table } { love bingo round 3

[iluvroadrunner6]

And this is my table for love_bingo posted on DW because most of my stuff is going to wind up posted here anyway.

FINISHED FILLS

Love Binds Hearts: all along i believed i would find you, Haven, Nathan/Audrey, 1037 words.

Somebody to Love: i have spent all my years believing you, Throne of Shadows, Dean/Christine, 1028 words.

Un-break my Heart: i don't have to have these dreams no more, The Vampire Diaries/Buffyverse, Matt/Buffy, 1442 words.

Love Potion: i took my troubles down to madam ruth, Supernatural/Vampire: the Masquerade, Sam/Artemis, Dean/Everyone, 1002 words.

Family Ties: and the boy has a bite better far than his bark, Teen Wolf/Buffyverse, Derek/Dawn, 1650 words.

Vengeance: but if they get their chance they'll end it for sure, Everworld/Heroes of Olympus, Christopher/Piper, 786 words.

Widowhood: for parting is not goodbye, White Collar, Peter/El, 2,740 words.

Comfort: there is one thing that remains forever true, White Collar, Neal/Sara, 1,749 words.

Walk on the Beach: i wanna taste the way that you bleed, Riftverse, Stefan/Scarlett, 1,336 words.

Commitment Ceremony: well i know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, Doctor Who, Doctor & Rory, 807 words

Seduction: just wanna try you on, Faenanigans, Rebekah/Hayley, 783 words

Why?: oh i'm sorry, but i'm still mad at you, The Vampire Diaries/Teen Wolf, Stefan/Allison, 1,081 words

Tenderness: there's some kind of blessing here, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor/Jane, 832 words

Tenderness: give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright, Faenanigans, Emily Bennett, 1,291 words

Polygamy: but this don't even feel like falling, The Vampire Diaries, Bonnie/Caroline/Elena, 939 words

One More Night: or maybe we could stick around for just one more drink, Beyond the Rift, Castiel & Cassie, 974 words

Indecent Proposal: you got yourself into your own mess, White Collar/Vampire Diaries-verse, Neal/Rebekah, 918 words

All By Myself: careful the wish you make, Riftverse, Charlie & Dylan, 806 words

Marriage of Convenience: maybe the problem's simply codependency, Buffyverse/Supernatural, Sam/Lilah, 610 words

Cherish: you're just like a dream, Teen Wolf (AU), Parrish/Laura, 702 words

Disagreement: when i'm out on the road, i gotta be in control, The Vampire Diaries, Elena & the Salvatores, 777 words

Yes!: please take my hand, Supernatural/Star Trek (AU), Dean/Christine, 829 words

Lovers' Quarrel: a kick in the teeth is good for some, Teen Wolf/Buffyverse, Peter/Buffy, 702 words

In the Name of Love: i'd walk to you if i had no other way, Teen Wolf (AU), Stiles/Cora, 929 words

Best Friends: you know i'll never be lonely, Doctor Who, Amy/Rory, 621 words

CLAIMED PROMPTS:
love binds hearts ~ havendiarynatural-verse ~ throughworlds
somebody to love ~ dean/christine ~ hypospraying
un-break my heart ~ surprise crossover!! ~ mothering
love potion ~ sam/artemis ~ stranger_to_the_rain
family ties ~ teen vampire slayer-verse ~ grumpypuppy
comfort ~ white collar ~ burkethejerk (Soldier)
best friends ~ ponds ~ keptbiting
vengeance ~ titanic and tacos ~ cute_andviolent
one more night ~ cas & cassie ~ ohstarryeyed
walking on the beach ~ the ship of bad life choices ~ damagedone
all by myself ~ angel bffs ~ inthistwilight
commitment ceremony ~ smith & williams ~ bowtimeandspace
polygamy ~ bonnie/elena/some really lucky duck ~ judgy
tenderness ~ emily bennett (faenanigans) ~ judgy
seduction ~ hayley/rebekah or other sexy lady times ~ ihaveclaws
indecent proposal ~ neal/rebekah ~ easily
marriage of convenience ~ sam/lilah ~ succubitch
why? ~ stefan/allison ~ transferee
tenderness ~ marvel cinematic universe ~ shesearches
widowhood ~ elizabeth burke ~ burkethejerk WHO IS A TERRIBLE PERSON
disagreement ~ elena and the salvatores ~ titfortat
yes! ~ dean/christine ~ hypospraying
lover's quarrel ~ buffy/peter ~ cunningwolf
in the name of love ~ canon au ~ fadingspark
cherish ~ parrish/laura (regency) ~ fireproofdeputy


Requests are acceptable if you know I know the fandom. Please provide them at your leisure. Otherwise I'll just write whatever I want.

Final Word Count:
24,630 words

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[judgy]

polygamy - bonnie/elena/person(s) of your choosing
tenderness - emily bennett (faenanigans)
seduction - hayley/rebekah or some other wonderful femslash idek

just wanna try you on ~ faenanigans ~ 783 words

[likeaweapon]

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

It’s a question that’s asked innocently as Rebekah and Hayley recover after the latest bacchanal, sprawled out on one of the large, lavish bedrooms that rest above Klaus’ club. It’s almost asked lazily, as though Hayley already knows the answer, but wants to ask anyway just to be sure. The benefits of being much, much older than the brunette woman is that there’s probably not a lot of things that Rebekah hasn’t tried, but Rebekah appreciates that she was courteous enough to ask all the same. Her fingers trail slowly through her hair for a moment, before leaning back against the pillows as she considers.

“Several, actually,” she admits. “There were times when my brothers took to terrorizing every male suitor I had, so I had to get … resourceful. Fortunately for me, those were also the periods of time when men were the most insufferable. Having a woman’s company instead of a man’s was preferred.”

“Really?” Hayley raises an eyebrow curiously as she rolls over to face her.

“Yes, really,” Rebekah replies as she shifts over to match her positioning on the bed. “When you’re with a woman, there is no secondary purpose of conception.” Her hand moves up slightly, before letting her fingers trail along the line of her arm. “The only concern is the pleasure of both you and your partner. And a woman is much more in tune with what is actually pleasurable than a man used to be.”

“I take it men didn’t exactly care back then?”

“There were a few, whose reputations depended on it,” she teases, thinking of the great Casanovas that have dotted history. “But as for the rest, they all simply cared about their own pleasure, and nothing more.”

“How stingy of them,” Hayley replies, before she shivers quietly under Rebekah’s touch. She’s not doing anything particularly sensual, allowing the conversation to do most of that for her, and when her eyes open again, they glow a bright gold. “They should really learn to share.”

“Indeed.” Rebekah pauses for a moment, before moving her fingers up Hayley’s arm again, this time moving past her shoulder and dancing across her clavicle. “Have you? Been with a woman, I mean.”

Hayley pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. “Didn’t really know it was an option before I came here. In the pack, it was just … expected I’d marry Jackson. The end.”

“So they didn’t really … allow you to get adventurous then? Explore your possibilities?”

Hayley shakes her head as Rebekah’s fingers meet the name of her neck, settling comfortably under her touch. “Ever since I started coming to the bacchanal, though … ”

“You’ve started to get curious.” Rebekah smiles as she finishes the sentence, inching a bit closer so that their bodies are pressed together more, one leg slipping between Hayley’s to use as leverage to bring her closer. “Wondering what it might be like?”

“I’ve seen … ” There’s a gasp as Rebekah’s fingers are replaced with her lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. “ … I’ve seen a lot. But I haven’t tried any of it.”

This isn’t the first time that they’ve wound up tangled like this, under more innocent circumstances. Best friends are best friends and often wind up in each other’s space more often than not. But this is something different. Something charged with electricity and sensuality, and not a line that they can take back once they’ve crossed it. Hayley has her pack expectations, whether or not Rebekah agrees with them, and Rebekah has whatever she has with Damon, though she don’t think that Damon will care about what’s happening here.

(Maybe a little hurt that he wasn’t invited, but this is the kind of thing that Rebekah isn’t inclined to share.)

As much as she wants to just jump in, relish in the moment and take advantage of the opportunity presented them, she needs to make sure that Hayley understands what’s happening. What they can’t go back from. She pulls back so that she’s meeting the other woman’s eyes, shifting to cup the side of her face so that she can hold Hayley’s gaze.

“Are you sure? That this is what you want.”

Hayley swallows hard before nodding, her hips pushing forward to meet Rebekah’s in a soft grind, and the other woman moans for a moment, but doesn’t push back, not yet.

“Say it. I need to hear it.”

“Yes.”

One soft, breathless word, and Rebekah nods, pulling her closer so that her lips are a hair’s breath away. She brushes one finger against her cheekbones before whispering her response.

“Kiss me.”

give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright ~ faenanigans ~ 1,299 words

[bennettblood]

Emily Bennett is not the most notable of the Bennett line, but she’s certainly infamous enough to hear the whispers that circle around her when she happens to walk into a room. For the most part, she happens to be known for her tendency to disappear. She has her reasons for disappearing, reasons that date back to the Salvatore brothers and a fateful day in 1864, but when it comes to things that matter, things that are important, she always finds her way back into town again, one way or another.

This is one of those things that are important.

Sheila doesn’t want to call Qetsiyah about this, and she certainly doesn’t blame her for that. Telling the progenitor of their druidic line that things have drastically changed is a hard choice, but Emily isn’t afraid of their First Born. She never has been, and she isn’t about to start now. That also, however, happens to be one of the reasons why she’s always leaving, but she’ll come home for this, now, and for the grim looks crossing Sheila and Abby’s faces when she walks in the room. Sheila’s looking older than she was when she last saw her, which is funny, considering Emily is the older of the two, but it is a look befitting the Ash, the leader of the Light, and probably the only Fae elder that Emily actually respects.

“What’s wrong?” Emily asks, glancing between both of their grim faces. “I came as soon as I got your message.”

“Bonnie’s started presenting.” There’s a moment of silence as Abby continues, fear and concern crossing her features, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “She’s taking after her father.”

Emily’s eyes drift from Abby to Sheila, and then over to Rudy, who she hadn’t noticed immediately in the corner. The incubus stands tall, but silent, the quiet pride rolling off of him. Emily knows that it isn’t that he would have cared if Bonnie had taken after either bloodline – but Bonnie being a succubus, rather than a druid, means she is free from Qetsiyah’s control. She doesn’t have to descend into the pitfalls of being born of such a powerful bloodline.

In some ways, Emily can’t help but agree with him. But she also knows the consequences of this – Qetsiyah will only care about keeping her bloodlines pure. Which means they need to find a way to keep her off of Qetsiyah’s radar, and give her somewhere to hide. That is her goal, more than anything else, except for the fact that she knows why Sheila has brought her here, and she wants no part of it.

“It was a risk,” she says to Abby, tipping her head to the side. “You knew that when you became pregnant with her.”

“Yes, well, you need to fix it.” Her voice is tense and tight, but low, so that Bonnie, wherever she is in the house, doesn’t hear them. “You need to change it before she finds out and reigns down hell on all of us.”

Emily grits her teeth for a moment, before shaking her head. “I can’t do what you’re asking me to do.”

“You’ve done it before,” Abby replies, tone accusing. “In 1864 – ”

“In 1864, I was foolish and young, and people were killed.” Emily’s eyes flash as she turns on her descendant, determination in her tone, even though her voice doesn’t rise. “I cannot change what nature has set forth. Your daughter is a succubus. You need to learn to live with that, and find another way.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Sheila tips her head to the side, and smirks, though there’s no mirth to it. “Eventually, Qetsiyah is going to start asking about the status of the latest Light witch of the Bennett line. What will we tell her, exactly?”

Emily pauses, considering for a moment, before smirking. “What Light witch?”

“Emily.” Sheila’s tone is the kind that will not tolerate vague sass at this crucial juncture, but Emily will ignore that in favor of heading to the stairs.

“Where is she? Upstairs?” The question is directed at Rudy and he nods in agreement, and Emily ignores the protests of her descendants and head up the stairs to find Bonnie. It doesn’t take long to find her room and the slight teenage girl sitting on her bed. She pauses only long enough to step inside and close the door behind her, and at the click! of the door, Bonnie looks up, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Who are you?”

“Hello, Bonnie,” Emily begins with a soft smile. “My name is Emily.” There’s a pause as that recognition sinks in, and then comes fear, as though she’s jumping to the same conclusion her mother had and Emily is quick to reach and place her hand over Bonnie’s giving them a small, gentle squeeze. “I am not here to hurt you.”

“But you were sent into hiding by the Ash,” Bonnie’s confusion is clear in her voice, and she frees one hand from Emily’s grasp as she goes to brush back the tears from her cheek. “After you tried to change – ”

“I am not here to do that to you. I made that quite clear to both your mother and your grandmother.” She pauses for a moment, before moving to sit in the seat next to her. “But that doesn’t mean you are safe. Eventually our First Born is going to come for you, and when she discovers what you are, her reaction will be swift and violent. The only way we can keep that from happening is if you listen to me very carefully, and come away with me.”

Bonnie tries to let that sink in, before she shakes her head. “I don’t understand. My mother is letting you do this?”

“Your mother wants me to change you. To try and put you through an extremely painful process that will awaken the latent power in your genetics and suppress your succubus genes. It will destroy you, before you even know who you are.” Emily reaches over and brushes a hand against the side of her face gently. “She is desperate, and scared, and I do not blame her for feeling this way, but I told her that I would have no part of it.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take you with me, to New Orleans.” Emily’s voice is quiet and calm, as it always is. “And I will introduce you to a friend of mine who will help you find protection with the Dark.”

“The Dark?” Bonnie jerks her hands away, almost as though she’s ready to bolt and Emily holds up her hands in surrender.

“They are not the terrible people you think they are. Not all of them, anyway. And they will be able to protect you better than the Light can.” Bonnie stills and Emily reaches forward again, giving her hands a soft squeeze. “It is your choice, Bonnie. But this is the one that will keep you safe.”

“Who – ” There’s a brief pause as Bonnie tries to regain some of her composure, before she swallows. “Who will I be staying with?”

“His name is Damon,” she says softly. “Damon Salvatore.”

“Do I really have to leave?” Bonnie swallows hard as she looks away. “This isn’t my fault.”

“I know,” Emily sighs. “But Qetsiyah is not the kind who cares. I’m sorry that this is happening to you, but this is the way you will be the safest.”

Bonnie is quiet for a long time, letting the information sink in and turning it over and over in her head for a moment before she finally takes a deep breath and nods.

“When do we leave?”

but this don't even feel like falling ~ the vampire diaries ~ 939 words

[braveandstupid]

No one ever questions three women living together. Especially not when they’re first starting out.

They leave Mystic Falls with no intention of looking back, hitting the road and leaving nothing but the highway behind them. Two vampires and a witch, connected by the inevitable, by being best friends since before they ever knew what friends were, so when three hot coeds show up to live together, no landlord ever question what exactly they do in that apartment. They don’t blink when they tell them they can manage on two bedrooms, why they need a California king put into one of the rooms, while the second bedroom always looks unused, beyond the closet.

(Caroline suspects they already know, and teases them for being some perverts wet dream, that they’re giving the guy spank bank material for days, but beyond hitting her with a pillow and a God, Caroline they don’t seem to give them all that much protest. It keeps their rent low and the landlord is never overly gross about it, so they leave it be.)

Still, Elena doesn’t regret this choice, she never could. If she was going to have to spend an eternity with someone, she was going to have it be with her best friends. She can’t think of anything more perfect than that.

Every decade or so, they have to change towns to try and distract from the fact that Caroline and Elena don’t age, but that doesn’t change the fact that Bonnie does. She grows into herself and her power, a formidable witch in any light. She’s never any less beautiful either, not to Caroline and certainly not to Elena. But with getting older comes certain wants. And while Caroline and Elena will always look like college party girls, Bonnie wants something more.

“I want to have a baby.” She brings it up as the three of them are lying in bed together, Elena and Caroline on either side of her, and Elena picks up her head curiously, a want that isn’t completely foreign stirring in her chest from where she buried it long ago, when she became a vampire and left her mortal life behind.

“Yeah?” she asks, tipping her head to the side.

“Yeah,” Bonnie says with a nod, before pushing herself up on her elbows a bit, forcing Elena and Caroline to do the same. “But … I want to have it. Not just adopt it. I want it to be my blood, to teach it magic, to … to continue the line I broke. Maybe start a new one.” There’s a pause before she shakes her head. “I don’t know.”

“No, hey,” Elena reaches forward and gives her hand a soft squeeze. “I get it. I do. And I want you to have that.” More than anything, that’s what she wants. But there are some complications there, and Caroline is quick to fill in those blanks for her.

“That doesn’t change the fact that we’re kind of ill-equipped to make that happen.” Caroline glances. “Aside from the obvious, we are very, very undead and I’m not sure I want to turn this threesome into a foursome for a guy.”

“Which is fair, but that’s what sperm banks are for, right?” Elena offers helpfully, before shifting to reach for her phone. “They get all this information so we can figure out exactly where it’s coming from.”

“Actually, I already had a donor in mind,” Bonnie speaks up and Caroline gives her a shrewd look as she listens.

“How long have you been thinking about this without actually telling us?”

“A while,” Bonnie admits sheepishly before reaching over and taking Elena’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I was thinking of asking Jeremy.” Elena’s eyes go a little wide because she knows about her brother and Bonnie’s previous relationship and that just sent all kinds of implications spinning. Caroline, almost as though she’s reading Elena’s mind, looks like she’s about to spit them out but Bonnie is quick to grasp both their hands tightly. “Because he’s a Gilbert. Not because he’s Jeremy.” There’s a beat as she continues. “He’s the only male relative you two have between you. So it’s probably the closest we could get to me having a baby that’s really ours.”

Elena’s heart skips a beat at that, and Bonnie’s thumb brushes over the back of her hand gently, drawing her attention back to her. She then shifts her arms to pull them back in closer again, pressing shoulder to shoulder between them.

“But only if this is okay with both of you. Because this would be our baby, after all. And we’d all be doing this together.”

“Of course I’m okay with it.” Elena’s response is swift and immediate, shifting her arms to pull her in closer into a tight hug. “It’s your decision, Bonnie, I want you to do it in a way that makes you happy.”

“Never mind that even as a vampire, Elena is total mom material,” Caroline chimes in from her place on the other side of Bonnie.

“You get a say in this too.” Bonnie squeezes her hand pointedly. “We do this, we’re doing it together. Just like we always have.”

Caroline laughs, before nodding. “Yeah. I’m in. If Jeremy is in, let’s do this.”

Bonnie looks between both of them gratefully for a moment, before pulling them in closer. Elena reaches across her to Caroline does the same, wrapping their arms around each other tightly. “I love you both.”

“We love you too,” Caroline nods. “And this is gonna be good.”

Elena can’t help but smile and nods as well. “Yeah, it will.”