A/N: Based on yet another dream @kind-wolf graced me with: “New Klaus Dream Alert! 🚨 It was like the scene in 300, where Leonidas looks back at his wife to get permission to f*ck shit up. Klaus was ready to tear a guy apart, but because I had told him that he should be a better example for his kid and not solve every issue by killing, he looked at me and since I was in a good mood, I nodded - but with like a "fine-if-you-must-eye-roll" 😂 “
Characters: Klaus x Reader
Word Count: 645
A spy had found his way into your people´s midst and Klaus was not amused. He had found him in the city, spilling secrets to one of his many enemies for everyone to hear. Klaus felt embarrassed to be laid bare to the ones he had scores to settle with. That, in turn, made him vengeful.
So he did what he had to do and dragged the poor lad to the compound to make an example of him. This was not something he could let go by. Insubordination had a way to spread if it was not suffocated at the root.
He summoned everyone to show them what would happen if someone dared to betray him, and with it the whole community. First, he held a speech that evoked worry and hushed whispers in the crowd surrounding him. Then, after he made sure he was understood, he brought his attention to the traitor. He held him up by his neck with his feet dangling in the air. He held the guy up by his neck, ignored his pleading and contemplated his next move.
He thought about what body part to remove first. Maybe his legs? His eyes? Or perhaps the old fashioned way of cutting off his hands. He was a thief after all, one of trusted secrets. There was also the opportunity to pick up a few methods of the spartan warriors of the past. There were torture devices from the inquisition in his cellar, surely there was an iron maiden in spartan fashion somewhere as well.
So many options went through his mind, but then he recalled what you, his love, told him only a few moons ago. "Think of your son. You cannot solve every issue by killing. Do you want him to grow up like we have, with constant anger and thirst for violence? I beg you to think of him before you decide someone's fate. "
Those words still rang true to him and without uttering a word, he searched for you on the upper balcony, your usual spot whenever such a display occurred.
There was still rage that filled his eyes when he looked at you and asked for your approval. He could not trust his own instinct once layered with anger, and he also knew that displeasing you would be a fate worse than granting mercy in front of those he wanted to be ruled with fear.
You gave him a nod rolled your eyes, granting him whatever he wished to do. That shivering mess that Klaus held in his hands was a traitor and traitors deserved to be dealt with. If he must make an example, at least with someone who deserved it.
Klaus´ lips tugged into a smile and he shared his ardour with you through a lingering gaze before he dove back into the depth of his bloodthirsty mind.
You heard pained screams and the gasping of the crowd as you closed the door leading to the balcony behind you.
Violence was not always avoidable, but at least he tried. For you and your son. And that, even with the occasional bloodbath, was enough.
A/N: Based on a dream @kind-wolf graced me with. I wrote this in a timespan of 10minutes and it lacks all sorts of things, so don´t judge it too harshly, please. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing ;) Also when can I dream about Klaus again, huh?
Characters: Klaus x Reader, Josh
Word Count: 500
Klaus had many traits but punctuality was never one of them.
He would always be scheming, plotting or murdering someone in the most inopportune times. And you hated it. It didn't drive you up the tree as it does Elijah who would look at this watch repeatedly with an annoyed glare, counting the minutes to throw it back into his brothers face. But waiting on him time and time again wasn't pleasing to you either.
You´d think someone as old as Klaus would ´ve learned to take care of such important matters before having to attend somewhere. But no, miraculously it was always when you had set up plans.
Last time he made you wait for an hour in a restaurant and when he finally did show up he was dripping blood on the white table cloth. This time he missed lunch for 30 minutes - and counting - rather scheming with Josh at Roussos than to attend the date he himself made only days prior.
You watched them from the door for a few minutes, rolling your eyes at Klaus scaring Josh with his platitudes and unnecessary threats.
When you finally did approach them, Josh saw you coming as he was facing the door, but Klaus next to him remained clueless. The smack on the back of his head surprised him as much as it shocked Josh who almost fell from his barstool.
"Niklaus!” You said” We were supposed to meet for lunch half an hour ago and you sit around here, scheming? Where on earth are your manners?“
Klaus only smirked at your scolding and grabbed his drink. He brought it almost halfway, before you grabbed it out of his hands, downing it in one gulp.
That was the point Josh completely lost it. First, you smacked Klaus and then you drank his liquor and he didn't even blink, hell, he was smirking! Josh's fearful mind couldn't wrap itself around how you could talk to the all mighty Klaus like that and still have all limbs attached to your body.
“Apologies for being late, I was merely teaching Joshua-”
“No no no, you're not weaselling your way out of this. You were late. Again.” You said, and smacked him again “Do I need to punch you for real? Maybe that'll shake something lose up there.”
Josh snickered at that and Klaus looked at him without any of the humourous smiling he gave you a second ago,
“Is there something you would like to say?” Klaus asked him.
“No, nope, nothing at all. Actually, I think I´m- yeah I´m gonna leave” He replied and rose from his seat, muttering a whispered ‘wow’ on his way out.
*Requested* The Salvatore´s have a younger sister who is close to both of them but gravitated more to Damon. She get´s attacked by one group of Damon´s enemies and dies from her wounds and Damon avenges her death against Stefan´s better judgement
Characters: Damon x Sister!Reader, Damon x Stefan
Story Title: “Forgive me”
Warnings: reader death, gore (if you count rummaging around in someone's chest as gore that is) grief and angst, a few glimpses of Salvatore affection,
Word count: 987
A/N: I accidentally deleted the initial request so if a few things differ from it I apologize. But I do remember it was from @thefaultinourpies . Also, I left the attackers that killed the sister pretty vague so you can fill in the gaps yourself if you so, please.
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When Damon heard you scream it was already too late. The house was already infiltrated, the weapons already fired.
Damon speeds into the room just as the attackers fled. It was a group of 5, armed to the teeth and Damon knows them well. One of the many enemies he made since he came back to Mystic Falls.
You were simply outmatched and the element of surprise didn't play in your favour either.
“No no no. Y/N!” He rushes to your side, letting them go pulling out the stake as carefully but swiftly as he can. The attackers have to wait.
“There's a splinter still-”
Without hesitation he plunged his hand into the closing wound, searching for the splinter before it can pierce your heart.
“D-Damon...I…” You stop as the splinter´s tip already scratches your heart. There is no way he could reach it before it's too late.
“Hold on, I almost got it.” His forehead is wrinkled in concentration and with the agony he knows will soon overcome him, but he's still searching, not giving up for a second.
“Listen to me,” You struggle to form words, the numbness already creeping up your feet “I love you. T-tell Stefan…”
“You can tell him that yourself. Just hold on. Please hold on.”
But there is no time. Your hand falls from his shoulder, the pigments of your skin greying.
“No!” Damon screams out and beats his balled fist against the wooden flooring, the bones cracking.
Soon his anger turned to overwhelming grief and he falls back, his knees too weak to hold him up. There is nothing but silence as tears stain his skin until the front door opens with a crash rolling down his face. He couldn't remember what crying felt like.
The front door opens with a crash, Stefan rushing through lead by the smell of blood. Your blood.
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Shadows settle on your freshly covered grave, the sunlight pressing through the leaves, dancing on the soil.
Damon sits on the stone stairs leading up to the back door, an almost empty bourbon bottle next to him.
He can still feel your blood on his hands, the blood he spilled with his actions. There's a lump in his throat, present with the overwhelming grief he never thought he would have to endure.
The knuckles on his fingers turn white with the force he´s gripping the glass in his hand, the diffusing sunlight dancing in the translucent glass as flashes of you through the deceased cloud his vision. How did it come to this? How could he have been so careless?
It should´ve been him impaled on that stake. Not you.
He shatters the glass with his hand the glass splitters piercing his flesh. But he doesn't even feel it. The grief of losing you, the one, besides his brother he swore to protect at all costs is too much.
He has to make this right or at least try to lessen the pain the only way he knows how. Murder. Lots and lots of bloody revenge murder.
He rips the shards out of his bleeding hand, the wounds already closing as he turns around, ready to fight everyone that stands in his way.
But instead of an enemy, Stefan stands there in the doorway, his eyes bloodshot from crying. He stepped into the door right when you took your last breath. If he'd only arrived sooner.
“Get out of my way.” Damon brushes past him, colliding with his shoulder. He doesn't have time for his brother's newly found peacekeeper approach.
Sometimes blood must be answered with blood.
He expected Stefan to yell after him, to tell him how revenge won´t give him any peace and how he's not thinking straight, but instead, Stefan rests his hand on his shoulder, and Damon stops immediately, facing him. Stefan doesn´t hesitate to pull him into a hug.
It's a rare occasion for them, sharing affection, but when they do it's almost as if past grievances are laid to rest, at least for that brief second.
“You can't do this,” Stefan says and releases him from his arms.
“They killed Y/N, Stefan!” He says, loudly yet with an unsteady voice “They killed her and I want- I need them dead. You´re not gonna stop me.”
“I said you can't do this.” Stefan replies firmly “Not alone anyway.”
Damon looks at him, surprised. He knows that Stefan loved you as much as he did, and even though both struggled to show affection as it is the normality in your family, still, he did not expect his brother to share is plan for murder.
“We're in this together.” Stefan adds “For Y/N.”
“For Y/N.” Damon repeats on the verge of crying once again.
Stefan goes on to lay out his elaborate and forcefully brutal plan but Damon isn't listening. Only the prospect of working with his brother to avenge your death puts him closer to being at ease. And even though he will recover from losing you, having Stefan finally by his side once more makes it bearable.
He only hoped you would be here to witness that reunion too.
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A/N: This is my toss217 secret santa gift for @thegoddessofvampire . Surprise!! Sorry for the delay, and I hope this little oneshot is as you imagined!! (Also I am technically still on writing hiatus atm, so sorry if it sucks! And I choose to go off book with my usual format, I hope that´s okay)
Characters: Kol x Vampire!Reader
Plot: The reader and Kol had a fight and the reader storms out, only to be shanghaied by an unknown group. Kol, of course, swoops in and saves his darling.
Warnings: kidnapping, typical TO violence
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You and Kol are passionate people. Very passionate. And this passion reflects in your fighting as well, because you fight as hard as you love. And you love each other. There is no doubt about it.
You don´t even remember what you´re were fighting about this time or who started the screaming match, but you smashing the door back in its lock, storming out of your shared apartment certainly ended it.
And the unknown hand around your neck breaking the delicate bones washed away any ounce of anger left in your body and replaced it with fear.
Meanwhile, Kol searched heaven and hell for you after the usual anger phase ended. He searched the Compound, your favourite places in town and he even asked his brothers to keep an eye out. But no dice. You have vanished from the face of the earth.
Something must have happened. He knows it. It is unlike you to disappear for hours on end without a word. He gotta find you. No matter what.
Luckily he knows just the person to help him. His sister Freya and her witch powers.
The room is barely lid and echoey, the faintest cold winter breeze pressing through the cracks of the abandoned warehouse. Your eyes flutter open and you quickly look around, ready to fight anyone who comes your way, but the burning vervain ropes around your wrists prevent you from doing so.
“Rise and shine!” A deep, raspy voice calls out from behind, the man's steps echoing through the spacious room.
“What the hell do you want from me?” You ask him once he rounds the concrete wall he has bound you on.
“From you? Nothing.” He shrugs, his disgusting cigarette breath hitting your nose “From your boyfriend on the other hand -”
“Whatever you want from him, I'm not going to help you.” You stare him down, your stellar expression outright terrifying “If that isn't obvious already.”
“You already are, Y/N. You are the key to your boyfriend's demise. And his family.”
“You´re so wrong, you have no idea. Kol will be your demise, pal. Not the other way around."
“I wouldn't be so sure.” He brings his finger to his mouth and whistles “Come in here boys, let's show our guest what we're made of.”
The squeaky door opens and a dozen men enter the warehouse, armed to the teeth with guns and wooden stakes. Clearly vampire hunters.
“Are you serious?” You scoff at him and his attack dogs “You think you can take on an original with a few vampire hunters? What are you gonna do, tickle him with your ridiculous stakes? Please. Soon enough Kol will blast through here, decorating these walls in a lovely blood red.”
“That I will.” Kol steps out of the shadows, a smirk plastered on his face “You know me so well, Y/N.”
“See? There he is.” You smirk at your kidnappers, knowing that in a matter of seconds, every single one of these men will be nothing more but a lifeless shell.
The first two men lunge at him simultaneously, but Kol easily breaks their necks without effort, their non-white oak stakes opposing no threat. The other men follow, including their leader, all of them lunging at him at the same time.
But even that is a walk in the park for your boyfriend. He skillfully evades their pathetic attacks with either his strong arms or his fangs, leaving the floor covered with striking red blood.
One remaining hunter turns your way, a wooden stake in his hands ready to plunge it into your undead heart. But he doesn't get far. You use your legs to push him away and he falls back before crawling over to his dropped stake right near your legs. Once he is near enough you snake your legs around his neck and break it with the pressure of your thighs.
Kol has been watching from afar, blood splattered from top to bottom, knowing that you can handle yourself once these cowards got close enough “Extra points for style”
“Well, I have the best teacher after all.”
“But not the best boyfriend lately.” He rips open the ropes, the vervain burning his skin briefly “And I apologize for that, Y/N.”Kol helps you to your feet and pulls you into a hug. “Can you forgive me?”
“Of course I forgive you.” You pull back slightly to place a kiss on his lips, accepting his apology, even though you were both fighting about nothing important “We were both wrong, you know? Fighting just to fight. I guess we just make an explosive team.”
“Clearly.” He glances over the quite explosive mess you two caused “But I wouldn't have it any other way.” He steals a kiss himself before intertwining his hand with yours, leading you out of the cold warehouse with every intention to make up for the fighting in every way possible….
Imagine being a Ripper yourself and you stumble across a stranger who seems to share your insatiable hunger.
Story Title: “Murder for two”
Characters: Ripper!Stefan x Ripper!Reader (female), numerous random people *cough* victims *cough*
Warnings: murderously violent. Contains blood pretty much everywhere, murder, corpses, and other possibly disturbing things.
Word Count: 1269
A/N: I toned this down a little bit in my rewrite, so it´s not as crazy as it was, but it just wouldn´t have worked out that way. Also, this idea sounded so much better in my head, I hope it´s still enjoyable! And maybe I will continue this at some pointif you want me to, maybe with people from either Stefan´s or the readers past showing up. We´ll see As always, Feedback is welcomed and appreciated
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It is a terribly stereotypical Friday night in a small town in Virginia. Teenagers are out and about searching for something to believe in while they stagger unsteadily along the paved sidewalks, either from intoxication or sleepiness. Or both.
But among those lost souls, there are creatures lurking in the shadows, eyes always watching, always stalking, always waiting.
The streetlamps burn through the cloak of the fog, reflecting their light on the bright colored hood of sportscar. The road ahead of you is empty and lonely, the only comfort is the loud shuddering of yet another song without a melody that pulsates through the speaker. There is just you, the music and the lonesome road - and headless corpses in the backseat.
Your eyes catch a young couple heading towards a bar, the name Mystic Grill burning bright through a glass window. The male plants a soft kiss on the female's hair and she blushes, clutching his hand tighter.
Oh, young love……..how disgusting.
You bring your borrowed car to a hold around the corner, away from prying eyes. You don't want to scare potential meals away. Even though a runner is always exciting.
The leather seats squeak slightly as you exit the car, sticking your head through the open window. The blood coming from your passengers has already spread over the entire joined backseat, dipping the unfortunate white leather in red.
“No funny business back here while I'm gone, alright? Don´t want to stain the backseat, now do we?” You wink at them, even though you left any part that would allow them to wink back a few miles down the road on a white picket fence of a very unfortunate citizen.
You swing open the Grill´s door, stepping into a pool of blood on the hardwood floors.
Blood pooling on the hardwood floor, as well blood splatters over the wall. Someone definitely had some bloody fun in here.
There is a faint sound heard from further into the building and you round the edged corner, coming face to face with a fellow vampire. He senses your presence and in his blood haze, he fails to recognize your - well - dead state and quickly wraps his hands around your throat, expecting to take a bite.
“Ah ah ah, I don't think so.” You flip his wrist and pin him against the nearby wall, his bloodstained neck firm in your hands. He seemed to be surprised by your superior strength, his eyes wide as drops of blood fall from his mouth, decorating your covered arms.
You release him and turn on your heels and make your way towards the bar, hopping over a few dozen people on the ground. You stop and collect a shiny ring from one of the victims, and put it on your own hand. A girl can't have enough jewelry, right?
You grab a bottle from behind the counter, taking in the whole scene in front of you, “Impressive work you've done here. Love the new color.”
“Who are you?” The stranger asks, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“Name´s Y/N.” You knock down a shot of whatever booze you grabbed from the bar “How about you, handsome?”
“Stefan. Stefan Salvatore.”
“I would say it´s a pleasure to meet you, Stefan, but since you spoiled my fun I'm not sure it is.”
“Fun, huh” He cocks his eyebrow as he shortens the space between you and leans against the bar “Most women, vampire or not, wouldn't call this fun.”
“But doesn't that revoke every instance we have?I” You slide a glass over the counter, filling it to the brim “I mean that´s what we do, isn't it? We eat people.”
“Something tells me you enjoy much more than just, uh, eating them.t You're like me aren't you? A ripper?” He asks, before nipping on the drink.
“No.” You shake your head “I´m much worse. Unlike other rippers, I extend the play with my food. I don't just drain them dry. Where would be the fun in that? ”
Faint heartbeats, maybe four or five heartbeats are heard from outside. It seems another meal is being delivered right now.
“You up for a little game?” You ask and Stefan nods instantly, curious what kind of game you have in store.
The sound of darts rushing through the air followed, accompanied by the decreasing heart rate of your meal fills the crowded room. Your legs are draped over Stefan's lap, his snack already dead at his feet, yours almost drained as well.
“Mhmm, this one was delicious.” You retract your fangs from your victim's almost ripped-off neck and push her on the floor, her head rolling to the side.
“How´s it going over there, friends?”You look over to the remaining people of the group, who are occupied with the dart game you assigned them to, but they don't bother to answer.
“Hey!” Stefan calls out and speeds over to the male of the remaining snacks you both will consume soon enough “Y/N asked you a question!”
“Sorry uh. we're done.”
Uh!” You jump up from where you were sitting, clapping your hand together with excitement “Tell me my friends, who won?”
“I did.” The girl raises her hand.
“Congrats! You get to choose who lives.You or your friend.” You explain to the shaking young lady. Stefan watches your every move a few feets away with adoration and excitement.
“I…”The girl shares a worried glance with her male friend, both of their hearts deliciously pumping with fear. It´s music to your ears “I c-choose me.”
“What?! How can you do this to me?!” Her friend calls out, the betrayal and fear visibly covering his face.
“Well well well. Self-preservation instinct. How very predictable.” You share a glance with Stefan, who seems to be enjoying your show very much.
“I think we have to be equally predictable in return, don't you agree Stefan?”
“Only seems fair, Y/N.” Stefan shrugs.
“Perfect.” You turn your attention to your trembling friends, your veins darkening. “Surprise surprise. You both die.”
The guy takes off running first but doesn't get too far, your firm hands yanking his head to the side, breaking his neck instantly, followed by your sharp teeth breaking his skin.
The screams of Stefan´s victim fill the room, but quickly fall silent as he bites her neck several times. His meal drops on the floor several minutes later, as does yours, drained of every last drop of blood.
Through the blood-haze, you turn to look at each other, blood dripping from your mouths, your veins still laced with darkness. When your lips collide, the savory yet sweet blood of your victims mixes together. Stefan lifts you up and speeds to the counter trailing bloody kisses down your neck while you tug at his shirt. You unbutton the first buttons before you impatiently rip it open, the buttons joining the dozen corpses on the floor…..
