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HI ! Just saw you said that you write for carnival row but i don't really know what to think of this show like i want to watch it but at the same time, well the witcher got out and b99 on netflix as well so i kind of delayed it again and again 😆😩... if possible can you tell me how you felt after watching this show ? So i can bring myself to watch it

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I’m watching 99 right now! I haven’t watched the witcher yet I bought one of the books to read first. Carnival Row was a really good show and I binged it in like two days xD

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Hi! I love your writing. What's your favorite fandom to write for?

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At the moment American Horror Story, Legends of Tomorrow and Carnival Row

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Tommy x Reader

Requested by Anon



The new house was large. It still wasn’t fully furnished. There was a bottle whiskey loosely in your had as you walked around the hall, having been let in by a maid, the thought of the Shelby family having a maid was amusing.

“What do you think?” Tommy asked proudly.

“I think it’s a large home which will be very empty. There’s more rooms than you could possibly fill Tommy.” You said playfully and he smiled.

“Well, I suppose you could always stay. A couple brothers, fill a few rooms.” He trailed off and laughed when you huffed.

“I see. So you invited me. To see the new home you wanted to invite me to live in.” You accused and he yielded jokingly, accepting the bottle of whisky you offered him.

Your independence had been a novelty to the Shelby boys, an inspiration to Ada and a scorn to Polly, you had no interest in settling for any of her nephews. Though she softened into pride when she realised that you’d rather be alone than with anyone but the Shelbys.

While you knew of the boys less than honest streak, they were all careful to ensure your record was squeaky clean. Though the police were sure to call at you as they broke up whatever mischief they were planning, sending you on your way, reminding you what trouble the boys where.

As you walked through the rooms and looked around it was clear that decorating the house had been a forthaught, while there was still huge spaces and some rooms that simply had no furniture in it. You couldn’t help but think back. The old house had been small and cramped, but that was what gave it such a charm.

Fighting for a place on one of the sofas or chair. The mismatched kitchen chairs shoved around the table as Polly pilled the food high and chaos broke out to grab something to eat.

The cold winters would bite at you as you raced along the road, bursting into the Shelby’s home would be like wrapping in a warm blanket, it was never cold in their home, everyone was welcome.

You imagined that this would be much the same. Or maybe not. It wasn’t hard for you to willingly ignore the Shelby family’s business. But you weren’t deaf. You heard people talk about what they did.

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“I will admit that it’s nice to have the countryside on the doorstep.” You said to Tommy who’d agreed to walk with you.

It had been several hours and although the chill of the morning sank into your bones, neither of you minded, enjoying the peace of the morning.

“Well the offer still stands.” He joked with a smile.

“How can you stand being so out of the way. It’s always so busy in the city, everything happens at once.” You said happily, as you admired the trees that lined the Shelby property.

“It suits us just fine. Better in fact.”

“Ah, yes, less police officers to pull you up when you hooligans steal bikes.” You mused playfully, recalling the time when you were all younger, seeing Tommy and John dragged off by officers.

“Well I suppose that is a perk. But we’re safer here.” Tommy muttered. He frowned when cars started pulling up on the drive. Arthur was out of the door, rushing over to the two of you as he rushed you inside.

“Didn’t know they were showing up Tommy.” He muttered.

Tommy didn’t answer as he dragged you through his office and into a door that seemed to be built into the book shelves. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He muttered as he turned on the lights that hung from the walls and shut the door.

There was a small armchair, a table of alcohol and a few glasses and some books. Of course the booze came before the other luxuries. It wasn’t the first time something shady had happened and you’d been hidden out of sight.

When you pressed against the bookcase you could hear the family talking about whoever was outside. Knowing better than to listen to much you sat down and flicked through one of the books. Tommy’s mother had hoped you’d be a good influence on her boys. Polly claimed it was the mother Mary’s doing that they weren’t a bad influence on them.

Tommy seemed always tasked with charming you. Arhur would bumble about with nervous doting and John’s overconfident bound and the smile on his face was never anything more than brotherly. Arthur had steeled his nerves and John had the common sense to at least pretend he wasn’t gleeful, even when downing pints at the Garrison. Tommy had never grown out of being charming.

“What’re you going to do about (Y/N)? She doesn’t want to stay, you can’t tell her why she’s not safe at him!” Polly said sharply. She was close to the door and you could hear her more clearly. Soft footsteps led away and there was a scraping noise at the edges of the bookcase.

“(Y/N)?” Tommy asked as he opened the door. It had been a good few hours since you’d been rushed into the hidden room. He called for you as if he half expected you to have found a way out without his notice.

You wanted to snap at him, shout and breathe him. Point out how much you put up with, be cruel and spit out that he was lucky you were still his friend. Though from the guilty look on his face he already knew all that. 

For the first time you realise just how tired he looked. Like it seeped into his bones, draining him of life until he just plodded on like one of Charlie’s old cart horses walking the same track everyday.

“We have a room ready for you upstairs, I’ll show you which one.” Tommy said. That was all he said. There was no explanation, for the men in cars, the panic of the family or the rush to shut you out of sight. Though there never was an explanation with Tommy. Arthur would have exaggerated the danger, John would have bragged of his heroics, Tommy would stay quiet and watch. Tommy never told, he would observe you the way you watched him now. If you tried to question him when he was younger you might have been rewarded with a wry smile that lifted the corner of his lips, only showing in his eyes if he looked at you. You didn’t ask Tommy questions anymore.

He took your hand and led you through the big house. There was a heavy air in the house. A thick uncomfortable feeling, that seemed to choke the delight that had filled it for the last few days, the kind of feeling that stagnated conversation as it settled.

Passing a room you saw Arthur, leaning on a desk with his head in his hands. Another room John was hugging Esme who rubbed his back gently, both looking worried. Ada passed the halls as you passed her. If Tommy hadn’t placed his hand on your back to move you on faster, you might have pulled away, reached for Ada. That was what you wanted more than anything just then. To hug Ada and stop her pacing like a trapped animal, rush on to John and Esme, assure them that if they stuck together they’d be fine. You’d take Arthur’s big hands in yours and remind him of the words he’d tell you if he saw you were nervous, that if he was brave enough nothing would stop him.

Walking up the stairs seemed like walking to another world. Leaving the fearing Shelby’s behind to ascend with Tommy to the floor that was filled with rushing housemaids. It was as if the mood couldn’t dig its claws in here. The rushing maids bustled about and disrupted it’s clutch.

“Just ask if you need anything.” Tommy said as he led you to the end of a corridor. He paused outside a door that had fresh flowers set on a table next to it. Sunlight streamed in through the window at the end of the corridor and you could see the woods and lands stretching into the distance. Tommy hadn’t let go of you. Was he waiting for you to demand to go home? He couldn’t think you would leave them now. The silence between you had started to become awkward so he let go of your hand and opened the door. As you moved in his hand fell away from you back.

The room was large, lavish and beyond anything you would choose to fill a house with. Ornate and beautiful but for show. As you looked around he stayed in the doorway, as if stepping in would drag in all the chaos going on below and dampen the room.

You turned to thank him, but your words fell short. Feeling more like a captive you weren’t sure if you should thank him. That perhaps doing so would make the pained look, that occasionally played over his face as he watched you, worse.

For the first time since you’d known him, you had no idea how to cheer Tommy up, it set a fluttering nervousness through you.

“I’ll… Try and get everything sorted.” He said quickly. His voice cracked as if his statement was an apology for keeping you there. When he didn’t move you realised he was waiting for an objection, some fight and spirit, a negotiation that ended with you living on as usual with a little interference from the Peaky Blinders. But you couldn’t find it in your heart to fight him. Tommy had always managed to be charming, keep the worry of his world from his face, join his siblings in revealing in your blissfully cheerful world.

With quick steps you walked back towards the door. Before he could step out of your way you crashed into him with the tightest hug you could muster. He let out a breath against your ear that could have been mistaken for the ghost of a fond laugh. His arms wrapped around you and for a moment you stayed that way. Until you spotted a nervous housemaid over his shoulder, staring at her feet so hard she might well burn holes through the floor beneath her, and pulled away.

“I’m sure it’ll all work out. That’s what you’re good at Tommy.” You assured him. His reply was a curt nod as he moved away from the doorway and started off down the hall. You decided to save the housemaid from her statuesque position and invited her into your room, helping with the blankets and spare clothes she was carrying. Tommy paused at the end of the landing and looked back at you, comforting the girl who seemed mortified to have encroached on the moment. He smiled, the smile that you coaxed out of him on occasion, comforted that no matter what went wrong over the next few weeks. He had his own piece of sunshine tucked away for the worst days.

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Hi Bonnie! Can I request an Allison Argent x reader with the prompt You remembered my name!

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The Brooklyn 99 x New Girl crossover throws me through a loop everytime

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Oo requests are open! Hooray! Okkkay, may I have Michael Gray x reader smut where the reader is being clingy and he ends up giving her attention? It doesn't have to be smut by the way, I just can't find a lot of smut for him haha

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The Begger Queen
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Daenerys x Reader

Requested by @feelsswen 


You guards marched through the throne room to where you were sat. People were gathered around you, conversation flowed freely as you laughed and joked with your companions. Some were advisors, other lords or ladies of the court. Some were handmaiden. All took food from a small table in the middle of your seats, it was laden heavy with fruits and exotic foods.

“Your grace. There is a woman demanding audience outside the gates of the city.” One of the guards muttered.

“Do you know who she is?” You asked as you excuse yourself from your company and walked with the guards towards the hallways. Your handmaiden was quick to follow, politely bowing her head as she listened.

“There is talk that she is the dragon woman, the wife of the Dothrak that died. It would appear that she is the beggar queen and the rumors are true. She has hatched dragons, they are with her. As well as Khalasar.” The guard informed you.

“I will grant her audience, she may bring her advisors but her dragons and Khalasar must stay outside the city. For now.” You informed him.

“I shall prepare the throne room.” Your handmaiden muttered quickly as she curtsied. She rushed several others to follow you to your chambers and have you dressed to receive guests.

When you returned to the throne room and took a seat, the court had been gathered. The tables cleared and your handmaiden was waiting at the side of your throne. With a nod your Handmaiden ordered the guards to allow the eating audience in.

“You are in the presence of (Y/N (Y/L/N), the first of her name and Queen of the deserts from here to Quarth.” Your handmaiden introduced.

“I must thank you for accepting to speak with us, the deserts are harsh and…” The woman spoke quickly. She was smaller than you expected, for someone who had hatched dragons, though her beauty that had been spoken of was undeniable.

“What is it that you want from me?” You asked her. She glanced at the men stood behind her and took a deep breath before turning back to you.

“I ask for hospitality, my people will perish if we do not have water or food.” She explained and you nodded.

“Your beasts, what do they eat?”

“My dragons, will eat anything you can offer.” She replied through gritted teeth.

“The desert is a harsh place. Can we spare enough supplies to feed a Khalasar and dragons?” You said turning to your handmaiden who bowed down to mutter in your ear.

“We could spare enough to feed them for two days, but more than that, it will cost us more than we intend to with the traders and merchants that come by and they may just be carrying the usual orders for out people.” She explained quickly.

“We will feed your people for tonight and provide you with places to rest. But only for one night.” You said finally.

She huffed, eyes widening as she glanced at her advisors. “For just one night? We have travelled for days, some of my people remain near death, I implore you…”

“The beggar queen impores me?” You said quickly, your tone drew her up short. She didn’t dare speak or argue with you again and you could tell it wasn’t a luxury she offered many when she felt she, or her people were injustice. “You have asked for hospitality and help, I have offered you what I can, I could offer more, but that may sacrifice my people, they come first. You have come to beg, you have nothing to trade, nothing to provide that I would accept.”

Her face turned hard, eyes firey with furry. But she calmed. You recalled years before you became queen of your city, you had a similar predicament, little to trade and nothing of value. But your knowledge of the traders had been invaluable in Qarth and you’d risen slowly to your current standing. While you’d been given a city large to be queen of, those higher up than you had thought the land was barren. Your people’s crafts and stones mined in your city proved valuable. Your city had expanded in size. But you still had started with nothing. Muttering to your handmaiden you left, ignoring the pleas of the woman.

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“Your grace. Daenerys… The Khaleesi wishes to speak with you.” Your handmaiden said as she knocked on your door.

You had been expecting it. She had time to think about her predicament, to devise a plan with her advisors and so had you.

“Let her in.”

“Thank you, again your grace.” Her thanks came with a bite. 

When you looked at Daenerys, she had a dragon on one arm. Red and black, the warmth that came off him was easy to feel from across the room, it was impressive that it didn’t faze her.

“You were right, I have nothing, currently to offer to trade. I will not trade my people.” She was firm when she spoke and you nodded.

“I would not accept them. I hold issue with Mereen and Astapor.” You muttered. She looked at you curiously before clearing her throat, setting the dragon on your table, taking a seat opposite you. “We avoid trading with them. Westeros is good for our business but being so far from the sea makes it difficult.”

At this her eyebrows raised. She hesitated, clearly seeing that you had set out two potential paths for her to follow. “It is my goal to retake the Iron Throne.”

“When your Khalasar takes on the Lannisters I shall wish you well.” You said some amusement.

“I will ask for help in Qarth, free the slave soldiers in Astapor.” She said quickly, stroking the dragon as she spoke. “My dragons will be growing all the while.”

“What will become of Astapor and Qarth, when you are done with them, dragon queen?”

“I… I do not know.” She admitted. Hesitation she looked up from the dragon. “But I will succeed. When I reach Westeros, you shall have the first pick of trade offers with my subjects.”

“What of the people, who do not fight?”

“If they chose to follow me, I will do what I should be their queen, Khaleesi and protect them.”

“I will provide work and homes for those who wish to stay and not follow you to Westeros. When you take the throne we will trade. You will provide freedom to your people, as you have said you will and this city shall support you. I will join you in Qarth.” You offered.

“I look forward to our alliance.” Daenerys said as you reached out your hand. She shook it and smile when the dragon curiously sniffed at your hand before climbing back up to her arm.

“Your grace?” Your handmaiden said tentatively as she approached, watching Daenerys leave with her queen’s guard. “You have offered so much and yet the Khaleesi cannot be sure to provide what you have asked.

“I am aware. But the leader of the other great cities will see her as a youngling, just as her dragons are. But as she said, they will grow.”

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Had an idea for maybe a female reader with a love interest/relationship with either Hvitserk or Rollo from Vikings. You're a fierce shield maiden with a reputation for being hard as nails and vicious as hell, but your significant other, whichever you choose, knows deep down you're a softie, especially around animals. Come up with something around that, I guess? I'm not uber fussy. - resent request for you, best of luck and amazing writing as ever bonnie ❤️

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May I request “Hmmm…Hot food is tempting, but I just can’t say no to a weapon.” with Ivar the Boneless from Vikings? I think he’d try to woo a girl with weapons. (;

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Hello hello! Can I please request the following with Jace Wayland - Shadow hunters x reader? - I’m going to put some clothes on, after all. I am a lady” Thank you!

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Watch the whole thing 💀

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this hurled my wig into the rafters as a kid

juni cortez ran so tony stark could crawl

juni cortez ran so tony stark could die

Juni Cortez killed Tony Stark

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"Did she just tell me to shut up?" with Arya Stark?

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Clark x Reader

Requested by Anon



Clark raised his eyebrows as you burst into the room. He hadn’t met you yet. He’d seen your work of course. But as for his cousin introducing him to you. That hadn’t happened.

“Have you tried these!” You yelled as you came in with armfuls of donuts. “They’re so good. I do not know what they are but you have to try them!”

“They’re good right!” Kara said cheerfully. She chuckled as you dumped the donuts on the table, taking on in each hand. As you munched on them Kara glanced to Clark. “This is my cousin Clark, you know, Superman.”

“I’m not supposed to tell Superman he’s Clark Kent. Right Alex?” You asked in confusion. Alex deadpanned as she brushed donut crumbs off her suit.

“You’re not supposed to tell anyone that Superman is Clark Kent or the other way round.” Alex’s tone was almost angry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t fond of you. Just that between you’re cartoonish delight over earth and Kara’s constant pep she was emotionally drained and needed a break.

“Like the Kara rule.” You told Clark wisley. He nodded in agreement.

“You know they make those with jam in the middle, covered in sugar dust.” Clark commented as you took a bite out of each donut until they were gone.

“Oh that sounds good.” You hummed and licked your lips.

“(Y/N)’s powers burn a lot of energy on this planet. We’re trying to find a diet that doesn’t have her passing out after a fight.” Kara admitted. She smiled when Clark hummed and frowned.

“Well you’ll have to find something other than donuts or you’ll get sick of them. I’d suggest talking to our speedster friends about it.” He offered and Kara’s face lit up.

“Alex! We could go and ask Cisco. It would really help.” Kara said as she looked pleadingly at Alex.

Alex agreed. Mostly because she would get a break from you, and probably from Kara. She really needed a non superhero holiday.

“I could keep an eye on (Y/N) for you while you’re gone.” Clark offered. Kara looked at you to check if you were ok with the idea.

“We’ll look after Winn.” You said, glancing at Winn who was furiously cleaning donut icing off his computer.

Kara agreed and said goodbye, leaving with Clark to protect the city.

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“Everything is so green here.” You said to Clark as you flew to the nearest emergency. A building was collapsing.

“It wasn’t on your planet?” He asked before hurtling away to catch a concrete beam that was about to collapse.

Using what you’d practised with Kara you rushed everyone out of the building, checking for anyone else and only finding a rather startled dog. You reunited him with his owner and rushed up to help Clark.

“When I was young, we had a lot of plants, trees. The older I got the more my people fought. Kara says the planet she’s from is gone too. That earth is a good home for us. It’s so strange though.” 

“I imagine it is, Kara found it hard to adjust at first. She found her way through, she’s made a place for people like us, so we can protect the earth.”

“Alex wasn’t sure I could do it. But I practised with Kara. Now Alex says she’s proud of me. I protect Earth and Earth gives me a home. I like it like that, it makes me feel like I don’t have to hide away.” You explained. Clark smiled and nodded.

Watching he saw you notice the fire engine that was checking the building, you’d just emptied, slip. The ladder swung dangerously but before anyone could get caught you’d grabbed the ladder.

“Did I miss anything?” Kara asked as she rushed to Clark’s side.

“Just a hero in action.” Clark said fondly as he watched you help the firemen and women to safety.

“(Y/N)’s good right. Earth scared her at first but now… It’s great teaming up with her. Plus I don’t have to rush out to every single emergency. I have some back up.” Kara said and grinned as you caught sight of her and waved.

“Maybe I could borrow her sometime. I could use some help every now and then.” Clark said playfully. Kara nodded, agreeing that if you wanted to, she could spar her back up.

The three of you rushed back to the base to find an excited Cisco waiting to meet you. As well as Barry and Caitlin who greeted Kara warmly. Alex was sat back enjoying a donut, her eyes closed and noise cancelling headphones on as she enjoyed a few relaxing moments. 

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can i request Eric Northman with the prompt "did she just tell me to shut up?"

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Did you know there's a sexuality called theosexual? Someone who is theosexual is "someone who is only sexually attracted to God". Although the meaning is a lot different than to what I'm thinking.. Theo Raeken is a god. And fans treat him like a sex god. So this term makes me feel like it's been named for him. I know it wasn't. But that's what it feels like.

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Theo Raeken would convince you that it was named after him for sure. He’d bring it up all the time. 

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Elijah x Reader

Requested by Anon

Author’s Note: This went completely the other direction from what I was trying to aim for and it’s now super angsty.

Warnings: Death, mentions of sexual relationships, cheating




Sometimes, guiltily, you would find yourself thinking of the old times. You’d met him before you met your husband. Unable to resist him, ignoring your friends advice, you gave into him. No matter how long you went without seeing each other, when you met again, you’d fall together like star crossed lovers.

Safe to say he was the one person you couldn’t say no to. You’d told your partner about him. About how every time you saw each other, how it felt, how you were together. They hadn’t cared. When he came to you at your engagement party it had started again. You hadn’t seen him for years and you fell together.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Of all the people to have an affair with someone. Out of all the mikaelsons. You doubted anyone would have thought it would be Elijah that would go through with one. Some days you felt stabs of guilt.

On your wedding day you’d spent the morning with Elijah and he’d asked you not to go through with it. You told him to never find you again. That you didn’t want to see him again. He had to stop coming into your life and turning it upside down. You needed to pull yourself together and live.

He was angry, hurt, beyond anything you’d seen before. His fangs bared and he had kissed you, pulling you back to bed to prove that you were his. But it wasn’t Elijah anymore. Not the kind loving Mikaelson that had protected you from your siblings, who had loved you unconditionally.

That Elijah would have let you go. Something changed in him after New Orleans, as if he couldn’t lose you, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice one more thing in his life.

You went on with the wedding, reminding yourself of how much you loved your partner, how much you still did. For weeks Elijah left you alone. Happiness filled your home and your life. You’d convinced yourself that you’d gotten rid of him.

Until your partner insisted on a trip to Baton Rouge. Being so close to the Mikaelson’s nest made you uncomfortable. But Bonnie plied spells and Elena decided it was time she and Damon took a trip too. Knowing your friends were in the same city, a call away, a seconds run away from you, made it easier to breath.

“I’m going to head up to the room for a bit. I am worn out.” Your partner said as he kissed you.

“I’ll probably be up later, maybe you two want to hang out some more?” You asked as you turned to Elena and Damon. Damon had graciously paid for the meal, though more to make Elena swoon than anything.

“We’ll come up too.” Elena said happily. Once it was just the three of you she turned to look at you curiously. “How did you convince them here and not New Orleans.”

“I told them about Elijah. At first it was hard to understand. But having had some experience with vampires.” You paused as you shot a look at Damon, who at one time, had nearly eaten your partner. He raised his eyebrows and gave you an innocent look. “They understood and forgave me. It wasn’t easy. But I’ve been Elijah free for years. I don’t have any feelings for him any more.”

“Good. It’s nice to see you two happy. It’s nice to see you living. Out in the sun instead of in Elijah’s shadow.” Elena said. She took your hand as you walked back to the room. Damon paused for a moment and frowned as you approached the apartment you’d rented.

“(Y/N) wait.” He said quickly. But you’d already opened the door. On the other side was a nightmare. Elijah, bloodied, fangs bared as your partner was limp in his hands. Blood splattered everywhere and your hand flew to your mouth as you gasped. Elena grabbed you, running as fast as she could to get you away from there.

It was hours later when Damon found you. Elena had headed straight to a motel, rang Bonnie and begged for names of local witches that could perform protection spells. The next flight home didn’t come soon enough and she assured you that she and Damon would get you home, before Elijah could find you. But you didn’t hear her. It was like you were under water and she might as well have been talking gibberish.

“I’m sorry.” Damon muttered when he crouched in front of you. It was almost frightening. Seeing the one who’d seduced a Mikaelson, who scared Kol, huddled on an old, battered sofa, crying silently. He’d always regarded you too tough to cry.

“Couldn’t you do anything?” Elena asked hopefully.

“He was gone. I managed to fight Elijah off but… he. He was furious you’d moved on without him. I found Marcel. He helped bring Elijah back. Something happened to him, making it harder for him to hold onto his humanity. It doesn’t make what he did right, or ok.” Damon touched your shoulder gently before standing to call Stefan. 

“What do I do?” You said in a whisper. Elena sat next to you, her head on your shoulder as she took your hand in one of hers and wrapped her arm around you.

“Just… cope. For now. Get home, get through everything. We’re all right here. You can stay at the boarding house with us. We’ll keep you safe.”

Then there was the familiar pang of guilt. You’d lose your partner who had gone through so much with you. Who had stayed, no matter what. Now he was gone. All you could do was wonder what horror Elijah had been put through to make him act like this. To hurt someone that you loved. 

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