the corners of her lips raising weakly as she breathed out.

“Thank you, daddy.”

[chronic-escapixt]

Mine Forever

Heretic!Kai Parker x Vampire!reader

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, Yandere!Kai, non-con (alluded to), murder, abuse, degradation, blood, choking. Minors DNI

word count: <400

I prefer to use Rosalina (nickname: Rose) Bennett as a placeholder for Y/N.

summary- Kai forces an unwilling reader to turn so he'll never have to lose her

“Aw, Rosy is that all you’ve got?… pathetic…” Kai taunts maliciously digging the heel of his combat boot into the middle of her back. She let out a weak groan, clawing at the floor. 

The last thing she remembered was the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. His blood. The wicked heretic force fed it to her then cornered her until she was cowering against the wall, hands raised in surrender crying and begging him not to go through with his plan. He wanted her to be his forever, his perfectly preserved Rose. His mind was made up and once Malachai Parker made up his mind about something, there was no changing it.

“Kai don’t-”

Snap. His eyes followed her limp body as it dropped to the floor.

He didn’t leave her side while he waited, rubbing the top of her soft hand in small circles to ease the anxiety that creeped in with each hour that passed. Even if he failed, he would go through his archives of grimoires and use every ounce of magic he can find to resurrect her. He is not letting her go without a fight.

She twitched before her eyes opened, locking onto him immediately before she flew upwards in a frenzy latching onto his face and neck, clawing and scratching at him viciously.

She felt different. Everything was heightened, including her anger.

“What have you done! You’ve ruined me. I’ll kill you for this!” she screeched in blind fury, snatching the floral lamp off the nightstand and breaking it over his head. He hardly reacted, grabbing her shoulders and throwing her to the hard floor. He pinned her down while she flailed weakly.

“Oh come on, Rosy get up.. oh wait, my foot is on your back,” he sneers applying more pressure until her bones crack and she cries out. “Tsk. tsk... still so fragile. You’ll be much stronger once you’ve got some human blood in your system and finalize the transition.” He kneels down and holds her by the throat, tenderly running his knuckles along her spine. 

“I. hate. you.” she breathed out weakly.

“Shh-sh-shhh, it’s better this way. Now I don’t have to lose you or watch you grow old and wither away… I can have you like this forever, my pretty little Rose… and as a vampire, your enhanced durability will make our games a lot more fun dontcha’ think?”

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

K.P. Masterlist

Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”