#claire holt x reader

[hyperactivewhore]

Hot take: Rebekah and Bonnie should have ended up with a girl

[annilovesbexx]

Soooo, I finally did it skhdhskak!!!!!

AO3 link: I would trade eternity for tonight

Word count: chapter 1/??

Pairing: Rebekah Mikaelson/Reader

Tags: Slow Burn, Teasing, Protective Rebekah Mikaelson, Self-Hatred, Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Consensual, Explicit Sexual Content, LGBTQ Themes, Death Threats, Dysfunctional Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, BAMF Rebekah Mikaelson, Mystery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Synopsis

Rebekah Mikaelson made a deal with a witch.

After her brother, Klaus, finds out about her part in summoning Mikael to kill him in Mystic Falls, he vows to see Rebekah meet the same fate. And she knows he will, Klaus never fails to keep his promises.

Then she finds a witch. Or a witch finds her. She who looks more like some kind of entity Rebekah has never encountered in her thousand years of life. And promises she is able to make a deal Rebekah would never have believed under different circumstances.

Guarantee her one desire, the erasure of the unhinged event from Klaus' and everyone else's mind, during one whole year in exchange for the witch taking possession of the nexus vorti that would come from Rebekah’s inevitable death.

One year in which Rebekah could live freely, as she desired.

To be honest, her only desire was to be a normal girl, for once. For last.

Or, Rebekah’s final wish is to live her High School dream with an epic love and you just happen to be, begrudgingly, in the autumn ball committee.

There are already 10 chapters ready for me to post and I'm so excited

[fuckyeahclaudiablack]

her.

Shoutout to characters that are both genuinely deeply kind and also genuinely terrifying and willing to spill buckets worth of blood to get something done. And neither of these are an act, they're just both very true.

[zorosleftmantit101]

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Character: Koby x Moon witch reader 

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED THIS IS A SHORT SNIPPET OF THE PIECE I AM CURRENTLY WRITING.

Clair de Lune, meaning moonlight, was a song written and composed by French composer Claude Debussy.

C/W: Fluff, Spelling Mistakes,  

Word count: Wip

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The Moon sat proudly in the sky, bathing the navy boat in a milky glow. Your name was Y/N L/N, and you were a child of the Moon. 

Your mother Clair was a Moon witch who lived among the stars. When you were born, you were blessed with the Kiss of moonlight, given to Moon beings alike. You opted to travel the world below rather than stay and swim among the stars. 

You sat on the railing of the ship, your ethereal white dress draped lazily over your body, your hair flowing, almost as if it was underwater. 

"Wow holy shit" A voice called from behind you. 

You whipped your head to be met with a patrol officer he had curly locks of red hair and freckles gracing his checks 'Sun kisses' you thought serenely to yourself. 

"H-how did you get on the ship, who are you- What are you" words tumbled out of his mouth as a smile graced your face. 

"The moon looks very pretty from here don't you think?" you asked watching the boy look slightly taken aback by your nonchalantness. 

"I- uhh I suppose so" His eyes drifted up to the moon, walking closer to the railing. 

You turned your head to look at the boy, his eyes were focused on the ocean. 

"Your a lot calmer than the other navy men i've met so far" you stated watching his eyes drift from the water to you.

"I suppose this means you do this often" he smiled. 

You felt so utterly warm around this boy his peach cheeks puffing up as he smiled. 

'It's not often you find someone who's blessed by the sun that does not relize they're blessed by the sun, silly boy may the stars guide him back to the daylight' you thought bringing a hand up angelically to twist one of his curls. "Your hair is a very pretty coulor is it natural?" you asked as if you were not a complete stranger invading a navy ship. 

His cheeks were dusted pink "Uhh yes, I get it from my mother, hers is a lot brighter than mine though" he said a gorgeous smile painting his face. 

Smiling too the two of you turned back to watch the moon. 

Such a peaceful moment two souls watching the moon, everything always seems so much more peaceful beneath the eternal glow of the Clair de Lune. 

"Hey Charlie, it's time to switch shifts HOLT SHIT!" A tall lanky officer rounded the corner, black wavey hair curled around his face and a large pointed nose sculpting his features. "INTRUDER, SOMEONE GET SMOKER OR TASHIGI" he hollered hoisting his gun up and pointing it towards you. 

Standing from the ledge you walked off floating just above the railing. Playfully pinching Charlie's cheek you smiled sadly at having to leave. "Until we meet again Mon ami" You drifted off the railing before whisping yourself back to the dimension of stars. 

In reality, you were still floating above the exact same railing you were just standing, just in a different plane of existence that could not be seen by the human eye. 

Think of it like a filter when you moved behind the filter the unblessed eye can not see you even if you have not actually gone anywhere, they can not hear you nor can they touch you but they might be able to feel your presence if they are adept in their skills. 

More guards poured onto the deck racked with sleep. mixes of 

'what's going on out here and 

'why the fuck are we awake.' 

The guard lowered his gun, "where the fuck did she go" he growled. 

You hated the irritability of humans, if only they could just learn to as some might say chill the fuck out~. 

You had no want to stay and watch the events as you left to wander the constellations back to the moon. Your mother.

"Hello darling have a nice night?" she sang her voice echoing in your ears. Your mother sat placing new stars in the sky. 

"I met a sun blessed soul" you whispered floating cross-legged. 

"oooh exciting" she cooed her navy blue dress floating around her body as her platinum-white glowing hair cascaded past her knees. 

"I'm just about done with this new constellation next time you're up here tell me if it looks alright" she quipped placing the last star in the sky. 

"Of course mama, well I'm off now, I might be gone for a while," you said kissing your mum on the cheek.

"okay darling be safe," she chuckled as you walked down the trails of moon trickling back onto the ocean. 

[6rookie-writer0110]

Can you do a actor and singer male reader x yandere Hailee Steinfeld x yandere Sabrina Carpenter x yandere Claire Holt and they get jealous of how his fans are so they bring him up to their shared room and tell him to breed them so they can have his kids and they start calling him daddy and asking if they been good girls

Damn 😳 ok

[zepskies]

Hi Zep, I hope you’re doing well! Your stories have brought me so much joy lately and I wanted to say thank you because they’ve inspired me to start writing again myself. I just posted the first chapter of a Supernatural x The Originals crossover called “Out Of This World” on my sideblog @tofics - it’d be an honor if you could maybe check it out. You don’t have to publish this ask at all, I don’t want this to be an ad for my fic, I’d just really love your opinion on my writing because I admire yours so much and I imagine your feedback would be extremely helpful. If you’re not interested or don’t have the time for it - don’t worry! That’s totally okay. I just figured I’d ask and mostly just say thank you for having inspired me to go back to writing 🥰 Have a great day/night 🫶🏼

Hey there, lovely!

First off, thank you I am doing well, and I hope you are too. I'm so glad that you've been enjoying my stories -- amazing that they've inspired you to write again!! 🤩

So I've never seen the Originals or Vampire Diaries, but I did a quick Wiki read of the Originals plot/characters (side note: I've loved Phoebe Tonkin and Claire Holt since the H20 days of my childhood 😂).

I took a quick peek at chapter 1 of your story Out of This World, and while some of the plot elements I probably won't get since I haven't seen the Originals, it looks like most of it will take place in SPN world?

Also intrigued by the pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester. I'm wondering (hoping) if she ultimately ends up with Dean...

Anyway, you've been incredibly kind, and I'm going to set aside some time and read the full chapter tonight, then get back to you with some comments. 😘💜

[niobe-loreley]

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xii}

oooooh another chapter in less than an hour? *tries to mesmerize you*

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Addtionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warning: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION is in the ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 11 should be out of the blueprints Chapter 12 is this right here

word count: 3k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

It’s been a week since you’re dating Erick. 

But three weeks ago, if you're more honest, you thought you’d be dating Court.

Why is that?— Oh, maybe because he asked if you were in a relationship. You answered truthfully, and even flung the question back to him. If that wasn't a gigantic sign to ask someone out, you don't know what it was. 

For two weeks, you have waited for him to ask you out. But, as God said when Wuntch tried to sneak past the gates into heaven, “It ain’t happening, honey”—rebuked by Captain Raymond Jacob Holt of the 99 Brooklyn precinct.

Even so, you’ve contemplated on being the one to take the first step and ask him out. Your nerves unfortunately tear your vocal chords to shreds; whenever you think you have the courage to ask Court out, you’re losing your voice as though Ursula wants it to scare off any colorful sea creatures.

Your little inner selves are warning you, telling you to be sure first before producing stupidity into something tangible. So you decide to wait it out, look for definite signs that Court is authentically interested in you, and—

Nothing happens.

Apparently, you’re only positively daydreaming. You think you’re that lucky to have a foreign guy become interested in you? Stop, please, you’re killing your muscle fibers— they’re laughing too much.

If your own ethnicity has always had trouble finding you attractive, what more for people of other ethnicities?

Here you go again, degrading yourself like a terror professor. Stop it— you're sexy and you know it.

Erick certainly believes it as he periodically murmurs how sexy you are during sex earlier. You regard his open-mouthed sleeping face, wondering how he doesn't snore, and softly run a hand through his hair. Something— someone else flashes in your eyes, making you see that you're not combing Erick's hair.

Dirty blond locks instead of black bend to your gentle will. You carefully retract your hand, gaze at Erick guiltily, and quietly knock the back of your head on the headboard of his bed. For some reason (there's no point hiding it), during intercourse with Erick, your mind occasionally imagines that Court is in Erick's place.

When you soothe a hand up and down his arm, you vividly feel Court's arm instead of Erick's. It has been practically a month, yet your mind still replays that moment you and Court had in their kitchen as though it happened yesterday.

You recall his scar and wonder if Court has any more that he will let you venture.

An exasperated sigh blows out your lips, like a single storm cloud wafting angrily to rain on everyone's parade. Here you are in bed with a guy who's definitely interested, and you're musing over somebody else who probably isn't.

Talk about being a shitty person.

"Why weren't you two here last week?" you inquire, unable to keep it in your molars any longer.

Claire and Court didn't show up for their Monday breakfast, and Friday and Saturday dinners. She mentioned that they may add it to their more dinner nights and breakfast at the cafe. You shouldn't have assumed it'll be written in stone, now you're reddening as the father-daughter duo exchange unreadable looks.

Maybe you shouldn't have asked.

"Busy preparing for homeschool," says Claire.

"Oh, yeah? When are you going to start?" you grin excitedly.

She grimaces. "Next week, actually."

"Damn, time flies fast!" you exclaim with a laugh, "It seems like yesterday you two were first-time customers in the cafe."

Claire snaps her fingers. "I remember we played UNO Flip then. We haven't played that since."

"That's true.. how about instead of a movie night tonight, we'll have a game night?" you suggest with a toothy grin.

"We can do alternating events— game night this Friday, and then movie night on the next!" Claire claps her hands enthusiastically.

The two of you regard Court, who has been quietly finishing his meal. "(Y/N) may be busy," he states without looking and drinks his water.

You blink. "No, I'm not—"

"Well, I am." he curtly says.

"You are?" Claire heaves a brow.

"Company project needs to be done tomorrow morning." he begins wiping his mouth and hands, sliding out of the booth, he's careful not to be in your proximity. He looks at Claire, "Let's go?"

She glances down at her empty plate. "We haven't had dessert yet."

"Two slices of strawberry shortcake to go, please." Court whisks away to the counter.

"O-Okay," you glance at Claire, who shrugs in response, and you follow Court, trying to catch his eyes as he keeps his gaze down.

When you outstretch the paper bag to him, you keep your hold on it before Court can take it. "Are you alright?" you inquire before he can say anything.

He is astonished, yet he replies nonchalantly. "Yeah."

You tighten your jaw. "Are we alright?" you press, brows knotting worriedly.

It nearly takes him a moment to answer. ".. Yeah, why wouldn't we be?" says Court, offering a small smile.

"Right," you murmur dubiously.

Reluctantly releasing the paper bag, you look straight into Court’s eyes and spot a flicker of emotion. But you can’t name it, and he turns away before you can scrutinize him further. Court strolls ahead to exit the cafe, while Claire trails behind with you. "See you next week, (N/N)." she waves with a toothy smile.

You hold the door open for her. "Yeah, see you." you manage a bright smile, even though it feels dejected.

Once Claire has climbed in the SUV, you give the father-daughter duo one last wave before returning inside the cafe.

"Why are you being a dickwad?" Claire immediately (verbally) pounces on Court.

He glares at her. "You're grounded," and carefully drives out of the parking lot.

"Seriously? That's what you're coming up with?" she questions, scoffing. "Court, it's the two of us against the world.. tell me why you're being a dickwad to the only person who'll ever be good to us."

"How are you sure (Y/N) is good?" he demands, knuckles blanching white as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "We don't know anything about her, she's as much a stranger as everyone else. She doesn't even know who we really are—" he pauses to sharply glance at Claire, "—How are you sure she won't pick money over us? Or her real family and friends over us?"

Claire is seething. "How is (Y/N) a stranger when each of us have our own late night talks with her?!"

Court shortly glances at her in shock.

She mirthlessly laughs. "Oh, yeah, buddy.. I know— way before she even mentioned it. The bedroom doors still have gaps, I've eavesdropped on some of your conversations. She also mentioned that you haven't walkie-talked to her for the past weeks. She's worried.. agitated, even.”

An imaginary elephant stomps on his chest, bruising his skin, cracking his ribs, and flattening his every organ. He doesn’t deserve your concern.

Claire breathes in and out, turning to the road ahead. “Look, I don't know who (Y/N) will pick, but it certainly won't be money. You know that as well as I do,” she pauses to regard Court. “So why are you being shitty to her?"

The blinker chirps periodically when Court signals that he’ll be making a right turn. He carefully rests the SUV by a vacant spot on the curb, pulls up the parking brake, and clenches his jaw. 

“Court, it’s the two of us against the world.. tell me why you're being a dickwad to the only person who'll ever be good to us.”

Keeping secrets from the only family he has is kind of pompous and shitty.

Expelling a hefty sigh, he starts to open up. "I'm avoiding her—"

Claire snorts. "No shit."

"—for my own sake."

Her eyebrows leap in astonishment.

He shortly closes his eyes when he soothes his forehead. "Every time she's at arms-length, all I think about is kidnapping her. Stealing her away from that guy— from the world. Telling her who I am.. who we are.” he glances at Claire with a sadly amused smirk, “That way, it’s the three of us against the world.”

Claire remains silent, either she’s letting him continue or she doesn’t have anything to say. It’s both.

“She just lays her eyes on me and my self-control slips like sand through my fingers,” Court releases his grip on the steering wheel, gazing at his rough appendages. “I don't think I'll be able to hold back any longer if she keeps nearing me."

"Oh, damn..” Claire breathes out, “Oh, damn… Oh, damn, Six! I didn't think you were in love!"

He regards her, both flabbergasted and discombobulated. Then he fully processes her words and flares like a red stoplight. "I wouldn't call it that,” he stammers, “I'm just—"

"Oh, yeah? Just what?" she questions, snickering.

"Just…” he trails off, glancing out the window, he notices his faint reflection morphing. It’s not him looking back at himself, it’s you. Every memory he has of you starts streaking across the glass like a fast-paced, slow-motion movie. The most recent images he has of you is you in the arms of the guy you’re dating and the way you looked at him earlier when you asked if the two of you were alright.

The two of you— we.

Him, her; I, you— us.

You have already considered him in your life. 

You’re at the door, opening it halfway, not wanting to overwhelm him too much and letting it be his decision to enter. Do you know what you’re doing already? Or is it still your subconscious taking the wheel?— Because either way, you’re letting him into your world, willing to let him have a piece of your life, and willing to know more about him.

Court sighs as he faces forward, scratching the side of his head, he shrugs. “I just think I like her more than I've allowed myself to like another person."

Claire stares at him, until she suddenly smacks him on the arm. “Ow! The hell was that for?!” he shrieks, bewildered.

She strikes him again, this time with a toothy grin. “I never pegged you as someone who can say such poetic words,” she coos, “You make Shakespeare run for his money.”

“Well, Shakespeare is overrated.”

“I dare you tweet that.”

Larceny.

Arson.

Attempted murder.

Necrophilia.

You're listing things that you're certain are reasons why Court is avoiding you. What happened last week is already enough proof, and you've hundred percent confirmed it during this week's Monday breakfast and Friday dinner.

He doesn't look you in the eye.

He's rigid whenever you're in close proximity with him.

His responses are always clipped when talking to you.

And he still hasn't engaged in the weekly late night talks with you through the walkie-talkie.

Other than illegal activities that you certainly do not engage in, you’ve been thinking and listing how you’ve been behaving around the father-daughter duo.

Did you say something explicit with Kiara at earshot?

Were you being racist without realizing?

Are you smothering them uncomfortably with hospitality?

You let out a cry, distressed voice bouncing from the bathroom’s ceiling to floor, seeping into the walls. You’ve just served the father-daughter duo their meals and decide to wallow in your anxiety in the staff bathroom. Because you might not be able to stop yourself from asking Court why he’s avoiding you. It’d be embarrassing if that isn’t the case.

But what if it is?— The next question would be: what have you done to make him avoid you?

Muro raps on the door. “(N/N)? Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just..!” you pause, “Feeling some cramps, you know, I might get my period tonight instead of next week.”

“Need any pads?”

“You have some?”

“NO— Mindy does.”

“Are you sure they’re not yours?”

“Bahala ka nga d’yan!” you hear Muro storming off.

You laugh and holler. “Sorry na!”

Standing in front of the mirror, you exchange nods with your reflection before you exit the bathroom. Just be cool. No matter how Court acts, just be your everyday waitress self.

"How's dinner?" you quirkily step up to their booth.

"Magnifique!" Claire exclaims, "I didn't think vinegar and soy sauce would go absolutely well together."

"Adobo certainly is magic," you wink at her and glance over to Court, who's silently finishing his meal. You clap your hands together, "Right, since dinner looks almost done.. would you two care for dessert?"

"We'll have our desserts to go, please." Court says without looking at you.

"Got another one of those hefty company projects, huh?" you reply, as though you’re knowledgeable about gruesome corporate deadlines.

"That's right."

You tighten your jaw when you feel the bubbling anger in your throat. However, the resistance does not pull on the reins of your exasperation. "We're out of strawberry shortcake today. Do you need the menu to choose for other desserts?" you ask, eyes and tone as sharp as the knives in Mindy's kitchen.

The father-daughter duo notices your edge and regards you in astonishment. This is the first time in a while since Court looked at you properly. Pro tip for anyone handling Court in the near future: vividly express your annoyance if he’s ignoring you.

You give him a bright, tight-lipped smile. “I’m asking so that I can immediately prepare the takeout and you won’t have to waste your energy going to the counter.”

“No, it’s fi—”

“Great! I’ll be back with the menu in five minutes,” you chirpily cut him off and sashay away to the counter.

Claire shares a look with Court before she frowns at him. “If I haven’t said this was gonna bite you in the ass, then I’ll say it now,” she pauses to clear her throat, pressing her palms together like she’s praying, she taps her fingertips to her lips and points her praying hands to him. “This was gonna bite you in the ass.”

“I don’t understand what she has to be mad about,” Court scoffs, stabbing the last piece of meat on his plate, biting it off the fork like a caveman.

“Seriously? You’ve been reducing contact with her, henceforth she’s mad.”—Claire waits for any realization on Court’s face, and when there’s none, she continues—“And she’s mad because.. she cares.”

Court ceases his chewing.

She gives him a look. “.. About you,” and sighs. “She cares about you, Six.”

He gulps, glancing over to you, he settles his gaze on the table. “Well, that’s not good for any of us.”

Claire quietly explodes. “How is that not—?!”

“Are you forgetting our quality of life, Claire Fitzroy?” Court sharply interjects, glowering. “We let anyone in, there’s a high chance they die. That may not have happened yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m up for testing the theory.”

The way he ends his argument indicates that there’s no leeway for a rebuttal. Claire hasn’t really come up with a counter yet. She watches as Court rigidly finishes his plate: face tight, shoulders squared, and anger oozing from him like sweat out of pores.

“Maraming salamat po! Sana nabusog po kayo sa aming cafe!” you beam at the group of customers departing from the vicinity, “Ingat kayo para makabalik kayo ulit dito!”

Thank you very much! I hope you all became full from our cafe! Be careful so that you can return here!

Claire watches you clear out the table that the customers used, catching you vaguely hum a funky tune. You appear quite content with your life. With that swing of your hips and a bounce in your step, you look like you can take on the world. She notices Court furtively glimpsing at you in her peripheral vision and recalls his words from last week.

“Every time she's at arms-length, all I think about is kidnapping her. Stealing her away from that guy— from the world. Telling her who I am.. who we are… That way, it’s the three of us against the world.”

She then connects it with Court’s recent statements. Her face brightens with cognizant, smiling stupidly yet sadly, she begins finishing her meal.

“At least you confirmed that you care about her, too.” she nonchalantly declares.

“What?” Court regards her quizzically, “I didn’t—”

She noisily sips on her drink. “Directly said so? True.”

"I don't c—"

"Now, we both know you'll be lying if you continue that sentence."

"... Whatever," he scoffs.

Shit.. you're really mad at him. Enraged, even.

Another week has passed, marking it to be a month since you dated Erick. And during their cafe breakfast and dinners, you've reciprocated a much colder demeanor than he could ever conjure. You're only genuinely smiling at Claire, dropping it whenever you lay eyes on him, as though he's that kid who's always stealing other kids' juicebox in preschool. Your sentences are razor-sharp despite being up to 3 words long. You've been keeping your distance, always in close proximity with Claire, evading him like he has a viral infection.

Court did not expect that two could play this game. And he’s on a losing streak right off the bat when you joined.

He also did not expect how it’s more painful to have you ignoring him. However, this rift makes it easier to sledgehammer the relationship you two have been building.

So why is it that he’s currently driving out of the house, with Claire asleep and buckled in the backseat, and with the intent of reconstructing his friendship with you?

‘Friends..’ his inner self scoffs derisively.

‘Better than nothing,’ he replies as fast as a gunshot.

One of the guards slides the gate outwards and salutes to Court as he drives out of the subdivision. He halts the SUV, glancing from left to right, and shortly watches as a motorcycle gently swings off the highway. The rider honks thrice and they stop right beside the SUV.

Court’s eyes widen when they take off the helmet.

A/N: is it just me or this chapter feels like a rollercoaster? HAHAHAH i am absolutely reeling after revising this

Follow the map to Chapter 13, it'll reveal the location in the near future.. AND THERE IT IS

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Who I write for

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66 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

Tik Tok / the simpsons inspired incorrect quote

Y/n : are you kidding me only babies and ex - junkies are afraid of needles. Stick me chuckles

(bruce injects y/n)

(starts crying)

Y/n : can I have my bucky now

Bucky : I'm right here doll

88 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

hi can you do headcanons about joseph morgan having a crush on you?

Joseph Morgan Headcanon

(not my gif credit to the owner)

How Joseph would react to having a crush on you :

At first he would start to deny it and saying "you're just a friend"

He then would start realising you are not just a friend because Gillies pointed it out that he was staring a lot

He would always try to strike up a conversation with you to find out how to impress you

But what he didn't know is that y/n had a crush on him

In interviews with the cast he would always try sitting next to her and whisper in her ear

Months go by and he finally has the courage to ask you on a date

Let's be real he'll be a complete gentleman and bring you flowers, pull out your chair, pay for dinner, open your doors and ask if he can kiss you

You try to keep your relationship a secret from the public but the cast already knew and Claire accidentally outs the relationship in a interview

Some fans are happy about it because Joseph is happy and smiling more

Others are hateful but you both don't care

Example of what he post

See the full post

98 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#2

you can write headcanons about marrying or being married to joseph morgan (i love this man)

(not my gif credit to the creator)

Marrying Joseph Morgan would include :

Him loving you with his whole mind, body, heart and soul

Having a great relationship with Gillies, Holt, Tonkin and the rest of the cast

Scaring him at random times of the day

Helping him back Danielle Rose Russell when she was getting bullied for her weight

Spending time with Summer Fontana on set

Attending Comic Con and panels for support

Hugs at random times of the day from both of you

Helping him with his anxiety and him with yours (this only includes of you have anxiety or even if you don't)

Him being caring when on your period

Cuddles and lots of it

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Not a request but for my own sanity I'm posting this because it has been in my mind for weeks now

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

P. S. If you want to see more of these. Please send me an ask with the celebrity you want and the face claim and a little description of what you want to see

Face claim - Madison Beer

Scenario - photoshoots and simping

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[jadewritings]

Rebekah Mikaelson • Claire Holt Series

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[plvtoandmoon]

Hiii! If requests are open could you write a fic or headcanons or rebekah being jealous p :))

thank you so much for the request! <3

jealous rebekah mikaelson headcanons

TW: rebekah being a sexy ass motherfuck who is also a jealous little shit

-neck kisses

-she literally can not keep her hands off of you

-always needs reassurance

-can't take her hands off you

-silent treatment for an hour or so until she gives up and smothers you in kisses

-"i don't like them"

-"you don't like anyone"

-doesn't mind you wearing revealing clothing but if she sees anyone looking she will give you her jacket

-constantly tries to make you blush

-and succeeds

-soft touches, NECK KISSES, whispers *wink wink*

-makes up excuses to have you all to herself

-will take you home and lay on top of you, burry her face in your neck and whisper how you are hers and no one else

-when she can't take you away she will wrap her arms around your waist and rest her head on your shoulder/head

-and if that doesn't work she will full-on makeout with you in front of the person

-would ask you to wear a fake wedding / promise ring while going out to bars

-will glare at anyone who comes too close

-if you're dancing with someone else she will look directly at you with a smirk on her face as she plans what she will do to you later

-will kiss or fuck you senseless after you mention a past relationship

[moremaybank]

OMMMMG the Rebekah headcanons were perfect! And yes, if you could and are still up for it, could you do some yandere Rebekah headcanons? 🥰♥️

yandere rebekah mikaelson headcanons

warnings: slight sexual content (mentions fem. oral sex & implied smut), some foul language

rebekah masterlist

love hasn't always been easy for our bex

so many past relationships have burned her and she also has a huge fear of being alone

so she can't help it when she gets jealous or possessive over you

let's set the scene here

you two are at the club for a girl's night out

you're enjoying bottomless drinks & the company of your gorgeous girlfriend

you start to feel the music, grinding your body against rebekah's as you dance

her hands find your hips and you're in your own little world together

and then she sees him

the handsome young man that had been eyeing the two of you ever since you stepped onto the dance floor

"one second, dearest. i have to deal with something"

and you're following after her asking her to ignore him so you two can enjoy your night

"rebekah, don't. he's just drunk"

rebekah reaches the handsome stranger

"hey there beautiful, how would you feel about me joining you and your girlfriend so we can turn this twosome into a threesome?"

...really? 2022 and that was the best he could do?

rebekah turns to give you a pointed look

"yeah, okay. go ahead"

you barely get the words out before he's in a chokehold against the wall and her hand is through his chest

he had it coming

anyways

yandere rebekah always has a hand on you when you two are out in public because she needs the world to know that you belong to her & only her

if you try to mess that up?

good

fucking

luck

private fashion shows because she doesn't need anyone in the store to see how good you look

private, private, fashion shows in the dressing rooms ;)

one day you're at the mall and you see a cute top

they're all out of your size because the girl in front of you took the last one

when rebekah catches wind of that...whoo chile

"you're going to give my girl that shirt right now or else i'm going to rip your head off that pretty little neck"

"really, it's fine. you don't have to give me the shirt"

"yes, actually, she does"

*cue the crossed arms, cocked-out hip and signature attitude-filled rebekah stare*

her brothers constantly flirt with you in an attempt to bug rebekah

ok it's just kol & klaus but what else do you expect from them?

on her extra jealous days she brings you home, ties you up and reminds you who you belong to

you're easily screaming her name 5 minutes in but that's not the point

her eating you out in front of a mirror while she tells you how gorgeous you are

"look at you, sweetheart. look at yourself while i taste you. see how pretty you are?"

kissing you deeply when others are admiring you from afar

she lowkey compelled all of your exes to forget that they've had you because she knows how perfect you are and she's not losing you to a human imbecile

her showering you with the best of everything because your exes ain't nothin' compared to her

and she will make that known

having her protect you no matter what the consequences might be

she doesn't care, as long as you're safe

doing everything she can to make you happy (even if it means everyone around you is miserable)

gloating to her brothers that she's found someone who loves her and how they aren't gonna be able to do a damn thing about it this time

being the light for her when she has to deal with such dark things in her day-to-day life

she would move heaven and earth for you because you are her everything

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a/n: thank you so much for the compliment, love! i hope you enjoy this headcanon as much as the last

[annywayne]

Lorraine Stan (OC) & Oliver Queen

[klarolic]

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[bellarkeselection]

Hi! 👋. Could you do a Klaus imagine where the Reader is living with the Mikaelsons for a long time, Reader and Klaus like each other but doesn't express it to each other, but all the other Mikaelsons know that they like each other. So Rebekah sets them up on a surprise date ( Rebekah and the Reader are best friends) . The Reader is a vampire. Thank you for writing. I love ur fics ❤❤

Hidden Expresses

Entering the Mikaelson compound I feel eyes staring at me so I glanced over my shoulder seeing Klaus eyeing me before he drank some beer from a glass. A smirk on his lips seeing me looking his direction. "Close your mouth love. You might droll on that shirt." He spoke pulling me from my gaze, as I felt my cheeks staring to turn red so I spun around so he could only see my back again. For the past few years I've been living with the Mikaelson family in New Orleans. When I was turned into a vampire by my best friend Rebekah after a werewolf bite me I soon realized I couldn't resist my feelings for a certain Mikaelson anymore.

Klaus sips from his glass watching you go upstairs to your room never looking back at him. It drives him completely mad that you didn't change when you became a vampire, all of who you used to be was there. The girl he fell in love with, hopelessly in love with. "You know you'd actually get somewhere if you stopped eyeballing her and instead told her how you felt Nik." Rebekah entered the room making him role his eyes. "It's safer if she doesn't know little sister." He replied leaving the room. Rebekah put her hands on her hips getting annoyed with the two of you. Elijah and Kol were the same way. The two of you just wouldn't admit that you like each other.

Someone knocks on my door and I called out reading the Twilight series and finding barely anything in common with real vampires in this book. Rebekah stepped in my room opening my closet and pulling out a dress. "Y/n, we're going out tonight." She tossed me the orange dress and I slowly changed into it. "Bex why are we going out exactly?" I asked as we walked down the street with the moon above our heads. After walking for a little bit we ended up out at the bayou seeing a table with food and drinks for two on it. Footsteps approach in the distance so I spun on my heels showing my fangs only to see Klaus wearing a dress shirt and pants, confusion written on his face. Why is he here. Rebekah what are you doing.

"Little sister what have you tricked us into?" He asked stepping closer towards us his blue eyes flickered from me to my best friend. "You two are being infuriating with the looks at each other. The rest of us can't take all the hidden romance. So you're going to have this date and deal with your problem or I'll shove a dagger in your back Nik." She huffed throwing her arms up before vampiing off into the woods. I tried to not stare at the hybrid before me but failed only to see him eyeing me up and down before holding out an open hand. "Shall we, Y/n." Putting my hand in his he helps me sit down then goes to his seat staring at me. "I can't believe Bex's cooked up this crazy plan. I mean like a date in the middle of the woods." I blurted out seeing him raise a brow at me. "Are you saying you wouldn't have agreed if say I'd asked you?"

Tilting my head down I feel my cheeks get red even though vampires can't really do that. "No I didn't mean it - of course I would've if you - I like you - uh." I couldn't form a damn sentence and he chuckled shacking his head with a smile. "I'm just teasing, love. I must say though I'm not annoyed by your company. It's actually rare for you be exactly the same girl you were when you were human." Taking a sip from my glass I tasted some fancy wine staring into those blue eyes. "Nik, don't laugh or call me stupid for saying this but - before I was turned I had a small crush on you and now it's grown bigger..." I slowly admitted spinning my daylight ring on my finger waiting for his response.

He gets to his feet walking over to my side of the table pulling me to my feet and at this point I expect him to laugh or run at me just confessing my feelings. But instead he cupped my face in his hands leaning down kissing me and I gasped remembering the times I would dream this would happen and now it's for real. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him back playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He tugs me forward to his chest wrapping his arms around my waist. We broke the kiss even though we didn't need air for me to see a smile on his face as he whispered resting his forehead onto mine. "I love you too, Y/n with all my heart. If you wouldn’t mind I'd like to make up for lost time." I stuttered out lightly blushing. "What about Bex she'll come looking?" He shakes his head lifting me up into his arms vamping us into an old cabin that is obandin now. "She won't find us out here and if she does I'm sure she'll be thrilled." He breaths out laying me on a bed after removing his shirt kissing me once more. My hands tangled themselves in his hair deepening the kiss thinking in my head, thank you Rebekah.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[nolaimagines]

Forgotten

Hey can you do another neglect Mikaelson but different one like the she is the first born child Of Klaus and powerful witch who’s the Mikaelson enemy. And the Mikaelson don’t give her attention or anything basically focus on hope she leaves them and years later their looking for her only to see her married and has kids and is pregnant. The Mikaelson tries to earn her trust but one day hope tries to talk to her and end ups getting. Hurt and the readers husband yells them to stay away from her

I am going to attempt to write this from your point of view (hope that’s okay)

I totally got carried away with this...it is a bit long

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“Hello?” You shouted out as you stepped into the home.

“Your dad has gone out, Elijah is god knows where, Rebekah…again no idea. And well I’m here…tired from the baby and bored.” Hayley explained as she walked down the stairs.

You groaned, “I’ve been calling them all day and it’s like I don’t exist…” you threw yourself on the sofa but quickly regretted it as you winced.

“What’s wrong?” Hayley sat beside you.

“Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.” You breathed through the pain, as you got comfortable.

Hayley rolled her eyes, “Fine, have it your way.” She sat on the couch opposite you and threw the control your way.

You sighed, switching on the tv before silently chanting a spell to heal your wound before your family could pretend as if they care.

Your father was the great original hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson, son of Esther and her love but Mikael was left with the burden of raising him. Your mother was a powerful witch who Klaus had close relation with and soon came along you. Your mother’s bloodline was part of the greatest witch bloodline there was beside Esther’s. You were powerful and everyone knew better than to mess with you, and to make it worse, you were a Mikaelson. When you were young, your parents fought constantly, becoming quick enemies, fighting over you. But it led to you watching your mother die at the hands of Klaus Mikaelson. He didn’t kill her, but it was his actions that lead to her death. Yet you still stayed by your father’s side. He didn’t care much for you; you were a living and breathing reminder of your mother, and he hated it. He didn’t care if you lived or died. The only reason you are with them is because your Uncle Elijah comes up with some poetic speech that family is power. You didn’t feel like family. You were used for your magic and power. Whether you were caught in the crossfire, injured or nearly dead, it was your own problem to save yourself. No one cared much for you.

“Y/N!” your dad yelled your name through the house.

You rolled your eyes, and continued to watch the tv, pretending it was interesting.

“Y/N, why is it you choose to ignore me? I am your father, you dare to ignore me!”

“What could you possibly need from me? Go ask one of your witchy friends to perform a spell.” You groaned, sitting up and walking out.

Klaus grabbed your arm, pulling you back, “You will do as I say. You live under my roof, you will go by my rules.”

You shook your head, “Well I guess It’s time for me to move out then isn’t it. I won’t be such a burden to any of you anymore.”

“Y/N…” Hayley started but you cut her off.

“Hayley, I suggest you get out of here while you can. Take the baby and start somewhere new.” You pulled your arm out of Klaus’ grip and walked upstairs. Klaus rushed to you, pinning you to the wall.

“You dare threaten me.”

You snickered, “I haven’t threatened you…yet. I said I am moving out. I won’t be in the way.” You motioned your hand, sending Klaus flying across to the other side of the house, “Ooops.”

You grabbed a bag, packing the essentials before hopping into your car and driving off.

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“Gracie, you be careful on those swings! Mind you don’t kick anyone!” You called out to your 6-year-old daughter as she ran to the swings with her sister.

You sat down on the bench, and sighed in tiredness, rubbing your pregnant belly.

“Okay mummy!” You daughter shouted back, taking her sister’s hand helping her onto the swing.

You watched your daughters on the swing, before something, or someone rather caught your eye behind her. Klaus. Your dad. You frowned, and blinked. He was gone. Were you seeing things or had your father found you? You shivered. Is this how it was when Mikael was hunting your Dad?

You shook your head, before sipping your water, and taking out the snack bags for the kids, “Gracie! Hannah! Come and eat your snacks and drink some juice please!” Thank god the park was quiet. It was so much easier to keep an eye on your daughters.  

It had been 8 years since you had left your so called ‘family’ behind and found a new one. Your new family, who loved you and cared for you. You missed your real family, but what was there to miss? You met your Husband, Harry, 6 months after you left New Orleans and things moved pretty quickly after. He was already aware of the supernatural world, despite being human himself. He accepted who you were with open arms and loved you all the same. He made you feel new, and beautiful, and loved. You weren’t alone, and he made sure you knew that. Two years later, here you were married, with 6-year-old twin daughters, and pregnant again with a boy. You unfortunately suffered a miscarriage due to a bad fall a few years ago and struggled to get pregnant after, so this was a miracle, but you were happy. Really happy.

Gracie and Hannah sat either side of you, thanking you for the snacks as they sat and ate quietly.

“Mommy, can me and Hannah watch a movie tonight?” Gracie looked up at you, her brown eyes shining.

“Of course you can. Are the snacks okay? Would you like anything else?”

Both girls shook their heads, “Right then, shall we head home then? Hold each others hands, and stay close to me please darlings.”

Hannah and Grace held hands, as Grace took your hand as you walked to the car to make your way home.

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Back home, Harry had dinner ready on the table, “I assumed you’d be back around this time, so I had dinner ready.” He kissed you softly, but deepened it, “I missed you today. How are you?”

You returned the kiss, smiling before tucking the kids in for their dinner, “I missed you too. I’m okay. Feeling more tired than usual.” You rubbed your belly, “He’s a little more active today.”

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind, softly rubbing your belly, “I can’t wait to meet our little boy.” Your husband kissed your neck before whispering, “Now please hurry up and be born so that your Mummy and I can do more baby making.”

You laughed softly and turned around and kissed your husband deeply. He groaned into the kiss before pulling away and smiling, “Now why don’t you sit down and rest. I’ll bring our dinners.”

You could feel your heart melt. What did you do to deserve such a loving husband? You held your tears back as you sat yourself down, “Thank you, my love.”

You tucked Gracie and Hannah in their beds, before closing the door softly and going to your shared bedroom. You changed into your pyjamas.

“Do I look fat?” You joked, as you looked in the mirror at your pregnant tummy.

Harry looked up, and scrunched up his nose, “In all honesty…you have put on a few pounds…”

You gasped, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, “I thought you loved me!”

He laughed, catching the pillow and throwing it back on the floor, “I do, very much my darling. You could put on a thousand pounds, and I will still love you.”

You sat down beside him covering your legs with the duvet, “I…I have something to tell you. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy but something weird happened today…”

Harry sat up and looked at you concerned, “What is it? Are you hurt?”

“No, no. When I took the girls to the park today…they were on the swings playing…I thought I saw my Dad…Klaus at the park.” Your voice was shaky. You didn’t know how you really felt about the possibility of seeing your Dad again after all these years.

Harry sat in silence for a second, “Did he say anything? What happened?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I saw him standing there at the park, alone. I blinked, he was gone.”

Harry sighed, “If he does come back, and he does want to talk then that is up to you whether you give him that chance. If he dares lay a hand on you, I won’t hesitate to hurt him.”

You smiled softly. Harry was trained as a vampire hunter so he could defend himself…to a certain extent, “I just don’t want him hurting you or the girls…family isn’t his strongest point.” You sigh, “I don’t know how I feel about seeing him again.”

Harry nodded, “I can’t imagine how you feel, Y/N. I wish there was something I could do. But either way? You have me, and you have a family here. We aren’t leaving your side.”

You nodded and laid down, “I love you, so much.”

Harry kissed your forehead, wrapping his arm around you, “Now sleep, my love.”

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*doorbell rings continuously*

You groaned, throwing off the covers, and making your way downstairs. The smell of pancakes filled your nose, and you hummed to yourself. Who is ruining your morning of pancakes?

“Hello…” Harry’s voice faded out.

“Hello Harry. I think you may be able to help me and my family. I’m looking for Y/N.” A British accent echoed through the house.

You gripped the bannister of the stairs before taking a deep breath and joining Harry at the door, “I’m sorry, but the person you’re looking for isn’t here.” You replied, before noticing that not only had Klaus turned up, the rest of the family came with him including Hayley and some random girl. You squinted at the girl…much to your surprise the miracle baby survived. She looked about…what 16?

Klaus’ eyes turned toward you, eyebrows raising in shock as he scanned your body and saw your baby bump.

“Y/N…we need to talk.” Your Dad’s expression was almost human.

“Mommy! Who is at the door?” Grace called for you as she ran towards you with her sister behind her.

“Who are you?” Hannah looked up at your dad, wrapping her arms around Harry’s leg.

“Um…girls go to your room please.” You kneeled down to your daughters, “Mommy has to do something.”

The girls glanced at Klaus again before going upstairs, calmly.

You sighed and stood up, “What do you want exactly?”

“Who said we want anything? Am I not allowed to visit my daughter?” Klaus replied.

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to speak. The amount of emotions running through you right now was uncontrollable, and to top it off you were pregnant.

“Well you better come inside before you cause a scene. One wrong move and I throw you all out.” You sighed, moving to the side and nodding slightly to Harry.

Harry looked back at you before glaring at Klaus, “You may come in.”

You set down the tray with drinks and sat beside Harry.

“So why are you here? How did you find me?” You asked.

“A few witchy spells and well easy as pie.” Elijah replied, taking a sip of his tea.

“I assume that was you, Hope? You’d need to be a powerful witch and well a New Orleans witch is not powerful enough to break my protection spells.” You looked at Hope, “Glad to see you inherited your mother’s brains.

“Yes, that was Hope, who don’t forget, is your younger sister. Have you told your husband about her? About us?” Klaus looked at you.

“Yes, unfortunately I did. Again, I ask, why are you here?” You were becoming fed up with repeating yourself.

“We need your help.” Hope spoke up, “We need help defeating the Hallow. We…I accidently awoke this Hallow and well it’s sort of buried itself inside me.” Hope explained.

You felt your breathing increase, your heart rate shot up, “The hallow? Have you any idea what you’ve done? And you dare bring it here? To my home? Why do you expect me to help you? Any of you?” You glared at your father, “You hate me because I remind you of my mother. You’ve ignored me since the day she died. All of you have. You don’t bother to talk to me for 8 years. And here you are, in my home asking me for help.”

Hayley stood up, “Listen, we are all at fault here. We are all in the wrong here, but all our lives are at stake here. This thing, this hallow will consume my daughter whole, your sister. She hasn’t done anything wrong so please don’t use your anger that you have against us, against her.”

You sighed, knowing Hayley had a valid point. You looked at your ‘family’.

“Y/N, I can only apologise for how I have been since your mother died. What I did is unforgivable, but I would like to made amends if it is possible, if you will give me that chance.” Klaus got up and walked over to you.

You stayed silent, a thousand thoughts whizzing through your head. What were you supposed to do? Saying yes to helping them meant putting your family in danger, saying no meant putting your long lost sister in unreasonable danger.

You sighed, “I’ll help. But I swear, if any of my family get hurt…you will regret it.”

“Thank you, love.” Klaus gave you a small smile.

Hayley smiled, “Thank you, Y/N, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

You nodded, “Well, don’t thank me yet, we haven’t destroyed the Hallow just yet.”

“So when are you due?” She motioned towards your bump.

“I’m currently 7 months so not long to go.” You smiled at your bump.

“And you have twin girls?” She asked, smiling.

You nodded, “Yes, Hannah and Grace.”

“May I ask, why the long age gap?” Elijah set his glass down, sitting back in the chair now the serious talk was over.

“Uh…” You sighed, looking at Harry for some comfort.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N suffered a miscarriage a few years back from a bad fall and since then we’ve struggled so this baby…is our miracle.”

The room fell silent.

“I am so sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt…that must have been awful.” Hayley wiped her eyes before the tears fell.

You nodded, “It’s okay.”

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You sat on your knees and flipped through the pages of your mother’s grimoire. You sighed, rubbing your belly.

“Come on little guy, not today.” You spoke to your unborn son.

“Do you need my help?” Hope came and sat beside you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. This isn’t something that get’s written down. It was locked away and now it’s out. The only chance we have is someone who has encountered it before…and what are the chances of that.” You smirked as you came across the page full of details on the Hallow, “Thank you mother.”

You sighed, scanning the pages looking for a way to destroy the Hallow, “So it needs somewhere to live…with nothing to feed off, no energy, no other living thing with it…” you trailed off.

Hope sighed, “So why did you leave?”

You looked up, “Why did I leave? Our dad ignored me for years. My mother died as a consequence of his actions and he didn’t care. Since that day, he’s pretended as if I don’t exist. Really, I should have left earlier but I didn’t. Our Uncle Elijah has a way with words, you’ll find. But one day, I had enough. Klaus kept using me for my magic and didn’t care if I lived or died. So I left. But your mum is right, my anger isn’t towards you-“

“Exactly, it isn’t towards me, yet you left me alone. I had no one for so long. And all of a sudden I find out I have an older sister somewhere in this world!” Hope stood up, pacing around the room.

You got up, “Hope, calm down. Don’t you see? You weren’t even bought up knowing about me! You found out later in your life. I was completely irrelevant.”

“Oh, so this is about you now? I have this thing inside of me and it’s still about you!” Hope raised her voice, breathing heavily.

“Hope, control yourself.” Klaus appeared at the door with Harry behind him. Harry’s face was full of fear.

You studied hope, it was almost as if she had a blue glow around her, “Hope, breath. You have the Hallow inside of you. You can’t let it control you.”

Hope growled, “Don’t tell me what to do!” She drew her hands in the hair, throwing you across the room – thank god you landed on the sofa. You groaned, feeling something sharp in your leg.

“Y/N!” Harry ran over to you. He minded your hair out your face before standing up, raging with anger.

“Y/N…Harry…I’m so sorry…” Hope teared up, looking at her hands, “I didn’t meant to…I…it took control…”

“Get out. I want you all to get out of my house.” It was rare to see Harry angry, this was probably the third time you’ve seen him angry, “You turn up here with no explanation, demanding Y/N’s help. You ignore her for 8 years, not to mention before then. She deserves better and not a single one of you have any right asking my wife for help!” He was shouting, most likely scaring your daughters upstairs.

Klaus lowered his head, “I apologise…I can heal you if you let me-“

“I don’t want your blood.” You groaned as you got up, bearly standing on your leg. You took your grimoire, and took a photo of it on your phone, sending it across to Hope, “I’ve sent you something that might help. Now all of you, get out before I make you.” You turned to Klaus, “Leave.”

Within seconds your old family had left and didn’t make an appearance after that.

“My darling…are you okay? Should we get you to a hospital?” He helped you sit on the sofa.

You shook your head, “I can heal it, but can you tidy up before the girls come downstairs?”

Harry nodded, “Of course my love.”

“Harry…thank you for being here with me.” You gave a small smile, feeling all the regret of letting your old family back into your life.

“Of course,” Harry smiled finishing up making the room like home again, “I would never let you go through something like that alone.”

“I love you.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

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