#Jackson Kenner one shot

[klausysworld]

Hey,I like your klaus mikaelson stories very much. Can you do one in which klaus and reader(yn) were in an arrange marriage and they cant stand each other?And they slowly fall in love and at the end he gets her pregnant? As in arranged marriage I mean,something like the marriage between hayley and Jackson. And if you can please add smut,fluff,jealousy and daddy kink. Thank you

An Alliance or a Marriage?

Y/n could not believe that she was doing this.

Y/n was Jacksons sister, they always had each others backs and protected the other. So when Hayley came into Jacksons life, had him falling in love while she had feelings for Elijah Mikaelson, Y/n knew they couldn't get married. The only reason they were actually getting married was to unite the werewolf clans and to share Hayley's hybrid abilities as part of the marriage ritual.

But it would come at the cost of Jackson's happiness and most likely his life. Y/n was not stupid. She knew the price of loving a Mikaelson and it was one that Jackson could not afford and one that Y/n would not let him pay.

So without thinking, she made a fast decision.

"What if Ione of the wolves married Klaus? That way Hayley gets to be with Elijah and Klaus doesn't have to be so wary of Jackson around Hope or whatever his worry is? Wouldn't it just be easier?" She questioned and she felt everyone's gaze turn to her, most genuinely considering the possibility while Klaus looked both pissed and amused.

"I wouldn't trust anyone with Hope and under no circumstances will I be marrying anyone." He answered before storming out without another word. Jackson was second to protest then some of the other wolves.

They all went back to the bayou and tried to forget about the day.

What the wolves were unaware of were the arguments in the Mikaelson compound. Mostly between Rebekah and Niklaus. Rebekah was telling Klaus that for once, he should think of Elijah's happiness instead of only being selfish yet again. She continued to go on about how it was for Hope, how he should be the one sacrificing for Hope, not Hayley as she had already given up so much. The fight went on for hours but by morning it was settled. Niklaus would marry a wolf of his choosing.

Y/n was his choice. She was quiet but smart. Small but strong. Which meant she would be the best of his options. He knew part of her feared him, unlike some of the wolves there. She may challenge him a little but she wasn't stupid enough to truly go against him. This was proven when she silently accepted his decision.

Jackson was entirely against the entire thing. His sister was getting married to the original hybrid, moving into the beasts den and becoming apart of his twisted family. But he too kept quiet after Y/n told him it was what needed to be done. It was the only chance for everyone to walk out somewhat alive.

That was why she was walking down the aisle, Jackson unwillingly giving her away to Klaus Mikaelson before Mary began the ceremony. As the words "you may kiss your bride" left her lips, their fates were sealed. Klaus stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his brides soft lips and watched as her and every other wolf in the rooms eyes lit up with golden flames, united as one.

The compound remained busy for the rest of the day, Klaus and Y/n stayed in opposite sides of the room at all times. Elijah urged his brother to at least be kind, Klaus however ignored any and all advice and instead drank the night away. Marriage was not in the cards for him. It was not what he wanted and he now knew that he was tied to this girl, a girl he harboured no feelings toward and a girl who only looked at him with distaste, for at least one lifetime. He knew the likelihood of them every liking each other was slim and he also knew that there were lots of rules in this werewolf marriage that he would have to follow in order to have the wolves protecting Hope. So he got off his face drunk, to the point where he couldn't get himself up the stairs at the end of the night.

It wasn't the best way for Y/n to find him on their first night 'together'. When she gave him that look of uncertainty and upset when she found him at the bottom of the stairs slurring his words, he just rolled his eyes and told her to piss off. But she didn't. Instead she fought against his sloppy attempts of pushing her away and instead managed to get him up the stairs and to bed. He fell asleep in seconds leaving Y/n distressed and alone on her wedding night. Instead of sleeping she went back downstairs and cleaned up the mess left over from the wedding.

Klaus had come down in the morning to find her scrubbing the corner of the room. He glanced around and noticed everywhere was spotless, his eyes travelled to the stairs and he was hit with the memory of leaning against her as she struggled to carry him up each one. Guilt bubbled in the pit of his stomach but he ignored it and made his way into the room and past her.

Y/n just stared at the nonexistent spot on the ground and tiredly rubbed the sponge against it.

Rebekah came downstairs after a little while and frowned when she saw Y/n, exhausted and leaning against the wall while her arm moved almost robotically to scratch away at the floor.

“Y/n? Darling we have maids for this” she whispered softly, supporting her new sister-in-law and guiding her to stand up and walk toward the stairs.

“I was just helping” Y/n mumbled, “wine was spilt” she stated as she glanced over to the area she thought was stained with alcohol but when Rebekah glanced it was completely clean. She lead Y/n toward Klaus’s room but paused when she noticed the mess it was in and began to realise why Y/n hadn’t been to sleep. With a soft sigh she brought the she-wolf to her bedroom and helped Y/n out of her wedding dress.

“I suppose this isn’t the way you had hoped to get out of your dress” she joked gently but Y/n didn’t look amused.

“I’d rather you than your brother” she murmured and Rebekah gave a small laugh.

“One day you won’t think that” she whispered as she grabbed some of her pyjamas and passed them to Y/n. “He’ll become kinder after some time, it’ll be a difficult ride but you’ll get there. Besides he must already like you to have chosen you out of all the wolves” she convinced but Y/n just scoffed as she crawled into Rebekah’s bed and let her head hit the pillow

“Lucky me.” She quipped and Bekah hummed.

“I’ll get him to let you rest for today” she told her as she exited the room and let the girl sleep in her room for the day.

Klaus claimed not to care what Y/n did with her time, where she went or who she was with but Rebekah reminded him that she was his wife. Whether he was happy about or not.

“You either need to set her up a nice room for her to have for herself or you need to actually be her husband and have her feel comfortable enough to share one with you. My god Niklaus, it’s not like there’s anything wrong with her. It won’t give you a disease if you smile at the poor girl.” She scowled and Klaus glared but kept his trap shut.

Klaus knew Y/n was beautiful. She was delicate little thing, from what he had seen she could be very sensitive for a werewolf at times. But he knew she had a certain fire in her. He wondered what he would have to do to light that flame and have her snap at him. He wondered if her fear would override that anger.

It was much later in the day when he went to check on his new wife. Part of him worried she had ran away but he knew that she would stay, for the survival of her pack.

He found her curled up in his sisters pyjamas and bed. Reluctantly he picked her up and brought her to his room, tucking her into his bed and leaving her to rest there instead. After all, his bed was where she belonged now.

When evening came around, he made his way back to his room. As soon as he started getting ready for bed, Y/n forced herself up despite her still clearly needing sleep. He sighed as she left the room, ignoring his presence and going downstairs for the rest of the night.

Some days she would stay downstairs and behave almost zombie like as she tried to keep her mind running and eyes open, other times she just went to sleep while she knew Klaus was busy.

It annoyed him to no end but at the same time he was relieved that he never had to really see or speak to her. Still, whether either of them liked it, she was his wife and the fact that she wouldn’t stand in the same room as him was not something he appreciated.

So he did what he assumed to be best.

Forced her to spend time with him.

Often it would be in a painful silence as he stared her down and made sure she wouldn’t get up and leave. However after some time, she would have little conversations with him so that he would be sated and leave her alone for a little while later.

When in front of the other wolves, Klaus would become a different person. He would make sure to kiss Y/n’s cheek or head, hold her waist or hand. One because he had to make it seem as though they were some what happy so that the wolves would not turn on him and two because he liked to piss Jackson off. He took amusement in how the wolf would growl and scrunch his face up in distaste.

Y/n knew what Klaus was doing but didn’t see the point in arguing or getting all stressed about it, besides it only happened every now and then so it didn’t matter much.

However when Klaus began accidentally doing the little gestures when others weren’t around, as though it were his second nature, Y/n felt confused. She didn’t understand his motifs or what he wanted from her.

Rebekah told Y/n that he didn’t want anything, that he was just warming to her but Y/n was still skeptical. Even when Rebekah came into her room grinning and held out a piece of paper with a beautifully sketched version of Y/n’s face.

“He must’ve been bored out of his mind” Y/n mumbled dismissively as she handed the drawing back to Rebekah who rolled her eyes.

“He likes you” she argued and Y/n scoffed.

“He does not. He just wants me to do whatever he says”she countered and the mikaelson sister sighed

“He isn’t all bad, you know?” Bekah questioned

“Sure he isn’t. He’s quite lovely towards his daughter” she agreed and Rebekah hummed as she watched Y/n pretend to have no clue about Niklaus’s thoughts or feelings.

Klaus wouldn’t admit that he had become accustomed to Y/n’s presence and began to want it more often. He wasn’t too sure why but he had taken a fancying to her, he just had.

And he most certainly didn’t like when other people took a fancying to her as well. Not at all.

Now he knew that she would never peruse anything with anyone else, that would break the magical marriage binding the wolves together but it didn’t mean he didn’t get angry. Especially when another wolf could make her smile or blush better than he could. His teeth would bring, jaw would clench and his eyes would flicker gold.

It fuelled something ugly and twisted inside him.

Jealousy.

“Jealousy is a weak man’s disease” Niklaus had told Elijah many times over the centuries. “A man who knows his worth and his strength never had to fear that his girl would stray. Jealously means they are nothing. I am not nothing, I never will be.”

And yet, as soon as Y/n’s attention was given to an attractive werewolf, Klaus would feel as though he was nothing. He would feel that weakness that he loathed so deeply.

The only way to diminish that jealousy was to eliminate the threat. To pick away at the weakness piece by piece until only strength was left.

But that didn’t go well.

When Klaus killed a werewolf, Y/n went ballistic. It was the first time she had actually yelled at him, expressed her anger and threatened his position.

“It’s like you’re actually a fool! You hurt my pack and they will not protect you nor your child, this marriage will be pointless and finished-“ she ranted and his anger bubbled.

“This marriage will not end just because our pack says so” he growled and she glared at him, her pointer finger jabbed at his chest aggressively and it took everything within him not to snap it in half.

“It is hardly a marriage and it had only happened for the benefit of my pack and for your daughter. It is you that has a hundred enemies banging down the door at night and it will be you that suffers if you do not have the protection that I offer you.” She snapped and he sneered in her face. He wanted to kill her in that moment however at the same time, for whatever reason, he had never been more attracted to her. His wolf wanted to force her into submission. To spank and pound her until she admitted that she was his and wouldn’t ever threaten to leave him again. But he was also beyond furious at the possibility of his daughter’s life being on the line and so stormed past her before he would harm her.

He ignored her mutterings of how pathetic he was and locked himself in his arm room which was utterly destroyed by the end of the hour due to his never ending rage.

The next morning he had expected a pack of wolves to be stood at his door, angry and threatening. However he found them all sat at their long table, Y/n was at the head informing them that they had ‘found’ the pack member already dead and had brought him here so that they may take care of his body accordingly.

She lied for Klaus.

She let her family believe that it was someone else who had killed the wolf. When they accused Klaus, she snapped back at them that he was with her all day and had helped her take care of the body.

Y/n gave Klaus a look that dared him to contradict her words but he didn’t utter a word. He just stood at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder as he listened to the others discuss the traditional funeral that the wolf deserved.

Once they left, Y/n walked straight past Klaus and to her bedroom. She was unwilling to speak with her for the next few days. The only time she would was regarding Hope.

The small toddler had taken a strong liking to Y/n and often asked for her. Nobody could not love Hope once they spent some time with her so Y/n was always happy to have the baby in her arms.

Klaus too, very much enjoyed the sight of his wife holding his child. His mind began to spin together images of Y/n pregnant with his child. His wolf craved the thought. He could imagine how beautifully round her stomach would be and how he would press his hands to the bump while nuzzling into her hair.

And then he would think of how he would get her pregnant. She would be so gorgeous sprawled out in his bed.

Since their wedding day she had been in her own room but now Klaus desperately wanted her in his.

He wanted to be inside her. To claim her. To love her.

Never did he think he would love her.

Then again, never did he think he would be getting married or having a baby.

But all of those things had happened and he wouldn’t take them back. Perhaps he might’ve gone about them a little differently but he would have still wanted them to happen.

He told her that once.

One night when they were having dinner.

Somehow he had managed to convince her to share a meal with him and him alone. She couldn’t be bothered to fight over it so complied.

Y/n hadn’t expected him to actually make such an effort. Or to have been so lovely the entire evening. It was clear he wanted to impress her and to engage her, and he had but she didn’t understand why.

Until he told her of how he wouldn’t have changed things,not fully. He had admitted to her that he was somewhat happy with the fact that they were married. He didn’t say he loved her, he knew that would through her off but he made it obvious that he liked her much more than he had initially expressed.

She wasn’t so sure how to respond to him.

Y/n had thought that he was only nicer to her lately because he too was avoiding arguments but she hadn’t truly believed it was because he was being genuine.

Klaus noticed the frown on her face and looked down at his plate. “It’s a little silly I suppose” he muttered to himself, he couldn’t help the deflated feeling that travelled through him as he placed his fork down. “Neither of us wanted this marriage” he mumbled while standing up from his seat making his chair scrape against the floor with a painful sound.

Y/n felt the guilt sink in and she quickly got up also and rounded the table as he started to walk away. “Klaus,” she called softly, reaching out for his hand.

His eyes fluttered when she held onto his hand, he hadn’t felt the softness of her touch since their first and only kiss of their relationship from their wedding day.

He glanced to her and reluctantly shrugged her off. “No it doesn’t matter, I was being a fool” he argued and kept walking.

Y/n sighed to herself and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration.

The next morning Klaus ignored her, barely looked at her even.

It was later that day that she finally caught his attention and pulled him off into another room.

“Klaus” she murmured in annoyance when he went to open the door she had just pushed shut. “You’re behaving like a child” she tutted and he growled. “Would you just stop?” She told him and he glared at her.

“What do you want?” He asked, not bothering to soften his tone which made her frown again.

“I want you to talk to me” she whispered and he narrowed his eyes.

“You never want to talk to me.” he snapped, “you only want to because I made a stupid mistake”

“It wasn’t a mistake” she told him, her tone much gentler than his. “I just wasn’t expecting it”

“Why? Because it’s so shocking that I could possibly feel something-“

“God, Klaus no. You know I dont think you’re a heartless monster-“

“That strongly contradicts things you’ve said in the past-“ he argued and she made a sound of frustration.

“Well I’ve changed my mind” she told him and his jaw tightened. “Klaus I’m serious. I know you now, I’ve seen you”

“Then what is it about me that you cannot love?” He whispered and her eyes softened further. They stared at each other until Y/n stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. Her arms went around his midsection and his went over her shoulders.

“It isn’t that I can’t” she mumbled and he closed his eyes

“You just don’t want to” he whispered but she still shook her head.

“I just don’t know how to” she corrected and he hummed quietly.

“But I love you” he uttered and she nodded.

“I know that now” she agreed “and I’ll make sure that I take that into consideration but Klaus, you can’t just expect that I’ll suddenly be all over you and madly in love” she told him and he frowned.

“Why not?” He asked and she scoffed softly. For centuries woman had been falling at his feet but the one woman that he married wouldn’t?

“Because the world doesn’t revolve around you?” She whispered, a little laugh in her voice that made him a little annoyed at first but when he saw her face he couldn’t help but laugh a little bit with her. Eventually he sighed and looked down with a small smile and a nod.

“I’ll earn your affections” he promised, kissing her forehead before exiting the room.

And from that day, he tried his very best to do just that.

Though of course they still had their arguments and disagreements, now he would be the first to apologise or to admit his wrong doings.

And slowly, like he had hoped, Y/n began to love him too.

Rebekah, Elijah, Hayley, Jackson and all the other wolves began to notice the much softer side to them both when they touched to spoke to each together. Some were happier than others about the change in dynamics between the two.

Jackson for one, was very put off when Klaus kissed his sister in front of everyone. What was worse was that she kissed him back and asked him to grab her a drink. They behaved like a real married couple. The wolves didn’t like it.

Some of them went as far to verbalise their opinions but Klaus’s siblings were quick to shut them up before they could upset Y/n. They reminded them that it was in the best interests of everyone that the two got along rather than Y/n living a miserable life just for the benefit of the pack. Eventually the majority agreed and kept quiet.

Jackson was most concerned.

Especially when he came round to visit and found Y/n sprawled across Klaus’s lap while reading a book..

“Y/n” he called, his gaze hard as he watched her lift her head and smile before getting up and going out for lunch with her brother. He expressed his worries and she assured him that Klaus was much better now and that she felt that she could love him. Jackson knew that her using the word ‘could’ was solely for his benefit. She wanted to say that she did love him.

With a small sigh he nodded and told her to just be happy and thanked her once more for everything she had done for him and their family.

When Y/n came home Klaus had made her a bubble bath for her to relax in. She laid in the water for a while before getting changed into comfy clothes and wondering downstairs. Klaus was in the kitchen grating Parmesan cheese over two dishes of pasta.

She smiled and sat at the table quietly, smiling at him when he placed the bowl infront of her before sitting down opposite with his own dish.

Klaus twisted his fork in the spaghetti and asked how her day with Jackson was. They chatted while they ate before loading the dishwasher and heading upstairs.

Y/n had been sleeping in his room lately. Mostly because they would accidentally fall asleep beside each-other when watching a film before bed but then Klaus asked if she would feel comfortable sharing a room with him and she agreed.

So this time they naturally just went to Klaus’s room or rather their room.

His eyes watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, a soft hum left her and her hips swayed gently. The tap started running which meant she was brushing her teeth and he followed her in and grabbed his own toothbrush to do the same. He glanced at her in the mirror as she focused on her mouth. He cleared his throat and finished cleaning up before kissing her head and going into their room to get changed into his sleep pants which he had only been wearing because he wasn’t sure if she would be comfortable with him in only briefs.

Klaus was unaware of how Y/n would imagine his naked body against hers, pressing and sliding against hers while they panted beneath the sheets of their bed.

It was why she started wearing tinier pyjamas to bed, in hopes it would entice him that extra bit.

The little shorts would allow him a glimpse of her ass, as though it was teasing him. And the little matching vest top would wrap around her upper body perfectly.

Klaus sat down on the bed and watched as she walked back in. His eyes glanced to wear her taut nipples would press against the Cotten of her clothes down to her long bare legs that he desperately wanted to bury between.

She let out a yawn as she slid into bed beside him and beneath the covers. He pulled her closer so that their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces and sighed quietly as though having her touch soothed something inside of him.

“Thanks for tonight” she whispered as she leaned up and kissed his lips before laying her head down on her pillow. Klaus hummed and laid down with her.

“Thank you for having dinner with me again” he smiled and she returned it, her hand moved to caress his gently and he held onto hers tenderly.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I love having dinner with you” she told him and his eyes flickered between hers as he took in her words because they both knew what she was actually saying.

“You do?” He whispered and she nodded.

“I do.”

Klaus kissed her again, for a few seconds longer this time. Just as he pulled his lips away from hers, she pushed them back together with a little more force. He groaned softly, his hand sliding down her back and over the curve of her ass to grip the back of her thigh and lift her leg up so her knee slide over his hip. His hand slid up under her shorts to feel the soft warmth of her pussy against his fingers.

Y/n moaned quietly against his mouth. Both her hands caressed his neck gently before one moved lower. Klaus grunted softly and pulled away from their kiss as he felt her hand cup his erection through his pants.

Their eyes locked as both their hands moved slowly, teasingly.

A small whimper left Y/n as Klaus’s fingers rubbed over her clit. She brought her hand under the waistband of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as she felt the length and thickness of him. Klaus’s mouth fell open slightly as he breathed shallowly.

Her hand pumped his cock slowly as he slipped a finger inside her. His thumb glided over her sensitive little bud, his eyes urging her to please move her hand faster. She complied and stroked him quicker, squeezing as she went.

His hips thrust against her hand while two fingers curled inside her to find her spot.

The whole room became hot and dark as the night deepened and the blankets were pulled over their heads to make them feel closer. Their breathing mixed together and little moans left them both as their hands moved faster.

Their mouths moved together sloppily as moans vibrated from both of them and their body moved in time to meet the other’s hand.

Y/n went first, her neck arched making Klaus move his lips down to suck along her throat while his hips thrust and his fingers fucked her fast. He panted as her cry of pleasure left her and he felt her pussy clamp down and release. It only took a few more squeezes of her hand around his cock for him to cum across her stomach.

They both lay, breathing heavily and looking at eachother. Y/n’s eyes squinted to see him in the dark, his hands were moving her onto her back so he could slot on top of her. Her thighs were nudged open and a gasp left her as the head of his cock started to push into her.

Klaus leaned down and kissed her again, deepening it in seconds so he could taste her while his cock finally felt the soft, wet warmth that he had longed for.

A strained cry of relief left her and her back arched off the bed as he filled her completely. His hands slid up her body and scrunched her shirt up above her breasts so that he could lean down and wrap his lips round one of her nipples.

“Klaus” she whimpered as his hips thrust slowly and his tongue flicked teasingly. He moaned softly around the bud before sucking it between his teeth. He released it with a pop before kissing up along her chest and throat until he took her lips to his. She kissed him back hungrily, accepting his tongue into her mouth without any resistance as his hips rolled faster into her.

He only pulled away from her lips when her pussy went unbearably tight on his cock, he let out a loud groan as he fucked into her as quickly as he could.

The harsh slap of his skin meeting hers repeated through the room alongside her moans for more. Klaus could feel himself getting closer to cumming and he was determined to fill her up. He wanted her to carry his next child.

His tongue traced the shell of her ear as she cried out and his fingers reached between her legs to rub at her clit until she was crying to cum.

“Shh sweetheart” he purred to her, “let me fill you” he whispered and the realisation of what he meant dawned on her.

“Klaus” she whimpered as she felt his cock release inside her. His hips slowed but didn’t stop as his cock softened momentarily before hardening again inside of her still.

He grunted softly as he glanced down at her, his fingers gently rolled over her clit while watching his cock slide in and out of her. He could see his cum spilling out of her and he desperately tried to fuck it back inside.

“I want you to be full of my child” he muttered to her and she moaned softly, her hand lifted to cup his cheek to draw his attention to her eyes.

"I love you" she whispered and he groaned quietly as he kissed her lips just briefly so she could speak again, "and I'll love our children" she told him making his hips buck roughly into her. She moaned in response and wrapped her arms around his neck while resting her head against his. "You''ll be such a good daddy to them" she murmured and a low growl rumbled through his chest as he took the praise and thrived off of it.

Y/n felt his pace quicken and her pleasure heighten making her kiss across his cheek to his ear slowly, "Please daddy?" she purred while her cunt clenched repeatedly and her lower stomach twisted into a series of knots. "Please give me your babies" she begged and he couldn't stop from snapping. His mind and body went haywire making her scream his name. Her body was practically vibrating as her body met his for the hundredth time and her head went back allowing his mouth to reattach onto her neck.

Her eyes rolled back when his teeth sunk into her throat.

Bliss rolled through both of them until their bodies were a heated, sweaty mess amongst the sheets.

His hand held the back of her head holding her face into his chest as they panted heavily. Her eyes closed as she felt him stroke her hair soothingly while he slid his cock out of her and caressed her swollen clit ever so gently with his thumb.

Y/n whimpered weakly and he smiled as he glanced down to watch her brows furrow together while her hips slowly rode the pad of his finger until one last cry left her alongside another orgasm.

Once he had ensured she was finished, he cleaned them both up and then their bed before dropping her down onto the fresh bedding and taking warmth in her giggle when she reached out and pulled him to lay beside her.

Klaus kept her snuggled up to him all night and into the next morning before reluctantly getting up and going downstairs to join the rest of the family.

He knew that everything was finally working out.

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Klaus and Hayley share a dance in 1x17

Which turns out to be more intimate than they weened

millennium old Klaus Mikaelson isn't easily impressed, but there's something about seeing the mother of his child make such a strong stand in front of all the supernatural factions that gratifies his amour propre

there's also something about seeing her body pressed so closely to his brother's in a dance that boils his blood He sees her get spun around, from his brother's arms and into her supposed betrothed eager ones

She seems happy

He indubitably isn't

Once the irksome young wolf is gone, he sees her stroll towards him, hiding a smile

"Care for a dance?"

Her voice is hiding something pernicious He knows she's onto something, there's always an ulterior motive when it comes to her, she fakes cordiality and he fakes indifference, it's how it's always been

so he laughs, keen on knowing what is it she's in quest of

"I thought you'd never ask"

Their hands intertwine as they gently sway to the classical euphony He can feel her body's warmth and hear their unborn child's heart beating alongside hers

it makes him feel whole and hale

But also disarmed He was never accustomed to vulnerability, he had deemed love a vampire's greatest weakness

And if it truly is then he's the frailest of them all ,For her saintly face wrecked all his defenses

"I hear you had a talk with the wolves,my pack to be exact"

And there it is, his reminder to never get attached to the spirited Hayley Marshall

"Well you heard right, we're at war Love and while this little soiree might have you fooled into believing we are at peace i assure you we are not, the factions are in fact at each other's necks and sides will have to be taken"

She contemplates his words as he admires the way she gets slightly pouty when she's in deep thought

"And you're siding with the wolves, why?"

Because i care for you

"Because it's who I am, being a wolf is my genesis"

because i love you

"You might say I'm also doing this for my child, this is her home and i don't want her growing up in a place that makes her rueful for being who she is"

He watches that sweet smile tug the corners of her mouth

He wonders what would happen if he tasted her plump lips again

He didn't do it right the first time they kissed, under the haze of alcohol but he'd love nothing more than to do it again, the right way this time

"Not to discourage you from ever shutting up, but you're suspiciously quiet"

He laughs, and when her hand comes to rest on his chest, his breath hitches

"You could've just asked, so why the extravaganza?"

"Maybe i just wanted an excuse to dance with you"

She's certainly playing games, it's who she is. He reminds himself to stop her from tearing down the walls he spent a thousand years carefully building around his heart

She stops briefly before adding

"And thank you... For looking after my pack, i owe you one"

"Don't mention it, you're part of my family now and as such you can never be beholden to me"

She leans forward and for a split second he swears he sees that glimmer in her pretty doe eyes if it weren't for his brother's interference.

So he steps aside even if his soul aches to hold her hand again

And for now he sticks to watching from the sidelines

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First and foremost, welcome to the new followers! I haven't had a chance to welcome you guys in some time. But I appreciate you being here! I hope that whatever it was that helped you to decide that I was worth following continues to happen!

Lets talk about a few things. Remember when I said I was going to move all of my 18+ work over to an after dark page? Well that happened forever ago and I NEVER posted on it again. I made pretty banners and everything for my masterlist and nothing came from it. SO after thinking long and hard about it, I will be deleting that blog altogether and moving everything back over here.

But Dom, what about the Minors that follow you? You see, I thought about it. I thought about just deleting the few fics I have and just moving on, but that feels like a lot like book burning and I'd rather not. So while I can put up several warnings and tag the living crap out of that fic, I can't stop them from ignoring all that.

But to ease my conscious a bit, here are some tags that I'll be using for all things of age. #babies not included #18+ #Dom's trash If you are currently under age, I'd greatly appreciate you adding these to your filters! Thanks!

With that being said, fics like Business or Pleasure and What the Future Holds will be added to the Masterlist here. BoP was simply linked to the afterdark page and thankfully I don't have to repost that. Cause I would absolutely hate to lose all those notes. What the Future Holds will need to be reposted since I'll be deleting the blog it's currently attached to.

I'll be adding a legend to my masterlists. That way it's a little easier to figure out what's what before clicking on them. I used to do this in the very beginning but somehow managed to stop. So that will be starting back up again.

Let's talk fics, next! In case you haven't noticed, some fics have a '-discontinued-' notice right next to it. For the time being, I will NOT be completing those fics. Its not that I don't want to finish them-especially with some close to the end-its just i have no motivation to finish them. Maybe one day I will come back to them. ALSO! SEQUELS! Many requests and comments have been about sequels. Second parts don't always get the same attention as the first. I've been so grateful that Phantom has been getting as much interaction as it has been. But that's because of all of the interactions it had been getting. So what I'm getting at is that I won't be continuing a fic if the interaction is low on it. I'm always happy to make a second part of something, so long as its getting notes. So be sure to interact with your favorites if you want to see it get a second part to it.

Interest Posts will be happening at some point again. I of course want you guys to be enjoying the things I post. I know there has been some notice that I've fully been focusing on Phantom a lot more than anything else. It honestly goes back to the interaction it is getting that is fueling my writing muse for it. So again, be sure to interact with the fics you like.

Remember These Violent Delights? As much as I loved Adriana, she didn't seem to be accepted here on tumblr like I hoped she would and I had eventually taken down that series. So now I wanna give that series another shot as a reader insert. I've been working on it a bit behind the scenes and I hope that this fic will have a better comeback as a reader insert than an OC. Posting dates for that will come soon!

Requests are OPEN! So send in those requests! Incase you need a reminder on who and what I write for, here is a quick list!

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries Universe Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters I write for: Elijah Mikaelson * Klaus Mikaelson Kol Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Jackson Kenner Tony Stark Loki Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes* I can write for others if the inspiration is there as well! *Indicates most read/requested fics, along with a larger quantity of fics available to read

I believe that is all I have for now. If you stuck around this long, Thank you so much for doing so and I look forward to interacting more with you guys!

[boricuacherry-blog]

Months before, Tupac had filmed his own death in a video. "It's just a fun little game...the game of life," Tupac said while working on the piece which showed him expiring, bullet-riddled, in an ambulance. "I know one day they're gonna shut the game down, but I gotta go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave."

Money B came to town to audition for the lead in a movie called Juice. Tupac tagged along.

They shot in Harlem with Spike Lee's cinematographer Ernest Dickerson directing. On wrap day Moritz took Tupac aside to congratulate him for his performance, and tease him about spending so much of his scale wages on gold jewelry.

Suge, who ran into Tupac at a recording studio, tried money first, offering $200,000 for a single song. Pac took the cash, but declined the Death Row invite. A seed, however, was planted. Earlier in life, Tupac had sold crack and his mother Afeni, a Black Panther, had dealt with a drug addiction, but he was on his way to fame.

The money, in any case, soon vanished. Some went for a Mercedes 300 - Tupac's dream car - which lasted less than 24 hours before he totaled it. The next day he bought another, and, when a friend admired it, Tupac gave it to him. He did hold on to an Oakland apartment, only Tupac kept forgetting his keys. He handled that by punching in windows, so many that after a couple of weeks his pad had the tightness of a colander. "Aren't you worried about security?" Shock G asked during a visit, gazing at the gold jewelry lying around. "Nah," said Pac, hefting an automatic weapon, "I got this."

Tupac appeared too busy to notice. Besides laying plans for a second album and another movie (John Singleton's Poetic Justice, co-starring Janet Jackson), he was preparing a benefit concert for Marin City's 50th-anniversary festival.

His tattoos seemed to incite violence. One showed a panther about to strike; another, an AK-47. But it was the three-inch letters he had cut across his stomach that said it all. THUG LIFE, they spelled - the i formed by a bullet. He'd explain that "thug" meant those who didn't have anything, and that the letters were an acronym for "The Hate U Gave Lil Infants Fuck Everybody."

The Atlanta charges would be dismissed, but there was one case Tupac wouldn't beat.

There were two versions of what happened. According to Tupac, he knew where things were going, but, uninterested in participating, got up and went into another suite to talk to his publicist. According to the young woman, she was raped and sodomized by Tupac and members of his crew.

"I'm going to show people...my true heart," Tupac Shakur said, pleading with the judge before being sentenced. "I'm going to show them the man that my mother raised."

The judge had other ideas. Condemning Tupac's "arrogance," he sentenced him to a term of up to four and a half years in the maximum-security facility at Dannemora, New York.

The approach to Tupac was smooth, too. Death Row, Suge said on a jail visit, was "family," and as "Daddy," he looked after all its members. He would put up Pac's bail. All Tupac had to do was join them. "I want a house for my moms," the rapper replied. Done, said Suge. Knight's lawyer, a white criminal attorney named David Kenner, scrawled out a three-page contract, naming himself Tupac's legal representative and Suge the controller of his business affairs. Pac gave it a glance and signed.

In 1996 singer Faith Evans - married to the rapper Biggie - found it hard to turn down an offer to record a song with Tupac Shakur for a self-negotiated $25,000. Now she knows this was not the best move. "I had no idea that Tupac had been signed to Death Row Records," she wrote. "I hadn't yet heard that Suge Knight had bailed him out." Her decision led to a decade-long rumor that she slept with Pac, which she denies. Even today she becomes unsettled by the topic of Tupac, and when pushed to talk about him, a clearly rattled Faith parses her words carefully. "I didn't know him. I don't know what motivated him. I'm glad I got through it the best I could." Unfortunately, she would not see a dime of the money from the recording. She says he told her if she wanted the money, she would have to "suck his d--k,' and feeling humiliated, she left.

He acted with Jim Belushi in Gang Related. So many scripts were coming in - so many that Tupac set up a company, Euphanasia, and hired his old friend Molly Monjauze to run it.

Their house - a Death Row-leased estate in suburban Calabasas - was always crowded. Pac's mother Afeni and sister Sekyiwa visited for long stretches, bringing Sekyiwa's two little girls with them. The Outlawz - Tupac's teenage cousins - were also in residence, along with any friend who needed a bed. Tupac completed the dorm atmosphere by installing banks of video games and slot machines.

The rest is well-known and told often. Tupac was shot. There are still some people though who believe Tupac is alive and well, on an island somewhere. Who killed him remains a mystery. Suge swore he wouldn't help,even if he knew. "I don't get paid to solve homicides," he said.

[traegics]

“Didn’t say we were innocent,” Charlie counters, a pointed look shot in the vampires direction. “Not in that sense at least and for the record, 90% of wolves don’t trigger their gene on purpose. We call it a curse for a reason. No matter how hard we try to fight it, that anger and lack of self-control gets too much and you become impulsive, unable to think before you react especially when pushed.”

She’s not sure if it’s a bad thing or not, especially as his eyes flicker over her frame. Regardless, a smirk tugs at her lips as she shifts slightly, frame now resting against the shelf as he mentions her status of royalty and a faint laugh eases from her lips as she tears her gaze away. “Something like that,” the she-wolf shrugs. “My family comes from one of the original seven werewolf bloodlines, the Kenner’s. In our pack, the Crescent wolves, there’s two royal bloodlines aka wolves from a line of original wolves. The Kenner’s and the Labonair’s. My cousin Jackson is one of two alpha’s of our pack, his wife having been the other.”

A hum pulls from her chest as she lifts her glass to her lips and sips from the alcohol, welcoming the burn against the back of her throat. “In 2011, yeah,” Charlotte states. “Marcel Gerard and his legion of vampire minions took over the quarter and cursed our pack to live our lives, if triggered, as wolves and only being human one night a month on the full moon. It does change though, thankfully. The arrival of the Mikaelson’s and Hayley Marshall changed it all for us.”

She doesn’t miss the pointed look when he mentions wolves again, verdant irises rolling within her amusement but she remains quiet regardless as he continues. “Ahh but also a witch and a vampire,” she retorts, her own pointed look given. “Admittedly, it’s my first time hearing about them myself so I don’t know much aside from the whispers I’ve heard but I do intend on finding out more.”

It’s not lost on her, the invasion of her space, and rather than acknowledge it, she simply allows it, grinning as her drink is mentioned and her gaze is pulling from his piercing baby blues to the liquid before they’re returning to his gaze and she’s shifting ever so slightly to minimize even more space between them, a smirk tugging against her lips before she lifts the drink to her lips and downs the entirety of its contents before giving a slight shake to the glass and setting it back down on the shelf. Then she’s leaning forward a bit more, gaze flickering to his lips a moment before back to his eyes. “Ahh I can’t be giving away all my secrets now can I,” she taunts. “Pour me another drink and perhaps I will divulge you a little bit about me.”

"I mean, from the species that eats people to the species that kills them just to trigger their existence ..." Damon points back and forth between the two of them for emphasis, "Innocent isn't the word I'd use." He wonders briefly what the score would be between species. Surely there had to be more vampires than wolves in the world, but at this party alone he was overwhelmingly in the minority. Not that vampires could trust one another in the same way, but it would be nice to have at least a little back up. "Werewolves tend to be a lot of trouble, in my experience," he says carefully, his gaze flickering from her head to her toes and back again. So what if it's a little more flirtatious than investigative? He can do both. "A little birdie told me you're a pretty important one. Something like royalty, I think he said. I can't tell if that's better or worse for me yet." The witches aren't a bad idea, either, and he's considered it himself. Damon thinks of the number of ritual sacrifices that had taken place this last year alone. It sparks an idea. "Could be a punch card system. Maybe someone murked the billionth human and this is how we pay for it." Maybe not a great idea, but it's what comes first. He takes another sip. "I heard the witches in New Orleans were on lockdown, though, at least in 2011. That change much in the future?" When she mentions the Triad he perks up a little. He actually knows something now about this one. "They came up earlier. Some kind of supernatural hunting force. Started by a werewolf," he gives her a pointed look as if to say 'see? trouble', "And a witch and vampire. I guess they wind up trying to take out everything that goes bump in the night. Only problem is I don't think they're from my time, so I haven't heard much else." His head's starting to hurt from all the possibilities swirling around, and it's a reminder for the other reason they came back in here. She hasn't touched her drink nearly enough for this to be a proper competition. It's his turn to settle in, and he leans against the bookshelf just across from her. The tip of his boot reaches the edges of her shoes, but he makes no move to pull back and make room. He's never one to honor personal space. It's one of his best tricks. "What about you?" Damon chides, "I don't know enough about you, yet. Why shouldn't you be a prime suspect?" He gestures toward her glass with a look of mock disappointment. "I thought you were trying to outdrink me."

[bellarkeselection]

You're a Destined Mikaelson

Request from @catmikaelson20 Y/n is forced to marry Jackson Kenner to protect her child (Hope) and her pack. Everything is set in stone until Klaus interprets the wedding.

Weddings are supposed to be with someone you love. In this case for me it's to protect someone I love. My child, the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson. I was a young teenager when I met and fell for his charms. Although stupid enough to sleep with the man and by some crazy supernatural power carry his daughter Hope. The doors opened where I carry the small flowers that my daughter picked out in my hands. Beginning to walk down to where I will marry Jackson. I'd rather be marrying Klaus but the wolves of the bayou don't agree that he's a good father. Jackson is the one that they trust and once he marries me his pack will be given the ability of a hybrid. Half werewolf half vampire just like Klaus and I are. Jackson takes my hands in his smiling and I give him a small one until the church doors burst opened revealing Klaus Mikaelson. "Klaus, what are you doing here?" I asked feeling Jackson step in front of as a form of protection.

"I'm here to win back my queen. That's why I'm here. Now could you kindly tell your pack to stand down or I'll have to attack the lot of them." Klaus gestures with his arms out seeing the wolves of Jackson's pack all circling him. Jackson bawled his hands into fists at his side shoving me behind him. "She's not yours, Mikaelson. You just think that because she birthed you a child. But your different than us, a monster. You can't possibly care for Y/n the way a man should. The way I will." Jackson turned to kiss me but he gets his neck snapped by Klaus. The wolves started to attack but our little daughter does a spell freezing them in there place. I shuffle my feet backwards as he slowly walks up to me with a weak smile, taking my hands in his. I didn't want to accept or believe that I still have feelings for him. Because he is a monster sometimes, until you see the other side when he rarely let's his guard down. That's the side that I can't shake from my mind no matter how much I try too.

Tilting my head down I feel myself blush when he tilts my chin back up. So I'll look into those blue eyes that would turn gold when he went full hybrid on anyone. "Y/n, I know you want to deny our attraction. To be honest I did when I first laid eyes on you. I wanted to believe it was a trick my mother was playing on me. Thinking that I couldn't - wouldn't find someone who made me better. But..." He reaches into his pocket showing me an engagement ring. He dropped down on one knee making me release a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. "I love you. I love you, I love you. There's nobody else who has given me love in the thousands years I've been alive, except for you and Hope. I don't want to mess it up by letting you marry someone else. You are and have only ever been fit to be a Mikaelson. To become my wife. Because no one else will give the romance of a thousand years and more...so please, Y/n L/n will you marry me?"

"I uh - can you really protect me and my pack - Klaus they can't keep turning every moon." I trailed off wanting so badly to say yes. But my pack of wolves comes first since I am there Alpha. The only reason I was marrying Jackson was because he promised he would find a way to not have them turn every full moon. Klaus squeezes my hands in his tears in his eyes that make me almost cry. "I promise, love. You and your pack will become my family. That's what being a Mikaelson is all about. Protecting the ones you love." Without thinking I throw my arms around his neck almost making him fall onto his back. He wrapped his strong arms around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck making me laugh. "Yes...yes I'll marry you." He breaks the hug slipping the ring on my left hand and getting to his feet. Hope ran up begging with her cute eyes. "Can I still be the flower girl, please?" Klaus and I both chuckled until I picking her up in my arms grinning. "Yes little princess. You were always going to be the flower girl."

Comments really appreciated 😊

[golddaggers]

Dinner

Jackson Kenner x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

imagine: being Jackson’s wife and cooking him his favourite meal. 

warnings: just little bits of fluff.

word count: 627

A soft ballad was playing at the background whilst I swirled, slowly, the wooden spoon on the food I was preparing. It was nothing fancy, really, but I just had a feeling I should surprise my loving husband with his favourite meal. I mean, he works so hard to keep me satisfied that I actually take pleasure in doing these small things for him. It was a way to pay him back for everything, even though I knew I didn’t have to, because he would love me anyway. It was just who Jackson Kenner was.

“Babe?” Jack’s voice snapped me out of my concentration and I soon felt a set of arms wrapping themselves around my waist. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I got home early and I decided to make you macaroni and cheese, because I know how much you like it.”

“It’s not your responsibility, darling.” He whispered, his beard burning against my skin as he pressed his lips on my neck, kissing it. “Matter fact, there’s another dish I’d rather have and it is indeed my favourite.”

“Jackson!” I shrieked, my eyes widened and my mouth slightly open by his dirty response. He pulled me closer to his chest, squeezing me even tighter against it, which, by the way, was rumbling with his laughter. “You’re damn lucky I missed you, otherwise this kind of answer would get you in trouble.”

“As if.”

Turning off the oven, I finally spun around to check him out. Although his perfect traits remained unaltered, he appeared to be very tired and ready to go straight to bed. I was aware that, despite the promise he made to me when we got married, Jackson still helped Hayley Marshall, his former fiancée, out sometimes. It’s not like I’m the jealous type or anything, yet, the kind of business she got involved with was way too dangerous for my taste, so I hated to know he insisted on being there for her.

“Don’t give me that look.” The tall man pleaded, reaching for my hands and engulfing them on his tepid ones. “I get that you disapprove, but…”

“Jack, I don’t want to argue any more over this.” Wetting my lips, I moved smoothly towards him and lied my arms on his shoulders, swiftly being devoured by the intensity of his eyes. A gentle sigh crawled out my lips. “Just… Just be careful, okay? I love you too much to bear the thought of losing you. Don’t do that to me. Please!”

“I love you as well, gorgeous, and I would never do anything to put you in danger.”

“That’s not me I’m worried about.”

Not bothering to say anything, he pressed me against the sink and smashed his lips on mine in a heatedly kiss. For split second, I forgot about everything, just giving myself into the fondly action. His hands slided down to find my hips, gripping onto them, which made a pleasant gasp slip. As for me, I clutched a lock of his hair, pulling it lightly, provoking a series of throaty moans to escape. Ultimately, we stopped to catch a breath, our foreheads glued whilst we simply gazed at one another, happy to share that moment.

“What do you say we skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom?”

“I put a lot of effort on this dinner.” My bottom lip puckered up, forming a pout. Jackson chuckled, dissolving it with his digits and then stealing a quick peck. “But I guess it can wait.”

“It definitely can.”

That said, the man snatched my hand, intertwining our fingers, and took me to our safe haven, where we could, once and for all, demonstrate the love we had towards each other without reservations. And, God, I wanted that.

[klausysworld]

Hey hey! I was wondering if you could write a one-shot imagine about Klaus meeting a female angel who ends up being his soulmate? The angel is very skeptical at first because of all the things Klaus has done over the years and Klaus is drawn to her innocence and purity like some masochistic predator playing with its prey. In the end, Klaus becomes the overprotective loving mate he's known to be (could end in smut if you wish) Thank youuu <3

In Life and Death

The Mikaelsons had been first introduced to the Underworld and the Heavens nearly 800 years ago when demons managed to find their way on Earth again. They had caused more havoc than the entire vampire race at the time and fought the Mikaelson's to the point where Klaus truly believed they would drag him down to hell.

The only reason that they hadn't was because a group of angels had stopped them. They argued that the Mikaelsons at that point still had the chance for redemption and that they shouldn't be targeted for a lifestyle that was forced upon them.

The demons were obviously enraged with the angels ruining their time on Earth and once everyone returned home, there was a minor war over who got to go to Earth and how often. The only way to obtain some sort of peace was to agree for nobody to go to Earth. They may hear about it in the papers and occasionally watch large events however no angel nor demon would step foot or wicng on that land.

This remained so for the next 800 years until a curious angel accidentally opened the portal back up.

Y/n had always been interest in everything that was new. Her father had scolded her for it as her mother had been just the same. Unfortunately it had been curiosity that had resulted in her mothers demise and this was the main reason her father so desperately wanted her to stay quiet and obedient to the rules to ensure her safety.

Much to his dissatisfaction, she didn't follow those guidlines.

It was difficult really. She wasn't bad, nor did she misbehave. She was very well behaved and lovely, she just got distracted rather easily and drawn to pretty things. But never were her intentions to cause any sort of upset or distress.

Y/n just couldn't help herself from touching every shiny or soft thing within reach, wanting to know what it was and what it did. Coincidentally, the case which the portal was hidden inside was covered in shells and pearls. She hadn't meant to be sucked into it.

And she certainly didn't mean to waken up completely naked in the middle of the woods with only her wings to cover her exposed skin.

Her vision was impaired for couple minutes before she came to. The sky was bright and blue while her surroundings were mostly shades of brown and the occasional green.

It had been a pack of werewolves who found her and took her to their little homes within the Bayou. Jackson, as the alpha, had taken responsibility of the peculiar girl. He and Mary had helped her into some low back clothes, careful not to touch her wings. Y/n found herself unable to move or speak for hours as she adapted to the harsh change of environment. Her consciousness came and went every few minutes and occasionally her wings would stretch out making the wolves back up out of cautious and intrigue.

A few of the others wolves brought some water to her and they helped her drink it. After a while she began to fully wake. By which point the sky had deepened and darkened to an almost obsidian. Jackson and Mary had fallen to sleep and didn't notice how the angel slipped down from the bed, feeling the grainy ground against her feet as she walked on wobbly legs and held her arms out to balance herself. It was strange. Her body was pulled down much more than usual and everything felt heavy rather than feather-light.

Thankfully she still had her wings and so with a couple flutters of her feathered support and she was hovering just above the surface. What she didn't realise was that the beating of her wings against the air caused a cool breeze to brush over here company and cause them to wake.

Jackson had quickly jumped up and began to gain her attention. Y/n was startled and ended up accidentally smacking him with her wing only to then hysterically apologise and hold onto him. What was particular was that when her hand touched his skin a rush of calmness came over him. His limbs went weak and he had to push his hand against the wall beside him to keep himself up.

Once Mary woke back up she managed to get Y/n to sit back down and tell them who she was and how she got there. Both wolves had been almost awestruck with the soft, hypnotic tone of her voice. Neither of them questioned her story, it was quite clear her wings were real and from the way she looked around with wonder it was obvious everything was new. But of course there was also sadness and worry in her tone when she spoke of her father and how he much think something dreadful had happened to herb and how she needed to get home.

Mary was against Jackson's decision to go to Hayley in hopes that she or the Mikaelsons may be able to help her get back to the heavens.

Hayley had come to the Bayou after receiving a very vague text from her betrothed. She was expecting something bad to have happned from his lack of information however when a flash of white whipped past her, giggling and squealing with two young children holding onto her wings, well Hayley really didn't know what was going on.

A moment later Mary came out, huffing and puffing for breath and yelling for them to be careful not to fall.

Unfortunately, Y/n hadn't abided to this suggestion and ended up falling over a log when the little ones were chasing her in their game of 'catch the fairy', despite her persistently informing them that she was not a fairy.

Jackson came rushing out a moment later to pick Y/n up. Her knees and hands were scraped red as path of tears slipped from her pain filled eyes. Her wings wrapped around him for comfort and Hayley found herself staring completely baffled.

Jackson caught sight of Hayley as he was carrying Y/n back to the hut and smiled, calling for her to come with him. She followed eagerly and listened as he explained what had happened in a hushed whisper while Mary shook her head and cleaned up the angels grazes. Y/n was horrified at the red substance that had pooled in her palms and Mary had to insist that she wouldn't die and go to the underworld for being so irresponsible.

It took very little convincing for Hayley to ring Elijah and inform him of the situation to which he too was instantly intrigued and willing to help. He said to bring the angel to the Abattoir this evening so that they could meet her formally and reluctantly Jackson agreed and gently convinced Y/n to go. Hayley watched with a small sizzle of jealousy as Y/n clung onto Jackson with all her will as he helped her weave through the streets in a way that wouldn't let her wings be seen by pedestrians. Thankfully it was dark so it would've been more difficult to see but still alarming.

Thankfully they made it with little hassle and got to the door which was immediately opened by an impeccably dressed Elijah. His eyes beaming as he took in the beautiful creature before him. Hayley cleared her throat and Elijah quickly greeted them all politely, bringing them inside before closing the door.

They were lead to a large dinner table where a stoppy Klaus wait at the head of the table and an excited Rebekah reside next to him. Her eyes lit up as she caught glimpse of pristine white wings and sat up straight. Elijah's voice filled the room as he spoke to the girl.

"In the past we have met with people from your home, they were kind to us then and so I hope to return the favour. I am certain that we'll be able to help you find your way home however I can't confirm how long this may take. Until then, we hope to make your stay on Earth as well as we can and in doing so we have set up a room for you-" he explained however was cut off my Jackson who argued she already had somewhere to stay.

Klaus snickered in response and rose from his chair "Pretty little things like her don't want to be out in the dirt" he quipped, narrowing his eyes on the wolf before him making Y/n frown and tug on Jackson's sleeve and whisper to go back to the Bayou. Elijah glared at his brother and apologised for his behaviour before coaxing everyone into their seats.

Klaus at the head with Rebekah to his right side, Elijah beside her and Y/n to his right with Jackson beside her and Hayley beside him. Y/n had slid to the edge of her chair in an attempt to be further away from Klaus. She didn't like the aura around him, aggressive power rolled off him in waves only she could physically see and feel and on top of that she could sense the distrust between him and Jackson. Y/n trusted Jackson, he kept her safe and looked after.

Klaus however didn't like how her hands held onto Jackson's jacket and her body leaned on his. For some reason it made his glare harden and his jaw clench uncomfortably. Rebekah was the first to talk. She couldn't help but gush over having a girl, no an angel in the Abattoir. She had fallen for an angel 800 years ago and he had adored Rebekah, they had even given her a necklace hand carved by a god to prove his feelings for her. It hurt both of them when he was no longer able to return to her world however over time they both moved on and began to forget.

However she was incredibly eager to get to know Y/n and befriend her. She wanted to learn all about how the heavens had developed. So she began to chat, and chat and chat.

Until eventually Klaus groaned and had the first course brought in, hoping that his dear sister would quieten down if she were eating. His eyes glanced over to Y/n as she looked to Rebekah like a deer caught in headlights and questions were fired at her left, right and centre. "Enough Rebekah, you're scaring her" he snapped as a small plate filled with colourful foods were placed in front of her.

She started at it in confusion before timidly trying it as the rest of them ate. The taste was bizarre and she couldn't stop herself from spitting it out with a noise of disgust. Elijahs brows rose while Klaus let out a laugh and took her plate away "Not for you love?" he questioned, amused as she went a beat red and wiped her mouth.

"I'm sorry" she told him sincerely, reaching for the plate back "I can eat it" she whispered but he shook his head.

"Not if you don't like it. We'll get you something better" He argued, taking it back to the kitchen making her sink in her chair, embarrassed. Jackson rubbed her arm soothingly while Elijah, Rebekah and Hayley looked at each other in confusion of Klaus's strange behaviour.

It was quiet as he returned before they all ate their starters and glanced across at each other, Klaus in particular couldn't keep his eyes off of Y/n. His fingers tingled with anticipation to feel her wings. Her feathers looked softer than clouds and he wondered how far they could stretch out, how fast she could fly or how high.

Briefly his gaze flicked to her legs only for his brows to furrow when he noticed the bandages wrapped around her knees.

"What happened here, sweetheart?" he asked, his fingers hovering over the covered skin putting Jackson on edge.

"I was playing with the young ones and collided with a branch or a stone- was it a branch or a stone?" she questioned, turning to Jackson with a quizzical expression.

"It was a log, it's like a branch only thicker" he explained and she nodded.

Klaus couldn't help the small chuckle that left him resulting in Rebekah smacking his side.

"What were you playing?" She asked, her voice gentle as she encouraged her new friend to share the earlier events.

"Well they called it 'catch the fairy' however I am not a fairy...but they didn't really understand that so I just went with it I suppose...is that allowed? Or is that technically a lie?" her voice grew quiet and she made eye contact with Elijah who only shook his head.

"Not a lie at all. You were very kind to the children to indulge in their games." he reassured and she silently nodded.

The group then continued to eat and spoke occasionally about the possibility of Y/n staying the night at the compound so she may use the bath tub and they can have clothes altered to her so that her wings may be comfortable. Eventually she agreed but Jackson also had to stay, much to the Mikaelsons disapproval. He stayed in Hayleys bed which made Y/n's eyes wide when she whispered to Rebekah that they should not be going to bed together without a binding marriage in place.

Rebekah had helped wash Y/n's wings in the bath before having a hairdryer in each hand in an attempt to dry them while the angel squealed and squirmed at the combination of heat and noise coming at her.

Eventually she was ready for rest. Klaus had peeked into the room she was to be staying in to see her dressed in a soft halter style top and comfy pyjama bottoms. The luscious skin of her back was on display to him as well as her slowly moving wings while she let Rebekah fit her hair into a silk bonnet. A melodic giggle sent a shiver down his spine making his fits clench and eyes squeeze shut for a second.

There was an insistent pull that he felt towards her. Whether it was simply because she was new and different or because she seemed so pure and innocent.

As the next day rolled around he found himself watching as she ate her breakfast from the doorway. His eyes followed the fork all the way to her lips and back down again for every bite.

Eventually she felt his gaze and looked back at him, her eyes wide as she swallowed down her last piece. A slight smirk was visible across his face as he made his way over and took her place, rinsing it off and placing it in the dishwasher before taking her delicate hand and leading her to the outside area.

It was covered in flowers and other pretty plants. Klaus let go of her and gestured for the sky.

"It's safe for you to fly in this area, the public cannot see you so long as you don't go beyond those hedges" He told her while pointing to the surrounding greenery that acted as a barrier.

Her eyes lit up and her immediate reaction was she throw her arms around the hybrid. Klaus went stiff when he felt her touch. Something about it was so incredibly soothing that he felt as though his body was melting against her. Without meaning to his body curled around her, keeping her against him as a wave of peace washed over him.

Eventually she pulled away, bringing him back to reality as he watched her take off into the hair and spin in circles so that her wings could truly stretch. He left outside to play while he got back to his duties though he would often glance from his window to see her coaxing small animals from their burrows and surrounding herself in the natural environment.

Something stirred inside him as she sat against the soft grass with a young rabbit in her lap, squirrels birds and little rodents all sitting around her and listening as she spoke a language not even he, the original hybrid, knew.

She was a gorgeous thing, he had decided.

It was obvious that she was from the heavens, if not her looks then her delicacy. Day in and day out he had yet to see any sort of anger bubble within her. She was unbelievably sweet, annoyingly so. However whenever he tried to pull a rise from her, guilt would swallow him when tears of light formed in her beautiful round eyes and he realised he hadn't caused rage but devastation and misunderstanding. Y/n would think that he hated her and she would want to go back to the bayou so Klaus would apologise and promise she hadn't ever upset him.

Her innocence was to be cherished, he realised.

She was the polar opposite of him, she was soft and gentle. Pure and clean compared to his rough and tainted soul. Usually it was something he found to be weakness and wanted to destroy but his instincts pulled through and screamed at him to protect and possess.

So he began to brush close to her.

He found that it wasn't just him who felt the peace that her touch carried, it wasn't just him who wanted to feel it some more.

Which meant that he needed to get his scent on her.

It was far easier than he had imagined. All he had to do was tell her that he really needed a hug and she would soften in a second to have him in her hold and feeling her unconditional comfort. Her wings would hold him close and often act as a blanket of sorts.

Too many times they had woken up asleep against each other, far too comfortable to complain as he snuggled her feathers and she warmed in response to the physical touch.

Klaus had managed to convince her that sleeping beside each other was not damning and that she would still be welcomed back to heaven. He would never let her go to hell. Never.

The only problem for Klaus was that under no circumstances would she ever consider the possibility of sex if she were not bound to him.

The hybrid hadn't considered marriage since his days of being a mere human. However he could not help the yearn that his soul, body and mind held for her. It was not just a physical desire but an emotional and spiritual.

Weeks went by, Elijah, the wolves and Davina were still trying to find a way for Y/n to get home but Klaus desperately wanted her to stay forever.

He had been trying to teach her how to live in a human world. Simple things like riding a bike and playing card games. He would hide his amusement behind his smile when she got that competitive fire inside her which almost always resulted in the cards being thrown and the angel storming off only to return five minutes later apologising for expressing wrath to which he would dismiss.

"I promise you, my love, in no way is that wrath. You couldn't commit a sin if your tried to."

Y/n would smile and shyly request that maybe they wouldn't keep playing the game and perhaps move onto something else. Klaus wouldn't ever deny her wishes and so would find something knew.

At some point Jackson would come over and ruin Klaus's fun as he watches Y/n fly over to the dirty mutt and start asking a hundred questions about how he and the others were. Once Jackson finally left, Rebekah would turn up or Elijah and take Y/n's attention again. Klaus would get annoyed, jealous but he knew he couldn't get angry. He got violent when he was angry and that would definitely not sit well with the darling creature that owned his heart.

So he would wait for her to go do something before whisper arguing with his siblings to let him spend time with his girl.

"Oh? Your girl is she Nik?" Bekah teased and Klaus snapped his jaw shut.

"No I-"

"Angels don't really have genders actually" Y/n chirped as she floated back into the room and sat down between them, unaware of the tension.

"You have female anatomy?" Klaus wondered allowed and Rebekah's eyes went wide in disbelief as she spun her head to look at him and his face went red as he realised the words were spoken. Thankfully Y/n was clueless and innocent so hadn't a clue why they seemed to think it was inappropriate.

"I don't know? I have mammary glands? At least I do when on earth...they seem common amongst females..." She mumbled, brows furrowed.

"What do you mean...when you're on earth? Don't you have bre- mammary glands when you're at home in heaven?" Rebekah asked this time and Y/n nodded, a little confused.

"Beauty is different here...my quality is that I'm the embodiment of beauty, or at least that's what I'm told and so beauty is socially constructed and I would adapt to suit the times and place. Here is very different to home, there I look much different. Everyone is quite strange here." She explained, tone soft and the two originals began to realise quite how different things had become since their two worlds stopped colliding.

"Are humans pretty to you?" Bekah asked, unable to resist asking.

"I believe all things hold value and beauty" Y/n nodded vaguely, "Some human coverings are um...different though" she muttered and Klaus smiled.

"You mean clothing?" He asked and she nodded when he gestured to his henley.

"They're very tight" She whispered as though it might offend somebody and Klaus chuckled.

"I think you would have liked when women wore dresses" He smiled and she tilted her head, not really knowing what he meant as she had seen Rebekah in dresses which were tight.

"I'll show you, dear" Bekah told her, knowing the angel wouldn't have picked up on what was said. Y/n smiled and nodded, accepting Bex's hand and being pulled to the dressing room while Klaus sighed and whined that he was being left out again.

But it didn't really matter because at the end of the day she would be curled up to his chest, in his arms, in his bed whilst wearing his shirt. She was already his whether she knew it or not.

Sometimes whilst she slept he was trace the soft features of her face, wishing to feel her lips on his, to have her promise that she would always be his.

Klaus Mikaelson wanted to marry and angel.

It was both utterly unbelievable and completely understandable at the same time. Some were baffled by the idea whilst others prayed that he would and that it may finally settle piece over the factions.

He almost managed to ask her but her father got to earth just before he was able to.

The doors had flown off their hinges and everyone was flung from the centre of the room from the sheer force that Y/n's fathers wings emitted. It was clear from the pure power that bounced from the walls that he was highly ranked, a throne angel most likely.

Y/n flung herself into his chest and apologised relentlessly as he wrapped his arms and wings around her. "It's alright darling, we'll be home in no time and no harm will be able to come to you" He promised, but she shook her head.

"I wish to stay" She whispered and her fathers brows furrowed.

"It wasn't a request my sweet. You're coming home. Earth is not for us, not now and not ever again. You're very lucky you haven’t been hurt. People can be cruel. Has anyone seen your wings?" He was checking her arms and wings while he spoke.

"No-" She whined and brushed him off making his expression stern. His eyes blackened when Klaus appeared behind Y/n, trying to pull her to him but a barrier around her repelled his touch.

"Be gone devil-spawn" The man warned and Klaus growled while Y/n frowned.

"He's not a demon Dad. He's a hybrid and a very nice one." She defended and her father scoffed.

"Darling, he's manipulating you. He belongs to Lucifers magic. Not ours. He's a walking sin. You need to be home and cleaned." He stated, no room for questioning.

"No!" She cried, flapping her wings to escape his grip. "He's good!" She whimpered as she managed to get a hold of Klaus. He held her tight, unwilling to let go. Y/n's father underestimated his daughters power as she put her own force field bubble around her and Klaus, ensuring that they couldn't be separated.

The male angel went silent for a moment, gaze narrowing and realisation dawning.

"How could you?" He whispered, "You've found a mate in a vampire? A spawn of evil?" He questioned but he knew the answer and deep down Y/n had too. Rebekah watched in utter shock at the understanding of what had really happened.

"I love him" She whispered and Klaus felt his entire body melt to hers. He nuzzled into her neck, ignoring the words her father threw until Elijah was finally able to make some sort of deal.

Y/n wasn't allowed to have any sort of physical touch with and supernaturals whilst her father was in the room. She must sleep in her own bed. To start off she may only visit Earth once a month which did not last long. Heavens hierarchy made an exception for Y/n to go once a week because of her 'mate' situation. If an angel couldn't be with their mate then they would often fade away into an emptiness. Therefore on Saturdays her father would take her over and attempt to 'get to know' the originals before letting her stay on Sundays by herself so that she may have fun with Bex, Jackson and Elijah and snuggle with Niklaus.

It was strange really.

Klaus wouldn't have ever imagined himself to be the desperate one in a relationship but he was always wanting her. Always touching her and trying to kiss any part of skin he could before she would tell him that he was getting carried away and that they couldn't act upon lust.

It took far too long to get her father to speak with Klaus civilly. The angel knew that his little girl would marry the creature before him. Their souls would be bound and he would have to do everything in his power to make sure that the darkness that tainted Klaus's soul didn't damn his child's too. His daughter would not go to the Devils den just because of a bond. He would rather form a case to get Klaus into heaven than let his sweet girl go down to hell.

Klaus had to damn near beg to marry Y/n. But it was proven worth it when he was finally able to present her with a hand crafted ring. He knew that Y/n would not want a diamond, it promoted greed, envy and pride. The ring he had made was much more meaningful and spelled to keep her safe.

Sweet Y/n had been bouncing up and down, flying round the garden, tackling him to the ground and attacking him with softly little pecks to his neck and cheeks as she squealed and asked how her father ever agreed.

The ceremony was ridiculous.

Klaus had completely underestimated the amount of angels that would come in support and fascination.

Everyone, including Y/n's father was respectful and accepting of their souls entwining and applauded in celebration of their love.

That evening, after dancing for endless hours and conversing with mystical beings, Klaus finally got to lay his angel down and claim her.

His fingers unlaced her dress slowly, savouring the sight as the fabric slipped away from her skin. He gently guided her hair over her shoulder so he could see her bare back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, between her wings, before his lips followed suit, placing a series of kisses. Goosebumps arose against her skin making him smile and tentatively ran his tongue over them, revelling in the way she shivered and the gasp that she produced.

"I love you Y/n" He murmured softly as his hands encouraged her dress completely away from her figure so that he could slide his palms up her navel, moving round her so that he may cup her firm rounded breasts. A little moan left her as well as a slight sound of confusion. "It's alright darling" He whispered whilst kissing the back of her neck, "Does it feel good?" he questioned despite knowing the answer as he stroked the pads if her thumbs over her nipples.

"It does" She whimpered. With a shaky breath she turned over her shoulder to look at him as he caressed her. A smile adorned his face and a loving kiss was placed on her lips. Her eyes fell shut and she let him guide her. She was lifted and turned before delicately placed on her back before their lips detached.

Klaus's eyes lowered to the beautiful, white lace panties that hid her gorgeous core and matched her relaxed wings. His tongue darted to wet his lips when he took in the detail of the pretty frilly garter wrapped around her thigh. He looked back up to her eyes, tilting his head when he saw the nerves spread across her perfect face.

"I wasn't sure of the traditions anymore" She whispered, glancing down at herself, "Is it not right?" she questioned, her hand moving to pull the garter off but Klaus quickly took her hand in his.

"It's lovely, everything you do is without fault" He promised whilst leaning down to kiss her knee softly. "And this..." He gestured to the garter, "Is for me to take off sweetheart".

Y/n's breath got caught in her throat when his teeth captured the fabric and dragged it down her leg and away form her body entirely. He placed it on his bedside table before licking and nipping up her inner thighs, interchanging between left and right as he went. Her hands were unsure as they rested on her stomach awkwardly making Klaus smile to himself and guide her to hold onto his hair.

"You can do anything you want my love" He murmured, chuckling softly when she played with his curls.

Gentle petting changed to a pattern of tugs as his tongue pressed to her panties. The heat against her sensitive folds made her body arch and shudder before a sharp gasp left her when Klaus bit the fabric and tugged them off so his lips could press hot kisses to her glistening core. His tongue slide through her folds, tasting her addictive essence. She truly was sent from above.

A throaty groan left Klaus's throat as he encased her clit between his lips and sucked ever so gently. His hair was gripped tightly and her overwhelmed whimpers filled his senses.

"Klaus-" She whined, her body completely new to the sensations. Her wings stretched out across the bed and her legs were guided to do the same as the hybrid's mouth got to work.

His arms wrapped under her thighs, holding her hips up so his access was favourable. He licked, lapped, sucked and fucked her with his talented tongue until his face was face was dripping and tears of delight were stained down her cheeks.

Klaus panted as he wiped his mouth and chin sloppily; he lifted his head and pushed himself up into a kneeling position. His pupils dilated at the sight of his bride.

Her wings shifted to cover herself making the hybrid let out a breathy laugh as the feathers blocked his view. Her luscious hair stuck to her glowing skin as she tiredly pushed herself up and crawled toward him. Klaus smiled and wrapped his arms round her waist, under her wings and pulled her onto his lap.

Her face pressed to his chest only for her to pull away and look up at him "You're still in your suit" She whispered, her voice slightly rasped.

"You're tired." He murmured softly, smiling to her as he cupped her face and kissed her forehead sweetly. "We can continue in the morning my love"

"No..." She whined, guilt filling her. "You've been waiting for this night" She whispered, her hand rubbing his arm in a comforting gesture. Klaus wasn't sure where this restraint was coming from, in his head he would have fucked her in ten different positions by now but looking at her delicate face, her soft ethereal body and those loving, understanding eyes, he knew he would wait for the entirety of eternity for her if he had to.

"I don't want to hurt you" He uttered, stroking her face with his knuckles tentatively. "Rest" He urged but her head shook and her fingers plucked at his buttons so that she may feel the firmness of his chest beneath it and despite having restraint, he wouldn't go as far as physically stopping her.

Her touch was light against his skin as his shirt was slid down his arms and her face pressed to his abdomen, basking in his natural warmth. Her hands were nervous as they slowly undid his trousers, sweet girl didn't even know what she was looking at when he helped her remove the rest of his undergarments. Klaus knew she had no clue and couldn't help the smile on his face at her struggle.

"Don't panic darling" He encouraged. Gently he caressed her hands, slowly guiding them to his erect cock and telling her she could stop whenever she wanted to. Her hand wrapped round his thickness and he whispered weakly to her. "Thank you sweetheart" He muttered, "just gently stroke and I'll make an even bigger mess than you did" He teased breathlessly making her blush and follow his directions. Her grip slid up and down his length, her eyes lighting up when his moans and groans filled the room and built her confidence. "Good girl" He praised, his eyes drooping but he smiled when he heard her moan gently at his words. "Good girl" He repeated, a rougher edge to his voice as her hands stroked his faster and firmer.

"I want to do more" She whispered, tone bordering desperate "how do I do more?"

Klaus laughed softly before answering, "Can you use your pretty lips on me my love? No teeth, just tongue like I did" He murmured, squeezing his eyes shut when the heat of her mouth engulfed him. "Fuck, yes!" He gasped and her eyes went big.

"You mustn’t say that" She whispered and he nodded, apologising quietly while petting her head, hoping she wouldn't stop because of it. Slowly her head went back down and his went back.

His muscles tensed and relaxed as he stroked her head gently before sliding his hands across to her wings that would flex every now and then.

Her tongue was wrapped completely around his cock, sliding across his veins while her head moved up and down surprisingly enthusiastically. Klaus had never thought she would be an overly sexual creature given her being so pure for so long but in that moment he knew that they wouldn't be going a day without him being inside her.

She sucked him off beautifully, so wonderfully well that he almost had to second guess her innocence.

His fingers buried into her feathers, careful not to pull too harshly on them while his hips bucked up involuntarily. A muffled gag and strained moan left her and she looked up at him through her lashes. Klaus couldn't stop himself as he looked into her rounded eyes, his body stiffened and his lips parted as he came against the back of her mouth. Y/n made a sound of surprise and he quickly got his hands under her chin and pulled her away.

"Fuck, love I'm sorry" He whispered, gently cupping her face and grabbing the nearest blanket to wipe away the cum that painted her face. He cupped her cheek and kissed her lips. "I meant to pull out before..." He mumbled, annoyed with himself as he listened to her cough.

Once her breathing levelled she was able to look back up at him properly, he was worried for what she would say but she only smacked his arm lightly and shook her head. "Stop saying bad words!" she told him and he sighed, pulling her close and kissing her head repeatedly.

"I love you Y/n" He chuckled and she beamed back at him.

"I love you too" she smiled, squeezing his hand. Her wings stretched out before wrapping around them both, encasing their warmth and holding them together. Klaus gently rubbed his hand down her body, paying attention to her shape and gently caressing her waist up to her breasts. He squeezed them gently, leaning down to press his forehead to hers.

Her head tilted back and their lips pressed together while she relished in his touch. His hands glided down her hips and under her thighs, carefully lifting her up and lowering her down onto his lap. The head of his cock teased her entrance, slipping along her wetness. "I've got you darling" He whispered, guiding himself inside her.

Y/n whimpered softly and clenched her hands into fists causing her nails to dig into her palms. He gently gripped her hips firmly, guiding her to ride his cock whilst he thrust up to meet her body with a soft slap of their skin.

Her face pressed into his neck and her hot breath made his skin wet as she panted heavily. "Nik" She whispered and he groaned, his hips bucking abruptly faster.

"Talk to me darling" He murmured to her, stroking her skin soothingly. "Tell me what you need"

Y/n shuddered in his lap and clung onto him tightly, "I don't know" she whined, "just more"

Klaus smiled and chuckled. He kissed the top of her head before thrusting into her harder "Harder?" He offered with a smirk when she gasped, "Maybe deeper" The hybrid mumbled as he buried his cock into her so that it rubbed her cervix, "Or maybe you need it faster, hm?"

Y/n nodded and squeezed her knees against his hips. He spun her round quickly to press her winged back against the headboard so that he could thrust into her rougher. Klaus could feel his grip on her bruising her skin. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead as he felt her warm walls squeeze him beautifully.

Their bodies moved together in a heated passion, both heavily panting.

Klaus dropped his hand down to slide his fingers over her clit. Y/n's head went back, her wings tensing and her mouth opening in a silent scream as he grunted and pounded into her as deep as physically possible. Little veins scattered under his eyes and he quickly shook them away and kissed from her jaw to her lips, absorbing her moans and swallowing them for himself.

He pulled away with a groan as he felt her body tightening significantly around him and her nails impaling his arms. Her wings flexed out and for a moment he worried they would start to flap but they fell back down as her body arched further.

"Oh sweetheart" Klaus muttered, rubbing her clit vigorously and bucking his hips quickly. "Come on darling...cum for me" He whispered, nipping her neck and licking the smooth skin to sate something inside himself.

Y/n's eyes rolled back and a heavenly sound left her as she felt her orgasm shatter through her. Her head lulled forward to lean against him and her eyes closed as his warmth spread through her. Two large wings held them together as their bodies pressed together without anymore movement.

"I love you my darling" He whispered earnestly, wrapping his arms round her waist and resting his head against hers. She smiled in his hold and sighed softly.

"I can't wait to spend eternity with you...in life and death" She uttered and he grinned.

"I'm going to worship you every night and day whether we're on earth or in the heavens or even if we ever went to-"

"Don't say it" She whined and he chuckled softly

"Forgive me, my love, it seems that I've said a few too many bad words this evening. I'll have to make it up to you" He purred and she giggled.

"You can make it up tomorrow" She murmured with a yawn and he hummed whilst gently lifting her up and carefully pulling out of her. Her skin shone with a thin layer sweat and she shifted as he laid her down amongst the sheets.

"I'm going to clean you a little in a moment but in the morning we'll bathe and ill help you with those gorgeous wings of yours" He promised with a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you" She whispered, gazing at him with nothing but love.

As he wiped her skin clear, she thanked any and all versions of power for having her fall into the bayou that day, she thanked her father and the angels for allowing her marriage and she thanked the Mikaelsons for being the best family she could have wound up in.

[auroracalisto]

unimaginable

requested by @raveenasblog​: Hey can you do a elijah mikaelson x reader where she is sister of hailey and she and Elijah get married the same day as hailey and jackson... and later she finds out she is pregnant and Elijah is emotional because he always wanted a family of his own...

summary: as requested

pairing: elijah x reader, hayley x jackson

word count: 1k

warnings: nothing significant other than canon divergence and a female reader.  also, mentions of anxiety.  

author’s notes: can i just say that i am so so so sorry that it took me so long to write this?  it’s literally taken me weeks to fulfill this request and i feel so bad because of it.  but i really hope that this is up to your expectations.  again, i am so sorry :(

Not too long ago, Hayley had promised you that she was no longer in love with Elijah.  And now, you stood in front of a full length mirror, staring at yourself all dressed in white.  Hayley came over with a smile, holding a small blue clip in her hand.  

"Let me put this in your hair.  Something blue and something borrowed, yeah?"  Hayley pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.  She had yet to apply her makeup—wanting to do it herself, she almost sent the makeup artist away before you convinced her to make them stay.  

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back your smile.  You moved, letting Hayley put the clip somewhere that it would be hidden.  "I don't have anything for you to wear," you said, turning to face your sister.

She just smiled.  

You both looked beautiful; and the two of you were both significantly more nervous now that the minutes were finally ticking down.  

Hayley moved away to her makeup and she began to put it on.  

You looked back in the mirror, smoothing out your wedding dress.  Hayley's was beautiful.  You knew Jackson would fall even more in love with her the moment he spotted her.  You, on the other hand, felt more anxiety than you probably should have.  You were worried that Elijah would turn away.  Hayley mentioned cold feet—you just knew it wasn't that.  You were more worried that he would come to realize that he loved another.  

You smoothed a piece of hair down, closing your eyes.  You were careful not to squeeze them too tightly—your makeup had been finished for a couple of minutes now.  

When you opened them again, Hayley was by your side, looking at herself in the mirror.  Her eyes scanned over your body reflected in it and she turned to smile.  

"You look so beautiful," she gushed, taking a hold of your hands.  "If Elijah doesn't cry, I'll punch him."

"Please," you couldn't help but laugh.  "Let's not do that.  Not tonight."

Hayley's smile just widened and she moved to hug you.  "I'm so glad you said yes to doing this.  I... being able to witness your marriage and getting married is too exciting.  I never thought that this would have happened."

You smiled softly.  

"You look beautiful, Hayley.  Just so you know."

Hayley grinned.  "Thank you."  She took one last gaze in the mirror before taking your hand.  "Are you ready?"

You grinned.  "I'm not getting any younger."

Hayley rolled her eyes but led you out.  

You knew that Jackson and Hayley were getting married because of the ritual—while they clearly had feelings for each other, the main reason for their wedding was to protect their pack.  But you?  You knew you loved Elijah.  And you said yes, the moment the words left his lips.  

Hayley had been the one to suggest getting hitched at the same time.  Elijah wasn't too ecstatic about the idea, but you had planned on having a smaller ceremony a couple weeks after your honeymoon, so the two of you could have your own.  Now that, that was Elijah's idea.  You couldn't have been more excited to get married right alongside your sister.  However, now that you were almost there, anxiety was creeping up your spine.  You looked over at Hayley, who glanced back with a smile.  

"Are you ready?" she repeated.  

The two of you would walk down the aisle together.  Giving each other away to your significant others.  

You gave a small nod and Hayley opened the door.  

It was like time had stopped.  

Your heart pounded in your chest, blood rushing to your ears.  You began to blush, holding onto Hayley's arm even tighter than before.  The werewolves that had been there for Hayley sat off to one side.  You saw a couple of your friends, but other than that, your eyes were glued to Elijah, who just stared.  

You could have sworn you saw him tear up a bit, but that broke as soon as he smiled at you.  

As Hayley let go of your arm, you let go of hers.  She went to Jackson and you went to Elijah.  

—

Everything went swimmingly.  The wedding went well—you had hardly expected it to be so beautiful, let alone so calm.  There hadn't been a fight.  No one had argued.  It was... peaceful, and that was saying something.  

Your honeymoon was perfect.  Elijah, being the gentleman he always was, took you anywhere your heard desired.  And when he heard your doubts just moments before the wedding, he profusely contended that he loved you more than life itself.  He proved that, a couple of times, during those late nights.  

And now, here you were, staring down at a pregnancy test.  

Positive.

You didn't know how it was possible.  But you weren't about to object to this miracle.  

"Elijah?" you called from your bathroom, sinking to the floor.  Partly out of shock.  Your eyes stared down at the pink lines on the stick.  

Your husband came running as soon as he heard your call.  "[Your name]?"

He looked at you, a wave of confusion washed over him.  "What's wrong?"

You blinked a couple of times before you looked up at him, showing him the stick.  

He froze, just momentarily, before he sunk to his knees beside you.  He took the stick and stared at the pink lines, just as you had.  

"What..."

"Elijah..."

He looked up at you, and you couldn't help but choke back a laugh.  Tears cornered his eyes.  He couldn't believe it.  He threw his arms around your shoulders, bringing you into a tight hug.  

"I can't... how is this possible?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair.  You shook your head, knowing you had nothing to answer with.  You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.  

He placed a hand on your stomach and you laughed.  

"You probably won't feel anything quite yet, Elijah," you said, looking up at him.  

"Yes, yes," he grinned.  "I know.  But..."

You reached up a hand, wiping his tears away.  

"You're pregnant.  This... this is unimaginable.  Unheard of.  I..." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, unable to stop his smiles.  "I love you.  More than you know.  I cannot... I cannot wait to show you and this child what you both mean to me."

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Change of Fate

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Jackson Kenner x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson x Platonic!Reader, Mentions of Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

Request:  I have a request if you're up for it, and considering it's me you probably won't be surprised. Can I get a Jackson story where the reader is a tribrid who was turned by Klaus back in Mystic Falls (was a wolf/witch and Klaus turned her but she kept her powers) Klaus and the reader became really close friends (no sire bond) and he trusts her so when he finds out about the baby he calls her to come to NOLA to help so she comes. She meets Jackson and love and fluff ensue. Plus anything else you add❤ - @mrs-maximoff-kenner

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: A bit of angst, but I swear it has a bit of fluff towards the end. 

Author’s Note: Morgan I want to apologize that this has taken sooo long to write and post for you. And I know this isn’t as fluffy as you were probably hoping for, but I do hope it is to your liking. Happy reading

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A frustrated sigh passed Klaus's lips as he tossed the book he had been reading on the coffee table between him and Y/N. The thud that came from the book had been loud enough to cause a light echo to carry throughout the room. It caused an eyebrow to raise on Y/N's face as she watched him begin to pace the short distance in front of him. 

"Do I even want to know what has you on the brink of a murder spree?" Y/N asked, never taking his eyes on him. 

If anyone else had said something like that to him, Klaus would have snapped at her for the simple comment. Instead, she received a glare before he looked away from her. A scoff passed his lips as he shook his head. 

The two had only known each other for a handful of years. Yet they were close in many ways that Klaus couldn't even compare to him and his siblings. The start of this friendship isn't anywhere near being rainbows and sunshine either. It was more like heartbreak and death than anything else. 

After Klaus found out how to properly make hybrids, the L/N pack had been forced to become hybrids. Much like the other members of the pack, Y/N hated Klaus for numerous reasons. But one of them had been for a different reason altogether. 

Not only was Y/N a wolf, but she had ties to magic from her mother. And when Klaus forced her to become a hybrid, she had been afraid of losing that touch with her magic. Somewhere within the time of her dying and drinking the doppelganger's blood, the ancestors deemed her worthy to keep that hold on her magic. 

When she completed the transition, she had been the only one of the hybrids that turned without the sire bond being forced upon them. It made Y/N challenge Klaus several times in all things. And for a brief moment in time, Klaus had truly been afraid of the woman. 

Y/N had brought Klaus down to his knees during a match to become the Alpha of the pack. Klaus had believed she'd lose quickly, but that hadn't been the case. She had been on the verge of killing him when he offered her a truce. 

A truce that would keep her pack safe from any harm and how he would swear he'd never to use her or turn his back on her and the pack. While Klaus kept his word, it was her pack that ended up turning their backs on her, leading to their death. It left Y/N as the last remaining member of the pack. 

After Klaus left for New Orleans, Y/N had gone her own way leaving Mystic Falls in her rearview mirror just as he had. For the first time in her life, she had been free. Free from being tied down to a pack, tied to a coven, and even from being Klaus's right hand woman. And her time away had been spent enjoying herself on an adventure of rediscovering herself. 

Y/N had been across the world when she received Klaus's phone call. While she hadn't been surprised he had been reaching out to her, it was the fact that he was calling and not sending the occasional text to check in on her. And when she heard he needed help with not only one faction, but all three in order to bring his daughter home and keep her safe, Y/N dropped everything and left. 

She knew the secret that the Mikaelsons kept when it came to Hope. Klaus had trusted Y/N in many ways and when it came to the secret of Hope's life and helping to keep her safe, Y/N was the person he'd go to first. With the time for Hope to return approaching, Y/N knew that she needed to be there to help him. 

"I'm not sure if you haven't noticed, but I'm rather neck deep in countless people I would just love to murder as of right now." He noted as he looked over at her. "However that doesn't stop the enormous pain in my side that is this wedding and the potential threat that looms over it." 

The slightest mention of the wedding had Y/N's face fall. She knew how important it was to the Crescent wolves. She just wished she hadn't allowed her feelings to get entangled within it all. Attempting to cover up the slight hurt that formed, she quickly tried to change the subject. 

"Remind me again why I am here?" She asked with a small smirk pulling at her lips. When Klaus said nothing, the smirk grew. "Right, I'm here because you've asked me to come and help with not only making this city safe for Hope but also help out with your baby mama drama. Which I might add, has gone smoothly given that I've been able to keep the both of you from tearing into each other."

Another scoff passed Klaus's lips as he came to a stop right in front of her. "I do believe you came here to help me. I don't ever recall asking you to fall in love with a wolf while you are here. Though I must say that it sure does add quite the dramatics to our lives." 

His words made Y/N bite the inside of her cheek. So much for keeping the subject off of the wolves. Klaus hadn't been wrong in the slightest. Y/N never thought that in coming here she'd somehow mingle with the Crescents, let alone fall for their Alpha. 

Y/N was supposed to convince the wolves she'd help them instead of the witches. That she had the potential to find them the right spell that would help stop them from being vulnerable until the full moon. But that all changed when she started spending more time with Jackson. 

The more time she spent with Jackson when Hayley was out dealing with Mikaelson business, the more she felt welcomed by him and the pack. Sure she was a tribrid and most, if not all of the pack was scared of what she could do. Especially if she was considered Klaus's best friend. But it was Jackson who had shown her and them that she was more like them than anything else.

"Wouldn't my involvement still be considered a win for you?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She watched as his eyebrow raised before she continued. "You'd get the wolves on your side either way, right? You also wouldn't have to deal with your brother brooding on a daily basis since Hayley would be able to be with since it's clearly sparked something within him."

She was rambling at this point. She was trying to make everything make sense to her. How all of this would benefit the Mikaelsons more than anyone or anything else. It was one of the reasons she was called to New Orleans in the first place and she was helping in any way that she could. 

But why was it that once the words had left her mouth, she felt as though worry and guilt had weighed her down? That as much as she loved and cared for the Mikaelsons, there was a new found love that had her scared in ways that she couldn't believe herself. And part of her knew that while she was considered one of the most powerful beings on the earth, she was going to be the one broken at the end of this. 

Klaus could see the whiles turning in her mind long after she had stopped speaking. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. The action itself caused Y/N to look up at him and within her eyes, he could see how she was struggling with this.

"That can only work if he returns those feelings for you, love." He knew his words wouldn't make things anything better at that moment. But she needed to hear them from someone. He wasn't angry with her for wanting to be with Jackson. He wasn't angry that she was spending more time out in the bayou recently. But he knew how things were between Jackson and Hayley at the moment. "I have seen you many things, Y/N. I've seen the fire in your eyes when you are determined to have something. I've seen the kindness you've shown my family when you didn't need to. But this look," He said as he looked into her eyes. "this fear that you have won't go away until you make it known to him. Otherwise, come next week, it will be you and my brother standing off on the sidelines watching as the people you love get married."

Her chest tightened at his words. "What if everything falls apart when I do? This marriage is everything you need to keep Hope safe and here in New Orleans. Yes, I could easily offer myself as the replacement and the wolves would still be free. But what if I do tell him everything I feel and none of this works in your favor?"

Klaus sighed but allowed his hands to give a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her shoulders. "You truly have forgotten yourself in this. While your loyalty to my family has always been appreciated, it is your friendship that I value more. And as a friend, I prefer to have you be happy than worry about the mess that continuously finds a way into my life.” He let go of her shoulders and took a few steps away from her. “You aren’t alone in this heartache. I know my brother, he’ll go to her beforehand. I suggest you do the same.”

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The week leading up to the wedding, Y/N had plenty of time to tell Jackson her feelings. She had plenty of moments where they were laughing away to be able to open herself up and just to talk to him about it. But every time she had, her mind would shut down and refuse to give up the information she so much wanted to let out. 

And now, she was standing in front of the mirror adding to the last touches to her attire. The sounds of people talking in the distance as they waited for the wedding to begin. She could hear some of the words they were saying as she took a deep breath and looked at herself one last time in the mirror. When she could no longer make any more adjustments, she figured that was the queue to stop hiding away.

Y/N had every intention of keeping her feelings to herself and just allow things to go as Fate wanted them. However, when she took a step outside of her room, she found Elijah stepping out of his. And it was as their eyes landed on each other that they realized they were almost looking at a different version of themselves. 

Y/N had to look away and blink back the slight tears that wanted to form within her eyes. How similar they both must have felt as they left the comfort of their own rooms to come out for this. It wasn’t just hard for her to do. The way her heart tightened just proved that this felt like the end of things. 

When she looked back towards Elijah, he gave her a slight smile and nod of his head. A silent way of saying he understood what she was going through. And as he turned and began making his way down the hall, Y/N wasn’t sure if she could go through with watching Jackson get married if she didn’t at least say something. 

She could sit there and watch if afterwards he still chose Hayley. She could sit there and be happy for the both of them if this was what he really wanted. But she wouldn't know that sense of peace if she didn't get the heavy feeling off of her chest.

As she made her way down the stairs, the chatter coming from the guests grew louder in her ears. But it never muffled the sound of her heart beating within her chest. It was almost as loud as the thoughts that were playing through her mind. All of it was coming as a blur of emotions as she made her way towards the guest bedroom that Jackson was currently in. 

Coming to a stop in front of the door to the room had silenced it all. Her mind seemed clear as any other day that had passed. And as she looked at the door, she knew this was now or never. She could walk away and he’d never know or she could knock on the door and face the fears that built up within her.   

Y/N’s hand lifted as she moved to knock on the door. But every time her knuckles were about to hit the wood, she’d stop. She’d freeze with the nerves that were flowing through her body at what she was attempting to do. Part of her knew this was the right thing to do. Part of her knew that this was going to be the last chance she’ll have. 

I know my brother, he’ll go to her beforehand. I suggest you do the same.

Klaus’s words were supposed to be encouraging. And if Y/N had been honest with herself, they had encouraged her to attempt to talk to Jackson a few times, but the words never came out. But seeing Elijah and hearing Klaus’s words play on a loop in her head, it made her stand right where she was. She was to pour her heart out in a way that may be deemed unacceptable to many people and she no longer cared. So why was it so hard to let her knuckles hit the door?

Maybe it was the fear of rejection that she was going to be asking him to not get married. To not complete the rituals that would bound him and Hayley in order for the pack to become hybrids. She knew what she was going to be asking and even if it wasn’t fair, she needed to get it off of her chest. 

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand once more before letting her knuckles hit the door a few times. Her heart began to beat faster as the seconds passed. She ran her hand along her cheek, almost getting ready to turn and walk away when the door opened. 

“Y/N.” There was a hint of surprise in Jackson’s voice as he took her in. “Everything okay?”

For as much as the sight of Jackson should have calmed her rapidly beating heart, it didn’t. The normal comfort she had found within his presence was there, but the anxiety she felt in that moment wouldn’t leave. 

“I was hoping that we could talk?” She tried to keep her voice even, but even Jackson could pick up on the slight changes. 

“Yeah, come on in.” He said with a nod of his head as he moved aside to let her into the room.

As she walked in, she could see his suit jacket hanging off the changing wall. Her eyes quickly moved away from it as she walked further in. She could hear the way Jackson closed the door and hear his footsteps as he walked towards her. 

“Everything okay?” He asked as he watched her movements. 

In the time since he met Y/N, he’d never seen her like this. She’d be open and full of life, even if the worst things in life happened to her. In the way she carried herself, it was as if something was weighing her down. He could see that something was clearly wrong that made her hesitant to even begin to talk to him. 

Her ears easily picked up on Elijah’s footsteps not too far from there or the way the gentlest of knocks came moments later. If Elijah could bear his heart to the woman he loved to try and convince her not to go through with this wedding, she could do the same. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face him.

“I’m hoping that you’ll keep an open mind as I tell you something.” She bit down on the inside of her lips for a moment as her eyes landed on his. “It’s not easy for me to do this, especially today and I would never do it unless I thought it was absolutely necessary.”  

Worry filled Jackson as he took in her words. It wasn’t long before he was standing right in front of her after his feet started moving. "Is something happening? Whatever it is, you can tell me."

A weak chuckle passed her lips as she shook her head. "Talking to you any other day is so easy, I think that's what makes what I'm about to say so hard to get out." She watched as he tried to speak but she quickly continued. "Before coming to New Orleans, the only resemblance of family I had left was the Mikaelsons. It wasn't by choice in the beginning but we became close.”

She watched as Jackson’s eyes stayed on her as she began her thought process. If she could at least start somewhere, she could get to where she needed to be to be able to tell him her feelings. And if explaining the past she had was the way to start it, she’d hold onto that. 

Jackson had heard Y/N explain a few times about her time in Mystic Falls. He always listened to how she had been able to stand up to the Hybrid and made even the man who believed to be unkillable, fear for his life. For Y/N to even begin whatever it was she wanted to talk about with that story, Jackson knew it wasn’t easy for her. 

It was why he didn’t say anything when she stopped to catch her breath for a moment. It’s why he didn’t stop listening to her as she ran her hand along her face for a moment. Things he’d do with anyone else that asked him to listen. But something within him knew, whatever she’d say would change things. 

“And then coming here,” Y/N took a deep breath of air. Something to fill her lungs at the feeling of herself drowning in her emotions. “You made it seem so easy to be accepted. To be a part of this family that you’ve known your whole life. You made me feel cared for and loved in ways that I had never experienced before. Something that I never expected to come from being Klaus’ best friend. Yet you did. 

“Maybe I am stupid or I’ve read the signs wrong. But I’m hoping that you feel the same way when I say that you shouldn’t go through with this.” She watched as Jackson took a step towards her and she placed her hand up to stop him. To allow her to finish what she had to say before he did or said anything. “I understand that you need to do this for not only the pack, but to ensure that the woman you’ve grown to care for and her daughter are safe. But I want to be selfish for once, Jack. So I’m asking you not to do this. Don’t marry Hayley.”

Jackson ran his hand along his face as he took in the last of her words. Words that he never believed he’d get to hear her say. While he never said anything to anyone, he knew exactly how she felt. How he had felt that he found himself the more Y/N had been around. He was struggling in ways he never believed he would. 

Hayley was everything he needed to be able to unite the packs. A way to free them from not only the control of the witches, but from Klaus. Hayley was the person his parents believed would be a perfect match for him in doing so. Jackson believed that this was the smart and safe choice to make. 

But when it came to Y/N, he was different. He wasn’t so stressed about the world around him. Y/N may have been a tribrid, but they had a lot more in common than he and Hayley had. The two could laugh for hours if they were able to. It scared him when he caught the moments that he and Y/N were so much in sync. 

And in that very moment where his eyes landed on Y/N, his heart was being pulled in two different directions. Just as it had been for months as he struggled with it. A sigh passed his lips as he lifted his hand to reach out and grab her hand. His thoughts were unsure of what he’d say to her.

The second their hands clasped together, a spark ignited in between their hands forcing both of them to take a step back and forcefully pulling their hand away from the other. Their eyes instantly went to their hands. The slight welt on their skin evident that it happened. Before either of them could ask what happened, their eyes were quickly clouded as visions took over their sight. 

Laughter filled their ears as images of Y/N and Jackson chasing after each other in the Bayou. The stars in the night sky are the only source of light to light up their pathway through the trees they ran past. A sense of peace and love had washed over them as they continued to laugh and joke about a few things. 

A moment later, the laughing stopped and Y/N was alone. Her eyes quickly looked for Jackson as she moved through the trees. He had been there moments before and now, he was just gone. 

“Jack?” Y/N’s voice was filled with worry as she looked back into the trees behind her. 

She came to a stop as she turned back around looking for him. The pack’s laughter caught her ears as she walked a little faster. And when she came to a stop just at the edge of the woods, she found Jackson with Hayley. A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips even though hurt filled her.

Instead of joining the others, Y/N took one more look at everything before she turned and left through the woods. Acceptance of the decision flowing through her, but staying in New Orleans was no longer an option. Hope would be safe and the world would move on.

 But it seemed as though the moment she had gotten far enough away to no longer see or hear them without her enhanced senses, the screaming started. Part of her fought to go back. She was free, she didn’t need to return, but the other part needed to go back, to help. And when she ran back and reached the tree line once more, her heart shattered into a million pieces. 

Hayley had been hunched over a body as she cried out in sorrow. Blood covered her hands and arms as she tried shaking the person back to life. But nothing she did could get it to. Y/N didn’t have to see the person to know who it was. She didn’t have to see his face to know it was Jackson that was lying there. 

Y/N slowly walked over to Hayley’s side. “What happened?” 

Her voice was holding back the emotions that wanted to spill. The words were calm in comparison to the feelings and thoughts she had stirring within her. Her eyes had landed on the beaten and bloodied body of Jackson and while every part of her wanted to break down and kill whoever harmed him, she wasn’t the only one grieving him in that moment. 

“I couldn’t help protect him.”

The vision stopped just as quickly as it started. The woods that had been taking over their sight had been replaced with the familiar walls of the compound. The sounds of the night life and cries of grief coming from Hayley had been replaced by the subtle music and distant chattering that came from down the hall. 

Jackson blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted and landed on Y/N. He could see the tears that had been flowing down her cheeks as shock took over her facial expressions. The same shock that he was sure he was displaying as he tried to make sense of what they had just seen. 

He’d never experience anything like that before. He had been on the receiving end of a spell or two, but he’d never pulled into a vision like that. Especially one that told him too many things that he couldn’t get his head to wrap around. How much of it was something to take seriously and how much of it was to be interpreted in another way. 

“Did you-” He could even find the words that should have followed. What was he supposed to ask her? What was he supposed to say about the possibility of his impending death? Or how was he supposed to ask if she had purposely done this? And part of him knew that wasn’t the case. 

But when Y/N took a step back and shook her head as hurt began to form on her features, Jackson believed it even more that she hadn’t done this to them. She wouldn’t have been so shocked as she was if she already knew about the vision. This was something beyond either of their control. 

“No.” She said softly. “I didn’t. I-” She shook her head once more before she wiped the tears from her cheek. “I should go.” She said before turning and quickly leaving the room. 

“Y/N/N, wait.” Jackson said as he began following her out of the room. 

She could hear Jackson following her and calling out to her, but after everything she had just seen and heard, she wasn’t ready to face the visions that were forced upon them. The details of it all played on a loop in her mind that she just needed some air for her to breathe. And the moment he almost reached her, she let her enhanced speed carry her away into the night. 

_____

Y/N could have gone anywhere to try and clear her head. Bo no matter where she tried going, there was a part of her that knew none of the visions would make sense there. None of the places she went to would help her to understand the details she had seen. And if her magic was giving her more than the warning of Jackson’s death, she needed to be exactly where the vision ended. 

It was how she found herself out in the Bayou. The familiar woods surrounding her before it led to where the Crescents lived. Compared to many other times that she had walked through the area, it had been lively with music and talking as everyone spent time together. Now, it was silent with everyone over at the Mikaelson compound. 

The fire pit was long out from the night before, but no matter how many times Y/N looked at it, she could see the flames ablaze just as it was in the vision. And just a few feet away was where she found Hayley clinging on to Jackson’s body.  Y/N came to a stop in that very spot waiting for her magic to come alive as it had earlier. 

But nothing came. There were no new visions that followed. Even as he knelt down and touched the ground, allowing her to feel the dirt, there was nothing. Nothing that would tell her anything on how to possibly stop it. Or how it even happened for that matter. 

The longer she stayed in that spot, the more she felt defeated. Defeated by waiting so long to tell Jackson how she felt. Defeated on how the vision played out when she couldn’t give him the answers he was wanting to know. Defeated on how there was nothing else she could physically or magically do in that moment. 

Before she knew it, her body carried her over to the dock where she sat down and looked out. A sigh passed her lips as she brought herself to sit down on the dock. The sounds of the water calming to her even though her mind was racing in ways that she’d never be able to count. 

“Klaus wanted to come looking for you.” He said as he came to a stop beside her. “But he wasn’t sure where to look. Something told me besides familiarity, this is where you’d be.” 

There was a sinking feeling that filled Y/N as she took in his words. That she hadn’t been the only one replaying the vision over and over. Something that she had probably memorized by now with how many times her mind had conjured the images again and again.

But the one thing she hadn’t been expecting was for him to come looking for her. She had expected him to be back at the compound. She had expected to return later in the night with the party still going on. The longer she stayed out there, the more likely she would miss the festivities and crawl into the comfort of her bed. 

“Shouldn’t you be at your wedding reception?” She asked a moment later. Her eyes never left the view in front of her. They never took in any of the details of Jackson as he stood there beside her.

Jackson shook his head slightly before he began moving to sit beside her. He hadn’t missed the way she looked anywhere else but at him. He hadn’t missed the way she moved over a bit to give him the room to sit beside her and give him space. 

“We didn’t get married.” He said as he kept his attention on her. 

The words alone had caused Y/N to quickly look over at him. There was a look of surprise on her face. With how long she had been gone and for how long she had been there, she thought for sure Jackson and Hayley would have been married by now. 

When Y/N didn’t say anything, Jackson let out a small sigh. “When you came to talk to me, every part of me wanted to agree with you. To walk away from there and allow us to start our lives together because I felt the same way. I felt just as you did and I hated the thought of even hurting you in any way. But I couldn’t bring myself to back out of this marriage with Hayley. Not when it comes to our people and freeing them from anyone’s hold.” He watched as Y/N looked down at her hands before he continued. “And when I held your hand for the first time, we got that vision. One that scared me more than I care to admit.”

“I wasn’t expecting it either.” Y/N looked back up at him. “I tried coming here in hopes that I could find some way to either stop it or figure out how-” She shook her head not even wanting to think about the words that wanted to form. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about how Jackson could die, let alone when it could happen.

“After you left, which had caught a few people’s attention, Davina came and talked with me.” He watched as Y/N’s eyebrow raised. “I know, I was surprised with that as well. But apparently you let off some magical distress signal.”

Y/N had only ever done that one other time in her life. One other time where she had managed to send a distress signal while using her magic. It wasn’t something she controlled herself or even knew was there. But the first spell she had done as a Tribrid had taken a lot out of her and the witches that resided in Mystic Falls at the time knew all about it. 

To hear it happened again without knowing how or when she sent it off had added to the surprises she’d been receiving tonight. It was something that she knew she was going to have to look into more. Before she had brushed it off as accidentally channeling the others. But this time she hadn’t actively been doing a spell. 

“I didn’t even know I had done that.” She said with a nod of her head. “I’ve only ever done that once before and even then I didn’t know how I was doing it. But with what we saw, it wouldn’t be hard to believe that my emotions triggered it.”

Jackson nodded his head in agreement. “We both were caught off guard. I explained it as best as I could to Davina. Though the way her jaw seemed to drop was enough to tell me this wasn’t something to take lightly. Not that I ever thought it was.” A small chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head. “She told me I had a decision to make. I could do what was best for the pack and go through with the wedding. Or I could walk out of there and go find you. Have a full life that allows us to be happy without any regrets. That vision had given me everything I needed to understand both sides of it. It wasn’t you who had to do anything. It was all me. You just happened to help deliver the message.” 

Y/N swallowed down the lump that began to form in her throat. Earlier she had been willing to be selfish. She had been willing to just walk away with Jackson and live their lives without caring about anyone else. But the pack was important to him and Y/N knew that. 

“What about the pack?” She asked, watching his reaction. She needed to know if there were any tell signs that she had learned to see on him. She needed to know if this is really what he wanted. 

Jackson lifted his hand up slowly and ran his fingers along her cheek. “The pack will be okay. We’ve dealt with worse in the last few years. And after talking with them and possibly arguing a bit, they understand that there is someone that is not only willing to help them out with magic and protection, but hopefully some time in the future, they look forward to one hell of a unification ceremony.” 

For the first time that night, Y/N had smiled. A chuckle passed her lips as she did before she leaned into his touch a little more. While that wasn’t something she’d jump to right away, it was something she could easily picture between the two of them. And in time, she’d help to protect the pack from anything and everything they may need. 

“Maybe one day.” She gave a small smile before leaning in towards him. Jackson didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them and press his lips to hers. 

When their lips touched, another vision played through their minds. One that didn’t send a spark of fear through them or cause them to break away from each other. A confirmation that the vision they saw earlier was based on a choice. 

Unlike the one earlier, brief images quickly passed by. Images of Y/N and Jackson laughing and enjoying their life had been mixed in with how the pack had been thriving as the months passed. An older version of Hope in comparison to the infant they saw earlier had been standing beside Y/N as they practiced magic together with both of her parents watching close by. And as Y/N waved her hand during a spell, a glimpse of a golden band rested on her finger. Jackson stood off to the side with another pack member as he watched his wife with pride. 

But the one thing that filled the vision was the sense of peace that wasn’t there before. Peace that allowed the wolves to thrive in a way that hadn’t in centuries. A peace that not only affected the wolves, but the vampires and witches within New Orleans. 

Jackson pulled away from Y/N slightly, a smile pulling at his lips as the vision ended. “Yeah, I think we’ll be okay.”  Y/N rolled her eyes slightly, but there was a smile to match his before bringing her lips back to his. 

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I’ve been mulling around the idea and decided I wanted to open requests; however, I am setting up some boundaries to keep things interesting. In order to continue to grow as a writer, I want to try and capture the personalities of various characters who a) I haven’t seen a lot of writing for and b) I have never written for.

So, with that being said, below is a list of characters (all of whom I find ridiculously attractive, if I may say). Select one character and submit a request with that character’s name and one line or one song to be used to inspire a one shot.

This could totally flop, but I think it could be fun to write for some new men!

Without further ado, the characters are... 

John Smith - I Am Number Four

David Rice - Jumper

Jackson Kenner - The Originals

Ryan McCarthy - Never Back Down

Arthur - Inception

Matt Donovan - The Vampire Diaries

Fitzgerald Grant - Scandal

Tobias Eaton (Four) - Divergent

Happy Requesting!

Tags are Open

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"Pleased to meet you, Evelynn Kenner," Hope smiled. "I don't think a million is even close to all the questions I have, but I promise not to bombard you with every single one tonight. I was thinking we'd start with a round of shots, maybe some appetizers, and I'd pick your brain without going over the top. And feel free to trade off; you probably know a lot more about me than I know about you, but ask whatever you want to know. Let's start with...what's Jackson like as a dad?"

eve did her best to not outright laugh at the outstretched hand in front of her. she knew who she was, had heart all of her stories from their mother, and her picture showed in almost every room in her home back in her time and yet while she felt she did know hope better than some, she had never once met her-- that had been taken from her until this moment. "evelynn kenner." she introduced herself with a grin, taking her sister's hand in her own. "i bet you have about a million questions so feel free to throw them my way. or we could just have drinks and good food and talk about random shit. i'm down for that too. "

[crescentxhope]

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[hellotvshowtrash]

Life of Crime

Crime Boss!Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

TW: Mikaelson Crime Family AU, drug trafficking, the beginnings of human trafficking, murder, deceit, major character death, Elijah’s downward spiral.

Word count: 1.7k

This is my entry for the March 2021 prompt challenge!!! Reblog/like if you enjoyed!

Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Huge thank you to @dumble-daddy for being my beta for this. I really appreciate you ❤️

Thank you to @mikaelson-emma for letting me use your beautiful moodboard!!! It fits this fic perfectly imo ❤️

She sat nervously across from Elijah as he sipped his bourbon, his dark eyes boring through her as she agonized over the silence.

“That’s your plan?” He finally asked.

“Simple as that,” Y/N replied, shrugging. Her leg bounced as he processed the plan she’d given him, his eyes traveling to the window at the side of the room. She eyed the newspaper on his desk, headlined “Four More Girls Missing From The New Orleans Area”. Her stomach dropped.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘simple’ by any means. Dangerous, maybe.” His face was stoic as he thought it over. She moved her gaze to him and let it wander down his form, past the scar on his chin and down to the bruised knuckles that grasped his glass, the ring he wore on his middle finger shone as it caught the light. She recognized the Mikaelson Family crest engraved onto the silver as he set the glass down, distracting her from her thoughts about just what those hands could do and what they have done. “The Crescent Gang is small, but has proved to be a nuisance.”

Her eyes moved back up to him, skimming over his lips, back up to the dark umber of his eyes. He was watching her again, and she inhaled sharply as she realized he’d watched her scan him. The ghost of a smile passed over his lips before he sighed and pushed himself out of his chair, standing before her. She rose quickly out of respect for her employer.

“You’re my most trusted employee.” He began to walk around the desk and she turned her body to continue facing him. She stood with her hands at her sides, her face professionally blank as she nodded. He moved in front of her, the side of his leg pressing against the front of the desk. “And I trust you,” he traced his fingers up her arm, sending electrifying chills through her.

She swallowed roughly at the proximity—he was just in front of her now, and she could feel his breath on her face. He reached his hand up and cupped her cheek in his palm, gently pulling her in to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered shut and the rigidity in her spine fled as she melted into him, her arm stretched so she could intertwine her fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck. The other gripped onto his suit sleeve tightly.

He chuckled and pulled away. “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in. But more importantly, we’ll be rid of the Crescent Gang after this.” He took a step backward, pulling himself away from his lover.

She gulped and nodded, suddenly hesitant about the whole ordeal. “I’ll get prepared,” she said, turning to exit his office. He watched her walk away, taking a swig of his bourbon as she exited.

Once she was far enough down the hall from him, she checked over her shoulder and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and held the ringer to her ear. She waited to hear the female voice answer with a “Did he agree?”.

“The plan is a go,” she muttered into the phone as tears stung in her eyes. She hung up and made her way to the rendezvous point.

—

Elijah waltzed into the docking area, his fingers toying with the ring occupying his middle finger. He whistled lightly as his footsteps echoed through the chambers. He thought of the plan Y/N had told him, exhausted every option that could go wrong and he could think of no holes in her precariously prepared idea. He had all the confidence in the world in her. He shook his head as his thoughts drifted to her, her eyes, her hair, her body - no, he had more important things to think about right now. He turned past the next shipping container and found two figures standing, waiting for his arrival.

“Finally you show up,” the woman quipped. She stood tall and proud, fists at her side. She had prominent cheekbones, dark hair and her fierce eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner. She wore a leather jacket and dark jeans, with boots rising to her mid-calf. Quite the looker, Elijah thought. Beside her stood a taller man, with tousled dark hair and a matching beard, wearing a green flannel shirt, jeans and steel-toed boots.

“Hayley and Jackson, I presume?” Elijah asked, nonchalantly. He let his hands fall to his sides, tucking them into his pockets. His pristine suit and hair threw them off, he presented himself so well, they never would have guessed the mess that lay inside.

“Obviously,” the woman rolled her eyes and the man looked at her and put his hand out.

“Calm down, Hayley. Elijah, we just want to talk.” Jackson said, taking a step toward Elijah.

Elijah smiled stiffly. “Fine. Let’s talk,” he said, “You’ve been interfering with my business,” he pursed his lips.

“We just want in. You’re taking over the entire trade.” Jackson said.

“Drug smuggling is not a joint operation,” Elijah snapped. “If you want ‘in’ as you say, you come in under my employ, not by trying to compete,” he chuckled dryly.

“We don’t want to be employed by you, we’ve seen how quickly you’re willing to turn on your employees, your own family,” Hayley interjected, “You didn’t want to compete for head of household, so you got rid of your older brother Finn.”

Elijah glared at her, “He had no idea what he was getting into, the business was rightfully mine anyway,” he snarled. Elijah was losing his carefully crafted composure, quickly. How could they have known about Finn? “It’s not like my father was doing us any favours, either, leaving the company to him.” He was running his mouth and this would not end well for him.

Hayley looked at him in horror, “Did you kill your own father, as well?” she asked.

Elijah was beginning to crumble as his mind circled back to Y/N’s plan. She must be waiting for just the right time. He tried to bring his composure back, running a hand through his finely gelled hair, causing strands to fall loose. He plastered a pleasant smile on his face. “Why would you think that? My father died of natural causes. Not that I need to prove anything to you,” he said calmly. Hayley’s face remained horrified, while Jackson shook his head slightly.

“You’re an even bigger monster than I took you for,” Jackson said. The words echoed through the docking area, bouncing off of the walls of giant storage containers. Y/N listened from behind a container, hidden from sight. A tear fell down her cheek. The man she loved was surely using her to expand his own empire—nothing and no one would get in his way. She peered around the container, seeing Elijah’s back to her. Hayley and Jackson were starting to falter, they hadn’t expected such a revelation.

Elijah’s eyes and grin widened, quite frankly scaring Hayley. “You don’t even know half of it,” Elijah said quietly. He seethed at the two before him. They didn’t know him, they didn’t know the extent of what he would do, what he had done for his family, for his business. “The Mikaelson business is only just beginning.”

Jackson took another step toward Elijah, holding his hand up to try to calm him down. Elijah chuckled at the attempt. “Don’t try me, Mr. Kenner.” Jackson stopped in his tracks at the use of his surname. His eyes darkened as he looked at Elijah. “Don’t think I don’t know all about your daughter, Hope, is it?” Elijah snickered at their scared faces, his threat lingering underneath his words. Y/N shook her head, she couldn’t bear to let this continue any longer.

She stepped out from behind the shipping container, raising her pistol to Elijah’s back and firing a shot into his left shoulder, causing him to grunt and pivot, turning to face her. Shock covered his face as he saw her, his eyebrows furrowing. Before he had time to ask any questions, she fired another shot into his abdomen.

A sob broke free from her lips as the red stain blossomed on his white undershirt, his hands cradling the wound as he fell backward. He gasped for air as pain engulfed him and he wondered if this is how Finn felt. Hurt. Betrayed. Confused. Y/N lowered her weapon and rushed toward him, tears staining her cheeks as she watched him pale.

“Why?” he croaked, his voice already fading. She lowered herself to her knees next to him as she sobbed.

“Those girls. They’re missing because of you. Trafficked and for what? More money? As if you need it,” she growled through her tears. The man before her was different, horrible and inhuman, changed from the man she knew. He smiled humourlessly and she gulped, wiping her face as she looked down at him. “You were right. My plan was to get you killed.”

His body shook as he exhaled his last breath, his eyes glossing over. She clenched her jaw and stood from him turning to look at Hayley and Jackson. They nodded at her. She turned and walked away from the body of her lover.

—

The Mikaelson Family business came crashing down as all of the siblings died mysterious deaths. Elijah was murdered in a warehouse by the riverbanks of the Mississippi. Klaus was unlucky and ‘choked’ on his dinner while out entertaining business partners. Kol was involved in a mugging gone wrong and Rebekah mysteriously died in her sleep. Freya’s body was found hanging in the attic of the Mikaelson Estate.

Law enforcement wasn’t asking questions about these deaths, though. Police Chief Gerard saw this as a great favour to the city of New Orleans as the missing girls began to come home to their families. Jackson and Hayley hugged Hope a bit tighter that night. Y/N drank herself into a stupor at Rousseau’s, which she assumed would also be closing up shop for good as it was a known point of contact for the Mikaelson drug trade. The ‘gang’ known as the Crescent Wolves were revealed to be a movement for trafficking survivors, helping free those in need across the country, holding fundraisers and rides for awareness.

Y/N attended the funerals for all the Mikaelson siblings, not in mourning but in closure. The family that unleashed hell on her city got what they deserved.

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Taglist: @elijahs-wife @dumble-daddy @alwaysfangirlingish @akshi8278 @nikmikaelsonswife @njeancastro316 @mikaelson-emma

Elijah, Kol and Klaus only: @malfoys-demigod

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Marvel/TVDu One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IT9FK0N

by klausswhor3

I am definitely not the best at writing stories or one-shots but I wanna try. So this will be a place where I will be writing one-shots of fictional characters and actors. The list is very long. The only fictional characters I will be writing for are from “The Vampire Diaries”, “The Originals”, “Marvel”, and maybe “Legacies” But for legacies I am not sure. I will probably not accept requests at this moment because I am just starting and I am trying to figure things out for myself and my stories.

This are for gay male readers but anybody is welcomed.

Words: 413, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert, Alaric Saltzman, Tyler Lockwood, Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John, Malachai "Kai" Parker, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Lucien Castle, Josh Rosza, Jackson Kenner, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Vision (Marvel)

Relationships: Klaus Mikaelson/Damon Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert/Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson/Damon Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert/Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert/Damon Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert/Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert/Elijah Mikaelson, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Klaus Mikaelson/Stefan Salvatore

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