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Witches Get Stitches

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 11 Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it."

Summary: Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Word Count: 1,352

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, not descriptive

A/N: This doesn't even follow the Originals timeline/canon a little bit lol

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I groaned as I slowly came back to consciousness, my head throbbing. The last thing I remembered, I'd been talking to Genevieve, a resurrected New Orleans with who'd been dancing on the line between ally and enemy.

She took a great, giant leap into the enemy category when I forced my eyes open to find her smiling at me, looking immensely satisfied with herself. I tried to stand, maybe make a move to rip her head off, but my wrists were chained to the walls on either side of me. I was trapped.

"I'm going to kill you," I spat, not bothering with pleasantries or pretending. Genevieve smiled like she'd expected me to say that.

"I know you think we're the bad guys here," she said, giving me a sympathetic expression that made me want to rip her head off. Literally. "But we're not. You've been dating the bad guy, and you've been so blind you haven't been able to realize it."

I rolled my eyes so far back in my head that I could see the wall behind me. I'd heard this same nonsense a thousand times from a thousand different people, and it never got any less irritating or boring.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N," Genevieve said, walking towards me with a very menacing swagger in her step. "I'm just going to make you see the truth."

Before I could hit back with a retort, she raised her hands to the side of my head, and I went spiraling back through my own memories.

For a witch who'd managed to catch me, one of the oldest vampires in creation, in the home of my boyfriend, one of the other oldest vampires in creation, I'd expected more, honestly. But her plan wasn't particularly creative.

She forced me to relive some of my worst moments in my thousand years with Nik. We'd been together as humans, and he'd turned me not long after Esther turned the rest of them, so there was plenty of material for her to work with. Nik and I had been through hell and back, mostly due to enemies, but sometimes due to each other.

Genevieve made me sit through a few particularly bad moments, then pulled me out of her little trance, staring into my eyes like she expected some kind of connection.

"For a thousand years, he's lied, cheated, and backstabbed," she said, her voice low and grave. "He's left a trail of blood, pain, and suffering in his wake. You haven't been spared from his list of victims, even if you've convinced yourself you have."

I closed my eyes, taking a long breath in through my nose. This was getting tedious.

"We've decided to put an end to his reign of terror. We'd like you to join us. So what do you say?"

I fixed her with my best 'really?' stare, which I'd perfected using on Nik.

"Genevieve, let me explain something to you." My voice was quiet, faux-patient, with an undertone of promised violence the way I'd perfected from hearing Nik do so many times. "For more than one thousand years, Niklaus Mikaelson and I have had each others' backs, through everything. We're partners, best friends, and the loves of each others lives. One thousand years of a relationship does not come without bumps, and problems, and things we have to spend a long time working through. Every single time, we have done so successfully.

"One thousand years as a Mikaelson has also come with hundreds of people just like you, Genevieve. They've tried to get to Nik through me, or they've tried to turn me against him, or a thousand other attempts at causing us problems by breaking us apart. And not one of them, in all that time, has succeeded. And do you know what else, Genevieve?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a little snort, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed and the flicker of fear in the back of her eyes.

"Every single one of those people who tried to come at me and Nik? They're dead. And we're still standing."

Genevieve snorted, louder this time, shaking her head as she straightened and backed away from me. I stared her down, letting a feral smile slowly drag its way onto my face.

"Fine. If you won't help us, then I have no more use for you. So-"

"Oh dear. I hope that sentence isn't going to end in a threat against my lovely partner over there."

Genevieve whipped around, and I smiled at the sight we both found over her shoulder. Nik had arrived, covered in blood and grinning in the way that made my heart race. Clearly, he'd worked his way through at least some of the witches outside to get here. I grinned back at him.

"Your hold over this place, this world, is coming to an end, Klaus," said Genevieve, standing her ground remarkably well. "The two of you have terrorized this place long enough."

"Now you're bringing my girlfriend into it?" asked Nik, raising one eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice. "Well, I really can't let that stand, now can I?"

"You're not going to have a choice," Genevieve growled. With that, she flung her arms out, whipping up a witchy storm to throw at Nik just as two more witches came into the room. Nik held his own alright—he was the Original Hybrid after all—but he couldn't stand on his own against three powers like this forever.

He needed help. And I was going to give it to him.

I closed my eyes, getting into the headspace I'd had to reach more times than I'd ever wanted to, but that had gotten Nik and I out of more than a few hard spots. Pure rage and a desire to protect the man I loved washed over me, and I pulled against my restraints with all my strength. I dislocated my thumbs to get them out of the cuffs, stifling a scream, then got to my feet and rushed Genevieve before she could realize I was free.

The next minutes were a blur. They always were, whenever Nik and I were in a fight like this. After landing a few hits and killing both of Genevieve's little helpers, I saw Nik go down. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and I saw red as I whirled on Genevieve.

A few moments later, Genevieve followed Nik to the ground, although she was a little more dead. I stayed standing, trying to recover from the adrenaline. After I'd had a few moments, I crouched down next to Nik.

"Hey. Nik, wake up," I said, gently shaking his shoulder to try to rouse him. After a moment, thankfully, his eyelids fluttered. A second later, he sat into a seating position, looking ready for a fight. I quickly reached out to calm him, to reassure him that we were fine.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes still a little wild, even as he saw the bodies around us and started calming down.

"You lost it. Well, we lost it. Genevieve kidnapped me to get to you, you lost it on her and her little followers over that. She seriously hurt you, so I lost it and helped you finish them off. Same thing we've been running for a thousand years. We're alright."

Nik nodded, letting out a sigh and sagging a little. Then, he looked at me with a grin.

"You'd think after a thousand years they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

I sighed. "No kidding. Maybe this'll be the one that sticks."

Nik and I shared a smile as I leaned into him, kissing him softly before standing and offering a hand to help him up. No matter where we went or how much time passed, people would probably always try to come after me and Nik. But together, we were completely unstoppable. We'd spent the last thousand years proving it, and we'd spend the next thousand doing the same.

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elijahstwink · 7 months ago

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katherine x elijah. please, we need more kalijah fics. they've been physical in canon and i think they were 💯

Till the Sun Rises

A sweet smut shot between Elijah and Katerina based off Elijah’s flashback in TVD.

Thank you for the great request anon!

I’m totally obsessed with any Nina Dobrev x Daniel Gillies character ships so this was so fun to write.

A few notes:

Katerina is aware of vampires at this point.

Also Elijah has TVD season 2 hair cause the long hair wasn’t it.

This is a historical smut so I’ve tried my hardest to not use any terminology that wasn’t around yet.

Content Warnings: smut, dom! Elijah, human! Katerina, slight anal play (f! receiving) , squirting, praise, small bit of spanking, historically inaccurate language, fingering, handjob, oral sex (f! receiving, m! receiving), slight sub drop, aftercare, Elijah breaks his word.

England 1492

“I won’t!”

“You have to chase me!” Katerina laughs, holding her green dress up slightly as she runs through the gardens, her long curly hair blowing in the autumn breeze. She stops at a small stone bench, overlooking the beautiful rose bushes and the setting sun.

“You’re meant to catch me!” She giggles, finding it easier to catch her breath as she is not required to wear a corset under her casual attire.

“Well if I catch you the game will be over.” Elijah says, walking towards her, his maroon shirt matching the colour of the many leaves littering the ground, leaving naked trees in their wake.

Katerina looks at him, a breathy chuckle leaving her lips.

“Thank you for entertaining me, m’lord.” She says sweetly.

“Oh, you looked lonely inside, so I took pity on you.” Elijah teases, smirking at her and earning himself an incredulous look.

“Klaus promised to spend the day with me” Katerina explains, taking a seat on the bench. “But he never returned home from the night.”

“That’s because Niklaus does not live by any rules but his own.” Elijah looks down at the girl, admiring the way the hues of the fading sun brush against her olive skin.

From the moment Elijah first met Katerina, he was transfixed by her. He expected this, as she looks identical to his first love Tatia. However, he never imagined he’d fall for anything more then her physical appearance. But he can’t deny the quirk of his lips when he hears her laugh, or the way he finds himself wondering what it would be like to court her, make her his.

“He is a very charming man. Hard for any woman to resist I suppose…” Elijah blinks as he returns to the present, looking at Katerina with a slightly longing expression.

“And yet?” Katerina doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her lips.

“And yet..” she hesitates. She was completely smitten with Elijah when they first met. So much so that she was no longer interested in meeting Klaus, and was slightly disappointed when he sent Elijah away.

Katerina knows it is wrong, she is going to be courted by Elijah’s brother, but she has lost so much already. So she decides that she would follow her heart.

Katerina stood up, rounding the bench slowly and standing in front of Elijah’s tall frame, his onyx eyes gazing down at her with an unreadable look.

“And yet, my eyes are set on another.” Katerina murmurs shyly, her face flushing the colour of the roses behind her. She tears her gaze from Elijah’s shocked face, suddenly very interested in the grass at her feet.

Elijah composes himself before placing a soft hand upon Katerina’s cheek, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

A shiver runs down Katerina’s spine at the contact of Elijah’s cool hand against her burning skin. She gasps as she realises how close they are, their chests touching.

“Is that so?” Elijah’s thumb drags across her pouty bottom lip. “And who might this lucky man be? Hm?” He tilts his head, a boyish grin adorning his face.

Katerina flushes even more as she feebly attempts to avert her gaze from his captivating eyes.

Elijah tsk’s softly, holding her firmly in place with a hand on her waist, and the other resting on her cheek still, his fingers gripping her jaw. “It is too late now to be shy, answer my question pretty girl.”

“You, m’lord.” She whispers, her mouth stays parted slightly.

“Call me Elijah, darling.” He says, leaning in slightly, having to bend his head down to accommodate their height difference.

“Elijah.” Katerina repeats, her eyes fluttering shut, so close now that she can feel his warm breath upon her lips.

Elijah takes a split second to admire Katerina, with her pinkish lips parted, her head tilted and her eyes shut. When he cannot physically hold back any longer, he drops his mouth down onto hers, swallowing the whine she releases.

The kiss starts sweetly, Katerina lifting a hand to place on Elijah’s chest. Elijah moves the hand on her waist down to rest on her lower back. He uses the slight moan Katerina releases to slip his tongue inside her mouth.

Elijah pulls back after a minute, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against hers.

“Allow me to court you instead.” He commands rather than asks, gazing at Katerina with a look that made her knees weak.

“What will Niklaus say, what if he hurts-“

Katerina is interrupted by the addicting taste of Elijah’s lips once again, all her prior worries seeming to melt away.

“Do not worry about my brother, I will speak with him.” Elijah speaks against her lips. “It is getting dark.” He trails off slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before moving the hand on her back lower. “Lay with me tonight?”

A sudden burst of confidence flows through Katerina’s skin. Perhaps due to the pleading look in Elijah’s eyes, showing that he wants her as much as she wants him. She raises her free hand to his jaw, the stubble prickly against her palm.

“I shall, if you promise to keep me up till the sun rises once more.” She says teasingly, leaning up to place a soft kiss on Elijah’s neck.

She feels him swallow, the rumble of an inaudible groan vibrating against her lips. Elijah pulls Katerina from his neck, holding her face in both his large hands. He looks at her with lust flowing through his eyes, along with a glint of adoration.

“You have my word.” He smirks, pulling back and grabbing her hand in his own before leading her back into the house.

“Come here my love.” Elijah demands, crooking a single ringed finger in a come hither motion.

Katerina obeys, walking across the wood floor of Elijah’s bedroom and towards the man standing patiently at the end of the bed.

Elijah gently turns her away from him, before untying the back of her dress. Katerina steps out of the fabric as it hits the floor. She takes it upon herself to remove her undergarments, leaving her bare.

Katerina turns around, giggling as Elijah shamelessly stares at her chest, her nipples hardening from exposure to the warm air.

Katerina squeals as Elijah suddenly picks her up, tossing her on his bed. He begins to undress, running a hand through his hair as he steps out of his trousers.

Katerina sits up, shuffling forward till her legs dangle over the foot of the bed, looking up at Elijah. She kisses along his happy trail, before grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down. Elijah hisses as the cool air hits his length. Katerina wraps her hand around his impressive girth, bringing her mouth toward to lap at the bead of arousal leaking from his tip.

“Katerina,” Elijah moans softly as she looks up at him with innocent doe eyes. “Open.” He says, hooking two fingers between her lips and forcing her mouth open.

“Good girl.” He praises, not missing the moan that Katerina releases at his words. “Do you enjoy being called that?” Elijah smiles at her enthusiastic nodding, stroking her hair before guiding her head towards him. He removes his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his erection.

Katerina eagerly sucks, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue around his tip. Using one hand to stroke the part that won’t fit in her mouth. Elijah keeps a strong grip on her hair, groaning at the innocent look Katerina is giving him. He pulls her off by her hair when he notices her rubbing her thighs together, in a feeble attempt to gain friction.

“Elijah, please,” Katerina begs, lying flat on the bed with a hand hovering dangerously close to her core. Elijah slaps her hand away, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Katerina squeals as Elijah yanks her towards him by her hips, before licking a long stripe up her cunt.

“Good lord, Elijah.” Katerina moans, pulling at Elijah’s hair with both her trembling hands. “No one’s ever-“ she cuts herself off with a loud moan as one of Elijah’s thick fingers stretch her open. He looks up at her, adding a second finger. Elijah crooks his fingers, hitting a spot inside her that she wasn’t aware existed.

“Are you implying,” Elijah kisses her sensitive bundle of nerves, “that no man has tasted you before? Niklaus?” He asks, still fingering her softly.

“Me and Niklaus did not lay together. I’ve only been with one man from Bulgaria,” Katerina gasps, “we never did anything like this, I did not know it could feel like this.” She manages to get the words out between moans, as Elijah kisses up her body, his fingers still working at her core. He lingers on her neck, sucking and nipping at her soft skin. Katerina can feel his fangs graze against her, but he never pierces the skin.

“You have never reached the peak of your pleasure before?” Elijah asks, his veins retracting from around his eyes as he pulls away from Katerina’s neck and meets her gaze.

“I did not think women were able to.” Katerina replies. Elijah smirks before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Let me show you.” He says seductively, making his way back down to her core.

Elijah speeds up his fingers, sucking hard on her bundle of nerves.

Katerina feels the pleasure build in her lower tummy, she begins to grind against Elijah’s face, using her grip on his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

Elijah places his free hand on Katerina’s lower stomach, pressing down to hold her hips in place. The pressure of his hand adds to the growing pleasure. She thrashes around on the bed, the way her body’s movement is restricted by Elijah’s strength makes her even more wet.

Elijah suddenly removes his hand from her stomach and his mouth from her soaking core, using the heel of his palm to rub her pearl along to the movement of his fingers.

He moves back up her body, Katerina’s legs wrapping around his waist. Elijah supports his weight with a hand next to her head, before leaning into a filthy open mouthed kiss.

Katerina can barely kiss back, drowning in a sea of pleasure, her only thoughts being on the man above her and the way he is making her feel things she never knew possible. Elijah pulls back, smirking as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, gripping at the arm moving between them with both her hands, overwhelmed by the pleasure it is giving her. Regardless of her clawing and scratching at his bicep, his hand does not falter.

“Eli- Oh gods!” Katerina whimpers, her eyes clenching shut as Elijah’s hand reaches an inhuman speed, his two curled fingers constantly hitting that spot inside her and his palm rubbing across her sensitive nub, her wetness allowing an easy glide. She wraps her hands around Elijah’s neck, her torso curling upwards slightly as she hangs onto him for dear life.

Katerina almost gets a fright when Elijah speaks, his voice deep and strained, “Open your eyes, my love.”. Katerina does as she’s told, peering down between them to see Elijah’s hand moving against her core that is getting increasingly wetter.

“Katerina, Look at me,” Katerina meets his lustful gaze, the eye contact overwhelming.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, his tone dripping dominance.

Katerina almost screams, his words giving her that last push and breaking the dam that had been building inside her. The feeling was euphoric, the pleasure reaching every inch of her being. She gasped as a burst of fluid rushed from her core, so intense that Elijah’s fingers are pushed out. She squeals as he instantly plunges them back inside her, prolonging her release as she buries her face in his neck.

Elijah’s fingers slow to a halt. He removes them before sitting up on his knees, pulling Katerina up with him and into a straddling position. He wraps his arms around her, one resting on her hip while the other cradles the back of her head. Her face remains buried in the space below his jaw, her shuddering breaths warming his skin.

Elijah releases an endearing chuckle as Katerina releases another moan, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms as the last of her climax washes over her.

“You did so well, darling.” Elijah coos softly. The only acknowledgment he receives is a kiss to his neck. He smiles, tightening his hold on her and massaging her scalp.

“Is it always that way?” Katerina mumbles into his skin a few minutes later. “With the- the liquid?” She elaborates

“Not always, no. All women are different.” Elijah explains, deciding he wouldn’t tell her that he knows her body quite well already, seeing as her doppelgänger Tatia, was his first lover.

Elijah gasps as Katerina reaches an arm between them, the other still wrapped around his neck. Grasping at his length, her small hand is unable to wrap fully around his girth. Elijah releases his arms from her body, placing them on the bed behind him for support. She swipes her thumb over his tip, spreading his arousal down his shaft. Elijah’s eyes shut as he groans. He tips his head back, giving Katerina more access to his neck. She sucks and nibbles at his skin, creating red bruises that fade away almost instantly.

“Katerina,” Elijah moans, “I am not going to last much longer.”

Katerina pulls her hand away and removes her face from his neck, causing Elijah to look down at her in confusion. When Katerina is positive he is watching, she lifts her hips slightly, running her fingers through the aftermath of her release. When her hand is thoroughly coated, she spreads her fluids along his shaft, creating a much smoother glide.

Katerina giggles as she looks back up to Elijah, her hand speeding up. His mouth is hanging open with an expression of pure desire.

“Oh my, you are perfect.” He swallows, bringing a hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

“My beautiful girl.” Elijah pulls her into a heated kiss, winning dominance as he sucks lazily on her tongue.

Elijah breaks their kiss, looking down at Katerina’s hand, working quickly over his length. He moans loudly, both of them watching as white spurts burst from him, coating their stomachs.

Katerina removes her hand, leaving Elijah’s still erect member twitching in her wake. Elijah swipes two fingers through his release on their bodies.

“Open.” Elijah commands, pushing his white coated fingers past her lips. “Good girl.” He praises as she sucks, swirling her tongue between his digits.

Elijah removes his fingers, guiding Katerina to kneel at the centre of the bed. He pushes her chest flat into the mattress, her back arched and her face resting on its side.

“Mmh, still so wet.” Elijah kneels behind her, swiping his fingers through her folds. “Do you want all of me?” He teases, grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her back with one hand.

“Please, Elijah. Make me yours.” Katerina begs, her words slightly muffled from her face being half buried in the silk sheets.

Katerina moans as Elijah taps his erection against her bundle of nerves, still sensitive from the thorough treatment he had already given her pink and swollen cunt.

Elijah sighs as he slowly enters her tight heat. He holds Katerina’s wrists tightly, as she squirms and whines in pleasure.

“Elijah, Elijah, Elijah.” She repeats his name like a prayer, her core clenching around his length.

“Yes, my love?” Elijah smirks, giving her arse cheek a playful smack with his free hand. “Does it feel good?”

“S’good, so good.” Katerina slurs, trying to move her hips. This earns her another, slightly harder slap.

“You will take what I choose to give you, Katerina. No more and no less, do you understand?” Elijah demands, still not moving inside her.

“Yes, m’lord.” Katerina mumbles, her shoulders aching slightly from her arms being held behind her back.

Elijah smooths his hand over the red mark left of her skin, before moving his hand up to hold her hip. A squeal escapes Katerina’s mouth as Elijah suddenly thrusts deeply.

“So sensitive,” Elijah chuckles, thrusting his hips at a rough albeit slow pace. “Such a sweet little cunt, made just for me.”

Katerina releases little uh’s at every push of Elijah’s hips, his impressive size allowing him to reach every spot inside her.

“More, Elijah.” Katerina moans, arching her back even more, presenting him with her most intimate parts.

“Where have your manners gone, young lady?” Elijah scolds. Katerina is about to apologise, beg the man to indulge her when she hears Elijah spit, a glob of saliva landing at the base of her spine, sliding down in between her arse cheeks. He rubs at her virgin pucker with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh!” She gasps at the unfamiliar feeling. “Please Elijah, please give me more.” She begs, squirming on his length as it speeds up slightly. Elijah yanks at Katerina’s wrists, pulling her back onto him as he thrusts forwards, his thumb still playing with her rear hole.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” Elijah asks, pressing against her pucker while he pounds her cunt.

“N-no.” Katerina whimpers, tears of pleasure stream down her face. It’s all becoming too much, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and the lack of Elijah’s warmth is causing her mind to drift away slightly.

“‘Lijah.” She sobs, Too far gone to communicate her need for comfort.

Elijah however, being the kind hearted man he is, instantly notices her slipping. He releases Katerina’s wrists and removes his thumb from her arse, flipping her onto her back while slowing his thrusts slightly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Elijah shushes her, leaning down until their chests touch. He holds Katerina to his chest with an arm behind her back, hand tangling in her soft hair. He cradles her cheek in his other palm, feeling the dampness of her tears. Katerina wraps her arms around his neck as a worried expression floods Elijah’s face. He stills inside of her.

“Good tears.” She mumbles, running a hand through the part in his hair. Katerina could tell Elijah was worried she wasn’t enjoying this, which couldn’t be more wrong.

“Are you certain? Am I being too rough? Too mean?” He questions, suddenly aware that she hasn’t had a good sexual experience yet, and he might have ruined this one for her.

“No, no. I swear Elijah, I just needed to touch you.” She reassures him, her fingertips carding through the strands of his brunette hair.

“I really like the way you talk to me.” She admits shyly, her cheek heating up underneath his palm.

“Is that so?” Elijah smiles, his thrusting starting up once again.

“I like the way you tell me what to do,” Katerina mumbles, both her arms wrapping around his neck again. “I enjoy being your good girl.” She looks away from him, embarrassment mixing with the pleasure already flowing through her.

Elijah speeds up his thrusts, the new angle allowing him to hit her sweet spot perfectly, her bundle of nerves brushing against his lower stomach.

“You are my good girl, letting me pound this pretty cunt, taking me so well.” He coos, bending his head to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

Katerina feels the now familiar knot in her stomach tightening, every thrust of Elijah’s thick shaft pulling it tighter and tighter. She pulls away from his lips, releasing a wail of pleasure.

“E-Elijah, I’m almost there again.” She stutters out between moans. Elijah sits up, Katerina’s hands unwrapping from his neck and instead gripping the headboard behind her. Elijah places her legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around them. Katerina screams out when he begins to thrust at vampire speed, groaning heavily as his own release nears.

“Let go Katerina. Let go all over me.” Elijah moans, his balls tightening as they slap against Katerina’s arse. He allows her legs to fall from his shoulders before he drops down, wrapping his arms tightly around her and cradling her small frame to his chest.

Elijah climaxes first, burying his head into the pillow behind Katerina. His seed spurts deep inside her clenching cunt. The feeling of his twitching member filling her with warmth pushes Katerina over the edge, another gush of liquid flowing from her core as she screams out, biting harshly into Elijah’s shoulder.

Elijah thrusts slowly through their releases before flipping them over, staying inside her as she continues to shake and moan in his arms.

Katerina buries her face in his neck, unable to stop the pulsating of her walls around Elijah.

“I will never return to Niklaus.” She mumbles randomly into his skin. Elijah barks out a laugh, causing her to giggle tiredly.

“Are you tired, sweet thing?” Elijah asks, as she yawns against him. Katerina grabs his jaw with a shaky hand, turning his head to meet her lips in a lazy kiss.

“I only need a small nap.” She explains, turning his laughing head away again before cuddling into the scruff of his neck. “Besides, Elijah, I believe you gave you me your word.”

He grins, before looking out the large window across the room. The stars that litter the night sky are the only sources of light.

“You are correct,” Elijah smirks, running a hand along her back. “And I certainly cannot yet see the sun.”

Elijah doesn’t get a response, Katerina already dead weight in his arms. Her heavy breathing indicating her state of slumber.

Elijah allows himself to rest his eyes for a moment. However it isn’t long until they are both deep in sleep, dreaming of each other.

In all fairness, Elijah can’t be expected to always keep his word.

Thanks for reading :)

-Dex

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crimsonlyinglilly · 10 months ago

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More Mikaelson sort of fluff

Even less sad in this, I hope.

Biting issue within the family, Klaus wasn't always the worst when it came to that.

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It's only after Rebekah is born that Klaus learns the responsibilities of being an older brother.

Shortly after this he realises that Kol is also his younger brother and not just his constant playmate.

Kol doesn't take Klaus's sudden change to protective bossiness well, like the toddler he is, and starts to react in two ways, throwing things with his powers, which would be punished more if their mother wasn't so happy at the signs of Kol being a prodigy in her craft.

Instead Finn adapted to stopping any true harm befalling Niklaus from Kol's magic and smothered the tiny spark on envy over it.

The second way he showed his anger at Klaus's new behaviour was biting, this may have been dealt with quickly if Kol learned from being bitten back and stopped.

He didn't.

So Finn and Elijah were quickly stuck pulling apart a pair of snapping children. While Finn attempted to tell them off he normally ended up gaining few bites himself before the tears started.

Elijah gets used to ending up with a pair of younger brothers sitting on him yet refusing to acknowledge each other as they cried and grizzled and an older brother fuming in the background nursing either a bruise or bitemark or two.

Kol does eventually outgrow biting but not before biting Rebekah and Henrik at least once, the latter was to teach Henrik not to bite.

somehow Elijah escaped his brother's teeth their whole life. That changes in what came after.

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In the days after they had returned across the sea, Finn had sent Elijah a look as Kol and Rebekah's latest argument grew more violent.

He was almost relieved that at least this hadn't changed as he stepped in the middle of them.

He knew they were both angry at what they had lost- their parents had taken from them- a future and family of her own from Rebekah and his magic and connection to the world from Kol.

They were all lost and angry but they only had each other.

Elijah managed to talked them down and was watching as Rebekah stormed away with regret at his sister's unhappiness, thinking it was over he was surprised, when Kol had grabbed his arm from behind and pulled it up to bite down.

He hadn't thought to stop himself as he left out a yelp of shock and pulled his arm back to get a glimpse of the deep bit on his forearm before it healed, leaving a ring of blood in the place of bruised teeth marks.

Kol swallowed the blood before he broke out laughing apparently at Elijah's expression.

Elijah watched as he sunk to his knees, with a mix of annoyance and fondness, it had been too long since Kol had laughed.

“I thought you had outgrown this.” Elijah still commented as the laughter dimed.

“Not so funny when’s it you.” Finn voice reminded them he was there and Elijah turned to see him smirking, the look of displeasure he send his older brother just caused Kol to break out in laughter again.

Elijah learns to expects bites from Kol in the future.

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(sorry for whatever canon said but my head canon is both Finn and Kol was actual trained witches, with Kol being unnaturally strong and gifted, Elijah also had some talent but it was never noticed or trained. Klaus was so desperate for Mikael's attention that he had no interest in it and while Rebekah tried, she quickly grew bored and preferred to follow Klaus and Elijah's apparent lead.)

#the originals #the vampire diaries #mikaelson family #kol mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #finn mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #mikaelson siblings #mikaelson head canon #they were children once.

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riderofblackdragons · 7 months ago

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Day 24: Struck By Lightning

I'm finally all caught up! And with a week left, lol. But here, this is part of no established AU, and never will be, I have full confidence that something this stupid probably happened in canon.

Enjoy!

“Kol,” Elijah called, exasperated. “Kol!”

His younger brother (youngest, now, and didn’t that just hurt Elijah’s heart? Little Henrik, dead…) ignored him, instead trying to climb higher in the tree, his sword held above him. At the rate, Elijah felt he’d have to climb after him, which he did not want to do.

“Stop encouraging him!” Elijah’s head whipped around to their siblings, Niklaus and Rebekah both laughing on the ground as they watched Kol.

The idea was either Niklaus’ or Kol’s, originally. Elijah hadn’t been paying enough attention at the time, braiding Rebekah’s hair for her, trusting that Finn would be able to look after their brothers for five minutes. Except that apparently, Finn had done his own thing, and left their more chaotic siblings together.

Hence why Kol was now climbing the tallest tree they could find, covered in as much metal as they could find on such short notice. Where he’d even gotten half of it, Elijah wasn’t sure. But what he was certain of was that just because their mother had said they were immortal, it didn’t mean they should be testing it out like this!

It was a heavy storm, too. Elijah was certain it was going to cause lightning, and thunder, and the danger only increased his efforts to get his brother down, before he got struck. Of course, it seemed that being struck by lightning was Kol’s goal, as he climbed higher, waving his sword around.

Honestly, sometimes Elijah wondered why he didn’t just leave them to their own devices. Right, because they would come running to find him soon enough, having messed up enough that they needed him to fix it for them. His siblings should be lucky that he loved them, Elijah thought, because they’d be in big trouble if he didn’t.

Trouble like being hit by their brother whilst they were busy laughing at him, as was what happened now. Kol got his wish, the lightning striking him before Elijah could even draw breath to yell at him again. He flew from the tree, the metal surrounding him sparking, little bits flicking off of him, as Kol landed right on top of his siblings.

Neither Rebekah nor Niklaus were laughing much now, Elijah noted in the back of his head. They were yelling a lot more instead, both at Kol, and for Elijah, so he could be mad at Kol.

Although why they seemed to think they were off the hook for this, when Elijah knew full well that they had been egging Kol on with this idiot plan of his, he had no idea. Even if it had backfired on them now, with Kol slamming into them, the electricity from the lightning still flying off of him, zapping their siblings, Elijah saw no reason to exclude them from his disappointment.

They were old enough to know better, in his opinion. Suddenly being invulnerable to the stupid things their brains could come up with was not a reason to do it, and Elijah told them so. If he’d obeyed the stupid thoughts in his head when he was their age, like they were doing now, Kol would have been tossed into the fire, and Rebekah’s hair would be much shorter (from the same fire, incidentally enough).

He could feel Finn’s smirk, despite his older brother not actually saying anything. The way their younger siblings’ faces started scowling at something behind Elijah gave it away, and so, he promptly included Finn in his scoldings as well.

After all, he’d trusted Finn with Niklaus and Kol, and had expected his brother to keep them out of trouble. And instead, what did Elijah find? Two idiots climbing a tree, and Finn was off writing love letters to Sage or something like that.

Elijah had managed to get Niklaus down, thankfully, but Kol had ignored him, and it was for this reason that he was getting the brunt of it. Not too much more than the others, though, Kol was still smoking after all, and a fall from that height couldn’t have been much fun, regardless of how immortal they were.

Finally, Elijah sent them off to think about their actions. It wasn’t much, but it did work on the younger ones, even though he knew Finn wouldn’t be taking it to heart. His older brother would be more than likely to compose more sonnets to Sage, instead of thinking about his actions, but Elijah couldn’t force him to do anything. It was the perils of being his younger brother, after all, despite all the responsibility he held in regards to the rest of the family.

Sometimes, Elijah really hated that he’d been born the second son, and that Finn held him accountable for things that happened before his birth. It would be a lot easier if Finn either listened to him, Elijah reckoned, or if his brother at least didn’t actively go against him whenever he could.

#tvd #to #the vampire diaries #the originals #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #finn mikaelson #whumpay #my fanfic #I maintain that they probably were this stupid at some point #i mean kols like 18 and rebekahs like 16 or 17 #and suddenly theyre immortal #thats not a good combination for being smart about things

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Battle lines (2)

Guess who has been watching Mayfair Witches?

Warnings: spoilers for season 1 of Mayfair Witches, mention of deaths, manipulation, canon typical behaviours, Mikael is his own warning, mentions of imprisonment, pain, suffering, obsession and cancer.

Catch up with chapter one here

“There is one family that the Mayfairs won’t associate with. They are the Mikaelsons and as much as your family is known as the elite of New Orleans, they are its rulers. The circumstances are slightly different however one of their close friends has kept her demon at bay. She might be able to help you.”

Cip’s words ran on repeat in Rowan’s mind as she stood on the fancy doorstep. Even the doorbell looked pristine and she was unwilling to press it because she was afraid that she would dirty it.

After several minutes of arguing with herself, Rowan reached out a cautious finger to ring the doorbell but the door swung open and a brunet in an expensive tailored suit greeted her, “Welcome Doctor Rowan Fielding. I am Elijah Mikaelson.”

Rowan hoisted her handbag higher on her shoulder as her mind processed that Elijah had been one of the few people to refer to her by her title without being corrected, “You have a lovely home.”

Elijah smiled and inclined his head, “Thank you for noticing. My brother and (Name) shall return shortly. Am I correct in assuming that it is her you want to speak with?”

Rowan nodded. Just as Elijah predicted, his brother and the person she was most anxious to meet didn’t take long to arrive.

“Niklaus, (Name). May I introduce Doctor Rowan Fielding?”

“Oh yes. One of them.” Niklaus sneered distastefully.

“Now, now Niklaus. Remember your manners.”

You smiled as the two brothers interacted before turning to Rowan, “How are you coping?”

That question opened the floodgates and Rowan recounted everything from her adoptive mother’s cancer returning to Lasher imprisoning her in the Mayfair house.

Rowan finished speaking and gazed at you expectantly. “There is no denying that you’ve been through tremendous ordeals. But most interestingly, you still view your powers as a curse.”

“How else can I see them? They’ve only brought pain, suffering and death.”

“They react that way because of the emotions you were feeling at the time.”

Rowan stared at you, “Cip said the same thing.”

You stared back unblinkingly, “Then you should listen to him. Anger is a fleeting feeling and that’s why your power is so destructive. If you were in the OR, would you allow yourself to be angry?”

“No.” Rowan denied instantly, “I can’t be angry in the OR because I could slip and harm my patient.”

“It’s exactly the same as when you harness your power. And for the record, with the right training, you could use your power in the OR to help your patients.”

“You sound like someone who’s had experience with controlling their own power.” Rowan observed.

You smirked, “You could just ask me what my power is.”

“Would you tell me?”

“Maybe.”

Rowan changed topics, “How did you catch your demon’s attention?”

Niklaus let out a hiss and Elijah stiffened, “I met Mikael in a bar. I planned to leave the bar with him and spend the night however, we were interrupted by a vampire who wanted to settle a score and it was then that I pieced together the clues that I had been given. Realising who I encountered, I made my way here and warned his…”

“You can say it.” Elijah urged softly but your gaze was focused on Klaus who was facing away from you.

“Children.” You concluded.

“What drew him to you?” Rowan pushed.

“Initially, he was amused. Amusement turned to intrigue. Intrigue became fascination and fascination became obsession.”

On the outskirts of New Orleans, Mikael clenched his teeth as his latest attempt to lure you away from his children and the boy and into his embrace failed.

Mikael’s enhanced hearing caught the quietest whisper of sound, “Linger and I shall expand my hunting repertoire to include demons.”

Lasher appeared directly in front of him with a confident air, “Why should either of us stand in the other’s way of reaching our destined partners?”

#my writing #my fics #female reader #the originals #the originals x reader #mayfair witches x reader #the originals x mayfair witches #elijah mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #reader #rowan fielding #mikael mikaelson #lasher #ciprien grieve #mikael mikaelson x reader #platonic klaus mikaelson x reader #platonic elijah mikaelson x reader #battle lines

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 1 year ago

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You Calm My Chaos Chapter 1 - Always and Forever

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Klaus x Rosie (eventually) Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: language, canon violence, mentions of needles, blood, pregnancy, hints of unwanted pregnancy, A/N: officially in the originals episodes, let's do this! This episode was really just an extended version of what happened in the TVD episode so I'm sorry it's short! SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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After Elijah leaves to go and talk to Klaus, more of the witches from her coven show up in the Mausoleum with us to talk to Sophie.

“Marcel and his vampires are out of control– something has to be done” Sophie tells the others and Agnes scoffs lightly “And the solution is to bring in more vampires?”

“These aren’t just any vampires, Agnes. They’re the Originals.”

Agnes shakes her head at her and continues “What makes you think you can control the hybrid?”

“She can’t” Elijah’s voice says from behind us all of a sudden and we all turn around to look at him while he continues “I’m not entirely certain that I can, either,” he walks closer towards Sophie “But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question– what prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?”

Sophie makes a face and reaches over to grab a needle, lifting it up to show Elijah. She sticks the needle into her hand and I immediately gasp, lifting up my hand and seeing the blood appearing on my hand “Ow!”

Elijah looks over at me, his eyes taking in the blood on my hand and I glare over at her “What the hell is this?”

Sophie forces a smile and explains “The spell my sister performed, the one that got her killed? It didn’t just confirm the pregnancy. It linked me to Rosemary– so anything that happens to me, happens to her, which means her life is in my hands. Klaus may have made his decision that her and this baby don’t actually mean to him what we thought they did, however it’s very clear what they already mean to you. If I have to hurt Rosemary– or worse– to ensure that I have your attention, I will.”

Elijah looks over at me, slightly amused before he directs his words towards her “You would dare threaten an Original?”

“I have nothing to lose” Sophie shrugs, shaking her head like she fully believes those words to be true “You have until midnight to get Klaus to change his mind.”

Elijah walks over to me and pulls me off to the side, holding his hand up towards one of the witches who wants to argue this “I just need a moment to speak with her.”

They back off and I cross my arms over my chest, trying to breathe out all of my nervousness and Elijah softens his face “I cannot excuse his behavior but I want to ensure you know that he is acting out, letting his anger take control because he is scared– this has nothing to do with you.”

I nod my head softly, shrugging my shoulders “I mean it has a little to do with me.”

“The most happiness I’ve seen from Niklaus has been since he’s known you– there’s peace in his eyes when he looks at you,” Elijah says and I slowly look up at him, watching as he softens his face and continues “I saw it that first night at the ball and I saw it even more in his eyes just now before he shut you out– he wants this... he wants this with you.”

I’m not sure exactly what to say to that because I saw the same thing tonight, there was a moment where he was looking at my stomach and the look in his eyes was something I have never seen before. I also watched his walls go up before he so easily threw me away– which stung and even if Elijah can convince him that he does actually want this... I don’t know how ‘in this’ I will be with him.

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Midnight comes entirely too quickly for my liking and Agnes is all too happy to point that out “His time is up– what’re you gonna do now, Sophie?”

“I’m gonna do what I said I was gonna do” Sophie answers and I sit up a little straighter, looking over at Sabine when she says “What, kill the girl? Kill yourself?”

“Klaus does not care about the child” Agnes states and Elijah’s voice thankfully chimes in “I do.”

Elijah walks into the mausoleum and he’s carrying a body wrapped in a blanket, continuing to direct his words to Sophie “And I bring in proof of my intent to help you– the body of your fallen friend, which I procured from Marcel himself.”

“Jane-Anne” Sophie mutters and Elijah nods his head, the look on his face genuine “May she be granted peace. Klaus will agree to your terms. I just need a little more time.”

“You had your time– it’s passed” Agnes remarks angrily and Sophie turns to her “Shut up, Agnes!”

Elijah looks between them, his eyes flashing over to me for a moment before he looks back at Sophie “For now, accept the deal– Rose and the child remain unharmed, or Klaus will kill you all,” he starts to walk away, nodding once at me before he turns around again “And I will help him.”

Once Elijah has left the witches start to prepare to lay Jane-Anne’s body to rest. Her body is clad in white and they lay her down, surrounding her body with flowers before Sophie starts to perform rituals around her sister’s body.

I feel like I really shouldn’t be here, however, I can’t stop watching what the coven is doing to lay Jane-Anne’s soul to rest. There is sadness to everything they’re doing but there is also a beauty to it all. It’s very peaceful and comforting to see.

Sophie kisses her fingers and presses them to her sister’s forehead, holding her fingers there for a few more moments before everyone is silent.

Elijah arrives a little while later and he has a triumphant look on his face when he stops in front of Sophie, the rest of her coven standing behind her.

“Klaus has agreed to your terms and says that you have yourself a deal.”

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After my graduation and saying my see you later, if I'm ever able to leave New Orleans again, to everyone in Mystic Falls, Elijah drives us to a massive white house outside of the city.

He rounds the middle of the circle driveway and parks in front of the house. I lean forward to look out the windshield at the house at the same time I open my passenger door. Elijah moves to stand in the open door and holds his hand out to help me out of the car.

I set my hand in his and while I stand up out of the car I look up at the house and raise my brows towards him, asking slowly “So who lives here exactly?”

He just smiles and nods his head towards the house, stating simply “You do.”

With that revelation we walk inside and I slowly look around, shaking my head at the expanse of the inside “Umm, I don't think–”

“This way, Rose” Elijah interrupts and has me follow him up the stairs. On the way I notice how every piece of furniture in every room is covered with white sheets and I can't help but wonder who used to live here.

Elijah leads me into one room in particular and indicates I should pull off one of the sheets. I do as he silently directs and immediately start coughing from all the dust that is disturbed from the sheet. I move my hand over my mouth and cough again while I look at the crib that the sheet was previously covering.

Elijah looks over in concern, asking “Are you alright?” and I cough again, waving him off “It's just dust– when's the last time anyone was here? This place feels ancient”

Elijah smiles softly, nodding his head as he looks around the room “Yes, it's been quite some time, however, it should serve our purposes," he looks at me again, continuing "It’s a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family, Rose and you need a good home.”

I quickly look back at him with his words and he slightly tilts his head to the side “Forgive me but I’m curious… in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?”

“About having some miracle baby with my psychotic soulmate?” I try to joke, Klaus' conversation with me the other night not really making me feel better about the whole thing... even if he did seem genuine in his apology. I told him I needed to think everything over about this while I went to my graduation... however, the past two days didn't really give me any more clarity.

Elijah barely smiles, correcting what he truly was asking “About being a mother.”

Silently I breathe out deeply, looking down for a moment before I look up at him again “Klaus actually asked if this would be something I wanted once”

“He did?” Elijah asks and I chuckle softly “Yeah, it was brought up when I asked him if he would ever want the cure so he could have kids of his own– wasn’t aware he had his own loophole on that topic but anyways” I shake my head, looking back at him “I was abandoned as a baby, did you know that?”

Elijah shakes his head and I nod slowly, continuing “I was brought to my dad’s doctor office by some firefighters–" I chuckle sadly, admitting "Or well, that's what I've been told followed by there isn't anything else my parents knew about me... not even the day I was actually born." I clear my throat and continue "I had amazing parents– the perfect family for the next sixteen years until they died but I have always been terrified I would never be able to live up to how good of a mom she was, even more so now that she's gone and she wouldn't be here to help me do this–" I pause, feeling the ever present wave of hormones hitting me and making me want to cry even more than usual.

I sniffle and cross my arms over my chest, trying to keep my voice strong while I look at him again and tell him honestly "So to answer your question… I really don’t know how to feel about becoming a mother because I never thought I would be one. I have never actually thought I would be a good mom and ever since I’ve been told I have this baby growing inside of me I have this terrible feeling in my gut that I’m going to fail this baby– that I’m not going to be able to protect them from everything bad in our lives, including me.”

“That’s exactly why you’re going to be an amazing mother, sweet Rose” he says and my brow twitches with his words, the wave of tears threatening to move even stronger. Elijah smiles softly and continues “I will be here to help you through motherhood every step of the way. Like it or not you have me as a brother now," I chuckle gratefully with his words, reaching up to wipe under my eyes and he smiles, continuing "And I will always protect you, Rose– you have my word on that.”

“And noble Elijah always keeps his word” Klaus’ voice interrupts our bonding moment and we look over at the doorway. Klaus is leaning against the doorframe, smiling hesitantly towards me.

I spin away from his soft eyes and hesitant smile, walking towards another sheet to pull off and revealing a dresser underneath.

“Is it done?” Elijah asks and I look over my shoulder at them, watching as Klaus nods and slowly looks away from me to look at his brother “As a matter of fact, yes– your underhanded deal worked quite well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man, Thierry, yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter. My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches.”

“I believe them to be honorable” Elijah says, lifting his hand out to indicate towards me while he continues “They did release Rose to me, although they haven’t been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something they need– they don’t want him dead and there must be a reason why.”

"Yes, well–" Klaus nods, looking at me quickly before looking back at Elijah "We will figure it out easy enough."

Elijah looks between us and makes a noise, offering "I will grab your bags from the car–"

"Oh I can do that" I interject, however, he's already moving towards the door "Not in your condition– I have them."

"My condition?" I scoff "It's two duffle bags Elijah" I grumble unhappily that he's already leaving me alone and watch through the railing as he waves me off and descends the stairs.

When I look over at Klaus again I see that he's brave enough to smirk towards me, teasing "Afraid to be alone with me, love?"

I glare at him, setting my hands on my hips "You really think this boils down to me just not wanting to be alone with you?" I say and his smirking face falters a bit while he admits "No, I imagine there's a bit more to it than that."

I laugh once with no humor behind it and look away from him, my eyes settling on the crib once more "It's been two days, I'm sorry but I need more time."

Klaus steps further into the room and leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest "I told you to take all the time you needed, love and I meant it," he pauses and I slowly look over at him, seeing him smile sadly before he continues "I need you to stay in this house and make sure you never leave or ever go into the Quarter" I make a noise, however, he doesn't let me say anything while he finishes with "And you cannot tell anyone, even Caroline or Elena that you're here."

"What?" I draw my brows together harshly, scoffing in the back of my throat "You want me to stay here alone? For nine months? Without telling my family? Are you insane?"

"For the time being yes I need you to do this" he corrects, keeping his unwavering eyes connected to mine while he informs "It's not safe for you in the Quarter and you won't be alone in the house all the time– I will be staying here with you–" he pauses, continuing on a little nervously "If you'll have me that is."

"It's your house" I remark with just a hint of sarcasm and he tilts his head to the side "This is your home now, Rosie– if you want it to be."

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#PSA, PORTRAYAL NOTES.

since my canon for klaus is a mix of book and show (and my added creative flair), i'm going to pull all of the thoughts running around in my head here, in this one post for easy access. i will be adding to this as i think of things, and in some cases, there will be more detailed info to come!

my klaus is a haphazard mixture of canon. he is primarily book-based with minor details of show canon and my added creative flair thrown in; he is heavily canon divergent and unaffiliated with the vampire diaries/the originals show canon by default in his main verse. the details below will be the most important points to read and any other information can be given through plotting and character development. as always, if you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a message!

i will often refer to the "old ones" as purebloods. they are capable of passing down their vampire genetics through birth, and niklaus was born the product of an affair. his pureblood mother, esther, held a steady affair with a pureblood werewolf, and the result nine months later was klaus.

concerning canon ships: my main love interest for klaus is katerina/katherine (see this post). all other ships need to be plotted due to the canon differences here (and klaus' serious toxicity), but i do ship caroline/klaus as well. hayley/klaus only when it concerns the vampire diaries show canon as i do not acknowledge the legacies canon or the events leading up to it (re: hayley's pregnancy and hope's birth). in his main verse, klaus is childless. — i will have a heavily divergent verse up for the originals/the legacies show canon acknowledging hayley's pregnancy and hope's birth because i don't want to give them up entirely and i do love them, but interactions in this verse will need at least some basic plotting due to canon divergencies here—or at the very least, open communication. i'm super flexible with it, of course, and i will have separate verses for more show canon-aligned threads and aus.

depending on what character i’m writing against, i’ll change some things up or throw you a show canon-esque verse vs my default one! it just depends on what works best for us both and we can plot the details out! if there’s ever a canon divergence point i have strong feelings about or feel is more of a concrete thing for my portrayal, i’ll tell you!

klaus is the one to turn katherine, and she's considered as formidable as he is. as a child she was always sick and when a doctor of human sciences told her she would die soon, her maid sought klaus out because she knew he was in the same village at the same time, and he saw something in her that made him want to turn her... because he certainly didn't do it out of the kindness of his own heart.

as far as klaus' siblings are concerned, i take a lot of inspiration from the originals show canon there. i love them too much to throw them away, and their bonds will stay relatively the same except that they parted ways nearly a millennia ago and they have more long distance type relationships presently, with klaus typically only visiting them if he needs something or he finds he misses them too much *in my default verse. he used to send them postcards and trinkets from his travels (especially elijah, rebekah and freya), and in modern times, he stays in contact consistently over the phone. — when they flee from their father sometime in the first millennia, they stick together for awhile as old ones, traveling and running from mikael, a pureblood vampire turned hunter when he found he couldn't cope with what he was—what his family was. in earlier years, they often pose as royalty, most notably lords and ladies of a wealthy, aristocratic family.

as far as his father is concerned, klaus is unaware of his birth father ansel, who had been a pureblood werewolf. mikael, who esther attempted to pass off as klaus' father, somehow always knew. a lot of this is taken from show canon in the sense that klaus still grew up with a shitty, abusive father who hated him for being different. for being the product of an affair his mother had—solid proof of her infidelity staring him in the face every single day. a lot of these feelings contributed to mikael's eventual breakdown and becoming a hunter. he grew to hate what he was, what his family was, but the hatred for klaus was even stronger. when his children fled after mikael's first attempt at killing them, he trails after them for quite some time until they finally put him down with the aid of klaus' witches.

presently, klaus has sired numerous successful hybrids using the blood of doppelgangers and continues to search for werewolves to turn, although they are often scarcely found. in his main verse, he has a small army of them at his disposal, but the sire bond doesn't exist in these cases unless plotted.

speaking of his army, it doesn't consist of only hybrids. klaus is a master at networking and has cultivated an "army" of those loyal to him, including powerful witches working on his side and in his trusted inner circle. something something slater contacting elijah through a fucking craigslist ad something something. it's the same with klaus. odds are, somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody... knows how to initiate contact with klaus or those in his circle, but it's never direct. "how do i find klaus? you don't find klaus... klaus finds you."

a key point: there is no hybrid curse in klaus’ canon. he comes to fell's church/mystic falls in the early 90s to avenge katherine's death at the hands of elena and her friends. the ending is changed, with klaus never dying—because how are we supposed to believe that humans who just learned of supernaturals like 6 months ago have the power to take him down? no, thanks. they do drive him out of the town, however, and he goes on to remain nomadic, but not before making his mark on the humans of fell's church. — when it comes to interactions with show characters in klaus' main verse, i often take inspiration from the vampire diaries show canon for his antics against elena and her friends and their consequences, however due to canon divergencies here, we might have to have some basic plotting.

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klaus and his brothers and sisters are the progenitors of the vampire race, but klaus is the sole progenitor of vampire/werewolf hybrids. he is the very first. — as the progenitor of the vampire/werewolf hybrids, klaus is able to create hybrids by feeding a werewolf his blood, snapping their necks or killing them in some way, and then having them drink the blood of a doppelganger or principal guardian descendant, but he can also create them by passing down his genes through genetics, but only with werewolf women capable of bearing children, as vampires are typically unable to change their bodies to accommodate a growing baby. *he could, in theory, have children with other purebloods and pass down his hybrid genetics this way, but if we're including that his family was the original vampires, that'd be gross, you know?

verses available. (full details coming soon, but for now we've got plotting)

the vampire diaries / the originals *canon divergent.

more coming soon.

#psa: portrayal notes.

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spacedustmantis · 2 years ago

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oughhhh thinking about episode 15 again.....

the way that the whole tone of the campaign shifts. ep 15 isn't the worst or the most angsty episode by far, but up to that point it's all been so silly and lighthearted. barely any consequences at all (besides the obvious niklaus deal being the beginning of the main plot line), it's so easygoing! and that's why bizly played chip like that in the first place! and on a canon level too, the lack of stakes makes chip act silly and careless!!

and then *bam* episode 15. even before charlie reveals his hand he's playing gillion as silent, standoffish, and on a rewatch you can catch exactly what's going through his head in those moments. the way that charlie is so so serious all of a sudden, how gillion isn't willing to hear chip out, how charlie isn't willing to go with any of bizly's bits. it's a shock! it's such a contrast to all that we've known up to that point. gillion turns from this silly, clueless fish guy to a deeply hurt and angry person in the span of maybe twenty minutes. chip turns from aloof to pissed in even less than that.

and the episode sets a new precedent. after they reconcile in ep 16 things go back to their usual silliness, but now we know what's possible! we know that these characters have unexplored depth, we know that it might get ugly again. i wish i could experience that for the first time again, because it is so spine-chilling.

#jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers #i mean only really vague ones #but still #✨#🏴‍☠️

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Master list:

Klaus Mikaelson:

🌸=fluff

❤️‍🔥=smut

💔=angst or sad stuff

Agnsty Smuts:

All his 💔❤️‍🔥

Only you 💔❤️‍🔥

Shit.Marcel. 💔❤️‍🔥

Smuts:

Dreams? Or Fantasies? ❤️‍🔥 (sub klaus)

Hope’s best friend ❤️‍🔥

I always know when you need me ❤️‍🔥

Happy Birthday Love ❤️‍🔥

Niklaus ❤️‍🔥

I want you (daddy) ❤️‍🔥

Just think about how it feels ❤️‍🔥

Can i please you now love? ❤️‍🔥

His desperate whore <3 ❤️‍🔥

Touch ❤️‍🔥

I trust you ❤️‍🔥

I’ve always wanted this (sub klaus) ❤️‍🔥

Making him proud ❤️‍🔥

His little secret? ❤️‍🔥

Fuck sakes ❤️‍🔥(kinda)

Soft smuts:

An always and forever ❤️‍🔥🌸

His little angel ❤️‍🔥🌸

You’re mine now ❤️‍🔥🌸 Part 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

His lovely girl ❤️‍🔥🌸

Stop stressing ❤️‍🔥🌸

Perfect ❤️‍🔥🌸

You’ll always have me (❤️‍🔥) 🌸

You did so well ❤️‍🔥🌸 (sub klaus)

All his and all yours

Bite me (❤️‍🔥?)🌸

Breaking the rules ❤️‍🔥🌸 (sub klaus)

Fluffs:

Klaus Jealous of Elijah & his prego girl 🌸

Pretty boy 🌸

Klaus taking care of sick y/n 🌸

Secrets shared 🌸

Simply adorable 🌸

I love you, and i love you (pregnant story)🌸

I intend to be your last 🌸

You care about me 🌸

No painting=no snuggles 🌸 Pt 2 Pt 3 ❤️‍🔥 sub klaus

I love everything about you 🌸

I love you more 🌸

A narcissistic white man with anger issues 🌸

I love that people know that i am yours 🌸

For you, my love i would do this every day 🌸

Pancakes with Nik <3 🌸

I enjoy spoiling you 🌸

It’s okay 🌸

Fuck. Off. 🌸

Fluffs with Angst:

I love you 🌸💔

Just us 🌸(💔)

You 🌸💔

We’re together now, you’re safe 🌸💔

“July” 🌸💔 pt 2

You want a baby, don’t you sweetheart 🌸💔

Always and forever 🌸💔

I don’t want to lose you 🌸💔

Forgive me 💔🌸

You were with Cami 💔 Pt 2 💔🌸

Because I love you 💔🌸

I’ve lost it 💔🌸

Just angst :(

Enough💔

A life i do not deserve 💔

Head canons: 🤍

Klaus Yandere 🤍

Yandere Klaus 🤍

Human Yandere Klaus 🤍

Modern day Human Yandere Klaus 🤍

Arranged marriage to Yandere Klaus 🤍

Submissive Yandere Klaus 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Yandere Elijah love triangle 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Manipulative reader 🤍

Yandere Klaus and Katherine’s little sister 🤍

Yandere Klaus & Katerina’s best friend 🤍

Possessive Klaus + Elijah trying to steal y/n 🤍

Klaus crushing on Katherine’s little sister 🤍

Klaus finding out you’re his mate 🤍

Dating Klaus 🤍

Klaus courting you🤍

Simp Klaus 🤍

Pregnant with yandere Klaus’s baby🤍

Possessive Klaus 🤍

Giving Klaus a Blowjob 🤍

Klaus And The Devils Daughter 🤍

Yandere reader & Klaus 🤍

Klaus’ rich house wife 🤍

Dominant Klaus 🤍

Alphabets: ⚜️

nsfw Klaus alphabet ⚜️

Klaus fluff alphabet ⚜️

Yandere Klaus fluff alphabet ⚜️

Sub Klaus NSFW alphabet ⚜️

Elijah mikaelson:

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson 🤍

Yandere Elijah & Yandere Klaus love traingle 🤍

Kol Mikaelson:

I’ll always stay 🌸

The one that i never got 🌸💔

Rebekah Mikaelson:

Rebekah have a female s/o 🤍

Sex with Rebekah 🤍

Damon Salvatore:

Toxic Damon (smut) 🤍

did not realise how many posts i’ve written, i still have a bunch of requests but i am getting through them ASAP! i really appreciate all your ideas and look forward to seeing what other great ideas you all have ☺️

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habeascorpseus · 1 year ago

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👉👈 can you tell us more about the fnc angel/demon au? 🥺 pretty please?

oh CAN i? okay first things first. this is entirely because of good omens s2 and particularly uses concepts from episode 3 about "angels/demons who go along as best they can". also canon gillion and chip are very azi/crowley coded to me (cmon, gill's a literal paladin sent to the oversea to portend the rapture that he's now doubting the need for and chip is a mischievous little bastard with too much charisma and until recently no concrete stake in anything except for protecting his crew) so yeah. anyways the information will be delivered in bullet points for each person

CHIP

was an angel. a pretty young one, at that. possibly came to existence around the 3rd millennium of mana's society

pretty mischievous and self interested for an angel. lets just say he fucked around and found out, and for it he was kicked out of heaven and fell into hell, but managed to crawl out like the stubborn bastard he is

the form he fell and crawled back to earth in was a young human looking boy. involuntarily, of course. but he often struggled to change his form in the past, instead letting it be dictated by his emotional state (another fairly chaotic and unangelic thing to do), and right now he feels small, weak, and vulnerable

he's picked up by the black rose, and, desperate to belong, he goes along with their assumption that he's just a normal kid, too weak to use much power or even change his form. for the couple years he lives with the crew, he doesnt grow. (this is chalked up to malnourishment.)

unfortunately, now that he's a demon, he has an Energy. and that energy attracts things. in particular: bad shit, and other demons. niklaus takes notice of this crew claimed by a seemingly inexperienced demon and decides to sink it for fun and to see what chip will do.

chip washes ashore on another island with two thoughts: one, he doesnt think he's allowed to be attached to anything good anymore without poisoning it, and two, he needs to be scarier in order to not be fucked with.

so he spends ten years hanging around ruben price, a man who acts so comically, stereotypically evil that chip occasionally doubts how mortal he is, but it seems like price just Like That. a handy trick of being a demon now is that chip can Sense types of energy- positive, negative, etc. what's scariest about price is chip gets nothing off of him, which is why he's the perfect person to watch

things come to a head when price forces chip to kill a man. and, well, its kind of what he's supposed to do, as a demon- but he hates it. in particular, he hates not feeling in control, and it angers him enough that hes finally able to use some demonic power to set price's warehouse ablaze and disappear into the night. (his hands are now blackened from where they caught fire and he now has a tail, being so unused to using magic that using it burnt away his human form to reveal the true form beneath it. he cant really disguise them back to normal because, again, bad at form shifting)

he sets sail on the sea and lands on an island where he follows a particularly strong negative energy to a tavern where he meets...

JAY

girl who's family basically run the navy.

her older sister was just mysteriously murdered around a year and a half ago, and she's going through it

by which i mean, She's Pissed. she wants whoever killed her to be found and brought to justice, preferably with the business end of her own pistol, but her father (an admiral) has fucked off to gods-knows-where and there's not really any leads at home beyond being surrounded by what her sister left behind... she's getting desperate.

she's bartending at her mom's tavern one evening when a guy her age walks in but he's.. wrong. somehow. there's dozens of lanterns and candles in the room, and yet he seems to cast a long shadow behind him no matter where he turns. also his hands are dark claws. she's pretty sure he's a demon honestly.

she's getting desperate and she wants leads. his appearance makes her feel almost irrational in how suddenly she remembers she needs to find her sister's killer.

so, with some part of her screaming that she is being very, very stupid, she offers a deal. vengeance for her sister in exchange for her soul. the demon looks weirdly surprised at this and tells her that her soul won't be necessary, that he needs a crew on his ship and all she needs to do is travel with him. so she accepts, they shake hands, and jay tries to ignore how much her instincts are screaming this is a bad idea.

they set sail two days later on the demon's dingy little ship and begin sailing towards where jay thinks the next largest navy outpost is, and on the way they meet...

GILLION

gillion is an archangel. he's pretty young, all things considered. he's not sure when he came into being, but he's pretty sure he's a replacement for.... someone.

gillion has a destiny, that's for certain. the heavenly council has been training him since his creation for some kind of destiny, though he hasn't really thought to ask what it is. he's sure it's good, though. the heavenly order would never mislead him into committing morally reprehensible acts in the service of a greater cosmic good, right?

his "life" is pretty rigid though. all training, no play, and certainly no contact with the mortal realm, that is, until he follows some of his superiors on their way to bless some admiral of some mortal navy. except... this guy is evil. its written in his the fake smiles, his body language, the way he listens to them with greed in his eyes.

and gillion was destined to smite evil, so he attacks him.

heaven, of course, doesn't take kindly to this, but instead of kicking him from heaven outright, they propose a test of faith: be stripped of most of his divinity and fulfill his destiny within a year in the mortal realm. it's not like he has a choice, so they kick him down to mana with only his sword and a little bit of armor.

he falls into the sea, deep, deep into an undersea trench, where the first thing he sees are a couple tritons. and, yeah, tritons seem pretty cool. so with the last vestiges of whatever divine energy he carries, he becomes a triton and uses his wings (oh thank gods he still has his wings) to propel himself to the surface of the sea.

for a while, he floats adrift, taking in the feeling of being wet and having the sun burn his body where it rests above the waves and the taste of salt on his tongue and the dark spots in his eyes that appear every time he stares too long at the sun. but that's fine. it's.... nice. he can almost forget it's a punishment.

after a day of listless floating, Something appears on the horizon, and then grows closer. its large, and brown, and honestly kind of shabby looking. but it looks cozy, a bit more hospitable than the ocean, and he sends out a dozen silent prayers and thank-yous when the ship suddenly changes course and begins heading Directly for him.

a man pokes his head over the railing of the vehicle and asks if he's okay. his hair is a really pretty color. his eyes kind of remind him of the fires lit to burn sacrifices that he's seen humans make a couple times. a blackened, clawed hand reaches out to grab his, and when they touch, it the crackle in the air feels like the moments just before a smiting lightning strike. he feels forbidden. but gillion's beginning to appreciate the idea of a rebellious phase, so he grips him tightly and lets himself be pulled onboard.

ITEMS OF IMPORTANCE

chip knows what gillion is, gillion does not know what chip is. chip is completely fine with this and is deciding to use it to his advantage in order to do minor devilish activities

what follows is basically the same plot until episode 14, though chip leans a lot more heavily into trickery and temptation

when it's revealed What chip is, gillion is not only Pissed but afraid for jay's soul, convinced that chip has been traveling with her in order to prey and feed upon it. he and chip duel, and gillion wins, as good so often does against evil— but before gillion can smite him and send him back to whence he came, jay steps in and stops him long enough for chip to slip away below deck. she tells gillion she made a deal with him and he blatantly refused her soul, which is why she's travelling with him instead. gillion, now hopeful that he can redeem chip, lets it slide, but. has chip promise to cool it on the demon shit.

the reason why gillion couldn't sense chip being a demon for so long is because he, for some reason, doesn't feel fiendish to him. unfortunately, gillion is too stupid to further entertain this train of thought.

both gillion and chip regain power at the same rate, though their progress is accelerated whenever gillion feels they did something good, and when chip is feeling angry. (this will eventually change)

chip is very bad at being a demon, to the point where he's begun talking jay out of vengeance entirely because it makes him feel bad about making her worse. gillion, ironically, says she should hold herself to her principles and seek justice, in a comical subversion of the angel and devil on her shoulders. they have many an argument about this.

nobody knows chip is Fallen. its one of the main sources of his insecurities and hed rather not have gillion judge him harder, thank you very much.

when chip is offered to have a memory removed by blangus, he attempts to remove his memory of being an angel. this doesn't work, because the memory is a core part of What he is and forgetting that would unmake him. he decides to give up killing a man instead.

gillion's destiny is to bring the rapture. kind of a bummer! gillion's a little in denial about it and the longer he spends with humanity and witnesses their good and their bad and the hope they all carry within them, the more reluctant he is to fulfill his purpose. (it's fine. he has 6 more months to decide. its fine. it's fine. time goes painfully slow for mortals)

eventually the truth of chip's past is revealed, and gillion is Pissed, though not at chip. in hindsight, it's obvious that he was created to replace chip when he Fell, meaning if not him, chip would have been the one to end the world, and that thought sits worse for him than imagining himself doing the deed. perhaps when he gets back to heaven he will demand chip's status be reinstated.

chip is caught between encouraging him to forsake his destiny (he likes humanity, and he likes fucking with heaven's plans) and going along with his destiny to not get kicked out of heaven. falling is painful and awful and he cant imagine gillion playing any role other than good, and he doesn't want him to, because if you're not With heaven, you're a victim of the rapture, and he doesn't want that.

gillion is already halfway on his way to letting himself fall on purpose the more he spends time with jay and chip. he wants to be with chip as long as he can be but every time they touch gillion gets the feeling hes skating on thin ice.

jay is the safest pirate on the sea in terms of other demons and angelic presences trying to fuck with her, both gillion and chip have a deal to smite her father next time they see him.

in chips solo mission with price, he ended up sending him to hell instead of giving him the eye. it is not at all disconcerting that chip can do this

edyn is an angel who helped raise gillion and gave him an immortal soul as a pet. when he was sent to earth it manifested as a frogtopus, and after gillion was sent away edyn followed him to earth and settled down in allport to keep tabs on him through the navy

caspian is Lizzie's guardian angel

anyways theres more but thats the long and not-at-all short of it. hope you like!

#habeas speaks #asked and answered #tigers101 #jrwi celestial au

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namelessprince · 5 months ago

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gillion canon design masterpost

ok last one \o/ lmk if i missed anything!

EPISODE 1:

Scute-like armor

Whalebone longsword

Shell shield

Shoulder-length hair

No shoes

Pretzel in tank at his hip

Simple loose black pants

Black sleeveless turtleneck

LOFFINLOT ARC:

Niklaus deal tattoo on wrist/forearm

DESIRE ISLAND ARC:

‘Coral’ colored necklace from Aslana

PARAMOUNT TOURNAMENT ARC:

New platemail armor

BLOCK:

Loses sword

Ring to match chip (never mentioned again)

EPISODE 54:

Broken coral crown (earl steals pieces of it for potions)

ALLPORT ARC 1:

Gains the Golden Lotus (sword), eventually called Destiny’s Blade

EPISODE 82:

Red lightning scars

EPISODE 85:

Magical friendship bracelets

REDESIGN (87):

Hair longer, up in a bun

Pretzel now on shoulder

More traditional fantasy looking armor

Spikes, exaggerated shoulder pads.

Blue black and gold

Helping hands gauntlets

Luxbrious pearl fragment embedded in sword

Shower head spray nozzles on palms of gauntlets. So he can spray people with water.

Boob window on shirt (not said in the episode but its on his character sheet)

ALLPORT ARC 2:

Oozing black scars on chest (only got scratched in “cool places” whatever that means)

Leaves armor there for rufus to customize it for him

ZERO AGAIN:

Gets armor back, now it's retractable

Curse scars heal

BLACK SEA ARC:

Hair braided (but still in a bun)

Gets skinned (“you didnt think i just grew the skin back, did you” but he does he literally does he heals himself and its fine after that)

#my post #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider

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papatundespainknife · 2 years ago

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was reminded again about how much i HATE the shows names for the mikaelsons bc they DON’T MAKE FUCKING SENSE FOR 10TH CENTURY NORSEMEN. So i’m gonna throw out here the names i used for them on my very short lived klaus and elijah blogs (burn out is real lol). the idea here was that these were their names they were given/born with which they later change around to the ones we know them by to you know, keep up with the times a lil better.

first off the last names are now MíMISSON and MÍMISDÓTTIR because tHaT’s HoW nOrSe LaSt NaMeS wOrK.

Mímir = Mikael Mímir is a famous character in Scandinavian myth. He was a wise man and advisor to Odin who was decapitated in the Æsir–Vanir War. Odin did some witchcraft to preserve his head and now keeps it in the well at the bottom of Yggdrasil and asks him shit. It just feels like the kinda thing parents would name their kid with optimism he’d grow up Wise and favored by Odin but then he turns out Like That. Picks Mikael later on because he would be the time to associate himself with a divine messenger warrior angel who 1v1′d Satan. The prick.

Eistla = Esther Frankly the one I’m least likely to actually USE the canon name for outside of meta and general fandom talking and only for clarity reasons. Since she died in the 10th century and isn’t around again until the 21st century for a hot minute there’s really no need to figure out a new name for her. Derived from “Eist/Oast” which means like “Pyre/Embers/Fire/Etc” also the name of Jotunn.

Freya = Freya No notes for obvious reasons. Fun fact tho, Freya is just the feminine form of Freyr which means “Lord/Master” or “Fertile” which tracks with how both Freya and Freyr are associated with fertility. Freya is the Vanir goddess oflove, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr (magic for seeing and influencing the future) so I mean, she’s very accurately named lol.

Finnbjǫrn = Finn Honestly again another dude who didn’t really change his name because he was in a box for 900 years but also lucked out that Finn’s both a nickname for his own name and like, A Normal Ass Name to this day. Finn usually refers to Finland/Lapland and björn/bjǫrn means “bear/warrior”. Which like honestly, yes so real, such vibes for my specialest boy.

Eylaugr = Elijah Eylaugr is the male form of Eylaug and is built from “Ey” which means “island” or “floodplain” and Laug which in old germanic means “to celebrate marriage/to swear a holy oath/to be dedicated” and is likely related to the old Norse “Laug/Log” which means “bath (in connection with religious worship)”. Likely picked Elijah due to the auditory similarity to help with like, fucking remembering it and responding to it (honestly a major factor for all of them lbr) but also keeps the holy vibes aesthetic since Elijah is a prophet and miracle worker and I think he’d appreciate that through line of like, aesthetic continuity.

Næskunungr = Nikalus Combination of “Nes” (ness/spit of land) and “Konung” (king). Old Norse neskonungr = 'ness-king', 'small-king'; one who has no more than a ness over which to rule. Which like, god SUCH A BURN EVEN FROM YOUTH. I’d just been looking for something that sounded reasonably close to “Niklaus” on an auditory level but then I saw the breakdown of the parts and was like “oh yeah, that’s Klaus”. Like you could see it as parents being like “aw little king baby :)” or “look at this napeleon complex motherfucker even before napeleon complexes are a THING” and I think that’s beautiful. Goes with Niklaus later because again, reasonably close to Næskunungr in sound and also means “Victor of the people” and I mean...... Yeah.... He’d do that.....

Ragrifridr/Ragnfríðr = Rebekah Built from “regin” (advise/decision/might/power (of the gods) ) and “fríðr” (beautiful/beloved/good/alive/peaceful/safe). She absolutely picked it for the sound and vibes and nothing else but it does mean “Moderator, To Tie, Noose, To Bind, Captivating, Strong Combatant, Hearty”. Which does feel very good for her so like, 10/10 on that front

Kolr = Kol Again another one who gets no notes. Stunning, perfect, flawless. Kol/Kolr in old Norse just means “coal” so like, lol okay I see we gave up around here I guess.

Heðinn = Henrik Heðinn means “jacket of fur or skin” in Old Norse. I’ve already given some leeway in places like Finn’s name which is more finnish than it is norwegian but I gotta draw the line somewhere and I’m doing it at Henrik’s german ass name. Again another one who would’ve never used their canon name because he’s Fuckin’ Dead. Tried to pick something was from the right rough area and sounded similar enough and then I saw the meaning of this name and was like “oh that’s some nice foreshadowing if I’ve ever seen it”.

BONUS ROUND--

Since I’m the boss now and say that Sage is from the same time period here’s a more timeline appropriate name for her too

Sannhild = Sage Built of the Old Norse: sannr (true/truthful) and “hildr” (battle/fight). Mainly picked for the auditory closeness to Sage and vibes.

#mikaelsons #meta #tvdu #sage tvd #it's my blog so i get to put in the effort that the writers actively refused to put in

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keepsdeathhiscourt · 5 months ago

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Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama, Gore, Depictions of Violence, Death

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Chapter 15: The Girl in the Attic

“Where exactly are we going?” Lucie asks, the bayou flying by in the rearview mirror. “Or am I not allowed in on the secret?”

As the car turns noiselessly onto the highway, the bright morning sun beams directly through the windshield. Lucie flips down the sun visor, glancing at Elijah’s illuminated profile.

“To see Davina,” he says, eyes fixed on the road. “I’m sure you can understand why I preferred to keep such information away from Niklaus. He can be…unpredictable.”

Lucie might have laughed if her stomach wasn’t currently twisting itself into knots. The exchange between the two brothers had been uncomfortable, to say the least. And when Elijah had asked her to accompany him into the city, she’d leaped at the chance to escape the tension.

Now, faced with this fresh development, she might have been better off staying behind.

She fights with the sun visor, trying to get the angle just right as she asks, slowly, “Why are we going to see her?”

He shoots her a sidelong look. “To secure my release from the attic, she and I struck a deal.”

This time, she laughs despite herself. “Why am I not surprised? What did you offer her?”

“Despite being in possession of enormous power, she’s still a young witch in desperate need of a guiding hand.” Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reaches into his suit jacket. Producing a handful of yellowed, fading pages, he offers them to her. “Pages from my mother’s grimoire.”

Lucie accepts them, plucking a page from the pile and inspecting the ink with a reverent fascination. “This must be at least five hundred years old.”

His lips quirk into a half smile, gaze locked ahead. “Try one thousand.”

She shakes her head in awe, adjusting her already delicate grip as she flips to the other side. Her brow furrows.

“A sanguinum knot?” Her head raises to look at him. Confusion transforms into understanding. “You want her to break Sophie’s connection to Hayley?”

He nods.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Elijah,” she says, “but this is a complicated spell. Davina might have the power for it, but she doesn’t have the experience. She can’t pull this off, not without help.”

She finds his eyes already on her. Expecting a flicker of disappointment at the very least, his expression is blank, bubble thoroughly un-burst.

He gives her a meaningful look, waiting for her to piece it together.

“You can’t possibly mean—” she sighs, exasperated. “I know you’re still waking up, but I’m working on a pretty limited magical budget, remember?”

To her consternation, his expression is serious, with no signs of yielding.

“I’m fully aware of your limitations, Lucretia. However, do not be so quick to discredit your abilities. You may not be able to cast to your full potential, but you had the benefit of nearly two decades of experience under the tutelage of some of the most powerful Elders New Orleans has produced in the last hundred years. All I’m asking is that you guide her, and help her through the more difficult components. She has more than enough power for the rest.”

She flounders, rendered speechless by the sincerity she hears in his voice, sees in his eyes.

He seizes the opportunity to drive his point home.

“I understand the gravity of what I am asking of you, and I am not making this request lightly. However, I cannot think of anyone better suited to the task,” a pause. Then, softer, “or that I would trust more to do it.”

Silence stretches out between them, only broken by the soft hum of the engine. It’s only for a few moments, but in that time Lucie speed runs the spectrum of human emotion.

She wants to tell him she can’t, and that he should ask Sophie instead. But under the weight of his stare and the absolute faith he seems to have in her, she doesn’t stand a chance.

She sighs, doing her best not to crumble the priceless parchment in her hand as she says, “Alright, but if she blasts me into a pile of dust, that’s on you.”

“Should that happen, I will be sure to sweep up your ashes with the utmost reverence.”

She blinks at him, dumbfounded.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Elijah Mikaelson, did you just make a joke?”

“Of course not,” he says, but when Lucie laughs, his lips twitch up at the corners, and chuckles. It accentuates his laugh lines, makes crinkles around his eyes. He’s always been handsome, ridiculously so. But this is different. Lucie makes it her mission to make him laugh again.

____

It could be worse, Lucie thinks, hovering in the doorway. But as she stares at the diminutive form of a particularly incensed teenage witch, she struggles to come up with exactly how.

“What is she doing here?” Davina demands and the atmosphere shifts.

Peering around Elijah, she recognizes the little attic room from that first failed locator spell. It’s both a relief and a sore point that she had been so close to finding him all along.

Even half-obscured, it’s been apparent from the jump that Davina is not happy to see her. And that was before candle flames jumped half a foot.

“Davina, meet Lucie,” Elijah says, unaffected. He steps out of the way, exposing Lucie to the full brunt of her stare. And then, as simple as if they’d been invited for tea, adds, “I asked her here.”

“I already know her. She’s a witch.”

“She is a friend,” he corrects.

“Not if she’s one of them, she’s not.”

“Technically, I’m not part of any coven,” Lucie chimes up but shuts her mouth when Davina levels her with a murderous glare.

“This wasn’t part of the deal. Get her out of here, now,” she steps forward as the windows rattle. “Don’t make me regret freeing you.”

“There’s no need for threats,” Elijah says, glancing up at the glass, but calm as ever. “As I said, you are in possession of great power. But I fear without the proper guidance, you’ll never reach your potential or gain full control.”

“I don’t care.” Her dark hair spills over her shoulders as she shakes her head vehemently. “Thanks for sharing your mother’s spells with me, but she’s not coming in here.” The gifted pages rustle as she waves them about, emphasizing her point. “I’ll figure it out myself.”

“Miss Claire, please—”

“It’s alright, Elijah,” Lucie interjects with a hand on his forearm. “Hayley’s safe at home. There’s still time. We’ll figure something else out.”

“Very well.” He glances down at her and then. turns to face Davina. “I cannot say that I’m not disappointed, but I will respect your decision. Good luck, Miss Claire.”

As Elijah slips past her, his form retreating down the stairs, Lucie spares Davina a last look. Their eyes meet, blue on brown. Something akin to recognition flickers in the girl’s eyes.

Lucie is the first to break the stare, following after Elijah.

____

When Elijah proposes meeting with the source directly, Lucie is less than enthused. The thought of inhabiting a room with Sophie after their tense exchange a few days ago leaves a sour taste in her mouth. But, begrudgingly, she admits that next to Davina, she’s their best shot at finding a way to unlink Hayley.

They meet up with Klaus in the back alley behind Rousseau’s. Though it isn’t open yet, that doesn’t stop him from breaking through the locks like hard candy, or from Elijah and Lucie following him inside.

There’s no Sophie Deveraux to be seen, despite half-chopped vegetables on the wooden countertops and her purse on the hook nearby. What they do find is Sabine, sprawled out on the tiles.

“What happened?” Elijah asks, helping the disoriented woman to her feet.

Sabine rubs her head, looking around with a groan. Lucie struggles to control her expression when she says, “It was Agnes. Her men took Sophie.”

“Of course it was.” Lucie loses the battle, unable to hide her disdain. “It’s always Agnes, isn’t it?”

The other woman’s head turns to face her, blinking hard as if seeing her for the first time. Her dark, almond eyes drink her in and Lucie resists the urge to shiver.

Then, Klaus chimes in, acerbic as he says, “Day one with you in charge, brother, and already the witch linked to Hayley has been abducted by zealots.”

If Elijah is irritated by Lucie’s outburst or Klaus’ criticism, he says nothing. Instead, he turns his focus to Sabine. “Where is she?”

She shakes her head, curls gliding from her shoulders to her back. “If I tell you where Agnes is, you’ll just kill her.”

It’s a fair point. Lucie doubts Agnes would survive long in Klaus’ clutches.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks, confirming.

“Look, I know she’s a little... coo-coo, but she’s our last living Elder. That might not mean a lot to you, but it means plenty to us. The Elders are the only ones who can do important spells.”

“Like completing the Harvest ritual?” Elijah asks.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You know about that?

He exchanges a fleeting glance with Lucie. One that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sabine, her eyes flickering between them. “Oh, you’d be astounded by the things I know.”

Meanwhile, Klaus advances towards her, sleek as a jungle cat.

“Allow me to entertain you with today’s list of priorities. One, unlink your friend Sophie so she no longer controls the fate of the woman carrying my child,” he says, counting off in his fingers. “Two, convince my brother to accept my heartfelt apologies for some recently dodgy behavior. Three... there is no three.”

This time Elijah steps forward, angling himself ahead of Klaus ever so slightly.

“I believe what my brother is attempting to communicate here is that neither the life of this Elder, nor the Harvest ritual, nor your coven’s connection to magic are of any relevance to him whatsoever.” His eyes flash as he gestures toward her. “Now talk.”

____

Their interrogation of Sabine leads them to Lafayette Cemetery. The grand mausoleum, with its cracked, water-stained foundation, is where they find Sophie, shackled and exhausted.

Elijah’s superhuman strength makes quick work of the rusted chains, and with a single, deliberate tug, they crumble apart. Sophie rubs at her wrists, soothing the chafed skin. With a groan, she tilts her head up to meet three sets of quizzical stares.

“Agnes stuck me with a needle. Cursed objects were created a long time ago. We use them so we don’t get busted by Marcel for doing magic. The one she used is called the Needle of Sorrows. It was cursed in 1860 when—”

“Jump ahead a few decades and tell us what it does, love,” Klaus interrupts impatiently.

“It has only one purpose: to kill a child in utero by raising her blood temperature.”

Lucie’s heart skips a beat. She looks at Klaus and Elijah. Both brothers are already exchanging silent expressions of fury. Somewhere, out in the middle of god knows where Hayley is sick and alone with some unknown entity. And the last time they’d spoken, they’d both been so angry with each other.

“It’s for a miscarriage,” Elijah states, his voice tight. Sophie nods. “So, how much time do we have to fix this?”

“It will do what it’s meant to by tonight’s high tide. And believe me, it will work. I saw her use a similar object on a kid who went mad and killed a bunch of priests.”

The world tilts on its axis again as the information lands. In her head, she can hear Cami’s halting, tearful voice recounting her brother Sean’s last days.

She fights down the urge to puke, trying to compartmentalize. If Hayley’s under the impact of a cursed object, they need to move fast.

Klaus comes to the same conclusion. “I’d like to have a chat with this Agnes. Where can I find her?”

“You won’t. There are a thousand places she could hole up to wait it out,” Sophie replies.

“That’s precisely why we need to unlink you from Hayley. No more danger toward her or the child,” Elijah says, pacing the length of the room.

Sophie’s eyes widen, panic emanating off her like static. “No, what? If I am not linked to Hayley, I lose my leverage on you. We had a deal!”

He stops, expression thunderous as he humbles her with accusing, stony eyes. “We are not on the same side, Sophie Deveraux. Our deal no longer stands.”

Sophie scoffs in outrage, clutching at straws and gearing up to marshal a counterargument when Elijah’s phone rings.

He swipes up, turning his back to them. “Rebekah, can this wait? We’re in the middle of something—What do you mean gone?”

Lucie strains her ears, hoping to catch a thread of the conversation. Unable to pick up anything but Rebekah’s muffled voice on the other end, she’s forced to read Elijah’s body language instead. His stiff posture and blazing eyes are telling — whatever Rebekah just told him, it’s bad.

“I’ll be right there.”

Elijah ends the call and turns to the group, urgency in his eyes. “It’s Hayley. Rebekah said she was feeling ill this morning. Now she’s missing. I must return to the manor to help Rebekah search.”

“Missing?” Klaus repeats, low and venomous.

“That’s what I said, Niklaus. If we hope to save her and her baby, we must move quickly. We need to find Agnes.”

“You get to Rebekah, I’m going back to the church,” Klaus says, gears turning. “I have an idea of how to track down our renegade witch.”

Lucie steps forward, steeling herself. “I’m coming with you.”

Elijah angles towards her, looking perplexed. “You can’t possibly mean to try Davina again? She made her position abundantly clear.”

“Maybe she did,” she concedes, finding his gaze as the others watch on. “But Davina’s still our best shot. I might be the only one she’ll listen to. I have to try.”

Elijah nodded. “Very well. Miss Deveraux, you have one chance to prove yourself to be an ally worth having. Come with me. There’s a locator spell to be performed.”

Sophie hesitates, clearly warring between the gravity of the situation and the precariousness of her own position. Finally, she nods slowly, ready to follow Elijah’s lead. As Lucie shadows Klaus out into the daylight beyond the mausoleum, she can only hope that Hayley can hold on long enough to convince Davina.

____

“Phesmatos omnio legares coldate sangorium,” Davina says in stilted, butchered Latin. Her voice floats to Lucie down the wooden staircase as she brushes past Klaus and his confrontation with the human faction as she races towards the attic room.

She glimpses her as she clears the landing, staring down at the knot. Taking a moment to watch her attempt the spell on her own, she can feel the girl’s frustration when it remains motionless, despite her best attempts.

Davina exhales in frustration and Lucie has an inkling that she’s been at this since they left. A suspicion that’s all but confirmed when she runs a hand through her hair and lashes out, striking the legs of an easel. It wobbles back and forth, finding equilibrium as Lucie steps through the doorway.

“You’re saying it wrong.”

Davina jumps, startled expression morphing into profound irritation when she spots her.

“I thought I told you to stay away,” she grits out, teeth barred and fists clenched.

“You did. Pretty clearly,” Lucie replies with more calm than she feels. “But I need your help.”

She rises to her feet, the room thick with swelling power. “Why the hell would I help you?”

Even as she speaks, her hands raise, her lips shaping the words of an incantation.

“Wait!” Lucie cries, hands up. “Before you throw me out the window, just hear me out. Please.”

Davina considers, eyes narrowed and fixed on her. Then, “You have one minute.”

Lucie doesn’t waste a second. “I know Elijah already said this, but I think we can help each other. The spell you’re undertaking is tricky, the pronunciation has to be perfect, and it takes a level of focus that’s hard to master. Which means you have to understand what it actually does.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “I know what it does. It’s a practice spell to help control my magic.”

Just like a fifteen-year-old to take everything anyone says at face value.

“Yes,” Lucie says slowly, leaning against the doorframe and gathering her patience. “It’s also a sanguinum knot, a common component in unlinking spells.”

Davina’s brows furrow, a little crease forming between them. “Why would Elijah give me an unlinking spell?”

“Because the Quarter witches used it to connect someone very important to him with Sophie Deveraux, and now she’s in danger because of it.”

“So he lied to me?” Her tone is deceptively even, but underneath there’s a note of danger. Lucie examines the hard set of her jaw and wonders if she imagines the shift in the air.

She considers carefully before saying, “Elijah is protecting his family,” a pause, “Like how Marcel protected you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says bitterly, but soon falls silent, seemingly stuck somewhere between understanding and anger. Lucie takes the opportunity to slip into the room fully. “Aren’t you supposed to be on their side? Won’t Elijah be angry at you for telling me this?"

“Maybe.” She admits, occupying a chair a safe distance away.

“Then why risk it?”

The answer is simple: to save Hayley. But there’s more to it, an altogether complicated underpinning. It’s a struggle, but she tries to put a voice to it.

“Because I know what it’s like to be on the wrong side of the elders, to be cast out. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you, but I know witches and vampires well enough to make some educated guesses.” Her eyes drift to a violin resting on a nearby desk. She plucks it up to inspect it closer. “And I don’t think you’ve gotten to make many of your own choices, at least not with all the facts. So I’m giving you one.”

“And if I tell you no?”

Lucie sighs, halting her perusal to catch her stare. “Then I’ll leave it at that and be on my way.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she repeats. “But in the spirit of giving you all the information, there’s a pregnant girl that really needs your help and she just happens to be my best friend.”

“So that’s why you’re doing this,” Davina says flatly, something Lucie can’t place dancing in her eyes.

Lucie nods. “I’d do anything for the people I care about, especially if that means protecting them from witches like Agnes. I think we might have that in common.”

Davina doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she stares unfocused at some point beyond Lucie’s shoulder. She turns to follow it and lands on a charcoal drawing of a girl around Davina’s age with curly hair and large dark eyes.

“I was there, you know—when they banished you,” she says after a time. “I wasn’t sure when you first walked in, but I remember you.”

Lucie’s eyes snap to her. “You would have been just a kid.”

She nods. “I didn’t understand what was happening then, but for years the Elders used to use you as a cautionary tale about what happens to witches that don’t follow the rules, that don’t learn to control their magic. And I believed them. Until I learned the hard way.”

“Davina,” she starts, struggling to find the right words. But there are none, not for what this girl has been through. “What happened wasn’t your fault. That blame lies squarely with the Elders.”

"I know." Davina’s eyes go glassy, nostrils flaring and breath escaping in little jagged puffs. The next words she speaks land in staccato hammer hits, brimming with conviction. “I hate them for what they did. For taking everything from me. And I know that whatever they want with your friend, I don’t want them to have it.”

Lucie straightens up in her seat. “What are you saying?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll help your friend.”

“Really?”

When Davina nods, she flies out of the chair, grasping her upper arms. “Davina, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she replies with a wobbly smile. “You still have to help me through this spell. And if you even think about trying anything, just know I can melt your face off in seconds.”

“Understood,” she says, taking her hands.

They get to work after that. The two witches settled cross-legged on the floor opposite each other, their hands clasped.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” Lucie says. They’ve been at this for an hour and the strain is getting to both of them. Carefully annunciating once more, “Phesmatos sanguinum knotum, legate resolutum.”

Davina mimics the words slowly, mouth tracing over the unfamiliar Latin.

When the knot between them remains motionless, she grunts in frustration. “It’s not working.”

"You just need to focus. Picture the knot coming undone in your head."

“You keep saying that like I haven’t been doing it for the last hour."

“You’ll get it,” she says as her phone rings. “Try the second part.”

She picks up on the second ring.

“We have Hayley,” Rebekah says before she can get a word out.

Lucie exhales in relief. “How is she?”

“In one piece. We're trying to cool her down, but she’s burning up. Please tell me you’re close to figuring it out.”

“We’re working on it,” she says, glancing over to Davina, who’s muttering the words of the spell to herself, eyes shut in concentration.

“Can you and the mini-witch get things moving?” She must be near Hayley because she adds in a hushed tone, “I don’t know how much longer she can hang on.”

“We’re doing all we can. I’ll call you if anything changes.”

She hangs up before Rebekah can get in another word. Settling back in across from Davina and taking her hand once more, she squeezes it.

“Let’s try again.”

It takes thirty more minutes before the knot moves, Davina’s focus and pronunciation improving even as their energy wanes.

Channeling what little magic she has is taking its toll, but they’re close. Lucie knows it.

“One more time, Davina. Picture the knot unwinding in your head as you say the words, then draw on your power to make it happen.”

Davina throws her a sharp look but closes her eyes once more. Her grip tightens in Lucie’s hand as she utters the first part of the incantation.

The air crackles around them, electrifying every nerve ending as Lucie experiences the full extent of Davina’s power. By the beginning of the second part, the knot rises, lifting into the space between them.

She squeezes back, directing her own magic into Davina. As the last word falls from her lips, a gust throws the shutters dude, ripping through the room. Lucie’s eyes drift open as drawings flutter to the ground, blurred by the smoke of extinguished candles.

Their eyes meet before drifting simultaneously downward to where the rope lays, uncoiled.

Davina’s lips part in surprise. “Did we…?”

“I think so,” Lucie breathes, a smile pulling up at the corners of her mouth.

Neither dates to breathe when her phone rings again, everything moving in slow motion as she swipes up to take the call.

“Well?” she asks, nervous and hopeful.

“I don’t know what you did, you mad, brilliant witch, but it worked.”

“Thank God.” Lucie exhales, relief flooding through her as she sinks back into her elbows. “So Hayley…?”

“Is sleeping off the last of her fever,” Rebekah reassures.

She inhales slowly. It feels like the first real breath she’s taken all night and is about to let Rebekah off the other line when she feels her about to speak.

“What is it?”

“Elijah’s on his way,” she says carefully. “Be warned, he’s on the warpath.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

She slips the phone into her pocket, meeting Davina’s expectant stare.

Even Rebekah’s warning can’t take the shine off watching Davina’s face light up when she tells her, “We did it.”

The girl half squeals with joy, nearly tackling Lucie as she throws her arms around her.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she explains when they pull apart. “Do you think you could teach me some other spells, too?”

Lucie considers for a moment. “I don’t see why not, as long as you keep Marcel off my back.”

Davina is practically radiating excitement despite the circles under her eyes.

The sound of raised voices carries up the stairs, halting the conversation. Both sets of eyes drift to the door, Lucie rising to her feet.

“Stay here,” she tells Davina, closing the door behind her before the girl can protest.

____

The scene that awaits Lucie at the bottom of the stairs is alarming, but not entirely unexpected. As dusk descends, the last vestiges of light spill onto the weathered planks and scuffed pews from the high windows, casting long shadows.

Stretched out in a tableau reminiscent of an Old Testament story, members of the human faction gather in clusters, upright and fearful as they all look to one point. She follows their gaze to the sacristy, where Klaus stands, bathed in stained-glass technicolor like a depiction of Lucifer—divine and terrifying all at once.

He moves, the image shattering as he stalks the floor in lazy circles; an apex predator focused on a single form picked off from the group.

Lucie recognizes Agnes immediately. Padding quietly around the candelabras, she positions herself within earshot of the confrontation, her sweating palms pressing against the cool lacquer of a high-backed pew.

“You’re a piece of work, Agnes,” Klaus says, grinning at her with a smile that’s all teeth as he leans in close. “But guess what? I’m quite a piece of work myself,” he says, seizing her wrist and wrenching her towards him. “You know, I contemplated leaving bits of you artfully arranged outside your family’s tomb? I thought it would leave a fitting message.” His hand wraps around her throat, lifting her just high enough for her feet to scramble desperately for purchase. “Don’t. Touch. My. Family.”

Lucie hovers, torn between an urge to intervene and a dark desire to watch it play out. She recalls sitting on the back porch of her childhood home, listening to Agnes laugh with the other matriarchs. She remembers the soothing feel of Agnes’s hands carding through her hair, her voice a gentle rumble as she lay in her lap listening to stories.

If she wanted to, she could step into the light, diverting some of the building tension towards herself. Klaus might not listen to her, but it could buy them enough time to end this without bloodshed, to find a way to spare Agnes.

But then she thinks of Violette, so small and frail beneath her blankets, begging for her children- for more water. She remembers her own shunning and the three dead Harvest girls. Her heart goes cold, each image a needle of ice through tender flesh.

It’s a bitter poison, and she wavers. Perhaps Agnes deserves whatever retribution Klaus has in store. And so she waits.

But not for long because the faded door swings open, hinges creaking as Elijah appears. In a few long strides, he stands in the sacristy opposite his brother.

“Leave her,” he commands. As Lucie watches on, his eyes drift to her, just for a second. But it’s enough. Following his line of sight, a wide-eyed Agnes spots Lucie and, slipping from Klaus’s slackened grip, scrambles towards her.

“Lucie, please,” Agnes begs, a half-sob breaking through as she clutches at Lucie’s shoulders, her wrists, her arms, nails biting into every bit of exposed flesh. “Don’t leave me. Not to him.”

Her eyes dart to Klaus, who watches in bemusement. Lucie begrudgingly meets her gaze, hands drifting up to wrap around the wrists locked on her forearms. The fear emanating from Agnes wraps around her like a cloud, dragging her in.

“Agnes, I...”

“You remember, don’t you?” Agnes whispers urgently, her eyes wide and pleading. “You remember how we took care of you, how we protected you?”

Lucie’s grip tightens, her mind swirling with conflicting memories and emotions. She remembers the warmth of Agnes’ hands, but also the coldness of her betrayal. “I remember how you turned your back on me.”

“And you turned yours,” Agnes retorts, her voice breaking. “But we were family once. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Lucie takes a step back, detaching herself from Agnes’s grasp. The step echoes with finality.

“You killed my family, Agnes.”

Agnes’s face falls, eyes cooling into hardened onyx. “I see,” she murmurs. “You’ve chosen your side then.”

Heart hammering and throat dry, Lucie holds her ground even as Agnes steps closer once more, taking her face between gentle palms. “Gather your strength, Lucie, and pray to whatever is listening for help. You’ll need all you can get for what’s to come.”

She widens the gap between them, backpedaling towards the door, but never taking her eyes off the woman who helped raise her. Elijah catches her gaze, eyes loaded with meaning and his face a mask of determination, a silent promise to act.

“Do it,” Lucie says, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Elijah moves swiftly, his fist crashing through Agnes’s chest. The elder witch gasps, a look of shock and betrayal on her face as she collapses.

It's the last of her Lucie ever sees. She turns on her heel, heading back up the stairs to Davina. She doesn’t look back.

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