#tvd fic

[sweetpianoxoxo]

The cast of each and every Mikaelson soulmate story ive had planned is posted on Wattpad. Go check them out and add to your library if youre interested in updates!

Covers:

[sweetpianoxoxo]

The cast of each and every Mikaelson soulmate story ive had planned is posted on Wattpad. Go check them out and add to your library if youre interested in updates!

Covers:

[paucubarsisimp]

𐙚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

❥ cookies ft. matt donovan

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭

nothing yet!

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐬

nothing yet!

𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

nothing yet!

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧

❥ cookies ft. elena gilbert

𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

nothing yet!

𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

nothing yet!

𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

nothing yet!

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

❥ choosing you

𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

nothing yet!

[paucubarsisimp]

please please please write for rebekah mikaelson 🙏 🙏 there are leike no storeies for her

choosing you

pairing: rebekah mikaelson x fem!reader

summary: in which rebekah comes crying to you bc she feels used

warnings: none !

a/n: my second tvd fic !! lmk how it is <33

rebekah had always been the strongest person you knew.

or at least, she tried to be.

you find her the moment she storms into the house, doors shaking slightly behind her as they slam shut. there’s no dramatic announcement, no biting remark, just silence that feels too heavy for someone like her.

you already know.

“bekah…” you say softly.

she doesn’t answer. just stands there near the entryway, shoulders tight, jaw clenched like she’s trying to hold herself together by force alone. her eyes are glassy in a way she hates being seen.

“he did it again,” she finally says, voice breaking on the last word.damon.

you don’t need more detail. you’ve seen this version of her before when he charms his way back in, when she lets herself hope for something that never lasts, when it ends the same way it always does.

you step closer carefully, like she might vanish if you move too fast.

“sweetheart,” you repeat, softer this time. “come here.”

she shakes her head once, but it’s weak. barely even a refusal.

“stop,” she whispers. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like i’m—” her voice catches, frustration flashing through her eyes. “like i’m stupid.”

that makes something in your chest twist sharply.

you close the distance anyway, gently, until you’re right in front of her. close enough that she can’t hide from you, but not close enough to trap her.

“you’re not stupid,” you say immediately. firm, steady. “you’re not even close.”

her breath shakes.

“he knows exactly what to say to get under your skin,” you continue, voice softening. “that’s not on you. that’s on him.”

rebekah laughs once, bitter and quiet, looking away like she can’t stand being seen like this. “i should know better by now.”

“knowing better doesn’t stop you from feeling things,” you say. “it doesn’t make you less… you.”

that finally gets her to look at you.

her eyes are red-rimmed, furious at herself for it, like even crying is something she should be better than.

you lift a hand slowly, giving her time to pull away. she doesn’t. so you gently brush a tear from her cheek.

“you’re not broken,” you murmur.

her breath hitches.

“and you’re not stupid,” you add, firmer again. “rebekah mikaelson, you are… you’re everything. you feel things deeply. you care. even when people don’t deserve it.”

something in her expression cracks then, like she’s been holding herself together on pure pride and it finally gave out.

“i hate this,” she whispers.

“i know.”

there’s a pause. small. fragile.

your hand is still resting lightly against her cheek, and she doesn’t move away from it. instead, she leans into it like she’s finally too tired to pretend she doesn’t need it.

“why are you always like this with me?” she asks quietly.

“like what?”

“like you see me,” she says, voice barely there. “even when i don’t want you to.”

your thumb brushes under her eye again, slow and careful.

“because i do see you,” you say simply.

that does it.

rebekah inhales sharply, like something in her finally tips past restraint, and before you can second-guess it, she’s closer. her hands are suddenly at your waist, not rough, not desperate, just sure, like she’s making a decision she’s been avoiding for a long time.

“rebekah—” you start, but she doesn’t let you finish.

she kisses you.

it’s not rushed. it’s not careless. it’s soft in a way that makes your thoughts go quiet, like she’s asking a question more than taking anything.

when she pulls back just slightly, she’s still close enough that her forehead almost touches yours.

“tell me to stop,” she whispers.

you don’t.

instead, you cup her face more fully, thumb still resting near her cheekbone.

“don’t stop,” you say.

that’s all it takes.

she kisses you again, slower this time, like she’s letting herself believe it’s real. like she’s been holding this back for too long and doesn’t know how to be careful with it anymore.

when you finally part, she’s breathing like something inside her has shifted.

“i think i’ve loved you for a long time,” she admits quietly, like it scares her to say it out loud.

your heart stutters.

you lean in just a little, resting your forehead against hers properly this time.

“good,” you whisper. “because i’ve loved you too.”

her hands tighten slightly at your waist, like she’s grounding herself in you now instead of everything she was before.

and for the first time since she walked through that door, rebekah mikaelson looks like she’s not holding herself together out of fear of falling apart.

just holding onto you instead.

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[foolishlystupidlyinlove]

FMK kol mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Kai parker

I don't know which one to choose their all my favorite men!

Ok, so I would definitely fuck Kol; that man does something to me, and the Original energy he would have... he would be a great fuck. Plus the accent, and he is so hot. He is definitely someone I want to have a benefit thing with.

I would marry Jeremy. The guy would be the perfect husband, very loyal, and extremely protective. I can just imagine a good life with him, and the hunter stuff would be a problem, and his ability to be emotionally unavailable, but I feel like we could work through that stuff and have a healthy marriage.

Kai Parker, I would have to kill. I don't want to, though! So I'm just going to say that I would definitely love him, and he would love me in his sick way. But he would be very possessive, and it would be too suffocating, and maybe his sociopath stuff got a little too much, and he locked me in, so I had to kill him. It was him or me, and I'm not going so... but I would never fall in love again and find a spell to bring him back.

Thank you for asking.

[sevensistersofsussex]

Chapter 15 - The Heart Begins to Suffer

If she’d just asked. If any of them had just asked. There isn’t much she won’t give up for people who ask, but taking was another matter. She’s shaking. Pacing the rug in front of the empty fireplace before she falls to her knees. The envelope she found in her parents’ safety deposit box was heavy in her hands. And so was their ask, but it was important. Warning her of a danger seeking her out but she wasn’t the one in trouble. It was the world. They’d done everything in their power to protect her and if they couldn’t then they’d given her a gift. A way she could use her blood to save the world and she listened to them. They were her parents and they were asking and she wanted to make them proud but she’s had enough. Enough of the taking.

Her dad would be ashamed of what she’s become. How she’s failed him. Giving Klaus her blood and so much more. The tears fall and her throat aches with the effort to subdue the sound. Lexi for Stefan. Mason for Tyler. There’s a reason Jenna hasn’t come to her. Why she’s seen none of her family. They’re repulsed by her failure. By her submission to this nightmare. They reject what she’s become; her hunger and what she craves. Just like her friends would if they knew.

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[innocentlyotherworldlyrune]

From what I've watched in The Vampire Diaries, I've come to realize how violating compulsion is. It takes away your memories and makes you feel like you're going crazy, and literally, you have no choice but to do it, and you can't even think about why you're doing it.

Compulsion is like a deeper voice for manipulation and, strangely, violating abuse, so I understand when characters will act a certain way with compulsion.

You've taken away their free will and choice, and basically everything about being human.

[neeeeeeeeeklaus]

At Peace

Characters: Katherine Pierce, Rebekah Mikaelson

Relationship(s): None

Tags/Warnings: No Humanity Katherine, Poor Coping Mechanisms, Mental Health Issues, Depression

Summary:

After Elijah's rejection, Katherine finds herself overwhelmed emotionally. Yet another failure in a long, long list. Not wanting to deal with it anymore, she makes a drastic decision to flip the switch. But, being as old as she is, she can't just turn it off. She needs help.....

Part of The Katerina Chronicles

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Katherine laid in the street, her back on the pavement and her face to the stars.

Everything had fallen apart. Every scheme, every plan, every deception, every step toward survival – worthless.

Even Elijah didn’t want her anymore.

She shouldn’t feel so sorry for herself. She’d survived so much worse. She hadn’t fought this hard to give up and lay in the street waiting for the sun to burn her up.

And yet, she couldn’t quite find it in herself to get up.

Katherine Pierce was not a quitter. She was a fighter, a survivor, above all else.

Katerina Petrova, on the other hand, was quicker to tears. And she was getting ready for a big reintroduction.

The last time she’d felt this way, this alone, this empty, this hopeless, was when she’d returned to her family home to find it destroyed. The aching in her chest now could only be rivaled by the pain she felt cradling her mother’s eviscerated body to her chest.

Of course, back then, the solution to her pain was easier.

It was the only time she’d ever turned it off, and she hadn’t even meant to. She’d just been so afraid, so grief-striken, so angry, so many other emotions she couldn’t even name, that it simply overwhelmed her. Her switch flipping was subconscious, a refusal to deal with the heightened emotions she couldn’t yet comprehend, yet alone know how to manage.

One moment she was sobbing over her mother’s bloodied corpse; she next, she was raiding her sister’s wardrobe and stealing her father’s favorite horse from the stables, laughing with the wind in her hair as she rode into a new life.

The next few decades were a blur of parties and laughter and murder and blood and theft and sex. Instead of running and hiding and scheming to stay out of Klaus’ grasp, she’d run and made the worst sort of name for herself in all the wrong circles.

She’d loved every second of it. Well, as much as she could with a wall between herself and her emotions.

It had also nearly gotten her killed, but even after learning how close she came to having Klaus personally rip her limb from limb, she couldn’t help but look back on those days with fondness.

Especially now.

But she couldn’t go back to that state. She was too old to go flipping any switches and indulging herself that way. Not on her own anyway. It would probably take a very strong witch or a compulsion or-

A compulsion.

Katherine sat up ramrod straight.

Rebekah had forced her to turn it back on all those centuries ago. And she was positively furious with both of her brothers if what Katherine had witnessed earlier was anything to go by. If she offered something worth her while….

Well. With any luck, she would’ve talked herself out of it by the time she was ready to go through with it.

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Katherine did not bother knocking as she entered Rebekah’s home. The Original would hear her regardless, and she wanted Rebekah to be a little annoyed with her. It would make her more likely to want to be rid of her.

“You know, it is polite to wait for an invitation to enter someone’s home,” came a chiding, posh accent. “Then again, you never were one for proper manners, were you?” Rebekah glared at her. “You charm and you flirt and you act the part, but deep down you’re rotten to the core, not an ounce of civility within you.”

Katherine smirked and held her hands up, palms facing Rebekah. “I come in peace, I promise. I just wanted to ask a favor.”

“Really?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow. “And why should I do anything to help you?”

“Because I can give you something you want more.”

She smirked. “Is that so? And what would that be?”

“Marcel Gerard.”

In a flash, Rebekah had her pinnned to the wall by her neck, eyes dark and veins bulging. “Do not speak that name,” she hissed.

Katherine kept her cool; she didn’t fight back or show fear. Not yet, at least. “He’s alive,” she said. “In New Orleans. And if I played my cards right with your brother, his latest fling is about to be little more than a memory….”

Rebekah let go of her and Katherine landed gracefully on her feet.

“What game are you playing?”

“No game,” Katherine promised. “I just want to make a deal. I gave you something that you wanted, now you give me something that I want.”

“And what would that be? I’m afraid I can’t compel my brother into loving you again.”

“That’s not what I came here for. I want something much simpler.” She took a few careful steps closer, not breaking eye contact. “Do you remember when we first met?”

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. “When you were making an utter fool of yourself and all but ensuring that my other brother would find and kill you? Yes, I do. You never did thank me for saving your life, by the way.”

“Apologies. At the time I was a little busy getting used to having emotions again, and then you disappeared and I had other things to worry about. Which brings me to my request: I want you to help me turn them off.”

Rebekah’s mouth formed a small ‘oh’. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you really think I would be asking if I wasn’t?”

“I – No. I suppose not.” She looked Katherine up and down. “You are quite old. Too old to flip that little switch on your own. Klaus would kill you, you can’t let Elijah know how broken you are after his little rejection, so you’ve come to me. I suppose that just leaves me wondering why the survivor is so desperate to die.”

Katherine shrugged. “I’ve worn out too many heels running away, and Klaus isn’t exactly gunning for me anymore. Maybe I’m just in the mood for a little vacation.”

“Dangerous way to relax.”

“I’ve done worse.”

Rebekah hummed and tipped her chin up with a curled finger. “I suppose there’s no harm in it now. But I won’t be the one to fix it when you get yourself in a mess.”

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you.”

She smirked. “Good.” Then her pupils dilated and Katherine’s mind fell into a delicious, delirious fog.

Turn of your feelings, your humanity. You don’t need all that anymore. Just flip the switch, and enjoy your bliss.

Katherine giggled as Rebekah let her go. “That tickled.” It was always so funny when Rebekah got into her head.

The blonde smirked and waved her off. “I’m sure it did, love. Now, run along. I have a trip to plan for.”

Katherine hummed and skipped off, thinking through some plans of her own.

It has been such a long, long time since she returned home….