Imagine being a salvatore and Kol, Enzo, Kai and Klaus all competing for you.
“I think weve all made it obvious were smitten with you love but these havent got the memo that you prefer me so please tell them” enzo asked.
“You!” Kol laughed “Whats even special about you? There are thousands of vampires literally just like him but few like me darling”.
“Like us you mean” klaus snapped “y/n why have Kol when you can have the true original?” Klaus asked spreading his arms “im an upgrade from my little brother.
“God the english accent is killing me, come on y/n everyone knows youd prefer an american sweetheart, pick me and show them” kai smiled sweetly “you wont regret it”.
(Stefan and damon watching from far away)
“Well enzo” has my vote Damon piped up. “No way!” Stefan yelled “enzos a creep! If you had to pick one go for kai just not klaus, hes killed everyone”. “Not kai hes a serial killer! Not to mention hes so messed up” Damon said shaking his head. “And what kol isnt! Stefan laughed "kols killed thousands and turned hundreds!”. “Hence she should pick enzo”. “Maybe we should just make them all fight” stefan laughed “whoever kills the other 3 would be good enough for me”. “Kill 3 birds with one stone” damon grinned. “Guys not making it any easier! I can hear you!” You yelled making them both jump. “Sorry take your time” damon called back “im still team enzo”.
Ogni artista ha la sua storia. Lui è arrabbiato,ferito non si sente al sicuro non sa cosa fare a riguardo. Vorrebbe poter controllare i suoi demoni anzichè sentirsi controllato da loro. E’ perso..E’ solo.
‘hi! can you do it with Klaus Mikaelson ?! 😊 thank you’
sex, spoilers to suicide squad and all around sarcastic humour! Don’t like don’t
You walked through the room after another set, making your
way to the bar. You stop for a few people who wanted to tell you how great you
performed tonight but eventually you made it over to Cami. Once she turned to
see you she grinned from ear to ear before pouring you a whiskey.
“Great set today.” Cami complimented as she slid over your
“Thank you honey. How’s your night going?” You questioned,
sipping your warm whiskey. You drank warm whiskey because it helped keep your
voice loose when you were singing. As much as you’ve never liked whiskey it
helps. You preferred a good red wine, however it always closed you throat so
you tried to stay away from it completely, for fear of losing your voice.
“It’s good but Marcel was looking for you earlier.” She
grunted before sliding someone a beer.
“That I was.” You heard Marcel’s smooth husky voice behind
“What can I help you with Marcel?” You turned coming face to
face with not only Marcel but also Niklaus. You rolled your eyes when he shot
you a pantie melting smile.
“I need a spell.” Marcel whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
“You mean Niklaus needs a spell.” Gritting you teeth you got
up and walked up to Niklaus.
“Niklaus darling if you want a spell, be a man and ask yourself.”
You smirked up at him when his jaw clenched.
“Very well love. I need a spell.”
“I’ll think about it. For now would either of you gentle
care to dance before my next set?” I grinned cheekily up at Niklaus who was a
lot taller than you, even in heels. Marcel grabbed you hand, dragging you to
the dance floor silently. You were dancing with Marcel until your next set,
afterwards making you way to Niklaus and Marcel.
“Right I’ll do the spell but I’m going out with Cami,
Rebekah and Hayley tonight so come see me tomorrow.” You smiled as Hayley and
Rebekah made their way through the doors. You looked over at Klaus who was
slowly making his way over to you.
“Where are you going?” Nik looked at Hayley and Rebekah as
he spoke but you knew he was talking to you just as much.
“We’re going to the new club that was opened yesterday.”
Cami spoke as she appeared behind Klaus.
“You’re going….clubbing?” His eyes were wide like he’d never
heard something so stupid. You rolled your eyes before dragging Cami out,
knowing Hayley and Bekah would follow.
You knew your group of friends was a little strange but that
didn’t stop you all. One human, one witch, one original and one hybrid. Really it’s
possibly the scariest group of female in the quarter. But that’s what was great
about your group of friends. We never had to hide anything from each other.
Everyone was in a long que when you arrived but Bekah soon
got us inside, compulsion can be handy sometimes. As you walked in you were
shocked by the fact it was very different from any club near or in New Orleans.
It was quite well lit for a club but the shocking aspect was the poles and
cages around the room that contained half-dressed dancing females. You glanced
over at Bekah who was nodding like it was good enough, Cami who had the same
expression as you and Hayley who had a grin on her face.
“Jesus who owns this place?” Cami choked as she saw a guy
getting lap dance.
“That would be me.” You heard a playful voice speak from
“KOL!?” Bekah and Hayley’s expression now matched yours and
“I may have watched Suicide Squad one too many times.” Kol
voiced like it was the best excuse for why he opened what was basically a
classy strip club. Cami looked at him with confusion which made me answer the
“It’s a DC film.” You supplied.
“Kol watched it three times in a week.” Rebekah added.
“I do not need to know what you do in your spare time.” You
sighed before massaging your temples softly trying to sooth the head that was
currently sneaking in.
“Hey Y/N you could totally be a great Harley Quinn to Nik’s
Joker!” Kol cooed at you teasingly.
“I couldn’t agree more! Especially with that Jersey accent.”
Bekah snorted sarcastically.
“I will give you a witchy migraine Rebekah. I’m not as sick
as Harlequin and Nik is worse than the Joker.” You growled before storming off
towards the bar, you stood at the bar thinking about the jokes everyone had thrown
at you but you knew they were right. You were a lot like Niklaus and you could
be just as sick as him sometimes. Cami always said it was deep rooted issues
from my past but you always waved her off saying you were fine. You knew it was
mainly the accent that made everyone joke about it though so you ignored them.
Once you got the bartender attention you ordered a cocktail sipping the red
liquid once it arrived.
When a song from the suicide squad soundtrack came on you
literally face palmed the bar surface. You knew immediately it was Kol’s doing,
you slammed your glass down and decided to dance anyway. As much as you hate the
constant Harley Quinn jokes you loved the film and soundtrack. You saw the girls
dancing so you joined them smiling as Hayley patted you back in a comforting
“I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue. I’m build for it, all
the abuse.” You sang along as you danced with Bekah. After the song had ended I
felt someone pat on my shoulder I turned to see Kol who was smirking.
“Puddin’s here and he says it’s urgent.” Kol joked but you
knew who he meant. You rolled your eyes and followed Kol silently. Once you
spotted Niklaus you noticed his face was not one of a happy Klaus.
“Wait before I leave. Say it?” Kol asked as we arrived in
front of Niklaus who now looked highly confused.
“Which scene?” You snapped your teeth clenched as the words
“The electrocution scene!” Kol grinned happily, he had the
biggest crush on Harley Quinn which he always got teased about but he didn’t care.
“What are ya gonna do ya gonna kill me Mr.J?” You looked at
Kol waiting for him to leave.
“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya…I’m just gonna hurt ya…Really…Really
bad.” Kol smirked at you and waited for your response. You rolled your eyes but
“Ya think so? Well I can take it.” Your accent thick and
once Kol preened at how he once again had gotten his own way he walked off. I
turned back to Niklaus who was trying not to laugh but failing miserably.
“Did you just…Quote….H-Harley Quinn?” Nik gasped between
“Did you just admit to watching Suicide Squad?” You retaliated
with a smirk gracing you face and he soon stopped laughing.
“Aww is Klausy embarrassed?” You mocked putting on your
sickly sweet Harley Quinn voice.
“Shut up.” Klaus snapped before grabbing his drink from the
table behind him.
“What do you need Klausy?” You teased as you took his drink
downing in soundlessly.
“Would you mind posing for me again?”
“You took me away from my night out to ask for another
painting session!?” You screamed throwing the glass against the wall.
“Yep.” Klaus smirked up at you from the couch as you stood
“Excuse me miss but I think I’m gonna have to ask you to lea-”
A man yelled as he came in to the private room ranting.
“Sorry but am gonna have to insist ya shut up!” You screamed
snapping his wrist back breaking it without a blink. You turned to Niklaus with
a glare ignoring the guys screamed of pain.
“It’s so attractive when you go all psycho on someone.”
Klaus grinned mischievously over at you.
In the blink of an eye you were on top of Klaus, hands in
his hair tugging furiously as you both fought for dominance over the kiss you
currently found yourself in. You don’t know how you ended up there but the
screaming guy now forgotten as you ripped Klaus’s shirt open. Your hands made their
way down his chest, nails digging in angrily as your hands made their way to
You hadn’t even realised your shirt was gone, his hands were
tugging at your bra but he soon gave up and ripped it off. His hand massaged
your breasts roughly as he took the left nipple in his mouth suckling and
biting vigorously. You groaned loudly, your hands working open his pants Klaus
had apparently thought you were going to slow so he flipped you over onto you
front. He dropped his pants then proceeded to rip off your skirt. When he was
done he lifted your ass up your face still crushed into the couch.
You screamed out as two of his fingers entered you with no
warning. You soon recovered as his thrusts were hitting your special spot. You
pushed back onto his fingers craving your realise but as soon as Klaus realised
what you were doing he stopped and brought his hand down to your ass giving it
a loud smack. You whined wiggling your ass at him, as if daring him to do it
again. So head did, several times before kissing the red welts that now covered
both ass cheeks.
“P-Please Klaus…” You whined your voice full of
“Not yet sweetheart. I want you to feel all of me when you
cum.” He grunted as he gripped your hips dragging you closer to him. His hand
slid from the bottom of you back to your shoulders, his touch sending shivers
down your spine. He gripped your right shoulder as he thrust into you roughly
making you gasp loudly, gripping the pillows at how full you felt.
“Oh god! Please Klausy..” You taunted your breathing uneven
and full of need.
He started thrusting into you angrily, his breathing getting
louder. His thrust gained an unhuman speed as you became a moaning mess. Your
screams were loud and raw, you had never been with Klaus but you’d imagined the
pleasure he could give you with a thousand years of experience. You were gripping
the couch so tightly your nails had started cutting through the fabric that
“Shit, Y/N I’m close.” You heard him grunt his nails digging
into your hips, no doubt drawing blood.
You nodded sobbing in pleasure as he started hitting you
g-spot as if trying to force your orgasm out of you. You were a writhing mess
as he hit your special spot with violent thrusts. You felt your stomach tighten
as you orgasm neared its peak. His hand moved to grip your hair pulling you up
so he could whisper dirty little things in your ear.
“Cum for me love.” He grunted as his seed started to fill
you, his rough sexed out voice pushed you over the edge his arms now gripping
your waist as he gave you one more thrust. After your powerful orgasm was over
you collapsed into Klaus’s arms.
When you came too you knew three things. One, your virgina hurt.
Two, you were in a soft bed and three, someone was laid next to you.
You rolled over to see Klaus and then images of what
happened the night before came rushing back. You groaned before deciding to
wake Klaus up.
“Niklaus why am I here?” You questioned as his eyes started
“Because after I fucked you into next week you pasted out.”
He smirked over at you as if he was proud about his achievement.
“There’s some juice on the side and I’ll have Sally bring
you some food since you were most likely dehydrated.” Klaus added seriously pointing
to the orange juice that was sat next to you. You shook you head but drank it
anyway knowing he was right. After you finished the glass of juice Niklaus
dragged you back down.
“You know that wasn’t a one off right?” Klaus narrowed his
eyes as if trying to search yours for your thoughts.
“What so now I’m your new little fuck buddy?” You snorted your
voice sarcastic and full of bitterness.
“No more like I want you to be my Queen.” He responded seriously,
staring into your Y/E/C eyes.
You laid there silently thinking about how good that
actually sounded but your thoughts were soon interrupted by and annoyingly smug
“Or the Harley Quinn to his Joker!”
Fucking Kol! You thought as you buried your head into the
Damon: Volevo scusarmi.
Damon: Fammi finire, ho detto che avrei voluto, ma poi mi sono accorto che non mi dispiace.
Elena: Preferiresti morire che essere umano e ti aspetti che tutto questo a me possa andare bene?
Damon: Non ho mai detto che ti debba stare bene, ho detto che non mi dispiace. Ma sai cosa sono in realtà? Sono un egoista. Prendo delle decisioni sbagliate che ti feriscono. Si preferirei morire piuttosto che diventare umano. Preferirei morire adesso piuttosto che passare un po di anni insieme a te solo per perderti quando sarò vecchio e malato e tu no. Preferirei morire in questo momento piuttosto che passare i miei ultimi anni a ricordare quanto stavo bene e quanto ero felice, perchè è così che sono fatto Elena e non posso cambiare e non c'è scusa al mondo che racchiuda tutti i motivi per cui è chiaro che sono quello sbagliato per te.
Elena: Va bene, allora non dispiace neanche a me. Non mi dispiace di averti incontrato. Non mi dispiace il fatto che conoscerti mi abbia fatto riflettere su ogni cosa e che da morta sia stato tu più che chiunque altro a farmi sentire viva. Tu sei..una persona orribile. hai preso tutte le decisioni sbagliate e di tutte le scelte che ho fatto questa sarà di sicuro la peggiore, ma a me non dispiace di essere innamorata di te.
Ti amo Damon. Ti amo.
Caro diario, ho superato questa giornata. Credo di aver detto “Sto bene, grazie” almeno 37 volte, e non era vero neanche una volta, ma non se ne è accorto nessuno. Quando qualcuno ti chiede “Come stai?”, non vuole una vera risposta