#a softer mystic falls

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Rise Characterizations

Last month I did an in-depth re-watch of rottmnt s1 to take some notes on writing the characters of rise from their perspective and such. Figured I'd share what I found, but I'm also posting this bc my docs have a nasty habit of blipping out of existence.

We'll start with Raph bc he's the oldest of course, but I'll post the others sep. bc this is gonna get long!!

Raph Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrases: "like a boss", "smash"

Verbalizes his attacks such as "smash", "knuckle sandwich", "power smash jitsu", "tonfa power jitsu", "mystic punch jitsu"

Uses older song titles for surprised exclamations or in place of cursing, most notably "jumping jack flash!"

Uses aave/bae, For example: 'em instead of them, 'ey instead of they, 'cause instead of because, forgoes the g in ing words (going becomes goin')

Uses less and less grammar the more he's stressed, and his voice will come to a higher pitch

Will speak in a softer tone to his little brothers if he's concerned about hurting their feelings. Aka babying them

Mixes up both metaphors and idioms. Would be one to say how the turn tables unironically

Does say "hero" a lot, lost count, especially in phrases like "hero town"

Refers to his brothers as "boys" or "fellas"

Refers to Splinter as "pop(s)" most often

Refers to strangers he's directly talking to as "bubs" or "hoss"

Personality:

Protective of his family

Plays up the hero act/has a strong sense of duty and justice

Impatient, rushes in without a plan (pre-movie), doesn't finish books until the end, falls asleep during "boring movies"

Oblivious, doesn't read into things beyond surface level. Struggles with empathy when something is beyond his understanding, but is still very emotional

Center of responsibility for his brothers, but also has a reckless sense of fun. As long as it's him doing the stupid unsafe thing it's fine

Carries the weight, in a literal sense he piggy backs his brothers, but will also use his body as a shield from danger. Unfortunately this also means he takes his brothers a little less seriously (Mikey the most common victim), and will try and either protect them from everything or as an oldest sibling everything has go "his way"

Doesn't do well in solitude. Needs to be looking after people to feel functional, and needs to be around people to feel safe

Clumsy, "takes horrible pictures", isn't very good at hiding, he's a big guy so it probably took a lot of time to find balance

A sweet guy who still won't shy from making fun of his family. Leo tends to be the brunt of his teasing since he is the most annoying, but he will also poke Donnie on his dramatics

Likes cute things!!! Has a teddy bear collection and loves animals. It's so cool how this isn't played off as a joke and he's still just as masculine for liking pink and cutesy stuff

Likes fighting!!! Gets a lot of energy out defeating bad guys (where he directs his anger towards), the one who is shown to train the most, and also weight lifts in his spare time

Doesn't do well under pressure, here the anger comes out the most. He gets stressed when it's all on him, especially since he tends to mess up the most in these moments

Miscellaneous:

Second to unlock mystic powers

Nicknames/codenames: "raph-a-doodle" by leo, "red rover" by april, "red king" by donnie

Teddy bear names: Doctor Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles, Cheech

Stinks: fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking up on people stink, victory stink

Seems to be less afraid of rabbits and more afraid of puppets

Went on his first solo mission at 13

Cannot lift a bus, at age 15

Thought about discussing fighting style, but I'm not as familiar with that concept and I've seen a couple posts dissecting such topic. So we'll end here for now. Hope this was helpful!!! I'll post the rest of the boys later and link here

Leo is up!!

Donnie is up!!

Mikey is up!!

Splinter is up!!

April is up!!

Cassandra is up!!

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hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke. 

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him. 

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face. 

And he flinched. 

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move. 

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business. 

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love. 

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become. 

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion. 

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately. 

Then he heard your words. 

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry. 

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again. 

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely. 

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the ninja and their various traumas: a headcanon(?)

jk some of these are def canon

kai!

shouldered far too many responsibilities after the disappearance of his parents

from this stemmed a Phat Ego & deeply ingrained need to prove himself…

…and fiercely protect everything & everyone he cares about because he trusts precious few people and as a child he felt like everything could fall apart at any second

is constantly fighting against impulses that would drag him into darkness if he followed them

nya!

permanently rooted fear that she’s an inconvenience AKA fear of abandonment

mad social anxiety bc homegirl was not in school like she should’ve been

anger issues bc childhood was so unstable & she finds anger easier to comprehend than fear

fear of failure bc what if she looks stupid and what if she’s in her brother’s shadow forever and what if she’s not good enough (see: fear of abandonment)

died one time and no one remembers but her and jay

jay!

anxiety in every shape and size and color

insecurity that he’s “too much” from years of being called loud & annoying by peers

history of investing too much of himself into things and people/hyperfixating bc he only knows how to love & feel with every cell in his body and he’s constantly terrified of overwhelming people

and this doesn’t come in til later but the revelation he was ADOPTED?? he & nya are “fear of abandonment” twins now

watched nya die one time and no one remembers except her

cole!

loss of his mother AKA the softer presence in his life; unrealistic expectations from his dad and constantly facing lou’s disappointment

shitty coping mechanisms. would rather physically over-exert himself than process his feelings. also a stress eater

under a lot of pressure and often behaves too mature for his age bc he’s afraid everything will collapse if he doesn’t hold it together

is competing w kai for mom of the group bc he feels immeasurable responsibility for everyone he cares about

zane!

literally is a robot

and found out he is a robot after years of having LOST HIS MEMORY

always a little nervous he is going to annoy someone/offend someone/further alienate himself (fear! of! abandonment!)

on that note: afraid he will never understand the human experience and will always be lacking in some important quality or ability to connect with others

exploded and was rebuilt and had to regain his memories

lloyd!

actually invented the fear of abandonment.

severe mommy & daddy issues. like “severe” doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it

quite literally grew up too fast

keeps finding out his lineage contains more weird mystical components and is fighting off identity crises with a broken broom

was possessed

and that’s just the tip of the iceberg, feel free to add to it. there’s also PTSD across the board & various deaths/near-deaths & FSM knows what else.

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First || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: you meet Damon on the road when he arrived. (Basically you replace Elena on meeting Damon first) (also your a doppelgänger of one of Katherine’s close friends, we’ll name her Helen :))

Warnings: swearing. Talk of blood, talk of cheating.

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You walked down the road, your phone in your hands as you furiously texted your boyfriend. You had just broken up because you found out he cheated on you. He kept texting you begging for you to come back, begging to explain, and repeating the same line, it was a mistake! Your the best thing that has happened to me. You replied with a paragraph explaining that you couldn’t accept this and would be blocking him, reminding that it was his fault ofcourse.

You looked up from your phone to see a man standing in front of you. “Oh fuck!” You jumped back, startled at the close proximity of the stranger. He chuckled his voice deep with a slight rasp. You glanced at the man standing in front of you, noting every feature of his face to remember. His dark shaggy hair, his strong jawline, his beautiful blue eyes. You also noticed how bright they were compared to your dull e/c ones. From your ‘in-depth’ description you would think you had stared for a while, but you had only glanced for a second, he was just so eye catching. Though non of that made the thought of how creepy it was that he had snuck up on you go away.

“Helen?” He stared at you with a face full of confusion which depend as your twisted into the same emotion.

“Um, no, sorry I’m not Helen” you spoke with a slight stutter between your words, the conversation already confusing the fuck out of you. “His face scrunched up in an emotion you couldn’t read, but resembled disappointment.

“Oh… I’m sorry it’s just… you look so much..no, exactly like..” he trailed off leaving you wishing he had continued, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“Like who?” You murmured thinking he hadn’t heard you. But he had.

“Never mind don’t worry about it.” He smiled slightly, his face relaxing. But yours stayed stiff, along with the rest of your body from the ongoing interaction. “I’m Damon” his smirk relaxed you slightly and you let a shy smile break over your face.

“Y/n” you replied. Your voice sending shudders down his spine, you looked exactly like Helen but your voice was softer, angelic. Who knew there was two doppelgängers in town? His smirk deepened when he saw your smile and how shy you was feeling. He could already taste your blood, sweet and fresh. But he couldn’t actually taste it, not yet anyways.

“Your alone?” This caught your attention, picking up the red flag immediately and decided to let that known.

“Not to be rude Damon, but it’s kind of creepy your out all alone. Laying on the roads.” You had noticed him, just ignored it. You know it sound bad but, better safe than sorry when it comes to creepy people like that. Besides the road was basically a ghost town.

You caught him off guard, he’d admit that, he didn’t think you had noticed. “Your one to talk. A lady all out on her own, during the night?” His voice was smooth like he was trying to put you in a trance.

“It’s mystic falls, nothing bad happens here.” You giggled waving your phone slightly. Damon smiled at this, he didn’t know why but the thought of you being safe calmed him. Deep down he knew why ofcourse but he had came back for a reason. And his light linking for you was not going to get in the way of that.

“Well, what are you doing out here all alone?” He took a step closer to you. His eyebrows raising.

“Waiting for my parents..” you trailed off, deciding against revealing why. But Damon wouldn’t let it go.

“Why?” You looked at him pointedly. Tilting your head and scoffing softly.

“None of your business” you looked him in the eye with a small smile.

He wanted to know, in fact he needed to. He wasn’t going to be proud of this like he normally was but it was necessary. He looked you in the eye and you felt yourself being sucked in, it was strange feeling.

“Why are you waiting for your parents?” He questioned his eyebrows raising again. And you felt the words fall out of your mouth.

“I broke up with my boyfriend. Caught him cheating.” Your monotonous tone was unpleasing to his ears, wishing to hear the live come back to it.

“Oh now that’s not what you wanted” his frown comforted you.

“Well ofcourse not. Not like you would know what I desire anyways.” You sarcastically snap, but Damon just smiled.

“Oh but I do.” His smirk had your stomach doing somersaults.

“And what is it I want?” Cocking an eyebrow you cross your arms, a smirk forming on your lips.

“You want passion.. a love to consume you…adventure.” He paused, taking a step closer every time he spoke. “ maybe even a little danger” he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. You looked up into his icy eyes and just stared, lips parted.

“I want you to get everything you want…” he breathed out, grabbing your face tenderly. But you didn’t pull away, in a way you felt comfortable. “And as much as I hate to do this, you can’t remember me. Cant have people knowing I’m in town just yet” his smile reassured you. But you had to ask.

“Do I have to forget you?” Touching his wrist. “I can keep a secret” your smile melted his heart.

“We’ll meet again, don’t you worry darling” then you felt it again. Your brain went to mush and you felt like you were in a trance.

“You never met me, you waited for your parents alone, we never had this conversation.” And your mind went blank. Your eyes closed and opened again to see your parents car in front of you.

But deep down you knew something was missing from that night, you just couldn’t reach it.

[novacqnes]

prisoner, prisoner // vi

summary: most within the confines stillwater viewed vi as a seemingly mystical figure— by all except you. thus, when assigned to be her new cell mate you’ll stop at nothing to uncover the truth.

warning: prison? angsty, touch-starved, mentions of blood, wounds, a whole lot of teasing, smut; fingering (vi receiving), bottom vi

pairing: vi x fem reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: vi’s literally one of my favorite characters and i only have one piece of writing up for her— it’s criminal (no pun intended) also this may or may not be me furthering my bottom vi agenda idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

the air inside of stillwater always had a way of trapping you. heavy and stifling it clung to your skin, mercilessly coating it with dew. although at times it felt more treacherous, seeping its way into your lungs, offering you just the slightest glimpse of your grim future. in many ways it stood in for the steel bars of your confinement, making your situation even direr.

the hallways reeked of something metallic— it could’ve been blood, rust from the decrepit bars, or the scent of pure fear. as you passed by each cell the stench seemed to vary, with some spaces emitting more fear than others. despite this, you weren’t afraid— at least not in the way you should’ve been. you knew your fate, and it involved the red-headed pariah at the far end of the hall.

truly, nobody knew anything about anyone— but there was much mystique surrounding inmate 516. you only knew her name and even that could’ve been up for debate. there wasn’t much emphasis on them, in fact, most of the time you forgot your own. yet within those, it didn’t matter and for as long as you existed inside them you were inmate 601.

slowly, her cell came into view. it looked bleaker than you’d ever imagined. a small, dreary voice echoed rang throughout your mind— and it urged you to turn back. the voice was relentless, it pleaded and cried. desperately attempting to persuade you to fall to your knees before the guards and beg for forgiveness. it only grew louder and for a moment you nearly gave in.

“keep moving 601,” the guard to your left spoke with a low, gruff voice. the other sent a sharp push to your shoulder sending you straight toward the front of the cell. you could feel the menacing smirks grazing their lips, wanting nothing more than to taunt you. after all, it was your fault for ending up there in the first place. this new living situation served as a reminder of it and the purplish bruise under your eye served as a reminder of it.

“on your feet, inmate,” the second guard barked, yet the order wasn’t directed at you. a muscular figure approached the bars, and slivers of fiery red hair emerged from the dark. you could almost make out her face and although you’d seen it numerous times before it was a lot softer than you’d imagined.

vi wrapped her hands around the steel bars, revealing the blood-stained bandages over them. she leaned forward, grayish-blue eyes quickly darting toward your face. after a moment her soft features hardened, allowing for her hard exterior to truly take shape. her eyes bore deep holes in yours prompting a rigid chill up your spine.

she spat, “the fuck is this…?” but no response was given. rather the men laughed at her question, obnoxiously so.

behind you the other guard leaned in, slowly un-cuffing as he whispered, “word of advice 601….try not to fall asleep.” he then produced a set of keys that would open the door to your new reality. the metal emitted a loud creek that traveled throughout the hallway. with another hard nudge, you were shoved into the small space. the hard clanging sound of the bars following suit.

you were left with nothing but the distinct unwelcoming silence that pervaded the cell. vi hardly spared you a second glance. she sauntered back over to the corner, continuing on as if you didn’t even exist. hence, the mystical aura that surrounded her persisted— and you had no way of knowing how to break it. thus you settled for simply chipping away at the tough exterior. with a deep breath, you stepped towards the lower bunk.

“what are you doing?”

“sitting down,” you chirped. her voice was low and hostile— it took everything in you not to shoot right back up. despite this you kept yourself planted on the flimsy mattress. ignoring the small voice making its way to the surface.

begrudgingly she stepped toward you, “that’s my bed.” the aggression was still present in her voice but you couldn’t help but detect the slight amusement in it as well. and for some odd reason, you found it intriguing— only fueling your curiosity.

“so?”

“…i can’t tell if you’re trying to be brave or just really stupid,” she whispered.

now vi stood just a few feet away yet her presence was stronger than ever. the only source of light was a dim lantern outside of the cell and it allowed you to partially capture vi’s face— and the rest of her. she was notorious for getting into fights but now that you were up close you certainly saw why. her arms and legs were sculpted by hard, defined muscles that seemed to flex without the slightest care. in a matter of your seconds, you’d found yourself completely warped in them and it was vi’s stern voice that pulled you out.

“i heard what you did— that fight in the cafeteria? why?” her entire being practically loomed over you. calloused hands gripped the frame on the top bunk as she bent over to face you. the distance was more than intimidating— it was domineering. it corroborated the long-standing rumors and it only made her seem more like a mystery. yet the longer you looked into her eyes the more you held out hope that your cellmate was more than just a ruthless murderer.

“it was the only way to get close to you.” slowly you rose from the bed, diminishing the already non-existent distance down to nothing. vi kept her arm planted on the metal, caging you in between it. her eyes darted in between yours and her expression remaining unreadable. the air seemed to thicken and for a moment it felt impossible to breathe.

vi’s voice was light and almost condescending. her soft lips to brushed along the side of your ear, “you got yourself thrown in the worst part of this shithole because you have a crush on me? jesus…maybe you are stupi—“

“it’s more complicated than that.”

she smirked, “then explain it to me, roomie.” she turned on her heel slowly ambling along the decaying wall, back over to her side of the room. as much you hated to admit you missed the proximity. it’d been so long since you’d experienced what it felt like to be touched by another person. and although she wouldn’t dare utter it aloud vi regretted pulling away.

“you haven’t heard, have you? most people think you’re some kind of monster or a martyr waiting to die. which is why you’ve been here for so long.”

“what do you think?”

“i don’t believe either,” you admitted. she kept most of her face turned away, thus your only view was the dark, intricate tattoo designs that ran across her soft skin. the longer she stood there the more you wanted to run your fingers over each one. and the desire was persistent— at that moment you wanted nothing more than to touch her. despite your judgment, you stepped forward, fighting the urge to do so.

it was evident that she didn’t trust you and you couldn’t blame her for it. vi had simply existed within stillwater for years but she didn’t really have anyone. the abuse from the guards was relentless and if she wasn’t in fights then she was here— in this poor excuse for a cell. she kept her arms bound to her sides, clenching her fists for dear life. therefore there was no way she was going to open up to you— especially not like this.

“i wanna tell you about how i got here…if you don’t mind?”

“i don’t have anywhere else to be,” she shrugged, a slight smile tugging on her lips. cautiously you moved towards vi once again, joining her on the opposite wall.

“a few years ago some of my friends and i thought we could pull off this heist. the plan was that we’d steal some piltover’s most beloved riches and in doing so we’d become legends— maybe even rich.”

“you can’t be serious,” she chuckled, filling the room with her quiet but infectious laughter. it was something that was so rare that it nearly shocked you. yet the sound was beautiful, sending a swarm of butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

you cleared your throat, “unfortunately i am, my adolescent years were a very dark time for me, alright? anyway, the day comes and i get there, i wait for god knows how long but they never show up. just when i’m about to leave these enforcers show up and they practically tackle me to the ground— i still have the scar. next thing i know i’m detained for a robbery that i never even got the chance to commit.”

“they let you go down for it?” she turned to face you, her breath lightly fanning your cheek. silently you nodded, keeping your eyes focused ahead. you couldn’t shake off the warm feeling that accompanied being under vi’s gaze. it made your conversation feel even more like a dream. but most of all it made you feel safe.

“most people suck, you learn that early. but if it makes you feel any better i wish that i’d met you earlier,” she sighed.

“why?”

“we would’ve come up with a much better plan- and we would’ve gotten away with it too,” she boasted, moving a couple of red strands from her face. you couldn’t help but admire even if it was just for a moment. small, reddish-pink bruises took shape along the sides of her face. despite this, her eyes looked brighter than ever and for the life of you, you didn’t have the willpower to look away— and neither did vi.

“can i see it? the scar?” she asked. her voice, smoother than ever was the only deterrent to your rampant dreams. dreams that consisted of your cellmate in ways that you preferred to keep to yourself. nevertheless, you lifted the hem of your shirt, revealing the entire left side of your abdomen.

“it’s dark, i can't see.” hesitantly you reached for her bruised hand. bringing it to your rib ever so slowly as you searched for the rough exterior of your wound. after a while you let go, allowing vi the chance to roam unassisted. the gesture was small but it brought both of you more comfort than the other would truly know.

“vi, why are you here?” you hummed, leaning into her soft touch as she caressed the skin along your abdomen. her fingers traveled upward, brushing the underside of your tits. the hair along the sensitive skin rose with each slow trace of vi’s fingertips.

“i don’t know y/n,” she whispered. she moved her other hand from her side bringing it to your aching body. despite the same desire that plagued vi’s body there was no hurry for her. she took her time basking in each part of the process.

“how’s that possible?”

“you piss off the wrong people i guess,” she chuckled, an apparent melancholic tone laced in her voice. you wanted to push further, ask her more questions but your mind couldn’t have been further from it. you needed vi more intimately than you’d ever expected and now you had nowhere to run.

“you’re so soft….” vi cooed, running the pad of her thumb over your nipple. she took used the other hand to knead your breast. her movements although minuscule drew shied moans from your lips that shot straight to vi’s core.

you purred, “do you know what that’s like?” she stopped for a moment, her eyes trailing up to meet yours. they glimmered even without the presence of a real source of light. she was desperate and it was so easily detectable just from the way that she looked back at you. she was tired of being alone and you wanted to tell— no show her that she didn’t have to be.

you cupped your hands to the sides of her face pulling her in for a kiss. at first, is was slow, but soon it escalated vi allowed her hands to roam up and down your body as your tongue slipped into her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. she reached for your shirt, roughly pulling it off your head. her lips immediately found your chest, peppering fiery kisses all over your tits. she pulled it into her mouth, cupping it gently as her lips wrapped around your nipple.

“i wanna show you something,” you muttered. slowly you brought your hand to vi’s lower abdomen keeping it there until she gave you approval. with one glance down at you, vi nodded, prompting you to sink your hand into her pants and underwear. the pad of your index finger connected with her clit first, sending a wintry chill up her spine.

“are you sure?” rather than responding she ushered her hips forward, humming at the warm contact. thus you took it as a sign to continue. you drew small circles, applying just the slightest amount of pressure. vi felt as if her entire body was being set ablaze with each part of it experiencing pleasure right after the next.

“i-i need more y/n,” she whimpered, clutching onto you. her hushed moans permeated the room, growing more fervent as you slipped a finger inside of her. low squelching sounds filled your ears the more you continued, pressing upwards. gradually your fingers became slick with her fluids and vi nearly incoherent.

you moved your lips to her neck, running your tongue along the skin. vi wanted to cry out, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced anything like this. it was something so out of her control yet she loved every second of it.

“fuck—“ she choked out, her nails sinking into your skin. her heart was beating rapidly and fresh tears brimmed the corners of her eyes yet you showed no signs of slowing down. you slipped yet another finger into her pussy curling them at just the right angle. you targeted her g-spot wanting nothing more than for her to unravel against you.

“y/n— i’m- i can't.”

“tell me….” you cooed, pursuing a devilish pace. vi could feel her legs slowly losing feeling. her core burned with an insatiable ache that would soon consume her and she didn’t know how to express it.

“….tell me you what you want, violet.” she shook violently against you, burying her face into your neck yet you refused to stop— not until she said so.

“oh fuck— y/n, i’m gonna come.” vi’s cries filled your ears delightfully. she grasped onto your body tightly as the pit in her stomach came undone. fluids soaked your hand as well as the fabric of her uniform. patiently you eased her down from the high, running your arms along the art etched into her skin.

soon after she pulled away, discarding her wet pants before taking a seat on her bunk. she gestured for you to come to sit by her, sliding over to make room for you.

“…just so you know this is still my bed.”

you threw your hands up in defeat, flinging yourself onto the mattress beside her, “i surrender.”

for a while, the two of you sat alongside each other. there was something particularly comforting about unspoken comfort that vi seemed to understand better than anyone. in just a few hours your entire perception of her had been flipped on its side.

now? you had who idea what vi was except for the fact that you had to learn more. yet it wasn’t the things you’d originally set out on knowing, like her crimes or how long her prison sentence was. rather you wanted to learn small things, the parts that most people viewed as pointless. you wanted to know where she was from, her favorite color, what music did she like— if she even liked music?

vi shifted closer to you, her knees lightly brushing against yours as her eyes roamed over you. she leaned in close, pulling your attention back towards her.

“hey, what are you thinking about?” she asked. you turned to face her, bringing your thumb to the side of her face. she gazed back, her eyes holding the same amount of light as they did before.

“even after all of that…you’re still a mystery to me.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

New Year's Kiss

kai parker x reader

summary: it's tradition for new year's to start with a kiss... just like it's tradition to kiss under a mistletoe. and unfortunately, as traditional as mystic falls is, there's no way out but through

tags: holidays / holiday party, kissing, crushes, mutual pining, kai vs his feelings, soft!kai

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a stupid, cheesy, short piece i wanted to write up for the new year. my brain's tired and i highly doubt i'll make it to midnight 💤 (i didn't sleep last night) cheers! 🥂

The minute you walk into the Salvatores’ kitchen, Caroline makes a friendly joke. “Are you gonna share a New Years’ kiss with your mistletoe buddy, Y/N?” 

You feel your face get hot immediately. “I’m not planning on kissing anyone to be honest with you.”

“Aw, but it’s tradition!” Damon enters, holding two bottles of bourbon. “Even if your partner sucks.”

You and Caroline both give him a side-eye. “Be nice,” the blonde says. “But he is partially right, Y/N, it’s tradition. And good luck for the new year.”

“I thought that part only applied to couples.”

“You never know.”

Her vague response has you raising an eyebrow, but she gives no further explanation. Her attention is then taken away by more arriving guests. 

“Be honest,” Damon whispers to you, “was he at least a good kisser?”

“I’m not telling you that!”

“Fine, keep your secrets! I’ll find out, eventually, either way.”

“Just…” your eyes land on Caroline’s unattended cookies, “go away!”

“Ooookay! See you later, Y/N.”

Truth is, Kai was a great kisser. One of the most skilled you’ve ever had. But that was a one time thing, and an accident, might you add. He just happened to be standing under the stupid mistletoe, and you just happen to also walk under it to pass by him. But of course you lingered a little too long to give him a smile, and Elena shouted across the room to point out the green, hanging plant above your heads. 

And the girls of Mystic Falls, deep rooted in tradition, practically begged you to kiss. Kai’s face was red with blush, but you bet it was more embarrassment than anything. You were wracked with nerves and probably shaking. Still, you think you both pulled it off well. His lips were much softer than you had expected, as were his hands as they cupped your face. He was uncharacteristically gentle, and smiled at you afterwards. You had your hands on his chest and hoped you were at least half as good. 

Neither of you spoke after, but he did wink at you on his way out the door that night. Or maybe it was a blink… you’re not sure. 

Regardless, you don’t mean to repeat the incident. Especially not during another one of Caroline’s holiday parties. 

Because while you loved kissing Kai, it totally ruined everything. You’ve had a crush on him for weeks but have been too shy to say anything. And everyone knows carefully-watched holiday kisses are never a good start to anything more. 

You sigh, then stuff a third cookie in your mouth. 

“I’d be careful if I were you,” comes Kai’s voice out of nowhere.

You startle, jumping, and hitting your knee on the cabinet door below you. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He nods to the cookies. “Caroline left those out in the open? Bold move.”

“I have to run when I see her coming back.”

“Oh you definitely will. Especially when she sees how many are missing.” He pops one in his own mouth. “Y’know… I don’t even know how I get invited to these types of things.”

“Caroline’s all about bringing people together for the holidays.”

“I see. Well, see you around, Y/N.” This time, he winks and you’re sure it’s a wink. Your knees almost buckle. 

“You too.”

For the majority of the night, you manage to avoid Kai. The two of you seem to make laps around the snack table; he stands by it for a good ten minutes, then migrates, and you go stand by it for a while. The whole night, you will yourself to talk to him, but can’t find the confidence. Instead, you lurk from afar, feeling your heart speed up when he smiles, feeling a twinge of sadness when he’s alone. 

At eleven thirty, the energy in the mansion seems to rise by ten percent. Sounds and streamers fill the air on top of the already loud voices. Whoever isn’t still talking is dancing in the living room. To the left, Bonnie’s pushing the couch off the edge of the carpet for more room. Elena, meanwhile, has the remote and turns up the tv a few dials. Everyone’s engaged, even Stefan, who was falling asleep a couple minutes ago, but then was forced to his feet by Caroline. 

Celebration carries onto the ball dropping before you know it. The ten second countdown has begun and the shouts to find partners grow aggressive. You try to shrink into the corner, waving at Caroline to turn her gaze from you. 

7…

6…

5…

A tap on your shoulder surprises you. When you move to face the mysterious person, your throat goes dry at the sight of Kai. 

“Hey, mistletoe.”

“Hi.”

“So, um, doesn’t seem like we’re gonna be able to get out of this tradition, either,” he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “and you’re the closest to my proximity.” That was a lie. The last time you pointed him out, he was all the way across the room. “So would you…”

2…

1…

“Yes.”

He kisses you the instant the television crowd erupts in chants. He’s confident this time; less hesitant, more eager. You can’t help but kiss him back with the same passion. 

A whistle carries from somewhere in the room, but you both ignore it. Kai joins his other hand with his first, now holding your cheeks with both. You can feel the smile tugging on his lips, lingering, before he finally breaks it off. 

“I’ve waited all week to do that,” he admits.

His words take a minute to sink in. “What?!”

He stares back as if trying to read you. You look down, unable to hold his intense eye contact. Kai only seems to take that as an invitation to hook a finger on your chin and lift your head back up. 

“I-” his eyes take your breath away and you find yourself incapable of speaking.

“Do you not want it?”

“No, no, I do. I liked kissing you,” you force yourself to confess.

He cocks his head. “So what’s wrong?”

“I’m, uh… did- did you like it?”

He seems a little taken off guard by the question being flipped. He licks his lips. “Yes.”

You look out into the living room and see everyone celebrating. For once, no one’s watching you. “I like you, Kai. Like, I don’t just like kissing you, I like you.”

“Like a crush?” His eyes are amused, yet genuine. 

It feels safe enough to continue, “yes.”

He’s quiet for a while. His hand drops your chin to grab a strawberry, and you watch him eat the entire thing before he finally responds. “I have these feelings that I don’t understand. Whenever I see you, or hear your laugh, or even if someone mentions you, I get this weird feeling in my body, like a fluttering. Is that a crush?”

You giggle gently and his eyes snap up to you. “Yes, that sounds like it. At least, that’s what I get when I think of you.”

“So… if two people both have a crush on each other, does that mean they can kiss for real? And not have it be an excuse brought on by two dumb holiday traditions?”

Your heart is racing so fast, it might jump out of your chest. “If they want to, yes.”

“Good. Because I do. I want to kiss you again. Do you?”

“Mhm. But um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well sometimes, people with crushes on each other start to date. That means they can kiss whenever they want, and also spend more time together… if you- they want that, too.”

Kai smiles. For a moment, you can’t tell if his questions about feelings were real, or if he were just testing out the waters to get you to admit your own, but you quickly realize you don’t care. Not when he’s looking at you like that. 

“I do… want that. I would like to date you, Y/N.”

“I would, too.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea how much.”

“Mhhmm, try to show me,” he says, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. 

You laugh, accepting the challenge, and deepen his kiss with your hands gently on his face. A kiss of your own volition, without any pressure. A kiss to start a new relationship in a fresh, new year. 

[ninjaneonleon]

(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u )

Mikey almost fell over backwards when the frantic looking Leo counterpart appeared in his vision. Casey, of course, was no help. She just laughed as he stumbled over his own feet and tried not to fall. In the end he just floated back to his feet properly with a small pout.

“Oh, sorry,” the Leo (Leon? Yeah, that worked for now) said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I just really need to find my Donnie, he’s, uh, not very stable with others.” He held up the photo he was brandishing a little more for emphasis.

The photo in question showed a version of Donnie that was very different to the brother Mikey knew and loved. Not only was he notably paler, his usual jade colouring going almost pastel, he was softer somehow. Rounder. He was also wearing a beautiful feathered tutu, had small white wings and was en pointe. That Donnie looked like he was all set to dance in Swan Lake, maybe even as Odette considering the feathered crown he had in place of a headpiece.

“No, I haven’t seen him. Hey, why do you say he’s unstable?” Casey asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Eugh boy, if Casey got it in her head that she wanted to try sparring with this unstable ballerina Donnie, there would be very little Mikey could do besides try to hold her back. Maybe if he got the Donnie back with his Leo, he’d be calm enough to not take Casey up on her obvious excitement.

“He’s, uh, well he’s very much got a swan brain?” Leon offered with a sheepish laugh. “Half the time he’s fine, the other half…”

“Oh, he gets violent and territorial?” Mikey had a few encounters with swans in the past. They were dangerous bastards who can and will mess you up. “Eugh boy, that’s definitely not someone who you want to leave alone. Leave it to me, I can help you find him.”

“Wait, you can?” Leon lit up with a relived grin. “How?”

“Like this.” Mikey held his hand out towards the photo and got a feel for Swanatello’s (heh, Swannie, that was a perfect name for him) energy. Once he as sure, Mikey plucked that very unique feeling chain from the air. He studied it curiously. “Huh. This is a very old feeling connected to him. Well, anyway, I can track him for you. Just follow me, we’ll get your Donnie back,” he promised, not letting go of the chain.

“Thank you so much,” Leon said enthusiastically. I’m worried he’s either gonna freak himself out or hurt someone.”

“Has he got memory problems or something?”Casey asked, following after Leon and Mikey. “Our Donnie can be violent but he’s very good at directing that away from people. Most of the time.” She shuddered, probably remembering the sago pudding incident. Mikey didn’t want to dwell on that.

“Yeah, he’s sort of been claimed by this mystic lake to be its guardian?” Leon offered with a shrug. “It means that he barely remembers anything before, and on his bad days, he doesn’t recognise us at all. He might look small but he’s just as strong as ever.” Based on the way Leon rubbed his arm, he clearly knew just how strong Swannie was.

“Claimed by a mystic lake? I might be able to help keep him calm for a while, if you wanted,” Mikey offered. If he could make sure Swannie could still sense the lake, he might stay calm enough to not hurt anyone during this whole thing.

“Anything would be helpful, thank you Mikey.”

They walked together for a little while, following the pale coloured chain, until Mikey spotted Swannie. He was looking around frantically, his feathers all puffed up from how worked up he was getting. Okay, Mikey totally had this.

“Casey, wait here. Leon, you too. Let me see if I can calm him down.” As he spoke, Mikey let a wave of magic wash over him. When it cleared, he was in his own tutu (orange, of course) and had his pointe shoes on. Oh yeah, that was awesome, he totally nailed the dramatics there. It might have been a while since Mikey had done any serious dancing but luckily, his body remembered exactly what to do.

He called for Swannie’s attention by putting a spotlight on himself and on Swannie, one only they (and Casey and Leon) could see. Then he let some music start to drift around, again, done so it didn’t bother anyone who was want involved.

Swannie looked over immediately, but when he heard the music, he seemed to relax. Perfect. Mikey made his way over, travelling in time to the music and throwing in some of his own choreography, warming himself up slowly. He and Swannie met in the middle and for a moment, they danced together.

It was simple enough to weave in some magic to their dance. A nudge to the mystic hold on Swannie’s soul, finding the link back to the lake, a touch of mental magic in the form of white smoke gathering around them to make sure he could feel the lake and feel it was safe, and tada! One fully conscious and aware Swannatello.

“Mikey?” He asked slowly as Mikey let the illusions die down.

“Not quite. I’m a different Mikey, buuut your Leo is right over there.” Mikey gestured over his shoulder to where Casey and Leon were waiting.

“Leo!” Like a bullet out a gun, Swannie shot over to Leo and clung to him, getting an awed hug in return. Oh yeah, Mikey was good.

“Nice going, Mikey,” Casey said with a grin. She clapped Mikey on the shoulder. “Wanna stick around with these two for a bit?”

“Yeah, if they’ll have us,” Mikey said, watching the twins get quite emotional as they hugged. “I think they could use some familiarity here, and besides, I wanna dance more with Swannie.”

————

@tmntaucompetition

[heartbreakgrill]

kol mikaelson; give me love.

“maybe i should let you go. no, i just wanna hold you.”

a/n: this is literally 11.2k words god help me

in the year that your life had been plagued by supernatural existence, you had never once thought you'd find yourself, here, curled in bed with a throbbing headache, and thirst for hunger as vile as this. you never thought you'd find yourself dead, with vampires blood circulating through your dwindling system.

you could feel it pulsating through your veins, feel it ripening your shriveling heart. it pumped so oddly; you kept pressing your fingers to various pressure points, wondering where your pulse was. it was mute; yet you could feel your heart circulating the mouthful of vampires blood tirelessly.

so that's how you were to live now, off of other peoples blood. being as stubbornly independent as you were, you couldn't say that you were too pleased.

it had all started with a promise: a promise from caroline, to actually take the weekend off from growing crow's feet due to supernatural stress and instead go to the mall. but, first, she told you, she had to take care of some conflict with elena, stefan, damon, and a mansion full of the worlds oldest vampires. elena and stefan had also promised klaus that damon would stop trying to kill his family.

but, when you were out for your morning walk through the mystic falls public park, you were snatched out of your shoes by one of the originals, who'd been called on by klaus to ensure the security of damon's promise.

however, instead of just pulling back, damon pushed. he showed up to the mikaelson's mansion with five white oak stakes- consequently burned in the fireplace after they chained him up, tortured him, and forced him to watch as kol turned you.

you remember the heat of his hands, gripping you against his chest, over your waist and at your throat. your left eye was bruised, cheekbone probably broken. blood was seeping from a cut on your lip, one you couldn't stop running your tongue over with stress. and your head was pounding.

then, you heard the sick crunch of teeth in flesh as kol opened his skin to you. he pressed his wrist between your lips and, unwillingly, you swallowed a few drops of his blood. kol held you tighter while his other arm was occupied. then, just as your injuries started to fade, as the pain began dissipating, kol pulled your head back by a clump of your hair. he spoke to damon, while staring darkly down at you.

"she'll be a pretty one," he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning off his blood, only to slide his hands up around your neck.

your eyes widened, the fear in your stomach sending off the alarm systems through your body. time stopped as he squeezed your throat, and, holding visicous eye contact, he snapped your neck.

now, you were laying in your bed, having just awoken from death. you curled your legs up to your chest, squeezing them against you, as if you could find reality if you grounded yourself. as if this was all just a cruel dream. 

though you knew that was impossible- every single one of your sensations was on fire. the cotton of your bedding against your arms felt incredibly soft, softer than you'd ever thought it was. you could hear caroline's breath, though she was sitting five feet away from you. you could hear the rumination of her hair against her neck, each and every time she turned her head. she was flipping through a magazine and, that, combined with bits of sunlight seeping into your room, was driving you crazy.

"care," you hissed as she turned another page.

caroline's eyes shot up to meet yours, and a sheepish expression caught her face. "sorry."

stefan, taking up the corner of your room with a frowned face, shifted. "are you ready to talk about it?"

this was the fifth time in the past hour that you'd been awakened from the dead that he'd asked you this very same question. you shrugged, pulling yourself up against the headboard.

"not really," you whispered, knowing if you spoke any louder, you'd burst into tears. you never really let yourself cry in front of your friends, but you didn't know if you could help it this time.

you glanced around the room, at the ordinary objects from your humanity. your picture frames, decorating the bookshelf and dresser, felt like poison in your eye sight. you didn't even know if vampires could be in pictures. so there went your hobby of ruthlessly insisting your friends take pictures every time you did anything together.

who needed a picture to remember anything, anyways, when your memory would never fade?

it was like a cruel trick on you.

you swiped at a tear, and sniffled to regain composure when you noticed your cat's play tower was empty. "where's crow?"

stefan stepped closer, and he took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "we took him to matt's house. he's going to take care of him until you're in control."

"and if i choose to die?" your voice croaked at the word, "will you guys take care of him, then?"

caroline jumped from her seat, pushing herself onto the mattress directly beside you. "of course we would."

you sighed, "i think i know my decision. but, i don't know if i'm ready for it to happen. i don't think- i can't stomach it."

stefan nodded sympathetically. "we have blood bags. elena's willing to let you feed, too. she feels awful about the situation."

you met his eyes, "does it taste- bad?"

caroline chuckled, and stefan looked to her to speak. "funnily enough, it tastes, like, really good. i mean, you won't be hungry for anything else, ever. so it tastes like survival and life."

stefan agreed with a hum, "we need it to survive. to live. it pumps our heart. so even though it will feel wrong for the first week or so, eventually it'll become normal. ordinary."

you took a deep, shaky breath. "can i have a straw?"

—

you plopped to the dirty ground of the forest, your knees sinking into the crust. you breathed heavily, though the usual burning of your lungs you'd feel after running for so long dissipated quicker than it came. you lay a hand to your chest, feeling the strength of your lungs. your heart beat sped up, too, enhanced by the strength that came from feeding.

you wanted both options you were given, one from stefan, the other from

damon. you wanted to feed off blood bags as little as possible. as a human, you'd had an addictive personality. you could only guess that would carry over, only enhanced, in death.

so you wanted to be as in control as possible. and you figured a split diet would help.

it had been two weeks since you turned. you felt stronger everyday. tomorrow, your cat would come home. you felt stable enough, especially since you'd been practicing holding him without baring teeth.

you mourned your old life everyday. but, having had no real attachments as a human, it was an easier transition. you and your mother were never close, so she accepted whatever excuses you had for never eating or sneaking out late. she didn't really care anyways.

but, a part of you felt something missing.

you couldn't tell what it was.

but, one week ago you'd had a dream about a familiar, murderous vamp.

you'd felt his touch in your sleep- his hands on your throat, around your waist. you woke up in a cold sweat, the skin where his touch had been on fire.

you kept it to yourself, knowing the response from the peanut gallery would be negative. they'd probably storm the mikaelson mansion, threaten kol to stop manipulating your dreams.

that had to be the only explanation- that he was manipulating your dreams. you thought he was attractive- but never, ever, in a million years would you let yourself dream about him.

stefan squatted beside you, offering a clean handkerchief. he pointed on his chin to where you had blood pooling. you smiled breathily, a short chuckle, and sheepishly wiped it away.

"you did good today," stefan complimented.

you nodded, "thanks. i still feel dead, but i feel a little stronger, more secure, every time."

"that's good," stefan encouraged. "each time you feed, as long as it's consistent, you'll feel that way."

you hesitated, afraid to voice your opinion in fear of sounding selfish. stefan tilted his head at you because he knew there were words on the tip of your tongue. you shut your mouth and shook your head, brushing off your sadness.

stefan set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, supportively, "we'll get him. damon's finding more ash- and i want you to use the dagger."

a rush of adrenaline came over you. you shoved stefan's hand off your shoulder, "i don't want that, stefan. i don't want more death. can't we just leave each other alone? why does there always have to be revenge?"

stefan looked jolted by your defensive statement, faltering on his heels from your strength. you pushed up onto the balls of your feet, shouldering your backpack.

"look, do whatever you guys want, but leave me out of it," you raised your brows firmly. "i don't think anybody else needs to die."

stefan was more than shocked by this proclamation. he slowly stood, watched as you turned on your heel and sped away to your car. he could tell you were angered by any ideas of conflict. he knew as a human you had always been peaceful: you always went out of your way to make sure everyone and everything was okay. and you were always against any revenge plans. though you were never this vocal about it. maybe that’s what that outburst was- your want for peace.

but something felt off.

you slammed your car door shut, which made you flinch back in your seat. you pressed a hand to your chest, again, surprised by your strength, by the hammering of your heart. you took deep, whole breaths, feeling every part of your lungs expand and contract with every gasp and release. caroline had taught you this trick- ground yourself. anger made you hungrier, deadlier. and you weren't in the habit of killing anybody out of hanger. hopefully for forever.

why had you been so pissed?

you should be rooting for revenge against kol. you should be plotting maps and finding ash and storming his mansion.

but something within your gut denied any and all troubles.

you just couldn't get behind the idea.

something else caroline taught you was to focus on what made you feel good. in times like this, when anger took ahold and wouldn't let go, you needed to anchor yourself to what being alive was like. fake it till you make it.

so, you turned your radio up as loud as it would go, stepped on the gas, and drove. you let your mind shut off as you drove, twisting through back streets, laughing loudly as the car jumped over hills. for the first time in weeks, you felt normal. like an ordinary teenaged girl, putting your life at risk to feel the adrenaline of curving around bends and barely stopping at stop signs.

you didn't know you were going- but you had reached a dead end. the only way to go was back, or into the driveway before you. you recognized the stone-lined path, reaching far back into the tree line. you could see the windows of the house through tree branches.

how did you end up here?

the car inched towards the house, stopping just before the driveway curved into a circle around the water fountain. you stepped on the brakes, threw the gear shift into reverse, and slowly let your foot release. however, the car still inched forewords, the wheel turning towards right. you looked down at the gear shift and saw it in drive.

what the fuck was going on?

you threw it into park again, slamming so hard you whipped against the back of the seat. next thing you knew, your keys were in your hand, you were opening the door, stepping out of the car. you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. you glanced around, horrified.

"what in the world?!" you murmured to yourself. you turned back to the car and reached for the door handle.

"i was wondering how long it would take until you showed up, darling," a voice sounded directly beside your left shoulder.

you jumped against your car, fear sinking into your skin. kol towered over you, hands crossed delicately behind his back. his face held that familiar smirk, head tilted to the side with dark anticipation.

you shivered, crossing your arms around your stomach. "wha-what?"

kol stepped closer, forcing your chin further into the air as he hovered. "have you finally come to put a dagger in my chest? i'd have to waited until the sun went down, or brought myself one of those salvatore's. it's a little bold to come alone."

you shook your head, the wind blowing your hair in a mess around your face. you furiously brushed it behind your ears again, to no avail. "n-no. i didn't mean- i didn't mean to be here. i- i'm- i should go. i'm gonna go."

when you finished stuttering out your ill-thought-out response, you spun on your heel and stuck the key into the lock. you went to turn it to unlock it when you heard a gust of wind and felt his presence move beside you.

"aw, don't go. we were just starting to have fun," he sarcastically spoke.

you pulled the key out of the car, your hand dangling beside you. you didn't know what to say; but you wanted to stay now. you were intrigued by the dark look in his eyes, the scent of his smokey cologne.

"okay."

kol- usually locked in to his smirk and raised eyebrow duo- hesitated at your response. his face flickered with confusion, but he regained his stone cold composure and held out a hand.

"would you like to come in for a drink? i think i owe you that," he offered.

you shrugged, crossing your arms again. "sure."

you fell into step behind kol, following him into the mikaelson's mansion. you looked around warily as you stepped inside the house. kol took your purse from your shoulder- though you didn't remember how it got there- and hung it on the coat hook.

"is it going to be a real drink?" you grasped at a joke, feeling the tense, awkward air between you.

kol cracked that smirk, "well that depends. are you on the stefan diet? or are they feeding you well over there?"

you let yourself laugh, "both, actually."

kol guided you to the living room, where you sat on the couch. he moved to a bar cart, filling two crystal glasses with blood from a bag.

he tsked, "but that's boring. i thought id make another ripper out of you. well: have you at least drank from the neck? taken your first kill?"

you took the glass he offered you, replying as he sat, "no."

kol scoffed, "well, that won't do. every vampire kills at least ten people in their first week. it's been, what, three weeks, now?"

you took a sip from your glass, and you felt your fangs protrude from your teeth. you winced at the pain in your mouth and swallowed the blood. you touched the veins in your cheeks.

kol watched you as you gained control of your hunger. he looked concerned, though you didn't notice.

kol dipped his head down to catch your attention. "do you feel it? the hunger? you must know every time you drink from an animal or a bag that you're missing something? of course, we must do these things for security. but, we have to drink from the vein from time to time. the other options are just not enough to curb that."

you felt a hunger flood through your body. your fangs protruded again, the veins under your eyes rippling your skin. you quickly downed the rest of your drink, but the hunger didn't cease.

kol's arm had rested on the back of the couch, and he moved his thumb to touch the tilt of your chin. "let me take you out sometime. i'll show you how to really hunt. you have to be dangerous sometimes- it's just our nature."

an emotion rushed through your body- a warm feeling. you turned your head to meet his eyes, "i don't want to do that. i don't want to kill anybody."

kol flashed his dark eyes at you, "oh, but you will."

—

you refused to share your visit to kol with any of your friends. you knew stefan wouldn't approve of his urge to drink from the vein; caroline would be pissed you went inside the house; and damon would examine it for any ulterior movies. you especially weren't going to tell them that you'd be going hunting with kol in the future. you didn't really want to; but you had to go. something in you was pushing you to give in. to just do it.

but you feared they'd find out. either rebekah- whom kol told everything- would use your newfound companionship as a banter against your friends. or klaus would use it as a threat.

or you'd exploit your conversation by accidentally killing somebody. it was silly, but everyone knew it was true- you weren’t a killer, even as a vampire. it just simply wasn’t going to happen.

you kept resisting the urge- but throughout the school day you couldn't stop staring at people's necks. you wanted to pounce on someone in the hallway, wanted to sink your teeth into their skin and bleed them dry. you'd never felt this urge before- or at least stefan and caroline had helped you fight through it.

you wanted to confide in them, but something told you you weren't allowed to share the thought. so you fought it alone.

after school, you raced home, curled up under your covers, and shut out the world. you had to go to work later, and you wanted to call off, but you couldn't give up the normal parts of your life. you couldn't let the vampirism ruin your ordinary.

by the time it was time for work, you'd managed to curb your hunger. you arrived a few minutes before your shift started at the mystic grille, where you waited tables. you opened your locker, pulling from it your apron and notepad. you tied it securely around your waist.

the door to the break room swung open and your coworker, georgia, bid you hello. you smiled back at her. but as you turned to say hello back, you felt your teeth expand and the blood rush through your eyes. you went hot with hunger, and you slammed your upper body into your locker.

georgia flinched, "are you okay?"

you heard her take a step forward, so you held out your hand, "no! stay- stay away! go away from me!"

georgia, helpful by nature, stepped closer to you. she set a hand on your shoulder, "y/n, what's wrong?"

as soon as you felt her warm hand on your shoulder, you snapped. you slammed her up against the locker, baring your teeth at her. "i said stay away! i can't control it!"

georgia yelped in response, the fear in her eyes blowing up her pupils. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry- please don't hurt me!"

you growled at her, eyes raking down her face to her exposed neck. of course she wore her hair in a ponytail today.

you wanted to turn away; you had learned all the necessary skills to gain control. but something in your body, in your mind- it screamed at you to feed. you pounced on her, sinking your teeth into her skin, and beginning to suck her dry.

when she went limp in your arms, when you felt no more blood flowing out of the punctured holes in her neck, that's when you snapped back to reality. you dropped her body, screaming at the sight of blood soaking her shirt, soaking your hands.

you turned to the side, wiping your hands on your apron, away from her body, and you caught your appearance in the mirror in your locker. you were sobbing, the tears streaking through the blood covering your mouth.

you grabbed your coat and purse and, without thinking any further, you sped out of the grille. of course, just when you stepped out the front door, you ran into caroline. she was walking with tyler, laughing at something he'd said. when she knocked into you, she steadied you by grabbing your forearms. then she noticed the blood- all of the blood.

caroline and tyler had an understanding, established with just the flicker of eye contact they made. caroline sped you two out of there, to the boarding house, within seconds. tyler went to, probably, clean up your mess.

as soon as she opened the door to the house, you pulled from her, and fell to your knees. you sobbed into your hands, though the blood left on them made the hunger creep back up again. caroline leaned down beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"it's okay, y/n," she soothed, "shhhh, it's okay."

you wanted to give in to her comfort, but you pushed back, your force so strong that you ended up with your back against the wall.

"no!" you growled again. "no! i killed somebody, caroline! i killed her! oh, my god, i killed her!"

you slid down the wall, sobbing into your hands. stefan, damon, and elena entered the room, taking in the sad sight of you. you smelled the blood on your hands, and the hunger overtook you. through the tears crowding your face, you licked a single line down your forearm.

"i'm so hungry," you murmured, continuing to lick at the drying blood on your hands.

stefan took control of the situation as caroline came up short. she couldn't think straight, seeing you like you were.

he stooped down in front of you, laying a cautious hand into the air between you. "hey, y/n, hey- it's okay. hey, here, take my hand. cmon, let's go get something to eat."

you roared at him, causing him to flinch back, "i don't want another deer, stefan! i'm hungry!"

damon appeared beside him, holding a blood bag delicately between his hands. he offered it to you, a sad smile on his face. "i never much cared for the vegetarian lifestyle, either, y/n. there's nothing to be ashamed of."

you took the blood bag from him, only to throw it across the room. it splatted against the wall, sliding in cruel fingers down the wall. elena flinched at this, holding securely to her necklace.

you shot up from your spot, standing like a rock against your friends. "it's not enough! it's not enough, damon! i'm hungry!"

your tantrum lasted another hour, in which you nearly attacked elena, threw stefan into the billiard table, and stabbed damon with a broken leg from the coffee table.

caroline had snuck away in time to call bonnie, who arrived just in time to cause an aneurysm in your head. you fell to your knees in pain, which worsened as damon stuck a needle full of vervain into your leg. you passed out on the rug of the entryway, and woke up on the basement, locked away.

you curled up in the corner, leaning against the cool brick of the wall. your head was pounding, and your veins were cramping with hunger. you could smell stefan's cologne, bonnie's blood on the other side of the wall.

"what's going on?" you whimpered, brushing the dirty hair from your face.

bonnie's face appeared in the frame of the door. "y/n?"

you stood up shakily, slowly walking up to the door. everything hurt. probably the vervain. or the hunger.

you leaned against the door. bonnie smiled at you, though it was downcast, and her eyes were watery. "what's going on?"

she sighed, "we don't know. i've been looking through my grimoires for days. alarics doing research. we don't know."

"wait," you perked up at her word choice, "days?"

"yeah you keep going in and out of it," bonnie shrugged.

stefan appeared beside her, "we've tried to feed you a blood bag or blood from an animal, but you won't take it down. it doesn't even make your teeth come out. you keep saying it's not enough."

"so you lock me up?" you laughed shakily.

stefan nodded, setting his hands on his hips. "yeah. but, we're going to take you out now. we're gonna let you feed off of somebody. make sure you don't kill them. then, we're going to see klaus."

you furrowed your brows, "why?"

bonnie shrugged, "he's the oldest vampire ever. he might have some answers."

—

they held true to their promise. they let you feed off matt and, as you did, you began to bleed him dry. stefan and damon managed to hold you back- and you kept it down. you felt the hunger creep up your skin, but you managed to shove it down. you kept control. it wasn’t as bad.

with an apology to matt and a rag to clean your lips, you headed to the mikaelson mansion for the second time that week. you wondered if you should tell them about your interaction with kol, but you decided against it. they'd blow it out of proportion.

but, you couldn't stop thinking about how he told you that the blood bags and animals would never be enough; how you'd have to kill.

and how, ever since that moment, those words had been defined every action you’d taken that week.

klaus welcomed the three of you inside with a sardonic, "ah, back with more questions. i'll try not to remember this next time you shove a dagger in my heart."

stefan smiled sarcastically, as you three followed him into his painting room. klaus had been brushing paint across a canvas, and he went back to that as you three stood before him.

stefan, always the spokesperson, began, "she can't keep anything down. not the blood bags or the animals i've hunted. the only thing she drinks is blood when it's straight from the vein. it’s just started, though. she'd been extremely disciplined, and now she's turned murderous. she doesn't want to kill anybody, and that characteristic has been enhanced by her vampirism now. so, we don’t understand why it’s turned into this.”

klaus chuckled, "stefan, we vampires have to kill..."

you weren't listening. at first, you simply circled the room, admiring the paintings. then, as you rounded back to the open door of the room, you felt a tug in your chest, similar to the one from the other day, when you'd accidentally driven here.

you snuck out of the room, their voices fading behind you as you descended the staircase. you'd never been here before- but you knew where you were going. you walked past every door and only stopped outside the one at the end of the farthest hallway.

your hand reached for the doorknob, but you snapped out of your trance before you could turn it. the urge took over again, though, and you resigned to knocking.

"come in!" you heard that familiar tone, though it was much more casual than normal.

you did as he asked, stepping into the room as the door swung open. you were jarred by his state- instead of his usual jeans and jacket combo, kol was laying casually in his bed, pajama bottoms adorning his lower half, and a hoodie on his upper. his hair was messy, swinging in front of his forehead.

he had his arms crossed behind his head. you eyes raked across them, across the veins in his hands. you thought back to a few weeks ago, when he’d turned you. when he’d held you flush against his chest with those hands-

your heart skipped a beat as he looked from the television, to you. he had started to say, "beks-! i've just discovered a genre of movies called-"

he met your eyes, and stopped dead in his sentence. kol sat up out of bed, confusion lacing his features. he was too taken back to have anything witty to say, so he just said, "hello, darling."

you took a deep breath, your brows furrowing as it released from your lungs, "i killed somebody."

the part of kol was that murderous, the part that reveled in sucking humans dry of their blood, wanted to say he told you so. but he noticed the look on your face and he said, "well, are you okay, then? you don't look so well."

kol moved closer to you, concern lacing his features. you shook your head, "i'm really hungry."

there were tears in your eyes, yet you laughed. kol shared a smile, a genuine smile, at your statement.

he stood in front of you, now, and he arched a brow. "well, eat, darling."

you nodded, "okay...what?"

kol laughed, a delicate sound despite his dark composure, "well, a human, love."

you nodded, again, more enthusiastic this time. "i really don’t want to. but, you’re right. i don’t think i have a choice…yeah, i'm going to go do that."

you went to turn away from the room, but kol cleared his throat. you faced him again, "yes?"

"aren't you going to invite me?" that familiar smirk adorned his features.

you smiled sheepishly, "well, duh. do you wanna come?"

kol nodded with a viscious look in his eyes- hunger. he glanced down at his outfit and raised a finger, "don't move, darling. i've got to change."

you don't know why, but you listened. as he raced to his bathroom to change into different clothing, you didn't move a single muscle. when he came back to your spot, he made a face at you. "i didn't mean it literally. you can move."

you let out a held breath, relieved. "thanks."

kol's mind reeled at the interaction. you began to walk out of the room, ready to go hunt. but he stood there for a moment with hesitation. what was going on here?

his mind raced over the options- but he refused to admit the obvious answer. it wasn't possible.

though he couldn't completely remove the thought from his mind, kol shook it off a bit and followed you out of his room.

you descended the stairs with excited feet, kol following along behind you at a quick pace. just as you reached the bottom of the stairs, however, bonnie, stefan, and klaus walked out from the room.

stefan crossed his arms, eyes flickering between you and kol skeptically. bonnie glared at kol, and said, "what the hell?"

klaus lifted his chin triumphantly, like he was pleased at the irony of the situation. "well, little brother. what's this?"

kol glanced at you, signature smirk on his pink lips. "just going out for a hunting trip, brother."

klaus nodded, arching his brow at you, "it's not often that a vampire wants to go hunting with the person who killed them."

you shrugged, looking between your friends and klaus. "it's just a hunting trip. i'm hungry."

kol hummed in response, "you lot have been holding her back from her potential. blood bags and little bunnies aren't enough for us. she needs it from the vein."

stefan hesitated, taken aback by this statement. "not enough? i manage to survive on bunnies just fine."

kol sighed, "yes, but you're not reaching your full potential. i intend to make sure everyone i turn is strong, stefan. isn't that right, darling?"

you never took sides. you always managed to find peace between either party in a situation like this. bonnie and stefan looked at you expectantly, ready for whatever peace treaty you'd offer.

but you shocked them by saying, "right, kol."

"now, why don't you let me and my new friend to enjoy ourselves, okay? shall we?" kol held out an arm, waiting for you to lead the two of you away.

you smiled at bonnie and stefan, but there was no remorse in your eyes. you looked different, darker.

they watched you two leave the house. bonnie turned to stefan, worry swimming in her eyes, "stefan? what was that?" 

he looked to klaus, whose own gaze looked curious. like he knew something nobody else did.

klaus opened his mouth, but craved the anticipation of the moment to linger. he licked his lips, sighed, and said, "you'll figure it out soon enough. in the mean time, she'll be safe with kol. he really isn't all that bad unless you give him a reason to be."

stefan and bonnie looked jarred as he walked away from them, whistling a happy tune.

what the fuck?

—

that night, you went bar-hopping with kol. at each one, he properly trained you on how to snatch, feed, and compel. by the end of the night, you felt better- much stronger that you did after drinking bunny blood.

as you downed shots, chasing it with human blood, you loosened up and let slip the dream you’d had about kol.

“so, are you in the habit of manipulating people’s dreams?” you laughed, looking towards him as you set down your empty shot glass.

he furrowed his brows, “what’s that, darling?”

“i had a dream about you the other day,” you shrugged, “obviously. i think that’s why i showed up to your house.”

kol’s mind reeled again- “that wasn’t me, darling.”

he ignored the idea again.

it couldn’t be.

he regained his smirk, leaning over you slightly. you really were pretty- gorgeous in the dim light of the bar. the light flickered off your pupils, shimmering in them.

“is this you admitting you’re attracted to me? that you dream about me?”

you blushed deeply. “n-no-“

“don’t worry,” kol leaned into you, lips brushing the tip of your ear, “i’m attracted to you, too.”

later, kol, who had driven, pulled up to your house, stopping on the side of the street. he rested his arm on the back of your seat, twisting to face you.

"well, today was fruitful. don't you feel better? isn't the hunger gone?" kol questioned.

you thought about it for a moment- the hunger that had been there for days now dissipated. you felt fuller. better, like he said.

"yeah, i-i do," you admitted. "can we do this again? soon?"

kol nodded contently, "i would like that very much. my siblings are boring. and none of them are as pretty as you, darling."

you blushed at his admittance, "well, tomorrow, then?"

kol hesitated to say yes. but something in his stomach twisted, something warm and soft and reminiscent of butterflies. he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes swimming with thought.

he met your gaze again, his brown eyes softened from their usual cloudy disposition. you blushed deeper at the way he peered at you.

"actually," kol spoke, "tomorrow...i'm going to take you out. hunting is only fun for so long. i'd rather go on a date."

your nose scrunched up in glee. "okay. that sounds good."

kol leaned across the space between you. he brushed the hair away from your face and placed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to the apple of your cheek.

—

the next day, caroline called you at 2pm. you answered with a peppy beat in your voice, "hey, care!"

she scoffed down the line, "don't hey care me, missy! what the hell do you think you're doing?"

you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean?"

caroline laughed bitterly, "get your ass over to the boarding house right now so you can explain to me and everybody else why you're running around with kol mikaelson like some little blood skank."

you giggled at her choice of words, "o...kay. i don't really understand why we're all so upset about this- but i'll be there."

you made it over to their house within minutes, so high on your strength that you ran the whole way there. when you entered the living room, everyone was standing around, for you. jeremy, bonnie, matt, alaric, elena, stefan, damon. and caroline-

she grabbed you by the forearm, tugging you down into the conversation pit and pushing you into the couch. she hovered over top of you, hands on her hips and a grimace on her face.

"explain- now!" she demanded.

you stuttered over you words, licking your lips nervously. "i don't know what i have to explain. i haven't gone on a ripper rampage. and yesterday was an accident. so why am i being put on trial here?"

damon crossed his arms over his chest, "maybe because you're running around with the worlds deadliest vampire like he’s a frat boy and it's spring break in florida."

you felt defensive, and snapped back, "oh, cause you're so innocent, damon. remind me again, what's your body count? oh, sorry i meant kills- not fucks. though i'm sure they're both up there."

alaric chuckled at this, and everyone glanced at him with annoyance. he shut his mouth, and scrunched his face in apology.

"you have to be careful around him. we don't know if had any ulterior motives, y/n. he could turn around and kill you at any moment," stefan explained to you like you were a child.

you crossed your arms, "oh, my god, you barely know him! you guys always just assume the worst out of people. ever think that every single time he's hurt someone has been because he's been threatened? he's in the same position as any of us. he's just the anti-hero, so you won't let it go."

caroline leaned forward and literally flicked you. "stupid! you're stupid! you were so smart as a human!"

"yeah, well i'm dead, caroline! and for some reason i can't drink blood bags or stupid little rats off the forest floor. at least, instead of dallying around, looking for answers, kol is helping me!"

you shoved caroline out of the way, standing from the couch, and storming towards the door.

"where are you going?" bonnie shouted after you.

you turned towards the group with a defiant smirk on your face, "i have a date."

—

kol picked you up from your house at exactly 7pm. he stood at your front door with a small bouquet of flowers, and since your mother wasn't home to invite him inside, he waited while you put them in a vase.

while you were inside, your cat, crow, slinked through the open door of the house. he peered up at kol coyly, purring lowly. kol heard the animal and looked down to it. a genuine smile reached across his face, and he leaned down to pick the creature up in his arms.

“well, hello, there, darling,” kol soothed. he ran his fingers through the cat’s fur, enjoying its presence while you were gone.

you appeared in the doorway, and a cheeky smile adorned your features. “that is so cute.”

kol blushed- he actually blushed- and let the animal jump from his arms. crow brushed up against your legs before escaping inside.

“what’s his name?” kol inquired as you shut the door behind you.

you fell in step towards the car as you answered, “crow. i got him when i was a baby. he’s nearly 17 now.”

“so you’ve had him too ur entire life?” kol remarked.

you paused, sad, “had him. had him my entire life, yes.”

kol stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. “i’m sorry- sorry. i’m sorry for turning you.”

you shrugged lightly, smiling sadly at him, “sometimes, when we’re in tough positions, it feels like there’s only one decision we can make for ourselves. it’s only after that we realize we could’ve chose a different path. it’s a mistake- it was a mistake. what you did. but i forgive you.”

kol was stunned by how eloquently you spoke. he smiled, “you- don’t you miss it?”

you peered at him, tilted your head. “being human?” he nodded. “no. i can’t say that i do. i don’t like feeding off of people. but i don’t miss it. i don’t know why. being a vampire is miserable sometimes. but i guess if i spend every day for the rest of eternity, wishing things were different, i’d never find peace.”

kol hugged you right then and there. he quickly threw his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his chest. you giggled, slightly, but hugged him back. though his lips were tangled in your shoulder, in your hair, you heard him whisper, “thank you.”

—

at the mystic grille, one of your coworkers seated you towards the back, per your request. no one knew georgia was dead yet. tyler had compelled her mom and dad to think she went on a trip, and that's what the story was for now. another death, another memorial, was too much for the town right now.

you had told kol about death last night, had even cried, but he reminded you that it was necessary. that you would have all of eternity to live in memory of her. and you carried that with you.

the entire night went beautifully. kol was a perfect gentleman the entire time. he never interrupted, and he listened intently as you rambled. though you don't get much food, he still paid for what you did order.

at one point, your phone screen lit up with a text from caroline, ‘where’d you go to eat? the serial killer cafe where they serve human hearts on a gold platter?’

kol didn’t see that, luckily, but he did see the beautifully taken photo of you, caroline, bonnie, and elena on your home screen.

he remarked, “that’s a wonderful photo. you look gorgeous.”

you blushed again. “thank you. it’s one of my favorites. taking pictures is a hobby of mine.”

kol sat up in his seat and demanded you show him more. you let him scroll through the album on your phone. he noticed you took a picture of something almost every single day- but that that had stopped since you’d transitioned.

“why don’t you take them anymore? didn’t caroline tell you to hold onto things like that?” kol questioned, handing you back your phone.

you toyed with it, sighing, “yeah. i’ve wanted to. i just- i don’t know.”

kol took your hand, “that’s a way to find peace. by keeping ahold of yourself. not letting her get lost in the transition. you’re still you.”

you smiled up at him, hesitated, before holding up your phone. you opened the camera app and put him into frame. turns out vampires do show up on camera- and he looked good.

“say cheese,” you giggled as kol’s face went slack with confusion.

“what does that mean?” he asked you.

you lowered the camera for a moment, “it means to smile! when you say it, you teeth pull back. so you’re smiling!”

kol laughed, “darling, that is a ridiculous expression. besides, i don’t want a photo if you’re not in it.”

he slid into the booth beside you, tossed his arm around your shoulders, and grinned as you pointed the camera towards you. you took three- one where you were smiling, a backup one in case the other didn’t turn out, where he didn’t know you were taking it- he was just looking at you with this romantic expression- and another where he kissed your cheek.

it all felt very wonderful. you didn't care if he had killed a hundred people in this century. you didn't care that he killed you, that he threatened your friends and poised a danger to himself and others.

you cared that the light hit his dark eyes in an inspiring manner each time he tilted his head. you cared that he thought you were interesting, that he listened. you cared that he loved the color green, forest green, like  pine trees and his car. you cared that his favorite place to travel to was ireland, though he hadn't been in a hundred years. that he wanted to go back.

you wanted to go with him. 

he pulled up outside of your house, and as you reached for the door handle, he sped out of the car and opened it for you.

"you don't have to do that. it's not 1910 anymore," you laughed, taking his offered hand and standing.

"yes, i do, darling," he disagreed with a sweet smile. "beauty like that deserves a gentlemanly touch."

you sheepishly smiled at him, "whatever you say, kol."

he offered his arm again, and you closed your hand around the crook of his elbow. he led you to the front door, continuing whatever conversation you'd been having in the car. as you stepped onto the porch, you slowly let go of his arm, and turned to face him.

"thank you for the last few days," you confessed, a deep breath sliding through your teeth. "tonight was the first night in a while where i felt- i don't know- ordinary. everyone keeps treating me like i'm delicate, like i'm small. thanks for treating me like an equal."

kol stepped closer, tilting his head with a smile. "you're strong, darling. they just don't know it yet. you'll prove them wrong."

"yes, i will," you admitted.

kol's mind flashed like it had the other day. you were so eloquent- your personality was sweet and kind. he was intrigued by everything you said. you were very individualistic.

but, you agreed with every single thing he said.

earlier, he'd told you that he absolutely hated olives. and you automatically acted disgusted. he pointed out that they were in your half-eaten salad, and you laughed. "i guess i hadn't noticed."

for the next ten minutes of conversation, you'd picked every single olive out of your salad.

but the way you were looking up at him now erased any doubt. you were probably just a people pleaser.

this, whatever was growing between you, was too real to be what he thought it was.

you stepped closer to kol, bringing his mind  back down to earth. he met your eyes and saw a certain hunger sparked within them. kol reached out his arms, letting his hands slide into a resting spot at your hip, and around your back.

your hands hit his chest, and they slowly snaked up to his neck. kol's eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, plump with desire.

you leaned in further and let your eyes fall shut. kol hesitated, staring at your restful face, heated with peaceful anticipation.

he ignored the sinking feeling and let his own gaze fall shut. he shoved his lips against your own, a passionate, feverish kiss that pushed your back up against the side of your house. you were breathless by the time he pulled back, and you wanted more. as you leaned into him, kol pressed your back into the wall further.

"not yet, darling. patience," he puzzled his lips against yours gently, eyes boring into your own. then, he tore apart from you completely.

you felt warm- hungry for more of his touch. you wanted to kiss him again. but he was right; you should wait. so you let your arms hug your body, like you we’re holding yourself back, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you agreed with a short nod.

kol stopped at the top of the steps, watching as you opened your front door. you leaned against the frame, and he said, "have a good night, darling. don't think about me too much."

your mind blanked, and you cleared it of any image or thought of him. "okay."

kol watched you turn away, watched the door shut firmly behind you. he hesitated on the first step. he couldn't stop thinking about the way your face looked- about how serious you were in your response.

—

a month later, and you were all in.

you texted kol all day, everyday- through class, at home, when you were with caroline, bonnie, and elena. you'd gone hunting at least once a week. you'd been on exactly three dates. he'd kissed you four times.

you were all in.

kol stopped doubting your reactions as he fell deeper into it with you. he convinced himself, as anyone would, that was too real.

and he was right.

you were at work, having just delivered food to a table, when you ran into klaus. he was sitting down in a booth in your section when you made eye contact.

you rolled your eyes and walked up to him. "drink?"

klaus crossed his arms, "now, is that anyway to greet a customer?"

you sighed, wanting to groan and punch the table. "that's the way to greet a customer who's tried to kill your friends a million times over."

klaus looked pleased at the way he angered you. he pushed on, "yet you're so smitten with kol."

you placed your palm down on the table, leaning your weight into it. you popped a hip, settled your other hand onto it. "excuse me? did you actually came to eat or did caroline send you to berate me?"

"oh, love, i'm here on my own free will. just wanted to ask you a couple questions," klaus tilted his head towards the other side of the booth, urging you to sit.

you refused, "so; ask me."

klaus shifted in his seat, peering down at you, "do you do everything kol tells you to?"

a robotic response slipped from your tongue, one you hadn't even thought or wanted to say. "whatever he wants."

you bit your bottom lip, embarrassed by your response. klaus smirked at the answer, "interesting. is that why you can't drink from blood bags? from animals?"

"kol said..." you hesitated, "kol said they're not enough. he said i have to kill or hunt. he said i won't be strong enough unles i do."

klaus stood from the booth, swinging his jacket over his arm. he patted your arm darkly, "that's all i needed. thank you, dear."

you turned on your heel, watching as he walked away. you shook your head and urged the weird situation to roll off your shoulders.

but it was bugging you. every time you wanted to do something, and kol said otherwise, or every time he said anything at all, your actions would only reflect his choices. sometimes you felt like you had no control over yourself.

you chalked it up to being a vampire- maybe that’s what it was when you were in love with someone.

caroline waited around the corner that klaus rounded. stefan stood beside her, leant up against the wall with crossed arms. his features fell flat, dark. caroline looked stressed. klaus stopped in front of them, shrugging. "there you have it."

caroline locked her jaw shut, eyes narrowing, "she's sired."

stefan straightened, "how do we break it?"

klaus shook his head, "you can't. there's no spell or magic ring she can wear."

stefan looked at the floor and thought his way through the situation. "well, that's not technically true, is it, klaus? you chose not to release your sire on your werewolves. but you could have. you could have told them not to be sired. it's as simple as that."

caroline perked up at the idea, "a loophole."

klaus chuckled darkly, "good luck convincing my brother to do that. she's falling for him- that's the first girl in the history of the world to look past his darkness. he won't let that go."

caroline looked frustrated now, and she stomped her foot. "talk to him, then! convince him for us. make him see how wrong this is!"

"you've tried to kill me more times than i can count. why should i?" klaus peered at them.

caroline exhausted all her options, "i'll go on a date with you."

he agreed, but he warned as an afterthought, "the sire bond rules your actions. not your feelings. remember that."

—

kol sat at the grand piano in the living room, fingers daintily trailing across the keys. he glanced back and forth at the sheet music propped up before him, practicing.

he had just been texting you. you wanted to hang out- but you had homework to do. you told him you’d skip the assignment, rush it later and turn in a shitty draft or whatever essay you had to write. he told you that you shouldn’t put him before school, that you should focus and get that stuff done.

so you responded that you’d be shutting your phone off until it was done. that you wouldn’t be in contact.

and it clicked for him.

klaus slowly walked into the room, arms crossed over his buff chest. kol's fingers came to a stop as he heard his brothers foot steps.

"what?" he breathed out, refusing to turn to face his brother.

"we need to talk," klaus stated firmly.

kol knew why. he knew everyone would figure out eventually. he didn't want to admit it to himself. it was hard- letting someone in. but he'd done it, only to find out everything was fake.

he felt the hole in his chest growing, felt the darkness swallowing him up. love was lost in him. after spending eternity utterly alone, his hopes were being given up. 

and this would be the end of the line. because the universe was proving, time and time again, that he didn’t deserve it.

he wouldn't be able to recover after having to let you go.

so he would play dumb for now and revel in what bits of you he got to have.

klaus slid onto the bench beside him, his heart tugging for his brother. as much as he hated his family, he still cared for them. he hurt for them.

especially kol.

"i spoke to y/n today."

kol flinched at your name. he pressed the c key. "oh?"

klaus stared down at the piano keys, shoulders slouched. "kol...brother, she's sired. to you."

in one flash, kol hooked his fingers on the underneath of the piano, and flipped it across the room. it shattered against the wall, breaking the large picture window. pieces of wood flew out of the house, and glass and various other piano parts splattered across the floor. kol stood there, chest heaving up and down, and face hot with anger.

klaus didn't even flinch.

kol wiped at the spittle on his chin. he glared at the broken piano, at the sheet music on the floor.

yesterday, when he'd called you on the phone to tell you goodnight, he'd let it slip that he used to play piano. you had gasped, and said that it was amazing. that he needed to play something for you sometime. he had began practicing the second he got off the phone with you.

he was going to learn a song for you.

kol closed his fists, fighting the urge to hit something or throw something else. he growled, the veins protruding under his eyes, his fangs prominent.

he turned to face klaus, but held his head proudly. "i have to go."

klaus stood up, and reached for his brothers shoulder. kol skirted from his touch with another growl. klaus breathed out, "kol, you have to let-"

kol yelled in response. no words formed through his temper; he just yelled.

"let her go," klaus finished.

kol stormed out of the room, nearly breaking the front door to the house as he left.

klaus stood there, defeatedly, mourning for his brother.

—

you were with caroline, sprawled out on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite romantic comedy. she'd made cookies for your self-proclaimed girls night, and you shoveled microwave popcorn in your face.

caroline was talking boys, as always. she was complaining about tyler and his weird wolfy situationships, and about klaus and his charming- manipulative- romantic advances. you listened blankly, watching the television from the corner of your vision.

caroline threw a popcorn kernel at your face, "hello! are you even listening to me?" 

you perked up, meeting her gaze. "what-? oh, yes. i am listening. tyler is annoying and klaus is hot, but also annoying."

caroline laughed, but frowned at you, "i'm not allowed to agree with that."

"but you dooooo," you winked at her. "just break up with tyler. go be with klaus. he's hot, fun, dangerous."

"i didn't know you were suddenly into bad guys," she nibbled on the cookie in her hands, glancing between you and the tv. her eyes went blank as she went off on one of her tangents, "i mean, i know you being into kol isn't completely, exactly in your control. like, you're weirdly into him, but consciously you're not all there to question yourself like i know you would. it's still weird, obviously. youve just always been against bad boys. and, now- i don’t know- but what's with this klaus is hot thing? where'd that come from-"

"what?" you swallowed the popcorn in your mouth. your brows furrowed, confusion washing your features down.

caroline paused, and her eyes went wide. she tried to cover up her slip, "klaus. i mean why do you think he's hot? and why do you think i should go for him? he's killed tons of people-"

"what?" you sat up, the popcorn bowl spilling from your lap and into the floor.

caroline wouldn't meet your stare. she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth so it was occupied.

"caroline, what do you mean it's not in my control? what does that mean?" you felt defensive, like you always felt anymore whenever someone would say something against kol.

caroline swallowed thickly, "n-nothing. i didn't say that, actually. i said-"

"caroline!" 

her head flipped towards you, blonde curls sprawling across her back. "okay...don't freak out. but you're sorta, kinda, maybe...sired to kol."

your jaw went slack, and you looked at her blankly. so many emotions rushed through your body- confusion being at the top of the list that you could decipher.

but it made sense. you loved olives. you never wanted to kill your coworker. you hated feeding off of human beings. you didn’t want to be okay about seeing kol.

you felt betrayed by your own body.

betrayed by him. had he known all this time? had he carefully calculated your actions in order to manipulate your feelings? was he just using you?

if that there were the case, why had he been so kind? was that his tactic?

so that was the reason why you couldn't drink blood- why you were unable to do anything but hunt down the locals.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. "what does that mean, care?" you didn’t know enough to truly understand.

"well? anytime he says anything, you automatically agree with him. you do anything he says," she spoke slowly, a strange rhythm to her usually frantic word choice. "but it doesn't affect your feelings whatsoever."

"are you sure?" you questioned, hopeful. "what if he was manipulating me into feeling this way? you're right- when i was a human, i would've never done this."

"i mean...i guess that's possible,"

she paused. she reached for your hand, squeezing gently. "but did he ever say anything to insinuate that?"

you didn't want to admit it to yourself now that you knew the truth.

but you were falling in love with him. and he hadn't told you to do that.

you were confused, speechless, because it was a terrible situation. if you admitted how you felt, he would think the entire thing was manipulated. that you were lying. but if he didn't know you were sired, and you told him, he'd eventually find out, and still think your feelings were fake.

was there a way out of this?

because as your feelings sorted, you’d hoped you’d be able to come out of this with him.

"caroline, i..." your voice broke. "i think i love him. i know it's wrong- and he's a monster. but i can't help it. the first day i went over there, i didn't know why. i just felt drawn to him, like i was supposed to be there. and every time he'd tell me to do something- every time my actions were affected by the sire, it felt like an obligation. i knew something was off. but every time i think about my feelings for him, every time i'm with him, and every time i look at him- i feel like i'm making the conscious choice to love him. like i wake up everyday and choose to want to be with him. and it's not a chore. it's real."

caroline's features softened. for the first time that you spoke of him, she was willing to listen. she was sympathetic. "i think you need to go to him."

you hesitated, but stood from the couch. "really?"

caroline's eyes were watery, but she smiled with a relieved-sounding laugh. "yeah. i think you do. i think you need to go to him and tell him how you feel. tell him the sire bond means nothing to you. just- tell

him what you told me."

caroline stood and you threw yourself into her arms. she squeezed you tightly, and watched as you left. just as your front door shut behind you, kol appeared on the porch before you.

you felt a relief, like him being there would solve all of your problems.

you swiped at your eyes, willing the tears to go away. "oh," you laughed slightly, "speak of the devil."

kol's eyes were dark, void of any of the light you'd grown accustomed to. he stood rock-hard, a solid force of nature, against you.

"we need to talk," he sneered. his jaw was locked shut, teeth pressed together angril.

concern laced your tone, and you reached out to him, "wait, what's wrong? what happened?"

kol breathed heavily, deeply, "stay back."

your body went slack, and you did as he said. "kol? what's going on?"

his eyes softened slightly at the distress in your voice, at the state of the situation between you. "you're sired to me, darling."

you were grateful for that nickname- that it was there at the end of such a cruel sentence. it was a comfort, an eye in a storm. it was his humanity shining through, no matter how hardened and devoid he thought he was.

you nodded, "i know. caroline just told me. but- it's okay. it doesn't affect my feelings. it doesn't matter. i lov-"

kol interrupted you fiercely, "no. it does matter. you never would've gone to dinner with me if you weren't sired. you never would've shown up to my house if you weren't sired. bloody hell- you would've killed me. you would've stuck a dagger in my chest if you weren't sired to me. your witch would've locked me in that cave for the rest of time. it matters, y/n."

you hated hearding your name. it was harsh and sad in this state. your chest ached with disagreement, but the sire bond forced you to side with him. you didn't want to- you tried to fight against it. but you didn't know if it was possible, or if you were even strong enough to fight it off.

"kol- no-!" you tried to interrupt.

"stop talking, darling," he looked defeated as he said it, knowing what it meant.

you watched tears spill out of his eyes, carving their way down his cheeks. it burned in your chest. you fought against the supernatural, trying to break from the bond just to hold him. to comfort him. to tell him you loved him.

kol licked his bottom lip, trying to regain composure. "darling- i have to- you are no longer bonded to me. you don't have to do anything i say. you will act on your own accord- you will feel on your own-"

as you fought against the bond, a 'no!' slipped from your lips.

kol hesitated, a spark of hoping lit like a match between you. he snuffed it out- "when i leave, do not come after me. i let you go- i'm letting you go."

you sobbed into the night air, chest aching in response to his words. couldn't he see? couldn't he see past the darkness? you cared! your feelings weren't affected!

you felt a physical and spiritual weight as you pushed against the bond. it shifted slightly- for a second, you stopped caring. for a second, you almost turned around and went inside. because he had released you. and he turned to leave.

but, you snapped out of the bond completely, choosing to keep fighting it off. for him.

“no!" you yelled, moving from your spot. you stumbled forward, but caught yourself on the balls of your feet. kol peered over his shoulder, but paid no mind. he simply thought you were released and we’re going to go inside any moment now.

he took a step down, onto the first ledge of the stairs.

"no, kol," you spoke, louder this time. "stay. please- stay. please don't leave!"

kol slowly turned back to face you. his face relaxed, shock displaying across his features.

"stay, kol," you sobbed, "i love you."

kol stepped back up onto the porch, his brows furrowing. "wha-what?"

"the sire bond doesn't affect my feelings. it didn't- the entire time. maybe i never would've come to you if it hadn't brought me to you- but i made the conscious decision to fall in love with you. i chose that! not you, not the universe just me."

"i can't-" he stuttered, "i can't believe you. it doesn't make any sense."

"but it does," you stepped closer to him, "how can it not? even more so now- you've released me from the sire bond and i'm standing here in front of you telling you i love you! that's my choice. it's my decision."

kol took a slow step forward. he reached his hands out, but dropped them back at his sides. "ho-how do you know?"

"kol," you laughed sardonically, "please believe me, kol. compel me, cast a spell! something. please! just please know that i am telling the truth. i love you."

kol almost did- he almost compelled you. but as you moved closer to each other, he saw something in your eyes. it's usual brightness, it's light, extraordinarily warm though you were dead.

he wanted to run away from the truth because he was afraid. he'd never let someone in before. he was frightened you would leave when things got bad.

and he even took a step backwards.

but, then he made the conscious decision to try- to love you.

he stepped forward and at that movement, you did, too.

you jumped into his embrace, gripping at the front of his shirt. he pressed his lips into yours fiercely, holding you flush against his chest. he kissed you so harshly, you bent backwards to support his weight. you exchanged a giggle, but pushed back to steady your bodies.

he pulled away, breathless, to say, "i love you, too. i love you so much, darling. i love you."

and he did.

he loved you.

[klausysworld]

hiii maybe you could do like a head cannon about enemies to lovers with klaus and they both love each other from the start just can’t really admit it and eventually when they’re alone somewhere klaus finally kisses her

Enemies to Lovers- Klaus HCs:

You and Klaus have been on opposite teams since the start. He brought nothing but havoc to mystic falls and you just wanted to keep it in one piece.

Him killing Elena didn’t overly bother you seeing as she came back, but then he turned stefans humanity off, nearly killed Jeremy and had Tyler bite Caroline in the space of a few weeks.

He was making it impossible to ever like him.

When Damon and Katherine had summoned his ‘father’ Mikael, you had sympathised with him.

When you found him crying silently on the steps of the Lockwood mansion, you quietly sat next to him just so he wasn’t alone. Without a word he leaned his head to your shoulder and you held his hand in comfort.

Since that day you both felt something for each other.

Klaus was certain that his feelings were one sided. The look you had on your face when you had seem the things he had done. He knew that you saw him as a monster and he decided it wasn’t worth trying to prove you wrong.

You noticed the change in demeanour quickly. He would always give you a look as though he were challenging you after he had done something awful.

The threatening glint in his eye as he approached you covered in blood, it was unknown whose it was but it wasn’t something you wanted to question.

That side of him you didn’t understand. The darkness swarmed around him like moths to a flame. And yet he didn’t ever look particularly fulfilled like he said he was. “Killing is what satisfies me, it’s what makes me happy, perhaps it’s just because I’m sick in the head, a thousand years can do that you know”

But he was a liar. For guilt and shame still floated within his heart whether he was ready to admit it or not. Unfortunately for him, you were still able to see some of it.

And at times you found yourself liking him more and more. Like when you had rushed to Carolines to her aid her, only to find a nervous original leant against his car

“Klaus?” You called confused and he looked to you instantly “i healed her” he muttered as he opened his car door and got in, quickly shutting the door and starting the car only for you to run and get in the passenger side. “You what?” “Get out” he demanded, his cold demeanour immediately back as he almost threw you out the car a drove off

He was a confusing character. He made it easy to dislike him.

He became ruder and snippier. Pushing and prodding and your insecurities to get a rise out of you. And what made it worse was that he always succeeded. You always bit back, yelling at him, one time he shoved too hard and you threw a book at his face, it was unexpected and hit him hard. But he didn’t do anything back, the shock was running through him as he stared at you in shock. The same surprise on your face as you hurriedly rushed out the room and back home.

He teased you relentlessly about your little outburst, always pretending to flinch when you would move your arms. He made you feel worse and you began avoiding him.

Klaus realised your distance and began making further effort to get in your way. ‘To ruin her day’ he told himself but deep down he knew that it was because he just wanted to be around you.

You became accustomed to his insistent behaviour and built a tolerance to him.

Slowly he grew a little softer when with you, even if he didn’t notice it much.

His personality was naturally flirty, it only seemed to amplify around you. But his affection also came with touchiness, and that became almost normalised for the two of you, to joke about and have a hand on one another.

When the mystic falls gang noticed they confronted you and shamed you. So once again you tried to pull away from Klaus, stand by the people you had grown up with instead of the man who had harmed them.

But he always came back, he was far too persistent and knew which buttons to press to tick you off, to have you sticking around longer

He found he didn’t care if the majority of your conversations consisted of yelling and screaming if it meant you spent time with him.

And you almost craved those moments where you would let out and all pent up emotions without judgement because who was he to judge you?

It was when he had called you in a case emergency, urging you to come to his house, did you realise how deep your feelings had grown over the months of messing about.

He was practically crawling across the floor, yelling in agony as he tried to explain the white oak embedded in his back.

The only way to finally bring him out of his delusion was to kiss him. To take his mind completely off the situation. He was mid rant about how he should never had called you, you were useless and never cared for him, he didn’t know why he even thought of you.

You swiftly reminded him why as he melted to your touch, not missing his chance to show you just how talented he could be, his hands knowing where go touch to have you moan in his mouth and cling to him by his shoulders.

When you pulled away, you both panted heavily, staring at each other with shock and…a little something else.

[l-r-christian]

Could you do an imagine about what it's like if you were dating both Elijah and Kol? I love your work!

my two favorite Originals yes and yes

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, Protective!Elijah and Kol, Soft bean Y/N, soft Elijah and Kol

A/N: I finally got back in to the swing of things and soon new parts of series will be coming out soon but for now enjoy these Headcanons

Both met Y/N back in Mystic Falls and was the only one not rushing to Elena's aid every single moment of the day

Y/N was the only one in the Scooby gang that treated the Originals like people and not enemies

Y/N was nearly killed by Elena when saving Kol from Jeremy and Elena

After that Elijah and Kol was always around Y/N, following her, helping her with things

It started off with friendship that soon turned into dinner dates then lovers

Klaus, Rebekah, and Finn tries to understand just what does Elijah and Kol sees in Y/N

The Scooby gang tries to break the lovers up as they don't approve of the relationship

Damon only had to touch Y/N once before both Originals had him pinned to a wall fangs bared threatening him

Elena believing that Kol and Elijah are only dating Y/N to get to her

"Elena, my brother and I care deeply for Y/N. So I suggest that you tell Damon to back off."

Elijah is always spoiling Y/N with gifts while Kol was always taking her out on dates

Elijah and Kol are willing to kill to keep their little darling safe

"Touch her again Damon and I will remove your arms. I'm sure Elijah will help me." "Of course I will Kol."

Elijah is the most dominant in the relationship as Kol tends to be softer with their lover

Y/N is too innocent for her own good as it drives both Elijah and Kol crazy making both want to ruin her

Both tend to be very possessive and territorial of Y/N if anyone flirts with her or getting too close to her

Y/N has many new dresses and books from her many trips with the two Originals

"I love you Eli, Kol." "Love you more darling." Cue Y/N giggling as both vampires peppered her with kisses

Y/N loves cooking for Elijah and Kol

Showers with Kol and hot relaxing baths with Elijah

Both aren't allowed in Y/N's bed at the same time as the last time they got competitive in see who could make her come the most, Y/N couldn't walk for a week

Kol has a thing to make Y/N get as loud as he could get her just to annoy Elijah

Elijah loves seeing just how much he could ruin Y/N, Elijah isn't satisfied until Y/N is in tears and is shaking

Kol takes a more slow approach with Y/N breaking her softly

"Look how gorgeous you are, crying and whining for more elskan."

Elijah will never say it out aloud but he has bit of a breeding kink and Kol knows this as he teases Elijah about it

Kol loves it when Y/N rides his face and will have her do it for hours

Public teasing?! Yes Sir as both will and has teased Y/N in many places

Kol likes to encourage Y/N to be brat around Elijah

"Such a naughty girl, now Sir has to punish you." Cue Y/N shivering as she right way layed on the bed

Rebekah and Klaus staying away from the house when the three lovers were alone

Elijah encouraging Y/N to tie Kol down, having her Dom the wildest Mikaelson and it was the hottest thing they had ever seen

Y/N loves Elijah's hands and Kol's eyes which when both vampires learn this they tease her endlessly with it

Y/N follows them both to New Orleans and Elijah gets the three their own place when Klaus begs him to

"Please 'Lijah, me and Rebekah wishes for sleep at night." "Niklaus, we aren't that aloud."

Hayley and Davina brings out of Y/N which leads her to try and dominate her lovers to show people who they belong to

Kol and Elijah tends to hold Y/N close at night as both are prone to nightmares and Y/N hums them back to sleep

These two are very loyal to their small lover as they will not leave her side

Promising Always and Forever

The boys marrying Y/N to unite both the human and vampire Factions also they just wanted an excuse to show off their love for Y/N

Kol and Elijah taking their roles as Y/N's husbands seriously as they are even more protective of her

[an-entity-i-think]

Merlin & Gwen Bestfriends

"Uh.... no."

Arthur watches as Merlin's nose wrinkles in confusion before falling into complete confidence regardless of the fact that it's one of the most backwards, stupid responses he has ever given Arthur in their years of friendship.

Which is saying a lot.

Eye twitching, Arthur almost seething, "What the hell do you mean 'um no'," he ends mockingly.

Merlin rolls his eyes before looking back at him with an 'isn't this obvious?' kind of look.

"Gwen tells me everything. And by everything, I mean everything."

Arthur makes a face as if he's not sure what that entails and not sure if he wants to.

"I do the same of course. She knows things about me that you'd only dream about knowing-"

Arthur's face intensifies on what that means and if he wants to know what that means, and also if he should be upset by what that means, and also also by the fact he isn't upset by what that may mean and what that may mean.

Merlin gives him a brief look of pity and amusement, before continuing.

"I heard all the juicy details about Lancelot when they were almost a thing way back. And I've heard all the more juicy details about you."

Arthur's eye twitches. He pretends it isn't from a mix of embarrassment and wild curiosity.

Giving him a fonder, softer look, Merlin finishes with a smile, "I've also heard about how excited she was to marry you for hours into the night. Just last night in fact. So, no. I bet if you asked her right now, she's probably crying or something in immense guilt and will probably say something like 'I don't know what happened, Arthur, I was suddenly there and it was just suddenly happening and I'm so sorry'," Merlin ends in a mystically good impression of Guinevere.

Arthur stares blankly.

Merlin blinks and then looks at him deadpan, "Because she was obviously enchanted. Probably from the bracelet she's wearing that I've never seen before. Probably from the fake Lance that was 'suddenly' revived that doesn't act anything like him. And also you should probably trust your betrothed more instead of thinking the worst of her."

Arthur just blinks for a moment before scowling, "And why didn't you day something half an hour ago?"

Merlin rolls his eyes, "Because Agravaine was there. And as soon as I say something he would have been like 'No, Arthur. Don't you see your manservant is trying to manipulate you? Never trust anyone blah blah blah except me of course. I may have abandoned you for years and only shown up right when you were most vulnerable but trust me! Unlike the others who actually love you of course...'"

Again in a weirdly good impression,

Merlin huffs exasperated as he grabs the rest of the clothes, putting them into a laundry basket, as Arthur just looks at him with eyebrows slowly rising, "And then! You would have been such a prat and started prattling on about you can't trust Gwen even though you've been together for years and know full well that she loves you and would never cheat and- ugh did you seriously stuff your socks under the sofa padding? What's wrong with you?"

Arthur watches as Merlin pulls out a sock from the sofa that's been there for who knows how long in disgust before flinging it into the basket.

Merlin looks up at him and blinks, "Wait what was I talking about?"

Arthur gives him a head ruffle and pretends he doesn't miss the softness of Merlins hair immediately after and walks towards the door, "I'm going to talk to Guinevere now. Bye."

Merlin absently responds in similar and the last thing Arthur sees before closing the door is his manservants face in disgust once again as he finds the other sock.

Well. Maybe he should talk to Guinevere first, after all. And maybe talk to her about some other things, too.

[moremaybank]

being part of the mystic falls gang and klaus being wrapped around your little finger...headcanons

having klaus mikaelson wrapped around your finger while being part of the mystic falls gang would include…

klaus masterlist

to this day you have no idea why, but klaus has always had a soft spot for you

okay, ‘soft spot’ is a HUGE understatement

the man was on his knees for you (still is)

he practically worships the ground you walk on

the group is always using you as a distraction tool for him

“damon, is it really necessary to pimp me out?”

“relax, you don’t have to sleep with him. he’s obsessed with you, just keep him distracted. it’ll be a piece of cake”

sigh

he pops up EVERYWHERE you go

"as much as i love having my own personal stalker, klaus, you're starting to get really annoying"

"let's not lie to each other, love. we both know you enjoy my company"

he shows up at your door with a large box and an invitation to his family's ball

you were adamant about not attending, but then rebekah invited matt as her date and caroline insisted that you two go as back up

so you get all dolled up, and put on the dress klaus gave you (look, you had nothing else to wear, okay?), and arrive at the mikaelson ball

klaus spends the night by your side, attempting to woo you with his fancy, expensive champagne, his dance skills, and his artistic talents

by the time you're leaving, you've somehow agreed to be friends with him

"i'm only agreeing to this if you promise to leave my friends alone"

"for you, i'll try"

klaus is always folding on his evil plans because he wants to see you smile

"i thought you were busy trying to kidnap elena?"

"i was going to, but i chose not to. because of you"

he finds any way he can to escort you to town events

his excuse is that if he's there, he can scare off all the guys that will try (and fail) to hit on you

"don't worry, love. i'll be there to defend your honour"

being on the receiving end of his signature crooked smiles

and his compliments

and his charm

he's there to help you with anything you need

him gifting you art that he made for you

he hears that your favourite band is coming to virginia and he compels them to do a special concert for you

klaus sharing his softer side with you because he doesn't have to worry about being the 'big bad hybrid' with you

soft and gentle touches, like a hand on your arm or the small of your back

he sends two of his hybrids to guard your house when you're worried for their safety (the perks of dealing with supernatural drama)

promising you that he will never let anyone harm you, or let you get caught up in his plans

he's always there for you when you need him

when you're sad he wants to tear the world apart

he'd do anything to make you happy (even avoiding killing your friends)

~

a/n: not proofread. i'm sorry i'm lazy

[klonnieshippersclub]

How do you think Klonnie could have gone in Tvd s3-s4 if the writers had decided explore that instead of KI*roline?

Season 3 is a nice set up for Bonnie to separate from her friends and for or potential lover/friend to step in. We have being cheated on and neither Caroline or Elena wanted to tell her. Abby being turned and Bonnie dealing with that abandonment again. Esther leeching off Bonnie’s bloodline. Klaus caring for his survival and taking an interest in Bonnie could all start in season 3. Klaus decides to "comfort" Bonnie in her hardship purely because he needs an ally with Alaric on the loose. Klaus serves almost as a mentor walking her though the spells in Esther's grimoire. Bonnie would only be using him for his magical knowledge. She keeps giving him unsolicited advice about being an alpha to his hybrids. There’s the shared history with Ayana, Klaus wouldn’t pass up on telling Bonnie stories of her. Allowing Bonnie to see a softer side to him than he normally presents. He distracts her with stories of her ancestors when she gets real mad at him.

Season 4, Bonnie would still dabble in expression, meet with Shane but Klaus would call out Shane’s predatory behavior and liking to the witch. He knows what it looks like because he wants the same thing. Shane isn't competition but Klaus needs Bonnie to understand why he doesn't want to share her with anyone else. She belongs to him. He's the one teaching Bonnie the Aramaic language, not Shane. Klaus is telling her about her family history that the Salvatores neglected to share. Shane isn't worthy to breath the same air as her.

As Bonnie continues to go through Expression, dealing with Silas and teaming up with Klaus. He’d push the thought of leaving Mystic Falls out there for Bonnie to consider. She doesn’t have to get a triple dorm with her friends and Bonnie shouldn’t just forgive Elena so easily either. No Jeremy won’t be brought back to life. Bonnie would need more than a simple I love you out of Klaus but she’d believe him more through his actions. She’s been through a lot too, and would put herself and needs first right after she graduates.

[jazzafterhours]

neither of them is sure who kissed who first.

after card nights at the hanged man, someone always walks merrill home to make sure she's safe on the dark lowtown streets, and tonight is isabela's turn. they're both warm and content from the atmosphere of the tavern, and from having a good evening with their friends. merrill is feeling light with it. as the years go on, she feels her friendships with hawke and the others strengthening, and that means everything to her. isabela must be feeling similarly, because she's had a hand on the small of merrill back since they took the steps down into the alienage together. they've swayed closer to each other, shoulders pressing, keeping the tavern's heat from dissipating in the cool night air.

at merrill's door, the kiss happens like an inevitability, isabela's arm still around merrill's back, merrill's hands coming up to cup isabela's face in her palms. isabela is an amazing kisser. she has told merrill some of the tales favoured on ships about mystical creatures at sea who lure sailors to their death with beautiful songs. kissing isabela feels kind of like that, but merrill knows she's entirely safe.

when they part, isabela smiles softer than merrill has ever seen. it's mesmerizing.

"would you like to come inside?" merrill asks.

isabela's eyes search hers, looking torn. "are you sure about that, kitten?"

isabela is clear about her interest in sex (other than the times she uses innuendo; merrill still hasn't caught up with the phrases enough to always catch it). merrill knows isabela has a lot of experience. she also knows isabela and the others are more protective over her than they need to be.

"quite sure," merrill insists, "unless you aren't--"

isabela chuckles. "oh, sweet thing, i'd eat you right up, if you let me."

this is one of those turns of phrase that merrill doesn't quite understand, but she at least knows it's a good thing, in this context, and that she will very much enjoy letting isabela 'eat her right up'.

"well that's settled, then," merrill says brightly. she plucks her house key out of the pouch on her belt, gesturing isabela inside. "so sorry about--"

"the mess," isabela finishes for her with a lilt of humour in her voice. merrill supposes she does apologize for the state of her home a little too often. "if you want this, i promise you, your place will be even messier by the time i'm done with you."

a spark of heat flares through merrill at the promise in those words. need overcomes her, and she closes the distance between them again, kissing isabela like a request for more.

isabela obliges.

they stumble into a table, sending a couple books to the floor--merrill will feel bad about it later, but in the moment, she hardly notices. pieces of clothing end up strewn everywhere. they don't make it into the bedroom the first time, finding themselves on the rug in front of the hearth.

isabela doesn't do anything in halves, but, then, neither does merrill. she gives as good as she gets, learns that isabela likes her hair being pulled, learns that isabela likes it rough, but also that she likes some sweetness, too. merrill manages to make her come by simultaneously kissing her gently and grinding her thigh up against her.

when they're both thoroughly spent and catching their breath together in bed, isabela says, "you're a little more ferocious than i thought, aren't you, kitten?"

merrill curls the fingers of the hand she has resting on isabela's bare sternum, raking them down to her navel. "maybe next time you'd like to see my claws?"

in the candlelight, isabela's warm eyes glint beautifully, deep brown and gold. "is that a promise?"

"yes, it is," merrill says with a soft laugh. they're going to have a lot of fun together.

for now, they fall asleep tucked together, still sharing warmth.

as promised, merrill's house is considerably messier in the morning. for once, she's pleased about it.

[shira-hoe-shi]

A Mutual 'Oh Fuck.'

Kidlawlu magic!genderbend WIP

I started working on this when I had a surprise two hours free at work and needed somewhere to channel all of my directionless energy.

This is strictly a WIP. I'm not saying I'm not going to write more of this, but it feels a little too happy for what I'm looking to write rn?

But! I still thought someone might like it and I wanted to share bc I'm always looking for constructive feedback to become stronger writer :) + I'm really struggling with how to turn an idea into a finished piece.

The details are irrelevant—who poured the last round of drinks, who started the inevitable dick measuring contest, who pissed off the island’s resident mystic.

What matters right now is the jackhammer working to ram its way out of Kid’s skull. He feels like shit. The inside of his mouth is dry and he realizes with a grimace, wiping the back of one arm against his face, that the corners of his mouth are crusted over. Pushing himself up to his elbows, Kid sucks in a deep breath, curling the air at the back of his throat in an attempt to dislodge a night’s worth of mucus from his sinuses. He spits haphazardly to the side, not even sparing a glance to where the warm splat makes contact.

Sitting up completely, Kid buries his face in his hands, digging his knuckles into his eye sockets, dislodging sleep and bringing himself fully into the realm of the living. It’s bright as fuck. His chest hurts; his chest feels fucking heavy.

He stretches his arms high over his head with a pop before snapping his neck from side to side with the swift cracks. Joints settled, Kid lets a hand fall to his bare chest to idly check for damage. Had he gotten into a fight? Finally given that twink bastard Trafalgar Law something to really be goomy about; maybe a goose egg or a split lip on that shitty smirking face.

Kid’s fingers prod intently. His skin is tender. It’s soft? His frown deepens, eyes snapping fully awake and down.

Does he have fucking tits?

Kid is scrambling to his feet and he doesn’t scream, but there’s a high pitched wheeze that slips out of him that feels dangerously close. He doesn’t make it to his feet, legs tangling and suddenly he’s falling ass over tin cups before meeting the wall with a hard thud.

And it gets worse. So much worse. Because Kid didn’t trip over a mess of blankets or a pile of discarded laundry. No, he has one ankle hooked under none other than Trafalgar Law who’s now snapping awake and jostling a similarly entwined Straw hat Luffy with him.

Law’s staring at him and he’s staring back, a mutual oh fuck dawning across their faces in an instant.

Law is still, well, Law, but softer somehow. The hard lines of his chin dulled, lips full and swollen despite the tightness of the sneer they’re pulled into, and—oh shit—shirt ruffled and unbuttoned, allowing one pert breast to peek through. Small. Maybe a handful, not Kid’s hand to be sure because that dude is massive, but… the tendrils of his tattoo dip and bend to their body’s new curves, swirling snuggly against one taut, brown nipple.

Maybe his eyes linger a second too long, maybe his mouth falls a millimeter too wide, but Law is growling and wrenching the two sides of his shirt together.

“Eustass-ya,” his voice like gravel through clenched teeth, “what the fuck did you do?”

Indignant. In an instant.

[... something something “Me!? You creepy bastard you’re the one who likes playing with body parts y’sick fuck”]

[..something something Luffy’s eyes are still heavy with sleep and though he’s sat up enough to take in the room, if there’s something amiss, he certainly hasn’t realized it yet.]

[Kid has huge tits; Luffy looks almost exactly the same lmao]