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mister-supernova · 4 years ago

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Memories Lost

Part 1 - Part 2

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

Before Malivore

“Y/n L/n, please do not tell me that you forgot to add eggs to the cake mix.”

Your eyes widen like a child who is about to be in some serious trouble by their parents. Now that you thought about it, something did feel off about the batter you’ve been struggling to stir for the past five minutes.

You look up from your batter bowl to see Hope staring at you with daggers in her eyes.

Yep, you were screwed.

After gently placing your wisk on the kitchen table, you give the tribrid the best innocent smile you could, “Okay. I won’t tell you that, but I will tell you that we’re going to have to start over since there may or may not be a key ingredient missing from the mix.”

As much as you wanted the smile to dilute the situation, Hope still pinches the bridge of her nose and runs her fingers through her hair, obviously more stressed out than ever.

Today is Commonwealth Day and some of Hope’s family members from New Orleans are supposed to be coming into town, one of which includes her mother. If anything you felt that you should’ve been the one who was stressed out.

“How do you forget to add eggs to a cake mix, Y/n?” Hope asks, flailing the full carton of eggs around. She looked like she was on the verge of erupting like Pompeii.

You decide to approach with caution, “Okay, okay,” you slowly reach for the carton and carefully take it from her hand, “Let’s not break the only eggs left in the fridge, yeah? We do need those. Let’s also take a steady breather for a second.”

The two of you inhale one large breath of air together and then slowly breathe out.

“There we go, Hope,” she’s still looking at you with a small amount of fire in her eyes, “Hey, I apologize for my idiocy. I honestly don’t know what you expected when you left me alone to make this, but it’s a minor setback.”

“That was the only box of cake mix we bought, Y/n.” Hope states.

You fall silent for a moment to let that information sink in, “Okay, slightly more than minor setback,” Hope lets out a frustrated groan and moves past you, “We don’t have to make a cake, Hope. I saw a box of brownie mix in the pantry.”

“Yeah, that says ‘Lizzie Saltzman’s Brownie Mix: DO NOT TOUCH’ in big black letters. In case you don’t recall, I’m not exactly in her good graces at the moment.”

“Eh, name me one person who is in her good graces,” you shrug as if it’s no big deal and take the box out anyways, giving it a good shake, “Doesn’t feel like she put any jinxes on it. My arm has yet to fall off so therefore I think we should be safe.”

Hope gives you a look telling you that she’s still unsure of this.

“Come on, I of all people know how much crap she makes you go through on the daily basis. What’s a box of brownie mix compared to torment?” You pause and think, ‘that’s probably a little much’, “Maybe not literal torment, but you get the picture. I’ll even take the blame if she starts asking questions.”

“Are you kidding? She’d probably kill you if she found out.”

“That’s what I have you for,” you say matter-of-factly, taking a few steps closer to the tribrid until you were face to face, “What, you thought that I was your friend because I like you?” You ask in a playful tone, making Hope roll her eyes at you even though she was clearly amused, “Keep dreaming, Mikael-” her eyes widen and she covers your mouth with her hand before it’s too late.

You are the only student in the whole school who knows that Hope’s father is Klaus Mikaelson. It took many months of trust-building after your friendship began, but one night at the pier, Hope mustered up enough courage to tell you about her family history.

She half-expected you to go running for the hills and leave her in the dust. Instead, you blew her expectations out of the water by having the calmest reaction she had ever seen. You thanked her for trusting you so much that she felt that she could tell you something not everyone knew at the time.

She made you promise not to tell anyone to which you agreed to with a pinky promise. This moment has been the only time you nearly slipped up. Thankfully no one else was in the kitchen, but who knows who could be walking by.

You raise an eyebrow at Hope, glancing down at her hand that was still covering your mouth.

Hope quickly retracts her hand back, “Sorry. It was just, you know-”

“No, that was my bad. Good save though... Marshall.” You say, followed by a cheeky wink.

A tint of red flushes Hope’s cheeks as she gives you a thankful smile, causing your cheeks to warm up as well.

You clear your throat and break eye contact with the tribrid, “Shall we get started?” You ask, raising the brownie mix up to your face, “Ass beating from Lizzie or not, I still wanna make a good first impression on your family, especially your mom. God knows you’ve probably dragged my name through the dirt every chance you had.”

Hope playfully rolls her eyes, giving you a small shove before giving in and pulling out a clean mixing bowl. “Fine, let’s just get this over with before we get busted.”

“Atta girl!” You grin widely before ripping the box open.

There was no going back now. If you two were going down, at least you were going down together and you were getting a sweet treat out of it, too.

II.

It was a beautiful day to be out at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted. The weather was your idea of perfect; sunny, breezy, and clear.

Students were reading outside on the grass, the younger kids were playing tag, others playing Wickery, and you were getting your ass beaten by the world’s strongest tribrid.

This was your guys’ third round of sparring for the day and you had yet to win a single one. Just when you thought you had her arm locked behind her back, she whispers the incantation, “Dimiterre.”

Everything went by so fast that you didn’t have any time to think about landing on your feet. Instead, your back slammed against the small wooden pier after being flipped over the tribrid’s shoulder. It wasn’t fair that she could just chant any spell she wanted to throw you off guard.

“Is that really all you got today, Y/n? This is just embarrassing.” She shakes her head at you like a disappointed coach.

“I’ll make you eat those words, Mikaelson,” you grunt, feeling a new surge of energy course through your body as you jump back up to your feet, “We’re just getting started.” You smirk, wiping a drop of sweat off your forehead.

Hope grins back at you, readying her position for another round of sparring. The both of you share the same look of determination, neither one backing out as you throw the first jab.

Several more rounds pass. All of which ended with your ass hitting the pier as if it were some kind of magnet.

“You’re making this too easy.” Hope says triumphantly with a cocky smile.

You huff out an exhausted breath of air, “I’m obviously letting you win, Mikaelson,” you use your arms to help you jump back to your feet, “I could easily take you down if I wanted to.”

“Oh yeah?” Hope wonders, taking a step forward. She was a little less out of breath than you, but you could tell that she was playing it off just as much as you were.

“Oh yeah. Why don’t we do one final round? This time I won’t hold back.” You challenge her.

“You seem pretty worn out for someone who was holding back.” She states and you pretend not to be hurt by her jab at your lack of combat skills.

“Maybe that’s just to fool you into thinking you can beat me again,” you shrug as you watch her readjust her gloves, “Oh, and you can’t use your magic. Too much of an advantage.”

Hope’s mouth falls open and she shakes her head, “Then I’d be at a disadvantage. You’re like a whole foot taller than me.”

“Come on, if it’s so easy you should have no problem pinning me down within two seconds of the round.”

Hope silently thinks it over in her head, then quickly comes to a decision, “Fine. Loser buys milkshakes at the Grill.”

You grin, “Deal. Prepare to pay up, Mikaelson.”

After waiting for one of you to make the first move, Hope decides to sweep kick your legs at an unfathomable speed and knocks your back to the ground.

She straddled your hips and placed her hands on both sides of your head, “Ha! Looks like someone’s- wha-”

As quickly as she knocked you to the pier just now, you pulled her neck down to where her face is inches closer to yours, trapped her arm by wrapping yours around it, lifted your leg to trap hers and then rolled your body over to where you were now on top.

Breathless and cheeks redder than before, Hope stared up at you in shock. If you were completely honest, you had no idea that move was going to work, but you were so glad that it did. For one, now you get a free milkshake and two, you’ve never had Hope Mikaelson’s face this close to yours before.

Her legs were practically wrapped around your waist and your hands were holding her arms down above her head, making her face dangerously close to yours. It would only take one of you leaning forward for something to happen.

Instead, you kept your cool, “Looks like I win.” you smile, also breathless, “I like cookies and cream, by the way.”

III.

“So you do this… for fun?” You ask, sitting as still as possible on a wooden stool in Hope’s bedroom.

It was a stormy weekend in Mystic Falls, so most of the outdoor activities were closed off until the rain cleared up, which didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon according to the weather broadcasts. You weren’t a huge fan of being alone during thunderstorms--you’d never let anyone know that--so you found yourself hanging out with Hope.

Well, you were mainly watching Hope. She came up with the idea of painting a portrait of you sitting by her window to pass the time. Being that you’ve never had a portrait painted of you before, you thought this would be kind of fun. You didn’t expect it to be such a long and quiet process, but you definitely preferred this over being scared out of your mind listening to the thunder by yourself.

Hope hums a yes to your question as she concentrates on her strokes, “Can you look back out the window?”

You sigh, turning your head to look outside for about thirty seconds before nearly falling off the stool because of the lightning bolt that crashed a couple miles away from the school. As pretty as it looked, being struck by lightning was still one of your irrational fears.

“Are you sure it’s safe for me to be looking outside?” You turn back to look at Hope.

“Y/n, I promise nothing is going to happen to you. Now sit still,” she says in a not-so-reassuring voice.

You let out an annoyed huff, but you do you’re told and turn to face the rain covered window glass.

“How long does it usually take you to do these things? Asking out of curiosity. Totally not because I’m losing feeling in my glutes.” You wonder, shifting in your stool.

“I’m usually quicker when my subject isn’t interrupting every five seconds and moving around like they have worms in their said glutes.”

You face her again with an over exaggerated look of shock on your face, “Is that some sort of degrading werewolf joke? That is extremely offensive.”

She leans away from her canvas to look at you, her eyes squinted, “I’m part werewolf, too, idiot.”

“You’re a tribrid. That’s different. One third of a werewolf doesn’t count, therefore your little worm joke hurts me more.” You stick your tongue out at her.

“Why am I friends with you again?” She’s trying her best to hide it, but you can tell that she’s resisting a smile.

“Because as sad as it is, no one else can make you smile like I do, Mikaelson.” It took a few seconds until she couldn’t help but reveal a very faint yet noticeable grin. She leaned back behind her canvas to conceal it, but there was no use since you already caught sight of it.

“Just shut up and look out the window before I cast a freeze spell on you.”

You wanted to make another snarky remark, but you knew your friend well enough to know that she was serious about casting that spell. To avoid being frozen in an uncomfortable position for God knows how long, you closed your mouth and relaxed your body before looking back out the window.

IV.

“What do you mean you can’t dance? I’ve seen you do it all the time.” Hope asks, watching you from her bed as you pace back and forth in her dorm room.

“That’s me flailing my body around like a fool hoping it looks good! I don’t know what I’m actually doing!”

Josie asked you--as a friend--to be her escort for her and Lizzie’s 15th birthday party. You’d only be dancing with her one time, but the problem was that it was supposed to be a waltz and you had absolutely no idea how to do that.

“It’s embarrassing enough that she asked me to be her escort, I don’t wanna embarrass her even more for not knowing how to do a stupid waltz!” Hope rolls her eyes before having enough of your unnecessary freakout.

She gets up from her bed to stop you from pacing, “Y/n. Just relax, okay? You freaking out is freaking me out,” she says, holding onto your shoulders, “I can teach you how to waltz.”

Your body relaxes and a small wave of relief hits you, “Seriously?”

“What? You think I can’t dance either?” Hope playfully asks, placing her hands on her hips as she tilts her head at you.

“I’ve never seen you do it before,” you argue, getting a small smack to the arm, “Ow! Okay, I’m obviously kidding… sort of,” she smacks you again, making you laugh this time, “Okay, okay. Forreal now, I could really use your help.”

Hope sighs, pretending to have second thoughts because of your teases. You don’t worry too much though because you know she wouldn’t leave you to crash and burn like that... at least you really hope so.

“Give me your hand.” She gives in, fitting one of her hands in yours. You grin as your other hand finds her waist and hers rests on your shoulder, “Make sure you’re relaxed, you wouldn’t want to look stiff as a board while you’re dancing.”

You nod your head, taking in a deep breath as you let your muscles relax.

“Also, always have your eyes on your partner. You’re more likely to be tripping on their feet if you keep looking down.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” You say without meaning for it to leave your head. Hope bows her head for a second to hide the redness appearing on her cheeks.

After composing herself, Hope looks back up at you, “First, step forward with your left,” you follow her movements smoothly, “Step sideways to the right,” your right foot steps out, “Close your feet together, then step back with your right,” you glance down at your feet for a second which was your first mistake.

You slightly stumbled, but caught yourself when you put your feet back together.

Hope chuckles, “What did I tell you?”

“Hey, now cut me a little slack. I was doing pretty good for a second there,” you defend yourself before repositioning your feet, “What’s next?”

“Step to the left, bring your feet together, then repeat it all over again but a little faster. You’re going to want to count one-two-three in your head to stay in rhythm,” you raise an inquisitive eyebrow, making her smile, “Okay, I’ll count out loud and you repeat the moves we just finished learning. Does that sound good?”

You nod quickly, then she takes her step back and you follow, remembering what she taught you. Forward, right, together. Back, left, together. Forward, right, together. Back, left, together. The longer you two went on, the quicker you picked up on the moves and the more comfortable you felt.

Eventually, you felt that you didn’t need to keep dancing with Hope, but it was hard not to keep going when you have the most beautiful girl in your arms right now.

“Stop looking so smug.” Hope says, noticing the smile that appeared on your face. Even though she stopped counting, the two of you continued to flow around her room gracefully.

“I’m waltzing with the big and bad tribrid. How can I not be smug?”

It’s Hope’s turn to smile, but she gives you a playful eyeroll to counter the fact that she was enjoying this, “If you tell anyone I did this for you, you’re dead.”

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare let anyone know you’re an actual decent person, Hope Mikaelson. It’ll be our little secret.” You wink at her, making her cheeks even redder. She moves her mouth to one side of her face to keep herself from smiling any wider.

It made your heart flutter, seeing how comfortable she was around you. You got to see the vulnerable side of her that she rarely ever showed to anyone else at the school. It’s the small moments like this that you knew you'd keep in your heart forever.

this one is more of a flashback situation in comparison to parts 1 and 2 and there’s some more happy moments since the first 2 were a little more angsty lol part 4 coming soon!

taglist: @chicken-wang09 @trikruismybitch @sodangtired

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies imagine #legacies x reader #legacies cw #legacies

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nanasarea · 4 years ago

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FOOL III

☽Prompt: You never knew helping a poor girl would end up making you such a fool for love

☽ Genre: fluff, suggestive, angst, crack, supernatural au, high school au

☽ Pairing: reader x chenjimark

☽ a/n: y/o/n means your old name aka the name “you” had in sucker? Like the reader from sucker? Because if I decided on a name, I feel like it'd be weird bc sucker was a reader insert and this is too and having two y/n’s is just confusing, but if y'all want I can change it to something else if this is too confusing!

Also I know this is a more boring chapter, its just a filler aka explains stuff so I don't need to in later chapters haha

☽ Word count: 0.7k

☽ Tag list: @jensungf @bumblebeenct @neocrush @wownajaemin @stayinzencity

main m.list series m.list sucker m.list fool m.list

“You’re me?!” You looked at the person, who looked identical to you, who was just staring back at you with the same confused look.

“There’s two y/o/n’s?” The guy, who you guessed was Jaemin, asked.

“No, dummy. They’re doppelgängers.” A guy, close to Jaemin said.

“Don't you remember learning about them in class? I’m guessing y/o/n’s doppelgänger here is a vampire or something, older probably and attends the school we’re playing against.” The guy added.

“Good to know someone pays attention in class.” Jaemin said.

“Wait, hold on. I have a doppelgänger?” “Apparently.” You answered y/o/n’s answer.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.” You held out your hand, which y/o/n took and shook.

“Sorry for almost yelling at you. I thought my boyfriend, Jaemin, here was cheating.” Y/o/n said, which only caused Jaemin to gasp dramatically.

“Me?” He asked, but as you both ignored him, he just pouted and walked away.

“And I’m Jeno.” The guy finally introduced himself, and once he did, you immediately thought of where I've heard it before.

“Jeno!” Your eyes widened, causing him to look at you confused.

“You’re Yoojin’s best friend! She thought you were dead!” You explained.

“Yoojin? She’s alive?!” Jeno asked, his eyes as wide as mine now.

“Let me get this straight. The night we found Jeno, our werewolf, Yoojin, his best friend, did die, but then you, y/o/n’s doppelgänger, brought her back, which is when Daeyoung, the headmasters’ son, saw supernatural activity on their magic map and brought Yoojin and her new sire to the school?” A guy, who you’ve been told is Renjun, asked.

After finding your doppelgänger, you decided to go out for drinks with both of your friends after the game.

“Pretty much.” You replied, taking a sip of my blood infused milkshake.

“And I’m sorry, but you seem really familiar.” Minsoo, one of their friends said while looking at Daeyoung.

“I get that a lot, people always tell me I look like my dad, but I never met the dude, so I wouldn't know.” He explained and sipped on his chocolate milkshake.

“That’s rough, people say the same for me, but with my bio mom, but I never knew her.” Minsoo explained, as he sipped on his chocolate milkshake.

“I know y/n and y/o/n are the doppelgängers here, but you two have the same mannerisms.” Renjun joked.

You talked a bit more and told fun stories about your friend groups until their headmaster and Minsoo’s surrogate mom walked in and told them to pack it up, since they're going back to their school soon, but she stopped in her track when she saw Daeyoung.

“Daeyoung honey, is that you?” She asked.

“Sit down.” Daeyoung’s mom, Monica said as Jisoo, Minsoo and Daeyoung sat on the seat across from her and Talia, Jisoo and Minsoo’s mom next to her while the rest of us tried to listen in from behind the door.

“I wasn't completely honest with you. You see, your dad, he was a bad man, he wanted to get rid of all werewolves.”

“Headmaster Hwang.” “Richard” The kids from Superno whispered.

“Exactly, and once I found out, I got scared, so I faked my own death.” “Which is when these two were transferred to me.” Talia added, pointing to Minsoo and his twin sister, Jisoo.

“Which was never part of the plan. I wanted to run away with you and your siblings, but they were ripped away from me.” Monica said, looking at the twins. “I started a new school, on my own, Sinui Johwa, raising you to be way more open minded than your father. I’m so sorry for lying, but I couldn't tell you.” She added.

“Hey, mom, its okay. You did what you needed to do.” Daeyoung said, hugging his mother. “Besides, I always wanted baby siblings, but without the baby era.” He said, making her chuckle. “I’m sorry to you too.” Monica told Talia.

“I was devastated, sure, my closest friend died and I didn't know how to deal, especially not while pregnant, but I lived. Richard married me once I gave birth to the twins. We raised them together, but I always knew Richard was keeping something from me. I also thought it was a mistress, not the doom of all werewolves. But its fine, I took over Superno once our very own tribrid, y/o/n defeated him.” Talia explained.

“You two were friends?” The twins asked. “Best friends!” They explained, looking at each other fondly.

“I have to say, running a school by yourself? Didn't see that coming for you.” Monica admitted. “Neither did I, it’s stressful, how do you do it?” Talia asked, laughing.

“Why don't you just merge the schools then?” Minsoo asked, not realising he was thinking out loud, which is when the two looked at each other with their eyes widened.

“We should.”

#NCT-WRITERS #nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #mark lee x reader #Zhong Chenle x reader #park Jisung x reader #mark lee fluff #Zhong chenle fluff #park jisung fluff #fool

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highgaarden · 4 years ago

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Klaroline Time Travel, please for the inbox game.

send me an au and i’ll write five headcanons about it.

i got this prompt a few days ago and thought - hey, it sort of fits in with one of the prompts in @klaroline-events’ june bingo: curse.

two birds, one stone? is that allowed? anyway, if it’s not allowed it’s okay, i had fun writing this all the same! another one for my drunk writing: a series tag, which as usual was written in one sitting whilst i giggle throughout.

sweetness that i took for, sweetness that she gave me to me;

though my heart has long been given to you summer's turn is nigh swifts and swallows swoop and yearn for you with all that's in the sky but blow the wind and come the rain and come my love again

she’s on the ground when she comes to. her head’s a mess and her back hurts, and she licks the inside of her dry mouth, suddenly wishing for blood to coat her parched tongue.

the last thing she remembers is freya, davina, her own twins and bonnie standing in formation around hope; some kind of spell to slow down her age or something. she’s in her twenties and every day klaus grows more and more volatile about it, so it was deduced that something had to be done.

in that salt circle hope didn’t look too happy about it. last night there had been a huge argument between father and daughter - everyone had stayed well enough away, even hayley, who shrugs at her as if to apologize this was how their girls' summer break from the salvatore school was going.

“minutes ut horis et diebus et hebdomades,” bonnie and freya chant.

hope groans.

“quantum pugillus capere potest,” lizzie and josie continue, fingers clasped together, their eyes turning white.

hope snorts.

“ex harenae spatia veluti clepsydris metiuntur,” davina bellows as wind starts whipping the air around them.

hope rolls her eyes.

“tempus extendit!” they chorus together.

the witches chant and hope checks her wristwatch, and then a storm rolls in, breaking everything. the twins are flung to different ends of the room; freya loses her footing and has to dig her nails into the floor to avoid being dragged out the window that's burst open; bonnie bleeds through her nose and drops to her knees; davina flings herself over hope when the little baby tribrid starts to convulse--when it hits her, when it really hits her, that something has gone terribly wrong--

she's on her back. in a cemetery, her throat is bleeding and tyler - tyler? - is shouting down at her, but she can't hear anything he's saying.

she raises her hand. around her wrist, a charm bracelet glints, and her vision blurs: "no," she gasps, death taking over. she hasn't worn that bracelet since her eighteenth birthday.

ii.

klaus sits on the edge of her bed, his gaze swallowing her. she hears a crooning in her ears that she attributes to the werewolve venom taking space in her veins, smoking out the seams of her. she is burning up; this isn't real - how is this real? this isn't happening - she must be hallucinating, she was a woman in the abbatoir watching as a spell self-destructed, and now -

she was a girl again, and she was dying.

"what's going on?" she whispers, frustrated even as gravity as she knew it malfunctioned around her, making her weightless yet heavy to the bone all at once. "this doesn't make any freaking sense."

"me persuading you, trying to save your life?" klaus cocks his head to the side. it's funny - he is so hard and unreadable here, so many years ago. he wore his rosaries and beads like they meant to be anything more than an accessory peaking just underneath his collar - he wore them like they armour; a badge of honour, hard worn after a bloody, grisly fight. and yet looked and smelled clean. so clean it cut through the putrid leaking out of her neck. "you do think so low of me, then."

"didn't i just say that?" she coughs, splattering her blanket with a fine red mist. this wasn't how it had gone the first time around. he was sitting there, staring at her, those same old hungry eyes she remembers even years later like a broken dream. she can't help herself. she stares him down, much like the first time, but then - her mouth parts, she licks her dry, parched lips, and says, "i've seen so many things."

klaus, ancient monster klaus who barely knew anything more about her than her name, klaus, the being just short of an omniscient deity,old as blood and weathered as a mountain - he doesn't laugh. he nods, once, hearing and listening. he says, "i don't doubt that, sweetheart."

she almost smiles. she's oddly satisfied. "maybe i am ready to die."

"then you're lucky," klaus says, "not many are."

"because you don't give them the chance," she says, coughing again. man, werewolf bites sucked. this memory got it down so perfectly, she would curse the witches' powers if she weren't so impressed.

"who says i don't?"

she watches him with interest. "i thought you maimed first, ask questions never?"

"maim isn't kill." klaus grins. "maim is slow, painful, yes, but it gives them just long enough to plead their guilt, swear fealty to me, no? my maiming is my mercy."

"you write poetry or something?"

klaus laughs quietly. "i did some editing work for shakespeare, for a fashion. can't say i've ever written anything, no. my talents lie elsewhere."

she thinks about the wisp of his dress shoes against the hem hre ballgown. klaus leading her into a room with wide, arched ceilings. one of my passions, he said.

"i know," she says, quietly, with so much rueful affirmation in her voice that klaus reels back suddenly. as if realising he was sitting with someone who was far more familiar with him than current logic would suggest.

it felt like strange company to be having on her death bed. he had talked her out of dying last time. would he, again, in this memory?

was this a memory?

she thinks about how powerful the witches were in their own right. she thinks about their combined power. she thinks about how her blanket scratches heavily against her drenched, hyper-sensitive skin.

she's not sure this is just memory.

and - and if it weren't just a memory, and the spell they'd tried casting had tried to temper with time, and she was here, in the PAST, was she - oh god - was this - ?

"klaus," she gasps, clutching at his hands. klaus' eyes widen.

"i don't know who you think you are, girl," klaus begins in a snarl, but everything flashes bright and hot -

iii.

"and how am i doing?"

he knows his lines by now. he had been confused, enraged, elated all at once when he'd first landed slap dab in the middle of a patch in time he'd already lived through, but he's seen things in his thousand-and-something years, so he wasn't all that surprised. he'd tried to switch things up at first, say things he'd held back all those years ago, and watches caroline's face change.

it was fascinating, seeing things all over again. it offered him perspective. arguing with caroline but being able to detach himself from the moment and study all the ways that make her tick. knowing her for so many years now, he knew when she was bluffing. it was the way she would refuse to meet his eyes. back then, she never met his eyes.

stubborn little woman.

she turns. her gaze was sharper than the chill of the uncharacteristically cool spring afternoon. and then all at once she softens, and the bloom around her inexplicably gain more colour. the rest of the pageant dulled around her as she grew larger than life. "you look... perfect."

he'd never realised that little breath she had let out - like he had met her expectations yet again. exceeded them, in fact. she held herself carefully around him, like she was made of thousands of little strings which would at any point unravel, leaving her bare for him.

odd, because he could only ever remember her being determined not to relinquish any control over to him. it had never occurred to him that her grip over it wasn't as unwavering as he'd thought.

iv.

caroline speeds through these scenarios she didn't have a name for, now that she had determined their level of harm - they appeared to only be swaths of time, ripped to shreds, trying to come back together. she wondered about the reality of bonnie, freya, her girls and davina's ministrations.

what had they done to Time?

she couldn't call it memories, these moments she steps into. maybe time was reconstructing. her meetings with klaus weren't in any chronological order. at some point they were in her office, two years ago, him pleading with her to help him save his daughter. experiencing it the first time around hadn't been easy. the second - she could watch him with new eyes and notice all the other, smaller ways he seemed to be falling apart. the things she'd never noticed.

like the way he could stare at her, and oh how he stared. the way he would level his eyes to hers when it looked like she was ready to break eye contact; he would catch her gaze and hold, pulling her back, tethering her to him, unrelenting.

he's looking at her right now as he shows her his paintings. it's the night of the mikaelson ball all over again, and she is in her gifted dress and klaus is in his relish of the moment. how she had come to him after letting him dress her. now that she's older she knows now, what it must have meant to him. this small claiming, the first of many.

but there is none of the heat in his gaze, because he's not that klaus yet. he's not in love with her, yet. he's not looking at her as if he'd like nothing else than to just press the very tips of the hair that brushed his forehead to hers, just hold her there, and not think for a while.

yet.

she knows how this will go. did klaus know, then?

"you make it sound like it was the easiest decision in the world," she finds herself saying, "choosing me."

klaus looks surprised. she'd interrupted him mid-rant about some kind of debate, michaelangelo vs donatello or whatever. "was i not making myself clear enough when i said i fancy you?"

"liking - despite yourself - that's not choosing." she gives the half-done sketches in her hands a quick glance before putting them back where she'd found them. "we both know i'm not just your fancy of the week."

klaus' face clouds over. "and here i thought courting you would be easy." it sounds like a joke, but it's not. she can hear it in the sudden shift in his voice, how it becomes just that much silkier.

"you didn't really think that," she says knowingly, playing into his charade. enjoying the danger. some things never really change, she wants to laugh.

a small smirk breaks through the hard set of his mouth. "no, i really didn't. you're too smart to be seduced by me."

caroline blinks. her own words, in his mouth, shouldn't startle her so much. how well he knew her, even having just met her. "that's why you like me," she says. only just loud enough for him to catch it.

he doesn't say anything. just lifts her gloved knuckles to his lips and kissed her there.

she makes an excuse to leave. klaus is unwilling to let her go so easily but he's playing at being a gentlemen, because back then he'd thought she'd received him better. it was kind of adorable in a way, if it didn't vex her so much.

what was happening? where the hell was she? why was she stuck in a weird loop of all her interactions with klaus? was hope okay? when was she getting out of here?

she walks on, the trail of her dress getting dirty and muddled in the damp earth. she could smell in the air that it was going to rain, and yet she walks and walks and walks through the lawn of the mikaelson estate until she reaches the edge, and the air around her wrinkles and gleams, as if trying to force a doorway through.

she... takes a step forward. and another. she goes easily through the barrier - she almost wonders if she'd imagined it.

she's still in the mikaelson estate.

so she keeps walking - until she sees a familiar figure ahead.

it's klaus.

she gulps. had he come look for her after all, shucking the gentleman and bowing to the monster?

she keeps walking. until she's close enough to see that he's looking a little more dishevelled than he did at the ball. his bowtie was lose around his neck. he'd lost his jacket, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

he looks at her. the way he's always looked at her.

she breathes in. "you're here too," she says on the exhale.

"enjoy the ball?" he asks, in lieu of a confirmation. he eyes her in the dress. "i almost forgot how lovely you looked, that night. i never knew if you kept the dress."

"i did," caroline laughs, shakily. "deep in the back of my closet, hidden from prying eyes - but not well hidden enough."

a corner of klaus' lips quirk. "tell me."

"my girls found it," caroline shrugs. "and hope wore it to her miss mystic falls pageant."

"did she win?" he asks, hungry for this bit of information about his daughter in the years he was dead, lost to time.

"of course she did," caroline half-smiles. "she was in the care of lizzie's craftful hands. i raised my daughters in my image. not all - just the good bits."

"i love all your bits," klaus says. he smiles at her, softly, cataloguing how she looks now, in the dress he'd given her years and years ago. "you loved me for far longer than i'd thought, caroline."

caroline, to her credit, doesn't blush. no, she's too much a woman now. denial had lead her nowhere for so many years. "gonna gloat about it now?"

"nah," klaus says, putting his hands in his pockets as they fell into step, into the cold night.

the grass, almost frozen in the morning dew to come, crunch under their feet. they walk until they reach his lake, because of course the mikaelson estate would have a lake. klaus pulls his hands out of his pockets and offers her his arm, which she takes, and leads her to the bench that overlooks the reflection of the night sky on still, dark waters.

"i wish you'd taken me here instead, that night," caroline says, still in that casual offhand voice she'd adopted since meeting him. "way more romantic."

"i thought you would've been averse to romantic, so soon after we'd met." klaus shrugs. "also, the full force of my courtship would have had you on your knees, caroline. a man has to start slow."

"i thought you would've liked me on my knees," she says impishly, and he nearly falls off the bench.

god, klaus had died and come back to life so many times a creature that just refused to go quietly - and yet with her he's this fumbling bashful boy. she nudged him with his knee, through the many delicate layers of her dress. "how was your trip down memory lane?"

"enlightening," he says mysteriously. she doesn't bother to hide her grin.

"so was mine," she says. "all those times you must have wanted to rip my head off. i was a daring idiot."

"not an idiot," klaus argues. "sure, you could have held your tongue at any point - but you were certainly daring. you bore the brunt of my affections for you like armour. any lesser woman would have crumpled."

she doesn't meet his gaze, but he catches her chin before she can look away. "no, love. none of that, please. we've come so far."

he's pleased when she bites her bottom lip, understanding. he never had to explain herself with her. she was always perceptive, always listening, always deciphering. his clever caroline.

"so has hope," caroline says, and klaus groans quietly. "she's the brightest kid at the school, klaus. she knows her power and knows her limits. she can benchpress the boys under the table," she laughs in recollection, and he can't help but join in, "and you can't do anything about her growing, klaus."

klaus sighs. long and wrought out, and in pain. "i have missed so many of her years."

"what are you going to do, stall her even more? let her miss out on the beauty of aging, with lizzie and josie?" caroline catches his eye. "they've become family, our girls. we are family now - let them grow and know loss."

he's a bit dumbfounded by the wisdom she's displaying but has time to clear his throat and say, rather gruffly like when he's trying to mask awkwardness, "we're not a family. not really. you have alaric, and..."

"and alaric is my business partner, the father to the girls," she says sternly. "alaric is not... you."

it's weird, his gaze has been on hers all along, but it's like he's refocusing, seeing her for the first time. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying that i didn't just come to new orleans because the girls wanted to spend summer break there." she licks her lips nervously. "i'm saying i came for me, too. it was a really nice holiday, klaus."

"before i bungled everything up, i expect," klaus mutters. caroline laughs a bit. the air around them had slowly warmed as their conversation lengthened, and was sizzling now, lighting up klaus' face in sparks of white and gold. "time to go back, sweetheart."

"you should work on your apology to her," caroline says, taking his arm again, and follows him as he stands and steps right into the middle of their ritual earlier.

lizzie and josie were there, and hope was in the middle of the twins sandwich - freya and bonnie were consulting a grimoire and davina was drawing chalk on the floor. they all looked up and stared at them, jaws dropping.

"looking good, dad," hope says, impressed, then her eyes land on caroline in the dress. "oh my gosh - it looks like it was made for you."

"um, it was hers?" lizzie says, snorting. "can't believe you're on honour roll."

"lizzie," josie chides. she tilts her head at klaus and her mother, looking them up and down, the way her mother’s hand was wrapped loosely in the crook of klaus’ arm, where only hours ago they had determinedly not touched this entire break. "so, weird trip?"

"you could say that," caroline says airily as the air re-seals behind them. "think something like a charles dickens novel."

"cool," hope nods. she looks at her father expectantly. "what have we learned about messing with time, dad?"

"to not do it," klaus concedes grumpily. "now off you go before i lose my mind over that gray hair growing down your temple."

"i do not have grey hair!" hope gasps, affronted, and storms the room, the twins giggling in tow.

"bet you wouldn't mind some slow-aging spells for THAT!" klaus calls after her laughingly, and she must have heard, tribrid senses and all, and mutters something about him might being right.

#kcbingo2020 #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #drunk writing: a series #hannah writes things

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mxnstersarereal · 4 years ago

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@naturesloopholed asked ✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did. (Erica)

five she didn't send

i. the first time the girls where apart. Erica had been so used to her sister’s comforting closeness that when she was separated from her it felt unnatural. Her hands kept flitting back and forth between holding her phone and putting it in her pocket. Seeing Hope's familiar name on the screen she had sighed as she deleted the small text. "Hey can we talk?| Hey can we t| Hey can w| Hey c| He| H| |"

ii. the time Hope disappeared. Erica hadn't been too worried when Hope and her boyfriend were missing, after all they were young and had probably just snuck away to make out. It wasn't until her dad and aunt had started calling her that Erica had started to freak out beacuse no she hadn't seen or heard from her sister for hours. She'd written out a text out of habit, "Hope, where are you? Dad and Freya are freaking out.. do i have to worry?" , only to realise that a locator spell might be more effective and deleting it.

iii. when Hope jumped into the Malivore pit for the first time. Erica had come back to a completely empty room, all of Hope's things were missing. Every picture that she had hung up, every small memorabilia. The blonde had immediately panicked and started to write a text, only to forget whom she'd written the text to. "Where are you? Why are all your things gone from our room? I'm starting to worry Hop-" The text had immediately been discarded and forgotten as had the strange number with the familiar sounding pet name.

iv. the first night after Hope came back from malivore. Although Erica had no idea what the strange number on her phone was and who the person behind it was, it was clear from their previous conversations that the tribrid had cared deeply for this stranger. A quick message had been typed out, maybe Erica had fallen or something or maybe it had something to do with her unfinished paintings of a girl she was sure she knew but was never able to finish. "Hey, I'm sorry if this sounds rude but who are you?" She'd quickly shook it off and deleted the draft, this contact couldn't be that important could they?

v. the time Erica woke up after a nightmare, still believing Hope was gone. She'd woken up drenched in sweat, blonde hair sticking to her skin as her eyes frantically searched her new room that she had gotten once Hope had disappeared, their shared room had felt haunted when she wasn't there. She mumbled every family members name, every friends name, in a frantic attempt to see if someone had disappeared as she dug up the list of names she had made after regaining her memories. A quick text was written out to her sister ,"Are you still here?" , but it was deleted once she went out to take a shower and saw Hope sitting in her room.

one she did send.

middle of the night when Landon was gone. Erica didn't want to wake her sister, even though she guessed Hope wouldn’t mind the distraction, her tired hands reached out to her phone. She had forgotten her sister twice now, a feat that hurt more than most other things in Erica's life, and each time she raged once she found out. But this time she couldn't just rage, this time Hope had lost something too. It's well past 2 am when the text is sent , "Are you awake? Can i come over?" , her feet carrying her to her sister’s door the moment she gets an answer.

#▼→𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 │ answers #naturesloopholed #ch: hope #(EricaxHope)#♔ you said i’m too 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 to 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒 ♔~erica #⚜→ 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 │ Hopica #[oh don’t be such a sour queue]

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nklsdttr · 2 years ago

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something told hope that he wouldn't be able to resist the chance to see her at her most primal . they continue to walk , pathway bathed in silver moonlight . petite yet powerful hands make easy work of pushing aside branches protruding in their path . " thought as much , " she's not surprised by the question , and as they make it to the clearing she motions finger to have him turn around so she may undress , monster or not , she was still somewhat modest . " i'll recognize you , but it won't be like you're used to ... " shirt comes off and is tossed to the ground .

tricohven ⸻ 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣

amusement is the twinkle of her eye , the crinkle of her nose . resolute shake of her head : no , this was far beyond the mundane task of selecting foliage for potions . “ . . . nothing like that , promise . ” finger gestures up to night sky , towards silver sphere above . “ because i’m the tribrid , i’m not beholden to the moon . i can shift whenever i want . ” and without so much as another word , she heads into dense foliage , beckoning him to follow .

No tedious hippie activity à la Misty Day; good! It couldn’t hurt to iron that possibility out beforehand. Sans hesitation, Michael’s gaze follows Hope’s pointing gesture up to the sky ere mild puzzlement pinches at his brows. His mien resembles a pout. Blame an entire hour of reading that sucked the tension out of his facial muscles — one suggestion and letting it sink in for a second later, he’s all awake again. Blinks, flashing a crooked smile. ❛ Can’t say no to that. ❜

He’s wanted to see this all along.

And so Michael joins her, only once peeking back at the dimly lit windows to ensure nobody watches them dash off. He soon catches up, hands slowly rubbing together with anticipation as much as aim to cast away the clammy feeling. ❛ When you’re transformed, you even think like an animal, right? All instinct, no logic.❜ A pause, contemplation keeps his brows furrowed. ❛ Will you recognize me? ❜

#langdhon #* ... / thread .#* ... / iii : tribrid .#* ... / arc : miss robichaux's.#* ... / queue .

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fightswar-blog · 6 years ago

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is that klaus mikaelson? what’s a hybrid (original) doing in mystic falls? rumors say he’s come to town because he wants to know who the tribrid is and he does not want to remember his other life. he’s been known as being chaotic evil which explains him trying to wage war. let’s hope he doesn’t get himself killed in the process. — joseph morgan, 28/1000+, he/him. — wanted by triad.

what character are you playing?

niklaus “klaus” mikaelson

are they apart of the resistance, triad or the unaffiliated?

klaus is apart of the unaffiliated! ( kind of )

are they wanted by triad?

yes, he’s basically the reason they started it lmao

what are their motives?

he knows triad is after him so he’d honestly do anything to get them off his back. he might “join” resistance but for his own twisted motives, probably to over throw whoever’s in charge ( alaric ) so he can get everyone to follow by what HE wants. he’ll try and get them all to turn to unaffiliated and help him and stefan run the world basically lmao. it’s kind of how he wanted a hybrid army to back him up, you feel? but yeah his ego is ! big af ! lol

what is their position in their group?

he would consider himself the “leader” of the unaffiliated. but honestly he doesn’t care what any of them do as long as they don’t cross him. but if they cross him, then there will be some problems.

is there anything about the way you play them that should be known?

as you all know, klaus is well ... klaus. he does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it and who he wants to do it with. i.e. why he made stefan shut off his humanity and join him on his little ( major ) murder orgy. he knows how stefan is when he’s blood high and klaus loves that, so he thought he’d be the perfect partner in crime for his plans. he is going to be ruthless, not caring about anyone or what anyone thinks of him. he wants to be feared and he wants everyone he comes across to know he’s powerful. he

a lil disclaimer that this is klaus mikaelson and he won’t get along with all characters and if provoked he will probably threaten or even hurt any characters ( with consent from the mun ofc ! i wouldn’t have him choke out anyone without consent lol ) this is nothing personal or how I feel about you or your character, it’s simply how klaus will be portrayed, nothing more! i promise i’m as nice as they come.

differences between their canon lives and au lives?

phew....his canon life is WAY different from this AU life. in his canon life klaus ended up becoming a better person because of his daughter. and this resulted in him sacrificing his own life for her. so, at this point he would be dead in canon. and he loved his siblings and would do absolutely anything for them. and he actually cared for people ( even if he’d never admit it )

but in this life.... since hope was conceived but not ACTUALLY born it made him want to lash out. at first his lashing out was kind of how he was greiving over the loss of hope, or so he thought. but the more time that passed the more he became angry at the world for taking his daughter before she was even born. so, his lashing out turned into him once again taking stefan and traveling all around the world to basically murder people lmao. he is currently without his humanity and has been for two years now. him and stefan are basically the reason supernaturals got out to the world. after he shut his humanity off he became careless and messy, leaving bodies trailed up and down the coasts of the unite states. but of course that wasn’t enough for him so he and stefan went to europe to continue on their path of destruction. he is on a mission to avoid triad and lead them in every other place then where him and stefan are.

he also won’t be so thrilled to see any of his siblings, without elijah being on his ass twenty - four seven it made him feel free, like he had nobody to “behave” for and nobody to be his conscience so to speak. he knows that once he sees his siblings again ( elijah mostly ) they’ll go back to their ways of trying to fix him and trying to get him to turn his humanity back on and he doesn’t want that.

any plots that you’d like for them?

give me all the plots ya’ll... his siblings, hope, elena... literally all the plots !!! <3

do you have any headcanons for their new life?

I. once him and stefan set out on their journey he knew that there could possibly be werewolves around. so, klaus decided to fill up a jar of his blood and give it stefan in case he ever got bitten by a werewolf and klaus wasn’t near by or close enough to reach him. stefan is the only vampire klaus would be wiling to heal from a werewolf bite.

II. after he shut off his humanity, klaus stopped painting. for almost his whole life the one thing he has always been passionate about was painting. he even has paintings hung up in famous museums in england. painting has been the only thing that seemed to calm klaus, if he had anger he would go into his studio ( wherever he was living at the time ) and just paint for hours. but once he found out hope wouldn’t be born his passion for painting disappeared. one night while he was grieving ( before he shut his humanity off ) he went into his room full of both finished and unfinished paintings and torn them all up. he only kept one, of his sister rebekah.

III. klaus and stefan led triad to italy by compelling vampires to perform murders there so they could show back up in mystic falls without any worry.

IV. he remembers everyone from his canon life but he doesn’t remember anything about his canon life ( obviously ) so he just assumed that he had met these people over his thousand plus years.

if i think of more i’ll add them to my blog !

tell us about yourself.

hello! i’m lydia or lyds and i’m on the est tz. i’m 23 and i sleep a lot during the day if i’m not at school. ( i have classes tuesday / thursday all day ) i also love way too many shows to count lmao.but yeah if you wanna chat you can IM me or ask me for my discord!!! i also say lol and lmao way too much, my bad <3

#tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: miscarriage #tw: death #triadhqintro

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