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rosemaryblossomworld · 5 months

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The Second Queen (ch.1)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

Summary: 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊e𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

Warning:: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(?)

A/n: English is not my first language, there may be grammar problems, so...read at your own risk.

Chapter 2

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Everyone knows that Daemon Targaryen is crazy about his niece! Everyone can see that!

But is he looking at her right now? Noooo, he's looking at another flower that just appeared within the walls of this castle. Young Y/n Hightower walked around the courtyard and didn't know where to put herself. Alicent was standing next to the king, and the girl was not well acquainted with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra had changed a lot, and she didn't want to get in her face.

Daemon watched the girl's tossing carefully, he wasn't listening to what his brother was telling him. He wanted to laugh heartily, watching the sweet and funny Y/n. She had always been like that. He remembered that. She hid behind her older sister, acting quiet and demure. But it seemed to Daemon that there was more to it than that. The girl was clearly hiding something inside herself.

"The weather is wonderful today," Daemon decided to walk over and speak to Y/n.

"Oh my prince!" she perked up "You're right, it is very warm today and I'm glad of it."

"Do you like warm weather?" The man walked past her, sitting down at the table and taking a goblet of wine in his hands.

"I love it! When the cold weather comes, I feel like I'm withering like flowers in a royal garden. I get so sad." the girl said and took the goblet of wine as well.

Daemon liked the way she spoke. Easy and casual. No playfulness, no fear, no vulgarity. Calm, outgoing, smiling. Daemon wondered how Otto could have such a beautiful daughter. The man wondered, if they married and had a daughter, was she just like her mum, or just like her dad?

Daemon grinned to himself again. He thinks like a fourteen-year-old boy who has fallen in love with the first girl .

The lords who saw the young Lady Hightower and Prince Daemon chatting involuntarily cast a glance at Princess Rhaenyra, who sat off to the side, bored. She occasionally cast her glance at her uncle, but her face expressed nothing.

"Look Daemon, it's the irises, they're so amazing," the girl ran around the garden dragging the prince behind her.

Daemon only smiled and followed the little lady.

"Does my lady like flowers? Which ones do you like best?" asked Daemon squatting down next to the girl.

"I like n/f," replied Y/n simply and quickly.

They moved over to a tree and sat under its crowns. Y/n told the prince about her day, occasionally distracted by the maids passing by. Damon only smiled.

"kepus!" came a voice from somewhere in the distance.

Princess Rhaenyra was approaching the pair. With a slightly annoyed mood. She hadn't reacted to her uncle's attitude towards the younger Lady Hightower, because she knew he would soon get bored of her. But it had been a week now, and her uncle had not visited her once.

"Princess," the Lady immediately stood up and bowed her head.

"Lady Hightower, shouldn't you be with the queen and serving her?" Rhaenyra immediately decided to point out the girl's place, for her place was next to traitors and liars.

Lady Y/n was dumbfounded at such a harsh behaviour of the princess, but what the girl definitely did not like was people who stick their noses where they are not asked. Clenching her fists, Y/n grinned:

"Princess, I'm not a servant. My sister has enough of them. My job is to enjoy my life and look for a potential suitor," the lady replied.

Rhaenyra blushed, coughed and looked at her uncle. There's that dreamy look again, but he's not looking at her, he's looking at the girl who first bared her teeth.

"Ao didn't visit nyke, uncle. Gōntan mirros massigon? ao promised nyke iā kipagon va se zaldrīzoti!" Rhaenyra pouted, feigning innocence (You didn't visit me uncle. Has something happened? You promised me a ride on the dragons!)

"Iksan mirrī busy bisa week. Ivestragī's gaomagon ziry another jēda, Rhaenyra," the man replied (I'm a bit busy this week. Let's do it another time Rhaenyra).

Rhaenyra was a little taken aback. She was about to hit the young Lady Hightower with her shoulder, but surprisingly the girl managed to dodge, causing Rhaenyra to trip over the hem of her dress. She didn't fall, but her ears lit up even more with shame.

"My lady, would you care to dine with me?" asked Daemon.

"My pleasure!" pronounced Y/n.

They began to walk slowly towards the castle, they were in no hurry, they had all the time in the world.

"You know Daemon, I dream of riding a dragon with you too," the girl said quietly, she turned to the measuring man and smiled at him, walking forwards.

Damon smiled even wider.

Y/n didn't realise how she'd ended up in that position.

She and Daemon had just decided to read a book about the Ancient Kings.

It all started when Daemon decided to play a prank and as soon as the book started to get interesting he just slammed it shut and lifted it up, and of course Y/n tried to get it. She jumped up so hard and pushed off Daemon's arm that he didn't keep his balance and fell off the chair. And Lady found herself in his lap.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed the girl joyfully, and made herself comfortable on his lap. "You've thrown me off my reading, now I won't be able to find the moment!" whimpered Y/n and turned away from Daemon, showing her back.

"Please forgive me, but you were so sweet, lady, I just couldn't help myself," Daemon frivolously hugged the girl from behind and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"I wonder if there's ever been one king who loved his wife so much that he was willing to die for her? Reading all these stories, no one narrates the relationship of the royal consorts. And if they do, it's cheating, strife and jealousy. It's not even pleasant to read," the girl turned the page.

"I wish I could use my brother as an example, but..." Daemon rested his chin on the lady's shoulder.

"Yes.... if you were king, who would you want to choose as your wife?" the girl asked.

"What is it, little flower? You want to be my wife," smirked the man.

"Maybe. But then I'd want to be the only woman in your life. And if I found out you kept going to Silk Street...but I'd treat you to manhood and turn the brothel into a bloodbath," the girl smiled and turned to the surprised man.

All Daemon could do was close and open his mouth.

"Oh, what am I...so what's up with Aegon the Conqueror?" the girl changed the subject and sat down on the soft sofa next to the man.

And so for a month Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n danced between each other. It was already clear to the whole council and the king that the prince was very warm to the girl. So rumours of the wedding had already spread far beyond the Royal Lands.

Y/n walked around in high spirits as everything she had planned began to come true.

"Sister!" came Alicent's voice from the empty corridor.

"My queen," the lady bowed respectfully, preparing to listen to a lecture from her older sister.

"The rumours are growing. You must not see Prince Daemon. Father is furious, I'm amazed that he's holding back from screaming at you," The queen equalled her sister and they walked further down the corridor.

"He yells all the time, I'm getting tired of listening to him. And what if it's Daemon, he's a prince!" the girl resented.

"But his reputation," fretted Alicent.

"I don't care. I hear King Viserys is getting worse. Who knows what might happen," Lady Y/n sniggered and walked on.

"What?" The queen stopped.

"Viserys has not yet appointed Rhaenyra as his successor. Father is doing a good job, if this continues, Daemon will be king as a sibling. The council may be outraged, but he will have a short conversation with them," Y/n continued to explain.

"You...want to be queen?... "Alicent looked at her sister with fear.

"Why not? I'll just combine my desire to be queen and my desire to have the right man by my side. It's not all about you being on top of things," Y/n continued walking, ignoring her sister.

Alicent now understood why her father didn't scold his youngest daughter, she was so much like him. Cunning and secretive. Alicent became even more worried, she no longer knew the girl who was walking down the corridor. It wasn't her sister.

"What do you mean?" turned sharply to her faithful maid Y/n.

"They were seen in the brothel. Rumours have already spread through the castle and the prince has been dragged before the king, my lady" Tala looked worriedly at her mistress, so gentle yet strong.

"Sir Conyn is finding out the circumstances?" asked the lady turning away from the girl.

"Yes, he went there as soon as we heard. They were in the brothel, but it's not known if they were asleep or not," Tala continued her explanation.

"He can't, can he? I'm...boring him so much..." Y/n settled into a chair next to the fireplace.

"My lady...rumours of his love for the princess have been floating around the castle for a long time. It was said that he was obsessed with blood purity and that he wanted to have a 'pure' child," Tala said.

Lady Hightower sat holding back tears, then stood up.

"I'll go and hear what's going on over there," Tala didn't follow her Mistress, only bowed her head.

Her heart pounded frantically, the closer she got to the throne room, the more clearly the voices of the enraged king and prince could be heard. There were no guards and the door was slightly ajar, you could see the king pinning the prince to the ground and shouting some questions.

"Wed her to me?" came Daemon's voice.

"Who?" gasped Viserys, hoping his brother would say the name of the younger Lady Hightower.

"Rhaenyra...Wed her to me," Daemon said.

Y/n stepped away from the door. Breathing hard, her heart began to pound even harder.

"I thought so," came the princess's voice from the shadows, and then she stepped into the light.

"How long have you been standing here?" Lady Hightower didn't dare look into the princess's eyes; she didn't want to see arrogance and self-righteousness.

"Since the beginning. Just as I thought, my uncle doesn't care about you ladies, he will choose me. As the heiress to the throne, as the one that will give him children of pure blood," her voice was quiet but cutting at the deep wounds of her heart.

"Princess...You cried out about never marrying and that you didn't want to bear a child because otherwise you would be treated like an animal. What has changed?" Y/n shifted her tearful eyes to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was once again taken aback. She had said those words at every corner, that she didn't want to be a 'laying hen', she wanted freedom. She looked into Lady Y/n's cold eyes and realised that she had changed herself for the sake of defeating her 'rival'.

The doors of the throne room opened. Guards dragged Daemon out. The man glanced at the two girls and his gaze darted to Y/n, but she paid no attention to him. She turned and walked further down the corridor.

"Y/n!" shouted Daemon, but the girl didn't turn around. He shouted once more, but was faced with silence and emptiness.

Daemon felt like he had crossed the line. Crossed it in everything. He looked at his niece, who was looking at him hopefully, but he only grinned and let himself be led away by the guards.

When he left King's Landing, Rhaenyra saw him off from afar. But he did not see the queen of his dreams.

And two moons later, the young Y/n Hightower left King's Landing, returning to Old Town.

#house of the dragon #hotd #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x you #daemon x reader #x reader

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 2 months

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curious for all the student/university/studying yans: jock damon, ex bf lee, delinquent liam, bully uno and college student alpheus..

if darling got a scholarship outside the country and they accept it, how would these yans react? can they handle a ldr? would they come along? or would they prevent darling from leaving?

(minus bimbo/himbo darling from twinkie ashtons fic jadkshdkdg sorry </3)

Yandere students and their scholarship earning darling

aww this is kind of sad actually. Of course, all of them would be devastated but let's see.

YAN! JOCK

Damon will be a wreck inside.

"Oh shit... Really? Uh, congrats!"

He'll be happy for you of course. His little nerd is actually getting a scholarship? That's huge! But then... What do you mean you have to get out of the country? He can feel his resolve crack, and it's going to be the first time you see his real side. Staring at you with a blank, all devouring stare.

Thinking of the worst, he will sabotage your scholarship. Don't get him wrong, he will feel guilty about it since you worked hard on that scholarship. But out of the country? No fucking way. He's quite selfish too, so he didn't even think of applying for a scholarship there too because the University he's in has given him so much opportunities to pass on.

You'll just be surprised one day that your scholarship was canceled due to a "mismatch" of interest. Don't worry, he'll be there with you to comfort you. Oh! Will you look at that! This University both of you are attending gave you a full scholarship! How amazing and coincidental it is, right?

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND

He just got you back.

And now you're leaving him again?

"Babe, what the fuck?"

He will be extremely hurt. Have you never thought of him at all? You two just fixed your relationship again and here you are, telling him that you got to move to another country just to do this damn scholarship. He went through grief, and now he's gonna go through another one.

You know the drill. This man isn't letting you go. But rather than hiding his disdain like Damon, he'll cling to you and cry, exclaiming to not go or else he'll kidnap you again. Well, that shut you up and gave up scholarship. He's also very selfish as you can see.

If you did refuse to do so, then another trip (locked inside) to his bedroom once more until you relent and give up that scholarship :( He'll be happy as a bee, and he will be extra clingy so you would just forgive him in what he did.

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam is the rare one in this.

He'll be happy to let you go to the scholarship that you got!

After all, you got that damn scholarship just for yourself. If it made you happy, why won't he let you? He's gonna be the asshole in this situation if he didn't let you. He's more than happy to let you go (for now) and let you pursue what you want.

What you don't know is other than the tracking device on your phone, him learning how to hack and monitor you from your phone camera due to some shady connections, he's the one to manipulate the University you're going to go in giving you the scholarship. Mind you, he didn't exactly threaten them, but when he has close connections to... Let's say, Hades' mafia clan, it's not that hard to do :) (OOOH NEW LORE CONNECTION OH MY LORD)

After all, he's just working student! And if his father and mother are high ranking members in Hades' clan, he will use that connection for your happiness <3

YAN! BULLY

Uno would scoff and roll his eyes.

"Of course you would be the type to get a scholarship outside of our University."

As if mocking you, he at first teased you about it. Saying that you're such a nerd and he will be sad if you actually went away. In reality, he's seething inside. He already knows beforehand that you got that scholarship. He's too invested (he's stalking you) on you to not know the things you're up to. And the fact that he's also having a hard time manipulating the inside of the University you're going in is irking him to the bones.

But, once he's got you in the airport and is already on boarding, he'll be next to you, whistling like the dog he is. If you ask him, he'll smirk and show you his phone. He also got in. Oopsies, it seems that you have to be with him even in the new University. Now, how will the both of you terrorize this new place?

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Another day, another emotion/feeling for this man.

"C-congrats... Babe..."

Oh, you don't like the look he has in his face. You know another problem is going to arise.

The few days after that was calm. It seems that he's okay with it, amazingly. Until one day you just found yourself cuffed to his bedpost. You swore you were just hanging out with Alpheus in his house, waiting to eat the food he's cooking, drinking the iced tea... Okay that was too obvious and you still fell for it.

But you pity the guy. He's dealing with what's akin to grief. It was the first time he felt this pit he seem to can't get out off, and it's suffocating him raw. You'll see tears for the first time, and you have to comfort him. With his face buried on your stomach as he knelt by the bed, with you sitting on the edge and stroking his hair, you had to explain to him what that feeling is.

Then when he gets better, surprise surprise, he also got a scholarship (rigged) at the same University as you! How delightful.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere boyfriend #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere fic

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supercap2319 · 6 months

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stefan salvatore male reader where the reader is Caroline's" brother " where he fell in love with Stefan but he only had eyes for Elena but they became friends and when stelena reações the end Stefan and the reader has his chance, from friends to lovers (Stefan has feelings for him and everyone noticed) the reader is a heretic and was transformed by Katherine along with his sister.

Things were never the same for Y/N Forbes when the handsome and mysterious Stefan Salvatore came into town. He was the new guy that everyone wanted, especially his sister, Caroline. His sister was known for getting any guy that she wanted, so to see Stefan reject his sister for Elena Gilbert was surprising.

Y/N tried to make nice with Stefan in a non-homoerotic way during football practice. Stefan was making it very hard not to pop any boners when he looked so good in his football gear. Then Stefan's older brother came into town. Damon was the bad boy with blue eyes and leather jacket, and even though he was very sexy, he was too much of an asshole for Y/N's taste, but not for his sisters.

Little did Y/N know that Damon was using and abusing his sister. Using her for sex and for her blood as a vampire. Something he wouldn't understand until later on as he and Stefan were just friends as he watched in suffering silence.

Although there was one time Y/N got into his mom's whiskey and he drunkenly called Stefan and invited him over to his house to sleep with him, but Stefan set the record straight. "Y/N, you're a really cool guy, but you and me, it's not gonna happen."

Y/N tried not to feel hurt by that, but he understood. A couple of months later he and Caroline were in a car crash with Matt and Tyler as Damon gave them some of his blood, and Elena for some reason killed them by smothering their faces with pillows.

That's when Y/N realized that he was turned into a vampire, more specifically, a heretic. He never knew about his witch side, and apparently he somehow activated his genetic maker as a siphoner to become a heretic. That's when Stefan taught him to control his bloodlust and suddenly all those feelings of hurt and anger for the older vampire were replaced by an intense fire of rekindled love.

And with threats like Katherine Pierce and the Originals trying to find the Doppelgänger aka Elena Gilbert. Y/N was going to be used as a sacrifice for Klaus's curse breaking ritual, but instead, Elena's Aunt Jenna was killed instead. Later on, Elena was turned into a vampire as she realized that she was having feelings for Damon, and soon they were broken up.

That's when Y/N decided to help Stefan. Be there for him. As a friend, but perhaps this was his chance as they shared a dance at senior prom. "Then how does anyone ever seem to move on?" Stefan asked as he spun Y/N in a circle.

"I don't know. I think someday you'll meet someone new... And fall madly in love. And you'll have moved on without even realizing it." Y/N said, as they looked into each other's eyes.

And from then on, Y/N and Stefan were close as close can be. Especially, when Y/N thought he was gone forever after he was killed by a traveler inside Tyler's body. That's when Y/N decided to tell Stefan that he was still in love with him. "Stefan, I realized something about myself when I thought you were gone. I realized that even though you said that we could never happen, I just wanted to let you know that I've always been in love with you. And I don't understand how Elena could let an amazing person like you slip through her fingers and–"

Stefan cut him off with a kiss as he looked at him and smiled. "Y/N Forbes, I think I've liked you from day one. I just couldn't admit it to myself that Elena and I were over, but I think I want you instead. I guess a part of me always did."

They kissed once again as everyone was either happy for them like Caroline, or unhappy like Elena.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #stefan salvatore #paul wesley #stefan salvatore x male reader #paul wesley x male reader #witch gilbert

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infinitestarsdev · 4 months

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Devlog 2024-02-09 (Episode 4 - Part 1 is out NOW!)

It's Friday! And this is a special Friday because it's a RELEASE Friday!

That's right! Episode 4 - Part 1 is now live!

Update Edit: It's also a sad day for my family. I lost someone dear to me this morning, someone even dearer to my loved ones, and my heart is aching with them for our loss. I wish things weren't the way they are. I wish I could do more to ease their suffering.

Project Details:

167,666 words in total. (That's roughly the same length as the first two Harry Potter novels combined)

825 possible choices.

Patrons can get their version over here (win|mac|lin) or here (android), and everyone else can get the full game on Steam or Itchio!

Episode 4 - Part 1 continues the story after the dramatic conclusion from Episode 3.

It introduces several new characters, several new and redrawn backgrounds, several new portraits, several new music tracks, an overhauled story controller, a new free-roam mechanic, a new star system navigation interface, a lore gallery with unlockable entries, a system for players to load custom-made stories written by other players into the game, a seasonal event (Spooktober Heist), and nearly 40K additional words of content (some being intimate content for Kiaria, Lochem and Khalil).

It also includes two very special player portraits! Thanks to the amazing ladies from Wanderlust Games, you can now play your Mah'Abeu as a younger version of Damon or Ayame from Andromeda Six! (Seriously, if you're hearing about Andromeda Six for the first time– You're about to fall in love. Go check them out and support them if your wallet allows!)

We've been working extremely hard to bring this release to you, and while we've added a ton of new things, we would have loved to add more. Sadly, we had to draw a line in the sand and release what was available.

Some of the things that we could add before the deadline that were requested by our beta testers:

MC is more knowledgeable about the Cephilusk.

Added a location hint during free-roam sequences.

Made Kiaria more Kiaria when dealing with current events.

Your Mah'Abue now crafts the notice being sent to the crew.

Several more personality options (with more on their way)

Most free-roam scenes now have the crew members touching on or hinting at the current situation.

Fixed some logic bugs with Sonia's scene.

Adjusted Andreas' scene with an additional choice if he becomes too much.

Added some additional logic and checks to the response you can give when the crew/your LI asks about how you are coping. (Might still expand on this.)

Your Mah'Abue now has more control over how they handle Nikau.

Added Lindi's music track.

An additional intimate scene for Khalil

Some of the things that we couldn't add before the deadline that will be added very soon. (over the next week or three):

Implementing some more of the Beta Tester feedback requests.

The start of Tabitha's character arc.

A free-roam scene for Lebeny, along with an additional intimate scene.

Adding a semi-intimate, more risque scene with Matthias.

Adding additional character expressions to some of the free-roam content.

Additional music tracks where there is only silence.

Missing Lore Descriptions, replacing the WiP notice with actual content.

The new trailer for Episode 4.

Some of the things that we couldn't add before the deadline that will be added down the line. (more than a month from now)

Additional backgrounds and characters.

Continuing Episode 4, including the much-anticipated Matthias Elevator scene.

Additional Lore items to unlock.

More free-roam content, more character content (Reyna and more), more intimate scenes.

Character relationship arcs (and intimate scenes) for Raymond, Matthias, Veera and Tabitha as a prioity.

Character relationship arcs (and intimate scenes) for Cephilusk, Andreas and TBD a little further down the road.

As always, despite the hours and hours and heaps of financial resources poured into the project, Infinite Stars is still entirely free! If you like what we are doing and can afford to show your support, please consider joining one of our paid Patreon tiers!

Infinite Stars wouldn't be nearly as cool as it is without the support of our amazing Patrons who believe in us!

If you can't afford to support us, that's cool. We still love you, and having you enjoy our game fills our hearts with joy! If you like the game, share it with your friends or give us a positive review to help with the visibility algorithms.

Have a peaceful weekend, enjoy the release, and go hug one of your loved ones!

#visual novel #scifi #infinitestars #art #amwriting #space #vn #sciencefiction #choicesgame #gamedev #a6 #andromeda 6

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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 years

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Klaus M. Being Infatuated With You HC’s

~It's instantaneous. He's gone for you from the first moment.

•He first saw you drinking with Damon and Alaric, both of whom you regarded as good friends, Damon and you having been close since he came to town and he changed you.

•"In the grand scheme of things, how bad would it be waiting on this curse for one more month, huh?" Damon asked and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic attempt, not knowing Klaus but knowing he wouldn't put up with you friends bullshit.

"He is joking, isn't he?"

"No, sadly, not one little bit." That was the moment he turned around and set his eyes on you for the first time. You were the prettiest little thing he had ever seen and he had to force himself to turn away.

~You knew everything was going to be tense for everyone after he broke his curse so you went home only to find a little gift waiting for you the next morning.

•You were awoken at 9 in the morning, growling angrily and throwing the door open, ready to rip whoever dared disturb your sleep a new asshole before seeing no one, looking down and noticing a bouquet of both red and purple roses. You couldn't help your smile at the thought of the meaning behind both, red meaning love and romance and purple meaning love at first sight, not seeing the hybrid standing by the tree line and watching the smile spread across your face. As you picked them up and read the paper you were stunned, seeing a lovely drawing of you sitting beside a wolf, the signature at the bottom with his full name throwing you completely into left field.

•"This is not going to go well." You couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Damon finding out that the hybrid fancied you.

~You had nearly forgotten about him while he was away with Stefan before they came back, Klaus showing up at your door at nearly 1 in the morning.

•"If I wasn't a night person I would be killing you right now, you know this, yes?" The hybrid nodded and came inside, not needing permission but you were unafraid, figuring if he was 'in love with you' then you were probably safe.

"My hybrids weren't working, I had to come back and find out why but...I couldn't leave without seeing you." That was all he said as he stood just inside your doorway, staring at you intently and honestly it's all he had to say. You were shocked at how safe you felt with this man that you should hate, but you didn't, so as he said this to you, you just took it in stride.

"Hungry?" You offered, walking to the kitchen and heating up some of the chicken and pasta in vodka sauce that you had had for dinner 7 hours before.

"Um...yes I...I could eat. Thank you Princess." You heated you both a bowl up and sat on the porch swing outside in comfortable silence as you ate, him making borderline sexual noises upon tasting your food. "I need you to cook for me more often gorgeous, this is fantastic."

"It's just chicken and pasta Klaus-"

"It's amazing. Thank you for not kicking me out, being with you is very...comforting."

•He spent the rest of the night with you on your couch, you falling asleep around 3am watching Game of Thrones.

~You found you actually missed him the next time he was gone, him having left his cell phone number so you could text and he texted you constantly!

•"You know, with how often you talk to me you're almost like a clingy boyfriend." You said as you answered the phone upon him actually calling you for once.

"Good. Maybe it will keep other men away while I'm not there myself." I had to roll my eyes, knowing he was completely insane.

"Men aren't lining up to date me Klaus, stop making it seem like they are. You're just weird."

"You think my interest in you is strange?"

"Duhh."

"Why?" You stuttered at that, unable to answer the question you were not expecting. "You're a lovely girl, I've seen the way men look at you, I think if you weren't so surrounded by men all the time plenty of others would ask you out-"

"Glad I'm surrounded then, I don't want to be asked out. Men suck, they're all assholes or idiots, or both like Damon." I joked and he actually laughed along at that one.

"Well, I hope you'll give one a chance."

~By the time he came back once again you actually missed him and thought to warn him of his father and Damon's plan as they were going to kill him

•"You helped me." He stated as you opened the door. There was no question, not even a 'Hello' and all you did was shrug. "I'm growing on you, don't lie to me."

"You wish hybrid." He spent the evening once again eating on your couch, openly flirting but never making a move to do anything.

•When his siblings were woken up they all noticed a change in their brother. He had talked about 'changing' before but this time they really did see it, and this time he had said nothing about it.

•Elijah and Rebekah followed him the night after they were all back together, finding him knocking on your door once again. "You know, if you're going to keep coming over and eating you may as well just come for dinner Klaus. Come in, I'll heat up some roast and potatoes." They were shocked to see someone talking to their brother the way you did and not getting hurt but when they saw how he looked at you, they knew.

•"I approve of your girlfriend brother, I like the way she's changed you." Elijah told him the next night before he could go out.

"What are you talking about?"

"The girl who feeds you, she's very pretty, not your usual type though. You should have her over for dinner sometime, we would all love to meet her-"

"Never going to happen."

~Rebekah took it upon herself to ask you to dinner. No one told Klaus about it so he couldn't cancel and they just left him to figure it out himself.

•"Niklaus! Could you get the door?!" Elijah shouted and he huffed, getting off the couch and just thinking about killing a few hours until he could see you. He got the shock of a lifetime when he opened his front door to see you standing there in a cute sundress with a platter in your hands.

"Hey! My mom always said don't go to someone's house empty handed so I baked some cookies." He stood there with his mouth hanging open for several seconds and before you could ask if he was okay Elijah interjected.

"Y/n! So glad you could join us, thank you, these smell delicious. I apologize for my brothers rudeness, come on in. We've just finished cooking." You followed after him as he took the platter until Klaus caught your arm stopping you.

"What's going on?"

"Rebekah invited me to dinner...didn't you know?"

"No!" You leaned back as he snapped at you and you could see he felt instant regret. "I'm sorry love, my family is just...I don't want to lose you." You couldn't help your smile as you realized what he meant but you decided to tease him anyway.

"Aww, afraid Elijah will sweep me off my feet while you're too busy coming to my house, eating my food and not asking me out?" You moved to walk toward where Elijah had left when he wrapped around your back, growling in your ear.

"That's not funny Y/n. You're not getting out of my arms until you admit that you're already mine. Don't lie." His voice sent a chill down your spine and you nodded, admitting what he knew was true, he had already won you over and as you did he turned your head, pressing his lips to yours softly in what was a truly lovely first kiss.

"Stop making out! I'm hungry!" Kol shouted and you laughed, pulling a grumbling Klaus into the dining room and sitting to have dinner, spending the evening getting to know his family who all decided they enjoyed your company and how much you calmed Niklaus who you stopped from daggering Kol when he made a vulgar comment at you

•The Mikaelson's all loved you and were just as happy as their brother with your relationship, happy that Nik had you to be there for him and that they had you to shield them from his anger

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

#tvd klaus #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x oc #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x y/n #vampire #hybrid #niklaus mikaelson #niklaus x reader #klaus x y/n #klaus x reader #klaus imagine #joseph morgan #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals imagine #the originals

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viennafantasies · 5 months

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hey can I request dating damon salvatore hcs?

heyy, of course I can do that for you. this might be a bit terrible bc it's my first time, but I'll give it a go! <3 18+ warning (kind of)

Damon's love language is physical touch. He's always trying to find a way to touch you. He gets super jealous if anyone touches you in some way, even if it's a simple brush of hands.

Damon worships you; he sometimes jokes around . If you walk into a room that he's in, he goes down on his knees and says soft words: 'my saviour'. If he gets horny (which is easily) he'll say 'I pray to be in you right now.' He's not usually the religious type because of how the church disgusts people like him but he'll definitely do a little roleplay in bed. ;)

If you and damon ever get into an argument he'll never break first because he thinks he's always right. He will definitely keep a grudge until you say sorry first. He'll hardly say it but if it's been too long and he misses you he'll say it just to kiss you. You're usually the one saying it first.

Damon would do anything for you; he'll travel the whole entire world to find something that you need because your his priority.

Damon would definitely kiss you bridal style. He always dreamed to marry the girl of his dreams - which spoiler is you. He'll kiss you passionately most of the time if your in bed or lounging away.

Damon for sure is obssessed with your ass. Don't get me wrong he'll of course love every part of you but he obssesses over that physical part of you. Anytime you're in front of him he'll grab your ass saying 'can't wait for you to ride me later so I have a perfect view of your ass.'

Damon is extremely protective, he made multiple enemies in the years he's been a vampire and his weakness is you. So if they find you he'll get super angry.

Damon knows when your upset; so even if you try and hide it with a fake smile he'll always find out. He'll do anything to make you happy even if it means risking his own life for your safety.

Damon worries about you every day, you're a mere human unfortunately. Thus, if any vampires, hybrids, werewolves or any other mystical beings try to kill you or turn you he'll protect you at all costs.

Damon thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever lay eyes on. Therefore, you occasionally catch him staring at you with a charming grin that makes your cheeks turn pink.

Damon made a vow to you that he'll never kill a human being again. Which is extremely hard for someone like Damon who's only way of living is to feast on mortals. Not even blood bags will suffice the hunger he has once he hears or sees a drop of blood. Hence, if his hunger is stronger you'll always try and give some of your blood to him even if he refuses multiple times.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this and if you've got to the end. This isn't proofread so it might turn terrible. I hope you enjoyed and I wish you an amazing day, byee. <3

#tvd #the vampire diaries #tvd x reader #tvd x you #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x you #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x you #ian somerhalder #ian somerhalder x reader #ian somerhalder x you

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months

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Thank you so much for this account! It has helped me to find a lot of cool stuff ❤

Can you help me find some long sterek fics that have minimal to no sex scenes that focus more on character development? For reference Home by TheTypewriterGirl and Actions Speak Louder than Words from isthatbloodonhisshirt are like, my favourite sterek fics.

Thank you so much you ve been amazing!

I think so.

Find A Way by LLN3dseestheLight

(11/11 I 25,198 I Mature)

Kate Argent came back to Beacon Hills and slaughter the Pack. Only Stiles and Lydia survived for the moment but thanks to Peter Hale they have a way to change that...by doing something very stupid.

A Time Travel spell... If it works... And it does in a way... but it also sent them to another reality as well.

Not only does Stiles have to deal with an alive Hale family, a really weird Beacon Hills, but also with a nineteen year old Derek Hale-who dreams of a world where his family died in a fire-and where he knew Stiles and Lydia! Stiles can deal with that. What he can't deal with is the fact Derek for some reason can't keep his shirt on! So Troublesome.

Lydia is having her own problems-Parrish is all but mated to Laura Hale so any plans of rekindling what she almost had with him are out. So she wonders if she should take a chance on Derek's mysterious older brother, Damon Hale?

The twilight in your eyes by BoomerangChicken

(12/? I 27,056 I Mature)

Derek narrows his eyes.

"You're... from the future?"

Scott misses the faint fond-exasperation that usually comes over Derek's face when he and Stiles come to him asking for help (now his face is all angry-eyebrows and that "quit wasting my time, I have important werewolf business to attend to" expression)

The older man jerks his head towards Stiles.

"You from the future too?"

"Oh no, I'm just here for moral support."

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Scott is stuck in the past, but with help from his best friend (and a few friends who don't actually know him yet) he intends to make a better future for his pack, and ensure that a certain surly werewolf clan gets a little vengeance while he's at it.

Twice And For All by novasillies

(39/? I 141,063 I Teen)

“Derek,” he said despite himself. The werewolf’s eyes sharpened. Scott gave him a distressed look.

“Do I know you?” He asked tensely, and Stiles grinned in return.

“Oh, no,” he answered, “Not yet.”

In which a well-timed conflict between the magic of the Ghost Riders and Stiles' spark sends him back to the day Scott got bitten. Stiles pointedly changes nothing, and so God complexes, needlessly complex romantic drama, and hilarity ensue.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #character study #anon

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rere-the-writer · 2 years

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Hey if you're still doing Mikaelson family requests? Can you do a photonic one where the family is protective over Bonnie and Enzo's kid after they somehow escaped their house to do a little exploring and almost gets eaten by vampires but the family was there to save them and now cares for them?

Time for some cuteness

Warnings: Soft!Mikaelsons, Fluff, Protective!Bonnie, Protective!Enzo

You bright child and Bonnie worried about you a lot since you got your father's adventurous spirit. Enzo encouraged your adventurous spirit claiming you were a strong Bennett witch. But now both Bonnie and Enzo regret having let Damon watch you.

"Look Enzo I'm sorry." Damon said while Elena stood by worried about her idiot husband. Caroline was out helping Bonnie find you while Enzo stay back in case you found your way home.

"Damon, you lost my child because you were too busy making out with Elena! Because of newlywed bliss!" Enzo yelled throwing his arms up clearly worried about you.

"I should have listened to Bonnie when she said Caroline would be better." Enzo groaned putting his face into his hands and Elena walked over rubbing his back.

"Don't worry. We'll find her."

You were in awe of everything then again everything was amazing to an six year old. You kept walking looking into shops windows and looking at other sights before being grabbed by someone.

"Look at this boys. A delicious little meal." The vampire said fangs showing while the other vampires got closer.

"I always wondered what a witch would taste like." Another vampire said but before he could bite you the vampire holding you was dead. You opened your eyes not realizing you closed them to find yourself in the arms of man in a suit.

"It seems the these vampires don't know Bennett witches aren't to be touched Elijah."

"It seems so Niklaus." Elijah says taking a handkerchief from Finn to clean your around cheek of dirt. You blinked innocently up at Elijah who just smiled at you and saw two other vampires.

"Now little Bennett, why are you out by yourself?" Elijah asked softly pushing a braid from your face. Rebekah cooed at how cute you looked clearly taken most of Bonnie's features.

"On an adventure! Like mum and daddy." You chirped smiling at Elijah not hearing Klaus and Kol brutally killing the vampires that grabbed you.

"I see then allow us to come with you." Elijah says already soften by you seeing you get excited. And the others smiled watching Elijah place you down and began to pull him along.

"Yes! Let's go!"

"Smart little witch aren't you?" Kol says smiling watching you light a few candles.

To say the world's most deadliest vampires weren't soft was an understament. You were being cuddle by Rebekah and Kol while you showed them spells you knew. Elijah was trying to get a hold of Bonnie while Klaus and Finn went to the Salvatore home.

You had never been spoiled as much as the Mikaelsons had spoiled you. Your little adventure turned out more exciting than you thought since you gained new uncles and aunt.

"Daddy says so." You tell Kol smiling brightly. Elijah stepped into the room smiling gently since Hayley had banned the family from seeing Hope. It was nice to see the family happy since Hayley seemed to claim Hope wasn't a Mikaelson.

"A little witch? You guys didn't kidnapped her did you?" Freya said worry written all over her face.

"No, Y/N is a Bennett witch. The family has been deemed under Mikaelson protection according to Niklaus."

"Why is that Elijah? Thought Nik didn't like this Mystic Falls gang." Freya questioned looking at her brother who was watching you.

"Miss Bennett had earned Niklaus's respect since she was a brave witch that nearly killed him twice." Elijah said smiling kneeling down when you came skipping over. Freya was surprise as it wasn't everyday a witch got Klaus's respect and protection.

Bonnie rushed to hold you when she saw you with the Mikaelsons in a park. A neutral place to meet up and to return you home. You squealed when your mother lifted you up squeezing you tightly in a hug.

"Oh baby, you worried me and your daddy." Bonnie says peppering you with kisses as Damon glared at the Originals.

"So you guys took the little Bennett." Damon growled stepping forward and Klaus glared.

"No we did not. 'Lijah and I saved her from vampires that was going to drain her. Which wouldn't have happened if you were watching her."

"Yeah right. Likely lies to earn trust to get close to Elena." Damon said moving closer before you ran between them. Damon blinked feeling you push his legs.

"No! They saved me." You said glaring and Enzo stepped over just to ease the growing tension.

"So you compelled her."

"No she is on vervain Damon." Enzo says crouching down to your eye level showing Damon your necklace.

"You saved her? Why?" Bonnie asked surprised and Klaus smirked.

"Bennett witches are under Mikaelson protection. You have earned my respect."

It was weird to Bonnie and Enzo watching you read with Elijah who helped you say bigger words as the rest of the family listened. Of course Damon didn't trust the Originals and believed Bonnie shouldn't let them around you.

"Can't believe you invited them to the party." Elena said frowning watching you flushed under the Original's praises. Bonnie chuckled placing down some more snacks.

"Y/N was begging me too. Besides they are really good with her." Bonnie says looking over hearing your loud laughter seeing Kol tickling you as you tried to escape into Finn's arms. Kol and Enzo really hit off since the Mikaelsons had became your official baby sitters, the two vampires had spoiled you rotten.

"Bonnie, did you forget everything they had done to me? How they terrorize us?"

"No but they had apologized and made up for it 10x fold. Elijah helps me teach her magic with Freya, Rebekah takes her shopping. Finn has taught her violin, Klaus is a overly protective wolf but is so soft with her."

"I haven't forgotten Elena but hasn't Damon done as much as they have? How could you forgive him after what he had done to Caroline?" Bonnie said looking at Elena whi looked away face flushed with shame. Bonnie walked away when you called for her leaving Elena feeling terrible.

After the party you were fast asleep against Elijah's chest, dead to the world. Bonnie smiled taking a quick picture to catch a rare quiet moment from you and a rare Elijah smile.

"I should get her in bed." Bonnie says but Elijah gently stopped her.

"No she is fine. I put her down soon." Elijah says as Bonnie chuckled sitting down. Finn and Freya had cleaned up the house while Rebekah and Kol did the dishes. Klaus was sketching a picture and Bonnie felt oddly at peace having the Originals around.

"Thank you for everything you and your family had done for me and Enzo."

"Of course Bonnie. We always be here for the little one and you." Elijah says smiling when everyone joined just to watch you sleep.

"We will protect her, Always and Forever." Elijah says and his siblings repeating his words. For the first time Bonnie and Enzo felt like they had a family. A blood hungry murderous family but a family nonetheless.

#rere's stories #mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family fluff #bonnie bennett x reader #bonnie x enzo #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #mikaelson family x reader #rebekah mikaelson imagine #the originals imagines #the vampire diaries imagine

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davidlikesguys02 · 2 years

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Home Alone

Word count: 1,185

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, Virginity loss, Dom!Jeremy Gilbert, shy virgin!male reader, dom/sub, fingering, cum in ass, unprotected sex.

Requested by: @sirezty

GIF not mine

Kinkmas 2022

You step out of the warm shower and wrap your towel around your body, you walk into your room and hear your phone begin to ring. You pick it up and answer “hey Jer” “hey M/n, what are you doing tonight?” “Not much I’ll probably practice some magic” “oh ok, we’ll if you get bored from practicing magic you can come over” “alright I’ll see if I can make it” “ok, I love you M/n” “love you too Jeremy” you hang up and begin to change into your clothes. You walk downstairs and run into your mom “mom is it okay if I go to Jeremy’s place for a while” “sure, just make sure to come back before dark or if your staying the night make sure to let me know”

You run towards her and pull her into a hug “you’re the best” you pull away from the hug “I know, just remember to use protection” “mom!” “I just want you to be careful” “I know, I’m always careful” she smiles at you “I know, you’re just my little baby” you huh her again “I love you mom” she kisses the top of your head “I love you too” you pull away from the hug and go to out your shoes on. “Are you walking or taking the car” “walking it’s only 10 minutes away” “ok be careful” “okay” you grab your keys and turn to open the door “see you later or maybe tomorrow”

She nods at you and you close the door behind you making sure to lock it, you begin to walk towards Jeremy’s house and after a few minutes you finally make it to their front door. You knock and wait a couple of seconds before Jeremy finally opens the door. “M/n you made it” “how could I turn down hanging out with my amazing boyfriend” you lean in and kiss him. He stands to the side and you walk in.

“Wanna watch a horror movie?” “Sure, what do you have?” “Well we just rented, drag me to hell” “alright, the movie is on the table and I’m going to grab some covers.” “Okay” you remove your shoes and leave them near the front door, you walk over to the table and grab the movie. You walk over to the dvd and insert the disk. You walk over to the sofa and take a seat, you grab the control and turn to see Jeremy coming down the stairs with some covers.

“You ready Jer?” He walks over to you and sets the covers on the sofa, he sits next to you and the two of you cover yourself with the covers and watch as the movie starts. The two of you watch the movie for a couple of minutes “Jer” he turns to look at you “yea?” “How come your sister is not hovering over us?” “She and Damon went away for the holidays”

“Oh, so we’re home alone” he turns to look back at the screen “yup” you turn to look back at the screen but you turn to look back at Jeremy. You take your hand and turn Jeremys face so he’s looking at you “are you okay?” You lean in and kiss Jeremy. You pull away from the kiss “are you okay” “I…I think I’m ready”

He takes your hand in his “are you sure? We don’t have too if you're not ready M/n” you smile and hold his hand tightly “I’m sure” he connects your lips once again and slowly pushes you down on the sofa. He pulls away smiling “I think we should take this to your room Jer” “alright” he stands up and hands you his hand, you take his hand and the two of you begin to walk up the stairs.

Jeremy slowly opens the door to his room “sorry, it’s kinda messy in here” you let out a small laugh “it’s okay” he closes the door behind you and he begins to remove his clothes. He looks at you “what? I’m I going too fast?” “No” “you don’t have to be shy M/n, I love you just the way you are” you smile at him and begin to take your clothes off.

Jeremy pics you up and begins to walk towards his bed, he slowly sets you down and he walks over to his bedside table. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out a small bottle “it’s lube, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good” you watch as he applies some lube into his hands. He applies the lube into your hole and begins to massage it before slowly inserting one of his fingers.

“Relax” “okay” he starts removing and inserting his fingers on your tight hole “mhm Jer” “I know M/n. I’m going to add another finger” you feel as he adds another finger. After a few more thrust Jeremy finally removes his fingers from your hole “how did that feel?” “Strange but good” you said smiling. you watch as he gets up and begins applying a generous amount of lube on his cock.

You wait patiently and watch as Jeremy tugs on his cock, “are you ready?” “Yes” he crawls on top of you and begins inserting his cock into your hole “fuck, you’re still so tight” “mhm” he gives you a few minutes to get used to his size. “You can move Jer” “alright” he starts removing his cock from your hole before slowly thrusting it back inside of you. “Mhm” you bring your hand up to your mouth to cover it.

“No I wanna hear the sweet noises you make M/n” you slowly remove your hand from your mouth and feel as Jeremy hits something inside of you that makes a moan escape from your mouth “mmhm ahh” “fuck” you watch as he takes one of his hands and begins to hold the head board tightly “mhm harder Jer” “you sure?” “Please” he begins to thrust into you hard.

You hear as the bed begins to squeak and hit the wall “Jer I’m close” you feel as he grips your cock “yea?” You nod “let’s cum together alright” “ok” you begin to feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you’ve never felt pleasure like this before “ahhh JEREMY” “SHIT M/N” you arch your back as you cum all over your stomach. You feel as Jeremy begins to shoot his warm cum inside of you.

“FUCK” “Ahh” he looks down at you and leans in to kiss you, after a few minutes he pulls away from the kiss “you did amazing M/n” “thanks” you feel as he removes his cock from your hole. He falls next to you catching his breath, you turn to look at him “I love you Jeremy” he turns to look at you “I love you too M/n” you lean in and give him a peck on his lips “ready to go again?” He smiles at you “Give me a couple of seconds”

#male reader #male!reader #gay smut #male reader smut #male!reader smut #the vampire diaries x male!reader #the vampire diaries x male reader #tvd x male reader smut #tvd x male!reader #tvd x male reader #jeremy x male reader #jeremy x male!reader #jeremy Gilbert x male reader #jeremy Gilbert x male!reader

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I was thinking Hope x Reader. Where Reader is a siren and she was swimming around in the lake and Hope saw her.

Down at the Lake

Flufftober, October 22nd

Warnings: mind control, idk?

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You've been going to the lake deeper in the forest every day or so. It calms your nerves and allows you to have an outlet to sing without hurting anyone, especially Hope. You haven't told her yet.

I mean, how are you supposed to tell your tribrid girlfriend that you're a siren and the only one left of your kind. You got away before Cade could kill you once and for all, and Bonnie, Stefan, and Damon officially killed him.

You are right now in the water, a black bikini on. Does it cover you very well? No, but it's cute. And it's not like anyone is going to see you.

That's at least what you thought.

Unknowingly to you, Hope had followed you down to the lake. She's been curious about where you'd be missing for a couple hours in the evening every other day.

What she wasn't expecting is to see her girlfriend swimming in the lake, but singing at the same time.

Your voice is beautiful and mesmerizing, and now that she thinks about it, doesn't sound like normal. If that makes sense. It's high pitch and almost reminds her of the stories of mermaids and how their singing can control humans from the stories her mom used to tell her before bed.

"Your voice is amazing" Hope makes her presence known, sitting on the big rock next to the water.

You freeze, stop singing, and look over to your girlfriend. You swear under your breath. "Hope. What are you doing here?" You swipe your damp hair away from your face.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to know where you were going and doing. And not cause I don't trust you or anything, but I was curious, and" She starts rambling, seeing your stern expression.

"Hey, it's okay, don't work yourself up. Just breathe. In and out" You walk over to her, water splashing with each movement.

She breathes in and out, her breath becoming even again. You're standing in front of her, the water up to your mid-thighs.

"Ya know, your singing reminds me of the mermaid people, oh sirens! From the stories my mom would tell me," Hope tells you, remembering the proper name for them.

You look down to the glistening water before looking back up with your lips pressed against each other. "What?" Hope tilts her head, wondering why you have that facial expression.

"Well, technically you're not wrong," You tell her, why not just tell her right? It's not like she couldn't figure it out soon enough by this interaction alone.

"What do you mean?" Hope's eyebrows furrow. "I'm a siren. The only one left. I would be dead if Cade hadn't been killed by Bon Bon and the other two idiots" You tell her.

"You're being serious?" Hope's face lights up at the new information. "Yep, can't be more. When I sing, when I want to at least, I can easily manipulate anyone's mind and basically control them" You tell her.

She takes in the information, before looking back up at your face. "That's scary. But cool at the same time. I'm surprised you haven't used it on Doctor Saltzman" Hope reaches her hand out and starts playing with strands of your hair, curling the damp tresses around her fingers.

"Who says I haven't?" You smirk. "Do I even want to know?"

"Nope," You pop the p.

"Oh yeah, you look hot. You should wear this more often" Her eyes run over your body and the tiny black swimsuit. "I'll take that into consideration" You press your lips to hers.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x female reader #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #siren reader #hope mikaelson x siren reader #hope #hope marshall #cute #fluff #imagines #thevampirediaries #fanfic #writing #theoriginals #legacies

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lastweeksshirttonight · 9 months

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Did you want my notes on Strike Force Five episode one? No? TOO BAD! YOU'RE GETTING THEM!

(Heavy spoilers for episode 1 if you plan on listening soon!)

- I love the show's overall vibe and the "roles" that all of the guys play. It's definitely a free-wheeling, off the rails kind of show, where everyone is rambling over each other; the personalities involved can make or break this kind of podcast, and everyone thankfully is playing to their strengths.

Kimmel serves as the overall show runner and is seemingly the only one endeavoring to keep anything on track, which is a slightly thankless job with this group, but he's got a soundboard and all his radio experience guiding him. Colbert also leans into being the other "elder statesman", as it were, but is much easier to derail (and provides his own episode eclipsing derail I'll talk about later). Fallon is surprisingly reserved and a bit awkward - I'm not the hugest fan of Fallon, but in this podcast, that energy serves him pretty well. Kimmel introduces Seth as "the cute one" and he seems the most neutral so far, just there to ask questions and crack jokes. And John is their super sarcastic "evil teammate" who occasionally interjects to just destroy everyone. Perfect dynamics, 10/10, no notes.

- Seth qualifies his eyes as ocean blue. John says they're Gatorade blue. I don't think I've ever laughed harder at a description of someone's eyes.

- There's a point where I assume there must have been a really blunt edit, because Fallon changes the topic abruptly to having a doctorate. Otherwise, I love the image of Fallon just sitting on that revelation and WAITING, BURSTING to talk about how he has a doctorate, while everyone else talks about Kimmel getting paid summers off.

- Everyone mention multiple times that they have sponsors and are doing this show to help pay their staff during the strikes, which is lovely. This does not mean they aren't taking the piss out of their sponsors. I never thought I'd hear worse ad copy reading than I do on The Jeff Gerstmann Show (I love Jeff, don't get me wrong, but his ad copy screaming is hilariously bad), but the Casamigos ad in this is something else. John spends most of his reading time shitting on a bleeped-out competitor that he calls "not fit for human consumption", Stephen says "you're gonna wanna wipe your ass with it" and likens it to the smoothness of sheets you make love on, there's a disembodied "woo" at some point, Seth stumbles all over a few Spanish words, and Fallon delivers his lines in his awful fake French Timothee Chalamet puppet voice. It's pure chaos and I love it so much.

- Kimmel referring to "the despicable Matt Damon" made me so happy.

- John has never done a deposition. Kimmel saying "I'm surprised you're not in prison" gets lost which is sad, that's a fucking hilarious joke.

- Fallon tells an amazing story about his mom being a nun for a week. She left after being reprimanded for taking Lifesavers into the nunnery and then left. My late aunt and best friend, who was also a nun, probably would have loved Jimmy's mom, as she was always going on wine tastings and picked the order she joined entirely based on who would let her continue to drink after taking her vows. Jimmy also has a picture of his mom dressed as a nun holding a doll dressed as a nun, which is absurd and adorable.

- This leads to everyone but Seth confessing that they'd all thought about becoming priests at some point. That doesn't shock me about Stephen at all, tbf, knowing how religious he is.

- I have to shamefully admit that when John mentioned that he told his father he wanted to be a vicar, my brain went to an extremely Fleabag place and I had to rewind the podcast once I snapped out of it and realized I'd missed like 3 minutes of jokes (including a fantastic one from Seth about John having a doll of himself as a child, like Fallon's mom's nun doll).

- "Don't you want a whole new crop of relatives to visit and entertain?" "Do you wanna get cancelled?! :D" The two Jimmys everyone.

- Stephen reveals who he has everyone saved as in his phone, to prevent people from figuring out who his contacts are if his phone gets stolen. John's is Joliver, which 1) was his name as written on TDS scripts to differentiate him from Jon Stewart, and 2) as everyone points out, is a VERY easy code to crack. Don't really need Sherlock for that one.

- ONE OF US ALERT: Stephen collects weird late night shit, like a hat from The Chevy Chase Show (John literally goes "WOW") and a silk jacket from The Pat Sajak Show. I am very jealous of this collection.

- Next episode everyone will talk about first episodes. I cannot wait to hear John talk about how all over the place his first episode is.

- The big story, running joke, and completely wild admission from this episode - Stephen Colbert has a pair of Nicaraguan dictator Anastasio Somoza's pants. Fallon asks how no one outbid him, and it turns out his MOTHER had them BECAUSE SHE DATED HIM. His uncle went to LaSalle Military Academy with Somoza, and Somoza stayed with them during holiday breaks. Everyone else in the room picks up on the idea that Stephen's mom probably slept with a dictator (or as Kimmel says, "made love to a murderer"), Seth claims his mom drinks coffee out of Ferdinand Marcos' skull, and every other male figure Stephen brings up for the rest of the episode is assumed to be someone his mom slept with.

If you asked me before listening to this podcast if I thought there were going to be a pile of elevated "your mom" jokes holding it together, I would have pretty strongly said "no". Surprises at every turn in this pod.

The beginning of this story also captures John SO STRONGLY, and he wants to hear everything about it. Definite Bugle vibes there, this man will never not want to hear about weird dictator facts. He also manages to completely kill Seth by saying "Anastasio Somoza's pants, brought to you by Casamigos".

- Finally, I have already sent an email to the show asking about Planet of the Bass, to make up for my complete failure to ask at the Q&A. I got y'all, we'll get this answer some day.

#strike force five #john oliver #seth meyers #stephen colbert #jimmy kimmel #jimmy fallon #literally wrote this at work so apologies for its complete lack of coherence #but spotify you ✨️fucks✨️

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 7 months

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Hi! First I just wanted to say that your writing is amazing, and your OCs are as well :3

But I have a question about Damon; in the same context that the other anon asked about of him dropping his himbo facade just to please his darling; how would he feel about it?

Like, would he feel relieved that he doesn't need to keep up with the act, annoyed that his persona didn't work or maybe even if his darling does fall in love with him in this situation, would he be happy that they fell in love with a personality that is closest to his original one and not with his 'mask' or he would be unfazed by it?

I know this is a very specific question, I was just thinking that if I were in Damon's shoes, it would be refreshing to see someone whom I don't need to try too much to be liked. I'm sure it's easier for him since he's so used to it, but can you imagine how exhausting it must be to act like somebody else (especially somebody who is so opposite to your original personality) almost everytime you're around other people? Mad respect to him!

At first, Damon would be confused because everybody loves the himbo facade he has. So he was cracking at the seams on what to do. So, by dropping his facade bit by bit, he slowly gets comfortable with revealing his real self to you.

It was a bit of a whiplash, seeing how his himbo persona is the exact opposite of his real self. He's cold, calculative, and full of disdain. So, seeing his usually smiley face darken, makes you nervous yet also intrigued.

In the end, once Damon dropped his persona for you, he will be all too relieved to expose his real self to his darling, the most important person in his life. There's no risk of you falling for a persona he created.

"Babe." Damon's deep voice infiltrated your ears as you stopped studying for an upcoming test.

"yes?"

Damon frowned and went over to your side. His almost permanent smile was not present, but a relaxed, despondent line of a mouth was showing. His eyes were lidded and heavy, closing them as he leaned his shoulder to you.

He's now quiet and content.

"Nothing. Just missing you." The usually boisterous voice was now in a quiet whisper. And you smiled hearing his voice.

You leaned on him also, resting your head on his as his uncharacteristically quiet self filled with your senses.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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Our little game pt. 3

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Thomas has been trying to mend your relationship all weeks leading up to the wedding. You must admit that he was a true, sweet gentleman, but… something was wrong. You didn't feel those butterflies (or moles as Kol used to say) in your stomach when you were close to him. You thought that maybe after bachelorette party and wedding you two would again get along with eachother and everyting will be fine. But drunk you had a completely different idea to solve this situation. Warning(s): smut mention, swearings, I used the thread from "Friends", I don't regret anything (I guess) Word count: 4,6k

*Two months later*

"I can't believe it has gone by so quickly, I feel like I just arrived in New Orleans." I said to the girls while we were putting on our dresses for the party.

"Yes. Me too. I feel like Elijah proposed to me yesterday, and now the four of us are going to my bachelorette party."

"Actually five. I invited Cami." Rebekah corrected Kath while fixing her makeup.

"Since when have you exactly been friends with Klaus' therapist?" I asked, not believing for a moment in her good intentions toward the bartender.

"Since she's trying to talk you out of the ridiculous idea of getting back with your ex."

"Hey! We all agree that we're not going to discuss that topic. Today is about Katherine. Only her."

"Take it easy, Y/N. We're just worried about you."

"There's no need, Katherine. I can take care of myself. Also, I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do with this mess around me. It's enough that the Mystic Falls gang put me on their blacklist a week ago. I don't need more complications."

Yes. Officially, Damon Salvatore has become my enemy because I refuse to help him bring Elena back from her "sleeping beauty state." At least Bonnie stayed my friend.

"Well, I saw both of you in that new restaurant. You two seemed quite enjoyable with your company." Rebekah snapped me out of my thoughts.

The original vampire spent the whole two months trying to force me to set up with her brother. It was getting pretty tiring to the point that I decided to avoid Klaus like the plague and not give the blonde a chance to put her plans into action. I loved her with all my heart, but I will not allow anyone to meddle in my affairs and try to set me on a particular path. Not even one of my best friends.

"Yeah, like one meeting was a declaration of true, unconditional love." I replied sarcastically, turning my attention back to my reflection in the mirror. I started putting on my makeup, being careful not to accidentally gouge my eye out with mascara. "Thomas and I spent half life with ourselves. It's obvious that we're feeling good together when we know each other better than anyone else."

"That's what we're all trying to tell you!" the woman snatched the mascara from my hand and turned to look at me in the eyes. "You don't love him anymore! He is like an old, favorite movie; you watch it because you have a soft spot for it, not because it brings you new, amazing emotions. You got used to having him around. And you're afraid that my brother will destroy your idea of loving Thomas. Even if it's obvious to everyone that you don't have any feelings for him. You fell for Nik, finally admit it to yourself!" she burst out, reproaching me again.

"Rebekah, enough. You're crossing the line." Freya stepped between us, wanting to reassure her little sister and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You want me to finally make a decision? Fine. Right after the wedding, I'm going back to Thomas. You don't have to wish me luck. I already know I'll be very happy with him." I replied, staring furiously at the blonde over Freya's shoulder.

"You have to be joking?! Seriously? Are you doing it just to spite me?"

"I'll meet you all downstairs. I promised to call Tom before we went out all night." I said, ignoring Rebekah's angry look at me.

I left the room quickly before any of the vampires (or the witch) could stop me, heading for the only place I could get some privacy.

Klaus' art studio.

The guys had already left the mansion an hour ago, teasing Katherine that they would make one last effort to find someone better for Elijah before she "ringed him with a golden muzzle," so I was sure no one would find me there. Who would have guessed I was hiding in the "cave" of a big bad wolf?

I was walking in a dark room, lit only by the moonlight. I took my phone out of my dress pocket and dialed Tom's number. I put the device to my ear, staring at the unfinished painting on the easel. Klaus must have been pretty pissed while painting it. I hadn't even seen so much intense red when the hybrid returned covered in blood from one of his "preventive missions."

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice snapped me out of my thoughts about the original.

"Hi." I replied with a little smile, sitting on the piano opposite the easel. Klaus went all out designing his studio.

"Hello, honey. Are you going out with the girls?"

"Yes. So don't bother calling; I won't answer, and even if I do, I doubt I'll be in a good condition." I replied jokingly, smiling wider as I heard his laugh.

"Ha ha. You know what they say: You are the truest version of yourself after alcohol."

"Is this your way to tell me that you're waiting on a drunken love confession from me? It isn't quite romantic, don't you think?"

"I don't care about it as long as it's true." I smiled. I wanted to respond to his taunt, but I froze in place as I saw someone's all-too-familiar blue eyes in the darkness of the studio. As our gazes met, he went out from the shadow and stood right in front of me. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, Tommy." Klaus wrinkled his nose at the "cute" diminutive.

"Have a good time, honey. Don't drink too much or I'll have to pick you up." before I could answer, Klaus snatched the phone from my hand.

"You don't have to worry about her. She will be in my excellent care, Timon," he said maliciously before aggressively hanging up.

"Seriously? Don't you have a brother to drink up instead of messing with my boyfriend? By the way, his name isn't Timon."

"Your boyfriend?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head. "Since when? If I remember correctly, he left you for like... two years ago?"

"So what? You're not better at all."

"Unlike him, I was interested in your fate, love."

"Sending your minions to follow my every move is stalking, not caring. And stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, turning towards the exit, but the hybrid blocked my way as usual. The look of displeasure on his face instantly made me feel much better.

"They didn't follow you... most of the time. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and you're not putting yourself in unnecessary danger for the sake of those imbeciles."

"Did you know that there is an ancient gadget called the telephone? You could have checked for yourself if I was alive."

"You changed your number." I blushed at my stupidity. He was right. Right after breaking up with Tom, my phone suffered minor damage due to my sudden emotions and relative lack of control over my magic. I just don't know why it hurt so much that he couldn't text me. It's not like I've been waiting for his call all these years... right?

"Well, we can't go back in time and change that anyway. There's no point in dwelling on it." I finally replied, looking away from him to hide my true feelings.

The man wouldn't let me get away from him so easily. His left hand went to my chin, forcing me to look again into his blue eyes, which gradually began to give way to his night-black pupils.

"So that's it? You want to go back to him as if nothing happened? Like I didn't send you a thousand bloody letters to beg you for a little piece of your attention like a desperate fool, that I am every single time you look at me!" he exploded.

His jaw was clenched in anger, and his other hand was clenched so tightly that it seemed to me that droplets of blood were dripping from it. But my stupid brain could only process one goddamn thing in this improbable situation.

"Letters? What letters?"

"Oh, don't play with me like this, love…" he tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he made any step towards the exit.

"Klaus, what letters? I didn't get anything from you since you went." I asked, searching his face for any explanation.

"Don't lie to me. It's even beneath you." he replied contemptuously.

A red light went on in my head. The son of a bitch had no right to walk into my already messy life with his fucking shoes and accuse me of whatever shit he fancied. This is exactly what caused my agitation. Not the hostile look I couldn't take from him.

"Beneath me? How can you tell if something is in "my type" or not?! You don't even fucking know me!" his jaw tightened. In the next second, he pushed me into a wall and put his hands on both sides of my head. His eyes were enraged, mad, and... passionate.

"I know you better than myself. I spent months admiring you in the shadows until you decided that I was curious enough to be noticed by you. It took you a bloody year to warm up to me and to treat me like something more than a monster. And when we were apart… I've never missed anyone as much as I have missed you in the thousand years I've lived. You told me here months ago that you would be the one to burn me. You were too stubborn to admit our connection that much, that you, love, didn't notice I was already burned by you a long time ago."

"You're lying. You wouldn't even have come up with that stupid excuse if Thomas hadn't shown up. You want me to lose my chance at happiness, don't you? The moment I trust you, you'll stab me in the back for your own amusement."

"Is your beloved ex-boyfriend, as I would like to point out, clouding your mental clarity so much?"

"Maybe he's my ex, but unlike some people, he really cares about me, not my power."

"Did he? Because if I had a chance, which you gave him, I would never, ever leave you. Not even if I could rule all of this damn world."

"Please, it's impossible that you could truly love…" he cut me off, pulling my face closer to his lips to shut me up by kissing me.

I imagined that moment so many times in my head, but nothing conveyed the true feeling of his lips on mine.

I moaned as he bit my lips and opened a way into my mouth like that. His treacherous tongue slipped inside like a snake, catching mine in his snare.

The sounds of brushes and paints falling were my only warning before he grabbed me around the waist, set me down on the table, and made me his height to (surely) kiss me dead.

The moment one of his hands started wandering toward the zipper of my dress, making me shiver every time his fingers touched my exposed skin, was a time when the warnings of my mind shouted over the dark, hidden desire of my foolish heart.

*SLAP!*

My hand left a small red mark on his left cheek for a while before his vampire power healed it. He slowly turned his head towards me, with his own hand on the place I slapped him, shocked that I (a little, mortal witch) was that dumb-brave to do this.

I breathed heavily as I stared into his impenetrable oceanic iris.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because I… you… we can't…" He leaned his head down toward mine so that our noses were touching. Our lips were disconcertingly close for me to express any logical thought that wasn't related to HIM.

"Y/N!! We're going to be late! Hurry up!" Katherine's voice made me jump out of the hybrid's embrace, scared of what might have happened in the art room if she hadn't interrupted us.

Before I left the room, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I fell straight into his chest. His second hand grabbed around my waist, making sure I wouldn't go before he stopped talking.

"Have your fun, love. We'll continue this discussion when you return." he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Y/N! What could possibly be taking so long?!"

"We have nothing to discuss." I growled, yanking myself out of his grip, and went out without even looking at him.

I need vodka or I'll completely lose my mind.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ha ha, I can't believe it!" I was laughing so hard when Rebekah finished her story about Klaus and Elijah running from bees when they were humans.

"I swear to you, they came out of the river drenched as ducks, only to meet some "huge and terrifying wild beast" and roll in the mud to let him lose their scent. They screamed like little girls as he approached them and growled at them. Kol was bursting with laughter, but in the end our mother's old fur fell off him and he had to run away from them."

"All right! How do I look?" Katherine emerged from the dressing room, making an impressive turn in front of us to present her dress (not a particularly successful one, given how much alcohol we had consumed).

"I like it, but you look much better in your real wedding dress." Freya commented as she adjusted Cami's fake veil.

Yes. All five of us decided to put on white dresses and continue our evening dressed like this. I have no fucking idea how it happened.

"I know where we should go next!" Rebekah screamed, threw my legs off her and got off the couch. She ran over to Katherine, showing her something on her phone and whispering conspiratorially. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of champagne.

Freya snatched the bottle from my hand, handing it to Cami. The barmaid drank the rest of its contents and sat down next to me. I put my head on her lap so she could comb my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling a little relaxed for the first time in weeks. The quiet whispers of the vampires in the background and the slow, calming movements of the blonde's hand were a wonderful sleep aid.

"Don't fall asleep, sleeping princess! We're going dancing." an enthusiastic Rebekah nudged me gently on the arm, trying to pull me out of my own world.

"Dancing? Where?" I asked, opening one eye to look unconvinced at the blonde.

"You will see. Come on, the night is still young, and we're not drunk enough." the vampire grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to the waiting limousine.

The five of us drank chilled champagne from the limousine in seconds, continuing to talk nonsense until we were at the door of the club Rebekah wanted to take us to.

If I had seen its name better, maybe I would have realized that this is the same place the guys went to celebrate Elijah's bachelor party, and maybe what happened later that night wouldn't have happened at all.

But we all went inside and lost each other in a sea of other people.

I looked around the crowd until I saw a familiar face at the bar. Instantly, my heart warmed, and the unreasonable desire to approach him overcame the rational side of my brain. I ran towards him, doing my best not to step on the white dress. Without knowing why, the people around me immediately let me through, so I didn't have to push through them.

"Nikkie!" I screamed when I saw the hybrid. I made a few steps toward him, and I fell into his arms, tripping over my fake wedding dress. I could hear Kol chuckling in the background. "I've missed you, love."

"You know I can get you two married at any moment, brother? Just say a word."

Kol took his beer from the bar as I leaned dangerously close to him, threatening to accidentally spill the alcohol down my dress. Klaus held me closer to him so that I wouldn't wobble from side to side, checking to make sure my drunken walk towards them didn't injure me in the process.

"Shut up, Kol. She's drunk."

"Hey! I'm not drunk, but you're ridiculously hot when you're mad." I giggled as I cupped his face and kissed a crease between his eyebrows. "And so sweet when you're confused." I said, chuckling after he gave me an incredulous look.

"The offer is still valid." a vampire muttered under his breath, teasing his brother.

"For bloody hell, Kol, I'm not gonna marry her!" he growled at him. Suddenly, I felt very sad. Tears came to my eyes from nowhere.

"No? Why? You don't love me?" I asked, sobbing. His eyes immediately fell on my weeping form in pure panic. Nik gently pulled me to him and cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb as he looked at me softly.

"Yes, Nikkie, don't you love her?" Kol interrupted our moment, much to Klaus' annoyance and anger.

"If you want to live to see tomorrow, get out of my sight. Now."

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the crowd of others. His eyes softened as he looked at my tear-stained face.

"Love, why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away my tears.

"Because you don't love me at all!" he sighed, hugging me tighter and kissing my head tenderly.

"Of course I love you." he whispered timidly into my hair.

"You do?" I moved away from him, placing my hands on his chest so that I could hold onto his body the whole time while looking into his eyes.

"It's impossible not to, love. Can we go home now?"

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

"Y/N. You're drunk, just come with me and…" I cut him off by catching his stupid, beautiful lips in a kiss.

At first, he stayed there, shocked, not even making the slightest move. I got a little irritated after a while, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer, biting his lower lip until it bled. I moaned in a kiss, as I could feel his sweet, addictive blood on my tongue. Without knowing why, I felt "the alcohol mist" in which I found myself begin to slowly leave my body. In the next moment, that annoying man finally started to respond to my affection. His arms were all around me, reaching into every part of my body.

In an attempt to regain control, his lips began chasing mine. We fought with each other, giving all our hidden passion, anger, and frustration into that kiss. But it still wasn't enough for me. And he knew this.

"Don't be such an asshole and stop teasing." I groaned, breaking away from him for a moment.

"Never." he whispered against my lips, skillfully avoiding mine.

"For the love of God! Kiss me right or…" I moaned as he interrupted my threat by biting into the sensitive skin of my neck.

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

I gasped, pulling his hair with one hand and grabbing his muscular shoulder with the other. After a few minutes, he pulled away from my neck and kissed me again, this time complying with my request. During our demanding kiss, I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck to my chest. The wound closed in a matter of seconds.

I summoned my magic to teleport us to his room. More specifically, his bed. I started to rip off his shirt so as not to interrupt our kissing session. But hybrid has other plans.

He pulled away from my bruised, tingling lips and grabbed my hands just as I was about to get to the waistband of his pants.

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

"No. We can't. Not like that." he sighed as I started to bite and make hickeys on his neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

"Don't act like you didn't dream of it. Like you don't wanna feel my hot, naked body on yours. Like you don't wanna drink from me while fucking me and leaving marks on all of me to make it clear to everyone that I'm yours." I whispered against the skin of his neck.

"Y/N. Stop." he growled, pushing me away from him when he felt my hand dangerously close to his pants' fly.

"Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finally get this damn feeling out of our system!"

"That's not how it works and you well know that."

"God! Why do you always have to make things so hard for me?!" I started gathering my things, intending to leave the refusing-me hybrid.

"Where are you going?!"

"To Tom! Maybe he will be a man and fuck me, if you don't want." I found myself instantly in his strong embrace. He was breathing rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his blue irises were almost impossible to see. He desired me. If he wanted me too, then why didn't he use his chance?

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

"Let me go. I wasted enough time for you." I groaned as I tried to break free from his grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I asked, lifting my head in challenge.

"Because you're MINE. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fucked from your mind every single thing that isn't me. We belong to each other. And you hate it. So much so that you can't accept the feelings that are between us. This is why you gonna go back to my bed and sleep by my side so I can make sure you're not going to do something incredible stupid tonight."

"Don't act like a protective boyfirend, if you don't care about me." I choked out, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't look me in the eye and instead places small kisses on my face.

"You stupid woman, don't you see how much I've already done for you just to keep you safe and happy?"

"You wanna make me happy? You wanna satisfy me? You wanna make sure I'm only yours? Then shut up and finally let it happen." I kissed him, pushing him on his back, so I could sit on him.

I started to strip myself, looking straight at him. His chest rose and fell at the speed of light, black pupils completely replacing his blue irises. I take a moment to appreciate his tattoo and kiss every flying bird.

"Lie that you love me." he said, after turning us so I was under him.

"It wouldn't be a lie." I thought as he kissed his way to my underwear.

"I know it's part of your game. Just... pretend for a moment you really feel something for me Y/N."

"It's not a game anymore. And since our first meeting, I have felt for you... everything."

"You win." he said, kissing me with all of his desire for me, and trying to get any response out of me.

"You win.'" I thought, letting myself get lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. "And I'm fucking terrified of it."

~•♤♤♤•~

Consciousness begins to slowly return to my battered, relaxed body. I sighed, snuggling into something warm and cozy beneath me. I put my head in a more comfortable position and took a breath of the amazing perfume.

Klaus' perfume.

I froze in place, afraid to make any move. After a few minutes, I finally decided to hesitantly open my eyes and lift my head slightly.

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

With my brain overheating from the new information, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the unconscious hybrid. He looked so... innocent when he slept. And carefree, even blissfully, judging by his gentle smile, which I could see despite the darkness in the room.

The disheveled hair on his head only made him even hotter. It was also helped by the fact that I was probably the perpetrator of his messy look.

I tried to slowly put myself out of his arms to get the phone, but Klaus instantly held me closer when he felt from his sleep my littlest move. I carefully placed my head back on his chest. I let myself hear his beating heart and smell his addictive perfume for the moment.

Curiously, I looked around his room, enjoying as much as I could of what little peace I had left before my partner woke up. For a moment, I could imagine that Klaus was my boyfriend, we led a dull, safe life together devoid of anything supernatural. Hope lives with Hayley for a week, with us for the second, his family comes over once a month for dinner together. And above all, no one wants to kill us, we have no enemies from whom we must defend our loved ones. Maybe we'd even get married and have children of our own?

Married.

Wedding.

"OH MY GOD! Klaus! Hey. Nik. We have to get up, or we'll be late for the wedding! Oh, come on! You can't sleep that hard! Niklaus!" I screamed. I tried to pull his arm to wake him up, but his eyes were still closed. "If you don't wake up, I'll smear your room with all those expensive paints you have."

"Shh, five more minutes, love." he mumbled, turning on his side and pinning me to his bed with his arm. He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my hair.

"Katherine is going to kill me if we miss her wedding." I said in panic, unknowingly brushing his hair with my fingers.

"I won't let her do this." he tightened his grip on me, still in his semi-conscious state. "You might as well not mention her name in my bed."

"Klaus, I'm serious. Move. We have to get together."

"Vile woman, have you no pity on me?"

"Not even a little. Now get off me, you're heavy." I moaned under him, trying to move his body.

"I have a better idea of how to spend the day than being at my brother's wedding with the devil. I think you'll like it too. Last night, you did. Very much, considering the moans of my name coming out of your beautiful, alluring mouth."

"Yeah… talking about last night. It doesn't change anything, right? I mean… we're… we not…"

I stopped as he placed his head close to mine so he could lick up the dried blood from my neck. This man would be my death.

"Penny for your TRUE toughts?" he whispered against my neck, pulling away from it to look into my eyes.

"I just..."

"Yhm?" he leaned closer to my lips, but before he could kiss me, I pushed him off me and off the bed, sending him crashing to the floor. I took the opportunity to wrap myself in his duvet, running into the hybrid's bathroom before he recovered from my unexpected move.

"Dress up. We have to be there in 10 minutes. Don't forget the wedding rings!" I screamed, knowing full well that he would hear me through the closed door even if I was whispering. I listened for a moment, standing perfectly still, until I heard his grumpy mumbling and footsteps walking away.

With a sigh, I leaned against the door, sliding myself down to the floor. Memories of last night started to slowly come back to my mind, including his half-drunk "I love you."

What the hell have I done?

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th3maestr0 · 1 year

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‘Got Ya Drummer’

Blur vs. Oasis, the typical 90s debacle. The two bands are shoved together at one party at the same time, where the drummer of Oasis meets her ‘rival’ Damon Albarn, although he’s sloshed out of his mind.

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Flashing lights, interviews, tours, recording studios and sold out venues, something you'd never thought you'd experience after being asked to join your friends band back when you were still teenagers. You almost missed the calm and peaceful life, without cameras and microphones being shoved in your face every-time you went outside, but at this point dodging the paparazzi was an everyday chore, and you'd gotten quite used to it, but the fans, cheering and tours all felt unreal, it felt amazing knowing you have a part in something that brings so many people together, so you didn't mind the bad side of fame, as the good side cancelled it out.

You fixed your outfit in the mirror, giving yourself a look before thinking over wether you should've gone with another outfit, but before you had time to make a move for your closet you heard banging on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Let's go!"

You heard a very Manchester accent call from the other side of the door, of course Liam had let himself into your apartment.

You just shook your second thoughts on your outfit out of your brain and headed for the door. "Alright! I'm ready!" You flung the door open, as you nearly hit Liam, receiving a glare from the younger Gallagher brother, which only caused you to smile innocently.

Liam rolled his eyes, "Noel is parked on the street waiting for us, he's getting impatient." He scoffed, as the two of you began heading for the door out of your apartment.

"Of course he is, he's probably hungry." You laugh as you grabbed your keys off the table next to the door, and slipped a hand around the doorknob, opening it for the both of you.

"Fuckin' potato he is." Liam insulted his brother, a tint of sarcasm dripping from the words, causing you to chuckle as you shut and locked the door behind the both of you. The two of you began walking down the hallway away from your apartment as you checked you had everything you needed for the night, tucking your keys into a safe pocket in your bag.

Looking back toward Liam, there was still a bit of a grouch on his face, surely he's not annoyed over his brother, what's with his mood? You nudged him with your arm, grabbing his attention. "What's with you?" You quipped, with a slight brow raise.

"What do you mean, what's with you?" He scrunched his brows, or say, brow, at you.

"You're obviously in a mood." You continued, as the two of you turned a corner into another hallway, toward the elevator.

Liam's shoulders dropped and huffed before speaking, "Blur's going to be there... all four of em'." You whipped your head to look up at him.

Blur, Oasis's rival band, who the band (although you tried to stay out of it), especially the brothers, had been bickering with non stop. You thought the fighting was cliche, of course the top two most highly acclaimed bands in Britain were constantly at each other's throats, but why? Both bands were equally successful, was it greed? You didn't want to think about it further. But, of course, you would have to be on edge the entire night knowing that an egotistical rival could pop up out of nowhere.

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Well, the host definitely knows how to make a party interesting." Liam chuckled from beside you as you reached the elevator, his finger pressed the down arrow before he leaned against the wall.

"Maybe a fight will break out." Liam smiled widely, a hint of evil swirling in his eyes.

You just shook your head with a smile, "That will give Oasis a bad reputation, you know."

You watched Liam shrug as a smug look crossed his face, "Do we really have a good reputation at the moment?".

You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders, "Well, we are invited to a massive party with all the biggest bands in England," You thought a moment before continuing, "so we have some sort of reputation."

Liam nodded, "For making good as hell music, we don't have pretty privilege like Damon." The elevator door dinged as the doors slid open, the two of you walked in and hit the button for the ground floor, as you scoffed.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty?" Liam gave you a look, dragging his eyes slowly up and down.

"You're pretty, but you're practically a guy, you drum." You gasped, fake offence, used to those kind of comments.

"Well, you weren't wrong when you said Damon was pretty." You smirked, knowing that would set Liam off, either shut him up or set him off on a rant.

You heard him choke on his own spit, glaring down at you. "What."

You shrugged, "I said what I said." Liam moved as the elevator bounced slightly at the ground floor. Before he could give you a lecture you slid out of the elevator as fast as possible, Liam straggling behind you.

"Y/N!" Liam called after you, you shot him a smile over your shoulder as you slowed down, not that it would've taken him much to catch up to you. "Did you seriously compliment our rival?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Liam, it was a joke." Liam shook his head, before pushing the door open with one hand for the two of you.

"Joke or not, you better not be thinking betraying us, Oasis." You shook your head, stepping out into the cool dusk air.

"Liam, Damon would be way to scared to even look at me, considering I'm part of your band." Liam gave you a look before you two saw Noel's car and began walking toward it.

"You think I'm scary?" He asked.

"Me? No. Everyone else? Most definitely." You dropped your conversation there, knowing if you continued on you two would begin bickering as you always do.

Liam opened the car door of the backseat for you, as you slid into the seat on the far side. Liam sat down next to you, before slamming the door shut, before interrupting Bonehead who was just about to greet you. "You will never guess what Y/N just said!" You rolled your eyes and settled back into your seat, zoning out of Liam's rambling after the car's engine rumbled to life and pulled out of park.

Now that you had a moment to think about it, Liam was not wrong and neither were you. The lead singer of Blur, your rival band, was quite attractive. That dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, perfectly curved nose, his confidence, he could definitely have any girl he wanted.

You had never met him, only seen him in magazines and on tv, and you must admit, he never failed to make you stop and stare. You always read magazines about music, and you're only now realising how much you read about Damon specifically.

You crossed your arms over yourself as you struggled to push the thoughts away. Liam would hate you if he knew you thought anything more than Damon being "attractive", which you said was a joke, but was definitely not, his weird obsession with the rivalry was getting old.

You fell back into reality as the car stopped at a light, Liam was talking about something completely different now, Noel was humming, probably trying to ignore his brother, and Bonehead was engaging in Liam's chatter.

***

The car pulled to a stop in front of a large, very fancy looking house. A large garden, that was filled with sloshed zombies, which you mused at for a moment, and obviously Old London-inspired architecture. Although the fancy look of it was quickly overshadowed by the blasting music you could hear blocks away before you arrived, some shitty pop band playing, flashing lights and large crowds of people in every direction, some obviously drunk, maybe a fight or two starting in the middle of the circles.

Who was hosting this party again? And how did they get Britains most popular bands at one party? Of course you never knew who hosted these massive parties, the band never cared to ask and in return there was no identity to the host.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind as your opened the car door for yourself and stepped out of the vehicle, all the noise you could hear instantly becoming louder. Normally you were the life of the party, being the easiest of the Oasis members to talk to, but something drew you away from the building in front of you as you scanned your surroundings.

You watched as Liam and Bonehead immediately made a B-line toward the building, but Noel stood next to you briefly, slouching against the car, you appreciated how he stopped for a moment to check on you, after watching you hesitate.

"You excited?" He asked, glancing over at you.

You shrugged, "This is definitely the biggest party I've ever been to." Noel chuckled before nudging you with his elbow.

"And it definitely will not be the last." He foreshadowed before continuing, "This makes the parties we went to in high school look lame."

You smiled and turned to face him, "Well, those parties were hosted when the parents were out of town, with booze from the cabinet the parents tried to hide the key of."

Noel sighed at the truth behind your words, "Those were the days."

The two of you watched the party silently for a moment before he piped up, rubbing fake dust off his hands, "Listen, theres definitely a lot of fit birds in there, I've got to get in there before they're all over Liam."

You laughed at his shallowness as he began walking off, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his steps, locking the car and stuffing the key in his pocket.

"Say, you should find someone for the night, yeah?" He lifted a brow at you, "You seem to try to avoid one night stands."

You tilted your head with a smile "How would you know that, i never kiss and tell."

Noel gave you an intrigued look before you continued, "We'll see." He shot you a wink before turning his back to you, but he quickly stopped in his tracks and turned to you once more, "One rule," he started, "No twats from Blur."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course not." With that he once again began walking toward the open doors to the building.

You straightened up your outfit before following suit, the crunching of the pathway grounding you, as you walked toward the doors.

A man who stood at the door smiled at you, woozily, was he drunk? That was a stupid question, everyone in this party would be. You stepped inside the building and immediately the blasting music and loud chatter met your ears.

You felt your ears immediately begin ringing as a light nervous buzzing filled your veins. You just needed to get shit-faced drunk, and you'll be your regular extroverted self again, you were sure.

You pushed through crowds of people you didn't know, spotting some familiar faces from popular bands you either met or had read about, you wondered how many of these people were drunk, high or both. You heard your name get shouted a few times, of course people wanted to talk to you, get you riled up and dancing on a table, but you kept moving, conversation and stupid decisions were for when you had a drink in your hand.

You pushed through the crowd, because there was not a chance a simple 'excuse me' would move people for you. At times like these you felt like a bit of a pushover, the Gallagher brothers, especially Liam, make a crowds part like it's nothing, you though were definitely too 'nonchalant' as people would describe you, often wondering how you're friends with such brash people, to move a crowd with sheer fear like the brothers do, although you appreciated what they did, made it easy to walk behind them.

You finally popped through the last group of people in the large first room, still though, no alcohol in sight. You groaned, loudly than you meant to, catching a few peoples attention, which you quickly regretted as you spotted a tall, lanky figure make its way over to you. "Well isn't it Y/N L/N." The man said, teasing glint in his eyes.

You put on a mischievous demeanour before responding, "Alex James."

Alex, Blur's bassist, was always at these parties, wether or not the rest of his band mates where here with him, he seemed to have a true love for the parties, flashing lights, blaring music, having to scream to talk to people. You wondered how damaged his ears must be, but you're one to talk as you are a drummer.

"What a surprise to see you here! Didn't know a mediocre band was invited." He talked slowly, obviously very much wasted, he would not remember this interaction tomorrow.

You rolled your eyes at him, smile on your face, "It's lovely to see you too, Alex." You turned your eyes back around to try to spot anywhere to grab a drink, but there was no luck, Alex very obviously noticed this.

"What'cha looking for?" He asked, before you could respond he continued, "Maybe someone to shag for the night?" He said, almost eagerly.

"I want to grab a drink, I just have no clue where to find the booze."

Alex laughed, "You're not drunk already?"

You scoffed, "I just got here."

"You're no fun when you're sober, " He muttered, sure if you were actually drunk you may of flirted back at him, but you knew damn well Liam would've knocked him out if he laid a hand on you. "Plus, I need someone to start shit with."

You and Alex when completely black out drunk we're two peas in a pod, partners in crime, sure the two of you were in rival bands and had absolutely no contact outside of the off occasion you see each other, but your personalities mixed perfectly, maybe if your friends didn't hate each other you'd be close friends.

You always started shit together, fights would break out because of complete lies the two of you made up, you were chaos creators and you both gained a reputation for it. "Remember the last party-"

you immediately kicked Alex's shin after that, "Don't remind me."

Alex just chuckled, and threw an arm over your shoulder, "Don't worry babe, I've got you." He began walking, leading you with his arm, you were hoping in the direction of alcohol.

As you walked you caught glances, for one or two reasons, people knew that if the brothers saw this they'd go insane. And two, people knew you two were up to something. In reality, you just wanted booze, save the chaos for later.

As you continued walking it was obvious Alex was heavily sloshed, his black hair swayed with the way he walked, clumsily, maybe he only put an arm around you to steady himself, but he also smelled horrible, like sweat, cigarettes and alcohol you just hoped he knew what he was doing.

After a long winded lap of the room, you ended up in the same spot you started, you crossed your arms and sent Alex a deadly look, "You're no help right now Alex."

He blinked slowly, a teasing smile on his face, "What were we looking for again?" You groaned and turned away from him, walking away, damn did he need to lay off of the drugs. He'd distract himself with a pretty girl anyway, forget all that just happened. You heard him call behind you "Hey, say hi to Damon-" and then something muffled from the noise in the house, odd, but that was Alex for you.

You grumbled a bit at that interaction, and made your way to where the crowd was the heaviest. You bumped shoulders with Liam, chatting up some blonde girl, shooting him a wink before pushing through the crowd once again.

Finally you were spat out into a kitchen, you scrunched your nose at the smell. The floors were sticky and the room felt hot. You quickly grabbed a beer from a cooler, you found it funny for such a big party to be organised so horribly.

Popping open the cap you were met with the noise once again, blaring in your ears, it disorientated you and made your skin itch and all you wanted to was crawl into yourself. Maybe it's because the music was so shit you couldn't handle listening to it. You decided it would be a lot more easy to listen to when you can barely walk, so you grab another beer to carry and look around for an escape.

On the other side of the room was a glass door, open and leading out into a garden. You knew it would be quieter out there, although you might risk some couple publicly shagging in a bush. You scrunched your face at the idea.

You walked outside, stepping down the marble steps and onto the grass. Your eyes laid on a dimly lit gazebo, which seemed very inviting. The sight of it continued to amuse you for such a sleazy party.

Your feet quickly crossed the ground, getting farther from the noise and closer to the gazebo, but as soon as you stepped in it your expectations were immediately dropped.

It would've been a nice place to sit and drink in self pity until you were ready to go inside again, but that was quickly ruined as a very drunk blonde who lay on the floor of the gazebo smiled up at you. Not another Blur wanker.

"Are you an Angel?" He whispered, a slur to his voice, you could practically smell the booze on this breath from above him.

"No, Damon, I'm your worst nightmare." You spoke with a grimace, taking a sip of your open beer, the other still clenched in your fist.

"Did you bring that for me?" He looked at the beer in your hand.

"Er, no." You pressed your lips together and looked around. Who left him here?

You watched as he sat up, rolling over slowly, a wonky smile plastered on his face with lidded eyes that screamed sex, it almost made you shiver.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at you once again, before a short realisation covered his face, although it was replaced with a flirty expression just as quickly.

"Ah, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue as he was trying to keep it pressed to it, liking the taste of it, what was this?

"Whose that for?" He wiggled his brows.

"Me." You shamelessly spoke, might as well be honest.

"You're telling me you're out here to drink on your own? At a party?" He laughed.

You couldn't deal with this, you were far too sober to interact with this man, especially because it's the first time you've actually met.

"You know what, I'll be leaving now." You turned but he grabbed a hold on your ankle which caused a shiver to rush up your back.

"No- no." He said through a hiccup. "At least stay and let me talk to you."

"Why on earth would I do that."

Damon frowned and shrugged.

"You know the boys would kill you if they saw you talking to me."

Damon rolled his eyes, "What's with that, why do they get so violent like all the time."

You frowned at him but sat down next to him on steps anyway. Placing the beer you haven't opened down between the two of you. You watched Damon consider pinching it for himself for a moment. You glared at him.

"You wouldn't get it Damon." You mumbled taking a sip of your beer.

He didn't push but just looked up at you with those blue eyes, which met yours as you looked at him to get a better view. Sure, they were piercing, but in a way that actually pierced your heart which caused you to look away with a scowl.

"I thought you were the easy going one, why you are you all uptight." His drunken mind allowed him no shame as he questioned your mood.

You lifted a brow at him, "Because I'm not drunk, and I'm with someone I'd rather not be."

You've seen the things Damon's said about the music, about the boys, a part of you wants to hate him but a part of you can't get how charming he is out of your mind.

"Oh please." He pushed himself up with his arms, and leaned forward so he was in your line of view. "You like me, I know it."

You shot him a look, which caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, those hateful looks, you don't mean them."

You took a big sip of your beer, you'd had to be shitfaced to deal with this.

"Are you projecting Damon Albarn." You joked, moving your face close to his. Two can play at that game.

"Yeah, real bad." He whispered, tilting his head down to give you bedroom eyes, you laughed and looked away.

"Your flirting is not going to get you anywhere with me Damon." You spoke with amusement.

"Why not?" He asked with a pout.

"Because I can tell you're only talking to me for a one night stand."

Damon rolled his eyes, "How would you know."

"Because we barely know each other."

Damon just scoffed, "I want to know you, badly."

"Uh-huh, okay." You laughed, "You disgust me."

"Do I?" He spoke, before lifting a hand a placing it on your shoulder.

"Yeah a lot." You eyed the hand with a grimace on your face.

"Now that's just not true is it baby?" He tried.

"Uh, ew." You laughed at his expense. "Not a chance Albarn."

He grumbled and took a hold of your beer in his hand, before he popped the lid off. You were going to drink that but if it'll get him to stop whatever this is, it's worth it.

"Try your luck with someone else." You smiled sheepishly at him and just rolled your eyes.

"You're no fun."

"No, I just don't want you dead."

You watched as the already horrifically drunk boy took a swig of your beer. You pressed your lips together in thought. Does he really need that? Will he be able to stomach it?

You got you answer as through his second sip his eyes widened and he gagged loudly.

"Ew! Not on me!" You shouted, dropping your beer and standing up quickly.

You watched him cough and stand up, making a B-line straight for the house. Why didn't he just throw up in a bush? What a strange man.

You crossed your arms as you stared at the door he just ran through, probably looking for a bathroom to throw up in.

Your eyes peeled back over to your beer bottle, which was now empty on the grass, the booze watering the grass, if they even drink it. Can grass get drunk? Oh dear yeah you're tipsy.

You sighed as you made your way back inside to grab another drink, maybe finally make some casual conversation.

As soon as you walked in though you heard two girls chatting.

"What was with Damon?"

"I wouldn't mind it, he's probably just sloshed."

"Yeah one of his band mates will help him out."

You frowned at that, because his band mates were definitely in the same state, if not worse than, as him. You felt an urge to go look after the poor boy.

Did you really want to waste the rest of your night looking after some messy, drunk man child, and miss out on the party? Your ears tuned back into the music which made you cringe. Yeah, maybe you did.

You grabbed another beer for yourself, making sure to only grab one this time and immediately broke out into the crowd.

You saw Bonehead talking to a few blokes and immediately walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he realised it was you.

"Y/N! these are my friends," he tipped his head toward the two guys he was talking to. You politely waved at them, one of them was gaping at you, it was slightly second hand embarrassing.

You rose to your tippy toes and spoke into Bonehead's ear. "Where's the bathroom?" He pointed across the room at a staircase.

"Up those stairs first door, you'll find it."

You gave him a smile as thanks and waved you off, quickly you made your way over toward the stairs, stepping between the people sat on the stairs that excitedly greeted you.

Finally, you reached the top, quickly making it to the door and pushing it open. No going back now.

Immediately you heard gagging and in front of you with his head above the toilet bowl kneeled Damon. This was almost humorous to see, but you resisted from laughing.

"You could have a least locked the door." You spoke as you scrunched your nose.

Damon turned around with a smile on his face, "You followed me!"

You tipped your head at the boy, he seemed way too excited for gagging and throwing up. "I felt obligated to."

Damon chucked up one last bit before falling into a sitting position. "You came to take care of me?" He asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

In your half an hour of being around this man you had learned nothing of him but he's an alcoholic. You had no clue why you followed him and now store at him sick on the floor of a bathroom. You're following your heart once again.

You watched as he rested his head on the germy toilet seat and you made another face for the hundredth time that hour.

"You're disgusting. Flush the toilet and sit down on the seat." You commanded, and he did just that.

You grabbed a few towels from the hamper, how fancy, and wet them before making your way over to the boy, and sat your beer down on the sink.

He smiled up at you as you looked over his face. A bit of vomit sat on his chin, and some dribbled onto his shirt. You just shook your head.

You began to wipe his mess off his face as he lazily looked up at you. It made you uncomfortable.

"Stop staring at me."

"Why." He slurred.

"Because I told you to."

Immediately his eyes dropped, dropped to your chest. Your firmly grabbed his chin and made him look up again which caused him to laugh loudly, you smiled at that, it was quite funny.

You reached for his tee, wiping at the small stain on the front of it with a new towel, the other dropped to the floor.

"First time we meet and you throw up everywhere and I have to clean you up, talk about first impressions."

Damon shrugged with a smile, "Not like I'll remember it in the morning." You let out a chuckle at that.

"Fair, I guess we can start over than, because I would rather forget all of this."

Just as you finished speaking the door to the bathroom flung open with a loud slam. It made you jump and look over your shoulder. Noel stood there, surprised at the scene in front of him, you could tell by his expression.

"Hi Noel." You spoke and as casually as you could continued to wipe up the mess.

"What is this, did you forget what I told you-."You cut Noel off.

"No, I er... found him on the floor in here, he spewed everywhere. I couldn't just leave him like that." You made the excuse up quickly, you hoped it sounded real enough.

"No, you-" Damon started up, before you gave him a kick to the shin which shut him up quickly.

Noel stood there for a moment in silence as you finished wiping, discarding the towel onto the floor with the others. You turned around with your arms crossed to face him, Damon sat aloof behind you, still hazy from his spew.

Noel hummed, "Alright." Before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to the hallway. "I need to piss, out both of you." He commanded which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

You grabbed Damon by the collar and pulled him out in the hallway, grabbing your beer as-well and shutting the door behind you. You heard it click locked.

Damon went to grab the bottle from your hand but you slapped it away. "Absolutely not." He pouted but you looked away and resisted his face.

"You need to sober up."

"No I don't, I need to party." Damon grumbled.

You sighed, and looked him in the eyes.

You quickly looked through your brain for a bribe or some way to convince him to sober up so you don't have a repeat of what just happened. Although if you did let him loose you'd be able to cause a riot in the party with Alex, and that did sound tempting, but you had to refuse.

"Uh, here, I'll kiss you if you sober up for a bit." You reluctantly said, wishing you could take it back immediately as soon as it left your mouth.

He brightened up and that and smiled boyishly. "Yes!"

You watched as he turned and began walking down the the dark hallway, further away from the party, you laughed at his eagerness.

You followed a distance away, allowing him to find somewhere to sit to his standards, you don't know why you're making sure this posh boy doesn't party too hard, but then again you cannot deny the way you feel when you're around him.

Damon found a room fairly quickly, away from the blaring music but close enough to be able to hear if someone shouts Police.

You stepped inside and almost gasped, it was a small ballroom, very small for a ball room, but big for a room on its self. The ceilings were high and intricate designs covered the walls, not to mention the large windows that allowed moonlight to wash over the room. The room was completely empty except for the stage on the far side of it. How much was this house to rent for a party, this is shocking.

Damon settled happily on the floor against the wall, he rested his head back against it and shut his eyes. He looked peaceful like this, you almost wished you got to meet him sober, when he wasn't like this, because you must admit deep down inside of you wanted to know this man, badly.

You walked over and sat down next to him, close but not close so you were touching. You placed your beer down next to you, away from him so he couldn't get to it.

He opened an eye to look at you, which caused you to laugh. "Why are you peaking at me."

"Because." He opened his eyes fully and faced his head toward. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he scanned your features. "I just like the look of you."

You made a face, not one of judgement or disgust, but one of amusement. "Are you calling me pretty Albarn?"

He nodded, "More than that, beautiful." He said truthfully.

You smiled and looked away, "Corny."

He grumbled, "I'm trying my hardest to flirt with you."

"Try again when you're a bit more sober Damon."

His face lit up, "You mean if I was sober you'd be into this?" He asked slyly.

You shrugged your shoulders, "Dunno, I barely know what you're like sober, but I'm assuming not much different."

Damon rolled his eyes and he splayed his legs out in front of him. "I think I deserve that kiss now."

"We've barely been here for 5 minutes." You spoke and he just shrugged and moved closer to you.

"I know you want it." He spoke lowly. Oh dear god, back to this?

You looked into his eyes suddenly they're deep, you find it funny how he can somehow change the way his eyes look so quickly.

You smiled very amused, "You think so?"

He nodded his head and leaned in towards you.

You watched as he lidded his eyes and began leaning in, reaching a hand to your waist. Quickly you slapped a packet of mints to his mouth, the cold metal on his lips causing him to gasp and open his eyes, quickly pulling away.

"What the hell-" he spoke before seeing what was in your hand. He frowned while you laughed deviously at the poor boy.

"You're not getting anywhere near me after you've been vomiting," you tossed him the pack. "Take a few and I'll think about." You shifted away from him, creating space between you two which felt cold.

"Where did these even come from." He asked, popping the cap open as you watched him shake out 2, 3, 6, 7 mints into his palm before shutting the lid and shoving it into his pocket.

You smiled and leaned back against the wall, "Pockets."

He rolled his eyes and threw the mints into his mouth. You watch as he chewed them, and he made a face at the extreme minty feeling that burnt his tongue, you just shook your head.

You listened as the band downstairs stopped playing, finally, the singer was total crap, and music began to play over stereos downstairs. You heard a song spin into action and quickly recognised it as Girls & Boys by none other than Blur. You let out a laugh as Damon made a face at the party host playing his music.

"Eugh," he made a sound of disgust, "I party to get away from the music."

You glanced at the boy with a tilted head and a questioning smile. "You don't like your own music?" You asked.

He shrugged and rested his head back against the wall, "Yeah, sometimes, you get sick of hearing your songs over and over again, and having to play them over and over again at gigs. You know, you get it, you're just as big."

You nodded solemnly, "Fames a crazy thing, we all end up on heavy drugs or turn to alcohol." You motioned to him and rolled his eyes. "It just comes with the career."

Damon nodded, "Did you ever think you'd end up famous?"

You shrugged, "Of course it was a dream, it was every kids dream at some point. I just ended up lucky. I don't think I deserve it."

"Why not?" Damon questioned.

"I didn't work as hard as everyone else, I got lucky." You hummed out.

Damon shook his head quickly and placed his hand on top of yours that rest on the floor, you let your eyes drop to it. "You're talented Y/N, I've seen some of your shows on tv. You're one of the best... hell better than Dave."

You chuckled at the compliment, him putting down his own drummer just to assure you, it felt weird, it felt personal. Did he really mean it that much?

"What about you?" You asked.

He nodded, "Yeah I always had a feeling it would happen, wanted to be an actor and would've made it doing that if I didn't do the music."

You rolled your eyes at his confidence, "You're shocking, Damon."

He raised his brows at you, "Honest as possible."

You slid your hand out from under his and you watched him wince at lack of hand in his.

You heard the song end and a new one pick up, which caused you to gasp and Damon to laugh loudly. Shakermaker tuned in which caused you to cringe slightly.

"I love this song." Damon laughed as he stood up, nearly tripping over his feet as he walked out into the middle of the room.

He air guitared the intro very over exaggerated, which made you chuckle, as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth.

"I'd like to be somebody else!" He sang scratchily in his best Liam impression which was even more exaggerated than his air guitar. "And not know where I've been!" He pointed at you, and then back at him, which referenced how he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, oh dear he was still completely drunk.

"I'd like to build myself a house, out of plasticine!" He motioned around to the room you were in as he spun.

"Ahhh, ahhh, shake along with me!" He winked as he walked over toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to dance with him.

You laughed and threw your arms over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist and spun the two of you. "Ahhhh, ahhhh! Shake along with me!" You both sang.

"You are a brilliant dancer." Damon joked through breaths. You just pushed his arm.

The two of you calmed down as a new song tuned in, one neither of you payed any attention to. You smiled brightly at each other once you were breathing normally again.

"I think I'm sober enough now, hey?" Damon cheekily smiled as he walked closer to you, placing his hands on your waist where they were not long ago.

"Not quite." You laughed as you put your hands on his chest to push him away.

"Oh, please." He begged, which made you laugh and how badly he wanted to kiss you.

"I don't understand why you want to kiss me so bad."

"Who wouldn't?" He asked as he moved his face closer to yours, you reluctantly wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

"You talk to me like you are infatuated with me." You rolled your eyes.

Damon shrugged, "Not yet, but I like you, I like seeing you laugh on tv and I like watching your interviews, I like reading about you in magazines." He admitted, shamelessly.

You sighed at that, "You have no shame you know, anyone would be nervous to say that."

Damon shrugged, "It's that alcohol, baby."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and surprisingly it was you who finally closed the tensioned filled space between you.

Damon quickly reciprocated though. He was minty, you thanked the mints for their work as you filed your hands into his hair.

Damon pressed his hips against you just as the door to the ball room flung open. You both pulled away from the kiss quickly, but not quick enough for who ever was at the door to not see what was going on.

As your eyes adjusted you saw none other than Liam Gallagher at the doorway, hand on the door knob and mouth agape, staring straight at the both of you, the blonde girl he'd been chatting up from earlier peaking over his shoulder.

You felt your face go white and your heart drop as you looked over to Damon, who definitely didn't look as horrified as you were.

"What was that." Liam said, deadpan, as if he was warming up to yell, which he probably was about to do.

"Got ya drummer." Damon laughed, which caused you to cough on a lump in your throat.

"I'm going to kill you Damon Albarn."

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