#sorry if someone else has already done something similar i promise i haven’t been lurking and thieving

[likelylarks]

Daniel was not, strictly speaking, a Taylor Swift fan. He had ears, obviously, so he’d heard his fair share of her music over the years; his girlfriends had typically been into her music, too. It meant he knew the popular songs and there were maybe a couple tracks on folklore that hit a little too close to home, but nothing wild. So, when his girlfriend told him that Taylor Swift had dropped a new album, he didn’t really think anything of it. 

Over the next few days, he assumed that’s what she was listening to in the apartment. Over and over. But he couldn’t fault her for that because he could get the same way. It wasn’t a big deal. 

Then he had a phone call with Max. It was just about coordinating flights and taxis and boring shit so it didn’t matter that T. Swift was loud in the background. 

I love you, it’s ruining my life. 

Max laughed loudly at something barely funny that Daniel said; his chest warmed at the sound, something content and pleased re-making it’s presence known. Daniel’s thoughts stuttered to a very distinct, “Oh. Oh no.”

#sorry if someone else has already done something similar i promise i haven’t been lurking and thieving #larks writes #larks tries #(not to sink into oblivion even though it’s very nice here) #maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #okay goodbye forever again

[writingsoftheunderworld]

Ok I’m so happy someone taking requests. It’s take place season two where Bonnie and Damon hate each other but there daughter comes from the future to help them fight Klaus but no one knows she’s there daughter. Thank you 😊

Hey! So glad too! I’m always up for some Bamon so it’s come at just the right time. Ok, so I’ve definitely done as requested, but I’m really enjoying this and would love to maybe turn it multi-chaptered so if there’s demand I might add onto this story, it was soo much fun. 

Anyways, @barkingbullfrog here you go! Hope you enjoy. Sadly the Bamon is not too romanc-y what with the setting though I went with later season two so they are at least reluctantly working together.

Damon propped his feet up on the arm of the loveseat he found himself laying down on, an air of nonchalance mere facade to the turmoil he was feeling inside. Elena and Stefan sat opposite him, poetic really, he thought, talking about what there was to do now that uncle John decided to fuck up again. He couldn’t understand how some people could be this stupid. Why would anyone trust Isobel was beyond him, the bitch had tricked him into turning her, had tricked Elena just a few months ago, had fucked up Alaric good and proper and had been working with Katherine. He listened to Stefan try to propose they use their house as a safe-house and Elena shoot it down immediately. Figures. Was there no one around who used their brain? 

There’s Bonnie, his mind helpfully supplied as he heard Elena wrack up another complaint. He answered this one, thoughts of the little witch in his head. He didn’t like having to revisit one of his greatest failures. Because he knows allowing Emily Bennett to burn could only be catalogued as nothing other than failure. And now Bonnie wanted to absorb all that power. Hence, she was definitely the intelligent one here. More power was exactly what they needed, not drama with bio-mom from hell. 

“To the Lockwood luncheon.” he heard Elena finish her sentence, followed closely by his brother’s knight in armour agreement.

“Not me, I’ve witch stuff to attend to with Bonnie” he quipped, watching Elena’s warm gaze shifting to him again. He also paid enough attention to Katherine lurking about just then. He knew she’d been listening to the whole conversation, she wasn’t subtle about it, which only served to annoy and baffle him. Why wasn’t Mistress of Bitchdom pretending to hide anymore? Oh well, question for another day perhaps, bigger fish to fry.

“Does that mean you’re taking her to the -” he shushed Elena before she could give them away, a stray thought of Bonnie would’ve known not to say anything worming its way into his mind, and he almost scoffed at himself. Since when was the witch at the front of his thoughts? But before he could dwell on that particular annoyance, Katherine saunters her way over and he hears footsteps outside in the walkway. He’s about to answer the she-demon when the front door’s lock turns and the door swings open suddenly. He’s up on his feet and with his hand around the uninvited visitor’s neck before Stefan even has the chance to get up and plant himself in front of Elena. Katherine of course does nothing, simply turns to stare at him and the young woman he’s holding against the wall, a mild shock flitting over her features almost too quick to see. He doesn’t get more than a few seconds before he finds himself doubled over in sudden pain, clutching his head as stars burst behind his eyelids. He almost thinks he’s misstepped and Bonnie herself was standing there, the wave of magic bringing him to his knees and the smell of blood so very similar to hers. Bennett blood for sure.

“Ack!” He cries out and waits for the ringing in his ears to subside, then he casts a customary glance around at his brother and his ex, surprised to see Katherine herself on her knees, still in apparently a lot of pain. Whoever the Bennett witch that just stepped inside their house like she owned it was, she didn’t stop until Katherine was unconscious on the ground.

“Sorry for the aggression, but I don’t respond to threats well and I really don’t like her.” a soft, but confident voice has Damon turning back to inspect the newcomer. She’s petite, in all senses of the word with her barely up to his shoulders height and lithe physique, but her own shoulders are squared and there’s an air of knowing all around her. He almost sees the Bennett witch they’re all too familiar with in her stead again. It’s disconcerting to say the least, especially with the very bright, and very blue, eyes staring at him with a small smirk. She’s cocky too, he realizes, and she’s certainly powerful enough to back it up if Katherine’s unconscious form on the ground like a sack of potatoes is anything to go by.

“And who exactly are you?” he readies himself for another aneurysm as he speaks, but to his surprise, her whole demeanor shifts suddenly upon looking back at him, if he didn’t know better he’d say she’s just… seen her favourite person. But it snaps back in place so quick he blinks to make sure he didn’t imagine it all.

“I’m Sheila-Rose Bennett.” She begins and he nods slowly, he’d already figured she’d be a Bennett, but how was it possible he didn’t know of her he couldn’t explain, it was strange. He might’ve not known how Lucy looked like when she showed up at the Masquerade a few weeks back, but he had remembered her father and her being born. He happened to have been near the hospital at the time, like he tried to be whenever a new Bennett was born. Hell, he still remembered Rudy, Bonnie’s dad, pacing in the small hospital hallway with Sheila there telling him to sit down and not wear the floor out when Abby was giving birth. He made good on his promises he thought, unlike Emily. “I’m here to help you with Klaus.” she continued.

He straightened out, pushing to his feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. “And what exactly do you know of Klaus?” And how don’t I know you? His mind screamed at him. 

“I’ve had some … experience dealing with him” there was a smile on her lips, wry, as though laughing at an inside joke that only she was in on. The witch was odd.

“Ok, Sheila-Rose-” he began, but was cut off just as fast.

“It’s just Rose, only mom calls me Sheila-Rose, and that’s usually when I’m in trouble.” another one of those wry smiles. It was slowly making him lose his mind. There was something so very familiar to her that was frustrating him beyond reason.

“Sure, whatever. What can you tell us about Klaus?” He noted that Elena was shifting her weight from on foot to the other, impatient, when he remembered she needed to go. “Brother, why don’t you and Elena get to that luncheon, I’ve got Baby Blues here covered. Plus our very own Wicked Witch of the East is bound to show up in, oh, five minutes or so? I’ve got this.” Stefan and he shared a quick look and then baby brother was walking past him and the new Bennett, briefly breaking their staring contest, to pick up his coat and then he and Elena were out the door and driving away. Damon turned and poured himself some bourbon, taking a sip and letting it sooth the nagging pounding that always remained behind after that particular witch’s spell. The witch came fully inside the house now, bypassing Katherine’s body and laying herself in the same loveseat he’d previously occupied, swinging her legs up and over the arm of it, and lacing her fingers around her knees to keep herself upright, looking at him expectedly.

“Should I wait for … whoever you said was joining? Or should I just spill the beans right now?” she certainly had attitude, he thought, matching his tone to a T and he wasn’t sure whether he was impressed or annoyed by it.

“How do I not know you?” he couldn’t let that question go, and he also didn’t want Bonnie to know just how much he cared about her bloodline. She might actually burn him again if she did, he had a feeling. 

“You don’t know every one of us, we scattered too much to keep track, so let’s not poke through generations. I’m here for something else, not the past.” she smiled again, that same damn smile that was slowly making his skin itch. There was something there, she knew something she was hiding, something that was about him or regarded him at least. It was driving him insane, and still she wasn’t saying anything.

“Fine, keep your secrets. How old are you anyways, Witch-y?”

“I just turned 19. Why does it matter?” defensive. Fun! He can poke at that. 

“Kinda on the young side to be dealing with Big Bad Klaus, aren’t you?” he began and saw her wince. Double fun, he could really dig here. “How come mommy and daddy let you come here? Or do they not know?” he saw her shift in her seat and knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “Oh, so they don’t know then?”

“Not any of your business old man. I’m here and I’ve got info you guys will want, trust me on that.” 

“Old man? One, don’t nickname, two, so you’ve said but I’m not convinced. See, if you’re 19 then how come you know anything about Klaus?” 

“I know about him from my parents, they’ve fought him before. But haven’t been able to stop him. But they didn’t have the knowledge they do now, I have that and then some and I have you trying to fight him. I can help, that I promise.” She certainly was convincing, but Damon hadn’t survived so long and gone through the shit he had to just believe any nutso that strolled into his house. Just as he was about to answer her, Bonnie burst through the front door, Jeremy a few steps behind her, a flurry of righteous annoyance around her. He barely listened to her begin to berate him being late when he saw her gaze turning to their guest. 

Speaking of, the littlest witch suddenly swung her feet back to the floor, sitting up properly and a grin growing on her lips as she stood up, hand outstretched and introduced herself as though to her celebrity crush. God, why was everyone coo-coo in this town?

“Sheila-Rose Bennett! Very nice to meet you, know a lot about you, Bonnie.” She rushed through suddenly. To say that Bonnie was overwhelmed was an understatement. So he did the nice thing for once and patted the place next to him on the couch for Bonnie to take a seat. She did so in shock and even took a sip of his bourbon when he extended it to her, only to chock and sputter once the taste hit her. Small mercies seemed to exist after all, he figured when she didn’t do so much as glare at him, though with how she kept staring at the other Bennett he figured it had less to do with him and more to do with her.

“Now now, Rosie-Posie, let’s not overload Bon-bon here.” He was smirking as he spoke, looking from Bonnie to the newcomer when confusion hit him again at the genuine shock and delight on her face seemingly at his words. He was dying to know what could he have possibly said to warrant that look, but before he could, the woman began speaking in earnest. She hadn’t been lying, he realised quickly. She definitely had information they needed and power they could use, if Katherine’s still unconscious form on the ground was anything to go by.

Quick note, my head-canons about this are that:

- Sheila-Rose went behind her parents backs cuz she just wanted to help since she’s heard all about how Klaus hurt them, though she and Hope happen to get along pretty well and even Klaus and Bonnie and Damon are alright now. 

- Her dad calls her Rosie Posie. 

- While I see her as a daddy’s girl, she adores her mom with everything in her, like aspired to be her 

- The wry smile is her thinking about the future and amusing herself with the references. like the “dealt with klaus” thing or the “not here for the past” being very ironic to say the least.

#barkingbullfrog #bamon #bonnie/damon #Damon x Bonnie #Bonnie x Damon #ask #my asks #My writing #request #timetravel #time travel #future daughter #tvd 2x17 #tvd #vampire diaries #tvd fic #tvd drabble #bamon fic

[misssophiachase]

I Put a Spell on You

Klaroline Infinity + Other Supernatural (I know this is not exactly the theme but it is Caroline as a witch)

Spellbound: Part 4

FYI Previous Parts 1  2 and 3 here

I put a spell on you, cause you're mine...

Royal Street, French Quarter - Sunday AM

"When you called and asked us to get to the shop I wasn't expecting this. What did you do?" Bonnie hissed, taking in a very lovesick Klaus with his arm snaked tightly around Caroline's waist.

"I told you not to do that," she chided, slapping his hand and extracting herself from his embrace and moving closer to an extremely annoyed Bonnie and an amused Katherine. "Bad Hybrid."

"You might want to be careful, some guys get turned on by slapping Care," Katherine quipped.

"Clearly he's already extremely turned on, Kat," Bonnie scowled. "And thanks for focusing on the important issues as usual. What the hell happened?"

"Well, here's the thing," she admitted sheepishly. "I found this one lurking around the cemetery spying on me yet again and we sort of got into what you could call a robust discussion…"

"Get to the point, Forbes."

"And I might have maybe cast a spell on him but it obviously wasn't the one I'd intended. Klaus Mikaelson should be a furry, little rodent by now not making love confessions and sticking to me like some parasite."

"Easy with the terminology, love," he interrupted. "I don't remember hearing you complaining when you were kissing me back."

"Now, we're getting to the good part," Katherine squealed excitedly. "How was it, was there plenty of tongue?"

"How do you think, it's me after all," Klaus boasted, looking towards Caroline a very telling blush crossing her face. She'd enjoyed every moment if that moaning against his lips was anything to go by.

"I'd suggest he leaves the room but we all know he'll hear us anyway." Caroline growled, sending Klaus a dirty look for his interruption.

"The spell seems to have dazed him out literally, he won't remember any of our conversation anyway, so it doesn't really matter if he stays or goes at this point," Bonnie added. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and suggest that you cast a love spell, Caroline. Although what that has to do with turning someone into a mouse I have no idea. The spells aren't even remotely similar."

"Sounds like someone wanted a little action," Katherine giggled. "Although just so you know, I'm fairly certain you would have gotten that with or without then spell."

"Obviously I didn't mean to do this," she replied, feebly. "You know my track record with magic and it's not very promising. Plus, I was right by Marie Laveau's tombstone and we all know she used to cast love spells for her clients."

"Oh, so what you suddenly channelled her powers from the grave and you're going to blame a dead witch for your mistake?" Bonnie asked.

"Let's just get back to the matter at hand. Can we please just reverse this, like now?"

"Love spells are irreversible," Katherine replied.

"What?"

"Haven't you seen the movie The Craft, the only way they could break the spell was to kill the guy, pushed him straight out the window and splat."

"Oh that's just great, the one person I choose to cast this spell on also happens to be the only guy I can't kill," she groaned, catching his amused glance from across the room. "What are you smiling about?"

"Oh, just one of the many reasons I love you, Caroline," he grinned, sidling over and rubbing himself up against her like the wolf he was, feeling her shiver in response. "Mmmm, that dry sense of humour."

"Okay, can we please just cool it on the love stuff for a few minutes, Mikaelson. And what did I tell you about not touching me?" Caroline stuttered, moving a further few feet away.

"Look, Katherine is obviously attempting some humour. She's just playing with you, Caroline. Although having said that, it is going to be difficult. We are dealing with the Original Hybrid here."

"I don't understand though, it was easy enough to cast the spell in the first place."

"Well, let's just hope it's that simple to reverse," she sighed. "Otherwise we are going to have some pretty pissed, Original siblings out for retribution."

"I didn't mean to Bonnie, I promise," she apologised. "He was just being so smug and so Klaus bloody Mikaelson that I just snapped. Trust me his stalker ass had it coming for a while now."

"I love it when you pay me compliments, sweetheart," Klaus murmured, suprising her and pulling her flush against him.

"Woah, you really messed him up good, Care," Katherine whistled. "He's practically dry humping you, next thing we know he'll be riding you on that counter top." Klaus merely responded with a throaty growl.

"Stop giving him ideas," Caroline hissed, her hands shaking as she pushed him away again.

"Can we please just focus!" Bonnie interrupted. "Look, it's done and we're running out of time. No doubt his siblings will be wondering where he is by now. Katherine, I need a candle and can you get me some sage, Caroline."

"Need some help from me, love?" Klaus asked, running his hand along her arm. She didn't respond just rolled her eyes and went in search of sage.

Klaus watched on in interest from the corner of the shop as the witches gathered the ingredients for their love reversal spell. He felt almost bad that they were going to so much effort. A reversal spell was never going to have its desired effect when the original spell wasn't successful in the first place.

Klaus had been acting the whole time. He was lucky that his Latin, much like his Aramaic and multitude of languages he'd mastered over the years, was impeccable. She'd attempted to cast a love spell on him and that fact in itself intrigued him. He was fairly certain she knew what she was doing and the whole mouse excuse was just that. Was it something she desired deep down, did she reciprocate his burgeoning feelings? Her kisses, as heavenly as they were, definitely alluded to that fact. She didn't attempt to move away just melted into him, returning his kisses with just as much passion and fervour.

He figured when humans referred to being 'breathless' that's exactly what effect her kisses had on him. It wasn't just an attraction anymore it was much more than that. When they kissed he felt it, like everything had finally fallen into place. It certainly explained his immediate attraction to her and that urgent desperation to be near her all the time and his unexpected painting inspiration. Caroline was his mate.

Mikaelson Compound - Sunday PM

"I cannot believe we are doing this again, we're practically regular visitors here," Caroline mumbled as they approached the Mikaelson compound.

Klaus had seized the opportunity to take her hand, rubbing his thumb in slow circles across her skin. She hadn't even bothered to fight him this time and given how distracted she seemed, he was beginning to realise that she felt something too. Klaus wasn't quite sure how she was going to react about the whole mate thing but first he had to admit to deceiving her. So one battle at a time.

He'd considered breaking the news back at Spellbound but the prospect of being outnumbered by some very pissed witches wasn't ideal just in case. He needed to get back to the compound where he knew it was safer. The only problem was trying to convince them to go there without giving himself away.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Well, how do you feel about having Klaus stuck to your side for the rest of your life, Caroline?"

"Not being helpful, Katherine," she growled, as the Hybrid in question leaned up against her. She hadn't even bothered to push him away which was very telling. "Can we try another spell?"

"We don't have another spell," she murmured.

"So what you're telling me is that we have no other options."

"I think that's what we don't have another spell means, care," Katherine offered.

"You really are annoying in a crisis, has anyone ever told you that?" Katherine didn't repond just rolled her eyes by way of response. "I fail to believe that there is nothing more we can do."

"Well, there might be one thing now that I think about it," Bonnie murmured. "But it's not going to be easy."

"I'm willing to try anything."

"We need to get the Grimoire."

"Great, what is that? Actually, don't bother explaining, just tell me where to find it," Caroline responding enthusiastically. Klaus had to fight the urge to smile, glad that Bonnie was just that smart.

"Esther's Grimoire? Are you crazy, Bon?"

"Who's Esther?"

"She's the Original witch, Klaus's mother. If anyone is going to have a spell we can use on Klaus, it's going to be her."

"Those books will be locked up nice and safe in the Mikealson compound, there is no way we could get that without them finding out what Caroline did to Klaus," Katherine warned. "We can't use magic if we run into trouble. That's a suicide mission."

"I know what I have to do," Bonnie sighed defeatedly. "I'll go to the Compound myself."

"No Bonnie that's too dangerous, if you're going we all are," Caroline said as Katherine nodded in agreement.

"I can speak to Kol but I have to do this myself. It's the only way." Both girls obviously knew what that meant given their sympathetic stares in her direction but Klaus was immediately intrigued. He'd sensed something the other night at dinner but what exactly had transpired between Kol and Bonnie? Klaus knew that was something else he was going to have to deal with later.

This wasn't the plan though, Klaus had to go with her but no one would believe that given his constant and close proximity to Caroline. The one thing he knew about his mate was that she was not only a woman of conviction but she was also extraordinarily fierce and brave and wouldn't allow Bonnie to go alone.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you go, Bonnie," she said, almost like she could read his thoughts. Given their bond it wouldn't be altogether impossible. "This is my fault and I fully intend to take responsibility."

"This isn't my fault at all, just saying," Katherine quipped. "But I'm not letting you go alone, you know how much I love a little excitement and adventure. Plus I wouldn't mind me some Elijah Mikaelson eye candy." Klaus obviously missed that as well. He thought having to sit around with women would be boring but he was actually picking up some interesting morsels of information about them.

"This is serious..."

"Bonnie, you're always trying to protect us and we love you for that but it's time we step up."

"And how do you expect me to improve my woeful witchcraft if you won't let me try? Plus, I'm pretty certain Klaus would kill anyone who tried to hurt me or my friends right now. We need to use that as leverage to get into the compound and get that book." If only Klaus could tell her that he'd do it without a spell, she was his mate after all and he would protect her forever.

"Plus, we all know Kol would never hurt you anyway, so you two better have my back in there," Katherine teased.

"Fine but no more casting spells on any more Originals Forbes, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Caroline saluted.

"It's almost dinner time, do you think they'll have some of that steak we had the other night?" Katherine asked. "I could definitely have that and some of that Potato Gratin."

"You're thinking about food at a time like this?"

"I haven't eaten all day, Bonnie," she growled. "Blame the love spell extraordinaire over there for my random food thoughts."

"So, what's the plan exactly?"

"I'm going to speak with Kol, I don't mind what you two do. Although my sixth sense is telling me that Katherine is going to get her flirt on with Elijah and Caroline is going to be trying to keep Klaus from mauling her in front of his mortified siblings." Klaus didn't think that sounded like much of a plan, obviously someone else agreed.

"That's not a plan, Bon."

"Given our last trip here Katherine, I'm thinking plans don't always work for us, especially when it comes to you and your out of control hormones," she drawled. "So, are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Caroline murmured, looking toward the large doors ominously. Suddenly he felt bad for deceiving her and before he knew what he was doing, Klaus squeezed her hand affectionately. She looked over at him, a genuine smile crossing her face as she squeezed his back, her gaze unwavering. Klaus couldn't help but think at that moment what a difference a day could make.

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