#thatweirdoleigh

[leossmoonn]

just imagine being really short like 5'3 to 5'4 or smth(hello me) and matt likes to bully you about it but like he also finds it sexy bc turns out he has a huge size kink <33

turning this into a headcannon hehe

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warnings / includes - 16+, sex content, lots of cute stuff too, short!reader

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For starters, Matt loves holding you

He loves wrapping his arms from behind you while you’re doing laundry or cooking

He absolutely cannot get enough of how his hands take up all of your hips

This man loves towering over you too. Like he’s obviously average height but the fact you’re a good couple inches smaller than him really feeds his obsession with you being short

He’s always picking you up and spinning you around

And being the big spoon in bed is essential

Also he just loves holding you in general. He loves how you just mold into him. He’s so warm and a cuddly like a big teddy bear ☺️☺️

A big teddy bear with the best abs you’ve ever seen 😫😫

Sorry lmao not the point of this lol

Bro his size kink really shows when you’re in bed (shocker right?)

He loves missionary. Towering over you, feeling your body writhe under him.

It gives him such an ego boost 😝

The way he pushes your hips down forcefully when you’re being a little too bratty or needy

“Calm down,” he grunts

“But Matty,” you whine. “Need you.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need baby?” he breathes against your neck as he kisses it

“Need your big cock inside me,” you say

The size kink doesn’t just go to how much taller he is compared to you ;)

Omg okay a few more things containing smut hehe

Doggie style is another fav of his

Holding your hips with those meaty, calloused hand of his, making you fuck yourself onto him, your ass colliding with his hips and the fat rippling each time you move back and forth

He loves feeling your pussy stretch around his dick.

He’s a little above average in length, but what he may “lack” in length, he def makes up in girth 😏😏

The first gasp you make when he enters you always makes him go crazy

And when he can feel him all the way in your stomach when he presses on your belly. It just makes him feral

Anywho ☺️

I also like to think he likes to hold your hand and trace your fingers and compare hand sizes as well

And feeling his clothes on you!!! He loves the way his shirts drape over your frame. And the sleeves are usually so much bigger bc of his biceps 😭

Omg okay sorry about the bullying thing

So you’re not like THAT short you know, but you also have issues reaching the couple top shelves of your cabinets

You’re like having a dinner party and want to get out the fancy dishes so you have to call your bf over

“Stand on your tippy toes,” he says

“I might fall and break the plates. Can you please get them?” you ask

And the classic move, putting your stuff in a place where you can’t reach unless you stand on the counter or on a chair

He will purposefully put the spices you use to make food on the top shelf so you have to ask him all the time to grab them (you could use a chair but that’s so much work to carry over to the kitchen)

“Don’t you get annoyed by me always asking you to do stuff?” you ask

Matt smiles and shakes his head. “Nope. It’s cute watching you struggle.”

The audacity 🙄🙄

Also when you visit him at the office he will purposefully ask you to grab smth off the shelf and he just loves hearing you struggle

Your frustrated huffs and groans. Omg and the fact you’re jumping up and down and trying to climb on the counter 😭 it makes him giggle

Lmfao imagine foggy just walking in to you on a counter trying to find whatever Matt asked

Foggy goes to Matt like

“Dude, you’re so mean.”

Matt just shrugs. “She wanted to help.”

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[bonniebird]

This is a list of current requests I have pending: 

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requesting information here

Prompts:

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1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

 Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur​

- Notes: Smut

2. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

 Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader

- Requested by: ​@thatweirdoleigh

- Notes:

3. “What will this alliance cost me?”

 Lucien castle x witch fem reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Frenimes to lovers

4.

Full Requests:

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1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Stiles doesn’t trust Peter to protect you when you go with the other werewolves to help protect Beacon Hills

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes: 

3. your brother Lucifer teams up with Mazikeen after they find out you have fallen for Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

4. Lydia confesses her feelings to you when Magnus interrupts the wedding

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Meeting and falling in love with Freya when you visit New Orleans

Freya Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. The Mikaelsons are shocked to find out tat you, their childhood friend, are still alive

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Your brother Sweets accidentally reveals your private relationship with Cam

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

5. Your childhood best friend Derek finds out that you and Emily Prentiss are dating

Emily x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

6. Confessing to your childhood friend that you're in love with them

Tyler Lockwood x female reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

7. Hotch begins to panic when you're late for work

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: 

8. You and Bill work together to keep each other safe during the Hogwarts battle

Bill x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes:

9. Finally meeting your pen pal, Ambrose Spellman, after your house arrest is up (Part three)

Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Part One

Part Two

10. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter or Rhaenyra's closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer

11. You and Rhaenyra Targaryen spend the night together after an argument

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Oneshot format, smut

13. Aemond Targaryen finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kinglanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer, Viserys GOT

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#bonniebird #pending requests

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

No More

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Marcel Gerard x GN!Reader

Word Count: 498

Warnings: Breakups, abandonment (kinda, if you blink), a bit of angst

Author’s Note:  I originally had this idea for another character but I feel like I write too much angst for him and needed to give him a break. But as the idea developed a bit, I felt as though it fit Marcel. So here we are. I hope you guys enjoy! ♥

I do not and will not ever give permission for my fics to be copied and posted on other sites. Don’t do it. Don’t be that person that ruins it for me and everyone else.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥

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"Y/N?" Marcel called out as he walked further into his loft.

He had been filled to the brim with worry when you haven't answered his phone calls. Each call cut shorter and shorter before each one went to voicemail. You weren't taking his calls for one reason or another. 

What solidified his worry was while he had been speaking with Josh and Davina at Rousseau's. It's was more like what Josh had said that caused Marcel to jump out of his seat and go searching for you. 

Y/N's leaving today. 

I swore Y/N told you about it. 

About the plans you had to leave New Orleans. You told your friends, but somehow didn’t tell him that you had plans to leave or where you were going. Marcel knew this wasn’t like you to do something like this. 

And as he found every last square inch empty of your presence, he knew that you had actually left. His hand ran along his mouth and chin as he came to a stop in the middle of the living room area. He was taking a moment to think if he had missed anything at all. 

That was when his eyes landed on the mirror hanging across the room. There was a piece of paper taped to the glass. Walking over to it, he quickly yanked it away from the adhesive and found your writing along the page.

Telling you in person meant there was the possibility of you convincing me to stay or us trying to change things for the better. But there are only so many times we can have the same conversation before it becomes a broken record. It was never my intention to hurt you in any way by doing this. I think we both know deep down that this is for the better. 

Marcel, 

By the time you read this, I’ll be on a plane to a destination I don’t even know yet. I know this is wrong of me to do, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t sit by and play second everything to the family and to the woman you clearly love more than the human you’ve brought into your life. I tried and even thinking about it all hurts me in ways I may never be able to fully express to you or even to myself. 

The paper instantly crumpled up the moment Marcel began to close his fist. The words had felt like a sharp knife digging into his heart, even though he had been the one to hold the knife. Y/N wasn’t wrong. They would have argued about fixing things only to come back to the very same spot. Marcel knew what Y/N wanted and he knew he had no right to hold them back from it. But damn it didn’t mean that it hurt any less to let them go without trying.

I hope you can find a way to forgive me.

Y/N

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[wolfythewitch]

Are you Wolfy the Ph1lza mod?

Yea!

#thatweirdoleigh #wolfy tedtalks

[gxrlcinema]

Hello! Can I get aging for the Bucky Barnes for the soulmate au game? Like maybe she (or he) was born in the 40s but they never met?

Also

I am aggressively telling you I love you.

I aggressively love you as well. 

aging stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together.

Here was a truth you held sacred: Steven Grant Rogers was the best man you’d ever known. He was handsome, kind and honest; the kind of man you would follow into battle because if you were following him, you couldn’t be led astray. His eyes were a bright blue and his smile was earnest and you were falling in love with him before you had even given him your name. 

It was a truth universally acknowledged that people stopped aging when they turned 18. This was, as the story went, so that you and your soulmate could grow old together. Most people seemed to find their soulmates within a decade of turning 18, with some of the more sensational stories going as long as thirty years. You had turned 18 in 1960, and you still looked that way when you met Steve in 2012.

Here was a secret you held true: Steven Grant Rogers was your soulmate. You had thought it as soon as it was announced that he’d re-emerged. What other possible explanation was there for how long you’d stayed young? Who else could have been alive without meeting you as long as Steve? When SHIELD assigned you to help the Captain adjust to the 21st century, the two of you became fast friends. You shared a bond of being too old for your bodies, caught out of time. You showed him the original Star Wars trilogy and tried to explain the Cold War. He’d tell you old stories, about shoving newspapers in his shoes and getting into fights with guys twice his size. 

Your favorite stories were the ones about his best friend, Bucky. The way Steve talked about him, his dry wit and his lady-killing looks, made you feel like you were there, like you knew Bucky too. Steve always said that the two of you would’ve gotten along famously. 

You had wanted to bring it up then, during all those late night talks and stories, to spill your guts and tell him that you two were destined for each other. You’d wanted to bring it up many times over the years; when you thought he was going to die during the battle of New York, when you abandoned your work at SHIELD because Steve discovered they’d been compromised by HYDRA, or when you subsequently thought you were going to die because you came face to face with The Winter Soldier, the world’s most prolific assassin. 

(That had been one of the scariest days of your life. You were trying to get to Natasha, who’d been shot, when the soldier had grabbed you. He’d pushed you against the nearest car with a hard grip on your shoulders, grabbed your chin up so you were forced to meet his eyes. Your whole body shivered as you looked in his eyes. You were lucky that Steve quickly intervened. Your flight or fight response had frozen you in that moment, failed you when you needed it most. The Winter Soldier was still a fixture in your dreams.)

You wanted irrevocable proof that you and Steve were soulmates. He’d been through enough as it was without the guilt of your long life being piled on top. Plus, Steve was smart. He’d probably put the pieces together by now, and if he hadn’t made a move he must’ve had good reason to. You trusted him to have a good reason.

But you could only hold on for so long. Two years after the fall of SHIELD, you were scrolling through your pictures on your phone when you noticed something: you’d aged. It was a subtle difference, the change between 18 and 20 (or really, 72 and 74) but it was there: the harder line of your jaw, the slight changes in your proportions. You were older.

You had to tell Steve. You had to.

You went to his place first thing the next morning. He was still in his pajamas when he opened the door, all golden bedhead and half-shut eyes.

“You’re my soulmate,” you announced, before Steve could even get a word out.

He sighed, looking weary and guilty. It wasn't the reaction you’d hoped for. 

“Why don’t you come in. I just started making coffee.”

You followed him into his apartment, sitting on the couch as he made the both of you coffee. It was silent, tense. It had never been like this between you and Steve. He came back in the living room with two mugs, offering one to you before sitting down in a chair across the coffee table.

He looked you over, forehead crinkled in classic Captain America™ concern, eyes soft and apologetic. It made your eyes burn, his pity. You didn’t want his pity. You wanted him to love you.

“I got my first gray hair in 1945,” he said, tone even and careful, eyes not leaving you. “It was a few weeks before-” his voice stopped.

A few weeks before the Valkyrie, you filled in. A few weeks before he nosedived a plane filled with bombs out of the sky.

“When I went to basic I was 24, and I still looked scrawny and not a day over eighteen.”

You understood what he was implying.

“It was Peggy,” you said, eyes filling with tears and a rueful smile overtaking your face.

“Yeah Y/n,” he was wistful. He’d loved her so much, and it stung, all the love he had for her that you feared nobody would ever give to you. “It’s was Peggy.”

You sat for a moment, processing it all. It made sense; why Steve never made a move, the fondness in his tone when he told stories about Peggy Carter. It was possible to fall in love with someone who wasn't your soulmate but you’d ignored the signs of how deep his connection with Peggy ran because it was inconvenient. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, not bothering to keep your tears off your face. You still trusted Steve, more than anything.

He paused, clearly trying to think of how he was going to get through whatever he was about to say. Finally, he asked: “How long do you think you’ve been aging?”

It took you a little by surprise. “Two or three years, from the looks of it.”

You’d gotten a second opinion on that one, running pictures of you by JARVIS so that the technology could give you an approximate answer.

Steve nods, like this information only confirms something he already knew. He looks at you carefully again.

“So you think you met your soulmate around the time we took down SHIELD?”

There’s something leading and careful in his tone and- 

Oh.

Your eyes widen, as your head threads through a thousand little moments that never added up before. 

Steve, giving a teary laugh as he told you a story about Bucky. “You two would’ve been as thick as thieves,” he says. “You would’ve been partners in crime.”

Leaving the Captain America exhibit at the Air and Space Museum, teasing Steve about how “James Buchanan Barnes was the most attractive man you’d ever seen”. 

Standing on that bridge with the Winter Soldier in front of you, all your senses alert, heart racing as you hear Steve from behind you. “Bucky?”

“No, oh G-d, Steve, no,” you whisper, thinking of all the details that lined up too perfectly. How someone could go 54 years without aging and you’d never hear about them. How you felt on that bridge, more than the adrenaline of simply being in a life or death situation. The way the Winter Soldier haunted you at night.

You don’t hear Steve move, but you felt his big, warm hand on your shoulder and realized that he must have come to sit next to you on the couch. You finally let the tears go and allow yourself to be comforted by the man you thought you loved. Steven Grant Rogers, the man you thought was your forever.

Because here was a realization that shook you to your core: James Buchanan Barnes was your soulmate.

#soulmate alphabet ask game #ilanswers #thatweirdoleigh #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes headcanon #bucky x you

[elijahs-wife]

Mkay so this might not be a hot take exactly but

Bucky had hot gay uncle vibes in this scene

he absolutely 100% did, yes 😌

#tay answers #thatweirdoleigh #is there anything straight about this picture tbh

[zodiyack]

We don’t talk very much but I wanted today that you are awesome!

The same to you, darling! My apologies for that first part; we should chat more! Feel free to dm me anytime!

#thatweirdoleigh #asks #ask

[elementalwriter67]

Snapshots

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: This is a series of stories that are just a collection of snapshots of (Y/N) and Klaus’ love story and the struggles they’ve gone through to get to where they are now. 

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The Vampire Diaries: 

 Season Three:

Please Help Me, First Turn, How About a Dance, Second Turn and Strained Bonds, A Choice is Made, Happy Birthday, Decade Dance, A Kidnapping, A Death in the Family

Season Four:

It Should Have Been You, They Know

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[bonniebird]

This is a list of current requests I have pending: 

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requests are currently closed

Requesting information here

Prompts:

.

1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

 Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur​

- Notes: Smut

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2 . “Hey! My best friend is in Slytherin.”

Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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3 . "I think I’m starting to bring out the rebel in you."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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4. "I trust he has heard of your sizable dowry."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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5. "I won't disturb you. I just need to spy on them out of your window."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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6. "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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7. "It is only the queen's eye that matters today."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: queen alicent with a serving lady

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8. "I’ve never been an inspiration before… I don’t like this much responsibility."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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9."Lord (Character) has directed me to take her in for charity."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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10. "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?"

Daemon Targaryen  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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11.  "Would I rather be feared or loved? Umm… easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Aegon says prompt after reader asks him because she is trying to prove Aemond wrong

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12. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ @thatweirdoleigh​

- Notes:

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13. “ What will this alliance cost me?”

Lucien Castle x Witch!Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:  Frenimes to lovers

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14. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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15. “ I'm a night owl.”

Lydia Martin x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon​

- Notes:

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16. “I'm looking for a roommate.”

Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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17. “Every night. The same dream.”

Malia Tate x Male!Druid!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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18. "Can…Can I help you? Why are you staring at me?"

Emmett Cullen x Female Human!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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19.  "Fine. Make me your villian"

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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20. "I will always protect you"

Speedy x Villian!reader  

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:  Reader became a lackey for Damian Darkh.  In the middle of a big fight Reader risks the mission and thier life to save Speedy.

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x Reader

- Requested by:​

- Notes:

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Full Requests:

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1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Lucifer and Mazikeen work together to set you up with Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: 

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3. Finally meeting your penpal Ambrose after you house arrest is up (Part 3)

Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​

- Notes:

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4 . You and Bill work together to keep each other safe in the Hogwarts battle

Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Kingsley‘s niece

.

5 . Hotch begins to panic when you’re late for work

Aaron Hotchner  x Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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6 . Aemond finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kingslanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Jodie Cormer and Viserys dany's brother for the face claims

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7. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter of Rhaenyra’s closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: Jodie Comer for face claim

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8. Confessing your feelings to your childhood friend

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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9. Lydia Branwell realises she’s fallen for her betrothed’s sister.

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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10. The Mikaelsons discover your secret relationship with Freya Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson x Salvatore sister! Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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11. Being reunited with Rebekah after you were turned into a vampire and separated for a thousand years

Rebekah Mikaelson x fem!reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: (Childhood friends)

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12. Your younger brother, Lance Sweets, discovers your relationship with Cam and accidently tells everyone.

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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13. Your childhood friend, Derek, investigates you when he starts to become suspicious about your secretive behaviour after you join the BAU and start spending time with Emily Prentiss 

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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14. Confessing to your childhood best friend that you’ve fallen in love with him.

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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15.

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes: smut, fight make up sex

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16. Scott and Stiles get sick of watching Derek pine over you 

 Derek x Stilinski!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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17. When you struggle with the dark side Rey helps pull you back from it.

Rey Skywalker x GN!Sibling Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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18. Oswald becomes fascinated by your kindness

Oswald Cobblepot x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:​ Anon

- Notes:

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19. Finding out that Alex was called after you were attacked by a patient because he’s still your emergency contact.

Alex Karev x Fem! Reader

- Requested by:​

- Notes: Based on the episode where Mer gets attacked by a patient but it’s the reader instead and maybe not as severe. Maybe change it to where Alex wasn’t at work and they called him because he was her emergency contact? 

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20. Your adoptive father Falcone sends your secret lover,  Victor Zsasz, after you when you’re framed by one of his enemies 

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21. Befirending Billy Hargrove after he stands up for you

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

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23. Your sister, Kate Bishops, worries about you when you seriously injure yourself defending her during a mission

Kate x Sibling!Reader

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24. Revealing the crush you have on Victor Zsasz when Oswald doses you with truth serum

Victor Zsasz x Fem!Reader

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25. Team flash are horrified when you reveal just how involved you are with Hunter Zoloman

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. Trying to save Milton from being a ripper

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Grey Skies

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Tony Stark & Daughter!Reader

Word count: 495

Warnings: Character death, ANGST. The gif selected is deceiving. Don’t trust it. We’re going to Endgame for this one. 

Author’s note: IM NOT SORRY. Enjoy the angst in under 500 words.

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You are my sunshine

My only sunshine 

They say when a person is on the brink of death their life flashes before their eyes. Memories of the good and bad. Some filled with the core memories they held onto for years. Some of the moments that scared them the most. But all the moments that flash before their eyes was everything that led them to that exact moment. 

Y/N expected to see her life play before her eyes as her body struggled to handle the pain and shock of the stones. Instead, she watched as her dad and step mom quickly appeared in front of her the moment her body came to a stop on the ground. The look on their faces only added to the confirmation of what her body felt. It worked.

“Dad?" Her words barely above a whisper. 

“I’m right here.” Tony said as he tried to hold back the mixed emotions that were swirling within him. As he brought his hand up, the nanotech in his suit began to retreat allowing his hand to reach her cheek. "I'm not leaving you."

He tried to not focus on the way her skin had been charred. Instead, he tried to focus on the way her eyes were moving along his face. The same eyes that matched her mother's. 

It wasn't supposed to be Y/N that was on the ground struggling to stay alive. Tony had the gauntlet on his hand. He had been the one to snap his fingers. But because of the gift Y/N had inherited from her mother, she had been the one to take it. A sacrifice she was willing to pay a million times if she could. 

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

"Told you." The whispers reached his ears as she tried to take in a deep breath. "We would be okay." A small smile pulled at Tony's and Pepper's lips. Leave it to Y/N to toss in a 'I told you so'.

His mind flashed to the several moments in their life where she had told him 'I told you so' on many things. His bond between him and his daughters was something he'd never trade for anything.

"That you did." He said with a small chuckle before his eyes began to fill with tears. 

"T-tell Morgan I kept my-" Her words failed her, causing her to stop.

"We'll tell her." He and Pepper promised at the same time. Pepper's hand found Y/N's and gave a gentle squeeze. 

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

"You did good, Y/N/N." Tony's voice cracked as he said her name. "I am proud of you. All of us are. We'll be okay." 

The slightest tug formed at the corner of her lips at his words. As her eyes closed, for the first time in years she heard her mother's voice singing the very song to help calm her to sleep. 

As her last breath left her lungs, Tony Pulled her to him, allowing his emotions to be free as he held her tightly. 

Please don't take my sunshine away

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In Plain Sight -- Part 13

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word length: 2170

Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)

Request: Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )

Summary: as Klaus continues to learn about the past, Y/N listens carefully to those around her in hopes to form a plan.

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Elijah came back shortly. You wondered at his inability to leave his brother’s side even now. Was it guilt he felt? Regret?

He was quickly joined by a man you didn’t recognise. So many new faces in their lives. So much of their lives you weren’t there to see. A pang of hurt ran through you as you thought about them moving on.

But wasn’t that what you had wanted?

“I heard about Freya’s plans,” the man said. Elijah nodded. “You still trust her?”

“Our enemies are everywhere, if I start to believe they are in my own family I have already lost,” Elijah answered after a few seconds of thought.

“So given that taking out enemies is sort of Klaus’s forte, you thinking about pulling that dagger out?”

Elijah’s eyes got a faraway look in them before he looked down at his brother’s body.

“Until they are safe, I would rather not unleash that Shakespearean rage,” he admitted.

You could see in his face that he knew he’d gone too far. He knew that Klaus would do far worse to him than leave him in a coffin with a dagger of his own in his chest for the rest of time.

“And the girl?” the man asked, taking your frozen body in with intrigue. “Rebekah says she’s special,” he said with an odd emphasis on the last word, his expression mistrusting.

Elijah sighed.

“Y/N,” he began, looking from his brother’s body to yours, “is more than the twins’ mother,” he said. The man frowned at his words.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Elijah continued, “that unlike Hayley, if anything were to happen to her,” he paused, looking back at his brother. “There would be no place on earth safe, no punishment in existence worse enough to satisfy the devastating rage that would follow Niklaus’s grief.”

The man looked up sharply at Elijah. You couldn’t let yourself think about Elijah’s words. You couldn’t question or wonder at their validity.

“And you think it’s a good idea to keep her bound like that?” the man asked, an edge of fear in his voice as he looked back down at you. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he saw you as a threat. He swallowed nervously.

“I do not think there is anyone more loyal, more convinced of the good in my brother, and perhaps who sees him more clearly, than Y/N,” Elijah stated. He looked down at the ground, shame in his body language. “Not even myself.”

“Well, shit,” came the reply.

“We free her, and she will free Niklaus,” Elijah told him with certainty. His eyes met yours and you willed everything you had to send a message through your eyes as they locked.

He was right.

“And if we don’t free her?”

Elijah swallowed.

“That, my dear Marcellus, is equally troublesome,” he sighed.

Recognition sparked through your system at the name. Marcellus. You remembered Klaus talking about him when he told you stories of the time he ruled over New Orleans. He practically built the city himself. And Marcellus was like a son to him.

But you thought he had died. You recalled the grief in Klaus’s voice when he told you about Mikael’s appearance at the theatre, of his family barely getting out with their lives as Marcellus was strung up, dead and burning.

“Translation: Klaus’ll rip us apart for turning his lover into sleeping beauty,” the man, Marcellus, stated with resignation. Very much not dead. Elijah nodded, a small quirk of his lips at the phrasing. “So, we’re damned if we do and damned if we don't.”

“Precisely.”

Meanwhile

Klaus and Dahlia were instantly transported to another patch of baren woodlands. There was a hut surrounded by various deadly-looking warnings, twigs bound together, the remains of animal sacrifice pinned to trees, innards displayed across a workbench, and a herb garden growing what Klaus knew to be potent ingredients in many spells.

“Very cliché,” he noted, looking around. “Tell me did you inspire the witches of Grimm lore?” he goaded, walking closely behind her as she made her way towards the fire pit. “Enslaving a young girl in a hut on the edge of a dark forest,” he continued as she ignored his taunts, “I suppose you planned for this to be my children’s fate.”

He turned to look at her as they came to a stop, his eyes daring her to deny it. Wondering if she really needed him to tell her that he wouldn’t let it happen, that there was no memory she could show him that would convince him to hand over his children.

“I did not enslave Freya,” Dahlia sighed, not paying him any attention. “I kept her from those who abused our craft, demonized her, and most importantly, I shielded her,” she continued just as a young Freya passed between them. Her eyes followed her niece, a sadness in them that Klaus did not understand. “From herself,” she finished.

Klaus watched with interest as his sister faced the fire pit, her face awash with anger and sorrow. She threw two yarrow flowers into the pitiful flames. The anger radiated off her as she raised her hand and brought the fire to a roaring, soaring ferocity. Her face was scrunched up with all the overpowering emotions she had flowing through her body, and Klaus could tell she was lost to it.

Dahlia appeared, rushing down the path towards Freya, calling her name but receiving no answer. There was panic in her eyes at the sight of Freya’s emotion and the resulting fire, but when she looked down to see the yarrow flower, it shifted to something else.

“Where did you get the yarrow flower?” she asked, obviously knowing the answer already as Freya’s chest heaved and she didn’t look away from the fire. “You cannot go past the stream,” she reminded her, genuine concern in her voice. “It is too dangerous.”

“Then where shall I go? To the hovel? To the garden?” Freya spun, her face contorted with pain and anger that only seemed to fuel the fire as she let her words fall from her mouth. “Oh no,” she smiled, her anger bubbling into glee. “I’m not allowed to venture that far. I might encounter another person, and you would not stand for that,” she spat, eyes blazing as she stared Dahlia down.

“People are frightened,” Dahlia tried to explain, tried to calm Freya’s anger. “They are afraid of what they do not understand.”

Klaus could tell she was trying desperately to calm Freya and he had a feeling he knew why if the still blazing fire was any indication.

“They will only hate you,” Dahlia told her as she reached to place a loving hand on her cheek.

“I hate this place,” Freya swatted her away, stepping back as her sorrow and anger overflowed. Dahlia was calm in response. “I want to see more than the same trees, the same hills.” Freya looked deranged. “A face that isn’t yours,” she gasped out.

The wind picked up, swirling around Freya as she started to hyperventilate. She was lost to her emotions, overcome with them and drowning. She gasped, heaved, pulled into herself by her magic. It pained her, swallowing her whole and burning her from the inside out.

“Freya,” Dahlia warned, noting the change. “Control it.”

Klaus could see and feel the wild magic in the air. It was a force he had not ever felt, never knew such a power could exist. More than anything, he sensed the absolute lack of control Freya had over her magic as it fed on her emotions.

He watched in morbid fascination as Freya’s hands came to her head, the pain of the unleashed magic inside of her driving her slowly mad. She cried out, anger and sorrow turning to fear. She was too far gone to be reached and she cried as the power bled her.

Klaus thought of the Freya he knew as the Dahlia in the memory ordered Freya to control herself, to focus. The world around them darkened. The wind whipped painfully around them, lashing through the trees like a knife. Crows gathered, seemingly from nowhere to circle above them as omens.

This was not the Freya he knew and a part of him wondered at the severity of it if she had survived it all. He wondered if this was really a warning for his own children’s future. A bigger part of him knew he wouldn’t be able to take the risk. Beside him, he was surprised to notice that Dahlia had to look away from the pain Freya was experiencing.

Freya started to spit up blood, Dahlia’s calls to her unable to help. The crows started to fall. Soon the ground was littered with their dead bodies. Freya looked up, watching as more death rained down around her. She screamed in terror, completely unable to stop what was happening. Her fear making it worse.

Freya fell to her knees, her power consuming her. Her fingers scratched at her head, desperate to make it stop as blood continued to fall from her nose and mouth. She screamed over and over as her magic swirled chaotically around them.

Dahlia was still beside her and it made Klaus wonder at her calmness, her lack of anger, and even signs of compassion. Dahlia bent, taking Freya into her arms, who collapsed into her, clinging desperately to something solid outside the terror of her magic.

Dahlia held Freya as she cried before she gasped her face, forcing Freya to look into her eyes. There was no hate in Freya’s gaze, only fear. Overwhelming fear as she clung to Dahlia to save her.

“Sing with me,” Dahlia said, true compassion in her voice. But even then Klaus could hear the panic in her voice that she tried to hide for Freya’s sake. “Calm your heart.”

They hummed the lullaby that she and Esther had sung when the Vikings came. Freya didn’t hesitate, her eyes locked onto Dahlia and her throat working to sing along, focusing only on those two things as the world around her broke apart.

Klaus didn’t look away, couldn’t look away from the scene.

“She was completely out of control?” he asked knowing the answer already.

“Firstborn witches in this bloodline possess devastating power,” Dahlia explained.

“You’re saying this is what’s to come for my children,” Klaus stated. The meaning of the words sunk in and he found himself waking, trying to get away from the truth.

“Those twins will suffer far more than Freya,” Dahlia said, a slight edge of pity in her voice. She was looking at Klaus as if he should have guessed it already. “Their magic is tainted with your vampire blood as well as the aggressive wolf temperament,” she explained.

Klaus felt a familiar self-loathing at his existence being the cause of the twin’s future torment.

“Without the proper tutelage that only I can provide, their power will grow unchecked,” she said as if this were akin to starting the apocalypse. Klaus said nothing as she approached him. “They’ll lash out at everyone,” she explained, something that they had seen Freya just do. “Including you,” she added.

Klaus let out a breath, unable to stand the thought of losing them when he only just found them.

“They’ll devastate the city you love. And then her terror will spread far beyond,” Dahlia continued, though her mind was far away, no doubt imagining the ruin that would befall the world. Klaus hated the images she caused to come to his mind, the pain he could already imagine the twins in.

He would not let his children become monsters. He would save them.

“I, too, am a firstborn, so I was the only one to help save Freya from herself,” Dahlia explained quickly. “Just as I am the only one who can save those twins.” Her tone was incredulous as if she could not believe that he didn’t understand that there was no option here, that she was the good person in all of this.

Klaus let out a breath.

“You see, Niklaus,” Dahlia said, eyes searching his, “You need me.”

Klaus was angry and scared and upset because yes, he saw. Yes, he believed her. And yes, he needed to stop this from happening to Astrid and Ari.

“And Hope?” he asked.

“Is not the firstborn and thus is saved from this fate,” Dahlia answered. “She’ll be powerful, as our bloodline always is, and more so with your magic in her, but her power will not consume as it will for the twins.”

Memory Freya and Dahlia stood, the storm of Freya’s power calmed for now, and walked together towards the hut. Freya held Dahlia for support, their arms wrapped around each other.

“Your twins will need my guidance,” Dahlia reiterated, bending down to pick up one of the many crows Freya’s loss of control had killed, “just as Freya did.”

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When you finally see me {pt. 1}

Summary: Working as a maid at Highclere Castle has its perks. You know every corner of the house better than your own hands, most of people you meet and work with treat you like a dirty rug, and somehow you managed to befriend one of the most eligible bachelor that wanders in and out the castle — Elijah Mikaelson. During one of his stays, a good fairy (or better, his sister) is able to infiltrate you at one of the many balls Lady Pembroke hosts. However Elijah's eyes will not be the only ones on you that night... Will this be the start of a fairytale or the first notes of a tragedy?

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!reader

Other characters: Rebekah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, OCs

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, implied self-harm

Words: 2.4k

A/N: Hello! First part of this fic. Not much happens but it's needed to prepare the ground for the next parts. I truly hope you enjoy it!💗

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You had never been the centre of the attention.

Being an only child, people would expect you to be the spoiled one, always pampered and cared after, despite the small amount of money that your parents were able to afford each year with their poorly paid jobs.

Instead, you were invisible.

At least to your mother. Your father wasn't at home enough for you to tell, even before he died to the fever.

The first time you had realized that, you were just four.

It was easy to hurt yourself in a house where sharp objects appeared in every corner, like daises in a flower field. And your younger self had a great talent in doing that. With scraped knees from tree climbing —and bruises from falling—, your body was always a clear canva of your adventures.

And one day, while helping your mother in the kitchen, you accidentally added another stroke to your painting. A bold, deep and crimson stroke.

Red drops started rolling down your arm and poppies bloomed all over the kitchen table and floor, accompanied by the symphony of your terrified screams.

And as you were sitting there, crying your lungs out and pressing a dirty rug to your arm to try and stop that scarlet and painful flow, your mother kept cutting vegetable and stirring soup.

You were bleeding in front of her, your cries were shaking the entire house to its roots if not the entire village, and yet she didn't seem to bother in the slightest. She just kept cooking.

When you finally arrived to the doctor's —was it minutes, hours?, you didn't know—, the rug was completely soacked with blood, no remnants of its grey colour left for the eye to see.

"It's a deep cut.", the doctor said as he slowly stitched the open wound, "Why didn't you come earlier? She lost a lot of blood."

"I wasn't at home when it happened."

"I got here as soon as possible."

But instead of any of the many lies your mother could come up with, without the smallest ounce of regret on her face, she simply said: "I wasn't finished cooking."

It was extremely painful for you at first, being less important than a meal. Not ever being asked an opinion or advice. Not ever being noticed.

After all, what child wouldn't want to see the pride in their parents eyes? To be held close by their mother and told that they've done good? That they're loved and they'll have the life they deserve?

That they will always be enough?

All you wanted though, was for your presence to be adknowledged by more than a plate on a table.

As years went by, and after dozens of pointless attempts to gain your mother's attention, you slowly gave up. No matter what you did, no matter how shiny the pots where after you had cleaned them, no matter how deep your wounds were or how many scars painted your skin white. To her, you were nothing but invisible.

"What have I done for you to hate me like this?"

Across the table, your mother raised her eyes from her meal. Even if her look was anything but loving, you couldn't help but hold your breath as her gaze landed on you. How long had it been since her eyes had set on your figure?

"I don't hate you."

"But you don't love me either, do you?"

She didn't answer. She just stared, in silence, her look empty of any emotion, focused on something that wasn't even you. Then, after a moment that felt an eternity and a half, she went back to eating, carefully cutting a piece of boiled potato and bringing it to her mouth.

You waited, fork placed next to your plate as the meal got cold. Waited for another word, an explanation, an angry look. Anything that showed even the smallest inch of... something. Instead, when she was done, she just stood up and went to her bedroom, leaving behind an empty plate, a cold meal and an aching heart that never healed.

Not completely at least, but even that broken and poorly fixed heart became strong enough to make a paramount decision.

"I'm leaving."

Your mother didn't move her gaze from the fire. She was staring at the soup as it was slowly boiling and mumbling over the flames. The warm light caressed her face, mostly untouched by age and time, except for some thin lines around her eyes.

"I heard that they were looking for a kitchen maid at Highclere Castle so I applied for the job." Your hands strangled the coarse strap of your satchel, full of your few and most precious possessions. "I start there in two days."

"You better hurry then. The stagecoach surely won't wait for you."

As she said it, her eyes were still locked on the yellowish liquid while she stirred it, careful not to make it overflow. Pieces of unrecognisable vegetables floated for a moment in plain sight before falling back in the pits of the boiling meal.

"I shall send you part of my salary, as soon as I get some."

"Please, don't." She interrupted you, bringing to her lips the wooden spoon. "I've survived with my money all these years and I intend to keep doing so." She tasted the soup and winced at how hot it was on her tongue.

You tightened your grip on your satchel. "So this is it? Should we call this a goodbye?"

Her head slightly tilted towards you, but her gaze was still nowhere near your face. "If you don't intend to come back, we should."

You took a sharp breath in. "Good." You didn't expect anything else from her. Turning towards the door, you opened it, the hinges crying as hungry babies.

"I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you wanted me to."

You stopped under the doorframe at her words, a step away from leaving that house and the pain that drenched every brick. The need to turn around filled your every muscle, pulling you back. The need to look her in the face, to search for even the smallest hint of —if not love— regret, pain, compassion, was unbearable.

However, that was the child that was still living in you, in the deepest cracks of your heart. A hopeful part of you that you should've killed long ago.

With your chin raised, you took that step.

The morning air had never felt so fresh on your skin. And your heart had never felt so light.

"Hey, guess what?"

You sighed, scraping coal off the marble around the fireplace that never got truly cleaned. "What?"

"Lady Pembroke will host a ball next week."

"Another?" You turned to Lucy, who had opened the curtains of the library and was now dusting all the small and peculiar trinkets on the corner desk and the different shelves. "Isn't it the fourth this year already? And it's not even May!"

"Oh, come on! You should be excited!" Lucy highlighted her words moving her feather duster around as she started swaying slowly around the room. "Think of the music and all those beautiful dresses..."

"And dozens more rooms to clean and beds to make..."

She rolled her eyes and shook slightly her head as she went back to her work. "You're no fun."

"Look, I understand your excitement." She gave you a sceptical glare. "I truly do. This lifestyle is... enchanting. But after two years of grand balls and infinite opulence, I'm willing to bet you won't be as excited as you are now to see pretty hyenas swaying and hunting on the dancefloor and treating us like dirt on a dress if not worse."

"They're not all like that..."

You shrugged. "True. However will you throw yourself at wolves with open arms just because one of them spared you?"

Lucy lowered her gaze to the golden paperweight in her hand, glimmering slightly in the morning light. She moved it slowly, taking in every detail, as your words carved their way in her mind.

There was no sound in the room but still you heard something breaking. A fragment of her youth crashing into a million pieces.

You sighed, cleaning your hands in your apron. "But we can always enjoy the view, can't we?"

A small smile in her direction was enough to bring all the light back in Lucy's eyes. "Most definitely. Oh!" That exclamation was accompanied by a little jump and her hand pressing on her chest, as she was trying to keep her heart to suddenly jumping out of it. "I completely forgot! I haven't told you the best news!"

You raised your eyebrows expectantly as you stood up with your bucket in your hand. "Which is...?"

"Shouldn't you two have finished here by now?"

The creaky voice of Mrs. Thompson, the housekeeper, reached you thankfully from behind. That way you didn't even have to try and hide the annoyance from your face.

"We're almost done, Mrs. Thompson," Lucy assured her, hurrying with the last shelf she had left.

"Perhaps, if you both worked in silence instead of sharing rumors, you wouldn't need so much time to clean one single room. When I was still a young kitchen maid..."

Your ears switched completely off before she could finish. How many times had you heard her complaining about your work and comparing it to her perfect one? You had lost count in those two years you'd been working there. At this point, when her usual mumbo-jumbo started, to you it felt more like the buzzing of a bee: annoying but dangerous to chase away.

"Are you listening to me, miss Y/L/N?"

Clenching your jaw, you finally turned towards her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Thompson. I must've missed the last few sentences."

You kept your eyes locked to the ground, fully aware that meeting hers right now was a death sentence. If there was something the housekeeper liked more than a work perfectly done, it was submission to her authority.

Mrs. Thompson huffed heavily, mumbling something as she fidgeted with her keychain. You didn't hear her clearly, but surely it was something along the lines of: "Daydreaming as always" or "Lost in her fantasies once again". Her whispers followed you wherever you went since the first day you stepped through the gates of Highclere Castle.

You weren't sure if her natural aversion towards you was the only reason why, after two years of service, you were still a kitchen maid while others who had started after you were already lady's maids, but it definitely had a part in that.

"I don't like to repeat myself, miss Y/L/N." The clicking of keys echoed in the thick silence. "As I've said, miss Mikaelson should arrive in the evening and we have received a letter early this morning in which she requests you as her personal lady's maid."

With your head still bowed, you dared to let a small grin appear on your lips.

Since that first time when, due to a lack of personal, Mrs. Thompson had assigned you as miss Mikaelson's lady's maid, now everytime she was invited at Highclere Castle, she always asked for you. And her desire to have you around was definitely not related to your skills.

"If I wanted to have my hair fixed," she had told you one time, "I'd rather ask a monkey before I'd ask you." You had both laughed at that joke because it was true. With little to no training, you were pretty much useless as lady's maid.

Luckily, she enjoyed your company and wits —and gossip from the downstairs staff— more than being bothered by having to get her hairstyle done by herself.

"Of course that shouldn't and will not exempt you from your other daily tasks," Mrs. Thompson added after a pause and you noticed how her lip quirked upwards as she spoke, "It shouldn't be a problem for you, I believe."

You held your gaze in hers for just a second before bowing your head again. "Of course, Mrs. Thompson."

With a nod and one last look at Lucy, she turned around to leave the room, her straightened back laughing at you with satisfaction.

"May I ask though," you asked her when she was already halfway through the door, "if miss Mikaelson's brothers will join her this time around?"

When her eyes were again on you, two thin and deadly needles pierced you, quick as lightning. "And why would you be so eager to know, miss Y/L/N?"

"I just thought that I could prepare their bedrooms, since this was my last room for this morning. With the ball just a week away, I would never want to lose any precious time if I could help in any way."

Mrs. Thompson raised her almost non-existent eyebrows pondering her options and, after a minute or so, she clicked her tongue. "Very well then. But you will have to prepare three bedrooms on your own, miss Mikaelson's included."

"Of course, Mrs. Thompson."

"But I could help he-"

Lucy's attempt to come at your rescue was quickly ended by a glare from the housekeeper. "If you have nothing to do, we can find many other ways to fill your freetime, miss Finch."

With a swift movement, Mrs. Thompson handed you three keys. "First room on the right on the second floor is for miss Mikaelson. Second and third for her brothers. Before lunch I'll come and check your work."

You nodded, grabbing the keys but, when you noticed she wasn't letting them go, you raised your eyes. "If I find even the smallest speck of dust or if even a corner of the sheets is not tucked correctly, I'll have you clean every window and mirror of the house until they shine like diamonds," she hissed, eventually letting go of the keys. "Was I clear enough, miss Y/L/N?"

You took a deep breath, repressing the desire to scream as loudly as your lungs permitted. Instead, you nodded. "Transparent, Mrs. Thompson."

When she finally left the room, Lucy took you by the arm, gently placing her head on your shoulder and pulling you closer to her. "If you hadn't guessed yet, that was the best news."

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Two Worlds

Chapter Two

Notes: this is chapter two of two worlds, I still don’t know if I’m going to change the title or or cause I don’t exactly like it but I can’t think of something else- LMAO I DID A WORD COUJT AND ACCIDENT ENDED IT AT EXACTLY 666 WORDS DHFJD KK POSTING IT NOW THX NOT PROOF READ!!

Tw: age gap, communicating with the dead, kol being an ass, <- mature language, slight stalking, kol being a tease

You ended up not telling the Mikaelson your name. That, however, didn’t stop him from asking you a million questions, all of which you ignored.

What else were you going to do? Talk to him in a busy bus and let everyone believe you were saying the most random things to yourself? Look psychotic and allow them to tell someone only to find out you were talking to an undead creature?

Like that would go well.

At some point he asked why you weren’t talking to him, in which you simply whispered back that you didn’t want to look crazy. He laughed, asked why their opinion mattered. He was right, but looking psychotic wasn’t the right thing to do.

He kept asking one specific thing though, your name. You knew it was only a matter of time before he found out. I’m fact, school didn’t even officially start and when someone already called your name, of course on instinct, you answered.

As your friend came up to you, you could feel the eerie sense of him standing over you and whispering in your ear.

“Y/n, huh? Quite a beautiful name.”

You had to forcefully stop the shiver that ran up your spine. Yet it was likely pointless, as even undead he should still be able to hear your heartbeat. You were slightly scared of him, even though you shouldn’t be, as he was already dead. One thing you were curious about was how he died. Was he killed? Most likely. Was he betrayed or sacrificed or did he even deserve it?

Simple question after question came more and more. Running through your head like wild untamed horses.

…

Kol never left. Class after class he stayed by your side, watching as you had to cover your smile at his commentary. He truly had a lot to say in history class. Although is was hilarious, all his corrections to things that was wrong in different parts of what your teacher said. Every piece of history that was taught, he had something to correct. Now, it would’ve been fine with you but having a class that about an hour an a half long, it was torturous.

And all he did was pull a smug look at your smile that was hidden by your hand. It got to the point were you were almost crying trying not to get called out by your teacher.

Thank god you were at the back of the class.

Even during lunch you couldn’t have a break.

You had to physically banish him when you tried to go to the bathroom, although he forced you to promise to call him back, so he wouldn’t be alone again. He almost said it as a joke, but that look that flashed in his eyes was real fear. So you did.

It only took about six minutes, but when you pulled him back into your reality he was pacing worriedly.

The moment he noticed you staring at him, he threw his arms around you. Then when you tried to hug him back, all you could feel was air.

Nothing but his presence could you feel. If your eyes weren’t open, then you would’ve guessed you were imagining him. It brought upon a sad feeling throughout your gut. That you couldn’t feel his weight against you, his arms that were wrapped probably so tightly around that it would stop air from getting to your lungs.

Yet he let go, quickly walking a few steps to put a couple feet between you two.

“Well darling. You should get back to class, correct?”

He wore the same annoying smirk from before, yet before you could answer the door opened. Another girl walked in, walking straight through were Kol stood. You and the girl nodded to each other, before you walked out with the male hot of your track.

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Chapter One

Chapter three

Chapter Four

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