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hollowed-hallowed · 2 years

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AU-gust Day 27: Adoptive Family

Quidem Sepositam et Conditam Series - Part One

Bare Your Teeth

“Time is wasting up. I’m not losing sleep. Don’t just stand and stare, Come on and bare your teeth.” —Bare, Wildes

Bonnie is a Mikaelson, even in name, hidden from the world as the last Bennett Witch.

Family above all.

Sometimes family is more than those you share a name with. Sometimes it comes in the shape of choices, the people you fight side-by-side with. Bonnie finds these people in a group of friends studying with her at a university in New Orleans. They’re different, like her. They’ve made a family, like her. In their presence, she’s changing. Soon, Bonnie discovers herself adrift between her fathers’ disappointment and her friends’ acceptance, testing the boundaries of always and forever.

(Adopted by: Klaus & Elijah Mikaelson)

(Love Interests: Bonnie x Kira Yukimura; Bonnie x Malia Tate)

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Hymns For The Wicked

“There'll be no rest for the wicked. There's no song for the choir. There's no hope for the weary, If you let them win without a fight.” —No Rest For The Wicked, Lykke Li

Bonnie was no stranger to loss. The supernatural world has taken the few people she could call her own. But there was no escape from that in a place like New Orleans. Her adoptive uncle briefly takes Bonnie away to California before returning to look after the humans left behind and her adoptive cousin, Camille.

As tensions rise, so does the relationship Bonnie has with the vampire leader, Marcel. Bonnie cannot tell if he’s a friend or an enemy after countless encounters. The one thing that she does know is that the only person allowed to hurt him is her. That resolve gets put to the test when the Originals arrive in town looking to take back what they think is theirs.

(Adopted by: Father O’Connell)

(Love Interest: Boncel)

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Normal Girl

“This time next year, I'll be livin' so good. Won't remember your name, I swear. Livin' so good, livin' so good, livin' so good. This time next year, I'll be livin' so good. Won't remember no pain, I swear. Before that, you figured out, that I was just a normal girl.” —Normal Girl, SZA

To beat a villain, you have to be the better villain. Being good didn’t always mean you’d win. Bonnie learned those lessons the hard way on the road with her adopted sister, Hayley.

Theo Raeken caused dissension the moment he stepped into their lives. He needed to go. Scott couldn’t bare to do the necessary evil, so Bonnie would do it for him. Breaking up with her boyfriend in a scheme to defeat Theo seemed like the only way to get him out of their lives for good. The witch wasn’t prepared for the chimera’s unique charm or the determination of her ex-boyfriend to win her back.

(Adopted by: Hayley Marshall)

(Love Interests: Bonnie x Scott McCall; Bonnie x Theo Raeken)

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On The Tides of Her Altar

“Bind me to your will, bind me with these threads of sorrow, and gather me out of the afternoon where I have torn my soul on twenty monstrous altars, offering all things but myself.” ―Leonard Cohen

They started out as two girls in an attic. Weeks together helped to unlock memories of lives before. Of sisters and friendship. Of deep love and deeper betrayal. Of promises to never repeat the same mistakes, only to find themselves back on familiar shores. Especially in the familiar face of an old lover who is unfortunately sharing a body with a Mikaelson.

(Adopted by: Marcel Gerard)

(Love Interests: Kennett; Bonnie x Kaleb Westphall; Bonnie x Nuada)

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With Love Like This

“We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.” ―Pablo Neruda

Bonnie Bennett is set to be the next coven leader of the Garden District, even though she was adopted into the New Orleans coven instead of being born into it. As the protégé of the Regent, Bonnie has taken over some of the duties of the position as Josephine’s health declines. Duties that include keeping the Mikaelsons at bay. And when an old friend with her humanity off and the Original in a suit come to make problems for the Regent, Bonnie steps in to manage the issue, only to end up on the wrong side of a curse.

(Adopted by: Josephine LaRue)

(Love Interests: Bonlijah; Bonnie x Cora Hale)

#au-gust 2022 #bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries #the originals #teen wolf #hollowed-hallowed writing

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eternityunicorn · 3 years

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Hello there! Was there any ships that you never thought about it at the beginning but when you saw/read them together you end up shipping pretty hard?

Hiya, anon! Hope you’re doing well! 🤗😊

Honestly, I have no idea! The closest ships that I can think of are that are like that for myself would be: Elijah Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore/Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore. Although I wouldn’t say that I ship them hard, I definitely have a soft spot for them and could totally see them as being a thing, kinda like Elijah Mikaelson x Camille O’Connell (Camilijah).

#thanks for the ask!#sadie answers anon ask #anon ask answered #ships not considered until they were #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elijah x damon #klaus x stefan #the vampire diaries

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Hi!! I saw that requests were open and I just read the Sweater fic and had to follow! 💓I was wondering if you could maybe do a song fic(like it’s loosely based off a song)? The song would be Delicate by Taylor Swift, I was thinking fluff and lil angst? With Klaus a human!reader 💓

HEY I"M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG (and that it's absolute trash) I TRIED TO FINISH IT FASTER BUT THE ENDING WASN'T WORKING!!! I hope you like it, it's not quite what you asked for but I tried!!!

ALSO, attention lovelies, I've been reading everywhere people saying things like "Klaus keeps being written wrong". I, personally, don't think you can write a character wrong. The whole point of this is that you can do whatever you want with the character. So, that being said, if that's how you feel then you'll probably hate this. If not, enjoy babes!

Delicate | Klaus Mikaelson

Description: Based off the song "Delicate" by Taylor Swift. I did it to the acoustic version, not a big deal but the vibe matches that version better. Basically Y/n works at a bar in New Orleans, it's hinted at that it's Rousseau's but it isn't named. Klaus comes in looking for Camille but finds her instead. One thing leads to another and she ends up in the Mikaelson compound doing things she wouldn't normally do. Terrible description, even I don't know wtf I wrote. Good luck, you will need it.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Human!Reader

Warnings: It's cheesy. Like throw up in your mouth cheesy. Not realistic (to be fair what really is, isn't that why we do this?)

Word count: 3877

Tags: slight angst, FLUFF

(Not my picture :) )

The bar where you work is empty, something that’s surprising at almost eleven on a Saturday. Usually it’s packed, filled with whoever the wind blows in from the streets of New Orleans. That being said, not the most model citizens. You run a cloth over the counter, wiping away non-existent crumbs. You don’t mind a full bar but tonight you’re drained. You don’t mind the silence.

There’s one person, a man, sitting at the end of the counter. He ordered a drink over an hour ago, one of the cheaper beers you have to offer, that he’s still nursing. He keeps checking the clock on the wall, every five minutes or so. Stood up. You see it a lot. You don’t feel like talking, though, especially not to a man who has just had his ego stomped on. You just keep wiping the counter.

The man finally leaves at a quarter to twelve. He lasted longer than most, you’ll give him that. You don’t feel bad for him. You don’t know him. There’s a chance he deserved it. Scratch that, you’re in New Orleans, he definitely deserved it. When he’s out the door you pour yourself a drink. You have an hour left, the bar’s dead, and you’ve cleaned everything. Twice. You deserve it.

When you take the first sip of your rum and coke, the bell above the front door chimes. You almost sigh but when you look up the air is knocked from your lungs. In front of you is a man, sandy blonde and tall. Handsome. That’s not why you can’t breathe, though. You see a lot of attractive men blow through your bar, if each one stole your breath you wouldn’t be very good at your job. No, the wind gets knocked from your lungs because of the blood on his grey t-shirt.

He marches to where you are and lays his hands flat on the counter. He doesn’t slam them. In all the scenarios where a dangerous looking man comes into an empty bar in search of trouble he always slams his hands down. He’s ruining the bad guy experience. His eyes are icy and, upon further inspection, glossy. Maybe ‘bad guy’ is the wrong label.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase, love, where is Camille?” His accent catches you off guard.

He means Camille O’Connell. You know her as Cami, though. You’ve been working with her for as long as you can remember. On busy nights, with the two of you manning the bar, you easily pull a couple hundred in tips each. She’s supposed to be here tonight but she had called in at the last minute and you hadn’t argued with her. Knowing Cami, if she called in then it was for something important.

You take another sip of your drink, cautiously answering, “sorry it’s just me tonight.”

He leans back, running his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in the back, “alright, there goes that.”

It’s mumbled, like he’s talking more to himself than to you. He turns to leave and, for a reason you can’t quite explain, your heart sinks a little bit. It’s your turn to run your hand through your hair. You bite your lip nervously. You’re definitely going to regret this.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

He looks back at you, over his shoulder, a small smile on his face. His eyes flicker to the clock, sort of like how the man before him had, before settling back on you.

“What time are you off?” His question throws you off.

“I, ah,” you glance warily at him, your eyes darting to the stains on his shirt, “why?”

He chuckles lowly, chasing shivers up your spine, “don’t you trust me, love?”

This time you laugh. You’ve said it once, you’ll say it again: this is New Orleans. This isn’t the place you should trust easily. Although, looking back at him, his eyes flash with sincerity. That could easily be the rum though. Regardless, you can’t deny your curiosity. What do they say about that again?

“Should I?”

He smiles wide this time, his eyes piercing yours from across the room, “not if you ask anyone from this town.”

Oh yeah; they say it kills.

“I’m off in an hour, I'll meet you in the back.”

“Until then, love,” he parts, leaving nothing but the chiming bell in his wake.

You don’t realize how fast your heart is beating until he leaves. It drowns out the music drifting through the bar and you’re stuck with your thoughts. When you close your eyes you see his crystal ones and you shiver again. It dawns on you that you don’t even know his name. You don’t know anything about him. This is definitely a bad idea. You quickly down the remainder of your drink, pouring yourself another and pulling up a stool.

You pull out your phone; now is probably a good time to shoot Camille a text.

Hey, so a guy just came in asking about you.

Should I be worried?

12:02

A few minutes later your phone buzzes.

That depends, what does he look like?

12:04

You smile a little at her reply, typing back quickly.

Blonde, tall, blue-eyes. Spoke like he

knew you well.

12:04

This time her response is instant and chilling.

That was probably Klaus. If I'm

right trust me when I say you

want no part of that. I’m talking

major drama.

12:05

Your heart stops at her words and you think back to the blood on his shirt, feeling entirely stupid.

Is he dangerous?

12:06

Her answer takes longer than you would have liked, your pulse hammering in your eardrums for too long.

No.

12:11

You sigh in relief, clicking your phone off and setting it on the bar top.

After that the hour passes excruciatingly slow. Now you know how that man must have felt. You’ve probably looked at that clock a dozen times. After what feels like five, of what was supposed to be one, hours, the hand finally strikes ten to one. You sigh in relief as you rush to count the money in the till. After locking the front door and turning off all the lights, you check your appearance in the mirror behind the bar one last time. You smooth your hair down and pinch your cheeks lightly, although you’re not sure why. You’ve seen it in movies though, so you give it a shot.

You step out of the back door into the cool air, letting it wrap around your hot skin as you lock the door.

“Took you long enough,” you jump slightly at the smooth voice that greets you.

Klaus. Well, probably Klaus. You’re still not sure. You should be scared but you can’t bring yourself to do so. You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face when you turn to meet him. He’s cleaned up, wearing a fresh crew-neck and some dark jeans. When he steps into the light you notice the dark circles under his eyes. For the second time tonight you find your heart aching for this man.

“Well, what are we doing now?” You tilt your head to the side, watching his eyes watch you in the alleyway.

“That depends, love, are you still up for that drink?”

Your heart flutters at his proposition, “if I remember properly, I’m the one who asked to buy you a drink.”

He walks over to you, offering you up his hand and sending you a delicious smirk, “call me old fashioned.”

You place your palm in his without a second thought, a side effect most likely caused from the alcohol warming your chest. He pulls you out of the alley and into the streets of the French Quarter. It’s teeming with life still, despite it being one in the morning. Music trickles out of bars that are still open, strings of lights and street lamps guiding you down the uneven cobble stones.

“You know, you still haven’t asked me my name,” your words float into the air, mingling with the music like a new song.

“Would you like me to ask you your name, love?”

You almost say no, if only to make sure that he doesn’t stop calling you by that word. Love. It makes your insides twirl.

“My name is Y/n,” you answer softly instead.

He repeats your name back, like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue, and smiles lightly. Your heart sings in your chest, a warm blush settling over your skin in the dim night. You wish you could record him and play it on a loop. You could get lost in the way he says your name.

“Well Y/n, love, aren’t you going to ask me my name?”

His thumb rubs circles and your mind goes fuzzy, “I don’t need to, Klaus.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been speaking to Camille. Tell me, what wonderful things did she have to say,” there’s a smile on his face but his tone is off; too cool.

You glance at his face. He’s staring ahead of you, his eyes locked on the horizon, refusing to meet your gaze. You squeeze his hand tighter, not saying anything right away. You’ve always tried to be the person who decides for herself. What you wear, what music you listen to. Who you like and, with that, who you don’t. In a city as wayward as this one, you try to avoid letting yourself be influenced by the likes, or dislikes, of others. It’s only fair.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He looks over to you, surprise laced in his eyes, “well, I suppose that’s good because we’re here.”

You don’t realize that you’ve stopped walking until he says that, your eyes drifting back in front of you. You can’t help but gasp at the sight. You can’t say you’ve never seen a house like this before but you can say that you’ve never been privy to being this close to one. It’s as grand as any New Orleans compound, held up by marvellous white columns and a porch that could probably hold three of your mother’s small farmhouse alone. The wrought iron gates and towering hedges that surround it add a hint of mystery to its beauty. It looks forbidden.

Klaus pulls you through the gate, your mouth still gaping at the scene in front of you. He chuckles, walking you to the front door, his eyes locked on your face. You can tell he’s soaking up your every expression and basking in it.

Your heart leaps when Klaus leans down to whisper into your ear, “you haven’t seen anything yet, love.”

And he’s right because when he opens the door your head spins. It’s a courtyard. Right there in the middle of the house. It’s breathtaking, every square inch of the space before you. Your eyes dart to the iron banisters surrounding the floors that seem to go on forever, reaching towards the sky which is visible through glass panels. Ferns hang from each floor, bowing to the beautiful fountain centered precisely in the middle of it all. You're in awe.

You also feel completely and utterly out of your element. Two hours ago you wouldn't have even dreamt that you would be standing somewhere a marvellous as this. It isn’t you. Not because you don't want it to be. Life just doesn’t always work out the way you want it to.

“This is,” you turn to the blue-eyed boy behind you, shaking your head slightly, “it’s just wow.”

You’re breathless. You feel like you have been since you met him. When he laughs though, like really genuinely laughs, you finally know what it truly feels like to be breathless. His laugh makes your heart stop and simultaneously restarts it at the same time. It’s oxygen. Before this moment you weren't breathing. This is what life feels like.

He leads you through a door, your eyes catching on every bit of the house you’re granted and on him. You watch the way his back moves through the fabric of his shirt and how his eyes dart to every door you pass, like he’s trying to picture what’s behind them. You’re just as amazed by him as you are the house, perhaps even more so.

Klaus brings you to a kitchen, one modern in comparison to the history you had passed on the way here. It's stark white and open. Beautiful, just like everything else you’ve seen so far. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Take a seat,” he gestures to the marble counter top where you gladly pull out a stool, “I’ll see what I can find.”

You watch him dig through the many cupboards lining the kitchen, admiring the way his shirt rides up slightly when he reaches above the sink. He pulls out a bottle filled with a honey coloured liquid, setting it in the sink.

“I can feel you staring, love, didn't anyone ever tell you that’s impolite,” his words bring immeasurable heat to your cheeks among other places.

When he turns back around to face you his crystal eyes are teasing, a casual smirk on his lips. He grabs the bottle again, stalking over to you with a look you can’t quite place. It pools more heat in all the places it shouldn't and makes it impossible to look away from him. When he reaches you he sets the alcohol behind your back. What he does next knock the wind from your lungs, again. Are you even surprised anymore?

He grabs you by the waist, picking you up as if you weigh nothing and swiftly setting you on the edge of the counter. Your hands grasp at his shoulders, trying to steady yourself from falling. The cold marble bites through the material of your pants, sending a new sensation coursing through your veins. He steps between your legs, caging you against the counter.

“That’s better now, isn't it.”

You’re pulse pounds rapidly in your ears, adrenaline swimming through your body. You’re eye level with him for the first time since meeting him. Under the bright lights of the kitchen you can see the sapphire ring around his pupils. Your heart jumps when you watch them expand, the black in his eyes dominating the blue. His shoulders relax under your fingers. You know you should move your hands but, by god, you don’t want to.

“Don’t you want that drink?” It’s not even convincing to your ears, let alone his.

With him so close to you, you can smell his cologne. It’s like water, cool and fresh. Absolutely intoxicating.

His pupils blow wide again and he swallows, his hand sliding up from your hips to cup your cheek, “do you?”

“Klaus,” his name flies from your lips like a question, one that you’re not sure if you want an answer to or not.

Your hands move to the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your actions surprise you. You’ve never been like this. You’re a kiss at the end of the date kind of girl. A month of waiting kind of girl. A practical, keep to herself, kind of girl. Not this daring girl who sits on countertops in beautiful houses with gorgeous men. Men who look at her like they want to eat her up in ways that no one ever thought to warn her about.

He steps impossibly closer to you. His hand, the one still on your hip, slides down your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist and holding you against him. Your fingers twist in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling a groan from his lips that lights your whole body on fire.

“Why did you come with me, love? I'm not good, surely Camille told you that,” he sighs his words, dipping his head back, further into your hand, his eyes closing.

His thumb rubs heated circles on your thigh and you have to bite back a moan, “I wanted to. For the first time in a long time I did something I wanted.”

He leans in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot on your lips, “my reputation isn’t exactly the best around here. I am told that I’m something of a monster.”

You wrap your other leg around his waist, squeezing them around him, causing his hand to tighten on your thigh, “I guess I don’t care.”

Klaus’ eyes flash black and the next thing you know his lips are on yours, moving against yours with a desperation you didn’t know that you’ve been craving. Your hands tug at his sandy hair, gripping at the soft curls with the same fervour. His hands hold your thighs tighter, crushing you against him. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging harshly before soothing it with his tongue. You moan against his lips, your cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and passion.

He smiles darkly, pulling away slightly before reattaching his lips to your neck. He bites down, his tongue drawing circles on your sensitive skin. You groan into the empty space of the kitchen, holding him against you. You’ve been kissed before, but not like this. Everywhere his mouth lands sends more shocks racing down your spine. It’s wonderful, the way every part of your body is calling his name.

“Klaus,” his name falls from your lips; a prayer for something you don’t have the words to describe.

He pulls his head from your neck, leaning his forehead against yours, lightly kissing your lips, “how about we move this somewhere a little more private, yeah?”

You nod fast, crashing your lips harder against his. He stands, taking you with him. He’s out of the kitchen and up the stairs so quick that your head spins. Any other time you would have been upset that you didn't get to see more of this beautiful house but right now you're fully consumed by Klaus. His scent curls around you, lifting you higher than any man should be able to. Your arms cling around his shoulders, keeping you flush against his chest.

His lips stay on yours the entire jaunt to his bedroom, only separating when he tosses you onto his bed. The giggles fall easily from your mouth. You can’t help but bask in the soft comforter, inhaling as much of him as you can. He walks towards you, slowly, like a tiger on the prowl, pulling the tee off his body and discarding it on the floor without a second thought. Your eyes slide to his chest, glued to his toned stomach.

He climbs onto the bed, pulling you by your hips towards him. You roll, pinning him to the bed, your legs straddling his hips. He looks shocked, like no one’s ever done that with him before. How sad it must be to feel like you always have to be in control. You smirk down at him, pulling your own shirt over your head, exposing your lacy bra to him. His eyes turn black again, pooling heat in the pit of your stomach with just a look.

You lean down, your hands on his chest, fingertips running over the dips on his abdomen. He closes his eyes, his hands hanging loosely on your hips. He looks at peace. You don’t know him but you have a feeling he doesn’t get to feel this way often. Your heart breaks for him, again, and you don’t mind.

You lean down, placing your lips where your hands had been.

“Fuck,” Klaus’ hand wraps in your hair, his stomach tightening under your touch.

You work your way up, stopping every so often to suck his skin into your mouth. The sounds coming from his mouth make you glow, pushing you to do your absolute best. You kiss your way up his chest, giving extra attention to his collarbone. You nip at the side of his neck, his arms wrapping around your back. When you finally make it to his lips, you press a soft kiss to them, holding his face gently in your hands.

He sighs into your kiss, setting your insides on fire for the hundredth, “what do you want me to do?”

He looks up at you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. His hands rub your back lightly. He leans his face into your hand, kissing your palm. Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest.

His answer catches you off guard, an unfamiliar warmth settling over, “I want to hold you. Please, love?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face, “you want to cuddle with me?”

“Do you have to say it like that?” He sits up, keeping you on his lap, his hands sliding up and down your exposed back.

His head falls against your neck, kissing gently, “I’m just surprised. Since when do guys bring girls home to do anything decent?”

You lean against him, your arms falling around his shoulders without a second thought. It’s so natural, like you’ve known him your entire life. It almost isn’t fair that the universe had been hiding this. Clearly he’s been around. He knows Cami. He’s obviously been in the bar before. He was there just always out of your reach.

“I don’t,” your skin tingles with his hums, “not usually.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach, much too far considering you barely know him, “why start now?”

Your words are harsher than you intend for and he pulls back, staring into your eyes, “I don’t know, love, you're just different.”

Your cheeks burn, a recurrence that’s starting to bother you, “what does that mean?”

You’re frustrated. For multiple reasons. You feel different, odd. He makes you feel things that you haven’t felt in a very long time, if ever. You’ve made choices you tonight that you wouldn’t normally make. You don’t feel like yourself. You like that you don’t feel like yourself but that means you also don't know who you are right now, which you don’t like. If you’re not you then who are you? Clearly you're the girl that jumps into bed with strangers, even if it’s not to sleep with them. You feel hot all over and you hate it.

“I don’t know,” he pushes away a strand of hair that you don’t realize had fallen, “what do you think?”

It’s not sarcastic but you wish it was so you wouldn't have to answer, “I think that this isn’t me. That I don’t do this. Ever. And that you’re breaking your end of the one night stand pact.”

His thumb skims over your cheek and you have to steel yourself from the shivers it causes, “love, I wasn’t aware that this was a one night stand. Is that what you want?”

Your mouth falls open slightly, your eyes stuck to his sparkling ones, “I-”

He presses his mouth to yours before you can answer, his hands holding you against him. You don’t fight him, you just sink into his arms once more. You let yourself revel in the warmth of his chest.

“Let’s not make any promises, love."

#the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #Klaus Mikaelson Imagine #Imagine #reader insert

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another-mikaelson · 3 years

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L, M, N, S, T, X, Y? sorry it's so much!!

oh hi!

for L: i honestly don’t revise it much until after i read it and see the mistakes for myself. most of the time i just post my works un-beta’d and figure it out from there.

M: oh my god, i have so many ideas that i haven’t even bothered to start yet, mostly ellick, but some lumax too. i’ve been wanting to write a fic about ellick and their carpooling trips, tony coming back and being overprotective!older brother over ellie, undercover couple vs real undercover couple, etc. there are a lot, really.

N: ...all of the ones i mentioned above? plus yet ANOTHER jake gets punched fic? (in case it wasn’t obvious i really hate jake)

S: enemies to lovers (mostly if it’s gay tho, because if i want to see a straight enemies to lovers trope, i can just watch my parents fight yes i found that somewhere and stole it), secret relationship, fake dating, undercover couple, coffee shop au, adopting a dog, there are a lot.

T: hm, i don’t really know if there are any tropes i don’t like. maybe a singing proposal or just any singing in general? it’s not that i don’t love singing, but it’s awkward. really awkward. also, the second-hand embarrassment is real.

X: uh, jake malloy. more than anything. then again, if he’d never cheated on ellie, we wouldn’t have ellick. but still, jake deserves to get punched. repeatedly. by nick. and probably everyone. but mostly nick. other than jake, i really hate teddy wells. who the fuck proposes to your married ex-girlfriend?? i also really don’t like simon from shadowhunters, allison from teen wolf (sorry not sorry), elena gilbert, and camille o’connell. oh, and fucking iris west.

Y: here comes a long-ass list because i can’t choose one: katherine pierce. hope mikaelson. penelope park aka my bisexual awakening. jade west. isabelle lightwood. ellie bishop (of course). ziva david (duh). abby sciuto (again, duh). max mayfield. will byers. sara lance. ava sharpe. did i mention katherine pierce? rebekah mikaelson. klaus mikaelson. kol mikaelson. basically every mikaelson except finn. amy santiago. rosa diaz.

i would keep going but i think it’d be way too long x

thanks for the ask!

#ask #writer ask

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joviewinchester · 4 years

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Jovie Winchester: An Introduction to my Account

A/N: Aye! What’s up, y’all. This is me finally making a tumblr account. If you want to check out my other work, I have a Wattpad account @JovieForbes, so if you like this you should go check that out. I’m trying to be more organized on this account than on that one. This is basically a clean slate. I will triple check my grammar on here, and when I finally figure out how to make a masterlist, I might do that too. I might try and transfer my supernatural imagine where I remade the Changing Channels episode with the reader. That one’s my favorite, or I wouldn’t even bother. Below, I will put lists of characters I do for each of my fandoms, and if you would like to make requests you can. If you make requests, tell me if you want it to be platonic or not especially for the girls. All of these will be character x fem! reader because that is what I’m comfortable with. Once again, feel free to request! ❤️

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Lucifer

Balthazar

Crowley

Charlie Bradbury

Jack Klein

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Silas

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Camille O’Connel

Jackson Kenner

Legacies

Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Milton Greasley

Rafael Waithe

Kaleb Hawkins

Landon Kirby

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Toni Topaz

Sweet Pea

Kevin Keller

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ann Perkins

Ben Wyatt

Chris Traeger

Tom Haverford

Donna Meagle

Jean Ralphio

Bobby Newport

The Office

Michael Scott

Dwight Schrute

Pam Beasley

Jim Halpert

Kelly Kapoor

Angela Martin

Andy Bernard

Holly Flax

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Lucas Sinclair

Teen Wolf

Scott Mcall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Lydia Martin

Allison Argent

Isaac Lahey

Brett Talbot

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken

Kira Yukimura

Malia Tate

Jordan Parrish

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

Jefferson

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Jane Morgan

Sarah Fox

Erica Jones

Rory Keaner

Jesse Black

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nicholas Scratch

Theo Putnam

Sabrina Spellman

Ambrose Spellman

Rosalind Walker

Caliban

Harvey Kinkle

Prudence Blackwood

New Girl

Winston Schmidt

Nick miller

Winston Bishop

Jessica Day

Cecelia Parikh

Request Prompt Lists

#mbav imagine #teen wolf #the vampire diaries #my babysitters a vampire #supernatural #legacies #the originals #parks and rec #the office #once upon a time #stranger things #riverdale #fanfic #request #imagines #preferences #gif imagine

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originallymikaelson · 7 years

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#X: HYBRID KING ( klaus mikaelson )#X: RAY OF HOPE ( hope mikaelson )#X: LITTLE WOLF ( hayley marshall )#X: REDEMPTION SEEKER ( elijah mikaelson )#X: THE FREE SPIRIT ( rebekah mikaelson )#X: THE WILY FOX ( kol mikaelson )#X: LOST THEN FOUND ( freya mikaelson )#X: FAMILY BOAR ( finn mikaelson )#X: NEVER FORGOTTEN ( henrik mikaelson )#X: AUTHOR OF EVERYTHING I AM ( esther mikaelson )#X: NEVER A REAL FATHER ( mikael )#X: HAVE I MADE YOU PROUD? ( ansel )#X: THE ADOPTED SON ( marcel gerard )#X: RELUCTANT REGENT ( vincent griffith )#X: THE BRAVE BARTENDER ( camille o’connell )#X: LITTLE WITCH ( davina claire )#X: FIRST SIRED ( lucien castle )#X: PSYCHOPATHIC EX ( aurora de martel )#X: ELIJAH’S SIRED ( tristan de martel )

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netflixandthecity · 6 years

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my top 10 couples from The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

6. Klamille [Klaus Mikaelson x Camille O’Connell] When I started watching The Originals, I wasn’t over Klaroline. Btw. I’m still not. So when I saw how Klaus and Cami were interested in each other I was like “ew”. But something changed to me while watching s3. And I loved them. She clearly changed him. He became better version of himself because of her. Also I think they had great chemistry (not as great as Klaus and Care but still). But then Camille became a vampire and she changed. I was sooo anoyed by her, and I felt bad for Klaus, because when Aurora compelled Camille to kill herself, it kinda ruined their story. Also Camille’s death in 3x19 was so fucking emotional. She wasn’t my favourite character, but I was crying the whole episode. Klaus and Camille were lovely couple. They loved, cared about and changed each other. And because Klaus is also dead (and if the writers are not going to bring him back) I hope that him and Cami reunited in afterlife and spent their perfect day in the corner café. “You inspired goodness in me and unlike all of the souls I’ve encountered and forgotten in a long march of time, I will carry you with me.” “I guess that makes me immortal”

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danystargaryens · 6 years

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r u l e s : answer the questions - not restricted to one fandom. tag as many people as you’d like afterwards. tagged: i dont remember, this was sooo long ago. tagging: @selenagormez @solanarihanna @disneyprincechris @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @maeve-wiley @manmilkovich @enchanted0rose @spideysmen @villaneelle @jugcooper @greysjoys

first ever fandom? it was teen wolf. first ever ship? mhm. c; maybe stydia? it was deff the one that made me get involved in shows etc. first death that made you cry/upset? i was super devastated when camille o’connell and laurel lance died. OTP? there waay are too many. stydia, bellarke, maven, clannah, brulian, sethkisa, supercat, archiebetty. yeah. there are more. NOTP? s*thk*te, d*lena, b*cho, r*chiek*sa, ol*city, b*ronica (tv version), b*ghead, v*rchie, g*rtch*se, f*tzs*mmons, j*nerys, cl*ce, no*rh*lm. east favourite fictional character? i dont waste time on characters i hate. generally r*pist/ab*sive characters can ch*ke. but maybe j*ghead j*nes??

5 favourite female fictional characters?

kisa (from dusk till dawn)

hannah baker (13 reasons why)

clarke griffin (the 100)

serena van der woodsen (gossip girl)

maeve wiley (s*x education)

5 favourite male fictional characters?

bellamy blake (the 100)

murphy (the 100)

seth gecko (from dusk till dawn)

scott mccall (teen wolf)

klaus mikaelson (the originals)

5 favourite actors/actresses?

eiza gonzalez

ana de armas

katherine langford

blanca suarez

zoey deutch 6 favourite characters who died/left the show?

cristal flores (dynasty)

hannah baker (13 reasons why)

rip hunter (lot)

cat grant (supergirl)

laurel lance (arrow)

camille o’connell (the originals)

3 favourite characters from shows you stopped watching?

karolina dean (runaways)

spencer hastings (pll)

wes gibbins (htgawm)

3 favourite characters from shows that have ended?

lydia martin (teen wolf)

cora hale (teen wolf)

camille o’connell (the originals)

2 favourite shows you started in the last year?

didn’t start any ‘’new fav shows’’ in 2019. so 2018:

harlots

cable girls

favourite tv show: from dusk till dawn, the 100, the originals, teen wolf, gossip girl, 13 reasons why. tv show you want to watch: s*x education? i only could watch some eps duo to my bdd sadly. downtown abbey, new girl, person of interest, poldark, narcos, westworld.

#about #tag meme

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brokenbloodlinesrp · 5 years

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❝ DECLAN O’CONNELL ❞

HUMANO

( “One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.” )

biografía.

Las viejas y míticas tierras de Irlanda fueron las que albergaron a algunos miembros de la familia O’connell y quienes vieron crecer al soñador hijo de la hermana de Kieran O’connell. Queriendo otro estilo de vida la madre de Declan se asentó en Dublín, donde formó una linda familia al lado de un maestro irlandés. Fruto de aquel matrimonio nació Declan, quien por azares del destino un accidente le arrebataría a su padre antes de que naciera o siquiera supiera que su madre lo esperaba, sin embargo, eso no quito que su abuela paterna los acobijara cuando más lo necesitaron, así es como Declan y su madre vivieron tranquilos lejos del drama familiar que solía envolver a los de apellido O’connell, con solo historias y mitos de aquellas tierras irlandesas.

Declan creció y vivió como cualquier chico de su edad, ignorando el mundo sobrenatural, por decisión de su madre. Eso sí, su madre nunca cortó sus lazos familiares, por lo tanto, y aunque por distancia el pequeño Declan mantenía una relación a distancia con sus primos en Norteamérica e incluso con el tío Kieran cuando se daba la ocasión de que le hablara a su mamá. Pidió más de mil veces ir a visitar a sus primos pues a falta de hermanos, los gemelos O’connell eran lo más cercano al concepto, pero la petición siempre era denegada por su madre, quien se libraba con la excusa del trabajo y la falta de dinero.

Desde pequeño mostró gran pasión por la cocina, teniendo que pasar la mayor parte de su tiempo en el restaurante donde su madre trabajaba, dado que su abuela en ocasiones se encontraba indispuesta como para cuidar de un niño tan inquieto como lo era Delcan. El niño desarrollo un amor propio por la cocina, pues no faltaron los chefs de aquel lugar quienes le incitaban a participar en la cocina para que el niño no se aburriera mientras su madre terminaba el turno. Así que para cuando la educación básica termino y llego el momento de elegir una carrera, Declan tuvo bien claro el camino. Estudio gastronomía en la universidad publica de Irlanda y al finalizar sus estudios buscó expandir sus horizontes, adquirir más experiencia para poder cumplir con su siguiente objetivo; tener su propio restaurante, ya fuera en Dublín, Berlín o algo más lejos América. Porque, aunque su madre no lo dijera, ella extrañaba el lugar donde había nacido y Declan con su infinita curiosidad también quería conocerlo.

personalidad.

Inquieto, vivaz, intrépido, son los adjetivos que en primer término mejor describirían a Declan. Es un chico obstinado que no se rinde ante las adversidades, vive de sueños y anhelos que se empeña en cumplir. Es un chico de buen corazón, su abuela le enseño a ayudar al prójimo, así que este irlandés siempre te tendera una mano amiga. Siempre tendrá un buen chiste para hacerte reír, pues le gusta ver a la gente de buen humor más que con gesto deprimidos o coléricos.

Como todo un buen irlandés, Declan tiene una pasión y la de él es la cocina, es el motor de su vida, mismo que le abre las puertas al basto mundo que quiere conocer, pues además de cocinar, le gusta viajar tanto como conocer nuevas personas, pues es consciente de que en cada ser humano se desarrolla un mundo del que puedes aprender. Y como todo buen humano, también tiene su lado malo, confía demasiado rápido en las personas, se mete en líos por no reservarse lo que piensa y si algo no le parece, no pensara dos veces en expresar su incomodidad y de hacer algo al respecto.

datos personales.

Edad: 25 años

Fecha de nacimiento: 16 de diciembre

Raza: Humana

Grupo: The Atropos

Lealtad: Will Kinney

Aliados: Tratado de paz con los grupos actuales

relaciones.

camille o’connell | prima, mejor amiga, consejera

elijah mikaelson | hostilidad ocasional

hayley marshall | interés platónico, amiga con beneficios

hope mikaelson | protección, amiga

klaus mikaelson | hostilidad ocasional

mazikeen ragnarsdóttir | interés, atracción

liv parker | jefa, buena amiga

louis clearwater | protección, amigo.

datos relevantes.

Fue a trabajar temporalmente a una repostería de París, donde casualmente se reencontró con su prima Camille, descubriendo que en realidad no estaba muerta.

Ya que se encontraba en Paris a finales de diciembre. Fue víctima del retorno de su versión joven, desencadenando cambios en su línea temporal actual. Perdió su vida en ese lugar. ( x )

antes de tener que volver a Nueva Orleans, Klaus Mikaelson borró su memoria haciéndole olvidar el mundo sobrenatural que conoció en París, haciéndole creer que Camille era quien le había invitado a pasar un tiempo en la ciudad.

Fue su prima quien le habló del mundo sobrenatural, lo que ella era y lo que rodeaba a esa ciudad. Pese a ello decidió quedarse en Nueva Orleans.

Tiene un interés especial por Hayley Marshall y pese a no ser correspondido la atracción por ella persiste.

En Nueva Orleans consiguió trabajo en el bar del que Liv Parker es propietaria.

estado.

personaje canon con el rostro de Sam Claflin. OCUPADO.

#*#roleplay español #canon #mas #mocupado #ocupado #humano #atropos #declano'connell

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