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IMAGINES marvel | vampire diaries | originals | 9-1-1 | peaky blinders | vikings | red dead redemption...

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MASTERLIST

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES / THE ORIGINALS

- Klaus Mikaelson

Hello, Love.

Big bad wolf

Big bad wolf II

Blood cure

- Stefan Salvatore

Feisty

- Elijah Mikaelson

Calm after the storm

- Damon Salvatore

Guilt

Don't leave

- Enzo St. John

Senseless

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Marvel

- Steve Rogers

Disloyalty and betrayal [THEY/THEM]

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Vikings

- Ubbe Ragnarsson

Marriage I

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Peaky Blinders

- Tommy Shelby

For your conscience

For your conscience II

- Arthur Shelby

A sister's forgiveness

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IMAGINE - UBBE RAGNARSSON

Marriage [PART I]

[GIF © to the rightful owner]

It wasn't a rare event when a Jarl came to visit Kattegat and introduce himself to the famous Ragnar Lothbrok who also happened to be king. It was no different when a fleet of ten boats entered Kattegat's haven in the late evening shortly after the ice had broken. The spring had taken over, yet the sky was still tearing with the small white flakes that had become so familiar in the last months.

There were a few bystanders when the crew left their ship and made their way to the center of the city. They were accompanied by a group of Kattegat's guards with their significant blue shields. When they entered the longhouse, a beautiful woman sat at the fire.

The Jarl stepped forward, kneeling in front of the queen.

"Hello, Queen Aslaug. My name is Eidr. I am Jarl of Fharun and came to meet the king." The leader's words were spoken nervously. A young woman stood to his left and bit her tongue at her father's narrow embarrassment. He was a great warrior and respected among his people for his intellectual strategies, yet she had noticed him struggling with social conversations a lot in the past. The queen had meanwhile risen from her seat and politely greeted the men with a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Kattegat, Jarl Eidr. I am afraid that my husband has traveled to Hedeby. But I am certain that he will return soon. Meanwhile, my servants will make sure you're well taken care of." The Jarl nodded, before turning to his daughter and a young man on his right.

"These are my children. My son Gustav and my daughter (Y/N)." He introduced them with a proud face while he shoved them forward a bit. Each of them bowed before the queen, who welcomed them as well.

"My sons have gone hunting. Therefore I will introduce you to them at the feast tonight." With that, she raised a finger to call her servants and ordered them to lead the visitors to their huts. "What a huge longhouse they live in." Their father pronounced once they arrived at their hut. "Yes and their fleet is impressive too," Eivor answered with his typical warrior's fire in his eyes and excitement in his chest. It was usual that her brother and father would lose their tongues in their astonishment at other settlements. They both shared a trait of good observation, analyzing everything like her. Still, it was contrary, that her father wasn't as good with words. Normally her mother would take care of that part. However, she stayed in Fharun to look after her younger brothers and sisters. On normal terms (Y/N) also wouldn't have come with her father. However, because she was raised a shield-maiden, she was granted the journey. Daughters of other Jarls accompanied their fathers only to find another Jarl's son they could be married to. Fortunately, her father didn't hold much of such coalitions. At home he had alliances, but these were made with intelligent schemes, helping out or just being generous, rather than an arranged marriage.

In the evening, they had found their way back to the longhouse where they feasted with the king and his family. Ragnar was quite the character, she thought. Strong and determined, how you would imagine him from the stories. He knew his way with words and seemed pretty self-assured. He truly impressed the Jarl's daughter and certainly, he was impressed when conveying with her too.

"You are incredibly witty and smart, (Y/N)." Ragnar's eldest son Bjorn claimed with a smile after Ragnar and she had ended a neat battle of words. The king threw her a defeated but confident look. Her father was as proud as a father could be. It might have not been in his nature but as he looked at the five sons of Ragnar, he couldn't help but think that it would be more than beneficial if his precious daughter was married to one.

When the crew and Kattegat's people joined the feast shortly after, (Y/N) was standing at her father's side, watching her brother's flirtatious eyes on one of the women. She had caught herself peeking at Ragnar's sons from time to time. One had her the most curious. He was standing with his parents, carefully observing the feast just like her, with a cup of ale in his hand. Ragnar had introduced him as his second-oldest son Ubbe. He was a spitting image of his father. Yet, contrary to Ragnar's, his eyes didn't beam with the same wildness. When she examined him he appeared a lot calmer and thoughtful.

"You should introduce yourself to the people, dear." Her father suggested without him noticing her stare at Ubbe. (Y/N) only nodded, when her father made his way to Ragnar. Her view shifted through the room looking for the other brothers. Bjorn was sitting with Hvitserk near the entrance, both drinking heavily and chatting loudly. Sigurd was flirting with a woman, just like her own brother, who seemed to have found one that fell for his compliments. Ivar had left the feast already. He had this wild look like his father and (Y/N) had seen his mother pamper him a lot more than the others. It probably was because of his legs. Because Ivar wasn't able to walk he had no other option than to crawl. He did so very fast and consequently it was unmistakable to her that he was just as ambitious as his father since he must be training a lot. "Who are you looking for?" A deep and raspy voice woke her from her thoughts and made her eyes shift to her right, where they met those of Ubbe. "No one." She smiled politely and turned to face him. He examined her features for a moment, a small smile appearing on his lips as well. His smile grew when he shifted on his feet, folding his hands in front of his waist. His head pointed more to the ground, while he looked at her from beneath his eyebrows. "What do you think of Kattegat?" He asked. "Well, I can't judge a whole city when I've just seen its haven and longhouse." Her answer induced Ubbe to smirk. He was intrigued by her intelligence since the feast earlier, only waiting for her father to leave her side for him to be able to speak to her in private. "Do you want me to show you around?" He questioned with a playful tone and just then she saw this glow in his eyes that she thought didn't suit his calmer appearance when he narrowly nodded at her to answer.

"Sure." She grinned and lead towards the entrance when Ubbe directed her to go.

The air was raw and she could catch Ubbe glancing at her limbs to see if she was freezing. He pointed around explaining everything to her while she listened. The sky was covered with a delicate layer of clouds and a blanket of fog laid itself across the land outside of Kattegat.

They had reached the barriers to the inland and stopped to take in the view from the small hill.

Ubbe turned to look at her and studied her profile until his view landed on a scar at her ear. It reached from the point where her ear and cheek met and went over the top of her ear, where the upper rounding was cut out. It continued behind her ear down to her neck and disappeared below the pelt she was wearing over her Viking clothes. She had decided to not wear a dress tonight, that's not how she dressed normally so why change it just for a king?

"Where did you get that scar?" Ubbe inquired and caused her to meet his gaze. "In battle."

The frown on his face vanished the more he thought about it. At first, he saw her as the elegant, beautiful, and intelligent daughter of a Jarl but now her confidence and courage made a lot more sense. Never would he have thought of her as a warrior.

"So you can fight?" He questioned to assure himself.

"Is that a challenge?" Her eyebrows raised, causing her forehead to wrinkle. Ubbe was shortly caught off guard by the glimpse of joy and enthusiasm in her eyes. It wasn't that she took his question as an insult but she sure took advantage of it for her amusement.

Clearly, Ubbe understood and snickered at her before he indicated her to follow him. They went to a nearby weapon rack where Ubbe took each an axe and a shield. (Y/N) took her coat off, placing it on the rack. Next, they positioned themselves.

For a moment they only stared at each other each of them ready to charge.

(Y/N) attacked first. She ran towards him but Ubbe skillfully dodged her strike. Again they faced each other. And again it was (Y/N) who attempted a hit. This time, however, she spun with Ubbe as he dodged again.

She managed to shove him forward with her shield. Ubbe stumbled a few steps but quickly caught himself and gawked at her with wild eyes. Before she could launch another attack, Ubbe was already charging at her. She rolled to the right and was now standing behind him, but he had learned and took a step to his left before (Y/N) could reach him with her shield again. With a minor movement, he tossed his shield aside and strode slowly towards her. A smile grew on her lips as she saw another opportunity to poke fun at him.

"Can't you hit a woman?" She teased and swung her axe over her head at him. He caught her shot with his own. Both released their sharp weapons and (Y/N) took the moment to smash Ubbe with her shield in his chest. The impact resulted in him losing his balance and falling to the ground. She stood over him, grinning widely. "Only those I like." He mumbled, tugging at her ankle. Just as he did before, she fell backward into the sand. A chuckle fled her lips when Ubbe jumped back up to his feet. Now it was him who hovered over her.

He scanned the area for any unwanted eyes before extending his hand to her. With ease, he pulled her up to her feet.

They stood close in front of each other, their breaths still heavy from their current combat. She could see his chest rising visibly in the corner of her eye. His ice-blue eyes stared at her, his gaze was captivating. He slowly grabbed her upper arms before he reached forward to softly kiss her cheek. His eyes traveled all over her when he backed away and he had to smirk at the slight pink that occurred on her cheeks.

If she didn't know better she would've guessed that her heart was jumping out of her chest. Her hands became sweaty and the warmth on her cheeks wasn't helping it. Finally, his gaze fell onto her lips and he closed the gap between them. It was a somewhat soft kiss. Passive but sensual. Likewise, he began pressing his body against her's as her hands went to his shoulders and neck. Their intimate moment was interrupted by a hesitant and insecure voice.

A servant had made her way through the windy night air. She apologized promptly, her view directed to the ground. The miserable girl was visibly embarrassed to disturb their moment.

"Your father is asking for you." She shortly uttered towards (Y/N), who nodded, thanking her.

"I should go." She talked to Ubbe, who peeked at her with this thoughtful frown again. Before she turned to leave, she pressed a kiss on his lips, cupping his face with a strong grip.

As he watched her take off he became certain that this wasn't over for him yet. She had him all intrigued and now there was no turning back and he was sure that it also was what the gods wanted. Inwardly he gave it his deepest prayer.

[ttuesday]

Why do so many people in this fandom hate ships??

I mean if they banned ships then how do you think the gang’s gonna get to Tahiti?

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ARTHUR SHELBY - IMAGINE

A sister's forgiveness

[TW: violence, blood] , [GIF © lin-s0]

Since the Shelby's were at war with the Italians, all of the family members had to be careful. They had gone for Tommy and Ada in the past but since the attacks had stopped for quite some time one of the Shelbys became incautious.

Their second-youngest sister had been taken during a rainy night. They had infiltrated their home which she entered after telling her brothers off. They commonly would bring her home and check if it was safe for her to go to a peaceful sleep.

Likewise, this night Arthur had been the one to bring her home. She was quite close with all of them, sometimes she even operated as a bridge between Tommy and Ada, yet her connection with Arthur was the toughest.

He had always kept her safe, not even the war could change that.

Arthur was also the first one to notice her absence at work the day after her abduction. He and John had driven to your house, only to find a mess of destroyed furniture, as well as nearly dried traces of blood.

Arthur's lungs interrupted his breathing for a moment when he threw a sight on the scenery.

Quickly they made up a plan, got everyone and every weapon they had to get their sister back. They knew the Italians wouldn't bluff and neither would they.

The four Shelby brothers together with a few other men entered an arena-like place. With the help of reliable connections, information, and even a spy they had found the exact place where their sister was hidden. It also gave them the chance to catch them off guard since they wouldn't be expected.

And indeed, the guarding wasn't as systematic as it should have been to keep the Peaky Blinders away.

They got inside with ease and found their sister unconscious in a freezing basement room. Her skin was cold as ice when Tommy picked her up. Her face was covered in bruises with dried blood.

Arthur stroke a strand of hair out of her face when he examined her in Tommy's arms. The tension in his body and the outrage rising in his bones were visible to everyone present. It was known that Arthur tended to lose his temper and himself. There had been incidents where he killed people because of these tantrums. He couldn't control it, yet his sister seemed to have a spot on him. She was his greatest weakness, which was also the reason for him to go for the next guard they encountered on their way out.

He forcefully pushed him to the ground and started beating his head.

Blood was streaming from his face, mixing with the sand on the floor to create a painful substance that worked like sandpaper beneath Arthur's punches. The man should've been dead after a few hits, yet Arthur didn't stop. The sight of his beloved sister had pushed him far over the edge.

"Arthur!" John yelled, grabbing his fist to prevent him from beating him more.

Tommy had given his sister to another man while he rushed towards Arthur who was still struggling against John and Finn's grip.

"Arthur stop!" Tommy ordered, pulling him back, by placing his arm around his neck and throat.

By the shortage of breath, Arthur eventually stopped moving and let his brothers pull him backward.

Tommy kept the pressure around Arthur's throat until his older brother slowly began gasping for air.

"Get him out," Tommy called as the two other Shelbys dragged Arthur's exhausted body outside to the car.

He didn't say a word but rather kept an eye open for the man carrying his sister and Tommy. He however hovered over the unconscious man, who was lying flat on his back in the blood-stained sand. The combination gave it a darker shadow than normal.

Tommy sighed hardly yet in relief when he found the man still breathing. With a strong push, he got up and followed the others at a fast pace.

When he arrived at the car everyone was already sitting inside and waiting for him. John and Arthur had their sister placed above their laps, her head gently cupped by Arthur's bloody hands. His hair fell loosely onto his forehead while his mustache tickled every now and then.

She was immediately brought to Polly and Esme when they pulled up at Polly's home. The two women took care of the injured Shelby while Arthur and Tommy waited in the living room.

There was a long silence between the brothers before Arthur, who sat in one of the chairs, raised his voice.

"I know what ya thinking." His deserted eyes stared at the window where Thomas was looking outside thoughtfully.

He turned around when Arthur spoke, his hands folded behind his back.

"Yeah?" His voice was followed by an annoyed and challenging tone.

"Yeah, but my mind was clear. I was willed to kill that fucking bastard for what he did." Thomas examined his brother as Arthur gritted his teeth. His eyes beaming in anger and fury.

Tommy's face still had that challenging and even sort of disappointed expression. It made Arthur reach his senses again. He ascertain that looked like or of his outburst, yet this time he hadn't lost grip of reality.

"He deserved to get the same treatment like [Y/N]." He defended himself in a more calmer voice now.

"She's our sister, Tommy." The oldest added, waiting for Tommy to react.

"I know he deserved it." Tommy finally moved. "You know why I didn't act? Why I ordered the men to let all of the guards live even though we could have taken them out with ease since we caught them by surprise?" Tommy had lifted his arm pointing his finger towards the window. Arthur was glancing up at him, awaiting his answer.

"Because she would hate me for it." His hand was now pointing at the room, Polly and Esme were taking care of their sister. His voice got calmer, the last words barely audible.

Arthur let his chin sink onto his chest. His arms became paralyzed, senselessly laying on the armrests.

The words caused a wave of realization, reflection, and guilt to rush over him.

He knew Tommy was right and that when his sister would get to know about what happened, she would be more than disappointed.

While Arthur collapsed into his state of self-pity, Tommy had lit a cigarette, which was now loosely seated between his lips.

"But she'll forgive you. She always did and always will." He sighed blowing the smoke out and gazing at the ceiling.

He was right she did forgive Arthur. At first, of course, their bond was damaged by Arthur's tantrum but quickly when she realized that Arthur felt true and raw regret for what he did, she couldn't keep up her punishing behavior.

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TOMMY SHELBY - IMAGINE

For your conscience II

[TW: sexual assault] , [GIF © lin-s0]

Kimber's house was huge. Truly impressive if its owner wouldn't have been Billy Kimber. The massive walls seemed to suppress her as they walked through the hallway. Him in front of her. He finally opened two wooden doors to a room that was lightened by large windows which allowed the sunlight to shine in. Almost making it appear more inviting and more of a hospitable environment.

She walked over to the right, where a billiard table was located. The colored bowls were already seated in a triangle.

Kimber closed the doors, walking over to the left side of the room where there was a little cabinet with bottles of whiskey and numerous glasses.

His eyes stayed focused on her as she carefully studied her surroundings.

It took a lot to withhold her nervousness. She was confident Kimber wasn't a man to make fun of. He might not be as tricky as Tommy but still could be as violent, especially when his pride was involved.

Her thoughts got interrupted by slow piano music. As she peeked to her left, Kimber had started the gramophone and was now moving towards her.

"You're quite the beauty, Love." His right hand found her cheek.

"How do you feel about another dance?" He questioned, while his eyes trailed over her face, his left hand grabbed hers, the other traveled down to her waist.

With a drastic force, he jerked her into him which enabled Kimber to kiss her neck.

For a second she was willed to surrender Tommy's arrangement, but when Kimber's hand traveled even further to her bottom, a nauseous feeling rushed through her body.

Her face became pale and anger inflated in her bones. When she managed to unexpectedly yank herself from Kimber, she also managed to hit him across the face.

Kimber's body went numb for a minute which she used to distance herself from him.

Slowly, Kimber started facing her again, his cheek was still a bit red when he stared at her in fury. When meeting his eyes, it felt like a punch in the gut. Never had she been more terrified by a stare. She truly must've damaged his dignity.

Without a word, he urged towards her.

Just like her, he struck her across the face. His strength caused her to swivel to her left, hardly keeping herself from hitting the ground by holding onto the billiard table.

"You little bitch. Do you think you can get away so easily?"

Fastly he got a hold of her dress, lifting it over her legs and hips.

It was difficult maintaining a clear mind in such a situation, yet she had no other choice than think clearly when she wanted to prevent herself from any more harm.

She had known that Thomas wouldn't just take her to the races to dance. And ever since she got to know about the troubles of the Peaky Blinders and started working with them she had a small blade in the hem at the back of her brassiere.

Using all her strength, she wiggled under him until she got free slipping away beneath him.

The moment she was sitting on the ground, she reached back for the blade. Kimber backed up when he noticed the shiny silvery thing she held against him.

"How dare you, you fucking whore." He spat, watching her crawl backward and stand up. His slap had caused a dark red bruise to occur on her cheek.

"Don't touch me." She uttered with a low voice.

"It seems you forget who you are talking to." He smirked, taking one step after the other in her direction.

He didn't appear, afraid of her. More like shocked and taken back that a woman would dare to withstand him.

"You are in no position of making choices." His words went through her like thin air. She prepared to attack him as he was only a few steps away from her.

However, before the situation could escalate even more, the door swung open.

Tommy dashed inside, his right hand raised. He quickly made his way in front of her, trying to keep Kimber from going after her.

"Listen to me, just listen to me."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kimber raged angrily.

"Just calm down, okay." Tommy spoke before turning around.

"Give me the blade." He demanded and gradually reached for it because she didn't respond to any of his actions.

He threw the blade across the room drawing his attention towards Kimber again.

Just now she woke from her trance discovering what was going on. She was trying to figure out why Thomas had come back. Did he plot it all along? Was it his attempt of betraying Kimber? No, that would've been a foolish strategy. Yet Tommy was repeatedly unpredictable which made it hard to tell his intentions.

As she rose from her thoughts yet once again Tommy's and Kimber's bodies had relaxed. Their voices were calmer, yet serious and on guard when she caught their last words.

"She has the clap. It's for my conscience," Tommy paused, searching for his words,

"She's a whore."

His words stroke her narrowly, as they were reasonably offending. Nevertheless, she had looked through him and understood that he was finding an excuse to redeem her from Kimber's groper hands.

Kimber switched between them. It visibly took him a moment to comprehend the information before taking another step back in irritation.

"Go to the car," Thomas mumbled towards her as he grabbed her upper arm. His order made her furious.

"Of course, Mr. Shelby." She spoke through gritted teeth with an undertone of sarcasm.

When Tommy started the car there was a deep and tense silence between them. It held on until Kimber's house was out of view.

"So that's what you employed me for." She started, expressing her realization.

"I'm your whore." He could hear the grief of insult his actions had caused her. To himself, he admitted that it was what he took her with him for, yet when it came to it he couldn't stand the thought of his actions. He never meant to get this wrong. Especially, since this woman was more than a bookkeeper. And most definitely she was not a whore.

Yet, he didn't know how to respond. His view was strictly faced towards the street, not even his nostrils moved, as if he was holding his breath.

The picture of him reminded her of the coldness, she had seen him as in the beginning. How did he become such a man?

Nevertheless, there were many reasons for her to hate him in that situation, she had to acknowledge, that he came back for her.

It made her wonder if there maybe was something else in him.

"Why did you come back?" She asked out of the dark, catching him off guard. He turned to face her.

She couldn't identify any emotion on his face as he glanced at her.

After examining her features and the bruise on her cheek, he turned back to the street again.

"You got to my conscience."

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TOMMY SHELBY - IMAGINE

For your conscience

[TW: assault] ' [GIF © rightful owner]

An uneasy feeling of being watched crept in her bones as she stood at the front entrance of the Garrison. Only a few men were walking the streets, yet every single one of them had their hungry eyes pinned on her. Though the staring would have made any other woman and commonly also her more than uncomfortable, she managed to stand her ground. It wouldn't be the only time this day and probably the next few weeks, months, or even years when she worked for the Shelbys.

The rumbling sound of an engine came up to her right, causing her to come around from her thoughts.

Quickly, she walked over to the passenger seat of the car, where Thomas Shelby was nudging the door open for her.

As she climbed inside, she noticed that it was only him who was inspecting her take a seat.

"Is it only us going to the races?" She inquired as Tommy started the car.

"Something like that." Though his lips wouldn't give it away there was the tiniest of a smirk on his features.

It was something rare. Well, perhaps a smirk wasn't as rare as a genuine smile on Thomas Shelby's face.

She couldn't remember ever seeing a real smile from Thomas Shelby. The one she got to see that evening was just to make the guard believe he was a Belgian man.

He came off like a cold man. A man without empathy, tenderness, and affection. It often also looked like that to her. However, he tended to show a different side of himself when he was with her. She couldn't figure out yet, if it was for business, as the Belgian smile or if it was his true nature.

He had asked her to dance, after inspecting the dress she bought by his order.

It was a strange feeling dancing with him. Nevertheless, it felt like it was as effortless for him as everything else. He was a confident and precise dancer. His right hand placed flatly on her back, feeling like his hand could fill her entire upper body.

She could smell his cologne, along with the familiar scent of cigarettes, since he was the closest to her he had ever been.

His right hand held a safe grip on hers as he swung her around the room.

And yet there was a smile appearing on his lips. She could hardly see it from the corner of her eye, still, it seemed like the clearest and most solid thing she had ever seen.

Furthermore, she noticed him regularly checking his surroundings, as well as his pocket watch.

Suddenly, he started moving her towards one of the exits.

"So I guessed right." She spoke as he opened the door, searching for somebody.

"About what?" He asked, his eyebrows narrowly frowned.

"We are not the only ones at the races." He watched her for a moment before his elder brother, Arthur Shelby, occurred at the door.

He placed three bags, filled with something clinking, which made her take another guess; money.

"Nice dress," Arthur commented and when she glimpsed at him she noticed the blood on his left cheek.

"You should be wearing this when coming to my pub." He continued, while Tommy seemed to ignore the conversation when handling the bags.

"If there wouldn't be so many greedy men." She shot back, only causing the oldest Shelby to grin.

Tommy had meanwhile taken hold of all the bags and started shoving her back into the room. He stopped at the bar.

"A whisky for the lady." He demanded the bartender, who immediately went to work, and focused back on her.

"Wait here." He demanded, leaving her sitting alone. The bartender handed her her drink, while she watched him walk towards one of the tables. Two men, which she recognized from a few days ago. It was Billy Kimber alongside his accountant. His security was standing behind him like a giant wall of muscles and the accurate suits all of them were wearing. Next to Kimber sat a woman. There was quite a distance between them, making her question if she was his wife or not.

Tommy had sat down at the table as well after placing the bags in front of Kimber's nose.

They were deepened in their conversation, Tommy as usually with a cigarette between his lips.

Suddenly, Kimber stood up, and just now she realized, that his eyes were fixed on her. Be had the same greedy look, those men in the street of Watery Lane had earlier that day. The only difference was that the greediness only intensified when he finally stood in front of her.

"Mr. Shelby said I could have this dance." An arrogant smirk spread on his face. It made her body tense up and an uneasy feeling spread in her stomach. He had his hand reached out for her and waited patiently, looking her up and down.

She took it, pulling herself together.

He rapidly pulled her towards him, causing her to crash into his upper body. Next, he started twirling her around the room. Other than Thomas his hand was in her lower bag, occasionally pulling her in again.

Her head turned to the side, trying to get at least a bit of distance between him and herself. She made eye contact with Thomas who was watching them carefully from his seat at the table.

He seemed tense, just like her even though he was the one comfortably sitting in the chair.

"You're a good dancer," Kimber mumbled into her ear. With another pull he had her break the eye contact. Suddenly he let go of her, his hands slipped from her body and their heads got to a fair distance again.

"If you'd excuse me." He slightly bowed, playing the gentleman he certainly didn't was.

He went back to the table, sitting next to Tommy when she got back to the bar again. With a quick move, she drowned the Whiskey, the bartender gave her. The liquid pierced her throat, which wasn't even a bit as uncomfortable as the dance with Kimber.

However, she didn't know that this wouldn't be her only encounter with him that night.

Opposite, she felt a burden fall from her shoulders when Thomas approached her again.

"Listen, we got invited for dinner at Kimber's. He has a place nearby." He looked away when speaking to her, something suspicious since he normally was one to hold eye contact. And she wasn't dumb. His lack of attention, was indicator enough for her to realize something was odd. He was lying.

"I'll have some business do to first, so just go with him already and I'll meet you there, alright?"

She tilted her head, waiting with her answer until he dared to look her in the face. He did, after a small sigh.

"You want me to go with him alone?" She asked, her tone neutral to not seem like she was scared. She was.

Tommy nodded faintly, causing her to huff in annoyance.

"It won't take long, I promise." He assured, keeping eye contact. He seemed much more confident in his role now.

"You think I'm stupid?" She inquired, her eyebrows raised and a severe sparkle in her eyes. Tommy just watched her, unknowing of what to answer. It was obvious to him that she was smart and more than capable of figuring out what was going on but something in him couldn't just tell her the truth and asked her straight forward to sleep with Kimber.

"I am part of your deal, aren't I?"

"Yes, if you're working for me you need to make sacrifices sometimes." His face got a bit closer to hers as her expression changed to confidence.

"Don't underestimate me, Thomas." She spat, turning away from him. He glanced at her from the side for a few seconds before grabbing her arm tightly.

"I know you're more than capable of defending yourself, [Y/N]." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Good." She nodded. "I hope you know what you're doing. Not for your business but for your conscience." With that she turned on her heels, walking straight towards Kimber who greeted her with a raised hand for her to hold.

PART II

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STEVE ROGERS IMAGINE

Disloyalty and betrayal

[GIF © to rightful owner], [THEY/THEM]

The room was quiet as Steve was sitting in front of them. He and the Avengers had been chasing them for a few weeks and finally managed to capture them after they had betrayed the team and killed innocent civilians along the way. Steve was interrogating them. No one was fully convinced he was the right one since they were one, if not the most meaningful person in his life at that moment.

"Why did you do this?" He ended the silence. His voice was steady, yet it seemed unmistakable to them that he was desperate and frustrated.

"How could you do this?" He proceeded, causing them to finally raise their view and stare right into his pain-filled eyes.

"I trusted you, (Y/N)." He mumbled. "I loved you." With every word that left his lips, his voice vanished more and more into a thick and burdensome silence again. His eyes dropped, while he shifted in his seat to lean his head on his left hand.

They swallowed heavily, trying to contain their unbreakable wall. Nevertheless, ever since they knew each other, Steve was the only one to always get through to them. And sitting in that chair in the meeting room of the compound they had to realize that this hadn't changed.

"Loved?" They questioned as his words were printed into their mind and he finally looked at them again.

"I can't love someone who is lying to me, someone who fools and betrays me." His expression was bitter. Too cold for a man like him. They knew what it all looked like from the outside. It must have been obvious to everyone. However, they were the only one to know what actually happened those few weeks ago.

Yet they also knew that it was too dangerous for everyone, to tell the truth.

So they didn't.

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KLAUS MIKAELSON IMAGINE

Big bad wolf II

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Roaming around the streets, a numb night air stroked her face. A gnashing sound occurring from her feet hitting the wet tarmac road. Her hands were placed in the pockets of her coat, though the cold didn't tremble her skin as it would on thus of a mortal.

The noise behind her that had appeared a few times already occurred again. It didn't scare her. She knew what it was or better said, who it was. Still, she didn't bother to turn around and encounter her unwanted escort. She figured that he would do so once he supposed it might be right.

And he did. He rushed in front of her, the blast of air hitting her face as she managed to stay unimpressed.

Klaus smirked down at her, with his head raised he looked like a proud baby lion who'd made his first roar.

"I knew we would see each other again." The smirk on his face grew even wider when she shifted in her spot.

"Technically we didn't quit seeing each other the last two hours since you followed me here from the bar." She snapped in a leading tone.

"Who on earth taught you to be so confident?" He inquired, taking a step backward to the house to her right. However, he sounded like he already knew the answer but just wanted her to point it out for him.

She chuckled lightly. "You did."

"Right." He breathed and watched her in silence. Her eyes examined their surroundings before she threw him a last glance and intended to leave when Klaus raised his voice at her.

"Would you like to come in, Love?" His voice was accompanied by a carefree tone. He expected her to deny and guessed he'd win the debate that would follow. However, to his surprise, she accepted without one second of uncertainty. She remembered how to act around him. Too much she had learned from him in the past. His nature was more predictable to her than her own and he was well aware of that.

She followed him through the door and a hallway towards a larger room. A stoned fireplace lightened the shady space, merely mirroring in the leather of the sofa and chairs.

A cozy feeling ran up her spine, as the warm and dark interior inspired a deep warmth.

"So why did you bring me here?" She took a view around while Klaus carried her coat.

When she turned towards him again he had taken a few steps closer and was now standing shortly in front of her.

"Do you want to make up for leaving me behind back then?" She questioned, lifting her eyebrows and gritting her teeth in a threatening way.

"Please, you don't concern about that. Despite, you were perfectly worthy to defend yourself." He answered and searched for her eyes.

"You happen to be pretty convinced of that." Her serious expression didn't impress him. Contrary, he knew she wasn't there to guilt-trip him. Likewise, she was too smart to threaten him.

A smile left his lips, causing her to glance down at them.

"I am." He replied and her eyes flashed back up to his again.

"Maybe if you would've taken me with you it would've increased your chances of catching that Doppelganger." She tilted her head at him as he nodded in cognition. They continued their staring before a chuckle left her lips. "I forgot how pathetic you are."

Klaus took another step, their faces only inches from one another.

"Careful, Love." He hissed in her ear, a shiver running down her spine.

At this point, she had given in. As much as she had hated Klaus for abandoning her in the past she had to acknowledge that she could not despise him for the rest of eternity. Though she wouldn't let him take control so effortlessly. He had taught her that lesson too.

Klaus pulled back to closely examine her features.

"I can handle myself." She snarled, squeezing her eyes narrowly.

"I know you can." He mumbled and his eyes traveled down to her neck as he gently tilted his head.

With a sudden motion, he grabbed her hip and pulled her in harshly.

The dark veins beneath her eyes revealed the weakness she had for him, while his gritted teeth expressed his hunger. The focus of those bright yellow eyes of him didn't leave her lips until he couldn't withstand the urge any longer and pushed her back onto a table, where he pressed her down with his right hand on her stomach.

He pulled his shirt off as she adjusted herself on the hard wooden surface. With a tight grip, he grasped her shirt and tore it in two, throwing the pieces to the ground. A satisfied smirk appeared on his lips when he watched her from above. Eventually, he leaned in to kiss her roughly, placing one hand on the right side of her body.

A feeling of relief injected his body as he finally took hold of the desire he was longing for since he had given up on his revenge and had time to let her back into his thoughts. He was sure he wouldn't abandon her again.

PART I

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ENZO ST. JOHN - IMAGINE

Senseless

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An uneasy sentiment flashed through her bones when she glanced at him again. The guy with the short dark brown hair and the serious but cocky expression on his features. There was something dark about him. She couldn't figure what it was but perhaps it had to do with the fact that he sat there all on his own for a few hours now. At first, she thought he was waiting for someone. After the first hour, she and her employees figured someone must's stood him up and he was just there either pretending he didn't wait for anyone because he was ashamed or he was actually feeling sorry for himself by settling there in the ebony leather chair. After another two hours, her employees started to get infrequently irritated by him. He didn't move not even adjusting his posture, only staring in one direction. His eyes switching their focus on different matters were the only sign of dynamic he had. Everything else was just cold and numb or intense and concentrated. As it started to make not only her employees but also some of the customers of her minor eatery uncomfortable, she knew something had to happen.

One of the waitresses approached him. His gaze fell on her as she spoke. The intense stare he had on her made ever her feel uneasiness from afar. As well, it didn't surprise her when the waitresses hastily turned around and left him alone again. Her miserable attempt didn't seem to have any influence on him as he just went back to his recent position.

She had to step in. With a heavy sigh, she left her spot at the cashier and made her way towards him. Just like the waitress, he didn't look at her until she raised her voice.

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to ask you to either order something or leave."

His dark brown eyes found hers. They worked out perfectly with the color of his hair and made his skin appear even paler. His dark eyebrows framed his face, the stubbles of his beard colored in the same deep brown as his hair and eyes. A small smirk appeared on the left corner of his mouth as he followed her speech.

He didn't answer and consequently, it seemed like her words went immediately through him without having any effect on his shallow corpse. Fury rose in her, as the cocky smile grew a little wider.

"Sir, did you hear me?" She asked, still keeping her temper with a friendly voice.

Yet he didn't answer and just proceeded to stare at her. Instead of backing away like the waitress before her, she managed to remain confident.

"Are you here to order something or are you just here to stare holes in the air?"

His eyes frowned at her change in attitude which assured her that the words didn't just disappear in thin air. His reaction even if it was just as fragile as it was, satisfied her.

"I mean do you like making people uncomfortable by watching them for hours?"

His expression changed and sincerity filled his eyes as his deep voice found its way to her ears.

"Yeah, I love it." There was a glimpse of annoyance when he broke his gaze for a second. Or maybe she had simply caught him off guard. Anyway, she couldn't believe how he was acting. If the reason he was here on his own really was that somebody stood him up, he clearly wasn't the one to feel confident, she thought but interrupted herself from thinking like that. After all, she didn't want to be harsh even though she sometimes just couldn't hold her temper. Especially if people were functioning like him.

"It isn't smart to treat customers like that, don't you think, Love?" He continued and started his little game with her. The playful smirk reappeared and made him look even more arrogant.

"What would the owner think of you if he knew?" He was convinced to have something against her as he perked up at her. Though, her chuckle was the first hint he got.

"I own this place." She answered intensifying their eye contact, getting a step closer.

"Now, I don't know what your problem is but I guess it's hard to pronounce and therefore you should take it and leave. I don't need people like you here, thickening the air with their arrogant behavior."

With that, she shot him one last glance and left him be.

His eyes followed her as she abandoned him. In all his years he hadn't met anyone like her and he had to admit he was deeply impressed. Usually, people wouldn't stand up against him like that, which caused him to mark that curiosity he found in her when her lips formed into a chuckle before. Now, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about who that confident attitude belonged to and his deepest ambition became to nourish the longing of getting to know her.

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DAMON SALVATORE - IMAGINE

Don't leave

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As Damon inwardly entered her room, he was confused by the sight he got. She'd been avoiding him for a few days now. With Katherine coming back and killing Caroline who was now a vampire, they had been quite occupied. There wasn't a suitable moment for Damon and her to talk and clear some of their disagreements up. Within those most importantly the one of Damon killing Jeremy when he was drunk.

Damon was leaning against the door frame and was surprised when she raised her voice, for he hadn't guessed her to notice him.

"What do you want Damon?" Her eyes were still focused on the bag she was currently packing.

Damon crossed his arms in front of his chest while making his way over to her bed. He was carefully scanning her, analyzing each of her actions. Her harsh movements gave her away.

"So you're still doing this being mad and angry thing?" There was a sarcastic tone in his voice, indicating his typical Damon attitude that made her shake her head lightly.

She couldn't believe he dared to come at her like that after what he did.

"Can't blame me." A heavy sigh accompanied her words. She still didn't look at him but surely felt his fierce gaze on her. Furthermore, she could vividly imagine his frowned eyebrows and his narrowly clenched jaw while he was examining her.

"Mind telling me why? I thought we were all good." His voice sounded neutral, yet it made her emotions rise to her head. She twirled around a pressing and raged expression on her face.

"I heard your conversation with Elena. When you told her you didn't know about him wearing the ring." Damon's face changed to confusion as he tilted his head.

"Jeremy?" He asked, trying to hold up with her meaning. She turned her body from the bag, searching his eyes. His heart skipped a beat by the intense stare she gave him. It made him realize how mad she truly was.

"You know I really thought there was at least a split of humanity inside this narcissistic body of yours. I believed it because I wanted to, also because Elena doesn't anymore. However, you keep proving that I am wrong." She wasn't yelling, still, the stern and sharp sound of her voice soaked in every part of his body. "You only care about yourself. Any destruction you cause with your selfishness means nothing to you." The words, that left her lips caused him to stand up thinking hardly of what to respond because he knew that she was right. Doing this to Jeremy was a bad move but nonetheless, he wasn't willed to change himself. Everyone saw him as the monster she was describing and he was convinced that there was nothing that could change that. It was purely in his nature.

But she wasn't finished yet and she angrily looked up at him when they were only a step apart from each other.

"I desperately hoped to find something in there."  She pressed her finger against his chest, not breaking their eye contact.

"But there isn't and I hardly think there ever was."

He grabbed her arms, attempting to say something but she cut him off.

"Don't." He unlocked his grip setting her arms free. "I'm sick of this Damon."

Now he felt helpless. It seemed like there was nothing he could do. Of course, he didn't want to lose her but he was a vampire. Everything inside of him was bad from its origin. Fighting it would be stupid, as, in the end, he would do something disastrous anyway.

"I've put so much energy in your little games just to be fooled and betrayed over and over again." She turned away to her bag, jerking the zip close.

"What are you doing?" An appalled expression on his face as she forcefully shoved past him.

"Leaving." She said more to herself to encourage that what she was doing, was right. Damon promptly followed her down the squeaking stairs.

"Where?" He asked when she lowered the grey bag to put her jacket on.

"Doesn't matter." If he wouldn't have been a vampire, her mumble would have gone unheard by him. But since he was he was able to speed in front of her to block the doorway. His hands were on each side of the wooden door frame, desperately searching for her eyes. However, she kept looking away not daring to get allured by his distressed eyes she imagined him to give her.

"Please don't." He tried to keep a neutral expression to not appear uncertain.

Yet his soft voice forced her to make eye contact. Surprisingly, his eyes didn't show the expected adduction and tenderness. Instead, she couldn't read his expression at all, no matter how hard she tried.

"You can't change my mind, Damon." She shook her head. "Move."

"No." His hardheadedness caused fury to grip her again. The urge to tell him everything that had been going on in her mind recently hadn't stopped since she knocked over him before. She was aware that she was going too far but simply couldn't help it.

"Why do you think you could make me stay? You destroy every of your relationship with other people and still wonder why you're alone. If you would get out of your egoism and look around you for once, you would notice that everyone is gone. Maybe that would make you finally realize what you do to those around you, Damon."

Her words struck him like countless knives that drove inside his corpse, twisting with every finished sentence.

The pain paralyzed his body. His arms slipped from the door frame which made it easy for her to push past him once again. Without looking back she jumped into her car and drove away.

Damon had lost every awareness of his environment.

His mind was vacant, just a faint voice repeating her words that he still tried to process. Battling the urge to shut it all off, he caught the spiritedness to fight for her.

He couldn't just let her go and what he didn't know was that she felt the same.

As she drove panic and terror overcame her. If she hadn't pulled over she surely would have crashed her car. She went too far. Realizing she had been the monster, she knew she had to go back. Her words caused so much destruction that she wished to go back in time and change everything that had happened in the last hour. Though, she wasn't able to. But luckily Damon understood that not even she was perfect and free of making mistakes. How couldn't he forgive her, in the end, he was the one to cause all the hardships because of his dreadful behavior.

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KLAUS MIKAELSON - IMAGINE

Blood cure

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With quiet steps, she sneaked through the unoccupied corridors of the mansion which belonged to the Mikaelson family. She'd heard someone talk or move a few times, each sending a wave of anxiety through her body. It was an enormous risk but for her sister, she would do anything. She had already passed the room of Rebekah Mikaelson but she wasn't the one she was looking for. Her aim was Klaus, the Hybrid. She needed his blood to cure her sister of a werewolf bite. It might have been the silliest thing she had ever done and will ever do if she makes it out alive but the fact that she had come so far to sneak past each of their rooms gave her faith and a certain amount of confidence.

Well aware that an Original was a lot stronger and wouldn't hesitate to kill a small vampire like her, she continued her search until she reached a larger room.

It was lightened by a fireplace across the door frame she was peeking through. Massive wooden shelves were planted in front of the walls, three sofas in the middle of the room. They surrounded an elegant table. She noticed the back of a man's head sitting on the sofa across the fireplace. His blond hair gave him away: Klaus. Just the one she was looking for.

Of course, she knew that she couldn't just walk in and ask for his blood. Consequently, she had made a plan, reckless like her sneaking in the mansion but hypothetical functional.

After a heavy swallow, which she tried to do as quietly as possible she started sneaking towards him. With one tiny step after the other, she came closer to the Hybrid, who was reading a book, his view focused on the paper in his hands. Her view was fixed on the back of his head, her hands on each side of her body to balance her creeping. There were only a few steps between him and her as she attempted to speed towards him and snap his neck. However, a force of two powerful hands pushed her to the side right before she reached Klaus. She was tossed against one of the shelves, managing to land on her knees and promptly stand up again. As she scanned the room, she made eye contact with the oldest Mikaelson; Elijah. He must have heard her scrawling down the corridor.

Klaus had stood up when he caught sight of the activities going on behind him and approached her, his right hand found her throat.

"Who are you?" He asked through gritted teeth and tightened his hold. Elijah slowly drew closer as well waiting for her to respond.

"Answer me," Klaus demanded after her silence, his eyes lighting up in amber.

"My name is (Y/N)." She coughed under his clutch. Her answer caused him to lose his fingers around her neck, allowing her to breathe. His eyes explored her face for a moment, taking in each of her features.

He saw her as a threat. It wasn't easy to sneak up on him but she managed to do so. But as he watched her scared but confident eyes, he found interest in the person in front of him.

"Why are you here?" Elijah asked, frowning his eyebrows as he slid his hands in the pockets of his pants.

She broke her gaze on Klaus to glimpse at the older Mikaelson as Klaus took his hand from her taking a step back. Uncertain of what to say she nipped her lip. For her, it was apparent that they wouldn't help her out of free will or kindness. Nevertheless, she figured either way her sister would die. Her plan had failed. Now there was no way of getting the cure to save her.

"I need your blood." Her voice was still raspy from Klaus' strangle. The intense expression on his face turned into a weak smirk.

Turning his head to fully face her, he chuckled.

"Why do you need his blood?" Elijah continued his interrogation, lifting his head. She sighed, clenching her jaw on Klaus' amused smirk.

"My sister was bitten by a werewolf." He could see the distress in her eyes as she spoke. Though, his features didn't move the slightest to reveal any sort of tenderness.

"Why sneaking up on me? You could have just asked, Sweetheart." Klaus said, lifting his eyebrows playfully.

Annoyance accompanied by bitterness overcame her. He was making fun of her situation but she wouldn't give in so fast, it wasn't in her nature.

"You wouldn't help me." She replied convinced.

"How do you know that?" He took a step in her direction, continuing his game. He understood the reputation he had along with others. Everything she said made sense. He wouldn't help a stranger especially if there wasn't anything in it for him.

"Still, taking such a risk." He gently shook his head smirking. Her sneak and sentiment truly impressed him. After learning her intentions she didn't seem like a threat anymore.

"I'd do anything for my sister." She spat in a clear and harsh tone.

Barely when the words left her lips, it clicked in his head, distinguishing something of himself in her efforts, manner, purposes. His curiosity grew with each minute she stood in front of him.

Yet, she felt panic, raising in her with the time he played his games with her. She knew they wouldn't help her, maybe even kill her, and therefore everything she wanted was to get back to her sister's side.

The two brothers could hear her faint heartbeat speeding, as Klaus caught that glimpse of fear in her eyes again.

"Please, just let me go." Her voice was vulnerable, yet it had a demanding tone that caused Klaus to smile up at her.

"Of course, Love." He spoke and took a step backward, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Elijah watched his brother, not bothering to interfere since it wasn't his concern. She hesitated, switching eye contact between each of them. Various scenarios of what would happen next swirled in her mind. Finally, she caught the courage to speed away, out of the mansion. Stopping behind a corner she listened carefully to any sound. Silence; they weren't following her. Unrest and shock flood through her body. Why did they let her leave after what she did? If it wasn't for Elijah, Klaus would still be laying on the ground with a snapped neck. Undoubtedly, a reason for them to seize repayment but not to let her run away like that.

She shortly shook her head, brushing the questions and concerns out of her mind. Her sister was who she should be worrying about, she was her greatest priority.

As soon as she entered the apartment she and her sister were hiding, she hurried to her side. Drops of sweat ran from her forehead, her eyes encircled by shady circles as her weak eyes found her's.

"You're back." She croaked softly, adjusting her head on the pillow. (Y/N)'s eyes filled with tears when she caressed her sister's head gently. It was horrible to see her sister like that but she decided to pull herself together so she wouldn't worry her.

"I'm so sorry." (Y/N)'s voice cracked, a tear running down her cheek.

"Don't be, I'm glad you're safe." Her sister ensured with a genuine smile on her lips. The intimate moment the two had was intruded on by footsteps occurring behind them.

(Y/N) spun around to get a view of the person that had interrupted them. It was Klaus.

"Why are you here?" She asked, her eyes widened in terror. She suspected him to do what he should have done earlier, take revenge.

He raised his eyes at her.

A mysterious smile on his lips.

"Oh, Love." He started, lifting his head and moving toward her. "I must say you impressed me." His eyes analyzed her as her sight was fixed on his movements. "It's not easy to sneak up on me." Her heartbeat quickened when he was only a few inches away from her, snickering again. Fear restoring her red eyes when he brought his wrist to his mouth and stepped past her. The strong smell of his blood reached her nose.

She twirled around, to watch him kneel next to the bed, holding his wrist out for her sister, who hesitatingly gripped it with her hand and swallowed the blood that dripped through the bite marks.

The warm blush on her cheeks reappeared and her body was restored with energy. Klaus stood up again turning to face (Y/N) whose expression was astounded.

"Did I surprise you?" He asked at her image, smirking at himself. Her gaze found his, warmness overwhelming the fear that was beaming from her seconds ago.

"Thank you." She whispered, swallowing heavily. There was not a single word that could adequately express her gratitude. The whole situation still appeared unreal to her.

"Of course, I can't do such thing without requesting anything from it." With a tilt of his head, he waited for her response. There were purely two reactions he foresaw. She either would be angry, upset, and disappointed in his humanity because she was misjudging his intentions or she would actually hear him out. Either way would bring him the same satisfaction.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do." She replied, scrubbing her deficiency away. It didn't feel right to her to stand in front of him like that when she had managed to stay confident earlier that day.

A big smile formed on Klaus' lips.

"Good. I want you to go on a date with me." His words made her stop breathing for a moment. Out of everything she predicted he asked her the thing that would've never crossed her mind. Unable to read his expression she brought herself to say something.

"What?" She gasped as his view dropped.

"Like I said. You impressed me." He confessed well aware of the fact that she couldn't reject him. In fact, it didn't even cross her mind. Klaus had saved her sister, the most important person in her life. She owed him everything but now that the situation took the turn that it did, she had to realize that his liking didn't put as much discomfort to her as it perhaps should have.

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DAMON SALVATORE - IMAGINE

Guilt

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"You need to feed, (Y/N)." The dark-haired demanded, a plastic bag filled with the red liquid that their demon bodies craved day and night, in his left hand. She had been turned by a wicked vampire that had an unpaid invoice with Damon. It was his sort of taking revenge. However, in Damon's perception, he should have taken it out on him rather than the one person he cared about most. Therefore he wouldn't let him get away so effortlessly. The vampire who turned her paid with his life. Though, it didn't solve anything.

At first Damon, Stefan and Caroline had helped her to control the thirst and the new abilities she had but after a few days, her optimistic efforts of dealing with her new life deteriorated. She refused to drink any blood which only enhanced the longing for blood that was already agonizing her. Even now as Damon was holding the blood bag in his hand, the liquid floating around by his movements, caused her eyes to darken and ebony veins to appear beneath them.

She turned away, biting her cheeks in order to cope with the wave of lust for blood that came rushing over her.

Damon's expression was angry. He couldn't understand why she acted like that. It all appeared to be fine in the beginning.

Only she knew why she rejected everything vampire-related since she hadn't dared to open up yet. In her stage of denial, she mourned after her human and mortal life.

"I swear if you don't feed in the next few minutes I will shove it down your throat myself." Damon threatened, getting a step closer and barely tilting his head in anger. She knew he was right and that she had to feed but even the thought turned the knife in her wound.

Silence filled the living room of the boarding house as he carefully scanned each of her motions. Her head still turned away, her arms crossed in front of her chest, a nagging expression on her profile.

He lowered his arm to his thigh, a sigh leaving his lips. Frustration injected his core.

"Please, (Y/N)." He asked softly. His mellow voice made her turn her head towards him again, yet she didn't dare to look him in the eyes. She had forgotten about the blood bag since Damon received her thorough attention.

"I can't" She whispered, holding it all together by nibbling her lip.

"Why?" There was still a peaceful tone in his voice which was accompanied by desperation and a pleading sigh.

She glanced around the room, admitting that she had to tell him. Aware, that it would only make the situation more severe if she continued her quietness, she took a deep breath lifting her head upwards before staring him in the eyes.

"I hate this, Damon." She began, her eyes tearing up. "I never wanted this and yet it happened bec-" she interrupted herself, realizing she would go too far. Damon however received the message. She blamed him and honestly, he blamed himself too but hearing it from her smashed him like a punch in the guts.

His sorrowful, aching eyes broke their eye contact as she raised her voice again.

"I don't want to be a vampire, Damon." With a thick swallow, she drowned the pain in her throat that threatened the tears to creep from her eyes. It became silent.

Neither of them making a sound. Only the crinkling of the flame behind her and the wind pushing against the old windows filled the air. She waited for him to say something but he had lost his voice.

She had never seen him feeling so guilty. It normally was an emotion he wouldn't let through. This time it was too strong to ignore without shutting it all off. He cared too much.

"I'm-" His voice raspy and weak. The pain she had swallowed away now throbbing in his throat.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." Turning his view to the blood bag in his hands, she realized how much she had hurt him.

It wasn't her intention, yet she hesitated to take action.

Searching for anything else to say, Damon clenched his jaw as now he didn't dare to look at her.

Slowly, his self-blaming figure started to make her feel guilty as well. Her blended mind reached the normal rational thinking she always had again.

She couldn't take the picture in front of her anymore and walked towards him, bringing her hands to each side of his neck.

Her warm touch caught him by surprise causing him to look up again.

"It's not your fault." The deep look between them intensified, even more, when he cupped one of her hands with his.

"It is." He admitted, smiling weakly while gently nodding his head. "It's my fault and I assure you I will spend an eternity trying to make it up to you."

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ELIJAH MIKAELSON - IMAGINE

Calm after the storm

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"You gave me your word Elijah!" She shouted in fury.

"I'm sorry, [Y/N]." His voice was stern but calm. He was aware of his betrayal and regretted the decision he made because it broke the promise he made her.

Klaus was yet eager to break the curse that kept him from triggering his werewolf gene. At first, Elijah had made a deal with the Salvatore brothers and would have been the one to kill Klaus once Bonnie had weakened him. However, at the edge of death or life, Klaus had managed to convince Elijah that their other siblings were alive and he could take him to them.

[Y/N] was well aware that Elijah's family was everything for him but she didn't think he would turn against her and her friends. He left with Klaus that night and showed up at her home a day later while she was cleaning the dishes. He came to apologize, hoping she could understand him.

"My family has been my greatest concern. It was the reason I came along at all."

He explained as she wiggled in place. She thought that out of all the people close to her she could trust the noble Elijah the most. They had a certain connection right from the start. With just one decision Elijah had broken every piece of trust she had in him. It made her question if she was even safe with him right now that he was with Klaus, who in her belief was a bad person in every inch of his soul.

Anger crept into every part of her body. She was hurt, deeply.

His pleading, serious eyes stared at her making her turn her head in another direction, not willing to look at him anymore.

"Wouldn't you have done the same if it was your family?" He asked still calm.

"No, Elijah. There is not a single assurance that Klaus is going to take you to them." Her stubbornness got to him. It made him clench his jaw in rage.

"He is my brother." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Yeah?" She turned her head again, making eye contact.

"Well, have you seen them yet? Has he talked to you about them?" She inquired, her voice filled with satire which only provoked him more but he didn't answer, afraid he would lose his temper.

"That's what I thought." She replied to his silence.

"Klaus is a horrible and greedy person who only thinks about himself. And you know what Elijah?" Their eyes were intensely locked on each other. Her's were switching between his.

"So are you." His eyes fluttered at her words. They hit him like a stab in the gut, paralyzing his muscles.

Her eyes were watery and after another minute of deep eye contact, she turned around to leave. Elijah nevertheless couldn't let her go. Not on these conditions.

He speeded in front of her, tightly gripping her wrist.

With wide eyes, she looked up at him, attempting to get free of his grip.

"Let go of me." She demanded.

"I am not selfish." He declared, getting a step closer roughly pushing her against the counter behind her. A few of the dishes she had been dealing with before this conversation colliding which resulted in numerous of them breaking.

She was scared, afraid of the person she deeply trusted and cared about.

He however seemed to be in a trance of fury and desperation after she turned her back on him. Shady veins had appeared beneath his now dark eyes. His left hand let go of her wrist just to grab her waist even stronger.

"Stop it!" She screamed as he stared into her eyes. The furious expression on his face frightening her even more causing her body to freeze before the urge of getting free reached a point where it eventually overcame her like a wave forcefully traveling in at shore.

She grabbed one of the shattered potsherds behind her. With all of her strength, she drew it deep from the left side of his chest up to his shoulder.

The sudden action caused him to completely lose his grip on her, falling on one knee. She stared down at the bloody injury, realizing what she had done. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, tears filling her eyes.

Elijah glanced down at his shoulder,

Lifting his view at her again, the shock also coming from his eyes, he felt nothing but guilt and regret.

Both realized the situation had taken a dreadful turn and got entirely out of hand. Standing up straight they continued their eye contact as his face shifted from terror to sorrow. He slowly and gently grabbed her forearms, pulling her hands from her mouth. Once her arms laid next to her numb body, he dragged her into his now healed chest. The warm embrace calmed her, making her forget everything around them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in the crook of his neck, a tear running down her cheek at a bitterly slow pace.

"No, I am," Elijah mumbled, running his hand through her hair.

"I give you my word. I won't ever betray you again." His raspy voice filled the comforting silence before she could raise hers.

"I trust you."

[lin-s0]

KLAUS MIKAELSON - IMAGINE

Big bad wolf

[not my GIFs]

A rumbling noise sounded from the kitchen of the bar, inaudible for every human being. She however could hear it because despite all the other souls in the bar she wasn't human. Better said she wasn't alive. As the noise crept through the tiny sluts that lead to the back, her head shot up. A look around at all the people who were still peacefully sipping on their drinks and having conversations confirmed to her that only she had heard it.

Turning straight ahead again, there was another rumble. It got her interested. At a rapid pace, she scooted over to the door, pushing it open with her left elbow as she glanced back again assuring herself no one saw her.

It was quiet when she slowly peeked around the corners finally reaching the kitchen area. Several kitchen tools were spread around the room, a few plates and bowls shattered into hundreds of sharp pieces. A man was standing on the other side of the room. He had his back turned at her and didn't seem to realize she was there. She stepped closer until recognition finally hit her, his blonde hair, the figure she would always recognize.

"Well look at that." He spun around when her sarcastic voice reached his ears. "The big bad wolf." A smirk appeared on her lips when she examined him. His messed up hair and clothes indicating he must have been in a fight, the drop of blood on the left corner of his mouth slowly dripping down his chin.

Just now she noticed the motionless body to his left. Due to the counter, she couldn't see him completely but her familiarities with him were evidence enough that the person must've been dead.

His eyes were fixed on her, the surprised expression slowly turning into a playful smirk. He was visibly enlightened by her entrance and enjoying her unforgettable temperament.

His eyes dropped, silently hiding a wide smile.

"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." He said, his voice raspy as it has always been.

It felt good seeing him again, the air around him had changed since the day he left because of his hatred for a certain Doppelganger. Blended by his desire for revenge he had stopped thinking about her but he couldn't forget, even if he tried.

She took a few steps in his direction, focusing on the bloodstained corpse beside him.

Following her eyes he peeked down at the man, bringing his left hand to his mouth.

He had to hide a smirk when he whipped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licking off the last drop of blood that had just been resting on his chin.

"Still on the path of revenge I guess." She nodded her head at the man before making eye contact with him again.

"You could say that."

His eyes looked her up and down.

"Where have you been?" He asked smoothly.

"You mean after you left me behind, all alone just when you turned me?" Her eyebrows raised, she had an overacted and ironic expression on her face. He nodded, admitting his nasty move. Yet not confessing his guilt.

"Did you at least get that Doppelganger you went after?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He didn't answer, just glancing at the extinct man.

A laugh escaped her lips, causing him to draw his attention to her again. A warm sentiment filled his stomach as he watched her eyes lighten up, her lips forming one of those elegant smiles of her.

"How long has it been? 500 years? The big bad wolf not getting what he wants. What a shame." She joked, aware he wouldn't shove her against the wall, ripping her heart out just because she made fun of him.

"Perhaps that hasn't been what I desired."

He spoke, a smile appearing on his lips again as he got a step closer.

"And what is it then?" She asked, receiving the clues.

His body was close to hers. His blue eyes staring into hers. He kept silent, only faint breaths leaving his lips.

She raised her head a little more at him, slightly leaning in and tilting her head. The gap between their lips closing more and more until she stopped. His warm breath striking her skin.

"Well then, while you figure that out I'll leave. Your little mess got me thirsty." She muttered before backing away and turning to take off.

He watched her in joy.

"See you, (Y/N)." The tone in his voice demanding yet generous.

She had already reached the door but turned around to him again.

"I'm sure about that." She threw him a smile which was replied with a lustful smirk.

[lin-s0]

STEFAN SALVATORE - IMAGINE

Feisty

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"Come on, (Y/N)," Damon begged a playful smirk on his lips. She sat on the couch as he was trying to convince her to help him with one of his reckless plans. He had taken advantage of her magic abilities in the past and now she was tired of it. As well she'd gotten stronger and more confident. In fact, she had been waiting for him to ask her for help just so that she could dump him. It was a rather peaceful sort of revenge since she was with Stefan and that meant she had to get along with Damon.

Damon was still fully convinced he would get her help but with every argument, he threw at her he had to realize that they were just bouncing off her feisty attitude.

She decided to end the game and stood up. However, one last move had to be done.

"Okay." She spoke walking towards the door to leave. A smile of victory appeared on his lips as he watched her leave and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

When she reached the stairs leading to the hallway she turned around again. He raised his head, looking at her.

"Actually, you can take your pathetic arguments and throw it at another witch. Maybe try one you didn't take advantage of. Good luck with that." A confident tone of sarcasm in her voice. Damon's eyes broke the eye contact with hers. He was surprised and even a little impressed by her confidence and didn't know what to say.

She, however, intended to leave when she noticed Stefan in the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe, watching and visibly enjoying the scene.

A proud smile appeared on his face when he made eye contact with her.

She had to hide a giggle and moved on with leaving. When the door fell close behind her Stefan stepped into the room to Damon who still processed his rejection.

"No success?" He asked jokingly and Damon's face beamed with annoyance.

"Oh, please you enjoyed this, didn't you?" He took a sip of the bourbon in his hand as Stefan chuckled.

"Yes, I did."

[lin-s0]

KLAUS MIKAELSON - IMAGINE

Hello, Love.

[not my GIF]

The shabby smell of old wood hit her nose as she entered a descended building in New Orleans. Someone had left a letter with an address at her home the night before. It was furled up with a drawing of her and placed on her best cheats. As soon as she threw a look at the black coral lines on the paper she knew it was from Klaus. She first met him a few centuries ago when he was trying to break the curse that keeps him from triggering his werewolf gene. He fancied her, herr cheeky fearlessness and attitude that he'd never seen before in his many years of existence.

Their paths divided when his Doppelgänger turned herself into a vampire and he made it his duty to take revenge on her. She was tired of his games and left settling down in New Orleans after a long time of pointless traveling.

Now, he reached out to her. Certainly, she could have ignored his letter and leave town. Since she knew him and his tricks as good as herself it would have been hard for him to run after her but she decided to see what he wanted. Maybe there was something in it for her.

As she was walking around the house - no sign of Klaus - she realized he was playing with her. Typical.

A smirk formed on herr lips as she entered a bigger room. The big windows framed with glass remainings brought light to the room. A fireplace to herr right, a dusty and seedy cabinet to her left.

Suddenly, there was a blast of air behind her. She didn't bother to turn around but listened closely to any noise. Nothing. She took a slow step to the right.

A pair of footsteps now approached her from behind. Quickly she twirled around, speeding at him, her right hand on his throat. He didn't resist but confidently smiled after she thrust him against the wall.

"Hello, Love." He greeted and watched the dark veins under her angered eyes disappear. She tightened her grip on his throat a bit before letting go, taking a step back.

"Klaus, what a pleasure." She joked now also smirking at him.

His body pushed away from the wall as he came closer to her.

"You're stronger." His eyes examined her face carefully, still holding a friendly and exciting glow in them.

"Well, you are just as predictable." A chuckle left his lips when he dropped his view to her shoulders.

"I see still the cheeky attitude. Just what I need." He made her curious, causing her to tilt her head in confusion. With slow steps, he passed over to the window as she waited for him to speak.

"I found another Doppelgänger." Her eyes widened. Honestly, she never would've thought that he had anything else from Katherine in his mind. It was the moment she realized he needed her help, again.

"Who says I'm interested? What is in your little curse breaking for me?" She asked running her fingertips over the cold marbled window sill.

A smile reappeared on his mouth when he held out his hand for her.

"Let me show you."

She took his hand, knowing it actually wouldn't take that much to get her involved. After all he was a close friend if not even more.