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🐈‍⬛ my feed is messy! every single one-shot, headcanon, or blurb, i have/will posted/post is in my masterlist

💋 most gifs i use for my fics are made by myself (no need for credit but i’d just like to state it)

🕸️ please do not request when my requests are closed!

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i think elena gilbert would be a vegan

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i am so afraid of moving out and living alone. i am 24 years old and will be turning 25 at the end of the year. i have been depressed since primary school and even though i have a few friends, i am not socially active. if i move out i will truly be alone. no one to come home to. no one to talk to. and that terrifies me

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୨ৎ dead poets society

… coming soon

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Im not requesting anything btw, just wondering if you still write for eminem:)

hii! yes but atm not really since i have a huge writer’s block. i believe have like two more almost completed short stories in my drafts somewhere but i’m not sure if i’ll post them any time soon bc i lowkey hate them lol <3

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elijah is the type of husband to be obsessed with you. especially when you go to gatherings and wear the most stunning dresses, heels, etc. he’s glued to you’ like he will not let go. you will be talking to someone and his hand is on your waist, or he traces circles on your shoulder. or stroking your arm and inhaling your scent (like that oscar isaacs video)!!! when people ask him to get together sometime he just says ‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you’…. or my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thigh as you take a drag of your cigarette, letting him take a puff as he stares at you!! a man of class and submission

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which one? 💋

elijah husband fluff

enzo husband fluff

Voting ended onApr 25, 2025

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just a reminder that elijah mikaelson would have a neck kink. his favourite position is from behind at the bathroom counter, holding your neck as he breathes down your neck!🎀

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Long time no see sweetie! It's great to see you again doing things you love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

stop you’re the sweetest!!! <33 ilysm!!! rough couple of months but its getting better

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Shower with Me? | Elijah Mikaelson

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summary: you come back from your trip and have elijah wrapped around your finger

pairing: elijah mikaelson x fem! reader

words: 700

a/n: i love elijah

It was late in the afternoon when the grand doors swung open as you stepped inside, dropping your bags onto the floor with a soft thud, letting them know you were home.

“I’m back!” Your voice light and sweet as you made your way towards the living room, heels clicking against the floor. “Traffic was bad, remind me to use my vampire speed instead of a car.”

Inside the living room the usual scene awaited you; Kol was lounging on the sofa, flipping a coin between his fingers with an air of boredom. Klaus stood by the window, focused on his canvas, adding strokes of colours to his work. And Elijah sat in his favourite chair, ever so composed as he scanned the newspaper, a glass of amber bourbon in his hand.

Kol barely looked up but his voice coated with amusement as soon as he opened his mouth. “Back so soon? I was hoping for a few more days of peace. New York City that boring?”

“Depends on how you define boring, Kol. I was a blast, the city on the other hand couldn’t handle me—Maybe I should go to LA?” You trailed on. “Why? Miss me that much?”

Klaus smirked but didn’t stray from his canvas. “Depends. Did you bring us souvenirs, love?”

You placed your hand over your mouth, pretending to be shocked. “Oh, no I forgot the ‘World’s Best Sibling’ mugs.”

Kol snorted, tossing the coin into the air. “Might as well has brought back a halo for Elijah while you're at it.”

You turned towards Elijah, who had yet to acknowledge the playful banter, his eyes still scanning the newspaper. You walked around his chair, placing a soft kiss on his neck. "You’re awfully quiet."

Elijah flipped a page, unbothered. "I was merely enjoying the silence before you lot turned this house into a marketplace."

You grinned, leaning down to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “So broody.” You removed your arms from his frame and straightened your back, dramatically stretching your arms before turning towards the grand staircase. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, turning around to lock eyes with Elijah as a smile formed on your face. “Come and join me?”

Silence.

Elijah lowered the newspaper from his gaze, head slightly tilted as his eyes sent an undeniable thrill down your spine. But it wasn’t just Elijah who stopped. Klaus had stopped mid stroke, and Kol caught his coin. Both brothers were staring at Elijah with barely restrained amusement.

Elijah exhaled, setting the newspaper aside with measured grace. Then, with complete sincerity, he spoke: "Darling, you know I keep a dagger hidden in this house." He paused, his voice smooth but firm. "If I ever say no to that question, I want you to dagger me."

You beamed.

Kol let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well, that’s one way to prove devotion.”

Klaus smirked, continuing his painting. “Careful, brother. Keep this up, and we might start thinking you’ve gone soft.”

Elijah didn’t spare them a glance. He had already risen from his chair, his full attention on you as your hand reached for his as he followed your lead. You turned, heading toward the stairs with a satisfied sway in your step, knowing full well Elijah was right behind you.

Kol leaned back, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Think they’ll actually shower?”

Klaus huffed a laugh. “Not a chance.”

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Monsters | Elijah Mikaelson

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summary: you had been raised to hunt vampires. kill them before they killed you. yet the truth was not true. your parents came from a long lineage of vampire hunters and when they found out you had not only sided with them but protected them, they knew they had to save their little girl—even if it meant torturing her

pairing: elijah mikaelson x fem! reader

words: 900

a/n: for the sake of the fic reader’s name is salem. tw torture and not entirely proofread

Your head was pounding. You could feel everything pulsing as you slowly regained your consciousness. Your lids felt heavy, your neck hurt from your head resting on your chest. You opened your eyes to see where you were but you could only make faint lines of your surroundings. Everything was blurry, everything was dark. With half open eyes you scanned your surroundings but there was only stone. A cellar made out of dark stone, shackles fused to the walls.

My cellar? You thought as you slowly moved your head, two dark figures standing in front of you.

“Who are you?”

“Sweetheart…”

You knew that voice. The voice that taught you. The voice that read you bedtime stories. The voice that told you that you were born to be one thing and one thing only.

“Mom?” Your voice, dry and hoarse, barely managing to speak as your body was still not in its usual state.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” Your mother knelt before you, brushing back your sweat-drenched hair like she was still a little girl waking up from a bad dream; but the warmth was gone.

“What? What are you– Why can’t I move?” You tried standing up but you were chained to the chair.

“We are going to fix you.”

Dad?

“I’m sorry sweetheart but we had no other choice,” your father came forward, the ceiling light barely illuminating his face. “We had to drug you to get you here.”

“Drug me? What is this—?” You pulled against the chains, “What the fuck is going on?”

“You were raised to be strong!” His voice was deep and loud, echoing between the walls. “To protect our family’s legacy. And then you go and side with them. With our enemies!”

“No.” You breathed. “You raised me to be a killer.”

The slap came fast and sharp. Your head snapped to the side, your cheek burned as a tear fell down your face.

“You are sick, Salem.” Your mother sighed. Her face showed that she cared but her soul felt different.

Your father crouched before you, gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. His face, his eyes, everything about him was stone-cold. “They got inside your head.” His tone almost mocking. “Those vampires…those monsters you call friends.”

“They are.”

Crack

“Ahh!” You cried out as his belt hit your skin. Your fingernails were digging into your skin as you clenched your teeth. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!”

“Do you know why we named you ‘Salem?’” Your mother’s hand cupped your face as you tried to escape her touch. “You were named after the witch trials. The greatest supernatural genocide in history. Your name carries the very thing you were meant to do. Why are you trying to fight us, sweetheart? You were born for this. We have trained you since you were born. How could you possibly be so naive to believe that they care about you?”

“I was brainwashed by you and your stupid legacy. I opened my eyes and saw the truth. You are the monsters. Not them.”

Another lash on your back. Your body convulsed against the chains, the pain searing through your veins. You cried out hoping that someone could hear your screams but it was useless. Your family had built this cellar with just that in mind; for no one to hear, so that no one can be saved.

“You can lash me all you want but it won’t change the fact that whilst they were protecting me with their lives, you are the ones causing me harm. You are the monsters; and no matter how often you look in the mirror, you will always be tainted by all the evil you have done.”

“STOP!” Lash. “FUCKING!” Lash. “SIDING!” Lash. “WITH THEM!!”

You screamed at the agonising pain that had burned into your skin. Red, bloody, raw. Like fire had ignited. Even criminals weren’t treated like this by officers and they were your parents…

To save your body from further harm, you saw blackness pool around your sight as you slowly fell unconscious, your head feeling heavy as your vision faded into complete darkness

You didn’t know how long you had been drifting in and out of consciousness, the room always dark and damp, no sense of time.

But then you heard it. The sound of footsteps coming closer as two loud thuds erupted. Bodies hitting the floor. Someone was here.

“Where is she?”

Your heart clenched. Elijah.

And then suddenly you felt the warmth of his hands on your face, his voice gentler than before. “Salem, can you hear me?” He softly hit her cheeks. “Hey. Salem.”

You forced your eyes open. His face was blurry but his cologne sent a wave of safety through your body. “You found me…”

“Always.”

Elijah ripped the chains from your skin, immediately collapsing against him, your body trembling. You buried your head in his chest, his arms engulfing you carefully, the wounds on your back still fresh. “Here,” Elijah bit his wrists and placed it to your lips. As you drank his blood you could feel the wound closing, the pain subsiding within a matter of seconds.

“Come on, I'm taking you home,” Elijah murmured into your hair. “You’re safe now.”

As you turned around you saw your parents slumped against the walls. Elijah stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “Do you want me to kill them?”

You stared at them as a single tear slipped down your cheek. And then with a voice utterly empty, “They’re already dead to me.” You walked past them, not an ounce of empathy left for them, and left them to save themselves.

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gallavich as girl!dads headcanon

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making her lunchboxes for kindergarten/school. mickey disliked it at first and thought it was a waste of time but over time he started to pride himself on the food he makes and even decorates it

their daughter running into their arms after kindergarten (bawling)

when she’s sassy she calls them by their names: “mickey […]”, “excuse me?”, “you heard me”

he was gagged!!

ian teaching her how to swim in the pool

mickey telling her bedtime stories about him in prison and she is invested (he leaves out too gore-y stuff)

putting her drawings on the fridge even if they don’t know wtf she drew

mickey listens to a lot of eminem so by the time she’s 5/6 she starts rapping along with him (he gets emotional listening to mockingbird and needs looks at her face once the song ends)

both of them learn how to style her hair. ian’s go to are braids whilst mickey loves simple pigtails

“some kid at school told me i was weird for having two dads”

“who?”

“someone in my class”

“what did you do?”

“i punched them”

“thats my girl” *high fives her*

their daughter asking for the meaning of their tattoos which lead to some pretty awkward conversations

“why do you have boobs on your back?”

ian’s voice shaking: “because i- i…love women”

“but you’re married to daddy”

he was silenced.

mickey also swears that you can tell she’s being raised by gay dads; his proof is that she says “come on girls” when talking to them. mickey absolutely hates it and tries to stop her from saying it

i just know lip teases the shit out of them for it!! he is amused as hell

ian and mickey were honestly not ready to have such a diva in their house. they love it but at the same time it tests them on so many levels

they 100% get tattoos dedicated to her!!

dance parties!! i just know ian and mickey blast lady gaga, katy perry, eminem etc. and dance whilst cleaning or cooking, hyping up their little girl

their daughter crawling into their bed at night/in the morning and they wrap their arms around her, cuddling themselves back to sleep

when she starts asking about boobs, female body etc. they get overwhelmed and call debbie or sandy to deal with it

she thinks the world of her fathers and loves them so much

mickey felt disconnected from her for the first few months of her life as he was unsure how to love and take care of a baby but now he would die for her. he would kill for her. he would to anything to make sure she is happy and safe (he made a promise to himself to never be like terry)

no one knows how she did it but somehow she convinced ian and mickey to let her paint their nails

i have a nagging feeling that someone in the family (gallagher) calls her miss gallavich if she doesn’t answer to her name the first few times

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i truly believe that after the lease ends, ian and mickey move back to the south side and invest in a house

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unpopular opinion but jimmy-steve was fiona’s best boyfriend. he fit into the gallagher household so well, genuinely cared for fiona and her family. he matched their energy and vibes

“but he lied bla bla”

fiona wasn’t perfect either. they both had their flaws but that’s what made them such a good team. he was the only boyfriend to truly give a fuck about her and her family. within a week he was making breakfast, moving passed out frank aside….like that’s fiona’s soulmate right there

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for headcanon purposes let’s imagine ian had a twin sister. they’ve been super close all their lives and tell each other pretty much everything. when ian started seeing mickey, she was super happy for them and they started hanging out in a nonchalant way. her and mickey got really close (much surprise to everyone else)

flashforward

season 11 she gives birth to a girl. ian and mickey visit her in hospital. “what’s her name?” ian asks.

“[…]”

“that’s beautiful.”

“her second name is michaela,” she smiles at mickey. “named after one of the best people i know.”

ian looks at mickey whose eyes start tearing up.

“fuck gallagher.” mickey rubs his eyes.

mickey has never felt such plain love and appreciation, thinking he was destined for a loveless life but instead was meant to find the gallagher family

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songs i think gallavich would sing and dance to

like rain on me!!

half of these songs they would never admit to liking tho

the one that got away - katy perry

shake it off - taylor swift

without me - eminem

lose yourself - eminem

the way i are - timbaland

it’s gonna be me - *nsync

telephone - lady gaga ft. beyoncé

break free - ariana grande

pink pony club - chappell roan

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

r u mine? - arctic monkeys

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

superman - eminem

bad romance - lady gaga

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idk why but i always imagine pre season one ian to have a lesbian best friend and one day they kinda ask themselves if they are really gay. so she goes down on him but he doesn’t get hard so she puts on his perfume and tells him to imagine her as a man with long hair. ian gets hard and after he comes she simply goes “yep you are gay” then roles reverse and ian starts eating her out. she says “it feels good but i don’t know if i’ll have an orgasm” so he tells her to imagine he was a girl. she comes, her hand buried in his hair. ian collapses next to her breathing heavily “looks like you’re also gay”. “for a gay guy you sure can eat out a girl”, “you know how to suck a dick”. they just look at each other and laugh