#Mikaelson philosophy

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Hey :) How about an idea like this: Elijah and Reader have been close friends. Almost like a couple minus the sex. Elijah opens up about his fear of being physically intimate with anyone because of his past history with women and his fear of falling in love and losing control. Reader shows him that there's nothing to be afraid of. Sweet, smutty, potentially biting ;)

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After a dinner party with the Mikaelson family, you try to get Elijah to open up his heart to you.

♡♡ Thanks for the request darling @originals23, I love soft and sweet Elijah ♡♡

5.8k words - Warnings: angst, smut, oral sex, blowjob, biting, romantic as fuck, Elijah being so self-loathing...

Your friend Elijah was the whole package. Smart, witty, handsome, well-read, well-educated, and he dressed in clothes that could pay your rent. He was always so composed and dignified. You had no trouble understanding why a woman would fall for him; he was the quintessential tall, dark, and handsome.

But there was a deep sadness to him lurking underneath, accompanied by guilt and shame. You suspected that Elijah had been through something traumatic in his past, something that he couldn't bring himself to discuss. The most you ever got from him was that he had betrayed someone he had loved.

The two of you spent a lot of time together, taking walks through the city or going to plays. You loved hearing him talk about art, literature, philosophy. His deep, soothing voice made even the dullest subject come alive. You could spend hours with him, listening to him speak.

You wanted to be more than friends and you were putting out very clear signals for a while. He certainly wasn't a stupid man, so you didn't know what was holding him back. You figured he was either not interested in sex or he was scared to take things further.

He was always the perfect gentleman, even though you were pretty sure he was attracted to you. You had caught him glancing at you a few times, particularly when you were wearing something a bit revealing, and you saw his pupils dilate when he looked at your lips. There was always a tension between the two of you, which he was always careful to maintain at a friendly level.

It was getting a bit frustrating. He clearly liked you, so why didn't he just act on it? 

Elijah couldn't stop thinking about you. He had completely fallen for you, it was a rare and overwhelming feeling for him, and he was terrified of screwing things up. He had spent most of his life avoiding emotional attachment. He had his family, but no one outside of them. Until you came along.

You had managed to penetrate the cold walls that he had built around himself, and now he was in too deep. He couldn't stand the thought of losing you, so he tried to keep things at a platonic level. He was always careful not to let his hands linger on you, or his eyes stray. But sometimes it was so difficult to keep his desire in check.

But there you were, at a quiet dinner party with his family, wearing a red silk dress that clung to every curve of your body, looking like an angel, or a seductress, depending on your perspective. The neckline was low, showing off the top of your cleavage, and the hem was short, revealing the length of your legs. And it was tied in the back by these little strings, making it tight across your breasts. He couldn't stop thinking about undoing the strings and letting your breasts fall free.

The whole night he struggled to keep his eyes from wandering to you, his imagination from running wild. He couldn't stop thinking about how the silk would feel beneath his fingertips, the way your skin would feel, warm and soft against his hands, the sounds you would make as he took you apart, bit by bit.

But he had to ignore it all, you were a beautiful butterfly, and he didn't want to pluck your wings. He was determined to remain your friend and nothing more.

"Elijah darling, will you hand me that bottle of margaux?" Rebekah asked, nodding towards the wine rack.

Her words snapped him out of his daydream, and he reached for the bottle in question. He was pouring the wine into a glass for his sister when you spoke up.

"Can I have a glass too?" You asked, smiling at him.

He had been avoiding even looking at you all night and it hurt your feelings. You dressed up just for him, hoping that he would finally take the hint and realize that you were interested in him. He was always so composed, so restrained, but you had caught him looking at you several times and his gaze had been so intense, so heated, that it left you breathless. You were determined to take any opportunity to interact with him.

"Of course." He murmured, pouring the wine into a glass and handing it to you.

His fingers brushed against yours as he handed you the glass, sending a spark through your body. Your eyes locked for a moment and the air between you was charged with tension. His lips parted slightly and his eyes darted to your mouth, a flash of heat passing over his face. You felt your pulse quicken and your breathing become shallow. It all happened so fast, but it made you hopeful that he might actually reciprocate your feelings.

"Thank you," you whispered, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a sip.

The wine was rich and sweet, and the liquid slipped down your throat easily. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste, before opening them again and meeting Elijah's gaze.

"How have you been? We haven't talked in a while." You asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I've been fine, just busy with work," he replied, his eyes drifting over to where his brother Klaus was seated next to Rebekah.

You felt a little bold from the wine and you placed your hand on his knee. "You seem a little tense. Are you sure everything is okay?"

He froze, his eyes darting down to your hand and back up to your face. You smiled reassuringly and squeezed his knee. Elijah hated when you did this, he didn't like to feel afraid, and the sensation of fear, of his body tensing up and his heart racing, it all brought back memories that he had spent years burying.

He cleared his throat, "Yes, I'm fine, I just have a lot on my mind."

You nodded, sensing his discomfort. You were used to his aloofness, but it had never bothered you before. You knew he was a reserved man and that he had a lot going on in his head. But now, with you, it felt different. Like he was pushing you away, keeping you at a distance.

You turned to talk to Freya, trying not to let your disappointment show. You knew it was ridiculous to think that he would want you like you wanted him. He was your best friend and he probably didn't even think of you like that.

You looked around the table at everyone, you were the only one there that wasn't a Mikaelson or their partner. You were always welcomed like you were a part of the family, but tonight, it felt different. Everyone else was so happy, so in love, and you were alone.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room, the lights were dim and there was a roaring fire going in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room.

You sat on the sofa, next to Klaus, who was engrossed in a conversation with his brother Kol. You took another sip of wine and glanced around the room, watching as couples cuddled and kissed, enjoying the atmosphere.

Elijah walked in with some wood to add to the fire, he took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, showing off his strong, muscular arms. You could see the outline of his biceps through his shirt and you bit your lip, trying not to imagine how they would feel wrapped around you.

He leaned down to place a log on the fire, there was something so primally attractive about watching a man build a fire, and you found yourself imagining Elijah naked, his body covered in sweat, his muscles rippling as he worked.

Your heart began to race and your breathing quickened. You shifted on the couch, pressing your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was building there.

Klaus got up and put a record on, the soft sultry tones of Nina Simone filed the room. You watched Klaus take Cami's hand and lead her to the middle of the room. He placed his hand on her hip, pulling her close to him, and they began to sway together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The other couples followed suit, and soon the room was filled with music and laughter and the soft murmur of whispered words.

Your eyes wandered to Elijah, the only other one not dancing, and he was looking back at you. The firelight reflected in his eyes, making them look like pools of molten chocolate. You stood and crossed the room, offering your hand to him.

He hesitated, glancing at his siblings, all so lost in their own lovers, then back at you. "Will you dance with me, Elijah?"

He looked nervous and uncomfortable, but he nodded and took your hand. You led him to the middle of the room and placed your hand on his shoulder, interlacing the fingers of your other hand with his.

Elijah's heart was in his throat, the feeling of your body so close to his was overwhelming, and his mind was racing, trying to figure out what he should do next. You started swaying slowly, following the rhythm of the music. He felt stiff and awkward, not sure where to put his hands.

"You can touch me 'lijah," you whispered, placing his hand on the small of your back.

Your words sent a jolt of desire through him, his skin tingling where it made contact with yours. He swallowed hard, his mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. You were looking at him with your beautiful eyes, filled with trust and affection.

The air between you was heavy with tension, and he knew if he didn't put some distance between the two of you, he would do something he would regret. But he couldn't tear himself away from you, the magnetic pull between you was too strong.

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and you leaned in closer, your lips almost touching his. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his body firm and warm beneath your touch.

"Tell me what's wrong," you asked softly, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head, his voice barely a whisper, "I can't."

"Yes, you can," you reassured him, stroking his cheek, "Just tell me, I won't judge."

He let out a long sigh and looked around at the others, each lost in their own little world. He couldn't do it, not here, not now.

Your heart broke at his unwillingness to open up to you and you could no longer stand to have him so close. You pulled away from him, and a flash of pain and confusion crossed his face.

"I need some air," you said, turning and walking out of the room.

Elijah watched you go, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He was frustrated and confused and he didn't know what to do. He knew he should follow you, talk to you, try to explain himself. But he was frozen in place, paralyzed by his own fear and indecision. In that moment he realized he had no choice, he could either wallow in his own misery and lose you or he could face his fears and hope you still wanted him.

He went outside, finding you standing under the stars, your arms wrapped around yourself, staring out into the night.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I didn't mean to upset you."

You turned to him, your eyes shining with tears, "I just want you to be honest with me, Elijah."

He stepped closer to you, reaching out and gently brushing a tear from your cheek. "I am afraid, Y/N."

"Of what?"

"I'm afraid that if we take our relationship further, I'll lose control. That I'll hurt you," he admitted.

You chuckled softly and shook your head, "You could never hurt me, Elijah."

He gave you a sad smile, his voice barely above a whisper, "I wish that were true."

You could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he was struggling to find the words. You took his hand and looked up into his dark brown eyes.

"Talk to me," you said softly.

He let out a long breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"Before I was turned, I met this woman, he name was Tatia," he began, his voice shaky, "she was my first love, and I would have made her my wife,"

"But you were turned vampire," you said softly, touching his arm.

"Yes," he sighed, his expression pained, "only a few days after I was reborn did I take her life,"

"Oh my god," you breathed, not able to imagine such a tragedy, "it wasn't your fault, Elijah, you had no control,"

"It is not so simple," he replied, looking away from you, "I..."

"It is that simple, I know your heart Elijah, and I know you would never intentionally hurt anyone you love," You interjected, placing your hand over his heart, feeling it beat steadily, and he covered your hand with his.

"I'm not a good man," he whispered, "I've done horrible things, hurt people, killed people."

You placed your other hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. You could see the pain, the shame, the guilt, the weight of his sins drowning him.

"If you weren't a good man you wouldn't feel any shame," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "You're not a monster."

"I am," he insisted, his eyes welling up with tears, "I have snuffed out precious life, I've picked the wings off every beautiful butterfly that has landed on my hand," his voice cracked, and he turned his face away, unable to look at you.

You took his chin in your hand, turning his head back to face you. You could see the anguish in his eyes, the pain that he had carried with him for so long. He let you pull him close, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"There is light in you, Elijah," you said softly, "I can see it."

He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes searching yours.

"I'm a monster," he repeated, shaking his head, "I'm not worthy of your friendship, much less your love."

"That's not your choice to make," you said firmly, "only I get to decide who's worthy of my heart," you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips, "and I choose you."

He turned his head slightly, his lips grazing yours, and your breath caught in your throat. Your heart was racing, and your body was humming with anticipation.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, and he leaned in, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel the electricity flowing between you. You melted into his touch, his kiss igniting a fire within you.

Your hands traveled up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer, and he groaned against your mouth.

"My sweet Elijah," you murmured, tangling your fingers in his hair, "I've got you."

You felt his arms wrap around you, his fingers digging into your hips, and a thrill ran through you.

Elijah couldn't believe how good it felt to hold you like this, his body pressed against yours, your scent surrounding him, your lips against his. He was lost in the sensation, the pleasure of being so close to you, the way you made him feel, he had to have all of you.

"Come," he said softly, taking your hand and guiding you inside.

You followed him, your heart racing, the heat from his hand searing your skin. You didn't know what was going to happen, but you knew it was something special.

You climbed the stairs, your breathing ragged, anticipation coursing through your veins. He led you down the hallway and into his room.

The air was thick with tension, the energy between you palpable. You could see his shoulders were tense, his muscles coiled.

You could tell he was still conflicted, the war raging inside him. You wanted him to know that he was safe with you, that you could give him the love and affection he needed.

You undid the strings on your dress, letting the silk slip from your body, pooling at your feet. All you were left in was your panties, your breasts exposed to him.

He stared at you, his gaze roaming over your body, drinking in the sight of you. You reached out a hand to him, inviting him to touch you.

He slowly crossed the room, his eyes never leaving yours. He was drawn to you like a magnet, unable to resist the pull.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. Your fingers traced his skin, reveling in the feeling of him. You tugged his shirt from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor, your fingers exploring the planes of his stomach and chest.

"You are so handsome," you murmured, looking into his eyes.

He kissed you again, his lips parting as your tongue met his, and the passion between you ignited. Your hands went to his belt buckle, and you undid his trousers, sliding them down his hips and letting them fall to the floor.

He smiled softly, his hands going to the small of your back and pulling you in closer. You moaned at the feeling of his hardness pressed against you, and you rubbed your body against his, reveling in the sensation.

Elijah broke the kiss, backing you up towards the bed. Your legs hit the mattress, and you fell onto it, your hair spilling out around you. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you saw how much he wanted you.

He hummed in approval and bent over you, his lips traveling over the column of your throat. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as he nibbled and licked his way down your chest. He paused at your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and you gasped, arching your back.

You threaded your fingers through his hair as he worshiped your body with his mouth and hands. He worked his way lower, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles across your stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, slowly peeling them down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

You spread your legs for him, your pussy on display, he kissed his way up your thigh, nibbling and licking the skin. His lips found your clit, and sucked on it gently, drawing small circles with the tip of his tongue.

Elijah had dreamed of being with you like this, of being the one to bring you pleasure. He was lost in the taste and feel of you, the tiny moans you were making spurring him on.

He eased two fingers inside of you, and you let out a gasp of pleasure. He slowly moved his fingers in and out, the pleasure building inside of you, the sensation making your toes curl.

You had assumed he would be good in bed, but this was a whole other level. He was clearly an expert with his hands and mouth, and he was intent on making you come undone.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body humming with pleasure, your heart pounding in your chest. When he let out a groan of pleasure you came apart, your pussy clenching around his fingers, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

You fell back onto the bed, panting, your body limp and boneless. Elijah sat back, watching you as you recovered from your orgasm, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

You grinned at him, "You've been holding out on me."

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint," he said with a chuckle.

He lay down on the bed next to you and you got on your knees. He was looking up at you like he'd just won the lottery. You bent over him and began to trail kisses across his chest, your tongue tracing the lines of his muscles.

You took his cock in your hand, stroking his hard length slowly, and you looked up at him. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable like this, his face relaxed, his lips parted, his eyes full of trust and affection.

You slowly slid your lips around his head and began to gently suck and lick, you saw his hips jerk, a moan escaping his lips. His fingers found their way into your hair, lightly caressing you as you took him further into your mouth.

You let your saliva gather, coating your mouth, the sweet tang of precum coating your tongue as you lapped at his slit. You slid your tongue down the underside of his shaft, your tongue fluttering against the soft, sensitive skin there.

He felt so good, the weight and warmth of him in your mouth, his hands in your hair. You could tell he was getting close, his breathing heavy, his muscles tight. You could taste the salty pre cum spilling out of him, his hips starting to rock. Always so sweet and restrained, always so careful with you.

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He let out a low groan of pleasure as he came in your mouth, his body tense as his release took him.

You gave little swallows, pulling all you could from him as he softened in your mouth. You looked up at him, your lips still toying with the head of his cock and he smiled softly, his hand coming up and wiping away a dribble of his cum.

Elijah could hardly believe you were in his bed, that he was with you like this, your mouth on his cock. You made him feel things he had never felt before, made him want to lose himself in you.

You placed a kiss on his lower abdomen and slowly moved up, straddling his hips. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue parting your lips as he explored your mouth. His hand trailed up your thigh to the curve of your ass and you pressed closer to him, your body flush against his.

Elijah was overjoyed that he was about to make love to you, his friend, the person he loved and trusted the most. You had been the only person he had ever opened up to about his past. The only one who had ever seen him so vulnerable. He never expected it would lead to this but he was glad it had.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your nose brushing his skin. His hands explored the smooth curves of your body, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your hips. You kissed along the curve of his jaw, his stubble tickling your lips.

"This feels nice, I like touching you," you murmured, smiling up at him, your heart full of affection for him.

"It do too," he replied, his eyes never leaving yours.

His hand moved down the outside of your thigh to your knee, drawing circles on the soft skin there. He moved your legs slightly, letting him take control, your heart raced with anticipation. He spread your legs a little more, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh, teasing you, leaving you wanting.

You bit your lip as you watched his hand move further up your thigh. You could feel the heat of him as his hand got closer to where you wanted him the most. He kissed you as his fingers gently grazed over your clit, and you moaned softly.

Your fingers trailed over his chest, teasing him in turn, as he continued to stroke you. The softness of his touch combined with his strength was a heady combination. 

"Elijah," you gasped, his fingers slipping into you.

He hummed in response, a deep, pleased rumble as he moved his fingers in and out of you slowly. His cock was hard, throbbing as he pleasured you. The air around you was thick with desire as the two of you gave in to your desire.

"Please," you breathed, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.

He smiled and removed his fingers from your dripping cunt, wrapping your legs around him, pulling you in closer. You took his cock in your hand and guided him into you, his length filling you slowly.

Your eyes met as he sank into you, his eyes full of adoration, the intimacy between you intense. His hands went to your hips and he slowly rocked you against him, your breasts pressing into his chest.

Soft, wet sounds filled the air as you began to move together, his hips pressing up into yours as you rolled your hips against him. You kissed his chest, licking and nibbling, making your way up to his throat, his stubble tickling your cheek as you left small love bites.

Your clit was rubbing against the base of his cock and you were starting to feel that sweet ache deep inside you as your pleasure started to build. He felt so good, his hands gripping you tightly, pulling you close as you both rocked and grinded together.

His eyes were turning black, veins snaking under his skin and his fangs descended. Your blood was pounding through your veins and you were both breathing heavy. He was trying to fight it, not wanting you to see that side of him, he wanted to be gentle with you. He'd never let his guard down with anyone.

You were fascinated by it, the way he was starting to let go. The way you were getting to see him like this, so raw and vulnerable. You felt closer to him than you'd ever felt to anyone and it filled your heart with so much joy. You brought a hand up to trace the moving veins, feeling them throb under your fingers, the way the skin tightened around his eyes.

"It's okay, you don't have to hide," you said softly, cupping his face.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing. You felt his muscles relax and you felt a thrill go through you knowing that he was letting you in. You began to bounce slightly on his lap, taking his cock deep inside you.

He groaned as you tightened around him, the heat inside you growing. He held you close, his breathing ragged, your skin hot and slick as your bodies moved together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he kissed and licked your throat.

Your head lolled back, baring your neck to him, the trust you felt for him made him feel a wave of affection for you. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin and you knew what he needed. You could feel the hunger coming from him.

You brought a hand to his head, holding him close, and you tilted your head further. You were offering yourself to him, offering to share in your most intimate moment with him, to feed him.

"It's okay baby, you can taste me," you murmured, stroking his hair.

He let out a growl as he sank his fangs into you, your sweet, coppery blood flooding his mouth. His grip on your hips tightened as he held you against him, your bodies flush against one another, as he drank.

He felt a rush go through him, your blood invigorating him like a drug, filling his body with warmth and pleasure. The sweetness of you, the softness of your skin, the scent of your arousal filling his nose was making him lose all control.

In one swift movement he flipped you over, his weight on top of you, his hips never leaving yours as he pinned you beneath him. He was taking control, taking what he wanted, the look of pure bliss on your face making him fall further.

You spread your legs wider, your hands digging into the muscles of his back, and you ground yourself against him, the new position letting you take him in deeper. You felt his tongue trace the wound in your neck, the pleasure of him drinking from you making you moan.

Elijah pulled away, looking down at you. Your skin was flushed, your hair fanning out around your head, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his long, long life. He wanted to share everything with you, the dark and light, the pleasure and the pain. You were the person he loved the most and he wanted you to feel just how much he adored you, needed you.

He kissed you with an intense passion, pouring all of his love into you. He was done holding back, done denying himself of you. He'd loved you from afar, his desire for you growing. You had shown him a new kind of affection, a different way to see the world.

He gently bit down on his lip, sharing his blood with you. You were eager as you licked it away, savoring his taste. You felt him deep in your soul, your blood singing with pleasure. The intimacy of it, of sharing something so deeply personal, had your heart full to bursting.

The room was filled with the sound of your panting and moans, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, and your hearts were beating in sync. He moved in a deep, steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze full of tenderness.

His hands traced up the sides of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before finding your wrists, he pinned them to the bed above your head, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You could feel how close he was, the muscles of his arms tight, his back tense as he tried to hold back his release.

He could feel it, the warmth deep in his core, the need to release building. He wanted you to come with him, to share in the pleasure with him. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him in closer, your hands gripping his as he pinned you to the bed.

"Let go baby," you gasped, the words falling from your lips, the heat between your legs building to a peak.

His pace quickened and you were right there with him, the pressure inside you building to a peak as you teetered on the edge, and you let out a low moan as your pleasure crested and crashed through you, the orgasm rolling over you like a wave. You were both coming together, the sensation of being inside you as you clenched and trembled around his cock pushing him over the edge.

You rode it out, clinging to one another, lost in the sensation as the wave of pleasure ebbed and flowed through your bodies, his warmth spreading deep inside you, your blood pounding in your ears.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and he bit down again, sharing in your ecstasy, the sweetness of you flowing over his tongue, the way your body felt clenching and fluttering around his cock as he emptied himself inside of you, it was bliss.

He drank slowly, your hands tangled in his hair, your body pressed close to his, the warmth of your release coating his cock. You were limp, exhausted in the most satisfying way, his cock softening inside of you, his breathing coming in shallow pants.

He pulled away and kissed the wound tenderly, sealing it up with the warmth of his tongue as he slowly lapped away the blood. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, the feel of his skin on yours so intimate and right.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice soft.

You turned his face to yours and you smiled. You leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, but you found yourself deepening the kiss. Your body responded to him immediately, desire beginning to simmer once more.

"I love you," you said softly against his lips, your eyes searching his.

You had always been afraid to tell him how you felt. You knew it might ruin what you had but you couldn't hold back. Not after this. Not after what had just happened. You knew the feeling was mutual, he loved you, he always had, and it made you so happy you could cry.

"I love you," he breathed, his eyes full of affection, and it made you melt.

"Can we stay just like this?" You asked, feeling a blush creep up your face, and he smiled and nodded.

He gathered you into his arms and laid back on the bed, pulling the comforter over you as you curled up against him, your head on his chest, his arms holding you tight. You were content to lay there, the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath your head as you lay wrapped in one another's arms.

Elijah could feel you dozing off as the night grew later. You were exhausted but content, and you wanted to stay with him, just like this, for as long as you could.

He had made many mistakes in his long life, he had hurt people, he had done terrible things. He never thought he would be able to have anything good like this in his life, he didn't feel like he deserved it. 

But as you slept peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help but think that he must be doing something right.

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About Rebekah and her desire to have a child...

There are too many things to put in this title, so let's go with a brief subtitle: Rebekah Mikaelson, her desire to have children, things about humanity vs. vampirism and my contained anger about the whole plot.

Maybe it's too long, but stick with me

vampirism vs. humanity

First, we need to remember what vampirism symbolically represents in literature (and eventually in film) over the years: by exploring the transgression between life and death, they represent the concerns of a society at a particular time, as well as the dark side of the individual. They symbolize the exploitation of others, sexuality, lack of respect for others, contagious diseases, fear of the unknown (especially foreign cultures), non-conformism and religion.

Today, vampires personify real-world problems and offer a kind of refuge. Whereas previously vampires were subversive and unwanted beings, today they are something to be envied, a goal to be achieved. Despite being ambiguous beings, they are still beautiful, romantic (Twilight and TVD) and immortal. They are beings who reflect on their impulses, who repudiate the act of feeding on human blood (Edward and Stefan) and, according to myself, with a certain morality surrounding them.

And why does this matter for my long analysis? Well, because I'm obsessed with vampire and witch stories HAUAHUA. And because I think that TVD/TO fails a lot by not wanting to reflect deeply on humanity vs. vampirism. The writers bring up the concept of vampires being able to "turn off their humanity", but they never really define what "humanity" would be and then, in the last seasons, they show that they don't know what that means.

I like this concept a lot, it's interesting to see it used in the first seasons with the younger vampires and the older ones, who have a different idea of feelings and so on. I think too much, I analyze too much and I think the writers should have done the same, HAUHAUHA. What is humanity to vampires? Is it relative? Certainly, but what would be the humanity of each vampire who has been turned off in the series? And why should humanity reflect on how vampires perceive themselves and are perceived by others in the series? Klaus said that vampires should adapt their perception of time, but what about humanity?

They're not human anymore, they're going to live/have lived things that no human could understand, what we humans and mortals consider "humanity" shouldn't be relevant to them, at least for the older vampires. I understand and find it totally plausible that these concepts are still present in Caroline, Tyler and Elena when they turn. In fact, it would be very interesting to see them shedding this human notion in order to understand that it is no longer something viable for them.

And all this to say that I understand Rebekah wanting to be human by living a thousand years and realizing that life has no meaning if it's eternal, a human philosophy, but I understand the gorgeous's thinking and, like a fan, I'll just say: Rebekah, go for it!

Rebekah, trauma and being human again

I've only watched TO up to the second season, so if I've got something wrong, sorry, but anyway… Rebekah has a terrible fear of being abandoned, falls in love easily, loves too much, was transformed without her consent and, unfortunately or fortunately, I find her decision/desire to be human very coherent with the character.

Being human again would be a way of regaining the control that was taken from her, although wanting to "build a family" would be her way of escaping from the Mikaelsons. Since you can't choose what kind of family you're going to be born into, you just have to be lucky, the family Rebekah built would be different, they would be people she had chosen, people who had shown themselves to be worthy and affectionate. It's even common for this desire to manifest itself in children from toxic homes, at least I see it that way.

I'd love to see what made Rebekah think that her salvation was to be human, even though she was one of the most powerful beings in the world and had lived for so many years. Societies could be shitty to her because she's a woman, but like? Who gives a fuck? She could have a whole city at her feet if she wanted to, she could make people doubt her existence as a vampire like Klaus did and whatever else. So, how did she get there?

And I think that has a lot to do with his inability to have biological children. And with that…

children

REBEKAH COULD HAVE BEEN A MOTHER! Regardless of whether or not she is capable of giving birth, she can be a mother. Many women can't give birth either, and then the excuse of the story is that she's a vampire? Oh, fuck off, eh? That's what adoption is for.

I don't understand TVD's obsession with biological children and "creating a family", they're vampires from thousands of years ago, who go to school, go to several colleges, found a town, open a fucking bar, buy a bunch of houses, whatever, but they can't have a child? Spare me, spare us

I hate Caroline's pregnancy plot, but they know how to work that obsession better… work it more or less. I still hate it, it's one more time that TVD overturns all its pre-established rules.

And Rebekah might have thought that adopted children didn't have the same value as biological ones, but this isn't shown at any point. And if that were the case, her relationship with Klaus and Mikael would have been very different, as would the way she sees Klaus and Marcel's father-son relationship

It would have been lovely to see Rebekah find that mother-daughter connection with a child she could actually adopt, instead of the aunt-niece relationship. Vampires are so connected to the unconventional, even today being a worshipped and envied being, that it's very frustrating to see her wanting a child so badly and NOT GOING TO ADOPT ONE!!! It would be going against the typical tradition, understanding and showing that there are other ways of being a mother.

For a teen series with so much violence, it lacked boldness

And Rebekah can be a great feminist icon with good writing, okay?! When she comes out of the coffin and we meet her in the third season, she herself says that she was criticized for wearing pants at a time when it was a scandal. She's a Viking who, if we pretend that the writers have done real research into the Norse and the Vikings, has learned to fight and has done things that, from a Eurocentric and patriarchal perspective, are not good for a woman. And it's quite likely that she did more things that went against the grain, so I don't know why we didn't get our "Interview with the Vampire" plot starring Rebekah Mikaelson.

Well, at least she got the happy ending she deserved

#tvd #to #tvu #the vampire diares #analysis #text #rebekah mikaelson #some portuguese slang doesn't shine as brightly now that it's been translated

[perzysprumia]

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜ / ..........malee to sunstra

ASK MEMES.

If there's one thing Sunstra has learned in her apparently short time as a vampire, it's that what Malee is saying is true. Even if she doesn't enjoy it most of the time. She's not innocent, obviously, but she tries her best to be a good vampire. If such a thing even exists.

"Safer doesn't always mean better, though," she says, after a few moments of silent contemplation. Arguing with Malee isn't really a good idea, but Sunstra isn't one to give up a good debate between friends. At least...she hopes Malee is her friend. "I've seen how miserable the Mikaelsons are, and they all live by that philosophy. I think I'd rather be happy, you know?"

#hersilver #[ I SCREAM BC WE CAN BE INSANE ON THE DASH WITH THESE TWO AGAIN ] #INBOX. #ANSWERED MEMES. #SUNSTRA SAETAN: ANSWERED. #SUNSTRA SAETAN: INTERACTIONS.

[devilsnare]

ミ✉️ @timerevolt : ❝ He  wanted  to  explain  philosophy  to  me ;  I  asked  him  not  to . ❞ / Bonnie or Caroline

        EW  !  Caroline  scrunched  her  nose,  a  look  of  disgust  clear  on  her  face.  College  boys  were  a  whole  new  kind  of  hit  or  miss.  ❝ I  hope  you  ran, ❞  she  looked  up  from  her  phone  at  the  blonde.  ❝ Any  boy  in  his  20s  talking  about  philosophy  has  gained  all  of  his  empathy  from  one  bad  trip. ❞

         ❝ Maybe  it's  time  we  moved  on  to  a  new  town.  I'm  growing  bored  here  anyway. ❞  The  blonde  vampire  wished  that  she  had  come  from  money,  that  way  she  could  have  a  leg  up  in  this  world.  The  Mikaelsons  and  Salvatores  came  from  money  and  built  upon  it  over  the  years.  Caroline  came  from  a  single  mom  who  died  a  few  years  back.  

#— ANSWERED : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐬 …… ᵍᵒˡᵈⁱˡᵒᶜᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠᵃⁿᵍˢ. #QUEUED #timerevolt

[fanfictionwithchatgpt]

The idea of the cast of "The Vampire Diaries" embracing the Juggalo culture is quite imaginative! Imagine the characters from the show immersing themselves in the world of Juggalos, known for their love of the music and lifestyle associated with the Insane Clown Posse. Here's a fun take on how it might go:

In an alternate universe, Mystic Falls becomes the unlikely host of a massive Juggalo festival. As the town's supernatural residents go about their usual drama, they find themselves swept up in the unexpected phenomenon that is Juggalo culture.

**Elena Gilbert**: Elena, known for her strong will and determination, fully embraces the Juggalo way of life. She rocks the face paint and gathers her friends to enjoy the music and camaraderie of the festival.

**Damon Salvatore**: Damon, ever the rebel, takes to the Juggalo lifestyle with gusto. He finds a kindred spirit in the Juggalos' sense of not fitting in and revels in the chaos and party atmosphere of the festival.

**Stefan Salvatore**: Stefan, despite his brooding nature, finds himself intrigued by the Juggalo culture. He explores the music, art, and philosophy behind it, and secretly indulges in some face paint to blend in.

**Caroline Forbes**: Caroline's bubbly personality fits right in with the lively Juggalo crowd. She embraces the colorful fashion, enjoys the music, and organizes a Juggalette meet-up during the festival.

**Bonnie Bennett**: Bonnie uses her magical abilities to enhance the festival experience for everyone. She adds mesmerizing light shows to the performances and creates intricate face paint designs for her friends.

**Matt Donovan**: Matt, the town's resident human, is initially baffled by the Juggalo culture. However, he gets swept up in the infectious energy of the festival and finds himself dancing and singing along.

**Klaus Mikaelson**: The Original Hybrid is amused by the Juggalo chaos and decides to join in on the fun. His intimidating presence contrasts with his willingness to embrace the carefree spirit of the festival.

**Rebekah Mikaelson**: Rebekah loves the fashion aspect of Juggalo culture. She adorns herself with vibrant clothes and accessories, turning heads with her unique style.

**Enzo St. John**: Enzo fully embraces the Juggalo lifestyle, enjoying the music, camaraderie, and sense of belonging that comes with it.

As the Juggalo festival takes over Mystic Falls, the characters of "The Vampire Diaries" find themselves forging new connections and friendships while immersing themselves in a world that's both unexpected and strangely fitting. The result is a mashup of supernatural drama and Juggalo chaos that provides a refreshing twist to the beloved TV show's universe.

[lazarusweptt]

「 tyler lawrence gray 〳 nonbinary 〳 he/they 〳witch ----- seer 」 well, well, well… if it isn’t HENRIK MIKAELSON, the 18 year old who’s best known around the city for DYING. keep this between us but i’ve heard that they’re aligning with THE MIKAELSONS; can you believe that? i guess it makes sense seeing as they are quite INTUITIVE & ARTLESS. let’s just hope that little alliance doesn’t go sour… 

BASICS

Name: henrik mikaelson

Nicknames they go by: n/a

Age: 18

Species: witch ( seer )

Sexuality: bisexual

Pronouns: he / they

Gender: nonbinary

Family: mikael ( father ) , esther ( mother ) , freya mikaelson ( sister ) , finn mikaelson ( brother ) , elijah mikaelson ( brother ) , kol mikaelson ( brother ) , rebekah mikaelson ( sister ) , hope mikaelson ( niece ) , nik mikaelson ( nephew ) , dahlia ( aunt )

Likes: caramel , philosophy , languages , wildflowers , opals , sharing secrets , wishing wells , bonfires , seafoam , paperbacks , sigils , dark chocolate , the smell of fresh bread , the sound of swords clashing , keepsakes , fresh bedsheets , grimoires , unspoken affection

Dislikes: chains , mirrors , nostalgia , the wars between brothers , loud places , hypocrisy , wrath , dolls , blatant dishonesty , century long grudges , the sound of gunshots , light pollution , lying by omission , pretensions , crowds , broken promises , sweltering heat

QUESTIONNAIRE

What words or phrases do they overuse?

in life , the plaintive whine of an older brother's name. in death , they were silent.

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

optimistic

Are they introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted?

introverted

What bad habits do they have?

skipping meals , overthinking , letting others make decisions for him , avoiding eye contact , using other people's things , quiet envy , losing things , forgetfulness ,

What makes them laugh out loud?

kol , klaus

How do they display affection?

quietly. tentatively. with understanding.

How do they see themselves?

a catalyst. a slaughtered lamb. a haunting. a half-forgotten melody. a prophet. a omen. a bird with a broken wing. a voyeur. a memory. a faded name in the rock. an 11th century eve. a spectator. a specter. a regret. a harbinger. a dream. a son. a brother. a bitter taste. a thing dug up ; a thing that should have stayed buried. a wound. a wishbone. a should've-know-better. a carcass. an augury. a fear. a symbol. a ruin. a plague. a famine. a war. a last meal. a parable. a funeral pyre. a rallying banner. a lie. an excuse.

Strongest character trait?

intuitive : using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

Weakest character trait?

artless : without guile or deception

How competitive are they?

less so now than ever

What is their greatest fear?

they'll only make things worse

What quality do they most value in a friend?

honesty

What are their pet peeves?

staring , being talked over , unreliability , people who mutter

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

curiosity killed the cat

Why are they aligning with whoever they're aligning with?

blood is thicker.....

What are their goals here in New Orleans?

find their family. speak with them. keep them safe.

PLAYLIST

come away to the water by maroon 5 / in the woods somewhere by hozier / dance to another tune by first aid kit / the wolves by emily jane white / my heart is like a haunted house by florence and the machine / the silicone veil by susanne sandor / meet me on the equinox by death cab for cutie / blinding by florence and the machine / special death by mirah

#heathens.task #&. what is it like to be a prophet? everyone cassandra ran she found she was already there ---- henrik

[flakypuffpastry]

Being Mikaelson 101: Family Disputes? Put them in a box.

Daddy's Girl

#hope channelling her inner klaus #Mikaelson philosophy #like father like daughter #hope being her truest mikaelson self #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #legacies #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd #to #lgc #legacies 2x15 #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #alaric saltzman #dark josie

[bakerolivias-archived]

WHY’D  THEY HAVE TO KILL OFF  GIA THOUGH

LITERALLY KLAUS’S ENTIRE PLAN WAS TO CONVINCE DAHLIA HE’D BETRAYED HIS FAM

HE COULD HAVE JUST KILLED SOME NAMELESS VAMPS SIDE CHARACTERS

NOT GIA ELIJAH’S GIRLFRIEND OR W/E

LIKE I LOVE KLAUS AND HIS MURDERY ANTI HERO ANTICS BUT AT THE COST OF THE WOC CHARACTERS? WHOSE DEATH WAS EXTREMELY UNNECESSARY? NO JUST NOOOO

#[screams] #the originals lb #like why WHY SHOW WHY #WHAT POINT DID IT HAVE #ELIJAH WILL ALWAYS FORGIVE KLAUS'S BULLSHIT AND IT'S INEVITABLE THAT HE FORGIVE HIM #BECAUSE THAT'S JUST THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE MIKAELSON RELATIONSHIP #but like klaus KNOWINGLY did this to someone he knew his brother cared about #his siblings never would have done that to any of his love interests to further their own agenda #they only attempt to hurt him directly #GOD #LIKE I HOPE IT TAKES SOME TIME FOR ELIJAH TO BE ABLE TO FORGIVE THIS #but also that makes me so sad #and of course of COURSE the interest woc character had to be the collateral damage

[wholoveseggs]

Mikaelsons & Marijuana

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

420 Followers

Hello my loves, I have reached the (very important) milestone of 420 followers! So I thought it would be a fun (& very stupid) idea to do some silly little headcanons about what kind of stoner each of the Mikaelsons would be...

♡♡ Ps. This is definitely the dumbest thing I've ever written, and I didn't tag anyone because I respect your time ~ lol ~ ♡♡

1k words - Warnings: drugs use

~☮~ Klaus ~☮~

- He smoked a lot of weed in the 18th century, mostly to just pass the time. It's not something he likes to make a habit of, because it makes him feel very human and that unsettles him.

- It somehow makes him more paranoid, but about stupid things, like, what if the reason he can't find a matching sock is because Kol is trying to make him think he's going crazy? Turn the family against him? Does Elijah really know what's in his shampoo?

- He will start a new painting every time he gets high, but never finishes it because he starts a new one when he's high again, and that one looks so much better, why would he finish this one when there's such a great one he can work on?

- He also gets really fascinated by the moon, he will just lay out on the roof or in the garden and just stare at it for hours. Wondering if he could survive the vacuum of space. Everyone ignores him when he gets like this, because they are afraid if he is even slightly encouraged, he’ll do it. Imagine him in charge of the ISS?? Terrifying.

~☮~ Rebekah ~☮~

- Her fav way to get high is through edibles. She will make a whole day out of it, baking the best treats and doing lots of self-care. It makes her very giggly and snuggly.

- She loves to take long baths when she's high, they make her feel like she's floating. She uses bath bombs, candles, rose petals, soft music, etc. Creating a relaxing environment for herself.

- She prefers to be alone, treats it a lot like meditation and will get a little annoyed if someone disturbs her.

- After all of the self-care she will put on her softest pajamas and sleep for at least a whole day.

~☮~ Kol ~☮~

- Kol is a bit of a scientist, always finding a new way to consume. He will try any form; smoking, vaping, edibles, drinks, dabs, tincture. You name it.

- He prefers to just smoke it, because it has the most powerful and immediate effect. He likes to see what it will do to his brain, or make him do. It makes him a very curious boy, he will test his own limits.

- As a witch, he will get his room all smoky and do stupid spells that will cause a light show. Sometimes the spells will even backfire on him and make him lose control of his limbs, or start levitating. It's pretty funny.

- As a vampire he gets incredibly horny and hungry, and often needs to be watched over so he won't go completely off the rails.

~☮~ Davina ~☮~

- Gets frightened and doesn't like the paranoia and lack of control. But sometimes she will try it with Kol and they will just cuddle and watch her favorite movies. He never pressures her to try it and always makes her feel safe.

~☮~ Elijah ~☮~

- Always refined, he will only smoke the best hydroponics mixed with the finest tobacco. It has to be premium and it has to be a very special occasion. He has to feel like he earned it, and that's difficult to do.

- He will spend a long time rolling it, making sure it's perfect. It's got to have just the right amount of weed, be perfectly shaped, the paper has to be perfectly smooth, the rolling motion has to be flawless and the filter just right.

- He can't stand the smell and will immediately shower afterwards, then he will get dressed up in his nicest suit, sit in his study and listen to classical music.

- If he gets really high he will want affection. He will lay with you and talk about some nonsensical philosophy, try to unpack things like the meaning of life. He will whisper poetry and kiss your cheeks. It's quite endearing, he gets all blushy and bashful.

~☮~ Marcel ~☮~

- He is always up for sharing, and always has the best bud on him. He will make it a very casual experience and offer some to the other vampire's that have been good to him. It's a time for everyone to unwind and chill for a little bit.

- He's definitely just a social smoker though, when he gets high alone he can fall into melancholy.

- He loves to get high with Rebekah, he will take her on the most elaborate and romantic dates, where they just eat an enormous amount of food... And maybe find someone to drink from together.

~☮~ Hayley ~☮~

- Has tried it a few times when hanging out with the werewolves. It makes her feel calm, and the colours around her just get brighter. She doesn't really understand it and isn't that into it, but she likes that she feels more connected to her pack.

- She likes to use CBD before she transforms into a wolf. It dulls the excruciating pain that comes from that, and she's grateful that it takes her mind off the torture for just a while.

- Jackson loves it, uses it in a spiritual way and is a very good guide for her on the matter. He makes her laugh and makes her feel safe when they are alone, sharing a joint, talking about life, and their plans for the pack.

~☮~ Freya ~☮~

- It freaks her out because it makes her feel sleepy and unfocused, which she does not enjoy at all. She finds it to be a waste of her time and feels like it could never be that enjoyable to be stoned all of the time, there are so many better ways to pass the time.

- But she will experiment with using it in her magic, and will make some potent edibles for her beloved sister. She does think it has some medicinal purposes.

- She is very fascinated by it, and will watch as the other's indulge. She will be the one to find Klaus watching the moon, it amuses her to see him so carefree.

~☮~ Esther ~☮~

- Didn't know exactly what it was one thousand years ago, but liked to add some to her tea. It would make the stress of living with Mikael much easier to deal with.

- Perhaps drank too much tea one day and had the genius idea to make her children immortal. Totally worked out well for her.

~☮~ Mikael ~☮~

- Would never, makes you weak and complacent. If you wanted to be so carefree and useless you might as well be dead.

~☮~ Finn ~☮~

- Tried it once, didn't inhale.

#elijah mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #tvdu #tvd #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #davina claire #freya mikaelson #hayley marshall #jackson kenner #marcel gerard #esther mikaelson #the mikaelsons #finn mikaelson #weed #drugs #cannabis

[sebbybooks]

Wreck My Daydream

Part Two

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

18+

Tagged🎄

@wayward-mikaelson

Cataglottism

(n.) kissing with tongue

I’m already wet and Sebastian barely even touched me.

I hardly gave myself a moment to be ashamed or even stir in the crass words I was using even if I had only thought them. Like a diary I suppose there was no need to lie to myself considering it was one hundred percent true. I, Nellie Lennox, was unabashedly met with unending desires that washed away my trepidations that led up to this moment.

In its place I felt this newfound sense of possibilities that I wasn’t actually making an ass out of myself with my sudden confession of feelings for Sebastian. In my defense I didn’t just wake up one morning after having some epiphany as to why I wanted to be with him. The thought of us together made itself at home in the back of my mind.

Almost like a what if. . .

However, I couldn’t help but be terrified of all the ways it could go wrong. What if I had made things weird between us forcing us apart? Life would be a bitter existence if Sebastian wasn’t around in some capacity. For the longest time I tried to find him in different relationships. It is a messed up philosophy, but it almost worked. Whenever things would get too serious it nearly terrified me. I was their someday and they were my maybe. I owed this last relationship that is still so freshly cut more than that.

I owed myself that.

On the unique and rare chance I somehow got lost in a very realistic maladaptive daydream, I’m pretty certain Sebastian wants this too. Just thinking about what he had told me seconds ago made my heartbeat drum to a dizzy rhythm. Imagining myself getting fucked to the beat of it was a completely different type of sensation.

Retraining my focus on the now I could see it in Sebastian’s face all the wheels going around in his head. Confusion? Uncertainty? Regret?

“You don’t get to do that.” I tell him. I felt like I was going to climb out of my own skin if he left me suspended in the silence for a second longer. Sebastian tipped his face closer to mine, our lips gingerly brushing against each other. Perhaps he was feeling ambivalent in regards of his feelings for me? After all this was sprung on him in the middle of the night.

Sebastian shook his head as if he was at war with himself. “I want to.” His voice was strained and dangerously low, like something was causing him utter misery being this close, yet not knowing exactly when to pull away.

“Then why don’t you.” I dared him.

I was growing impatient with this slow burn we had somehow started. I wanted to play with this fire. If I got burned in the end by his touch then so be it. At least I would forever be marked with a reminder of knowing that I at least went after something I wanted with no apology. I wanted to see how far he was willingly to go.

Sebastian removed his hand from the security of being wrapped around me. I feigned a disappointed sigh at the lack of contact. My entire body must have been on autopilot , because I didn’t recognize the position I was in. I practically sat in his lap with one leg wrapped around him and the other one mindlessly dangling over the bed. Of course the mind reader that Sebastian was naturally grabbed ahold of the side of my thigh and wrapped it around his back.

It wasn’t like I was naive to sex or never had my fair share of romantic conquest. Regardless of my experiences I still felt like a gigantic ball of nerves. The way he stared down at me with a heated look in his eyes as if he wanted to posses every inch of me. Hell, I felt like I could come undone from that alone.

The hand that was planted on my back slowly drifted downward trailing the curve of my backside gripping my ass through my thinly silk hunter green shorts that matched the top. Earlier I had berated myself for wearing scantly clad pajamas to bed. Now I am thanking my lucky stars I opted out of the option of wearing a red Christmas onesie that had polar bears wearing scarfs around their necks. They were ones my mother insisted the whole family wear.

If I had I probably would not have been able to feel his erection that was restrained in his sweatpants. Trying to situate myself closer I rocked into him slightly, massaging myself on him. My ears didn’t miss the subtle groan Sebastian let out from the feel of my weight pressing further into him.

His silence wasn’t lost on me and he still hadn’t answered my question so I did it again. I wanted him to say something. My nervousness abated at this point. I twined my arms around his neck, grinding myself against him again and again. All the while Sebastian watched my every movement with a hint of a star struck look in his eyes. The feeling was certainly mutual I was even shocking myself at my behavior.

“Nellie,” Sebastian finally says, voice husky. He usually only ever calls me by my nickname so I was more than sure that he was not fully himself.

“I’m a big girl Sebastian I can handle whatever you need to say.” I tell him, holding in my breath.

“Alright,” he said with uncertainty. “You and me, this, it’s not a good idea.” His tone was barely audible and even more so he sounded hurt. Everything in me froze.

“And why is that?” I asked him more confused than ever. Suddenly feeling absolutely self conscious as I over analyzed every intimate word I just shared with him. I was even more horrified by the fact that I was dry humping my best friend.

He let out a darkly laugh. “It’s pretty damn obvious Nells.” Sebastian says rather ominously.

“...It’s not actually.” For someone that wants nothing out of this, Sebastian was holding on to me like an anchor and I on the other hand just wanted to get away and sink.

Admittedly, I was losing this game of tug a war. There was only so much I was willing to endure even I had my limits. “You’re giving me whiplash Sebastian .” I tell him honestly, “ I’m not like those other girls you go for that are satisfied with you just dangling yourself in front of them like a piece of cake that I can’t have. I meant what I said when I told you I didn’t say it just to hear you say the same.” My voice could only rise so high in pitch.

I definitely didn’t want to wake up the upstairs guest that would love nothing more than to recap this conversation over breakfast. Then like an unexpected bolt of lighting startling you from a distance, Sebastian kissed me.

Sebastian

I am a selfish bastard.

My mind fell quiet when I looked at her. I wanted to swim in the serenity and peacefulness that was this smart, vibrant, sexy, and uniqueness this woman possessed. I only wondered even in the darkness could Nellie see my eyes as plainly as I can see hers. If so could she see the shame reflecting in them? I could feel the nagging weight of my conscience siting on both of my shoulders, arguing back and forth over what I should and shouldn’t do. It was kind of ironic that the devil in my ear insisted that I give in to the angel in my lap.

God knows I waited for her and that I would keep waiting if I had to in this lifetime or the next. It was always going to be Nellie for me. I wanted to tell her all of this, but the longer I held on to this slice of heaven I was given during this random hour. I also knew that this moment was fleeting. I basked in the way she looked at me, the way she held on to me like I was an object of virtue. I also got a sample of what it would be like to lose her the second she began to slip away on her own accord. So, I did what any poor fool would do in my position. I kissed her.

It wasn’t exactly suave or how I imagined it would go. My mouth sort of crushed against her unmoving lips in a rushed and unskilled manner. Frankly, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I certainly could do a hell of a lot better than this. An yet, it was still like I predicted it would be, filled with pure unadulterated pleasure. Nellie’s lips were sweet and warm, exactly how I imagined forbidden fruit to taste like.

A perfect mixture of firm and softness that drove me wild. She flattened her hands on my bare chest as if to brace herself. Nellie pushed herself away, but her face was still so close to me. She didn’t speak and neither could I. I forced myself to look up at her and hoped that she could see I would do everything in my power to earn her forgiveness. That it was a mistake I will make right somehow.

“Nell,” I let out an exasperated breath. “ I have a need for you that goes deeper than just lust and I know that it will never truly be sated. The killer thing is I’m already at risk of losing you before I even had you.”

Nellie stared hazily up at me.“You already have me.” She whispered, our lips still grazing. Those four simple words set off a firework in me. This time when I kissed her our mouths came together like we needed to feed off of each other’s oxygen in order to survive. I’d suffer if I didn’t have it.

My mouth was greedy for hers, and I could imagine she felt the same. The moment I felt her lips slightly part open to let me in, less than a second our tongues slid together in a torrid and sensually slow pace. We kissed like a couple of eager teenagers. My heart threatened to leap from my chest when the tip of Nell’s tongue moved across my bottom lip. She tastes like gingerbread , mixed with some other divine flavor that I can only assume is Nellie. She arched herself closer into my chest and I could feel the points of her hardened nipples through her top. I seized the opportunity to press her body close because I needed more.

I wanted to feel the heat of her soft skin on mine. She returned her arms back around my neck tightly holding me in place as she angled her head kissing me back with the same ferocity. Deeply, and oh so thoroughly by the way she sucked on my tongue. I had a rough grip on her ass keeping Nellie steady as she straddled me. I was so damn hard for her. If my dick could get even harder it was bound to. Nellie did that thing again where she grinds down on my erection and I cursed at myself to not combust. I grabbed ahold of her hips guiding her to move faster, harder.

I kept telling myself to savor her, fucking take my time with this moment. I couldn’t just rip those tiny little shorts off and sink myself into her over and over until we’ve both had enough. But even then I would always need more of her. I wasn't a sentimental man, with Nellie I at least wanted to try. I wanted my first night with Nell to be a little less spontaneous than this. It wasn’t like I came prepared for festivities filled with endless fucks. Plus the added fact I couldn’t let things get too carried away especially since she still didn’t know what I have done.

Yeah, I am a very selfish bastard.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted my mouth to explore every single part of Nellie. I wanted the taste of her to live on my tongue. I wanted to go as far as she and my consciousness would allow me.

“I need to touch you.” I panted, between every nip and kiss I left on the delicate area of skin under her jaw.

“You’re already touching me.” She says with a soft laugh, which was a melody to my ears. I was but at the same time I wasn’t. I needed to rid Nellie of any barrier that prevented me from branding her skin with my touch.

“This…off.” I tug gently on the bottom of her tank top before returning my hands to rest on her thighs, caressing them as I sucked on her neck for dear life. Going back and forth between grazing her neck with my teeth then licking over the area to soothe any imprint I’ve left.

Nellie crisscrossed her arms reaching for the hem of her top gracefully pulling it over her head. She purposely fell backwards onto the mattress aiming her shirt at my face. For as long as I’ve known Nell she was never one to be shy in her own skin.

“Imagine how unsexy that would have been if I hit my head on the headboard.”

“As long as you didn’t hurt yourself I would have just pretended that I didn’t see a thing.” I teased.

“Ah, to think they wonder where all of the good men have gone.” Nell scrunched up her nose pretending to be lost in critical thought.

I cock my head to the side. “Mm-hmm. Are you mocking me?”

“What if I am?”Her plump wet lips spread into a smile.

It was miracle I caught a word of what she said to me. I swallowed a groan as my eyes drift over the area of her body that was naked from the waist up. Nellie was clearly a stolen painting from the Louvre that I had no intention of returning. All I could do was stare.

With her legs still draped around me, my hands slide up the curve of her torso passing her ribs. I sensed that she was watching me, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off of her just yet. The pads of my fingers traced over to her breast and my mouth practically watered at the sight of them. She was ethereal.

“Don’t suddenly go mute on me Sebastian.” She let out a shaky breath.

I’ve heard her say my name a thousand times. Hearing her say it in this state created a feeling of warmth that filled my chest. I could only begin to imagine the different ways I wanted to hear her call out my name. My gift, my best friend, my Nellie. Those last words had a sting to them even as I thought them. Deep down I knew that was never going to be true.

I eased all the way down my tongue traveling around the dip of her navel. Creating a path up the center of her abdomen. I knew that Nell was extremely ticklish. The slightest form of contact would automatically turn her into a ninja. From the way she was pressing herself back into the mattress I knew she was trying her hardest not to flee. Of course I found it rather enticing so I made sure to spend extra time over the areas of her exposed skin I knew to be the most sensitive. Brushing the tip of my nose between her breast my mouth finally latched on to what I’ve been waiting for.

“So fucking beautiful.” I say as I graze my mouth over the stiff peak of her nipple. I was in awe over the ability that they simultaneously could feel hard yet felt extremely soft. I dragged the tip of my tongue around the bud of it in a languid movement before sucking it in deep. I loved listening to the sounds she made while I sucked and devoured as much as I could fit into my mouth. I wanted to hear a symphony of the noises that escaped from Nellie.

Going for one after the other not wanting to miss out on either. Nellie kept a limp hand pressed into my hair keeping me close as if I dared to stop.

Writhing underneath me Nellie gasped,“Touch me.”

Now she understood what I meant. My own body felt betrayed by my decision. I literally ached from pain and pleasure. Truthfully I wouldn’t opt for a better scenario than this. I would be more than gratified with giving Nellie an orgasm or two.

Still leaving featherlight kisses across her chest. With one hand I reach down and brushed along the dip of Nellie’s hip, then began to tug away at her shorts. To my surprise she was bare underneath. This was a new and uncharted territory we were crossing.

Tell me to stop, say that this is just the wrong time, tell me we would never work. Those words never escaped me, the sound of the goddamn doorbell intervened for her. My movements hesitated then shortly I picked up on inaudible chattering out in the hall. Nellie turned her head in the direction towards the door which I hoped like hell was locked. “Maybe we should go see what’s going on.” Her eyes widened.

“Or we could stay here and not shame the fact that I was two seconds away from wrapping your legs around my face while I tasted the slickness between your thighs. ” Nellie released a ragged breath and I meant every word.

To my dissatisfaction we were composed in under three minutes. I felt a strange sense of comfort and pride seeing that ever so often I’d catch Nellie looking in my direction smiling like she had some big secret she was bursting to tell. Which only made me feel like an even bigger asshole. The walk downstairs was surprisingly noisy. Someone had plugged the Christmas tree back up and there was a chilly wind breaking in as the front door came to an immediate shut.

Nellie’s parents were both moving around in a fast pace trying to find new spots to put a couple of suitcases. I had to swallow down a chuckle at the sight of their bold choice of pajamas. Nellie had already beaten me to the bottom of the staircase just as I rounded the corner of the spiral stairs.

“Cousin!” Vanessa squealed rushing over towards Nellie, who excitedly embraced her the same. They exchanged a few excitable words to each other that I tuned out. I was busy focusing on the six foot son of a bitch with a puppy dog expression on his face standing awkwardly behind them.

“Now you know Nells Bells you can’t have Christmas without good ole St. Nicholas can you?” She winked at a stone faced Nellie who just looked straight ahead at her ex boyfriend Nick. “I hope it’s okay I brought him over with me. I saw him at the airport dozed off in a chair.” Vanessa whispered as she leaned into Nell, like she just earned a gold star. Soon as Vanessa’s wild dark brown eyes caught ahold me I knew my bubble was about to pop.

“Something told me I was off the naughty list this year.” Vanessa bit at her glossed up lips and made a beeline towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She smelled like an overtly sweet perfume that tortured my sinuses. “Did you forget how to work a phone or what? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days. I miss you.” She cooed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nellie watching the two of us. This was my punishment.

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Yo, reading your various supernatural posts and I just want to say....

So quite honestly for most of the show ALL of my family (yes my family used to watch spn together lol) preferred Dean to Sam.

Despite Dean's various flaws (*cough* creepy low key misogyny especially in early seasons*cough*) for most of the show we still preferred him because we found Sam to be kind of whiny? And over dramatic? And a little selfish too.

Basically we found him kind of annoying sometimes haha. Like the kind of guy who in real life you would think is okay at first but then you would start trying to avoid him because he's a little insufferable? And not in a fun way.

(For further context my entire family is very liberal, my sibling and I both identify as LGBT, and my father is a dorky, fairly well-adjusted, and secure in his masculinity philosophy professor)

So I relate to this, though I do love Sam, because when I watched the show for the first time I very much got the vibe that like. All of the Problematic(TM) aspects of Dean's character were extremely performative. But so were a lot of the Nice aspects of Sam's character. Dean doesn't want the world to know he's a squishy-hearted marshmallow who misses his mom and likes chick flicks. Sam doesn't want the world to know he's constantly simmering with some level of barely-contained rage.

Neither of those mindsets is healthy, but only one of them makes me feel unsafe around a person, you know?

I also do this thing whenever I watch a show with a Bromantic Foil situation at the center.

Whichever character the show is trying to get you to sympathize with during the first season or so? You wanna root for the other guy.

The first guy is the writer's self-insert projection character and he will be insufferable some or all of the time. His state of mind and the threat he poses to those around him will also routinely be fucked around with for the Drama every couple of seasons. He comes off as the nicer or better person at first, but that niceness is a facade and it's hiding some Issues he hasn't dealt with because he's Repression Boy.

The second guy is the kind of guy the writer usually considers a rival or a problem, and though it shows in the writing he will be more interesting and ultimately more likeable. He's far from perfect, he may also have some hidden issues, but most of his problems are all right there out in the open. You know what you're getting into with this guy, for better or worse.

Basically, do you prefer Surface Nice Hiding Closet Full of Bodies or Surface Bad Hiding Heart of Gold?

Dawson Leery and Pacey Witter. Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Max Evans and Michael Guerin, in both iterations (though I think the reboot does a pretty good job of subverting this at times too). Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson. Sam and Dean Winchester. Dare I say it...Luke Skywalker and Han Solo (though this is explored more in the books than in the films).

#ask box #anonymous #bromantic foil #tropes #dean winchester

[xperhapsonedayx]

@leroiloup

The Mikaelson manor looked as beautiful as ever in the dewy morning. Lia had just rolled up in her Firebird and, as if on cue, her phone buzzed. Cursing to herself, she rifled through her bag until she found the little black device.

[text: Bex] Out for breakfast, I’ll be home later. [text: Bex] Just let yourself in ;) 

In spite of herself, Lia grinned. Breakfast for Bekah was definitely not fried eggs and ham. Some time ago, Lia may have objected to the idea of befriending a vampire, but the charming qualities of Rebekah had eventually worn her down. While she was momentarily impressed that Rebekah knew exactly where she was in that moment, she realized that after living for over a thousand years, life would probably become a little predictable. Besides, Lia popped by the manor almost everyday, so it could hardly be considered that surprising. The only difference this time was that she had never been there without her favourite blonde. 

And for good reason. While Lia could handle Kol, and even admired Elijah, it was Klaus who made her feel uneasy. She debated coming back later, which may have been the smarter move, but after a moment, she decided to face her fears and knocked on the door - for polite reasons only - then unlocked it with her own set of keys and waltzed inside. She hoped that at least Elijah would be around. Whenever Rebekah was busy, she often spent time with the older brother, discussing history and debating over tasteful architecture or random philosophies. 

“Darling Elijahhh,” Lia called in a somewhat convincing fake British accent. "I do hope you're willing to bore me with your thoughts on greek mythology or classical music.” 

#leroiloup

[heartfullyferal]

Is Shapes The New Chemistry?

This week in Lizzy’s philosophy section, she looks at the duality of class-kind.

We have all Almost Failed Chemistry at least once in our lives. Wesley, Lizzy (me), Beetroot. Nobody has smooth sailed through that class without the looming threat of their scholarship failing them, hanging over their heads like a dark cloud of oppression.  But is there more to this ominous responsibility than meets the eye? Over the years, many students have had to accommodate a ridiculous educational demand to further their future careers beyond their mental standpoint in senior year. By homecoming, we all have to graduate with grades to the expected standard, or else we fail. Or die. I’m not actually entirely sure. When Wesley told me he had to pass chemistry to stand a chance at football, and I looked at my missing shapes class grade, it got me thinking. If we suffer without shapes...does that mean it’s the same thing as chemistry? A fundamental understanding of the world around us and how it’s made. These two is are an the same. Shapes is be an chemistry, and a chemistry is a shapes.  It fascinated me to dwell on the matter so much that I took the time to ask a scholar at the Harvard Institute of Science, for his opinion. However, upon realising my comparison he shunned me, and send me away with a cookie. It was a nice cookie, it had white chocolate chips. Anyway, where was I? What was I talking ab- oh yeah shapes. Basically, chemistry is about shapes, just like shapes class, and we can’t survive without either. 

To conclude my musings, I find it curious that the adult population gets so hung up on shapes. I have yet to see the relevance of them.

-Elizabeth Scarlette Holmes Pierce Salvatore Mikaelson One Day Rush Maybe.

#ic #Lizzy Things #Lizzy's Philosophy Column

[nawcelest]

Legacies Class Schedule

Hope Mikaelson:

Calculus

Creative Writing

Chemistry

Psychology

American History

Demonology

Occults Philosophy

History of the Craft

Lizzie Saltzman:

Geometry

English 2

Biology

Sociology

Government

Potioncraft

Witchcraft: A guide through Traditional Magic

Josie Saltzman:

AP Algebra

Speech

Physics

AP English

Psychology

Economics

History Of Dark Arts

History of The Craft

#legacies cw #Legacies #hope mikaelson #josie saltzman #lizzie saltzman

[fanfictionwithchatgpt]

In an alternate universe, Mystic Falls becomes the unlikely host of a massive Juggalo festival. As the town's supernatural residents go about their usual drama, they find themselves swept up in the unexpected phenomenon that is Juggalo culture.

**Elena Gilbert**: Elena, known for her strong will and determination, fully embraces the Juggalo way of life. She rocks the face paint and gathers her friends to enjoy the music and camaraderie of the festival.

**Damon Salvatore**: Damon, ever the rebel, takes to the Juggalo lifestyle with gusto. He finds a kindred spirit in the Juggalos' sense of not fitting in and revels in the chaos and party atmosphere of the festival.

**Stefan Salvatore**: Stefan, despite his brooding nature, finds himself intrigued by the Juggalo culture. He explores the music, art, and philosophy behind it, and secretly indulges in some face paint to blend in.

**Caroline Forbes**: Caroline's bubbly personality fits right in with the lively Juggalo crowd. She embraces the colorful fashion, enjoys the music, and organizes a Juggalette meet-up during the festival.

**Bonnie Bennett**: Bonnie uses her magical abilities to enhance the festival experience for everyone. She adds mesmerizing light shows to the performances and creates intricate face paint designs for her friends.

**Matt Donovan**: Matt, the town's resident human, is initially baffled by the Juggalo culture. However, he gets swept up in the infectious energy of the festival and finds himself dancing and singing along.

**Klaus Mikaelson**: The Original Hybrid is amused by the Juggalo chaos and decides to join in on the fun. His intimidating presence contrasts with his willingness to embrace the carefree spirit of the festival.

**Rebekah Mikaelson**: Rebekah loves the fashion aspect of Juggalo culture. She adorns herself with vibrant clothes and accessories, turning heads with her unique style.

**Enzo St. John**: Enzo fully embraces the Juggalo lifestyle, enjoying the music, camaraderie, and sense of belonging that comes with it.

As the Juggalo festival takes over Mystic Falls, the characters of "The Vampire Diaries" find themselves forging new connections and friendships while immersing themselves in a world that's both unexpected and strangely fitting. The result is a mashup of supernatural drama and Juggalo chaos that provides a refreshing twist to the beloved TV show's universe.