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The Solitary Omega -Klaus M.

This is one of my fav stories from my Wattpad so I thought I would post it on her for everyone

Warning:Daddy Kink, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha and Omega behaviors of my own design in some parts, smut (but that’s why you’re here so enjoy it🤣)

Vampires find their mates by scent like everyone else in the world, however there are no Omega vampires currently in existence, the last one having been 600 years ago and only existing, as far as anyone could tell, for a few weeks. Vampires aren't attracted to Omega scents, most vampires are Alphas, very rarely scenting their mates in a Beta because very few vampires are submissive in any sense of the word. Vampires want and need strong mates, craving the attention of another Alpha unlike humans where Alphas rarely mate with other Alphas, Alphas and Betas are the most common, making up about 92% of all mated pairs. Alphas and Omegas make up about 7.5% of the rest leaving not even one percent to Alphas and Alphas.

As a human Klaus had always been attracted to Omegas, such as Tatia, however after the change they didn't smell appealing to him anymore and he didn't take them as a meal or a bed partner. 1000 years he spent no longer attracted to Omegas and to be honest, he missed them, their soft skin and sweet smell being everything he ever wanted, a mate to marry and bed, fill up with his pups and start a family, a family he could treat better than his had been in his life. However as the years slowly went on it seemed less and less likely he would ever like ones smell again until after his first 100 years he gave up on the idea all together. None of the Originals had ever met an Omega vampire, no one ever dumb enough to change one, until Mystic Falls that is.

The family had been undaggered and they were planning a ball, each writing their own invitations to whoever they wanted there for whatever reason. He recognized all of the names until Elijah wrote a new one on the card, 'Y/Full/N'. "Who is that brother?"

Elijah looked shocked. "You've been here all this time and never met the Omega vampire?" That sentence alone stunned him to silence, along with both Kol and Rebekah. "Damon's friend, Y/n, well Y/F/n but she prefers Y/n. I don't know how she was turned but she's lovely and very sweet, can't be more than a few vampire years old. She undaggered me in the basement of the boarding house because she thought it was 'unfair' what Damon had done to me." He chuckled. "She still doesn't smell appealing however I'm not adverse to the scent either. It's calming in a way, she's a very nice girl and I would like her to join the festivities. You are all to leave her alone, she's my guest." They nodded, all intrigued instantly. "I mean it Kol." Kol had been known to play with Omegas before but he shrugged, holding his hands up in defense.

"I'll be good."

"I actually find myself excited to meet her. I'm intrigued." Klaus admitted to his brother as they pulled up to the apartment complex on the edge of town, walking up to the door he knew was hers when Klaus smelled something mouth watering. "What is that?" He asked when Elijah knocked.

"What?"

"What is that sme-" he was cut off by the door opening and being overtaken by the most amazingly warm, delicious scent he had ever smelled. A shudder rushed over his body as the hair on his arms stood up and he couldn't help but inhale it for as long as he could.

"Elijah? To what do I own this pleasure?" She didn't seem thrilled to see him, but not put off either and Klaus found himself happy at the fact that she wasn't afraid of them.

"I wanted to request your attendance at our families ball, most of the town is invited but I wanted to make sure you knew you were my personal guest." She seemed stunned, taking the invitation before looking back at them.

"Thank you, that's very sweet but I would have nothing to wear." Klaus noticed her nostrils flare and she looked at him as they did, her eyes darkening and he felt a swell of pride at the fact that she clearly loved his scent as well.

"I will make sure you have a dress love, if I can make that happen...will you save me a dance?" Again, shock filled her eyes but she couldn't hide her smile.

"I suppose I could do that, so long as you promise to be well behaved Mr. Mikaelson." He bowed, holding out his hand and she took it, allowing him to kiss hers.

"I shall be on my best behavior, you have my word." She smiled, taking her hand back.

"Then I would be happy to save you one dance. Just one." He couldn't help his amusement at her warning.

"By the end, you will want to dance the night away in my arms my dear." She rolled her eyes, retreating back inside.

"Thank you for the invitation. I guess I'll see you there, by the way, I'm not a conventional Omega. I don't wear pink." She smirked, closing the door and leaving him to laugh on his way back to the car.

"What was that about?!" Elijah demanded as he shut his door, not liking his brother going against what he had said and teasing the girl who he had only ever seen be kind to everyone, including himself which if you're a Mikaelson, you know is rare when someone knows who you are.

"You didn't smell that?" Elijah shrugged. "She smells fantastic. No...outstanding. No...sensational! I've never smelled an Omega like that, not even Tatia smelled like that, she's...wow..." He sank back into his seat as Elijah began driving again.

"I don't think I've ever seen you like this. Y/n's a sweet girl Niklaus, and she deserves more than your little one night Hump-N-Dumps." The hybrid nodded his head quickly.

"You're right, she does. She deserves everything...and I will give it to her! Starting with the dress! It has to be perfect...and I think I have just the one in mind." Elijah rolled his eyes, driving closer to town and making Klaus look around. "Where are we going?"

"To drop off your invitation for Miss. Forbes."

"No. There's no time. Forget Caroline, home! We have to go home!" He insisted and the look on Elijah's face was a mix of shock and genuine concern now, the last thing he ever expected was his brother to give up on Caroline for Y/n.

They went home and Klaus was out of the car quickly, running to the attic where much of the old clothes they had were kept, he came back down with a large box 10 minutes later, holding what Elijah assumed was a dress.

"I'll be back!" He shouted and Elijah looked back to Kol, Finn, and Rebekah.

"I'm telling you, this is either the moment of his redemption, or the moment of his demise, I'm not sure which. Let's just hope Miss. Y/L/n doesn't treat him like Miss. Forbes did or were all in trouble." They all knew Elijah was right. Klaus had been infatuated with a women only a handful of times in his life but something about the look on his face was different this time and they all noticed it. Even with Caroline there was a certain level of cockiness to their brother but the way Elijah had explained him looking at Y/n...they were all more than a little concerned.

Y/n's POV

Another knock on the door startled me and I had just jumped out of the shower making me pull on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top with nothing underneath. "Hold On!" I shook my wet hair out and yanked the door open to see Klaus again, this time with a large box in his hands.

"Hello Kitten."

"Hi." It took me a second for the 'Kitten' to register but when it did I couldn't stop the blush that overtook my cheeks. "I-I thought the ball wasn't until tomorrow-"

"It isn't, I just...I wanted to make sure you had the dress. I knew I had the perfect one for you." He handed it to me and I was touched but also skeptical, knowing everything I've been told about him.

"Thank you...if I open this and it's a short skirted, low cut thing that shows everything I have I'm going to slap you." I informed him and he looked stunned.

"Of course not! I would never do you the dishonor...not in public at least, I would never want anyone but me to see you in such a way. I would like that to be for my eyes only." I giggled at what I thought was his attempt at a joke before I saw he was serious. "I'm interested in you, I can't believe I haven't met you before now and I intend to make my feelings clear. I know you probably wouldn't accept being my date to the ball so I won't ask and upset you, but I haven't smelled an Omega who's scent was anywhere near as breathtaking as yours since I was a human and honestly, I believe ever."

I was stunned by his admission. "That's sweet Klaus. It would be sweeter if I didn't know you were already trying to get into Caroline's pants-" he cut me off as I set the box on the table beside me.

"Caroline isn't invited to the ball." My head snapped up to look at him quickly, shocked, knowing how insistent he had been for her to give him a chance, her having made me listen to several hours of her complaining about his advances. Honestly it was just annoying to hear a beautiful girl talk non-stop about how a sexy vampire being infatuated with her was somehow an inconvenience. "She said no to me for the last time so I'm letting Tyler go when I leave here and she's free to enjoy him. If she's determined to be with a cheating asshole who am I to stand in the way, and before you say it, this isn't me rebounding onto you or whatever humans say now a days. I would really like to get to know you. Not just take you to bed (although I admit that will be on my mind as my most prominent fantasy from now on) but get to know you. I want to know who Y/F/n is, your hopes and dreams, your likes and dislikes, hobbies and favorite foods. I want to take you to expensive dinners and on fun day trips, spend an ungodly amount of time with you until people are so fed up by how cute we are that they can't stand to be around us anymore...I want to say I want to fall in love with you but I think that ship sailed the moment you looked at me with those gorgeous Y/EC eyes. I will wait however long I must for you to give me whatever kind of chance you are willing, however I will start with one dance tomorrow night in this dress, with this on." He handed me a smaller box and I took it, his warm fingers touching mine for the first time and making my skin tingle. "This is yours now, your personal vervain filled necklace that I hope you never want to take off, it's been mine for a while and I'd really like you to have it...love to see you wearing it...I hope to see you tomorrow night love." He took my hand and kissed it, before retreating and disappearing just before I shut the door.

I was absolutely floored as I opened the dress box, it was like he knew exactly what I would want to wear and gave it to me. I then opened the smaller box he gave me and it was the necklace.

It looked old, very old and given his ancestry as well as how serious he seemed about it I assumed this necklace was a big deal to him, the feeling it gave me being enough to tell me that wearing this would be a promise to give him a chance, a real chance as my Alpha. I set it on my bedside table and relaxed with some Game of Thrones for the rest of the night, looking over at the necklace every few minutes unable to get it out of my head before sighing and taking my time to get it over my head, settling it on my chest and something about it just feeling right.

I took my time getting ready the next evening, calling an Uber and getting a ride to the house about 15 minutes late, not wanting to arrive right on time. Everyone seemed to already be inside when I got out of the Uber and I took a deep breath, walking in and quickly being handed a glass of champagne. "Thank you." The boy nodded and I looked around, walking through the ball room and the bar in aww of the house. "Damn...how do people afford this shit?" I mumbled to myself.

"Years of saving money." I gasped, jumping and turning around as I heard a voice in my ear, seeing Klaus standing behind me.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. That was rude, I didn't mean-"

"Not rude at all. I know I'm more well off than most, though I think it balances out considering I used to live in a one room hut with a dirt floor and 5 siblings."

"That sounds awful...but also sort of fun. I never had siblings, always felt like I missed out."

"There's positives and negatives. Don't tell them but I wouldn't give them up for anything." I nodded.

"I can tell how much you love your family, I think it's very sweet...misguided in some of the things you've done maybe, but loving. Thank you for the dress, it's perfect. I'm in love with it! I think I took like, 200 pictures of myself tonight." The smile on his face was well worth it.

"I'm glad, I was worried you wouldn't like it, it would be too dark-"

"Nothing is too dark for me. I wear black 99% of my life, I just feel the most comfortable in it." I finished the glass of champagne as I looked him over. "You clean up nice, really nice, love the hair." I giggled at seeing it slicked back.

"Are you making fun of me, Kitten?" I gasped dramatically.

"I would never!" He took the empty glass from my hand, placing it on a waiters tray before holding out his arm for me to take.

"Let me get you a drink, I'd like to show you something if I may." I shrugged as he led me to the bar, the bartender dropping everything to serve him first. "Bourbon and, what would you like sweet girl?" I blushed at the nickname before looking up at the man.

"Long Island?" He nodded and Klaus looked down at me as his bourbon was placed on the counter.

"You like fruity drinks? I don't know why I didn't expect that." I shrugged.

"My friends dad taught me to drink, he says you can't be an Omega and not know how to hold liquor in this day and age, too dangerous. I can handle just about anything, though you never have to worry about me stealing your bourbon." I told him, wrinkling my nose and he chuckled. "If I was going to drink something it would probably be some kind of whiskey, I like fireball. I just prefer things that don't taste like paint thinner if I can help it, taste better and get drunk faster, win win on the cocktails. Though I don't need to be smashed tonight so this will be the last for a while I think."

"We'll get you some water later?" He teased and I shoved him with my shoulder as he handed me my drink and took his own, leading me away from the crowd and through a door, up the back staircase.

"Are you going to murder me?" I joked and he leaned close, sniffing my neck, growling.

"Maybe I am." He was teasing me and I couldn't hide the chill that ran up my spine, making him smile.

"I think you have a lovely smile." His smirk returned as I said this and I shook my head. "Not smirk, smile. A real smile, you don't do it a lot but I'm assuming you do it a lot with me compared to other people. It makes your eyes light up." I looked up at him as we stopped outside a door and he looked down at me, shocked. "You have really pretty eyes." I admitted and I could see a faint blush on his face.

"You do as well, they're a deep, amazing green that I could get lost in for hours if you will let me someday. I also love this cute little button nose." He teased, running his finger down the bridge of my nose. "Perfect cheek bones...lovely red lips that I-Uh...anyway!" He cut himself off. "I want to show you a painting I did last night. I just couldn't sleep until I got it out." Klaus opened the door, taking my hand this time and pulling me inside, leading me over to the fire place and looking up at the painting over the mantle...it was me...or at least I think it was. I definitely don't see myself like that, I'm beautiful. It's so bright and well proportioned, I could never in my wildest dreams do anything like this.

"Klaus...this is...this is amazing! Wow, I...just...wow!" I moved to the bed beside us and sat on the edge, looking up at it, sipping the last of my drink and putting the glass on the table.

"I would like to draw you naked next." He teased, sitting beside me and looking up at the painting. "I'm not being forward, I promise, I really am interested in you. I know it's only been a day but...I can't get you out of my head. I would like you to be my Omega, I'm sure you get that all the time from Asshole Alphas that think they can just decide that you're theirs but I...I want you to choose me. I want you to want me, want to be with me, want me to touch you and care for you and love you. I understand though if everyone has scared you off of me too much, I just hope that's not the case." He was right, people had tried to scare me when talking about Klaus, Damon and Stefan mostly, then Elena, once again pretending that everyone's lives revolve around her when in fact the only reason Klaus needed her was that she is a doppelgänger, not because she's just so amazing! Lastly Caroline, who, like I said, would rant to anyone who would listen about the struggles of having a sexy, rich, hybrid artist fawn over her and shower her in gifts and wonderful drawings. I sighed, getting up my nerve and standing, walking passed him and hearing him sigh as I shut the door, locking it. He seemed to think I had left and I was quiet as possible when I unzipped the dress, watching him gulp the rest of his drink while I dropped the dress to the floor, sliding onto the bed and laying my head on the pillows. He didn't seem to have noticed me before he stood up and turned to go to the door, seeing my dress on the floor, freezing before turning his head and looking to find me laid out on his pillows in my bra and panties. "Holy fuck." He breathed out and I giggled.

"Are you planning to draw me or what? It's not exactly naked but-"

"You're perfect!" He cut me off, jumping to grab his sketch book and sitting at the bottom of the bed.

"How do you want me?" His eyes widened at my phrasing and I saw him try and discreetly adjust himself in his pants as he crept closer, lifting my hand over my head before turning the other one up and just as he was about to adjust my hips he stopped and looked at me, asking permission with his eyes and I found it sweet, making me nod.

"If anyone else ever sees this Klaus I swear to God-"

"I'll gouge their eyes out with a rusty spoon. No one will ever look at you like this and live to tell the tale again...and this...this means what I hope it does? That you want to be mine...that you'll let me be your Alpha? Treat you the way you deserve?" I smiled, nodding again and he moved his hands to shift my body into a better position for how he wanted to sketch me.

"Don't really know what you mean by the way I deserve but...I would like to call you Alpha." I answered and it seemed to be enough.

"I want you to only call me Alpha...or Daddy." He spoke as he began his sketching, causing me to purr at the idea and him to need to adjust himself again.

"Are you going to be able to go back to the party with that?" I questioned, looking at the bulge in his pants and he chuckled.

"I'll be okay once I go to the bathroom." I rolled my eyes but stayed still while he worked and I loved the intensity in his eyes as he drew me.

We were in there for about a half hour before he finished and once again I was breathtaking. "I just work with what you give me." He helped me back into the dress and led me back down the stairs to the party just as they were giving a toast. He stopped me at the bottom of the stairs and joined his family as Elijah spoke, taking a champagne glass as I did and drinking. I walked to the bar while Klaus spoke to Elijah about something before feeling a hand on my arm and turning to see Caroline.

"Where have you been Y/n?"

"Nowhere." I took my drink and tried to walk around her but she stopped me again.

"Klaus didn't invite me to this himself, I had to come as someone's date, do you know why?" I shrugged. "Because he asked you."

"I think technically Elijah asked me, that's who my invitation was from anyway, but yes, he finally decided to let you be happy with Tyler like you wanted. Go enjoy him. Have fun, be free of the man you called a nuisance." She glared at me, taking her own drink.

"I wanted to have Tyler and enjoy being chased by a hot hybrid, until you." I didn't know how to respond to that.

"You always said you hated his annoying advances, and how am I to control who he chases?"

"Turn him down!"

"Cause that worked so well for you?"

"Tell him to leave you alone, you don't like him, he should go back to chasing me, he'll listen. I'm sure he misses me." I rolled my eyes, turning to walk away. "Don't walk away from me!" She demanded, grabbing my hair and pulling me back, making me growl, grabbing her hand and pulling it away, breaking several fingers in my grasp.

"Don't forget how much older than you I am, I'm not fighting you for Klaus, he's already mine. He stopped compelling Tyler and he's free to be with you now, be happy and stay away from me."

"Ladies? Everything alright here?" I heard my Alphas voice and it calms me like nothing else, even this fast after just accepting being his Omega.

"Yes Alpha, all okay here. Caroline was just telling me how grateful she is to you for releasing Tyler." Her glare became even stronger as she heard what I called him and he knew it was a lie but went with it.

"You're welcome Caroline. I realized you were right, you and I never would have worked. Is he here with you?" She shook her head and I knew I had seen Tyler here.

"Is...is he with someone else?" I couldn't stop myself from asking and her eye twitched slightly. "Oh god Care, I'm so sorry!"

"If you're sorry you'll do what I asked." She told me and I laughed.

"I'm sorry you got dumped but that doesn't mean I'm giving you my Alpha just because the option you liked better is gone. He's a person, not some toy you can put down and pick up whenever you want to play with him, you treated Klaus like shit, I'm not going to make that mistake. I'll treat my Alpha like the king that he is." I told her, reaching up and brushing my fingers down his jaw, loving the happiness in his eyes as I did.

"My sweet girl." He rumbled happily in his chest, kissing my forehead. The next thing I knew I was covered in what I'm assuming was champagne as Caroline threw her drink on me and I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"I liked this dress Care, that was a mistake." She scoffed, about to say something snotty when I reached my hand up and drilled my fist straight into her face. I got 4 punches in before my Alpha finally stopped me, everyone in the bar area, which thankfully was only about 10 people, were now staring at us in shock, her face now gushing blood all over her dress as I had very clearly broken more than just her nose. "You know I hit like a man Care, I don't throw bitch punches! Shouldn't have thrown your drink on me!" Klaus began carrying me to the back door to get us out of here. "Stay away from my Alpha! Next time I'll break every bone you have!" I shouted before he finally shut the door and hauled me into the kitchen where no one was allowed and back up to the top of the stairwell.

"That was uncalled for Y/n...but thank you."

"I get that you're kind of a dick but that's no reason to treat you like trash, you're not trash. Been nothing but nice to me..." I nuzzled into his neck and he held me tightly to his chest despite the champagne all over me. "I need a shower...I should go home." I admitted and he whined sadly. "I don't want to either but I don't have any clothes with me, just my clutch that I left in your room-"

"Borrow something of mine to sleep in, shower and stay here tonight. We'll abandon the rest of the party, substitute the dance you promised for some cuddling?" I considered it for a moment before sighing, knowing I was going to say yes.

"Okay Alpha, I'll spend the night. Just get me out of this, I'm starting to feel sticky." He lifted me up, blurring to his room and shutting the door behind him, setting me on the bathroom floor. He leaned down to turn on the water and I quickly dropped the dress, bra unhooking along with it and panties coming down as he set the water to a good temperature.

"Alright, that should be good. Leave your clothes and I'll take them when I leave something you can sleep in on the coun-" he cut himself off as he turned to see me now completely naked.

"Or, you could go get me the clothes, throw those into the hamper and join me in the shower, I think you have some champagne on you too, better safe than sorry, don't you think?" I pulled him close to me, hand on the back of his neck as I pulled him to my level, noses brushing, lips so very close and I noticed his breathing quicken. "My Alpha. Mine." I growled and he groaned, prompting me to connect our lips roughly. His hands found my waist and he pulled me close, trailing them down to my ass where he squeezed firmly causing me to moan against his lips. He used that to his advantage, shoving his tongue between my them and exploring my mouth almost obsessively, as if he expected me to stop him any minute, which I did as I shivered with a chill.

"You're cold. Get in the shower, I'll be right there. Is a shirt and boxers enough or do you need more cause I can snatch something from Rebekah-"

"It's fine Alpha, just hurry up." His eyes trailed over my body as he backed out of the room, rushing quickly to his dresser as I stepped into his shower which was an amazing shower that very clearly had heated floors and a marble seat just out of the water. The shower head was rectangular, about 2 feet long in the very large space and directly over head. The glass wall of the shower was charcoal, not completely clear glass which I loved and the walls seemed to be black quartz or something, his bathroom being overall dark but still light enough that it was inviting and I was instantly in love with it, even the water pressure being perfect. "Getting lonely!" I called out as he took too long.

"You're very distracting. Sorry." He admitted and I turned my head to see him shirtless and leaning against the counter, my dress was gone and instead there were 2 sets of clothes on the sinks. I leaned my head back under the water, turning my body around so he could now see the front of me, my nipples hard at the idea of being watched by him for who knows how long and I could feel my pussy was soaked while he just continued watching me.

"How long is my Daddy going to stand there watching?" He growled, eyes shining yellow as I called him that for the first time.

"As long as I want Kitten, can't I just enjoy the sight of my Omega?" The emphasis he put on that was possessive and to anyone but an Omega might be scary but I adored it, loving and craving someone wanting me so terribly.

"Hmm, guess I'm going to have to get myself off, huh?" I trailed my hands from my hair where they were brushing through in the water, over my chest and squeezing my breasts lightly before slowly turning back around and away from him as one hand stayed on my tit and the other tailed down to my pussy.

"Y/n, turn around." He warned and I threw my head back, gasping at the feeling of my fingers on my clit. "Omega! Now! Don't be naughty our first night together, Daddy knows you're a good little girl. I just want to watch you for a moment, why are you denying your Alpha?" I whimpered at the thought, my Omega brain now set on the fact that this man is my Alpha, this man is going to be my mate and even unbonded all I want to do is please him, making me turn back around and him groan as he sees my 2 fingers on my clit, rubbing slowly. "Such a fucking tease Y/n." He growled, palming over his length, now hard under his boxers and suit pants.

"You too. Want you Alpha, please? I'm so wet for you!" My eyes had closed at some point but they snapped open as I heard his belt clatter and he quickly unbuttoned them, letting them and his boxers fall around his ankles, kicking them off and hopping into the shower beside me. I reached my hands out for him and he took them, placing them onto his shoulders, pulling my body flush against his so I felt his cock against my lower belly as he wrapped his arm around my back, the other hand grabbing my chin and turning it to face up at him as he leaned down, pressing our lips together again.

"All mine sweet girl, all mine. I'll never get tired of saying it. Mine!" I whimpered, nails digging into his back as his hips rocked against my body, cock rubbing against my damp skin to gain some friction.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him and grabbing his hips to make him stop, his eyes quickly looking down at me. "Mine." I stated, nothing else, just one word.

"Yours, all yours little wolf-"

"If she comes near you again you tell me and I'll kill her. Don't want her to even look at you, you understand?" I questioned and he smirked.

"I have myself a jealous little thing, don't I-"

"She doesn't care for relationships or mating, she has no respect. She would touch you, no one will ever touch you besides me again." He looked stunned, whether it was by my attitude or the fact that he was only going to be with me for eternity I didn't know. "If that's not what you want, let me go now-" the growl that escaped him was vicious as he grabbed ahold of my hips, pinning me to the wall.

"You think I did all this only to use you once?! You're mine Omega! All fucking mine! No one else will ever touch you again, my hands, my tongue, my cock-"

"No one will ever touch you again either. Can you live with that?" He snorted, smiling and nodding.

"Of course Y/n. I want you to be my mate. If she ever even bats her eyelashes at me suggestively I promise I will tell you. Now, no more talk of Caroline, let me have you. All mine pretty girl, All Fucking Mine!" He grabbed ahold of my waist, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips, snuggling close and pressing my lips to his as he guided his cock to my entrance, wasting no time in waiting to have and mark me after this incident, needing us both to be sure that no one else would ever come between us again, needing to mark each other so no one could ever steal our mate again. "Fuck! So tight Omega, so fucking perfect for me!" He groaned, needing to take it slowly until he bottomed out so as not to hurt me.

"Alpha! So big Alpha, stretching me so good! Never...so big..." I whimpered at the pain though I was enjoying it as well and he could clearly see that as he pulled back from my neck to look at my face.

"All mine, my tight, little pussy! Gonna mark you up so good no one will ever even be able to imagine fucking you without seeing my face. Tell me...tell me I can move?" I took a deep breath before nodding and he pulled back, easing his cock back into me before doing it once more and slamming home the third time.

"Fuck! Oh My God Daddy!" I used the wall behind me as leverage to hump my hips into him, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Daddy's here sweet girl, all Daddy's." I honestly don't understand how he hasn't put a hole in the wall behind me yet but I wasn't about to complain, never having been fucked quite like this in my life.

"Daddy! So good! Never been so good!" The rumble that came from his chest was a pleased sound, clearly he was very happy to know he made me feel so good where other Alpha's failed. He pulled me closer, if at all possible, turning and sitting on the shower seat so that he could thrust up into me, slamming his cock into me even harder and making me cry out in a mixture of mild pain and intense pleasure. "Da-ddy! Don't st-op! Never Stop! Want you to fuck me forever!" I felt tears leak from the corners of my eyes as my lower belly tightened, a feeling I had only ever given myself in the past. "Oh...oh shit...Alpha...I...I need-"

"I know Omega, Daddy knows what you need. Your Alpha will always give you everything you need, my pretty little Kitten. Cum for me Y/n, cum all over your Alphas cock, cum for me while I mark this perfect little neck-"

"Daddy! Oh Daddy!" I couldn't stop the squeal that came from my throat as my pussy constricted around him, the tension in my tummy finally becoming too much as my fangs dug into his neck.

"There's my girl, so good for me, such a perfect little princess, cumming so good for her Alpha. Fuck...so tight around me, so close I-" I scratched my nails up his shoulders and squeezed my pussy as tightly as I could before feeling him finish, heat spreading through me as he came, quite a lot it seemed, stilling inside of me and burying his face into my neck. His fangs digging into my neck was the next thing I noticed, feeling the burn of his venom spreading through me though it didn't hurt, at least not right away.

As I felt truly finished with injecting my venom I released his throat, relishing in the feeling of the pleasurable heat inside of me and my mates skin pressed all over mine just a second before the venom in my neck began to burn. I could tell he was still pumping me full of venom and cum so I stayed still, ignoring the pain for as long as I could, my nails digging into his skin again though this time out of genuine pain as the burning got worse, now spreading through my veins.

As a vampire, half of his venom is toxic to me, though the vampire in him as well as his werewolf half needed to mark me desperately, and as his Omega it's all I wanted, needing to mark my Alpha as well. It would be perfectly fine as long as he heals the negative effects the werewolf part of the venom could have on my body though it would be days before I was in any real trouble. I underestimated how badly the venom spreading would hurt though, just wanting my Alpha to be able to enjoy this moment that he's been waiting for, for over 1000 years. Unable to hide it any longer I accidentally let out a pain filled whimper and he seemed to snap back to reality, pulling his fangs away and looking down into my eyes. The pain eased as he released me and I smiled up at him, kissing my Alpha and hearing that happy rumble in his chest, starting to purr for him but not being able to hold it very long, trying again for only a second and making him pull back from the kiss to look at me, concerned. "Omega?" I whimpered and he looked over me slightly before seeing the black veins spreading from the mateing mark he had delivered me. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" I shook my head as he bit into his wrist and pushed it between my lips. "I didn't even think about that! My venom is toxic to you...I can't even mark you without hurting you..."

"No!" I whined as I felt the pain disappear. "Loved it Alpha, didn't start hurting right away. Just need to drink when you mark me from now on, I didn't think about it either. Next time I'll take some of your blood and it won't hurt me a bit." I reached my hands up to his face and pulled him close to kiss me again.

"Promise me? Don't let me hurt you-" I shook my head.

"Loved it Daddy, didn't start hurting for almost 10 seconds. Just gotta drink from now on, please don't stop? Need you to mark me Alpha! Need it!"

"No, no, Shh. Of course I'm going to mark you sweet girl, nothing will stop me! Daddy will never deny his Omega his mark, I promise. Don't worry, all mine." He leaned back in, pressing his lips to his mark and giving me a chill straight down my spine.

"Snuggle Alpha?" I questioned, my eyes feeling drowsy as my glands began the job of settling his scent all through my bloodstream and body, adjusting to my new mated status which was a bit of a stressful thing on an Omegas body. Settling an Alphas scent takes some time which is why most newly mated pairs don't emerge from their nest again for several days.

He seemed to be able to tell right away, nuzzling into my neck and kissing over his mark. "Of course sweet girl, Alpha will always snuggle you-"

"Always? Love snuggles Alpha." He nodded, pressing his lips to mine.

"Always. My precious girl will never be deprived of her Alphas warm arms wrapped around her." He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a black towel around me to keep me warm as he quickly dried himself off and pulled on his boxers, caressing me with the towel quite thoroughly until I was dry enough to put the boxers on as well as the Henley shirt. He wrapped my hair up in a bun so I could deal with it later and hoisted me back into his arms, blurring us to his bed and snuggling me to his chest. We spent quite a bit of time just snuggled like that until there was a knock on his door making my Alpha sigh, kissing my head and jumping up. "What can I help you with brother?" He questioned as he opened the door to find, I'm assuming, Elijah.

"You left in the middle of the party brother and it smells like sex in here. Don't you dare tell me you brought someone up here when you're meant to be 'woo'ing Y/n! I told you, she's a sweet girl and she deserves more than half your attention or a one night Fuck! I swear to everything that is holy Niklaus, I-"

"It's okay Elijah...I think I'm going to be here for a while." I spoke up, sitting up in the bed as Nik moved enough for Elijah to see me.

"Oh...that was fast. Much faster than I anticipated..." he stopped himself, pushing passed his brother and appearing beside me, tilting my head to bear my throat which made me whimper and Nik snarl quite loudly. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me, I just-"

"She’s not settled yet brother,she needs to sleep if you don't mind." He pulled his hands away, stepping back.

"My apologies Y/n, I would never...um...we can talk another time then." I nodded, scootching away from the suited man. “Damon snapped Kol’s neck-"

"What?!" Nik growled and I whined. He was suddenly by my side again, kissing my head to relax me.

"I don't know much but they seem to have made each other upset. Everyone has left, mother seemed to have enjoyed herself." I flinched slightly and Nik looked down at me.

"What was that?" I shook my head.

"Nothing. I don't want anything to do with it, just like I told Damon...please leave me out of it?" I begged, not wanting anything to do with their clearly corrupt mother.

"Do with what Omega?" I bit my lip to stop from saying anything. "Omega..." he warned and I sighed.

"Your mother wanted to talk to Elena tonight about something important. She thinks your mom still wants to kill you but she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. She was supposed to meet her tonight, I don't know anything else. I don't want to know, I don't Alpha." He looked at Elijah, seeming to have a silent conversation.

"We can talk tomorrow about it, don't you worry sweet girl, you won't be dragged into anything anymore. I'll come see you in the morning brother. My Omega needs to sleep."

"Of course. Good night little one." I waved to my suited friend.

"Night night Eli." He shut the door behind him and Nik snuggled back into me.

"You sleep my love. We will spend the whole day together tomorrow, and you will feel all better."

"Yes Alpha. All better." I mumbled, my eyes drifting shut and my body giving way to sleep.

'Where did you go last night? Caroline said you are dating Klaus now?!' The text from Damon was what woke me up, Nik still asleep wrapped around me as I grabbed my phone from the clutch on his bed side table.

'I don't know what she's on about but I went home. I had enough to drink and she got snappy because Tyler was with another girl. Why? Is something going on again?'

I looked back at Nik, brushing my fingers through his hair and kissing his nose as he began moving. "Good morning." I whispered and he smiled, opening his eyes to see me.

"Best morning. The best morning I've ever had in 1000 years of life, waking up with my Omega in my arms for the first time. I love you." He pressed his lips to mine just as my phone dinged again.

"I love you too Alpha. You're going to wake up with me in your arms for the rest of forever. Enjoy it." I looked back at my phone, opening the messages and knowing I couldn't not tell Nik about this instantly.

'Esther is using Elena's blood to help bind her children together and kill them. The usual in this town I think.'

"Daddy? I need you to promise me that if I show you something you're not going to get angry. I need you to remember our bond is still settling and I need a calm environment and a loving mate." He looked startled by this.

"I would never upset you, especially not now, and you're always safe with me. Why, what's wrong?" I handed him the phone and let him read the texts. "Sweet girl, I'm going to borrow this for a moment to show my brother. You wait right here, nice and calm, nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about." He said all that but rushed from the room rather quickly making me sigh before seeing Kol walk passed the room, glancing in and seeing me.

"Hello...who are you?" His smirk showed all his teeth in a threatening way making me pull the blankets closer.

"Your brothers Omega." Was my answer and he held his hands up as if to show me he was unarmed.

"Congratulations. Niklaus has always wanted an Omega. I'm surprised one was finally stupid enough to give him the time of day." I hissed at that, baring my teeth this time, making him smile. "Where did Nik run off to, leaving his settling Omega?"

"To tell Elijah that your mother is trying to kill you." His face fell at that before sighing.

"I knew it. I knew her loving us was too good to be true, I can't believe I..." he sighed and I could see the hurt on his face, making me take his hand to comfort him. He looked up at me, considering me for a moment before smiling a little. "Thank you. You're a sweet Omega. Nik got himself a good one it seems. I actually thought she might be serious this time, I...I feel stupid." I shook my head quickly.

"No matter how old you are she's your mom. The fact that she's trying to hurt you is unnatural and monstrous, don't feel badly sweetie." I pulled him close and he laid down, head now on my lap as I ran fingers through his hair.

"Can I stay here until Nik comes back?" I considered it and seeing as he wasn't being threatening I nodded, patting the bed beside me, him crawling up and snuggling into me, head on my chest, wrapping the blankets around me but staying on top of them himself which I found kind. I ran my fingers through his hair as he snuggled into me, enjoying whatever kind of comfort he was getting from me right now.

We stayed that way silently for about 20 minutes and just when I was drifting back off to sleep Nik walked back in. "Thank you for being patient my love, I...KOL!" We both jumped, him having startled both of us from a half sleep making me whine loudly. "No, no. Calm down my sweet, it's alright. Kol, what are you doing." He was trying very hard not to snap and growl at him and I very much appreciated his trying.

"Nothing! Your Omega is very comforting, I like her Nik. You picked a good one. She gives me head scratches."

"Kol, I'm trying very hard right now, you see that don't you? Very hard not to kill you."

"No killing. Go Kol, we can hang out sometime I'm not so newly mated, okay?" He looked over at me and nodded, jumping over me out of the bed.

"Thanks Y/n...you're not so bad."

"Thanks?" He shut the door behind him and Klaus took his place as soon as he was gone.

"What was that?"

"I told him about your mom and...it really upset him. I guess he tried to convince himself she was being real this time. It's natural. No matter how old you are there will always be a part of you that just wants your mom, and your mom is kind of a cunt it seems so that really does a number on you I'm sure." He nodded and I kissed his head, holding him to my chest to snuggle and go back to sleep before the door burst open again. "I'm going to have to go home to get some sleep in this fucking house!"

"What is this I hear about you saying our mother wants us dead?!" Rebekah was now in the room, hissing angrily and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm leaving."

"No! No you're not my love, lay down. No one else will come in, I promise. Out Rebekah! Sleep pretty girl, Alpha will be right back." I sighed, laying back down as he forced her out.

"Alpha? Are you kidding me?" He shoved her violently before shutting the door and that's the last I heard for a while until the door opened again and I saw Finn.

"Is the whole Mikaelson family going to pay a visit today?" I was immediately nervous when he closed the door behind him, making me move away.

"I never actually thought an Omega would get into bed with my devil brother. You know it's why he really daggered me don't you? Because I told him such?"

"Well I don't think he's the devil. I mean, he's a Dick, but not the devil, and he's nothing but good and kind to me. Finn...you're scaring me, p-please? Please leave?" I felt tears well up in my eyes as he stepped closer anyway.

"Why does my little brother, the worst of us all, get to be happy when my Sage is dead and I have to live alone? Answer me that little Omega, hmm?" I was instantly confused by that as I finally jumped from the opposite side of the bed.

"Sage? The girl that taught Damon to be a vampire? The red head? She's not dead!" He glared as I said it, appearing in front of me instantly and grabbing my throat tightly, holding me against the wall.

"Don't you lie to me! My mother told me that she was gone-"

"Mother...lie...wants...dead..." I choked as well as I could with his tight grip.

"What?" He released me and I fell to the floor instantly.

"ALPHA!" I screamed as loudly as I could, shoving the bedside table out and hiding behind it.

"Is she really alive? Really?" I nodded, cowering away as he looked at me but stopped coming closer, standing with a shocked look on his face as the door was thrown open violently and suddenly my Alpha was growling at Finn angrily.

"What are you doing?!"

"Nothing I...I'm so sorry little one...thank you..." he was gone instantly and Nik was in front of me looking very sorry.

"I'm so sorry love. My first day as your Alpha and I'm rubbish at it...come, let's get you comfortable. No one else will come in, I will make sure of it. Trust me?" He held his hands out and I paused but took them, allowing him to settle me into bed before he went back to the door. "The Next Person Who Enters This Room Without My Permission Will Get Their Throat Ripped Out! UNDERSTAND?!" I heard a few scattered 'yes'' before he was gone again making me whine, returning 10 seconds later. "I'm having breakfast made for us my love. They will knock and leave it by the door for us so you don't have to see anyone else. I'm so sorry pretty girl. So sorry." I nuzzled back into my Alphas neck and let him hold me, only wanting his comfort after everything that had just happened. "Nap until the food comes, we'll eat and watch a movie, then I'll scent you again. That should help. Relax." He was petting my head as he made that familiar rumbling sound in his chest that calmed me, sending me right off back to sleep in his arms. I didn't wake back up until there was a light knock on the door and Nik jumped up, getting the tray from the maid who didn't even try to come in. "Hungry Kitten?" I nodded and he kissed my head, taking the top off of the tray and revealing 2 omelets, a plate of sausage, a plate of toast, and a plate of bacon. "Eat baby, you're safe. I promise, nothing is going to harm you again. I don't care if it's Elijah himself, if someone comes through that door their neck is getting snapped. Safe to eat." He kissed my forehead again and turned on the tv. He wrapped himself around me and I ended up feeding him as he rubbed himself over my skin, scenting me.

"Wanna stay like this forever Alpha." I admitted and he stopped his movements, kissing my head and turning me to see him.

"Then we will, we'll stay in this room, have our meals brought to us on silver platters, do nothing but snuggle, eat, sleep and mate for the rest of our existence." His teasing made me giggle as I leaned against him, laying back down to sleep again and he continued. "No more mother, or Salvatore's, or pesky annoying siblings, just mated bliss forever, all for you my lovely Y/n." He kissed my shoulder as I drifted off again. I knew there would be problems to be dealt with tomorrow and the next day and probably the next day but for now I would relax and just enjoy this contentment, the beginning of a long and happy life with my Alpha.

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Hurt || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: Damon was known for having a short fuse, even going as far as to kill Jeremy,but he never thought he would ever do anything to you.

Warnings: physical abuse (one off but still bad!), swearing,

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As a human, you think your at the top of the food chain. And you are. That is until you find out about the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches. But in reality that is a whole other chain. And you as a human are at the bottom. Unlike Matt you would die to be a vampire, it had been a dream since you were a child. And now that you know of the supernatural it would be handy to be one, considering it puts you at risk when you get caught up in the drama. Especially when your dating the eldest Salvatore brother. Your at risk constantly, and it’s not like Damon would have a problem with turning you, just everyone else does. Long story short, your a weak human on a team full of the supernatural. You think of this regularly, mostly when your waiting for Damon to arrive home. Which is what your doing now. The tv draws you away from any other thoughts as an interesting topic comes up.

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Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open. A smile spreads across your face seeing Damon walk through the door, but straight past you and to the liquor. No “hey baby” or any sign of acknowledgment. He just walked straight past you as if you hadn’t existed. Your face dropped as you turned to look at him from the sofa. He was pouring a whole glass of bourbon instead of the usual half.

“Bad day?” You question your head tilting slightly to the right. He gulped the drink down in one go and began pouring another, completely ignoring your question. “Damon?” You tried catching his attention again. “You alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what could be wrong apart from the usual drama. “You gunna answer or leave me guessing?” He glances at you with cold eyes, his expression darkening as he took a swig of his second glass, then swallowed the rest and beginning to pour his third glass. “Isn’t that a bit much-”

“Will you just shut up!” He screamed, taking a few steps forward. You flinched and stood up, your face hardening not about to let him talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” You inquired, moving around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate you. “I was just asking if you were ok!” You argued pointing a finger at his chest. “Get you head out of your own ass for one second please!” You begged sarcastically, and saw his face twist in anger.

“I don’t need you looking out for me! Just leave me alone for one second!” He screamed in your face, “god your so god damn clingy! It’s like your stuck by my fucking side 24/7!” You felt your face extort into a sad expression. Tears welled in your eyes at his words. You just cared about him was all! He began to laugh “wow! Now your fucking crying! Get over yourself! You aren’t that important!” He took a few steppes forward, you mimicked his actions but backwards till you were up against the sofa. “You know who is more important than you right now?” He seethed, and you knew who he was going to say, and it was true but it was still going to hurt. “Elena!” he dragged dragged out her name and he pointed a finger at your chest. “You” he paused, knowing Damon, probably for effect. “You mean nothing right now! Klaus isn’t after you! And you can’t help anyone! Even Donovan is more useful than you!” He laughs slightly at the end of his exclamation. You frown.

“You just drunk, you don’t mean that.” You murmur but you know he heard you.

“Oh I mean it, I’m sick of you.” He says slowly.

“Your such a fucking liar!” You scream suddenly, taking him back for a second and you decide to play the only card you can, even though it’s over between him and Elena, you know he had his doubts about their relationship. And this was an all time low for you to go but he had hit a nerve.”you’ll are and always will be the bad guy! No matter how hard you try!” You get in his face, his expression hardens and more and her seeped into his eyes. “That why Elena never loved you not even Katherine did, it will always be Stefan, who knows maybe I’ll go to him next! Seems every girl ends up with him instead of you!” You would never be with Stefan, he was like a brother to you, but it would work in your advantage. But his next actions were unpredictable even to you.

Suddenly you were smashed into the wall Damon in-front of you holding your wrists above your head. You couldn’t feel your hands from the searing pain in your wrists, your eyes welled up as he looked at you with pure hatred.

“Shut the fuck up.” He seethed.

“Damon” you whimpered, he didn’t listen. “Damon let go!” You begged but it didn’t faze him. “Damon your hurting me! You cried and you saw his eyes soften but his grip remained tight. “Damon! Let go it hurts!” You tried to tug yourself free. His grip loosened and he backed away.

“Baby?” He tested, watching as you winced touching your wrists. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I had a bad day and then you wouldn’t stop talking-” you cut off his rambling.

“That’s no excuse” you muttered your face contorted in pain.

“I know” he stated looking at you with sympathy. “Can I see?” He whispered. You nodded and walked closer to him. He took your hands in his and studied to already deep bruises. “Y/n im so sorry” se muttered kissing your wrists gently. He knew it would take a lot for you to forgive him and become comfortable and feel safe around him again but he was willing to try. “Can you forgive me?” He looked into your eyes.

“yeah. But it might take some time okay?” You asked and he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m willing to wait”

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Viserys having always lusted after his sweet innocent little sister, but Damon wold always keep him from talking her for his second wife, so when Aemma dies she comes to comfort him in his chambers (like Ali did) and when she ask if she can do anything to help him in his grief. Vis (cue his big grinch grin) tells his innocent little sister that the only thing he is missing is a son… so he asks if she would bare him one, rather than him having to mary for duty. And his sweet innocent of course wants to help him so he is tirelessly trying to give her a son 😈

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“You have to eat.” You sweetly whispered into your brother’s ear. Your breath moved over his ear and Viserys nearly shivered. Your hands rested on his chest from behind before you placed your head on his shoulder. “I do not have an appetite.” Viserys hummed; leaning back into the chair. He fought against telling you what his true appetite was.

“You have to.” You softly pouted and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He hummed and happily leaned into your touch. Your fingers gently moved through his locks as you slowly walked around him. His hands gently reached for your hips; softly stroking you for a moment as the thin night dress had him nearly salivating.

“Always looking after me.” Viserys whispered up at you. A soft, sweet smile coming across your face. “Always. Anything you need.” You softly babbled and missed how his eyes began to darken. “Anything?” Viserys hummed; his voice deepening. He gently reached for your hands, which you as ever allowed.

“I think I do need something.” You blinked innocently with a soft hum escaping you. “They want me to remarry.” Viserys gently whispered as he subtly pulled you onto his lap as he pretended to be sad. “Oh, Viserys…” You gently whispered. You reached to gently cup his face as your eyes locked.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. All the while the King was staring at your exposed breasts and wondered if they would be even bigger when he placed a child in you. You looped your arms around his neck for a moment. Viserys burrowed into your neck and you couldn’t help but comfort him.

His hand moving down your hips once more before subtly resting on your arse. “I’ll never love another…I only want to be alone with you.” A soft blush came over your cheeks at his words. “You have me.” You hummed. “You can’t be what I need.” Viserys whispered; his manipulation began; as if it was ever at an end.

“I can, I promise.” You babbled out; leaning away to lock eyes with him. “Anything you need.” You continued. “I couldn’t ask you to do this.” Viserys whispered; his hands stroking your sides once more. You sighed with a soft pout coming over you. His larger hand moved to your arse and began to palm you.

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip at the soft desire pooling in your stomach already. “They want me to have a son. An heir.” Your fingers gently moved through his locks. “You have an heir.” Gods, your innocence was driving him mad in all the best ways. “I know..but there are only two heirs.”

“I can help you…” You finally whispered into his ear before burrowing into his neck. “Oh, I couldn't ask you..” Viserys hummed as his cock hardened even more. “I am offering.” You leaned away; your stubbornness came into play. “I want to help you.” You softly whispered; your pout returning. He was going to kiss that pout away if you continued.

“Thank you.” Viserys gently whispered out; his heart skipping a beat. “I can always count on you.” You nearly shook at his words; your happiness bubbling just under the surface. “Tonight then…” Viserys hummed before leaning in. His soft lips brushed against your own and he watched your eyes widen.

“Good girl. So good.” Viserys whispered praises into your ear as the darkness of the room cloaked you both. His cock already buried inside you so deeply as you whimpered up at him. Your eyes were still so wide as you hiccupped in pleasure. Viserys hardly knew how he was able to be so slow; taking his time.

“So beautiful.” He purred and his hand slowly moved to cup your soft, ample breast. Goosebumps easily littered your soft skin. He couldn’t stop himself. His hot mouth was soon taking your nipple. His hips slowly began to move as your soaked walls hugged him. “Viserys..” You whimpered out.

“Are you sure this is right?” You moaned and reached to grab at him. His larger hand slowly moved south. “Of course…doesn’t it feel good..feel right?” He whispered into your ear; moving deeper as he leaned close. You couldn’t help but nod as your arms slowly looped around his neck. You couldn’t deny how good it felt. “Will it work the first time?” You were able to cutely babble out. Visersy chuckled into your ear and had you blushing some more as he quickened his thrusts. You grabbed at him; your nails softly moving over his skin as your body thrashed so prettily beneath him.

Your stomach was tightening in pleasure as you babbled his name. He leaned close and passionately captured her soft lips. Gods, it was everything he had dreamt of. Even when he had been with Aemma. Not that he’d ever admit such a thing. “Viserys…” You whimpered out before he answered you.

“Sometimes..we shall try again.” He purred into your ear; releasing deep inside you.

And again. And again. He took you all over his chambers during the night as you babbled and completely lost yourself in the pleasure. He whispered his praises in your ear throughout the evening. It was only when you had passed out that Viserys finally stopped; his cock still stuffed inside you.

His fingers gently moved through your locks as he whispered sweet nothings. A smirk easily came over his face. His hand moving down to your stomach now as his head rested back onto the pillows. All was well, Viserys thought to himself as your mouth watering scent moved over him.

He knew it wouldn’t be long until you were with child; especially as he would have you in his bed for days. They would have to marry you to him and he would gladly accept. You would be none the wiser.

And he would have everything he’d ever wanted. Those thoughts alone were enough for the King to fall into a sweet sleep full of dreams that were becoming a reality.

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Rhaenyra closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze that filled the room. She could still feel the prickle of sweat on her skin and the cool air eased her discomfort. The baby in her arms squirmed with determination.

“Your father shall be here soon to greet you.” She muttered to the boy who gasped and gurgled in her arms. “He shall be upset that you came so soon. He was not here…” In truth, Rhaenyra was grateful that Daemon had taken the children to Driftmark. Bringing forth a child was hard enough without the pack of children that would demand to meet their siblings. Though they would return soon. It was later that afternoon that Daemon arrived. He hurried into the room with a contained exhilaration that threatened to burst out of him with each bounding step as if he were a father for the first time.

“The children?” Rhaenyra asked.

“There has been some trouble in Kingslanding so they have decided to stay with Rhaenys for a few days while Corlys travels to sit on the king's council.” Daemon explained. Rhaenyra nodded and turned her attention to the baby as Daemon explained that the boys would return the next evening and the girls a few days after. Damon, having fussed over the baby and Rhaenyra for a good while, turned his attention to a serving girl to make demands for food to be brought among other things. Rhaenyra had been about to scold him as she wished to rest longer but both were interrupted by the door to the private rooms slamming open.

The baby began sobbing immediately at the sound while you swept into the rooms and gave the baby a dissatisfied look. “Which one is this?” You asked, having interrupted yourself and what you’d been saying when you burst in.

“We haven’t named him yet seeing as he has not long been born.” Rhaenyra said in a scolding, motherly tone.

“Another one? Did you not just have one in the spring?” You asked and she glared at you. Waving a hand you tutted as if it didn’t matter. “If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"

You turned to give some short instructions to a nervous young woman who stood at the side of Rhaenyra’s seat. She stayed still, glancing around the room as if she was unsure what to do until Rhaenyra nodded and she scurried away looking rather grateful at being able to leave.

“Who would be asking after you and why have you come here, if you’re fleeing the country?” She asked and gave you a tired look. Daemon perched himself on the arm of the lounge chair that Rhaenyra was resting on, a grape rolling between his fingers as he watched you carefully.

“Must we talk of such dreadful things now? Where are my nieces and nephews?” You said quickly and grinned until Daemon scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“They’re not here so there is no hiding with them.” He said firmly as a group of servants hurried in with another tray of fresh foods, jugs of sweet wine and empty glass goblets. It was set on a table beside Rhaenyra who ignored it in favour of the baby in her arms who made several blubbering noises as she cooed over him. You made yourself comfortable in one of the chairs you knew Daemon preferred, picked at the food on the tray and thought over how best to answer as you kicked your feet up on a table nearby.

“I upset Otto.” You answered finally. Rhaenyra scoffed at that and shook her head, smiling down at the baby quickly as her face darkened at your comment.

“Is that not the reason you stayed behind at the keep?” Daemon jested as he helped himself to a goblet of wine.

“They kept making demands of me so I left.” You muttered and accepted a drink from Daemon who glanced at Rhaenyra. They shared a look, one of those looks where they both knew something about you that you were avoiding to address and they were silently talking about you. Having enough you thumped your foot on the table, making the baby jump, causing Rhaenyra to give you a withering look. Anyone other than you might baulk at the coldness on her face, perhaps even Daemon. But not you.

“This does not perhaps have anything to do with the wedding?” She said sharply and raised her eyebrows.

“There wasn’t really a wedding.” You muttered and she rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat as she moved the baby to rest on her other arm.

“There was a royal wedding. We were informed.” She replied.

“Ah. But you weren’t invited. Such a shame. It was most amusing.” You said and grinned. Daemon chuckled to himself until Rhaenyra glared at him. “Alicent’s face when her one-eyed giant pulled that veil back only to find my serving girl.”

“I assume this is about you then.” Rhaenyra gestured to a roll of paper that rested on the end of the seat next to her. You sighed, moving around so you could grab at it without getting up and unrolled it. It was some sort of summons and something about the offending of House Hightower.

“Serves them right.” You muttered quietly.

“(Y/N)!” Rhaenyra started and then winced. A flurry of her maids rushed to her and you found yourself shooed out of the room. Shortly after someone found you as you walked the halls of Dragonstone and led you to your rooms. You weren’t summoned until late morning the next day.

“Aunt (Y/N)!”

“Hello, Joff.” You said as the boy darted to you. You heaved him up into your arms and chuckled as he clung to you.

“Did you bring your dragon?” He asked and looked worried for a moment that you hadn’t. They were rather fond of each other. It had always struck you that they might bond after you passed as other dragons had or perhaps Joff might take one of the dragons' eggs.

“Of course. She is out with Caraxes. You know how she loves to wade in the water.” You muttered and smiled when she grinned. Luke shuffled closer and tucked himself under your other arm as you balanced Joff on one hip. He chatted happily the rest of the way to the hall where you were supposed to be heading for breakfast. When you got there Jace was already sitting at the table, chatting with Daemon.

“Where’s Nyra?” You asked and Daemon sighed.

“Resting.” Daemon spoke quickly and picked at his food. You had a sinking feeling as the boys abandoned you for their plates which were quickly ladened with food. “She wants to see you when you’ve eaten.”

Jace gave you a mingled look. As if he wanted to scold you but also applaud you at the same time and found himself very torn. You ate slowly and enjoyed the hubbub of the boys shouting across the table to each other. When you were done Joff took your hand and asked if, when you were done with Rhaenyra, you would stay to pick out a dragon egg for the new baby. You promised that you would and he left you outside Rhaenyra’s door informing you that Daemon told them not to disturb her until that afternoon.

You entered more carefully this time. She looked at you and sighed. “You’re going to have to get married.”

“Good morning Nyra. How lovely it is to be here with my family on this lovely day.” You said sarcastically as you gestured to the window. “I’m not getting married.”

“I have a letter here, saying that you return or they tell everyone you’re betrothed. They want to say Daemon stole you, and that is what happened with the wedding.” She wafted the paper in the air so it crackled gently and raised her eyebrows at you when she got nothing but a shrug in response.

“Wouldn’t be the most shocking thing he’s ever done at a wedding.” You said and grinned at her. She winced as she stood up and walked towards you.

“What about a nice Stark boy? There’s that one that sounds promising… I forget his name. You would not even have to see him. You are heir after Jace until my others come of age…” Rhaenyra trailed off as the baby started to cry in its bassinet across the room and you sighed.

“If you had not left us alone with them… I would not have had to run away.” You scolded and let out a slither of the resentment you felt. She looked at your hand where you fiddled with the small ring gifted to you by your father.

“Now he is alone. With them.” She bit back just the same. You stared at each other as she put a comforting hand gently on the child.

When she looked up from the baby you had gone and Daemon was lingering in the doorway.

“(Y/N) is right.” He said carefully. She shook her head. She did not like when you were right and there was little anyone could do to have her admit it even if you were. They sat together, Daemon taking the baby and smiling down at him. It was much later in the afternoon when you appeared again. You let yourself into the rooms followed by Joff and Luke who helped you carry a brazier that was steaming and glowing slightly.

“We chose an egg.” Luke said and smiled as they set it down. Rhaenyra got up, ruffling Luke’s hair who gazed up at her adoringly as she gently squeezed Joff’s cheek, her hand being childishly batted away with a small flapping hand and a giggle as she passed them to reach the lid. She smiled when she saw the egg.

“A fine choice.” She said as the two boys looked at her with shining, expectant eyes. They let out a chorus of pleased shouts and excited babbling as if they’d been nervous they had chosen wrong. It made you chuckle. You wondered if Rhaenyra had felt the same when she had chosen your egg.

“Mother?” Luke said as a moment of sadness flickered over Rhaenyra’s face.

“Your grandsire grows more ill. We shall be returning to Kingslanding.” She said calmly. Daemon glanced at you when you went to make a comment. His look was hard and warning so you quickly stared down at the dragon egg as if you had never seen one before.

“W-what about Baela and Rhaena?” Luke asked. Rhaenyra smiled.

“Baela prefers Driftmark so I imagine she shall want to stay with her grandmother. But that will be up to them.” Rhaenyra said as she went to sit back down. The children followed her like chicks following a hen. After looking at the baby for a while the boys got bored and went to find the rest of their siblings, leaving you alone.

“So you plan to go back?” You asked awkwardly.

“We plan to go back. Just because you left after me does not mean we didn’t both leave.” She said stiffly and gave you a firm look. You glanced at Daemon but found no help from him in easing the tension between the two of you.

“Very well we go home. Now if you don’t mind…” You gestured towards the window where a Driftmark ship could be seen and specks of boys clad in red and black were hurtling along the edge of the water towards it, bouncing about and far-off shouts could be heard on the air. Seeing your dragon slowly plodding along after a smaller dot in the distance, you knew Joff had found her, she was far too fond of the boy and on occasion had to be bribed to let him out from under her wings. You started to leave when Rhaenyra hesitantly continued.

“We have to be united on this (Y/N).” Rhaenyra said as if she wasn't sure you would agree with her. You stopped in your tracks, having headed towards the door and turned back. The gaze that you shared was fraught with years of tension, arguments and joys as well as shared sufferings. She had always been on your side. Perhaps now, you were realising, you hadn’t always been on hers. Rhaenys would call it bickering, family bickering and it was good to get it all out. But perhaps it had been left out in the open too long and now Rhaenyra doubted your relationship.

“We can be united if you see her for what she is.” You said quietly. Rhaenyra’s jaw clenched. How many times had the two of you argued about Alicent? How many times had you accused her of waiting for Alicent to change back to what she had been in her younger years? Too many for either to count. It was still a sore wound.

“Then as one house and home, we shall return.” Rhaenyra said rather seriously, making her sound overly dramatic. You smiled and nodded before leaving and rushing down to the docks and greeting your nieces.

You can also read this fic on my @bonniebird AO3 and Wattpad!

#rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #bonniebird #house of the dragon

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little-diable · 1 year

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Pretty Girl - Klaus x Reader x Damon (smut)

For the lovely @elenavampire21 - please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Just pwp - staying in while rain pours from the dark sky, allowing the three lovers to spend some more time together

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), threesome, small bits of degrading

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader x Damon Salvatore (1.2k words)

“It’s still raining?” Her voice was rough, dripping with tiredness. She had woken moments ago, face nuzzled into Damon’s neck, finding comfort in his closeness. The sound of rain pouring from the sky, pitter pattering against the windows, rang in (y/n)’s ear like a soft song echoing through the mansion. Damon’s hand danced up and down her side, in sync with the movements of the rain, watching goosebumps rise on her skin with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Seems like we have to stay in today. Do you want some breakfast, love?” She turned her head, eyes taking in Klaus’ features. The hybrid was admiring her from the other side of the bed, chest as bare as Damon’s. The last night was ever present in her thoughts, teasing her like Death feasting from a rotten corpse, clawing itself into exposed skin. Heat involuntarily flushed through her, forcing her to press her thighs together, a movement clearly picked up on by the two men.

“I don’t want to get up.” Her words were met with a few chuckles rumbling through her lovers, forced to lift her head once again. Damon pressed a loving kiss to her lips, drawing a whine from her as he parted, begging him to kiss her again. Klaus used her moment of distraction to move closer, lips kissing their way up her naked upper body, hands toying with the hem of her panties.

“I bet you’re already dripping for us, begging for some attention, aren’t you?” Klaus' accent grew thicker with every vowel leaving his lips like a threat spoken in the dark night. A moan clawed through (y/n), gasping in surprise as she was flipped onto her back, allowing the hybrid to nestle between her thighs. She felt his teeth glide along her skin, set on leaving marks as she was momentarily distracted by the feeling of Damon’s lips meeting her chest, sucking on her hardening nipples.

“Fuck, feels so good.” (Y/n) murmured her words into the morning air, eyes fluttering close to relish in the blissful feeling. Klaus pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her core, tongue brushing through her folds to feast from her, moaning at the taste of her arousal. She was at their mercy, body belonging to the two men who toyed with her. There was no escaping, no way out, and yet (y/n) wouldn’t dare run, not even if she was paid to do so.

“What do you want, baby?” Damon forced her lips open with his thumb, groaning at the sight of (y/n) sucking on his digit. She was trembling, unable to express the thoughts racing through her mind like the thunderstorm brewing outside. “Look at that, we haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already overstimulated.”

“Just,” a heavy moan clawed through her as if an evil spirit had taken over her system, forced to breathe through the waves of pleasure threatening to pull her under. “Just fuck me, please. I need you.”

“Atta girl, see, that wasn’t hard, was it?” Klaus chuckled against her core, thumb circling her sensitive bundle of nerves with accelerating movements, set on pushing her over the edge before they’d fuck her. Her eyes met Damon’s darkening ones, getting lost in his pupils, seeing a reflection of her moaning self in them. He interlaced their hands, holding onto her as she came on Klaus’ tongue.

Her orgasm momentarily took over her body, guiding her through the addicting sensation, allowing (y/n) to let herself fall. Heavy breaths were exhaled from her aching lungs, struggling to ground herself as her two lovers began to shuffle around on the bed. All she could do was watch them move, placing her back on all fours for easy access.

(Y/n) found herself aligned with Damon’s hardening cock, not able to bite down the anticipation thumping through her veins as he spoke up, cupping her chin with warm fingers, “I want to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes, fuck, please.” The moment she parted her lips, ready to swallow every inch of Damon's cock, Klaus positioned himself behind her, hand wrapped around his cock. Her movements were interrupted by the feeling of him pushing into her, forcing her walls to clench around his cock. (Y/n)’s moans overpowered the low groans leaving both men, adjusting to the feeling of her body welcoming their every touch.

“Taking us so well like you were made for us. Our pretty girl.” Damon praised her, hand guiding her bobbing head, forcing her throat further down his cock. She gagged, she moaned, she sobbed, holding onto the pleasure rumbling through her body like an earthquake threatening to pull her under.

Klaus fucked her with no mercy lingering in his system, pulling her closer with every ferocious thrusts. Tears ran down her cheeks, aligned with the drops dancing down the glass of the big windows, leaving traces to remember the moments they were living through, a perfect mess made for the three to relish in. (Y/n) had a hard time focusing on the passing by seconds, thankful for Damon’s guiding hand, allowing him to fuck her mouth.

“Feels good?” (Y/n) could only nod at Damon’s question, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt Klaus’ deep inside of her, bruising her body. Klaus’ hand found its way to her core, adding more pressure to her pulsing clit, set on pushing her over the edge for the second time that morning. Her moans guided the two men, communicating her desperation for another soaring wave of her release.

“Don’t you dare cum without asking for it, doll.” Klaus’ warning rang in her ears, words she barely picked up on, too focused on hallowing her cheeks. Only as Damon pulled her off his cock, allowing her to deeply inhale, did she speak up with her wavering voice.

“Need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum.” The men’s eyes met, wordlessly communicating as her lips were parted once again, taking as much of Damon’s cock as she could. Her walls started to flutter, not able to hold back any longer as the sensation took over.

“Cum for us, darling.” A moan rumbled through her as she came, pulling back from Damon before she would pass out. He kept pumping his cock, eyes not leaving her pleasure-drunken features once, set on painting her face with his cum. It only took the two a few more moments before they followed (y/n) into the abyss of their pleasure, painting her walls and features white.

Her exhaustion forced her to push herself against Damon’s chest, body pushed closer as Klaus pulled out of her, watching his release drip down her thighs. A mess neither he nor (y/n) could pay any attention to, tending to her every need with gentle touches. And with a smile tugging on her lips, (y/n) felt Damon picking her up, set on soothing her aching body with a warm shower and loving kisses pressed to her skin by Klaus.

#Klaus Mikaelson smut #Damon Salvatore smut #the vampire diaries imagine

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 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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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year

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Brooklyn

kai parker x reader

kai finds you wearing his shirt

tags: fluff, love confessions, cupcakes, first kiss

word count: 1.9k

“That shirt looks familiar.”

“Mhm,” you mutter, neither confirming nor denying Damon’s questioning statement.

“Swear I’ve seen it before…”

Shrugging, you grab a cupcake off the counter. “What are these for?”

“Caroline was bored. Fair game, she said.”

“Cool. Tell her I said thanks.”

“Yeah. Hey, have you seen Bonnie?”

“Not recently. Maybe she has a class? It’s only eleven.”

“Ehh, I’ll ask Elena.”

“Okay.”

He takes one more look at you, or, more so, the gray Brooklyn shirt loosely fit on your body. “I can’t place it but it’s bothering the hell out of me.”

The sound of the boarding house door opening distracts you both.

“Bonnie, that you?” Damon calls expectantly.

“Nope, me.” Sporting a smirk, Kai walks into the kitchen.

“Ugh, why!” The older groans, “why do you still live here?!”

“Funniest thing - I don’t know where else to go, and you actually want me nearby so you can ‘keep an eye on me’. Plus, she’s here,” he points to you. “Is that my shirt?”

A smile was already on your face from Kai’s first comment, but it grows wider at his realization, “Mhm!”

“I knew it looked familiar! Ew, why are you wearing his shirt, YN?!”

For once, Kai agrees with Damon, “I hate that shirt.”

“Well I like it.”

“Why?” Damon repeats.

“I don’t know… because it’s… soft,” you start to blush, “and smells like you.”

“Ugh, get a room, you two!”

“We are in a room. You get out of the room.”

“A kitchen is not a room, Parker.”

“Kai,” you interrupt their mini-argument, “fair game cupcakes!”

“Wait, really? I’m not gonna get in trouble this time?”

“Nope! Damon said Caroline said ‘fair game’!”

“Hold on now, you two better not eat all of those. Just because they’re fair game doesn’t mean Caroline won’t miss them. She was up from two till six in the morning baking them because she couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, it’s Caroline. Regardless, don’t eat them all.”

“We won’t. Just one and then Kai and I will go.”

As you speak, the door opens again, but then abruptly closes. No one walks into the kitchen, and no other sound is made.

“Umm… I’m going to go check on that,” Damon eyes the foyer suspiciously. “You two, stay put.”

Alone, Kai turns to you. “So… my shirt…”

“Do you want it back?”

“No, no, you can keep it. Like I said, I hate that shirt. But why are you wearing it?”

“I told you, silly. It’s soft and it smells like you.”

“Why would you want it to smell like me?”

Blush overtakes your cheeks and you have to look away from his face.

“Y/N, you okay?” When you don’t answer, he puts a hand on your knee. “Hey. You’re worrying me now.”

You muster up a bit of courage to look up, “I’m okay. Just… I don’t know, it’s comforting. Makes me feel close to you.” Then you add, “I’m sorry.”

“What? Don’t be sorry.” His eyes check over you completely, and your words finally sink in. Oh. This is one of those emotions I’m still figuring out. Thanks, Luke. “Um, to be honest…” Just admit it. It’s Y/N, you don’t have to hide feelings from her. “You look hot in it.”

“Wait, really?” You swear your blush darkens a shade. “You’re not mad I’m wearing it?”

“Of course not. I was just surprised. But no, yeah…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you do notice how he’s neglected his cupcake to run his gaze along your body. As if he’s found a more interesting dessert…

Kai’s mouth parts slightly. His tongue licks his lower lip and he takes a deep breath. “Can I-”

“No worries, guys! It’s Elena,” Damon re-enters the room with the girl hot on his trail. “She heard Y/N say Kai’s name and didn’t want to have to see him, so she tried to make a quiet exit. Unfortunately for her, I tracked her down so I wouldn’t have to suffer with you alone.”

The last few syllables leave more quietly as he notices your proximity. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” you smile sweetly, popping off the counter. “I have class at noon and Kai’s gonna walk me there. Tell Care thanks again for the cupcakes.”

“Uh, okay. Bye, then, I guess.”

“If I see Bonnie, I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”

“Cool, thanks. But don’t bring Kai too close to her.”

You roll your eyes, “of course, yes, I’ll watch out for the little witch’s feelings. No matter how stupid or irrational they are.”

“Y/N,” Damon warns.

“Kidding. But seriously, out of everyone we’ve faced and she’s most scared of Kai? It’s laughable.” A second later, you change your demeanor. “Anyway, see you guys later! Come on, Kai.”

As you leave, you hear Elena mutter, “bitch.”

It makes you laugh. And when Kai sees you laughing, despite being angered at her choice of word for you, he can’t help but chuckle.

“Do you really have a class at noon?” Kai asks as you walk farther into the woods behind the Salvatore house.

“Nah, I just wanted to get away. My class is at two.”

“Oh.”

The two of you sit on rocks in a clearing. It’s always been your go-to hiding spot, but it’s a place you don’t mind sharing with him.

“So what were you saying earlier? Before Thing #1 and Thing #2 showed up?”

He laughs at the nicknames. “Well… I was saying you looked hot in my shirt. And you still do. I, uh, was also going to ask if I could admit something, though.”

You feel a lump in your throat, “of course. You can always talk to me, Kai.”

“Yeah… I know. That’s the only reason I’m comfortable telling you this. I’m still not really sure of my emotions; I’m trying to figure them out, but they’re messy, and it’s hard. Like, for most of my childhood, and the time spent in the prison world, I was angry, and also, numb. I guess I’m learning a lot of the numbness maybe was loneliness, I’m not sure. But being around you, I’ve never felt either of those emotions. I have like, a whole new set of emotions, and have been trying to Google what they are. Of course, I still feel the anger and the numbness - like when Damon scolded you the other day for finishing his bourbon, I was angry - but I’ve never felt that way towards you. Anyway, one of the things I searched for was for a feeling of like, bugs… but in my stomach. And it said I either have gastroenteritis, or that I’m in love. Considering I’m never sick, and I’ve never felt like this before, but I do know that I think I love you, I’m going to go with the latter and uh, I guess, admit that I love you.” He only stops rambling for a second to catch his breath, “and it wasn’t just today that I realized this. I did the Google search, like, weeks ago, but I’ve been looking for supporting evidence to confirm if it’s really love, but it is. Seeing you in my shirt, hearing you say it’s comforting to feel like I’m close to you, really, uh, solidified it.”

You’re speechless. Here is this boy - that you love - admitting he’s in love with you. A boy who has never really experienced love before, to the best of your knowledge.

“Of course, the hot part of seeing you in my shirt was nothing new. I’m not a stranger to that. Even though I’ve never actually, uh… never mind. But I’ve never wanted nor felt the love alongside the… lust, but uh… surprise… you make me feel both. So, um, please say something, Y/N, I can’t stop talking.”

You finally snap out of your haze, blurting out, “I love you, too. I’ve also known for weeks, but didn’t want to scare you away, or mess up our friendship. That’s actually part of the reason I sought out your shirt. Knew it was one you wouldn’t miss too much, but definitely gives me a sense of having you close to me.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’m sure. To be honest, I had a crush on you even before the whole merging thing. But then watching movies here, spending nights at The Grill together… I mean, first I just thought you were cute, then I loved hearing you talk, then I don’t know, at some point I fell for you.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” You blurt out without a second thought. Blush covers your cheeks immediately; it paints Kai’s face, too. “Yes, Kai, I think you’re cute. And you have a sweet side that you don’t show often, but I’ve seen it. And you’re loyal to people that you know you can trust, and I’d trust you with my life.”

The all-powerful leader of the Gemini Coven is at a loss for words.

“May I also add, you’re not just cute… it was pretty hot that time you choked that guy for information at The Grill. When you asked me to look up the location he finally revealed and I took a minute to respond, it was because I was distracted by your hands. The way your fingers curled around his neck, and how your rings rested against his veins. So, um, the lust goes both ways. Just so you know.”

He’s still speechless, but swallows hard. “Didn’t realize I had that effect on you. I thought you were just bored.”

“You could never bore me, Kai.”

As if that single sentence were a love language, he crawls closer to you. “Can… can I kiss you?” He stutters on his words.

“Please do.”

He starts slow at first, taking your face in his hands. Feeling the shape of your jaw; the softness of your skin. His eyes search for hesitancy in your own, but upon seeing none, settle on your lips. He moves in at the same pace, making the first kiss so gentle, it barely feels like he’s there.

“Kai,” you whine.

Hearing his name come from your lips finally does him in. He deepens the kiss, grabbing a tighter hold of your face. Your hands go to his hair, pulling at it just a little. One hand travels down to your neck, and the cold metal of a ring makes you groan. Though almost as quickly as it started, it ends. Kai takes a deep breath after breaking it off, during which you can’t help but notice his eyes have turned almost black.

“Just what I mean - cute, but hot.” You’re slightly out of breath yourself, but not as bad as he is.

Kai smiles, then leans back, still panting. “Can I make another confession?”

“Always.”

“That was my first kiss.”

You stare at him. “Ever?”

“No touching, remember? Could barely leave my room, let alone find a girl to kiss. Then there’s the isolation,” he pauses. “But it’s okay. I’d go through all of it over and over if it means that when I get out, I get to kiss you.”

Your heart flutters like a thousand butterflies have taken flight, and you rush to capture him in another kiss. “I love you, Kai,” you mutter against his lips.

He breaks it apart to smile, “I love you, too.”

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker #tvd fics #the vampire diaries #i kinda stole a line from supergirl deal with it #lmao #it's my favorite love confession quote ever i just had to use it for kai

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tvimagines221b · 9 months

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(Enzo St.John x Vampire Reader!)

Summary: When the Reader finds herself reliving the horrors of Augustine Society through the form of Nightmares, Enzo comes to the Reader's side to calm her with a sense of comfort and security.

Warnings: Mentions of experimentation?

MYSTIC FALLS

The nightmares. The neverending nightmares... When the nightmares first appeared, it seemed they may have been a sign of your distress. Which, didn't seem so odd. Given the recent invasion of Lily Salvatore's Heretic Family in Mystic Falls, you had found yourself becoming overwhelmed by the whole ordeal.

But after a while, you noticed the nightmares didn't stop.

They became more frequent and more intense. It was then that you realized, your past traumas were beginning to reawaken. And you didn't know what to do.

You knew your friends already had a lot on their plate with the Heretics. The last thing you wanted was for them to worry about your well-being. So, you kept the nightmares to yourself. Deciding, they were your burden to bear.

Sooner or later, you knew it was only inevitable that someone would discover your secret.

You always thought it would perhaps to Caroline, or Bonnie. They were usually always the first to notice was something was off with you.

Then again, you didn't put it past Damon to snoop around when he thought you were being secretive.

However, it was the one person you actually needed by your side, that was the one to find out.

Enzo.

Enzo had been one of your closest friends. Ever since you met him after being captured by the Augustine Society. How could you ever forget that awful day? What went from a peaceful stroll through the town, became your worst nightmare.

You remembered how awful it was for you.

Being vervained. Dragged and thrown into a cell.

In that cell, was the first time you met Enzo. Who, had seemed to learn Augustine's methods. Right away, he told you all about their experiments. He told you everything you needed to know. Enzo helped you survive those awful years that you felt so hopeless and lost.

And now so many decades later, he was helping you through it all over again...

Cold. Dark. Thirst. As you felt every muscle in your body weakened, all you could think about was your need for blood. More blood. Blood have you strength. Gave you power.

But being deprived of that blood, took away any ability to fight for yourself.

Which made you feel powerless.

Day in, day out was always the same. You sat in your cold, darkened cell. Usually leaned up against the wall. The Doctors gave you your daily blood ration, and you awaited to see if today would be your day to be experimented on.

Augustine had so many Vampires, it resulted in all of you having to take turns.

Sometimes it was days, sometimes it was weeks. Neither of you never knew when it was going to be your turn to be tested.

With hitched breathing, you were leaned against the wall. Just trying so hard to keep going. To keep some strength.

As you laid there, the sound of the cell door creaking open, made your ears perk up.

You turned your head. Entering your cell, were two Augustine Doctors. One of then greeted you with a sinister smile. "You’re up.”

“No! Stay away!” You spat.

The Two Doctors each grabbed one of your arms, lifting you up into your feet. "Come on doll, won't be that bad today."

"No! No! Please!" You tried to fighting them, as they pulled you out of the cell into the hallway. "Please. Please. I don't want to. Please!" You begged.

Your feet dragged against the floor, as they carried you down the hallways.

Eventually, you found yourself in the lab room. It was a long room filled with medical equipment and machinery.

The two Doctors, walked you through the room until they stopped by one of the tables.

Carelessly, they throw you down onto the table.

You laid there, as they tied you down. Both of your arms and your legs were tied down to the table.

The Doctors then pulled out a needle. A needle filled with vervain. Injecting it into your neck to sedate you.

"Please! Please let me go!"

"Now now dear Y/N, we've done this enough times, you know the procedure." One of the doctors husked. "Just a few cuts. Some stitching. We can get your back to your cell, in no time."

You leaned your head up, seeing the door to the room be shut and locked tight.

Tears filled your eyes. Your breathing becoming more and more rapid. You began to panic. You struggled in your restraints. "NO. LET ME GO YOU BASTERDS!" You screamed.

The two Doctors stood on either side of you. Preparing their tools.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks feeling nothing but fear and despair...

Gasping for air, your eyes shot open and you felt sweat roll down your face. You sat up, running your hands through your hair and letting out a shaky breath. Trying to calm yourself. 'It's just a dream. It's just a dream.' You tried telling yourself.

That's all it was, a dream.

But, that dream had once been your reality. Maybe that's why it was so much more terrifying?

You ran your hands over your face, sighing in frustration as you began to feel your tears well up in your eyes.

Why did you have to dream about that again?

Why couldn't the nightmares just go away? Because you spent decades, trying to forget your past with the Augustine Society.

But it seemed your subconscious couldn't quite let it go.

"Are you alright, love?" A voice called out.

Turning your head, you looked over in the bedroom doorway. Standing there with a mixture of both concern and curiosity on his face, was Enzo. The older vampire narrowed his eyes.

You blinked. "Enzo?"

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Enzo cautiously entered the room. "I heard you screaming out."

You swallowed. You just have been crying out in your sleep, and alerted Enzo. You breathed out. "Y-Yeah." You nodded. "Just a bad dream."

Enzo shakes his head, walking over to your bed. "Just a bad dream?" He paused for a moment. "That didn't seem like just a bad dream to me, love." He could tell it was something more than that. "More like a nightmare"

You looked away from him. Trying to avoid eye contact. "I...don't know."

Enzo huffed. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. "The way you're avoiding looking at me is telling me otherwise."

"It's...not important." You lied.

Enzo grabbed your chin, making you look at him. You could see the determination in his eyes. He wasn't going to let it go. "Y/N, holding it back isn't going to do you any good."

You knew he was right about that. Keeping this to yourself any longer, wasn't going to make it go away.

Would keeping it from Enzo really make a difference?

Enzo knew you better than anyone. And if there was one thing you had learned about him over the years, he didn't like seeing you in pain.

He hated to see you suffer.

Sighing, you lowered your head. Maybe if you opened up to someone, there was a chance that you could rid yourself of these awful nightmares. You took a moment, trying to gather your words. Talking about wouldn't be easy. But, you knew Enzo would listen to you and console you. You let out shaky breath. "I've...been having nightmares." You told him.

Enzo titled his head. "Nightmares?"

You nodded your head. "Yes. And... I've been having them almost every night."

Enzo's expression softened. The older vampire looked to you. What could you have possible been having nightmares about?

"What are these nightmares about?" He asked, gently.

You took a deep breath. You knew you had to tell him the truth. No more lies. You didn't want to hide things from him any longer. "Augustine."

Enzo's expression fell. "Augustine?"

You gave him a sad nod of your head. "Yes. And they won't stop... They... They won't go away, Enzo. I...I don't know what to do." You shake your head. "I don't know why I'm having them."

"Y/N darling, I am so sorry." Enzo shakes his head. "I...I didn't realize."

Tears welled in your eyes. "I just want them to go away, Enzo. I just...I just want it to go away."

Enzo looked to you, feeling his heart ache for you. He wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He leaned closer. "Oh darling, don't cry." He brushed his fingers along your cheek.

"You know what I went through. What...we all went through." You told him.

Enzo nodded his head. "Of course I do, love."

A tear rolled down your cheek. "Why? Why does this have to happen now?" There was so much going on in your life already. It was too much to bare.

Enzo took your hand in his. "I don't know, love. I wish I had answer for you."

"Enzo..." You looked to him. "You and Damon were the only reason that I managed to survive that awful place." It was true. Having Damon and Enzo's companionship, helped you get through all of those awful days and nights. Helped you keep on fighting. Helped give you hope. "I...don't know where I would be without you both."

Probably dead, if you were being honest. After all, Damon and Enzo helped you escape their captivity.

You owed them your life.

Enzo kept ahold of your hand. "Listen to me, Y/N. You are strong. You are going to get through this, do you hear me?" He knew that with him by your side, you would overcome it all.

You sat there, as he held your hand. Listening to his voice as he spoke. It seemed so...comforting to you.

Enzo kept his voice calm and steady, trying to keep your mind off of what was bothering you.

And surprisingly, it seemed to work.

You let out a sigh. Closing your eyes, and letting yourself relax a little bit. "Okay." You nodded.

Enzo gave you a reassuring squeeze of your hand. "Don't worry darling. I'll be here by your side I promise."

That you believed was true.

There was no doubt about it. Enzo would never abandon you. He always had your best interest at heart.

And you adored him for it.

"Okay." You nodded again.

Enzo's eyes softened. "Hey, why don't I stay here while you go back to sleep?" Perhaps then, you could feel at ease knowing he was by your side. "I'll stay right here, love. I promise you that."

You sniffled. "You will?"

"Of course, love." Enzo nodded his head. He raised a hand, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. He gave you a smile. "You mean the world to me. You're one of my closest friends, and I wouldn't ever dare let anything happen to you."

You managed a soft smile to return to him. "Thank you, Enzo. For...everything you've ever done for me."

"No need to thank me, love." Enzo tells you.

You let out a shaky breath. You looked to Enzo. Maybe, just maybe if you had someone by your side. It would keep the nightmares away. And maybe, just maybe that someone would be Enzo.

"Okay, I'll try to go back to sleep." You nodded. You laid your head back, then resting it on the pillow.

"As you should." He nods.

"Good night, Enzo." You smiled at him.

Enzo kept his smile. He bend down, giving your forehead a tender, yet comforting kiss. "Goodnight, Love." He caressed your face, before pulling away.

Enzo laid down beside you, pulling the blanket over you.

You relaxed in his presence, feeling much better now that you shared your secret with him.

And soon, you found yourself falling into a calm, and peaceful slumber...

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #tvd #tvd imagine #tvd x reader #enzo st. john x reader #the vampire diaries x reader #enzo st. john #enzo st. john imagine

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yoonkinii · 1 month

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part 2:

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worse.

Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

The water was warm against my skin, chasing away the chill that coated my flesh like second skin. After my whole breakdown with Astarion, he had to step out to assist Gale with Wyll. If I was remembering correctly, the city was being rebuilt by everyone still left alive and Wyll had taken on the position of Duke. Everyone in my little team ended up with a high ranking position, each controlling a certain decision when it came to rebuilding the city. Karlach was paired with Damon with rebuilding homes and stores. Shadowheart and Halsin took care of the injured. Lae’zel looked over people working so they don’t fall out of line. Jaheira and Minsc left the city looking for survivors that may have found misfortune. Gale was sort of Wylls advisor, using his vast amount of intellect when Wyll need it. And Astarion was the Lord of Szaars place, an already powerful figure just by title. Even more powerful when the very first ascended vampyre owned it.

Astarion left with Gale, muttering something alone the lines of ‘mortals can’t do anything’ but agreed to help regardless. It was a little strange to be back in the position of the hero of Baldurs Gate and not confined to one room. I can’t help but find myself waiting to wake up, to open my eyes and be greeted with the same dark ceiling. I wait and wait but I never wake up. None of it felt real and I was scared it wasn’t real; that I somehow died in my sleep and was just replaying my memories.

That was an absurd notion. He would never let me die. Not when my life was controlled by him in every aspect.

The door to the bathroom opened gently, a familiar face entering. She paused in front of the now closed door, eyes trained to the floor as she bowed slightly at the waist. Her green wide eyes glanced up at me nervously, orange hair pinned back with some clips.

“Lucinda.” I greeted her with a smile, singling her to come in with a nod.

Lucinda was one of the first servants we ever hired to serve in the palace. She lost her entire family in the final battle and was lost without a loved one or home. She was also the first spawn Astarion made- minus me.

Flashes of tangled limbs, Lucinda’s hair, and his dark gaze watching me flashed in my mind. I couldn’t help but grimace at the memory. I had walked into our shared room without a second thought only to be faced with him bedded with Lucinda. Even in the darkened room, I could see the love filled gaze Lucinda gaze into him while he watched me with a raised brow as if I was the one in the wrong. I sobbed my heart out that day- or my figurative heart out.

Lucinda tried to smile back at me but it looked strained- like her skin wasn’t used to moving like that. That was how she usually was. She was quiet but efficient and half the time she felt like a ghost, silently walking around the palace and doing what was expected of her without a single complaint.

Even as she got closer to me, I didn’t feel any hatred towards her. I knew she was one of his victims, knew that she fell for the false promises and loveless lyrics that danced on his tongue. I also fell for them.

Lucinda wordlessly assisted bathing me, gentle and nimble fingers making sure every part of my body was clean before offering me a towel to dry off. We were both silent even as she fit me into my gown for the evening. She tightened the bodice, pinned my hair up in a crown of braids, and dangled silver jewlery from my ears and neck. I stood before a mirror, eyes slightly widened as I looked back at my reflection. My reflection ws another privilege I had lost from him. It was so simple for him, taking things away from me without a second thought. He could give but he could also take. My throat tightened as I recalled how I was able to stand in the sun and now I could even see my reflection.

My eyes trailed over my gown and I had to admit that Lucinda picked something splendid for today. The maroon dress was made from rich, luxurious fabric that had a subtle sheen to it, adding a touch of opulence to the overall appearance. The bodice of the dress was tailored to perfection, creating a flattering and regal appearance for my body. Intricate silver thread adorned the neckline and cuffs, depicting carefully crafted whirls of life on the fabric.

The neckline of the dress was boat shaped, covering most of my chest but still exposing my collarbones. The sleeves were long and flowy, the cuffs of my sleeves almost creating maroon waves; swishing with every movement of my hands. The skirt of the dress was full and cascaded to the floor and even though it was long, I could still move freely. Just like the neckline and cuffs, the hem of the dress was adorned with the same intricate threading.

My lips were painted with color and my eyes lined with kohl to accentuate my features. Lucinda gingerly placed black heels before me- offering her hand to help me balance as I put on the heels. Once done, I looked at my reflection once, nodding with acceptance.

“Astarion is with Wyll still, correct?”

“Yes, My Lady.” Lucinda replied so softly that if there was any other sort of noise in the room, I would’ve missed her response. “Lord Astarion has not returned from the Dukes.”

“Thank you, Lucinda. I will be heading over there now.”

She nodded her head, bowing at the waist as I turned to leave the bathroom. Exiting the bathroom, I walked down the halls I had been locked away in. I noticed that some decorations were missing- we must have not gotten them yet. The palace was made up of two stories. Upon entering, a grand foyer awaits, featuring double sweeping staircases parallel from each other. The staircases were carpeted with a dark red runner leading to the second floor before continuing down the halls of the second floor. The walls were decorated with various tapestries purchased from various merchants. The double staircases create a sort of entryway to the reception room appointed with fine furniture and gilded fixtures.

After accessing the second floor via that staircase, it branches out left and right. The halls create a sort of square shape, if someone was to walk left and follow down the hall, they would end up at the opposite of the staircase they used to get up. The whole palace had dark wooden floors in every room and dark walls that constantly casted the palace in a permanent shadow, even with the windows open. The halls are lined with a series of private chambers and living quarters. The servants quarters take up most of the left side of the second floor, various rooms provided from them- even if Lucinda is the only current servant. Towards the second floor, in the middle of the two halls, lies Astarions study. An exquisite study with towering bookshelves and the same exquisite furniture that can be found around the house. The back wall of his study, across from the entrance to it, is made out of pure glass. Differing window panes were used to create a floor to ceiling window-wall that showcased the city below.

Our shared bedroom is down the hall from his office. If someone was to exit his study, take a left and walk down the hall until they turned the corner, the first door on the left would lead to our chambers. Upon entering, the canopied bed is pressed against the middle of the wall, black lace curtains offering privacy whenever needed. To the left of the bed, there were doors that lead to a private balcony that was large enough to adorn a small table and two chairs. I usually found Astarion reading there when he had enough free time. There wasn’t much in our room, other than the usual litter of Astarions book collection and a small work desk pressed against the corner of the wall next to the balcony doors. Astarion rarely ever used it, choosing to do his work in his studies. The walls were adorned with artwork but the most notable one was the portrait of not only Astarion and I but everyone in our small little team. All of us were wearing smiles on our faces, even Lae’zel who seemed to have a permanent frown etched onto her skin. That portrait hung above the work desk and there were a few times I had caught Astarion looking at it as he sat at that desk.

I finished climbing down the staircase, heels clicking against the wooden floor that was exposed from the lack of carpet covering it. I exited the palace and was greeted with the same scene I saw the first time I stepped out but less people were out. This wasn’t surprising since the sun was already starting to set. I followed the familiar path to where I knew Astarion would be, weaving and dodging people that were too busy to notice me passing by. A few did notice me, waving and calling out to me. I could only offer a small wave and smile back as I passed down various streets. The city looked almost unrecognizable with all the decimated buildings and death clinging to the air.

Finally reaching the building I was looking for, I opened the doors and was created with a long hallway with many doors lining the walls. It was somehow even busier inside than outside. People were walking to and from between rooms, carrying various things. Some were even running, expertly dodging those that weren’t in such a hurry. Voices merged, creating a muddle of echoes bouncing off the walls. I was only able to catch glimpses of conversation as I walked down the hall to the large wooden double doors at the end of the hall.

“No, no, we can’t use that material because…”

“What are we going to do about the limited space in the cemetery…”

“...funds are not being included when it should be you imbecile…”

Pushing the doors open, the hinges made no sound as I slipped through. Immediately, I was greeted with five males crowding around a large oval shaped table placed in the middle of the room. I only recognized three of them; Gale, Wyll, and Astarion. In my, I guess, other life, I had never stepped foot into this building when Astarion was called upon. I was too busy documenting expenses and checking who needed what in order to rebuild.

Wyll glanced up from where him and everyone else in the room was looking down at the parchment on the table. He smiled, tilting his head to the side- offering me to stand next to Astarion. Taking him up on his offer, I walked to where my husband stood, his back facing me. He didn’t bother looking behind himself to see who entered the room, he probably thought it was a servant coming in with new documents.

Gale spoke up from his position beside Wyll, his hand once again rubbing along his jaw in thought. His eyes flickered to me as I stood across from him next to Astarion. He nodded in regard before continuing with that was being discussed before I walked in,

“They have to be dealt with now before they are able to turn into something worse.”

A simple glance down at the table was all I needed to know what was going on. It was a map of Faerûn, several circles drawn indicating different camps strung out along where the shadow cursed lands were. Well, former shadow cursed lands were at since the land was cured because of Halsin and some of my help.

“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning slightly over the table to catch a batter look at the map. A hand trailed down the small of my back before resting on the right side of my waist. A soft kiss was pressed to my head as Astarion pressed his body against my left side of my own body- like being away from me was hard for him to do.

“Nothing too dreary. Just some Goblin camps that keep sprouting about the shadowed lands.” Astarion replied, sounding like there was nothing to worry about. I could hear the smile he wore on his face as he spoke. Rolling my eyes, a knowing smile took over my face as I crossed my arms, “Yes. Goblins congregating. Nothing serious.”

Wyll cleared his throat, “I know we have to deal with this situation soon but we don’t have any manpower to spare. Not with everything still in shambles. I am only suggesting to hold off until we have more able hands.”

“If we wait any longer, these damn things will already be in the city, wreaking havoc!” a deep and gruff voice cried out. I looked to the owner of the voice, his bright red hair contrasting against his olive toned skin. He was lithe and a little shorter than Astarion. His brown eyes almost feline like as he glared down at the table, his lips curled in a snarl. The manner and tone of his voice did not suit someone who appeared like him but then again, many things in this world didn’t suit it.

“Then what do you suggest, Doran?” Astarion replied, his voice laced with venom as he said Dorans name. Astarion eyed the younger male, raising a brow towards him mockingly.

Doran glowared, mumbling under his breath as he looked away from Astarion, fists clenching at his sides. A deep sigh resulted from the interaction, causing me to look at the final man in the room. He appeared older than the rest of us, graying beard lining his jaw, grayed hair sitting close to his skull, wrinkles from age sagging against his skin. He was shorter than all of us, his bear bell sticking out from under his clothes and thick arms massaged his temples in annoyance. I regarded him with a tilt to my head, wondering who he was and why he was here. I wondered the same thing about Doran but I knew they were meant to be here as well.

I cleared my throat, drawing everyone’s attention towards me. Licking my bottom lip, my gaze met Wylls, “They are right. These Goblins need to be handled immediately.”

Wyll opened his lips to retort but it died in his throat as I raised my hand to continue speaking, “I understand we don’t have the resources for this currently and that is why I am going to be handling this myself.” As I spoke, my mind flashed to what I knew from the future. I can only remember small glimpses of this situation and that’s because when it happened in my true life, I took no part in it.

The goblins were a problem, we didn’t have resources to deal with them and as a solution, Astarion went by himself to handle them. When he came back, he smiled less.

If I am here back in the past with a second chance, I was going to take advantage of it. If this is the first instance where Astarion took a step toward becoming him then I would do something I didn’t do in my time. I was going to go along with him.

“What?” Astarions voice rang out in the room, the hand on my waist tensing. “What do you mean?”

I looked up at him, brows pinching together in thought, “Well, it makes sense” I continued, “We don’t have enough people to spare to send out so why not spare me? I’m sure my skills are equivalent to at least ten soldiers.” I looked over at Wyll, brow raised in question. Wyll was in thought for a few moments, a breath being released from his pursed lips,

“Well-” He drawled, “It’s not a bad idea.”

I clasped my hands together in glee, before anyone could say anything else, “Then it’s settled!”

“Hold on. You must be a lunatic for thinking I am just going to let you go alone.” Astarion argued, his hand gone from my waist and now placed on his hip as he looked at me like I really was a lunatic.

I cooed, stepping closer to him so we were chest to chest, “And you are so cute for thinking I was going to go alone to begin with.” I pinched his cheek teasingly, nose wrinkly in delight, “You’re coming with me.” I said as I walked past him to the exit. A few seconds ticked by before he exploded in curses and whining about getting dirt under his nails.

“Darling, are you sure about this?”

Astarions voice questioned from across the room as he stood in front of a mirror hanging on the wall, fusing over his hair. The room was illuminated by several candles placed on wall mounted holders, the sun had gone an hour ago and casted the world in darkness.

I huffed out a small laugh, combing through my hair as I sat on the edge of the bed, “What do you mean? Of course I am sure. I thought you would jump for joy at the chance of leaving the city.”

Astarion eyes narrowed at me as he finally stepped away from the mirror and made his way towards me. “Me?” He placed his palm against his chest, “Be excited about leaving the city and all the comforts it has to offer. Oh, Yes, I am very excited.” His tone was filled with sarcasm as he sat beside me on the bed, my body bouncing slightly from his sudden weight being applied. He wordlessly grabbed the brush from my hand, gently running it through my locks and running his fingers through it every so often.

A slight pout formed on my lips, “What’s the big problem? You don’t want to spend quality time with me?”

He snorted, something only he would ever do with me, “Love, I would be chained to you if I was able. I just don’t find the whole ‘natures delight’ very appealing after being in it for so long.” I turned to face him, beaming at him with a smile,

“That’s what makes it fun! It will be just like old times, only this time you aren’t holding a knife to my throat.”

He gasped in mock shock, “How dare you bring that up? I needed help against an admirable foe and you told me to handle it myself. I was very hurt.” His chin lowered, accentuating the pout on his lips as he looked at me through his white lashes.

“It was a boar! Not an Illithid. You flat out lied to me.”

“Yes but that is beside the point. I needed help and you didn’t give it to me. I thought you were a kind soul.”

“I am a kind soul. I was just preoccupied with a whole worm in my skull.” I reasoned, refusing to look at him. I can’t lie, I may have come off a little rude when we first met. Sometimes even Shadowheart teases me for it since she just stood by and watched. My hair was pushed behind my shoulder, revealing the skin exposed from the new nightgown I had on. It was simply, just white satin that stopped mid thigh, the straps thin like most of my nightwear.

Soft lips pressed against my bare shoulder and my heart swelled. It was things like this that I missed most of all, the little things he would do to me. How he would reach over towards whenever I was near, the random kisses pressed softly against my skin like a butterflies touch, catching my gaze from across the room only to smile at me, to just be near me.

His lips were then pressed against my cheek before breaking away and going to his side of the bed. The sheets rustled under his movement as he peeled back the bedding and slipped under it. I moved to get under the sheets as well but froze as I turned. It somehow slipped my mind about his sleeping habits and how he used to sleep in only nightwear pants that hung low on his hips. His back was turned towards me as he reached over to place his shirt on a nightstand beside the table.

Silently getting other the covers and laying down, I couldn't help but reach over and have my fingertips graze over the abused flesh. He flinched like I hurt him and I flinched back in return.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, keeping my hands close to my chest.

He looked over his shoulder at me, ruby eyes dimly lit against the warm light. His features seemed warmer as well, he almost seemed to be kissed by the sun and not the pale vampire people are used to. I looked away from him, ashamed by my actions as I focused on watching the ceiling. My gaze snapped back to him as his fingers brushed against my cheekbone. He was now on his back, propped up by his forearms,

“It’s okay. You can touch it.”

That was all he said before he turned and exposed his back to me once more. I stared at his back wide eyed, not believing what was happening. Even in my true life, I had never dared to touch his scars. They told a story that I believe he would rather hide and ignore cause they serve as a reminder. Only a few people know about the scars and even then, they never bring it up so I didn’t either.

Shifting closer to him, I was meer inches away from his back as the tips of my fingers gently traced the part of a ritual carved onto his delicate skin. Mysterious word that I could not read regardless of knowing the purpose it served. A few minutes of silence passed as I traced his past with such a gentle touch. I was afraid that touching too hard would break him even when his tormentor was gone, he never really left. He lurked in the shadows of the halls, taunting Astarion. There were a handful of times I could remember Astarion breaking out into a cold sweat from seeing a figure in the corner of his eye, a scent that was too familiar, a phrase being said came from the mouth of a ghost. During those times, Astarion would lock himself away from the world and it was only once that I was able to enter the room and what I had found broke me into a million pieces.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memory to fade away into the recesses of my mind. I sighed through my nose, pressing my forehead to his back as my hand draped around his waist. In an instant, his hand laid atop mine, squeezing it. Perhaps he was imagining a life without the freedom he has obtained, a life where he was never captured by the absolute, a life where he never pressed a knife to my throat, a life where none of this ever happened. Perhaps he imagined all that and squeezed my hand to remember that this was all real.

Perhaps I should’ve said something to him but I didn’t. Not as sleep dug its claws into my skin and pulled me under.

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klausysworld · 10 months

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Sub Klaus getting spanked cause he flirted with Caroline.

His mistress

Klaus swallowed thickly as he felt her eyes on his face. He glanced to Caroline’s hand that rest on his arm and took a step back. His eyes glanced to his lovers whose stared back at him in a glare.

He knew exactly what he had been doing, he knew what game he was playing but as soon as the reality hit him of just how angry she looked, he didn’t want to play anymore.

“You know…we could always go somewhere more private” Caroline whispered lowly with her chest pressing against him. He saw y/n’s expression darken before she turned around and walked out of the grill.

“I have to go” he uttered, pushing her hands off and speeding his way out of the building.

“Klaus!” The blonde yelled trying to catch up to him but ultimately giving up and rolled her eyes before looking back to Damon helplessly who shook his head with a sigh. Another plan failed.

Niklaus rushed out to her car, opening the door before she reversed and jumping inside. He faced the front, lips sealed and heart in his throat as she drives them home in silence.

She grabbed his wrist and borderline dragged him inside, his siblings all shut up as they saw their brother whispering pleas to his love to forgive him.

One look from y/n and they each made their way for the front door making Niklaus panic and grab onto her arm

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, I’m sorry, you know I’m sorry” he whimpered and she glared at him

“Angry Niklaus? I feel disrespected. You do not get to act superior to me when you please to. You want to play the game then shut up and do as you’re told. Understood?”

And heaven help him if he didn’t understand.

“Yes mistress…I understand” he whispered gently

“Clothes” she stated as she sat down in her leather armchair. He hurriedly followed her instructions and stripped himself to his boxers but one glance to her told him to take those off too.

He nervously brought himself over her thighs, clutching onto the arm of the chair as his face sunk into his arms and he whispered another apology.

His eyes fell shut as her hand smoothed down his back, he breathed in deeply, his jaw clenching as she hummed tauntingly. Just as his mouth opened to speak, a hand hit against his skin, a sharp sting covering his ass and a yelp leaving his mouth.

“What was that Niklaus?” She murmured and he shook his head

“Nothing mistress, I’m sorry” he whined, his face glowing bright pink in humiliation as she patted his rear a few times before raising her hand and bringing it down quick and hard to make him jolt.

He bit down on his own tongue to keep his sounds at bay. His eyes squeezed shut as each hit got at least a little more powerful. He could feel his skin burning slightly at the pain of each spank.

His hands squeezed the leather under his fingers as he let out little whimpers and his body tensed even more.

“Calm pet, and open your eyes” she directed and he reluctantly did. His body relaxing against her and his eyes hesitantly blinking open. One of her hands grabbed a handful of his curls and yanked his head back too look at his face while the other continued to rub the back of his thigh

“Tell me Niklaus, what would Caroline think of you if she saw you now?” She murmured, an edge to her tone. “You think she would be able to handle your behaviour? You think she would know what to do when you get needy? Would she know how much you love to be punished?” She whispered lowly as her hand moved round to his front where his hardening cock stood against his stomach and giving it a firm squeeze.

He let out a muffled moan as he shook his head “she wouldn’t” he whispered and she hummed

“Do you want to dominate her Klaus? Is that it? You don’t like being submissive anymore?” She asked and his head shook almost frantically

“No I like to be submissive” he assured. He slowly pushed himself up and she allowed him to, he knelt in-front of her with his chin on her knees. “I love what we have” he uttered looking up at her with big glossy eyes “I’m your good boy” he whispered with a dark blush.

“Not tonight you’re not” she muttered and he nodded with a knowing expression

“I didn’t think it through…thought it would make you good angry not bad angry”

“You mean good angry so I would edge you for so long that when you finally get to cum, your whole body trembles and you can’t shut your pretty little mouth?” She taunted and he nodded nervously. “And yet you’re still hard just from a simple spanking? Such a little whore aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress….I’m sorry” he uttered

“No you’re not. Now get dressed but no underwear clear? We have a dinner to get to and I don’t have enough time to punish you before so it will continue during.” She cleared her throat and stood up, taking his disregarded boxers and walking out, leaving a nervous Klaus on the floor.

He swallowed thickly as he looked down at his soon to be tortured cock with a sigh before grabbing his trousers and hurrying after his wife

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Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

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“Do you know what?! I don’t know how you can find time to drink yourself into oblivion every night but never have time to see me! It’s getting absolutely pathetic!” Tears were falling down your cheeks as you continued the blazing row you were having with Damon.

He turned around with both fury and frustration evident on his face, two expressions that he hardly ever shown you. “I’d rather be there at the bar than spend time with you! You’re always nagging me about the smallest thing, so why would I want to come and see you! Sometimes, I don’t know why we’re even together! I should just go and find another girl, someone who actually understands me!”

He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth but before he tried to apologise, you grabbed your coat and ran out of the door with tears now streaming down your face.

Rain pounded against the hood of your coat as you walked through the park, Damon’s words swirling around in your head. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice a darkened figure making their way towards you. They grabbed you, turned you around and bit into your neck before throwing you on the floor, blood quickly oozing out.

“Tell Damon, he better watch his back. There’s more of us out here, just waiting for the perfect chance to strike.” He chuckled before whizzing away, leaving you to bleed out on the grass. New thoughts clouded your mind as you thought about the argument with Damon and began to cry again. That was going to be the last conversation you ever had with him, you didn’t get to tell him you love him one last time.

Darkness began to cloud your vision as you heard faint shouts coming from the other side of the park. You tried your best to get up and go towards the voice but you had lost too much blood. “Help!” You intended to shout but it came out as a tiny whisper. As the voice got closer, hope struck you as you realised it was Damon.

“Damon, over here!” You were so lucky that he had super hearing because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have heard the strangled shout. He rushed over to you, gently pulling your back against his chest. His eyes widened a little when he seen the bite on your neck. “Hey, you’re safe now, I’ve got you.” Tears began to fall as he realised that this was all his fault.

“Damon, I-I wanna say...” He shook his head, not wanting to hear it. “No, Y/N. This isn’t goodbye.” He bit into his wrist and placed it against your mouth. “Drink, please, before it’s too late.” Usually you were completely against the idea of drinking vampire blood but in this instance, it was the only thing that would save you.

The warm liquid slipped down your throat and you leaned back against Damon’s chest, feeling the affects already working. “I’m so sorry about what I said, Y/N. It’s you, it’s always been you and it’s always going to be you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am not going to let anything like this happen again. I’m going to stop drinking and prioritise you over everything. I love you so much.”

He leaned down and placed a passionate and heartfelt kiss to your lips. You kissed him back, putting all of your emotions into it. You broke away and sat up, turning around to face him. “D, the one who attacked me, he told me to tell you to watch your back. That there’s more of them out there just waiting for the right time. What’s going to happen now?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing is going to happen and I am going to make sure of it. Now, I’m going to get you home so you can take a shower and rest. I will come and see you first thing tomorrow.” He stood up and lifted you in his arms before whizzing you back to your house.

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Damon walked through his front door completely dripping wet. Stefan walked into the hallway as soon as he heard the door close. “Where have you been?” Damon looks at Stefan with a love swept look on his face. “I’ve been with Y/N, I’ve been home.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep back the tears that were threatening to fall again. “I thought I lost her for good, Stef. I completely screwed up and said some horrible things to her and she stormed out into the rain. When I went to look for her, I found her nearly dead in the park from a vampire bite.”

Stefan furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Who did it?!” Damon shook his head. “I don’t know, but that’s not what I’m focused on right now. All my attention is going to be on Y/N.” He walked past Stefan and began to walk up the stairs before turning around. “You know, one day I’m going to marry her and make her mine because I know that she is the one, and she always has been.”

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m4gicisland · 1 year

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა damon reznor x f!traveller — sfw / fluff / lazy proofread / 1.2k wc

it’s not as if damon had received a lot of gifts in his life.

growing up, his birthday was never celebrated, if even acknowledged, and he’d learned that expecting so much as a “happy birthday” was a complete waste of time. he would be met with nothing but disappointment, and damon wasn’t a huge fan of disappointment.

it was just another day to live through. another year in which he had somehow avoided a one-way ticket to hell. because, let’s be honest, only in his wildest dreams would he be granted any bittersweet depiction of an afterlife. in reality, damon reznor was undeserving of second chances—even ones that he didn’t believe in.

throughout the years, the assassin had somehow acquainted himself with people that, deep deep deep down, had a heart. one big enough to bless him with gifts on a day that he had gone years without recognising.

but opening the door of his quarters at the ass crack of dawn to a member of the royal peg’asi family clutching a knife in their hands on such a day? the thought of an afterlife paled in comparison. that seemed more within his reach than whatever clusterfuck of a fever dream he was having right now.

“to what do i owe the pleasure, your highness?” resting one hand on the door frame, he took their brief silence as an opportunity to rack his brain for an explanation. the target on his back might as well be tattooed with all the people who dream to one day put him out of his misery, but he cannot recall doing anything that would push this peg’asi to darken his doorstep with a knife so early in the morning.

“i brought you a gift!” the princess exclaimed somewhat excitedly, although the uncertainty in her voice and inability to make eye contact made damon raise a scarred brow. a gift? for me?

“i hate to break it to you princess, but it’s the middle of july. i don’t think santa made plans to come early this year.”

“don’t be a dick, damon. i know it’s not christmas,” the princess’s gaze raised to meet his. “in fact, i’d say today is a bit more special than christmas...”

it took everything he had to not snort at such a comment. while damon reznor was a dick, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. he knew exactly what today was, but he had better things to do than pay any attention to that fact.

“i’ve gotta say, i’m surprised you even realised. i don’t remember telling you the day my mother made the greatest mistake of her life.”

“oh no, i’d say she made it long before that,” the princess grinned. “but that’s not the point! here-“ the royal waved the knife in damon’s line of vision, making it impossible to miss. “-take this.”

he took the knife with ease, weighing it in his hands. it felt familiar, his eyes narrowing with realisation. “this is my knife.”

“shocker.” the princess rolled her eyes, her smile lighting up her face. “the knife isn’t the gift, dumbass.”

“ah, but it would’ve been a very thoughtful one.”

“hey, you know any sane person would question why they’ve answered the door to someone with a knife in their hand?”

“ha, i doubt there’s even an ounce of sanity on this ship, princess.”

rolling her eyes, the princess bent down to retrieve something hidden behind her legs. damon failed to notice the messily wrapped object she’d kept tucked out of his sight.

despite the insanity of this situation, one question tugged at his thoughts. “seriously, how did you know?”

she held it out eagerly, pushing it into him. “i was having a nice little chat with ryona the other day and she let it slip.”

he had no choice but to take the gift into his own hands if he wanted to leave without a hole in his stomach. seriously, the force was unexpected.

“alright, alright, i’ve got it.” he held the gift out between the two of them to examine. it’s shape is reminiscent of the notepads that lived comfortably on his desk, only this one was wrapped up messily in about three different designs of wrapping paper. “but if this is my gift, why the knife? i don’t think threats are part of the tradition.”

“well, it’s been a while since i’ve been able to give a gift like this. i’ve always had so much fun doing the wrapping part and got sort of... carried away? i used too much tape, it’s quite difficult to open without cutting it somehow. i just thought it would come more naturally for you to use a knife.” the princess smiled apologetically.

“well, if the gift is shit at least i can stab it to show my disapproval.” damon laughed. “or maybe i could stab you for insulting my honour?”

the princess’s mouth gaped open in poorly concealed horror. “insulting your honour?”

“i didn’t even want to celebrate my birthday, but you went and got me a gift i hated just to make things worse. i’d be deeply offended.”

“whatever. just open it, will you?”

damon proceeded to cut the wrapping paper open with swift ease, almost confirming his suspicion of its contents. he peeled the paper away to reveal a doodle of an orange tabby cat glued neatly to the cover. it’s a sketchbook. flipping through it uncovers multiple illustrations of all different breeds of cats.

“i originally wanted to get an actual cat, but your birthday gift isn’t worth getting thrown out into space for.”

damon chuckled, although his gaze didn’t leave the sketchbook. “blondielocks definitely wouldn’t approve.”

the princess hummed in agreement. “instead we can torment him with my drawings until he caves and brings us the real deal as a peace offering.”

after examining every page, he closed the book gently and tucked it under his armpit. “thanks, princess. this is not what i expected when you showed up to my room with a knife, but i’m pleasantly surprised.”

the princess winked at the assassin before knitting her brows together. “hey, i think i deserve more credit. do you know how long it took to draw all of those cats? do you know how much debt i’m in with bash now? he’s expecting a lifetime supply of crayons after this project!”

damon clicked his tongue. “it’s impolite to demand things from the birthday boy. did you not learn anything from that expensive education of yours?”

folding her arms across her chest, the princess huffed a defeated sigh. “fine. happy birthday, damon.”

chuckling in amusement, damon leaned down to tuck a stray hair behind the princess’s ear and brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. that precious, adorable angry look quickly being replaced by one of shock. “thank you, princess.”

satisfaction painted his face as he stepped back into his room, leaving the flustered princess with the gorgeous view of his door once again.

as if the gift itself wasn’t a big enough shock, the warmth flooding his heart left him with more to think about than he’d have liked so early in the morning.

the princess was a fool if she thought he’d let the captain lay a finger on her artwork. it was his, and only his. he would treasure this gift for as long as he had to celebrate the tragedy of his existence.

an unexpected gift from the same person he’d threatened and tormented all those months ago. if she could forgive him, maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

maybe damon reznor was deserving of second chances after all...

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commander-krios · 7 months

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A Soft Morning

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Damon Reznor/Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: "You can be bad at something and still enjoy it." Astrea Peg'asi helps Damon learn something new. Words: 2937 Additional Tags: Tilaari Traveler, Established Relationship, Fluff, Idiots In Love, Soft Damon Reznor, Anxiety, Friendship/Love, Dancing

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Sunlight streamed through the enormous floor to ceiling windows, leaving the room glowing in its golden warmth. For a fleeting moment, Astrea Peg’asi thought she was in her room on Goldis, the verdant drapery and bedding eerily similar to what her mother had decorated their wing of the castle in, the dark tan stone of the walls a reflection of a world she no longer felt comfortable in. Fear choked her, genuine fear that the Andromeda Six… that her friends, that Damon, had all been a figment of her imagination. The thought was more horrifying than the things she’d already seen, the possibility that the people she’d come to love and trust, the family who knew her better than her blood, weren’t real.

Something shifted behind her, a muffled groan interrupting the terror that held her in its grip.

Glancing over her shoulder, she felt relief immediately at the sight of a tuft of ebony hair peeking out from the sea of green blankets. Astrea gathered the blankets around her, moving to rest on the pillows beside him. When he lifted his head, eyes still glazed over in sleep, she smiled at how beautiful he was.

Damon blinked at her, eyebrows pulling together as he came to terms with his surroundings. Then he shifted to stretch his arms over his head, the soft mattress compressing at the movement, a grin curling his lips. Sighing happily, she snuggled deeper into the comfort of the bed, resting a hand against his bare chest.

An arm snaked around her waist before she was pulled closer into a tight embrace, brain going foggy as cold lips pressed kisses against her neck and collarbone. Blush flared on her cheeks and across her chest, memories of the night before leaving her giddy.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Damon nuzzled his face against the curve of her neck, warm breath ghosting along her skin, leaving gooseflesh behind. “Did you sleep well?”

Astrea inhaled sharply, a shiver running down her spine at his insistent touch. She’d slept extremely well, both because of the bed and Damon’s arms around her. She didn’t know it was possible to be as happy as she was lying there as the sun crested the sky.

But there was still a compulsion she couldn’t deny. One that said she needed to tease Damon as mercilessly as he did her. So she reached up to brush a finger over the dark circles under his eyes, noting that they were slightly less pronounced this morning. His bright eyes were studying her, pure mischief sparkling in their depths as he read every thought she’d ever had. With a sleepy grin on his face, he attempted to bite her finger until she pulled it away.

Folding her arm so she could rest her head against it, she rolled her eyes dramatically and let out a disgruntled sound. “Not at all. The bed is horrible and lumpy and there was this annoying snoring in my ears all night.”

Damon’s eyes widened, completely awake now, horror shadowing his face as he realized what she was implying. “Me? Snore? I think you’ve gone insane.”

“Hmm. Nope. It was definitely you.”

His eyes darkened, a dangerous look crossing his face as he stared at her. She should’ve been scared. Damon was dangerous, but all she felt was a thrill low in her stomach, knowing that she could ensure Damon’s mutual destruction without much difficulty.

“Take. That. Back.”

Astrea smirked, leaning close enough that their noses nearly touched. She could barely hold a laugh back when she finally spoke. “Make me.”

Damon’s eyes slanted, his hands tensing on her hips. Time passed in a slow heartbeat, then two. When his attack finally came, it was in the form of fingers dancing across her sides, tickling her until she was gasping for air. When he paused his onslaught to let her catch her breath, he waited for her to meet his gaze. “Are you ready to admit your lies?”

“Hmmm.” She tapped her chin playfully, barely smothering a smile. “No.”

Damon grabbed her by the waist and threw himself back against the pillows, pulling her on top of him, her breasts brushing his bare chest. He ducked his head to press kisses along her throat, relentless in his assault against every inch of available skin she offered. Her giggles bit off in a moan and he chuckled quietly, feeling his smile against her neck doing little to calm her racing heart.

When he pulled back, his eyes swept over her face, studying her every feature before his expression gentled, something she still wasn’t used to after the last few weeks together. His finger trailed over her cheek, staring in wonder and with some deeper emotion that she was terrified of. Because if he felt the way she did about him, it meant she still had something to lose.

“You’re stunning.”

She flushed at the words, turning away to hide her face. She felt laughter rumble in his chest as he circled his arms around her, holding her tightly.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

“Nothing.” Her voice came out in a strangled chirp which only made him laugh harder.

“You’re also adorable when you get embarrassed.” His hands swept down her back, soft and gentle, leaving nothing but burning skin behind. “The skin glow doesn’t lie.”

“Shut up.”

Damon snorted, hands skimming along her sides, tickling her without even trying and she squirmed until she was out of bed and out of his reach. He groaned, head hitting the pillow beneath him but he was grinning when she faced him. “You’re the worst kind of tease.”

“You weren’t complaining about it last night.” Astrea placed her hands on her hips, watching as Damon sprawled among the blankets, refusing to budge from his warm and comfortable spot. It was almost cute to see him so comfortable on Tilaarin, to know that they were safe here away from the K’Merii. She still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she loved this new side of him. “Are you going to lay around all day?”

He smirked as he tucked his arms behind his head, eyes roaming across her body with zero shame. “What can I say? I have the best view on Tilaarin.”

She shouldn’t let him bait her, especially since he was so good at it, but with Damon, rationality usually took a backseat to whatever she was feeling at the time. So with a roll of her eyes, Astrea grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw it at him. He caught it before it smacked him in the face and laughed, tossing it to the side.

“You’ll have to try better than that, Princess.”

Another pillow followed the first, this one managing to glance off the top of his head before landing in the windowsill. Astrea covered her mouth, giggles bursting from her at the sight of his wide blue eyes, completely shocked that she managed to catch him off guard. That made two of them.

An evil smile curled his lips and quicker than her eyes could catch, he was across the bed, grabbing her by the waist, his bare chest pressing into her back, his lips at her neck without warning. She shivered despite his warmth, knowing what he was capable of and how impossible it was to say no to him.

“Damon!”

He laughed, a sound so free and happy that she couldn’t help but giggle in return when his arms came around her, turning her towards him and pulling her close. She reached out to brush his hair out of his face, smiling when their eyes met. The hard lines of his face softened as their eyes met, his shining with an emotion she’d never seen on him before.

She liked him like this.

“I know of a lot better ways to spend our morning. They don’t include clothing or leaving this room.” He leaned forward to brush his lips against her forehead, breath warm against her skin.

“I need to get ready to meet my sister.” She told him solemnly, hating the way his smile faded slightly. Astrea didn’t like being the cause of him losing that carefree grin. She adored the easy way he laughed with her, the softness in his eyes whenever he looked in her direction, as if she was the only one in the room. She cupped his face, tracing the sharp edges of his face until they smoothed. “But I have a little time before I leave.”

Damon reached up to entwine their fingers together, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. Then he gave her a look that promised many sinful yet delightful ways to pass that time. “I’m open to suggestions.”

She rolled her eyes, flicking his nose, enjoying the shock as his eyes widened. She didn’t take him by surprise often, but when she did, she enjoyed every second of the victory. “We should do something fun.”

“I’m something fun.”

Astrea swatted him on the chest, only getting more laughter in response. “You’re insatiable.”

“You weren’t complaining last night.” He parroted back, squeezing her sides before letting her wiggle away. She reached down to grab her discarded shirt from the floor. At the sight of her pulling it over her head, he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “Now my day is ruined.”

With a snort, she threw his shirt at him. He caught it without much effort. “Dramatic much?”

“I can be worse if you want.”

“I know you can.” He pulled his shirt over his head and she felt some regret at losing the view. Sacrifices had to be made, she supposed. Once he adjusted the dogtags he always wore over top of his shirt, Astrea extended her hand to him.

“What’s this for?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, but he had so much trust in her that he slipped his hand into hers without hesitation.

“I want to show you something.” As soon as his smirk reappeared, she had to resist the urge to shove him. “No.”

Still holding hands, she pulled with as much strength as she could muster until he finally gave in and followed her away from the comfort of the bed and further into the room where they had empty space to move.

“There are plenty of other ways to have some fun. You even have a swimming pool.” His fingers trailed across her shoulder and she shivered at his touch, a breathless laugh leaving her mouth. She knew immediately where his thoughts had gone when she turned to face him, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning closer to leave a peck on the tip of his nose. He grinned at the gesture, arms circling her waist, fingers dipping below the hem of her shirt, skimming against her skin. “I could teach you how to dance if you’d like.”

His eyebrows shot up at the offer. “Dance? I don’t dance.” He paused, a wicked grin tilting his mouth. “Unless you count when I’m killing people. Then I guess I have something to teach you.”

Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, meeting his gaze with a seriousness she hoped he believed. If the mischief that stared back was any indication, she didn’t fool him at all. “You can probably teach me a lot of things.”

His smile turned wicked, taking it in exactly the way she’d intended. “Sweetheart, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Astrea pressed a finger to his lips, not that it would shut him up if he really wanted to say something, but he waited with as much patience as he was capable of. “Just trust me, okay?”

She knew Damon didn’t trust easily, he had more than enough reasons not to, but when he gave a stiff nod, his jaw tensing almost imperceptibly, she felt a slight stirring of relief in her chest. He trusted her enough to give her this small amount of control and she was grateful.

“What if I’m not good at it?”

His hands were hesitant on her hips, and for the first time since she’d met Damon, Astrea could see how afraid he was of being vulnerable. Of how much he didn’t like relinquishing control to someone else. With a comforting smile, she placed her hands on top of his, squeezing his fingers gently.

“Hey.” She whispered, catching his gaze, blue eyes wild as he tried to get ahold of himself. “I’m here. It’s just us, ok?”

His forehead met hers, breath catching in his throat as he exhaled. He was nearly shaking, hands gripping too tightly to her waist, eyes shut as he focused on his breathing. “Yeah.”

“We don’t have to do this, Damon.” Astrea’s hands were in his hair, smoothing the raven locks away from his face before bringing him into a hug. She tucked her head against his neck, her heart breaking at how hard this was for him.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled against her neck, his arms locking her against his body as if he was terrified of letting her go. Maybe he was.

“I know you don’t believe it, but you’re safe here. With me.” Her lips brushed along his jaw, her voice quiet even in the silent room. She moved her hands over his shoulders and down his arms before resting them on his chest. “Besides, who says I’m good at dancing?”

Damon snorted, some of the tension slipping from his muscles. “You expect me to believe a princess is bad at dancing?”

“You can be bad at something and still enjoy it.” Astrea pulled away slightly so she could meet his eyes, unable to stop from laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Vexx always said I had two left feet.”

“Well, it’s a good thing carrot-head is an idiot.”

She wanted to roll her eyes, to defend her friend since he couldn’t defend himself, but gave Damon the win instead. Pressing her lips against his, he relaxed against her little by little until finally his grip on her waist loosened. His chest was pressed solid and strong against her body. His skin was warm beneath her touch, and when she returned her hands to his hair, gripping tightly to the dark strands, he groaned deep in his throat, slipping his tongue between her lips.

The kiss left her breathless when they broke apart, breath mingling between them. Damon’s pupils were blown wide, nothing left of the blue of his irises except the smallest sliver. She wanted to get lost in his gaze, the darkness more beautiful than the entirety of the galaxy around her. She dropped her hand to trail a finger along the curve of his eyebrow, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

“Astrea…”

“Yes?”

She should’ve realized his intentions when his fingers tightened on her hips, but she was mesmerized by the expression on his face and the feel of his soft lips against her palm when he turned to press a kiss there. One moment she was exploring his face, mapping out the hard lines and the soft planes. The next, she was dangling above the floor, her eyes on the ceiling and her silver hair nearly touching the ground. She couldn’t even stop the gasp that left her lips.

Damon laughed a deranged sound as he bent over her, hair falling into his eyes. Swinging her back to a standing position, she had to press her hands against his chest to keep from losing her balance.

“Did you just… dip me?” She asked in a combination of awe and confusion.

“You said you wanted to dance.” He teased, grabbing one of her hands and twirling her, the flowy fabric of her shirt billowing out around her. “So we’re dancing.”

Her brain couldn’t keep up with the movements: the twirling, Damon’s hands on her hips while they swayed in place to no music, a grin lighting up his face where anxiety had been a minute before. The sudden change nearly gave her whiplash.

“What’s… What just happened?” She asked, dazed as he entwined their fingers, bringing her close again, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

“This isn’t so bad.” He admitted, blush coloring his pale skin when he glanced away, eyes focused on something across the room. “I should listen to you more often.”

She wanted to tease him for being so flustered, but he was being vulnerable with her in this quiet moment. So she brushed her hand across his shoulder before lacing her fingers behind his neck, smiling up at him. “Are you saying you like dancing?”

He let out a nervous laugh, finally meeting her gaze. The softness he looked at her with always stole her breath and sent her heart racing. “With you, I can like almost anything.”

Astrea bit her lip, tightening her arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug. He held her close, breath warm against her shoulder as he pressed a kiss there. Then his weight shifted and they tumbled backward, Astrea landing on a pile of blankets and pillows, getting buried in the softness while Damon hovered over her. A grin pulled at his lips and she should’ve been annoyed, but all she could do was giggle.

“I’ll remember this.” She threatened, no bite to her words. Damon smirked, dipping his head to trail his teeth against her throat. “Oh, Princess. I highly doubt you’ll remember anything once I’m finished with you.”

#my writing #andromeda six #a6 #a6 fanfic #a6 traveler #tilaari traveler #oc: astrea #damon reznor #astrea x damon

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Title: A treasure should be loved

Pairing: Elijah M. x Black!Human!Reader x Kol M.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Protective Elijah and Kol, Damon being an asshole, spicy

A/N: I wanted to do an idea for a three parter while working on my other series ideas

It was a cold rainy morning as you carefully got out of bed feeling achy noticing that Damon had already left most likely at Elena's home. You were Damon's in his words human pet even though he told people that you were his girlfriend if you could even be called that.

The water relaxed your sore muscles as Damon was too rough last night with you as he was taking his jealousy out on you as it was no secret to you that Damon was in love with Elena. You hissed looking at the bite marks on your neck that Damon left and you placed bandaged on it then got dress for work wishing Damon would have healed you after he was finished.

"You look tired dear." You heard Mrs. Peterson say, the little old lady that would come into the shop from time to time as she was really sweet to you always bringing you baked goods or lunch. Mrs. Peterson didn't like Damon and made sure the vampire knew it as she saw how Damon treated you.

"I'm good Mrs. Peterson. So your girls trip is coming up."

"Yes but while I'm gone I am having my great nephews and niece to watch out for you." Mrs. Peterson tells you making you chuckle nodding humororing the older woman unaware just who were her nephews and niece.

Klaus, Finn, and Rebekah had no interest in their great aunt's request while Elijah and Kol had no problems with doing as she asked as both had no interest in the Scooby gang unlike their siblings. Elijah grabbed his coat catching Kol's attention getting up to following after his older brother.

"You two are really doing as she asked?"

"Niklaus, this girl is important to our dear aunt so I shall watch over her." Elijah says walking out with Kol happily following as it was rare for him and Elijah to hang out. Klaus shook his head watching the two leave wondering just how long will the two do as their aunt asked.

"A lovely shop you have darling?" You jumped squeaking when you heard Kol's voice falling off the latter and braced to hit the floor but Elijah caught you smiling softly at you. Elijah's eyes trained on the bandage on your neck as both picked up on your racing heart and flushing face.

"I don't where Elena is or the others." You said clearly scared but you knew Damon wouldn't come and save you if they decided to harm you were only a blood bag for Damon. Elijah gently let you down as both he and Kol frowned when you swayed a bit and stood by in case you fainted.

"We aren't here about them. Our lovely aunt asked us to watch over you." Elijah says surprising you realizing the niece and nephews that was going to watch you were the Original family.

"I told Mrs. Peterson there was no need."

"Yet she had a right to worry darling." Kol tells you noticing the limp and looked to Elijah having the same thought....Damon was not treating his girlfriend right. But there was a scent you had that was calling to Kol and Elijah, making their instincts go wild.

Vanilla mixing with warm nutmeg and cinnamon reached the vampires as it was intoxicating and making them slip into their instincts. Mate was the word that came to their mind as you shivered seeing their eyes darken hearing the two growl lowly knowing that Damon was hurting their mate.

You moved to change the bandage on your neck and the scent of your blood made them growl as you squealed being suddenly being sandwiched between Elijah and Kol. Both vampires were running on instinct making you shiver as they licked your expose skin of your neck where blood was running from the bite.

Elijah and Kol let out low groans at the taste of your blood pressing closer and you let out a breathy mewl gripping Kol's shirt tilting your head to give them more room. Elijah lifted you up by your thighs lapping up more blood perking up hearing your quiet moan when Kol gently nip at your thoat.

"Are you alright, sweetling?" Elijah asked softly pressing a kiss on your fresh bandage he placed on your neck. You blinked flushing wishing they hadn't stopped as it was the most affection you had received from someone.

"Yes, Elijah." You sounded breathy as Kol nuzzled your thoat wrapping your legs around his waist while Elijah ran his nose along your neck sighing at your scent.

"I have work to do." You said softly feeling wondering hands really not wanting to stop but you had to. Elijah and Klaus stepped back giving you some breathing room as for the rest of the day the two Originals stood by helping you much to your comfort.

"What ate you two doing here? Here to use her to get to me?" You three heard Elena's voice as she was surprised to see both Originals being the most gentlest beings with you making Elena frown.

"No. We are watching over her for our aunt." Elijah answered Elena narrowing his eyes at Damon seeing the vampire step into the shop. Damon glared at Kol and Elijah seeing them so close to you.

"You two don't need to be that close to my girlfriend." Damon said and Elijah noticed the jealously in Elena's eyes when Damon pulled you away from Kol and Elijah, gripping your arm a little too tight as they saw you flinch.

"Damon, they are doing as what Mrs. Peterson asked them to do."

"Don't care. Stay away from them."

Damon's words hadn't stopped Elijah and Kol as with in a week the two was always around you showering with adoration and affection along with gifts. But Damon noticed and knew someone in the group was helping the two Originals get to know you and little did he know it was Caroline who saw just how cute you looked with Kol and Elijah.

"She isn't returning my calls or text."

"Maybe she saw just how terrible you are as a boyfriend?" Caroline says flipping though her magazine getting the group's attention and Damon glared knowing that the blonde knew something. Elena sat next to Caroline also wondering if the vampire knew something.

"What do you know blondie?"

"Klaus is throwing some art gala and Rebekah took Y/N dress shopping because Elijah and Kol invited her." Elena said having seen the invitation on your counter as Caroline glared at the human. It had been Caroline helping Kol and Elijah getting to know you and had let it slip that you adored art.

"Then we'll go too." Damon growled angry that you were spending more and more time with the two Originals and not him. Caroline texted Rebekah a heads up while Stefan was trying to calm down Damon.

You felt like a princess as you stepped into the art gallery wearing the dress Rebekah picked out. It was a gorgeous red ombre waterfall and a beaded bodice with off the shoulder flowy sleeves. Rebekah had done up your hair in a low bun and did a natural makeup look and you wore the jewelry Elijah and Kol gifted you. No sooner when you stepped inside both Originals were by your side.

"You look ravishing darling. Will you let us see what is under this gorgeous dress?" Kol asked kissing your hand making you flush as Elijah's hand was on your lower back kissing your temple. You had been on cloud nine being around Elijah and Kol as both made you feel beautiful and loved. You hoped that ignoring Damon that the vampire got the message that you no longer wished to see him since he most likely didn't read your text saying it was over.

"Behave Kol." Elijah said lowly in warning as you giggled watching your vampires playfully fight before they leaded you to a few paintings Klaus did. Damon walked in with Elena on his arm looking for you and spotted you with Kol who was peppering your neck with kisses making you giggle.

"Why is she so comfortable with them?"

"Because she is their mate." Both Damon and Elena jumped hearing Klaus's voice from behind them. Klaus smirked thinking of ways to kill Damon since you accepted to being Elijah's and Kol's mate, Klaus saw you as family along with Rebekah and Finn.

"Mate?"

"Right you younger vampires have no idea of mates. Each vampire has mate thanks to out mother wanting us to find our soulmates and Y/N is Elijah's and Kol's."

"Well she is my girlfriend." Damon growled lowly as Klaus's smirk got bigger turning Damon around just in time to see Elijah kissing you deeply. You were sitting on a couch in a dark corner between Kol and Elijah as both were showering you with affection.

"If that was true why she so comfortable with Elijah and Kol? Why has she been ignoring your calls?" Klaus said lowly as Damon glared at the scene in front of him. You let out a breathy gasp feeling Elijah's fingers moving along your inner thigh and Kol leaving open mouth kisses on your neck.

"Mate or not she is still mine." Damon said pulling away marching over to you three. You gripped Kol's jacket feeling both Elijah and Kol pause growling lowly, Elijah raised his head from your neck.

"Need something, Mr. Salvatore?" Elijah asked fixing your dress and Kol helped you stand as he and Elijah stood infront of you.

"Yeah my girlfriend back."

"Damon, I thought I made it clear that I don't want to be with you anymore." You said gripping the back of Elijah's suit jacket as Kol reached back rubbing your back.

"You can't just leave me for the enemy."

"I left you because you are a terrible boyfriend." Y/N tell Damon as Elijah growled in warning when Damon moved forward.

"So you are trying to leave me."

"She did leave you. She is ours now." Kol said now tired of Damon gently taking hold of your hand to leave. When Damon attacked Kol and Elijah lifted you up moving you out of the way as you cried out in surprise.

It was no surprise that Kol came out on top as he snapped Damon's neck and joined you and Elijah. Elena was quick to Damon's side worried about the vampire as Elijah informed Klaus that he and Kol was talking you home.

"I love you two." You rasped out voice raw from screaming both vampire's names. You layed on Elijah as Kol massaged your legs moving up to your back and kissed your shoulder making you stretch out like a cat.

"We love you too baby. Now sleep you stayed up long enough." Elijah whispered kissing your head as you three settled to sleep ready to handle whatever mess there is tomorrow.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah x reader #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson fluff #the originals imagine #the vampire diares imagine

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