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elijahstwink · 1 year 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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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 2 months ago

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Relationship:

Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson

Characters:

Klaus Mikaelson Caroline ForbesElijah Mikaelson Rebekah Mikaelson Vlad Drakul Damon Salvatore (mentioned)

Additional Tags:

Angst Talk of rape / non conis it bashing Damon Salvatore Or is it acknowledging canon? Fluff Fluff and Angst Domestic Fluff Protective Klaus Mikaelsontalk of dismemberment Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence canon? I hardly know her Established Relationship

You can also read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56743879

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Just a little continuation of the moment Klaus left the Villa after finding out about Caroline and Damon.

Klaus stormed out of the Villa in a hazy fury.

Damon mother fucking Salvatore.

He was going to tear him limb from limb. Dismember, dismantle, derail, destroy, disembowel.

He would make him regret being born.

How dare that slimy little weasel treat any woman like that, let alone his woman. Whether he knew of Caroline when it happened or not, the point was moot. She had been his before they'd met, and she'd be his long after they both died.

Just as he is hers. Always and Forever.

Running without a destination was not always a good thing. Especially when you have enhanced speed, that's how Klaus finds himself stopping just seconds before plunging off a cliff.

Damn it.

He had run for the woods in hopes of not encountering any humans.

His adrenaline and bloodlust were too high. He felt the need to kill. But he knew from years of trying to restrain himself that killing random people would not solve or sate his anger.

Because there was a particular person he wanted to kill, and a massacre of innocent people would only make Caroline feel worse.

She shouldn't have to feel that way.

Damon fucking Salvatore.

The next time they cross paths, the dark-haired man will know the true meaning of terror.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket had been mechanical, and he was dialing before he could register his movements.

"Niklaus, what a surprise. Have you and Caroline rescheduled your trip and decided to come visit us instead?" Vlad's voice carried through the phone and Klaus felt his shoulders drop, the tension leaving his body.

He didn't answer the man not knowing what to say, so he just continued to breathe through the speaker.

"Nik? Is everything alright, did something happen? Is Caroline okay?" As he asked the last question Klaus let out a strangled choke from the back of his throat.

Fuck. There were tears too.

"I need someone's head on a platter, or maybe a spike. I still haven't got the clarification." He rasped out as he tried to control the thrill of emotions running through him.

"What happened?" Vlad asked, all hints of pleasantries gone, voice hard as steel.

"I, I don't know if it's for me to tell. It isn't my story. I only found out by accident, she was talking with Bekah. They thought I was still gone." He trailed off, not knowing if what he was saying made any sense.

"Fuck, was she ever going to tell me?" He asked, knowing it was in vain.

"I'm sorry my friend, I don't know what is going on. But know that I am here for both of you. Me and Elisabeta, if you ever need anything." The man's voice was sincere and a little worried as he spoke, and Klaus sighed at his words.

"Thank you, Vlad, for everything." Klaus said as he stared out into the forest. "You are a good friend, even when I did not deserve it." He said quietly.

"Always." The man answered from the other line and Klaus felt a small smile twitch at his words. "And you have never been undeserving of my friendship."

He was so sincere as he said it, and Klaus wondered for the millionth time what he did to deserve people like this in his life.

"I should let you get back to Elly, and I'll let you know if anything changes with our travel plans." He said softly, not wanting to keep the man too long. And a little scared he would blurt out what he found out and then Caroline would never forgive him.

"It's a deal, talk soon old friend."

As the line went dead between them, Klaus felt the murderess rage that was crawling under his skin prickling, and he wondered if shifting to wolf form and killing the woodland creatures would help.

There was really only one way to find out, and Bekah did say he shouldn't come back until tomorrow.

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It was early morning when he finally shifted back, naked and still feeling like he wanted to rip someone's throat out, but better than the night before.

Beneath the rage and deadly urge to hunt down the older Salvatore brother, Klaus felt guilty and regretful.

He should've stopped himself from listening in on their conversation, Rebekah was right.

Klaus shuddered at the thought, she could never find out. But she was right, his reaction last night had been selfish and Caroline deserved better.

She's always deserved better than him.

Filled with shame and regret he flashed his way back to the house, hoping that Rebekah was asleep.

She would yell at him for forcing her to see him naked. Like she isn't the one who crashed in on their travels.

Honestly, what was it with his siblings dropping in uninvited on their trips? Elijah he could understand, he had been worried and Klaus never checked in after finishing his business in Berlin.

But the other two were just menaces.

He walked into the quiet house and noticed that there was a pair of jogging pants left by the door. His heart skipped s beat at the sight, knowing it was Caroline that put them there.

She knew what kind of head space he was in after everything and anticipated that he might shift and go hunting.

The love he had for this woman truly knew no bounds.

He slipped the pair on and continued through the house, treading silently towards their bedroom.

The sight once he opened the door was not one he ever expected to see.

Two blonde heads in their bed, wrapped around each other. Now, if Klaus had caught any other of his siblings tangled up in bed with his Caroline, there would be hell to pay.

He felt a little jealous seeing her in Rebekah's arms too, if he was completely honest with himself. But he knew that after last night, they both probably needed comfort.

He was happy his sister was attempting to bond with Caroline, they both deserved a genuine friend.

Klaus moved out of the room and made his way back downstairs to make himself a drink.

If he couldn't slip into his own bed and cuddle his love, then he was going to drink.

He hadn't even made it to the drawing room before someone flashed in front of him, and to his surprise it was Caroline.

"You're back." She said breathlessly as she studied him.

He moved to touch her face, hand only hesitating for a second before making contact, but she still saw it. And while she leaned into his touch, the sigh she let out and the way she was avoiding his eyes told him that she felt unsure and unsettled.

"Of course I'm back, Bekah said to come back tomorrow." He answered softly, his thumb moving to stroke her face as he spoke. "You're lucky I had enough self-restraint to wait till morning."

Caroline threw herself in his arms instead of saying anything and he wrapped his arms around her instantly, pulling her as close as possible and holding just as tight.

She shivered for a moment, and he could feel her taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. "I was scared." She spoke the words so softly he almost missed them even with the enhanced hearing.

"Scared of what?" He asked, not really sure what she was talking about.

"I was scared of your reaction, if or when I told you about what happened. I didn't even know how to tell you, it's not something you can just slip into everyday conversation. And it happened so long ago I thought I was over it." She said, talking into his chest making her words a little muffled but he didn't mind.

"That is not a kind of thing one just 'gets over', love. I don't know the details, and you should feel no obligation to tell me any of it. I am not worthy of your trust. My reaction last night just proved that." He told her as he moved to kiss the top of her head.

"I shouldn't have been listening, I wasn't planning on it at first, but then I caught Damon's name and then it all just went black. I am sorry. But I need you to know that whatever you're feeling is more than valid."

Caroline shook her head at him and held him tighter. "I'm not saying it's okay, but I do understand, to a point. The way you reacted thought, I think that was the best-case scenario honestly." She said as she nuzzled his chest.

"Is- Can I-" Klaus started almost sputtering as he tried to find the words, but Caroline it seemed knew what he wanted and pulled out of his embrace and pulled on his hand before flashing into one of the guest rooms in the house.

They got comfortable in the bed and Caroline pressed herself against him. "Ask your questions, I may not answer all of them, but I'll try my best." She said as she settled in his arms.

"Do your friends know about this?" Was the first thing out of his mouth l, and the way she tensed against him told him everything he needed to know. His hold on her tightened and he took a deep breath, reminding himself that this wasn't about him.

"Would you like his head on a platter or spike?" He asked next, not needing to get a verbal response for his previous one.

There was a huff from her and she swatted his chest lightly. "You are not killing him, though I am partial to the spike." She said

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 9 months ago

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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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riderofblackdragons · 1 year 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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habeascorpseus · 2 years 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 · 10 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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keepsdeathhiscourt · 10 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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

#elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x ofc #elijah x oc #elijah x ofc #the originals fic #original female character #elijah mikaelson #originals fic

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crimsonlyinglilly · 1 year 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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turtlesaph · 2 years ago

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Writing Prompts/Requests/RP

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Hello! Welcome to my listy! My rules are relatively simple. I don't do smut, kinks, incest, degrading matters, super sexual or sexualized content, multiverses or crossovers. I try to stick to the universe of the character personally. I will do platonic or romantic connections. I work a fulltime job so please be patient if I don't immediately respond.

I'm a story driven person so I love adventure, angst, fantasy, comedy, trauma/drama and some fluff. I do requests and/or RP (RP sticks to Discord). So feel free to ask me anything or request anything! Please share your thoughts, feelings, conspiracies, theories, head-canons and anything else related to the characters I write for!

CANON CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Naraku (Inuyasha)

Toga (Inuyasha)

Kirinmaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Slade (Teen Titans)

Jace Beleren (Magic The Gathering)

Darth Vader/Anakin (Star Wars)

Alex Mercer (Prototype)

Haytham Kenway (Assassin's Creed lll/Rogue)

Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)

Rauru (Legend of Zelda)

Volga (Legend of Zelda)

Twinrova: Koume & Kotake (Legend of Zelda)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel)

Vecna/001-One/Henry Creel (Stranger Things)

Niklaus Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/The Originals)

Caroline Forbes (Vampire Diaries)

AVAILABLE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Haleru (King Rauru's brother) [Legend of Zelda]

Alanis (Overlord Sinner fox) [Hazbin Hotel]

Laviel (Slade's Apprentice/antagonist) [Teen Titans]

Locus (Teen Titan/hero) [Teen Titans]

These lists will not include everyone I write for, just the ones off the top of my head.

MY DISCORD IS:: aschrach

(Posted with half of the tags, will do another with the rest)

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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 2 months ago

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Relationships:

Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson & Vlad Drakul Caroline Forbes & Vlad Drakul

Characters:

Caroline Forbes Klaus Mikaelson Dracula Elena Gilbert (mentioned) Salvatores (mentioned) Original male character (for like a second)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence canon? I hardly know her Unexpected friends Not Canon Compliant / Caroline leaves Mystic Falls and everyone in it / Caroline in slight denial of her feelings / Klaus being a simp(we love him for it) Alternate Universe - No Hope Mikaelson (The Originals)

Caroline meets Count (I’m a Duke!) Drakula and finds out that Klaus talks to him about her. (Hilarity ensues + Klaroline getting together)

You can also read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56224834

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Caroline for the life of her could not tell you how she found herself in these kinds of situations.

Usually, she could pass the blame onto Elena, the Salvatores, or any other supernatural creature that decides to grace their small Virginian town with their presence and choose to settle there so they can plot their evil plans.

But this time, this time she only has herself to blame.

And maybe a certain Original Hybrid, surely she could put a little bit of the blame on him?

Either way, Caroline finds herself alone, traveling, exploring, and seeing the world.

Those words, his words rang in her head like a damn broken record for almost ten years before she decided to finally stop restricting herself and start living her immortal life the way she wanted.

After leaving Mystic Falls and everything it represented, there was a moment where she debated whether she should head to New Orleans (as per his request in the voicemail she likes to listen to any time she feels like she’s starting to forget the sound of his voice.) and go to his front door and demand a tour of his favorite city, before asking him to whisk her away to their promised destinations.

But in the end, she decided against it. It was, too soon. And maybe she was still a coward when it came to her feelings towards the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson.

So instead of seeking him out, she decided to take his advice and see what the world has to offer.

And as much as she hates to admit it, the bastard was right. There was so much beauty and wonder and life in the world, she was wasting her time all those years of fighting other people's battles in her cursed backward town.

Admittedly, she avoided some places.

It didn't feel right to visit Tokyo, Paris, or Rome alone.

But Florence was a whole different city and a decent distance from Rome, so it was free of ghosts and potential memories of potential love interests.

Caroline quite liked the city so far. Her travels have led her to many places, from the beautiful pink sand beaches in Barbuda to perusing jungles in Africa. Her favorite place so far was the mountain ranges of Chile and that one sunrise she got to witness on Koh Samui.

And when she finally ventured to Europe, she was a little conflicted.

She didn't want to visit the United Kingdom or France without him, Italy was on the list as well, but then she met some people while traveling and they couldn't stop talking about how good the nightlife is for supernatural beings in some cities and she was a little curious.

And that is how she found herself in Florence, Italy. The only city she will be visiting in this country. After she is done here, Greece is calling her name.

It is her second day in the city and she finds herself exploring the supernatural nightlife that was so talked about by that gay couple she met in the Netherlands. In hindsight going alone probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but she was not quite a baby vampire anymore and she has helped kill a lot of supernatural creatures older and scarier than her, so, what's the worst that could happen?

Those words would come to bite her in the back later.

The bar recommended to her was interesting, to say the least. It was a supernatural beings-only kind of establishment, but there was none of the usual debauchery you would expect from such places. It was opulent, with a heavy gothic décor, and all the drinks either had blood in them, or you could customize and make your own.

Which was a lot of fun.

It was filled with all kinds of people, and Caroline was enjoying herself, having fun watching others interact, and thinking up different ways she could mix blood with alcohol when a man approached her where she was sitting at the bar.

And isn't it just like a man trying to ruin your night?

"Ciao Bella, come stai, non ti ho visto qui prima?" The man asks in Italian and she smiles politely before answering. "I don't speak Italian, sorry. And I'm not interested anyway. But thanks." She goes to turn back to her drink, but the man's hand is on her shoulder in a flash his grip tight, startling her slightly by the sudden movement.

"Oh, an American, how yummy! You must let me buy you a drink." The blonde persisted, his accent, she noticed as he spoke English was thick and sounded Russian and his hand gripped her shoulder a little tighter with every word.

Caroline did not like that.

She moved with just enough force to let his hand fall and leaned back away from him, smiling tightly this time. "No, thank you, I already have a drink." She picked up her glass from the bar as evidence. "And as I said, I'm not interested."

"A beautiful woman such as yourself should not be alone, let me keep you company, I promise I’ll only bite if you beg me to." Those words were whispered way too close to her ear for comfort.

And look, Caroline tried to be not too bitchy about it, she really did, but the guy did not understand the meaning of the word 'no' and just as she was debating on taking out the vervain she carries around with her and burning him with it, just as a little warning, another man approached them out of nowhere.

"I believe the lady has said she is not interested, multiple times, Dymitr. Go find someone who is, da?" The man had a curious aura about him, his accent was also thick, but a little different than the blonde who was hitting on her.

The mystery man was tall, dark, and handsome as cliche as that might sound, a little old for her taste, but handsome nonetheless. He was also old in a different sense as well.

The ones over 400 years old always have this feel about them when you are in their presence, at least to Caroline. Somehow, she can always pick the oldest vampire in the room.

And in this one, it was the man who was currently glaring at Dymirt.

“Yes, right, I will-" The man that was so full of himself just a moment before was spluttering all over the place for words and Caroline quirked her lip in amusement.

'Not so tough now, are you?'

The blonde man scurried off with his tail between his legs and without another glance or word at Caroline, which in turn made her look at her savior, or was he Dymirt's savior, considering her vervain idea?

"I am terribly sorry for his behavior, he does not usually act in such a manner." The man bowed slightly as he apologized and Caroline felt a pang of familiarity as she remembered Kalus doing a similar gesture after a few of their spats.

Clearing her thoughts of the damming original, Caroline smiled at the man and waved her hand in dismissal. "There's really nothing to be sorry for, men will be men. Nothing I'm not used to, and heavily prepared for by now." She shrugged casually as she turned to down her drink.

Caroline told herself it wasn't dramatic, it was deserved.

The dark-haired stranger eyed her for a few moments, his brow furrowed at her words. "Well, in that case, I am terribly sorry on behalf of my gender as a whole. No one should be used to such behavior. You would think that being out of the dark ages we would have evolved." His apology seemed earnest, and his words were too true and hit a little too close to home, so all Caroline could do was laugh.

Not at his apology, but at the sad, and hysterically infuriating truth behind his words.

"Yes, you would think that, wouldn't you?" She said as she settled her laughter, hoping that her reaction didn't offend the man.

As Caroline looked back at the older vampire, she found his gaze on her, almost as if appraising her, for what, she couldn't really figure out. But his perusal didn't feel malicious, or sexual, just curious maybe?

"Would you like to join me in the VIP section? I promise that no one will bother you there." The question was a surprise, and again the gesture seemed sincere, she didn't get the impression that he was hitting on her, so Caroline decided to agree and join the strange man in the VIP section.

As was stated earlier, she really has only herself to blame.

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The VIP area she was led to was even cozier than the downstairs bar, which shouldn't have surprised her but did anyway.

The upstairs lounge also had a gothic vibe to it but it was more intimate in a way, and whoever the owner was definitely had a sense of humor and good taste.

The whole place was designed to look like a vampire's den, straight from Van Helsing, but the upstairs area she had ended up in reminded her more of the Mikaelson's mansion back in Mystic Falls.

Specifically, it reminded her of the Library where she and Klaus spent hours deciphering Enochian.

"Come, join me, would you like another drink?"

Caroline snapped out of her marveling of the room and reminiscing of the past and turned to look at the dark-haired man who had sat at one end of the bigger lounge chairs in the corner next to the roaring fireplace.

"Oh, sure, that would be great. B-positive mixed with Barbera please." She said as she moved to sit on the opposite end of the lounge chair.

"Wonderful choice, I am an AB-positive man myself, but I think I will join you in your indulgence, if I may?" He asked politely and Caroline really didn't know what to make of him.

Polite, charming, non-threatening, thankfully not hitting on her, and clearly over 400 years old. Who was this guy?

"I'd like to hear what you think of my choice of pairing." She answered as he moved to order from the waiter who appeared from seemingly the shadows out of the corner of the room.

Watching him as he ordered their drinks, Caroline decided to just ask the man for his name, or give him hers. Either way, she should introduce herself.

"Thank you for inviting me to join you up here it is incredibly beautiful, I have to say, I didn't know what to expect when I decided to check this place out but, creepy guy aside. I like it, it leans into the gothic aspect of our lives." How the conversation went from her wanting to introduce herself, to her word vomiting was a mystery, but it got the man to chuckle, so at least one of them was amused by her lack of filter.

"I will take your words as a compliment." He said with an amused smile as he settled back into his seat.

"I'm sorry?" Caroline asked confused.

"Oh, how terribly rude of me. I was so preoccupied with the scene that happened downstairs that I forgot to properly introduce myself." He jumped in his seat a little at his realization, back straight, his posture perfect and Caroline found it a little endearing.

This vampire was something else.

"You're good, drama has a way of pulling you in and you forget yourself sometimes." Caroline tried to ease his worries. "I'm Caroline, by the way, Caroline Forbes." She smiled as she extended her hand for him to shake.

"Oh, I know who you are Miss Forbes." The man said through a light chuckle as he moved to shake her hand, and his words made Caroline even more confused, and a little scared.

How does he know who she is?

"My name is Vlad, Vlad Drakul, this is my club."

There was a moment of silence, and then Caroline swears her brain made a crashing noise.

Vlad Drakul? Like Dracula?

Or would it be Drakula?

Caroline stared at him for several seconds, blinking rapidly and trying to make sense of her situation. "You, Drakul?" It seemed as if her brain had fizzled out and died on her. Even though she was already dead, to begin with.

Drakula? She was in Drakula's club in Florence, Italy? Drakula was real?

Drakula was real and was sitting opposite of her, looking more than a little amused by her sudden brain spasm.

Wait, how the hell does Drakula know who she is?

"How- how does Count Drakula of all people know who I am?" She decided to voice her thoughts, the sentence sounded ridiculous as she spoke it, and she didn't think anything could get ridiculous in her life after they found out about the fourth Elena doppelgänger.

Not to mention the Stefan ones.

A shiver ran up her spine at the memories of Silas.

There was a sound of protest from the dark-haired man that brought her from her brain spasm. "My title is that of Duke, I do not know where they came up with Count." It came out as a sort of huff, and it made Caroline want to laugh at the absurdity.

Duke Vlad Drakula was sitting across from her, and he was pouting.

What is her life?

"Well, my apologies then. How does Duke Drakula know who I am?" Caroline decided to appease his title in hopes of getting some answers.

The man laughed a little at her repeated question before deciding to answer with his own. "How do you think, are you acquainted with many vampires who are over a thousand years old?" And those words made her freeze in place as her dead heart pounded faintly in her chest.

Surely it's not who she thinks.

But then again, who else could it be?

There was only one man who would talk to Drakula about her.

The mere thought of it is ridiculous, but that's what he is in the end. A ridiculous and charming, if not homicidal, man who just had to get under her skin.

She let out a mirthless laugh and bowed her head for a moment before looking back up at Drakula. "So you're telling me that a thousand-year-old hybrid gossips about me to Duke Drakula of all people?"

There was disbelief mixed in with sarcasm in her tone, and she couldn't tell if the man picked up on it.

There was an amused glint in his eyes as he appraised her for a moment before answering. "Is it that disbelieving that friends share with each other about their lovers? I know Niklaus has heard more than he wants about my beautiful Elisabeta."

There was a warmness in his tone as he spoke the woman's name, but Caroline had no time to focus on that.

She, instead let out a snort. "Like Klaus has any friends, paranoid freak that he is, and we are not lovers." She defends.

And it's the truth.

Niklaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes are not lovers. But at the same time, they're not enemies, nor are they friends.

Theirs is a difficult relationship to brand.

Her words seemed to have amused the Duke even more, and that's how the waiter found them.

Caroline with a furrow to her brows as she silently contemplated how she could define her relationship with the original hybrid, and Duke Drakula laughing in delight at her jab at one of the oldest and most powerful creatures in existence.

"I do not know why I am surprised, he did say you have a wonderful way with words and a sharp tongue. But it is a delight to experience in person. And you do not have to tell me that Niklaus doesn't have friends, I fear I may be the only one." He took a sip of his wine as he finished talking, and made a sound of approval as he tasted the blood and alcohol mixture.

"Oh this is delightful, the blood mixes with the red so well." He complemented her taste and Caroline smiled as she reached for the second glass that was placed on the table.

"I'm glad you like it, it was Klaus who introduced me to this particular brand. Though he likes to say champagne is more our thing." And she doesn't know why she says it, she doesn't know this man, and he is friends (still a ridiculous concept) with the annoying hybrid.

The more she speaks, the more amused the man across her seems to get and Caroline had no idea how the situation got so out of her hands.

"So you say you are not lovers, but from the way he speaks of you, and the things I have heard..." He trails off, leaving the words hanging between them and giving her a pointed, questioning look.

"I, uh, I don't know what the two of you gossip about." Caroline started out stuttering a little, it was still a little crazy to find out that Niklaus talked to Vlad Drakula about her. "He claims to have, feelings for me, that much is true. But, there is no, relationship."

The words taste bitter on her tongue as she says them. It felt like she was betraying him in some way by saying that. Because they do have a relationship, It just isn't necessarily, strictly a romantic one.

Or at all a romantic one.

They were complicated.

That was the best way she could describe it.

Drakula was staring at her with an unimpressed look in his eyes as he swirled the wine in his glass. "I have known Niklaus longer than anyone who isn't related to him."

That was a surprising statement.

How old was this vampire?

"And in all of my time spent with my maker. I have never seen him so enamored, so taken and smitten by anyone. Man or Woman. And we have lived long lives, Miss Forbes."

The words left Caroline reeling, so she decided to latch onto a point that had nothing to do with them.

"Kla- Klaus turned you?" She didn't know why she was surprised, he did tell her when they were researching in his library, when she found that first edition of Bram Stroker’s Dracula, and he had said it was signed by Dracula himself.

Caroline just thought he was kidding. "Of course, of course, that bastard wasn't lying. Why did I think he was lying? He doesn't need to, not to-, not when the truth is even more absurd."

'Not to me.' She almost says it out loud but stops herself at the last second. What was it about Drakula that made her want to spill her guts?

The dark-haired man laughed at her words, shoulders shaking and head thrown back. "That is a good point, if I wasn't alive for most of it, I wouldn't believe half of the things he's done."

Caroline gulps her wine, wishing that it was easier to get drunk than it is. She needed to switch to something stronger if this conversation was going to continue.

"Yes, well, I haven't been alive long, but I have seen enough from him to believe most of what he says. I am sorry for not believing you are actually real." It was a little awkward apologizing for not believing Drakula was real, but when you're drinking with him what other choice do you have?

"Oh no need to apologize, you are hardly the first vampire or supernatural creature to be stunned by my name. I blame Bram Stroker and Nikaus. Somehow I feel it was his schemes that created the legend of 'Count' Dracula." He seemed more mirthful than annoyed by the idea, and Caroline couldn't help but snort.

"That sounds more like something Kol would do and blame Rebekah for. Or talk Klaus into doing it himself and then rat him out to Elijah." She said with a laugh as she remembered the youngest Mikealson brother and his dynamic with the rest of the family, and how full of mischief he was. Malice and mischief, that was Kol Mikaelson.

She didn't know Elijah that well, and she and Rebekah were at each other's throats on a good day, but Kol was fun if a little psychotic.

But then again, which supernatural creature isn’t?

Drakula laughed at her musings. "Yes, I suppose you are correct. It is more Kol's style. I am intrigued by how well you seem to know them. Not Niklaus of course, but to pin Kol and his relation to his siblings so easily." The Duke muses and his words make Caroline choke on her wine.

She splutters a little, coughing as he watches her with amusement and waits patiently for her to gather herself. "I, uh, I'm not close to the family. I barely know Elijah personally, only from what Klaus has told me, and the same goes for most of his siblings. I have never met Finn, Kol and I have interacted a few times, but it was more than enough to understand how he works. And as for Rebekah, she and I don't get along." Caroline chucked at the end of the sentence, that was an understatement.

She doesn’t mention that he’s also told her about Henrik, somehow she feels like that wouldn’t be a point in her favor.

"Huh, well I cannot say I am surprised to hear that Rebekah is not fond of you, Niklaus is her favorite brother. And she can get quite jealous. As for the rest of them, well it speaks for itself that Nik has told you so much about them. Enough for you to apprehend their personalities and dynamics so well."

And Caroline doesn't know what to say to that.

A lot of what Niklaus has done for her could be a testament.

How many times has he helped her when he could have left her to fend for herself, how many times has he saved her life?

Far more than the amount he's tried to kill her.

While that might not sound like a valid argument in favor of someone who claims to love her, Caroline's world stopped being black and white the moment Kathrine Pierce suffocated her with a pillow in a hospital room.

The supernatural world doesn't have the same laws, or morals as the human one.

And Caroline has learned to adapt to it.

If you don't adapt, you die.

And she had no intention of dying.

Not to mention, the amount of times her own friends have tried to kill her, or almost got her killed, or didn't care that she was kidnapped or hurt. Well with friends like those, who needs enemies?

And that was not the only thing Niklaus had done for her. He had every opportunity to kill, not just her and her friends, but everyone in Mystic Falls.

More than once.

He had the power and means to burn the whole town to the ground with everyone in it.

Has done so before. Has laid waste to cities and probably countries knowing him.

But he refrained. He held himself back, and showed mercy, for her.

Made himself vulnerable, trusted her.

The most powerful and paranoid creature on this planet trusted her.

And wasn't that a heady and dangerous thing to realize? "Having the complete trust, devotion, and affection of the most powerful and terrible supernatural being on this earth is quite a feat." Drakula's voice broke through her thoughts and she turned to look at him in slight shock.

Was she that transparent, or was he secretly a mind reader?

Just how much does Klaus talk about her, for this man who has never met her to know where her thoughts would go?

He was lying back in the lunge chair, looking opulent and content, and still so very amused.

Caroline took the last gulp of her wine and cleared her throat as she set the glass on the table, before attempting to answer. "I guess it's something I'm not used to. I- I told you I believed almost anything he says. Well, you not being real isn't the only unbelievable thing he's told me." She looked down at the patterned rug, tracing the intricate design with her eyes.

"Whenever he would confess his feelings, or say anything disgustingly and ridiculously charming, it's always hard to believe." The words were quiet, but they were vampires.

"What is?" Drakula asked, matching her quiet tone.

"The idea that, the thought that someone would choose to put me first. That someone would want to, that I was someone's first choice." And even as she said the words, they didn't ring true.

There was that feeling, at the beginning. At his mother's ball when she threw his kindness and diamonds at him. But through the years, and through his actions, she was inclined to at least believe he could, maybe love her.

Niklaus was deceptive, manipulative, dangerous, borderline psychotic, and maybe even a little narcissistic. But he has never been anything but truthful with her, even when she didn't deserve it or want it.

Every time he would spout one of his confessions, or try and get her to admit to what is between them, she got terrified.

He terrified her as much as he excited her, if not more. His affection, his devotion, the things he promises.

'He was your first love, I intend to be your last.' Those words rang through her head in his accent and she almost shivered.

It all left her filled with fear.

That was the real truth.

"You don't sound so sure of that. As I have said, he does like to talk at length about you and your interactions, and I have known him for a very long time. I can promise you Caroline Forbes that his feelings for you are true and genuine, for I have never known him to act in such a way. And I think you know that." Damn him, maybe he is a mind reader.

"It was a hard thing to conceptualize at first. He was so cocky and arrogant about it like I was supposed to just fall at his feet whenever he spouted beautiful words at me or showered me with diamonds. The nerve." Caroline decided that she was in too deep with this conversation by now. And if the damn hybrid insists on talking to Vlad about this, then damn him so will she.

Then at least he can have both POVs of the story.

Her words pulled another laugh from her companion and she was glad to keep amusing him.

"Oh, I can only imagine his face when you first rejected him. I have a feeling that you did not hold that tongue back even at the beginning." The man said through chuckles and Caroline giggled a little at his words.

"Well, you're right about that. Did you know that I was supposed to be his vampire sacrifice for breaking his curse?" Caroline asked, not knowing what prompted that question, but the moment she spoke it between them the amusement and relaxed posture of the man opposite her faded into something dark.

"He was going to sacrifice you?" The words sounded angry and confused, and it warmed Caroline to see him more concerned over something that hadn't happened to her over a decade ago than her friends ever had over the things that did happen.

"We hadn't met when that happened. One of his lackeys kidnapped me and my then-boyfriend. One of our, well I wouldn't call Damon a friend, but someone got us out before I got the chance to be the lucky chosen one for his wolf's awakening." Caroline said, her fingers doing a jazz hands as she finished the sentence, and now that she thinks about it, does Klaus even know she was supposed to be his vampire sacrifice?

"Do you know how we met?" She asked, curious as to how Klaus would have spun that story.

Drakula seemed to relax at her explanation and settle back down in the lounge chair with his glass.

"I do not believe he's ever told me that. These days he mostly waxes poetics about your hair shining beautifully when the light hits it just so." And Caroline can't not blush at the words.

Damn that hybrid.

"Well let me be the one. So it was after he lifted his curse, and it was my birthday actually, I was bitten by my then boyfriend Tyler who was a werewolf, or actually hybrid by that point in time." Caroline started telling the tale.

"He was Klaus's first successfully turned hybrid, and he figured out that he needed one of my friend's blood to turn more wolves, so he decided that killing off one of her friends was the best way to show how serious he was and ordered Tyler to bite me."

Having happened so long, and so many tragedies ago, it didn't impact Caroline at all telling the story. It was a part of their history. And it was one of the first times he showed her kindness. As twisted as it was, he didn't have to come and heal her. Not when his initial plan was for her to die, so he could send a message.

To this day she doesn't know why he came to her house in the first place.

"How many times has he almost killed you exactly?" Drakula asked, a little perplexed, as if afraid by the answer and stunned by the way their ‘love’ story seemed to have started.

"Oh, so he only told you about our good times then?" Caroline asked back with a chuckle. "The ones where he saves my life like a dashing knight?"

She can't say she's surprised he didn't divulge their darker and more homicidal moments. Not because he overlooks those interactions, but because she knows they haunt him. As they haunt her.

Drakula seems a little taken aback by her words, but recovers quickly and motions for her to continue her story.

"Well, my boyfriend bit me, which was one of the worst birthday presents ever, by the way. I managed to make it back home before the poison got really bad, and my mom helped get me cleaned up and in bed, so I could die peacefully." She laughed a little at that. "There is no peaceful dying when you have werewolf venom in your veins, but the thought was nice."

"I was hallucinating and probably half dead when he came into my room. And I thought I was hallucinating him for a few seconds." She chuckled again at the memory of his larger-than-life presence in her small room.

It was funny now, looking back on it.

Vlad did not seem to share her amusement.

"I remember, I asked him if he was there to kill me, as if I wasn't already dying. But he said no, that he wasn't that cruel to kill me on my birthday. And then, he started spouting ridiculous things about how much he loved birthdays, how life was beautiful and precious, and how there were so many things in the world to explore. And after all of that, he asked me if I wanted to die." Caroline paused as she remembered the look on his face as he watched her think about his words as she slowly slipped into madness from the poison.

How his whole perspective alternated with their short encounter in her room. From the moment he entered to the moment he left, something shifted. He had started with 'Sorry for being collateral damage.' And left with 'There is so much life and light left in you, it would be a shame to let it die.'

To this day she wondered what changed his mind.

"He gave me a choice. After saying the most beautiful things about life, immortality, the world, and all its wonders, he gave me a choice.

If I wanted to live or die. I chose to live."

She shrugged at the end and settled back in the lounge chair.

The dark-haired man opposite her was staring at her in utter disbelief. "That was how you met?" He asked stunned, and it was Caroline's turn to look amused.

"Yes, that was how we first met. The day after he sent me a diamond bracelet and a card wishing me a happy belated birthday" she told him with a quirk to her lips as she remembered how mad she was at his audacity.

"He's never divulged such things to me. I suppose you are correct, he only speaks of the good times. It does not surprise me, Niklaus tends to feel repentant, as unimaginable as that might be for someone like him, and I suspect that the slights he has committed against you are amongst some of his deepest remorses." Vlad said after a few moments of silence and Caroline tilted her head to the side as she looked at him.

It is not at all unimaginable to her that Klaus regrets his actions. Not all of them, probably not most of them. But some things made him rueful and ashamed and she is glad that someone else seems to see that in him as well.

He was never the villain in her story, and that's why she knows him so well.

"I know how deeply he regrets, he feels so much that it makes him act the way he does. Impulsively and without thinking of the damage it might do." Caroline muses, realizing suddenly that she's never had an opportunity to talk about Klaus to anyone who didn't hate him or wasn't related to him.

"He does. And it is a dangerous thing for him." Drakula says quietly, seemingly stunned by her observations. Was he surprised that she knew him almost as well as someone who had known him for centuries?

"Come, there is somewhere I would like to take you." He told her as he suddenly and swiftly got to his feet and offered her an outstretched hand.

"Okay." Caroline said slowly a little confused at the sudden change in conversation and took the offered hand, curious as to where he wanted to take her.

"There is a separate part of this floor that displays artwork and holds a small part of my library collection, there is something that I wish to show you there." He explained as he led her through the top floor.

Caroline was intrigued by what he could want to show her, and excited to see the library and artwork.

She wondered idly if he had any of Klaus's paintings on display.

Vlad led her through the maze that was his club and through a pair of large wooden double doors into the Library area.

There were a few people scattered about, mostly reading or marveling at the paintings.

Caroline looked around in awe at the architecture and decor of the room when Drakula tugged on her elbow and led her further into the gallery area where soon her question on whether any of Klaus's paintings were on display was answered.

As was the question of how Vlad knew what she looked like.

Because staring back at Caroline, displayed proudly in the center of the mini gallery in a vampire club in Italy, was a beautifully painted portrait of her.

She has seen his work before. Has his sketches packed with her in her bag back at her hotel.

She knows how good he is with a brush and a pencil, having over a thousand years to perfect his craft.

But looking at this portrait. Looking at this beautiful woman that was supposed to be her has left her breathless, and for a creature that doesn't breathe that is no small feat.

She is so happy that he isn't here with her right now to witness her absolutely stunned and awed expression, she would never live it down.

The woman in the painting was standing amongst a crowd of people who seemed to be dancing, but everything was blurry around her, the world seemed to fade away at the sight of her. She was the center focus, dressed in a similar gown to the one he sent her for his mother's ball. It was a different shade of blue, and not quite the same style but no less beautiful and opulent. Making her look almost alluring. Her hair was pinned up, with wisps of blonde curls falling loosely to frame her face.

She looked, ethereal, like she was glowing almost.

And Caroline had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that this was how he saw her.

"There are so many more like this one. He is honestly, a little obsessed if you ask me, I have never known him to paint so many portraits. Landscapes are his usual favorites." Vlad's voice faded into her but she couldn't take her eyes off the painting as he talked.

Somehow, his words didn't surprise Caroline. It was just so like him to paint a thousand portraits of her. (Okay he probably didn't paint a thousand but you get the point.)

Niklaus Mikaelson is just the person to do such a thing. Obsessed doesn't seem to cover it.

He may have kept his word and not tried to contact her over the years. That doesn't mean she didn't notice the several people following her at almost all times.

She manages to lose them fairly easily every time. Or just kill them (Not dead, just unconscious.) and leave a message from their phone to him to stop being a creepy stalker.

He never does.

Admittedly, there have been fewer stalkers following her on her trip though. It's been two years and there were only four of them. She didn't actually know if it was four different people or the same person four times because she managed to ditch them before even stepping foot in Europe so she thought she was good for at least a few months.

Not that any of it matters now, not when she plans on calling him the moment she's done talking to the Duke. He'll know where she is then. And no matter how fast she flees Italy, he'll track her down easily.

"He showed me some of his landscapes, many times. I got a few sketches as apologies a few times, well one of them was a thank you." She mused, remembering the words etched on the back of the picture.

'Thank you for your honesty.'

She was cruel to him that night. She had every right to be then, but it still stung now as she remembered it. It was a little bittersweet, him thanking her for her cruel and unnecessary honesty.

"I'm not surprised. Were they of you?" He prompts dryly and that finally gets Caroline to look away from the portrait and back at him.

There was amusement mixed with exasperation on his face and it made Caroline smile.

Poor man, having to listen and watch Klaus pine over her. If she had known what Vlad was going through, maybe she would've called Klaus sooner.

"Some of them, yes." She admitted with a small chuckle and turned back to the painting in front of her and it was the same as the first time.

She hadn't imagined it.

"I know that's supposed to be me, but I just can't believe that this is how he sees me. This is so much more than a simple sketch." Caroline admits quietly, knowing it wouldn't matter in a room with supernatural beings.

Vlad moved a little closer to her and sighed slightly. "When he first called and told me about you, I was surprised to hear from him." He started talking, voice also quiet, matching her tone.

"Not because we had any sort of disagreement or falling out, but because we had spoken not even a fortnight before when he broke his curse." When Caroline spared him a glance, she found that he wasn't looking at her as he spoke, but rather staring at the portrait as well.

"It was the tenth of October, I remember because that is the anniversary of when I married my beautiful Elisabeta, and he called and interrupted the plans I was making to surprise my wife."

Caroline's dead heart stopped at his words.

The tenth of October?

"He kept it short, and I didn't know what to make of his words at the time. I have never known him to jest in such ways, and he sounded so deadly serious and captivated at the same time. It wasn't until years and countless sleepless nights listening to him talk about you that I realized how serious he was."

Caroline looked at his profile when he stopped talking. "What did he tell you?" She asked, her voice small and shaky. She wasn't certain she wanted to know, but not knowing would kill her.

"I just met the love of my life." And if that didn't shatter Caroline's whole worldview, nothing ever will. The same day, the same day they met he knew.

The love of his life?

How could he have known from spending less than an hour of talking with her, while she was dying?

Her brain had stopped for good this time and she stayed frozen, mouth slightly agape as she stared at the profile of Duke Vlad Drakula.

"I think I need something stronger than wine." She finally managed to say after a hefty silence, making Vlad laugh in response as he took her elbow once more, steering her back where they came from.

"Let's go find a waiter, and I will order us the finest bourbon we have. That is your preferred hard liquor, is it not?" He asked and Caroline just nodded, not even questioning how he knew her preferred hard liquor, the answer was obvious.

She felt stunned by the turn of events this evening had taken, and more than a little blindsided by the new information, so she let Vlad lead her back to their lounge chair by the fire.

What the hell was she supposed to do now?

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Leaving a drunk voicemail probably wasn't the greatest idea.

Her plan was initially to wait until tomorrow, or even till she was out of Italy to call him, but after a wonderful evening spent with her new best friend Vlad, and spending the car ride back to her hotel in a drunken daze at the turn her life had taken in a span of hours. Caroline was left alone with her thoughts.

And after the day and the amount of alcohol she's had, that was dangerous.

To her sanity and dignity at least.

So against her better judgment, even in this state of intoxication, she decided to call him.

She had all but begged Vlad not to call Klaus and tell him they'd met. Telling the older vampire that she should be the one to talk to him first, and after that, they could gossip like ninth graders all they want.

After a few rings, when his voice drawls out that whoever it is should leave a message, Caroline is immensely thankful that he didn't answer.

She doesn't know how she would've reacted if he had.

"Well if it isn't the gossipiest original I know. You would think that title would go to Rebekah or even Kol. But imagine my surprise when I found out you wax poetry about my hair to Vlad Drakul of all people. Not what I expected out of my night out, is this what you meant when you said I should see the world? Because if I find out that you also know the Abominable Snowman I don't know if I'll be able to recover."

She left it at that, hoping he wouldn't catch her slightly slurred words (he did) and disconnected the call, throwing her phone on the bed Caroline moved to the bathroom so she could wash off the day she'd had before collapsing into her fluffy hotel mattress.

Vlad had made her promise to meet him for brunch in the morning, he said he could show her the proper gems of the city and she was more than looking forward to it. The man was going to be a great tour guide, and she wasn't kidding when she said he was her new best friend.

That was the perfect revenge on Klaus for gossiping about her, she was going to steal his friend.

Well, she would never have the heart to actually steal his only friend away from him. Vlad cares about Niklaus, and it warmed Caroline to find out that there was someone out there, other than his siblings, who cared for him as she did.

Well not the same way, but it was nice knowing that there was someone else who saw him as more than just, Niklaus Mikaelson Original Hybrid. That someone else sees the person underneath all of it.

It was comforting to know that, there was someone else who didn't just see the monster that Niklaus usually portrayed to the world.

Not that Caroline was naive of his nature.

She has seen it firsthand. No, she doesn't think he cannot behave like a monster, it's just that's not all that he is, and knowing that Vlad can see that too was comforting in a way. It made her feel less guilty about her feelings towards the original.

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It was the sound of her phone ringing that woke her up.

The ringtone blasted in the space of the room loudly making Caroline groan into her pillow at the shrill sound in the otherwise silent room.

It stopped after a few moments before immediately blasting again.

‘What time is it?’ She thought to herself as slowly woke up from her sleep and moved around the bed in search of her still-ringing phone.

When she turned to the clock on the nightstand next to her bed she saw that it was just a quarter past 8, and she wasn’t meeting Vlad in a few hours. So who the hell is calling her this early?

“Hello?” She croaked slightly as she answered, sitting up in the bed and leaning against the headboard.

“Hello, love.” His smooth voice carried through the phone’s speaker and Caroline full-on shivered at hearing him call her love after nearly ten years.

Hearing his voice through the voicemail last night didn’t do it justice, and she forgot how much she missed hearing him talk in that drawl of his.

“Well, well if it isn’t gossip girl himself.” Caroline said in return, hoping to get one of those chuckles he usually does when he finds her amusing.

And sure enough, as soon as the words left her mouth there was a huff of laughter coming from the other side.

The laugh always sounded half amazed and half thrilled by her words and after the revelations she had last night, it warmed her to her core.

“Oh my sweet Caroline, how I’ve missed your wit. Tell me, what are your thoughts on Florence?” He asked casually and it made her roll her eyes as she shifted in bed to get more comfortable.

“I haven’t explored much of it, I’ve been here not even three days. Vlad’s club was my first destination.” She decides to indulge him for now and answer his questions.

“Good, that means I get to be the one that shows you all my favorite parts of the city.” He said in return and hung up the call before Caroline could even register his words, and then not even sixty seconds later there was a knock on her door.

And it couldn’t be him.

He was supposed to be in New Orleans.

It’s not him.

“Open the door, Caroline.”

And fuck. How was he here? It’s over a twelve-hour flight from Louisiana to Italy, he couldn’t have gotten here in under eight.

Taking a deep breath for a sort of courage, Caroline got out of bed and ran around the room at her vampire speed to get dressed and tried to get her hair under control before opening the door.

And there he was.

Looking the same as the day she last saw him.

The same hair, same henley and jeans combo, the same look in his eyes that was always there when his gaze was fixed on her.

They stared at each other for several dead heartbeats before Caroline moved impulsively and hugged him before either of them could say anything.

It was something she’s always wanted, but never allowed herself to do.

Klaus was still for half a second before he moved. And before Caroline could blink they were embraced in the middle of her hotel room, the door closed behind him, and with her head in the crook of his neck, with his cheek resting on the top of her head.

It just felt right.

“How are you here?” She asked, slight wonder in her voice as she inhaled his scent.

“I was in Berlin taking care of some business when I got your message.” And he came to Italy immediately. She smiled at the thought and hugged him tighter.

They stayed embraced like that for several dead heartbeats before Caroline decided to break the silence.

“So, the love of your life, huh?” She asked, tone cheeky and teasing as she moved out of his embrace and took a few steps back so she could get a good look at him.

Klaus had the audacity to smirk at her words and shrug his shoulders as if they were discussing the weather. “What can I say, I am a man that knows what he wants.” He said it so simply, so causally that it made Caroline’s head spin.

Damn him. Just, damn him.

“Do you know what you want, Caroline?” He prompted, voice low and dangerous as he looked at her with dark eyes.

And Caroline looked back at him resolutely and with determination as she walked the few steps that were separating them so they were chest to chest and almost nose to nose.

Without heels, she was a couple of centimeters shorter than him, so she tilted her head slightly and moved her hands to cup his face as she leaned in and kissed him.

It was just as she remembered.

Explosive and addictive and just so fucking hot.

There was a current of electricity going through her as they kissed, and she wondered if it would be the same a hundred years from now or even thousands.

She honestly hoped that it would always be this way when they kissed.

Kalus’s reaction was instant. His hands moved to her waist and held her tightly as he moved his head to deepen the kiss making her moan in response.

“Yes.” She managed to say between kisses. “I know what I want.” There was a growl in response to her words and before she knew it he flashed them onto the bed.

Caroline let out a surprised and delighted laugh as her back made contact with the mattress and when she opened her eyes Klaus was hovering over her, his gaze wild and full of lust and so much affection.

It was almost too much.

“I did promise Vlad he would be my tour guide today. But you can be the one to show me Rome?” She said cheekily as she moved to kiss his jaw and neck. Leaving a trail of bites on her way.

There was a hum from the man above her before he answered her question with his own. “And then Paris, and Tokyo?” His tone was teasing but earnest, making Caroline pull back from where she was kissing his skin so she could look at him.

“No, after Rome we’re going to Greece, the beaches are calling my name! France can wait till fall, and I want to go to Japan in the spring to see the Cherry Blossoms!” Caroline explained their itinerary sternly, she wasn’t letting him derail her summer plans.

Her words made him laugh, a real boisterous laugh that she’d only heard a handful of times, but hoped to hear a thousand more in the future.

“Sounds like a great plan, love. I, personally cannot wait to see you in a bikini for three months straight.”

And without any more words, his mouth was back on hers and there would be time to plan everything in detail later.

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When they showed up to brunch with Vlad half an hour late the Duke was so happy, he ended up buying everyone at the restaurant champagne to celebrate.

“You said it was your thing, da?” The older vampire asked with a glint in his eye making Klaus laugh, and leaving Caroline with a blush on her cheeks.

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