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Obsession | K.M
wordcount:651
pairing:klaus mikealson x reader
summary: klaus Mikaelson is obsessed with you, and a single, desperate kiss seals your fate.
In New Orleans, the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and something darker, something that was unmistakably Klaus Mikaelson.
He was full of an ancient sort of attraction.
Rumours of the city's magical underworld had drawn you here in search of a fresh start. He was something you weren't expecting.
The name Niklaus Mikaelson was not unnoticeable. A legend, a monster, and a monarch.
They had warned you to avoid him, but warnings didn't really matter when his eyes met yours at a dimly lit Royal Street jazz bar.
Leaning against the bar with the confidence that only centuries of life could bring, he was devastatingly beautiful.
The city's heartbeat suddenly synced with his as his blue eyes focused on you.
He whispered, "You must be new here," in a tone that was pleased and a silky guarantee of trouble.
You tilted your head unimpressively to meet his gaze. "And you must think that line still works."
Instead of struggling, his chuckle grew more intense.
Refusing to give him the upper hand, you crossed your arms and continued, "I'm just not easily impressed."
His lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so?"
This was Klaus, he was everywhere after that night. A shadow hovering at the edges of your life, never quite touching but always there. Roses showed up at your door with an unsigned message, but it was obvious. As if you didn't know any better, he showed up at your favourite café, all charm and false coincidence.
His gaze would linger a moment too long, a smirk hidden behind his coffee cup, and you could almost feel his eyes on you even when he wasn’t there.
Additionally, the body parts of another vampire who made the mistake by approaching you too closely were discovered in the alley behind the apartment as a cruel and quiet reminder that you were his to keep safe. There was no need for words.
There was nothing for him to say because you knew what it meant.
The way he chased you was intoxicating. When it came to you, a man who had everything seemed to become even more hungry.
He stood behind you one evening on his lavish estate's balcony, his breath warm against your skin.
"You should fear me," he whispered. "I am not the kind of man who loves softly."
You looked up into his eyes. "Maybe I don’t want you to be soft."
A part of him snapped.
You were trapped by his hands against the railing in a flash of speed.
A storm created inside of him caused his eyes to darken.
He threatened, "I would destroy you," in a voice full of intensity and a hint of affection.
Whispering, "Then destroy me,"
And then his lips crashed against yours, centuries of longing pouring into the kiss. It was possessive, desperate like he had been starving for you long before you ever existed.
Klaus's hands moved to your waist and held onto you as if he were afraid you could escape.
Centuries of loneliness and need compressed into a single, desperate moment, his kiss was fire and fury. You were something he needed, not simply something he wanted.
His breath was worked when he finally pulled out, resting his forehead against yours. In a respectful yet possessive manner, his fingers caressed your jaw.
His voice was thick with something dangerously near to vulnerability as he whispered, "Love, you don't understand what you're inviting." "I won't let go."
Unfazed, you looked him in the eye. "I don't want you to, maybe."
He let out a quick exhale that was half disbelief and half laughter. His dark, unreadable face took over across your lips as his thumb did.
"A stupid little thing," he said. . “You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me.”
For a thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson was a ruler, a monster, and a symbol of strength and evil. Damage was his closest companion, and ruin stalked behind him like a shadow. But something changed, something beautiful and terrifying as he whispered your name in between lips.
At last, he had discovered his weakness.
And it was you.
a/n: yall my first fic of tvd/originals how we feeling?? this type of fic is kinda like my other ones but yk that’s what I love to write sooo yeah !! Also thinking about writing Elijah I think he’s a great character to write so tell me what yall think??
Behind the Scenes | L.N
summary : ̗̀➛In the face of increasing tension, you and Lando have a deep and secret attraction.
pairing: ̗̀➛ Lando Norris x Journalist!reader
word count: ̗̀➛ 1,038
The paddock became a cold, dark mess as the rain continued to pour down. Desperate to get away from the storm, drivers and team members hurried between motor homes, heads down. However, you were forced to stand in the media pen with your microphone in hand and pretend that the rain wasn't getting inside your jacket.
It wasn't the worst part, though.
The worst part was him.
With his arms folded across his McLaren fireproofs, Lando stood a few steps away, adjusting himself. Even though his hair was wet and there were water drops running down his jaw, he looked calm and beautiful as usual, other than the glint of annoyance in his eyes.
That look was too familiar to you.
He had no intention to do this.
But neither did you.
because nobody was aware.
Nobody was aware that you were his, that every harsh comment made during a news conference was met with hushed regrets in hotel rooms, that every long look across the paddock resulted in tangled sheets and desperate kisses behind locked doors.
He had to act as though none of it was genuine at the moment.
The camera light went red, and you took a short breath, taming your facial features into something calm. It's showtime.
"Lando," you said in a firm voice. "P9 today. Not exactly where you expected to end."
He let out a breath and cocked his head. "fit analysis."
His tone was biting, but you overlooked it. "After the pit stop, it appeared that you were having trouble maintaining your hold.”
“Could you explain what happened ?”
Lando's mouth tightened. "I can. But you probably already have your own version of the story.”
You twisted the microphone in your fingers. He was pushing and testing. As he always did when he was angry. And with half the paddock acting as if they weren't listening, you couldn't react the way you wanted to.
You looked at him sharply. "I would prefer to hear it from you."
There was a flash in his eyes. Frustrated? Laughs? More than that?
With a sigh, he ran a hand through his damp curls.
“After the pitstop , the vehicle lacked speed. The undercut didn't operate as we had hoped. That's all.”
You raised an eyebrow. "That simple?"
There was a faint twitch in his lips. "It can be that simple sometimes."
The wind whipped between you as the rain pummelled harder. Only you and Lando were aware of the tension, even if some of the other drivers had turned their heads.
How much he wanted to be near you.
How much you wanted to reach for him and break the rules.
You cleared your throat instead. “ Final question. On the radio, you sounded irritated. Was the team the target of that, or—
Lando shifted on his feet and sighed. "Is it fun to put me on the spot?"
You suppressed a grin.“It’s my job, Norris.”
His eyes darkened, but now something else was there, something that, regardless of the cold, made you feel hot.
A few seconds later, he leaned in a little and spoke in a voice that only you could hear.
“Can’t wait for you to do your job later.”
Your breath caught. It was clear what he meant when he talked.
You were about to argue, scold him, or do something, but he was already backing off and smiling at the cameras as if nothing had happened.
Lando Norris disappeared into the rain in a matter of seconds, leaving you breathless, nervous, and eager to see what would happen behind closed doors.
The rain had turned to a light drizzle by the time you finished your interviews and returned to the paddock. The cameras had stopped recording, the media pen had been cleared, and the majority of the drivers had gone to their garages
Lando, however, was waiting.
You saw him with his arms crossed and his hood up, leaning against the McLaren entrance .
He appeared to be just another driver dodging the rain to anyone else, but you knew better. His lips curved into something knowing and arrogant the instant your eyes met.
Despite rolling your eyes, you moved in his direction and slipped through the sliding doors. You walked as you got shivers down your spine from him following you.
"You were having fun with that, weren't you?" You mumbled without looking back.
"Having fun with what?" He teased in a quiet voice.
With a sigh, you let your bag fall onto a chair. "acting like an absolute ass in front of everybody."
A laugh. Then, his hands holding you waist just enough to cause you to let out a bit strongly.
He said, his breath warm against your neck, "You like it when I push you."
You took a long breath, rolled your eyes, and turned to glare up at him." “I like it when you act professional for few minutes so I don’t have to work twice as hard to clean up your mess.”
Lando tilted his head and grinned. "You enjoy cleaning up my mess."
You were about to start an argument but as soon as you opened your mouth he pressed his lips to yours, closing the gap between you.
His hands moved up your sides and wrapped around your jacket as if he needed you closer during the slow but meaningful kiss.
The tension from earlier melted into something else, something powerful, and you melted into him with your hands grabbing the fabric of his race suit.
"Are you still upset with me?" he whispered, stepping back just enough.
Your eyes narrowed. "You're crazy"
Lando smiled. "But here you are anyway."
He simply laughed and grabbed your wrist before you could get away, despite your yelling and pulling at his chest.
"Stay," he said, his tone now softer and more serious.
Your determination failed. You were supposed to return to the press room, edit interviews, and pretend that nothing was going on. However, here, in private, with Lando staring at you like this.
You let out a breath. "Only for a short time."
He smiled mischievously. "You said that the last time."
You already knew you weren't going anywhere, just like the last time.
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I will write fluff and angst but no actual smut only suggestive. I won’t write anything that is problematic. You can request anything as long as it is not offensive or weird and I will try my best to write it and I don’t condone any toxic relationship stuff this is just literature ..
people who I often write :
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Obsession | K.M
wordcount:651
pairing:klaus mikealson x reader
summary: klaus Mikaelson is obsessed with you, and a single, desperate kiss seals your fate.
In New Orleans, the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and something darker, something that was unmistakably Klaus Mikaelson.
He was full of an ancient sort of attraction.
Rumours of the city's magical underworld had drawn you here in search of a fresh start. He was something you weren't expecting.
The name Niklaus Mikaelson was not unnoticeable. A legend, a monster, and a monarch.
They had warned you to avoid him, but warnings didn't really matter when his eyes met yours at a dimly lit Royal Street jazz bar.
Leaning against the bar with the confidence that only centuries of life could bring, he was devastatingly beautiful.
The city's heartbeat suddenly synced with his as his blue eyes focused on you.
He whispered, "You must be new here," in a tone that was pleased and a silky guarantee of trouble.
You tilted your head unimpressively to meet his gaze. "And you must think that line still works."
Instead of struggling, his chuckle grew more intense.
Refusing to give him the upper hand, you crossed your arms and continued, "I'm just not easily impressed."
His lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so?"
This was Klaus, he was everywhere after that night. A shadow hovering at the edges of your life, never quite touching but always there. Roses showed up at your door with an unsigned message, but it was obvious. As if you didn't know any better, he showed up at your favourite café, all charm and false coincidence.
His gaze would linger a moment too long, a smirk hidden behind his coffee cup, and you could almost feel his eyes on you even when he wasn’t there.
Additionally, the body parts of another vampire who made the mistake by approaching you too closely were discovered in the alley behind the apartment as a cruel and quiet reminder that you were his to keep safe. There was no need for words.
There was nothing for him to say because you knew what it meant.
The way he chased you was intoxicating. When it came to you, a man who had everything seemed to become even more hungry.
He stood behind you one evening on his lavish estate's balcony, his breath warm against your skin.
"You should fear me," he whispered. "I am not the kind of man who loves softly."
You looked up into his eyes. "Maybe I don’t want you to be soft."
A part of him snapped.
You were trapped by his hands against the railing in a flash of speed.
A storm created inside of him caused his eyes to darken.
He threatened, "I would destroy you," in a voice full of intensity and a hint of affection.
Whispering, "Then destroy me,"
And then his lips crashed against yours, centuries of longing pouring into the kiss. It was possessive, desperate like he had been starving for you long before you ever existed.
Klaus's hands moved to your waist and held onto you as if he were afraid you could escape.
Centuries of loneliness and need compressed into a single, desperate moment, his kiss was fire and fury. You were something he needed, not simply something he wanted.
His breath was worked when he finally pulled out, resting his forehead against yours. In a respectful yet possessive manner, his fingers caressed your jaw.
His voice was thick with something dangerously near to vulnerability as he whispered, "Love, you don't understand what you're inviting." "I won't let go."
Unfazed, you looked him in the eye. "I don't want you to, maybe."
He let out a quick exhale that was half disbelief and half laughter. His dark, unreadable face took over across your lips as his thumb did.
"A stupid little thing," he said. . “You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me.”
For a thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson was a ruler, a monster, and a symbol of strength and evil. Damage was his closest companion, and ruin stalked behind him like a shadow. But something changed, something beautiful and terrifying as he whispered your name in between lips.
At last, he had discovered his weakness.
And it was you.
a/n: yall my first fic of tvd/originals how we feeling?? this type of fic is kinda like my other ones but yk that’s what I love to write sooo yeah !! Also thinking about writing Elijah I think he’s a great character to write so tell me what yall think??
Beyond The Finish Line | CL16
pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
summary: A heartfelt moment helps Charles find comfort and self-worth beyond failure.
genre: angst with a fluffy ending
I found him in the quiet paddock. Too silent. It’s completely still, like if it's keeping its air.
Charles remained in the Ferrari garage, leaned on a folding chair with his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. I paused at the doorway, observing him for a while. He appeared so small, in contrast to the confident man who drove the car.
I hated seeing him like this.
“Charles?” I whispered.
He didn't raise his head. "Go home," he said, entering nevertheless and shutting the door. "No chance. Do you think I'll let you spend the entire night sitting alone?
No reply. My heart hurt even more when he remained quiet.
"Charles," I said once more, harder this time, and moved across the room to face him. "Speak to me."
When he did look up, his emerald eyes had become worn and red-rimmed. "What is there to discuss?"
"You tell me."
With a sigh, he leaned back and gazed at the ceiling. "I failed everyone. The team. The supporters. Myself. Once more.
When he finished speaking, his voice broke, and it took everything in me not to pull him into my arms right then and there.
I said, sitting in front of him so he couldn't avoid my eyes, "You didn't let anyone down." "Charles, you put your all out there. All anyone can ask is that.
"It's not enough," he replied angrily. "It never is."
"It's for me."
At that, he froze. His eyes slowly came into contact with mine, and I could see his confusion and doubt there. His voice was raw and gentle as he said, "Why?" "When I keep failing, why do you still believe in me?"
My heart began to crumble even more. Before I could question my words, I blurted out, "Because I know who you are." Charles, you're more than just a driver to me. You're a tough person who plays this sport. You're a good person who truly cares about others. That's the reason.
He simply looked at me for a moment, as though he was unsure whether or not he could trust me. Then he let out an anxious breath and combed his hair.
"To me, you're too good," he whispered.
"You make it easy," I replied, smiling a little.
It was like light seeping through the clouds as an eerie image of a smile grasped at his lips.
I stood up and extended my hand, saying, "Come on." "Let's leave this place."
He hesitated and asked, "Where?" "Anywhere but here."
He told me he used to go to this view outside the city when he was younger. In the distance, the car's lights sparkled, yet everything seemed darker here. less noisy.
With his arms folded, Charles gazed out at the scenery while leaning against the hood of my car. After some time, he said, "I used to come here whenever I needed to think."
"What were your thoughts?" As I stood next to him, I asked.
"Me winning. proving myself. bringing honour to my father. The softening of his voice as he spoke about his father made my heart hurt.
"And now?" I lightly pushed. "Now." He walked off staring at the horizon. "Now, I question whether it was all worth it."
My chest tightened as I turned to face him. "Stop saying that."
"It's true," he said quietly. Something always happens just when I believe I'm getting closer. A mistake, a collision, fate... I feel like I'm pursuing a goal that is impossible.
I put my hand on his arm and moved ahead of him. "Listen to me, Charles. You are more than all that you accomplish. More than the victories or losses. You have no one to prove anything to. Not to yourself, not to the team, and not to the supporters.
For some time, the pain in his eyes was nearly unbearable as he gave me a serious look.
"You think that's true?" he said quietly.
"With all my heart," I said in a firm voice.
I could sense the change in the atmosphere between us—the hidden bond that had always existed but was simply waiting for the proper time.
With a slight smile on his lips, he continued, "You know, I don't think I've ever thanked you for putting up with me."
In an attempt to lighten the situation, I mocked, "You haven't." However, I thought it was stated.
His laughter was warm and sincere. Thank you for everything."I answered, scarcely raising my voice above a whisper, "Charles, you don't have to thank me." "I want to be here, so I am."
For a minute, it seemed as though the world disappeared and there were only the two of us as his face softened. He gently put his hand against mine and linked his fingers with mine.
“He said, his voice a little shaky, "I don't know where I'd be without you."
I squeezed his hand and whispered, "You don't have to." "I won't be leaving."
Then he giggled, a genuine smile that extended to his eyes. And that night, for the first time, I caught a glimpse of the Charles I knew—the one who never gave up.
I came to a conclusion as we stood hand in hand. He might never have the same level of self-confidence that I did. However, I would remind him whenever I could while I was here.
Because he had already won in my eyes.
A/N: guys this is lowkey bad but hope you enjoyed this!! anyways im working on the Charles Leclerc series and i think you guys are gonna like it!!!
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