#elijah mikaelson daughter

[nightingale2004]

The Originals next generation: Elijah's version

Nicolette Ragna Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Alexa Demie

First daughter of Elijah Mikaelson

Mother unknown (Elijah has an idea but is a bit unsure)

Nicolette and her cousin Adreena are besties

Her father calls her Nicole for short while her cousins call her Nick or Nicky

Nicky liked to think she keeps a cool head like her father, but in truth, her father's aggressive side is more dominant

She is a ✨️fashion icon ✨️ and always manages to look good in any situation

Hates when blood gets on her clothes

She is a Dhampir (half human half vampire)

She knows how to play piano and even makes up her own songs when inspiration strikes

She plays her original pieces ONLY for her family

She helps Adreena take care of the family

She is a ride or die for her family

Like her father, she would give everything she has so her family would be safe and happy

Will not hesitate to snap a neck for her cousins

She scares her younger cousins a lot

She is a "bit" of a diva (when I say a bit, I mean........SHE IS A DIVA)

She throws a mean punch and God-fearing slap

Throws the legendary balls and parties

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Aleksandra Faith Mikaelson

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

Aleksandra is the second daughter of Elijah and the younger sister of Nicolette

Unlike her older sister, Aleksandra is calm one and has inherited more of Elijah's calm and calculative side

Everyone calls her Aleks or Sandra for short

Aleks, Nicky, and Audrey prefer themselves as the leaders and matriarchs of the family

Aleksandra is a heretic

Like her older sister, she too is a ✨️fashion icon ✨️

Has a great respect for Hailey

She and her sister Nicky are very overprotective of their dad, and they make sure to keep tabs on the women he sees

When she gets angry, then nowhere is safe

Elijah made sure that both his daughters never lost sight of their self-worth or value in the world (with his sisters help, of course)

She and Adreena feel like the mothers out of their cousins

Loves hearing her sister play piano

Aleks plays the violin

She and Nicky often do duets together

Believe it or not, but she and a few of her cousins get a headache from trying to make sense of their family tree

Loves going on walks and doing street violin performances in the streets of New Orleans

Loves traveling

She, Nicky, and Clara meet up a lot for tea and gossip

Aleks helps out at the Salvatore boarding school

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 7

Word Count- 5.3k

Warnings- Swearing, stabbing, Elijah wanting to hold hands, witch trials

A/N- KLAUS NEXT CHAPTER BABIES!!!

“I don’t understand why you grown men keep dragging me into your shit,” I groan to Alaric as he parks his car. I cling to my seatbelt and regret ever answering my phone this morning. I really just have to throw my phone away at this point. 

“I don’t trust him around Jenna, Y/n. I have a bad feeling about the guy,” Ric says as he undoes his seatbelt and begins to exit the car. 

“That or are you just jealous?”

I raise an eyebrow and purse my lips at him and he leans down to stare at me with an annoyed look.

“Get out of the car Y/N.”

I watch as Ric makes his way from his side of the car to mine, but just as he’s about to open my door I press down the lock from the inside. I smirk at him as he tries to open the door but it doesn’t budge. He stares down at me annoyed and then presses his key fob unlocking the car. He tries to open the door but I mimic my actions from before and lock the car again. We continue doing this for another 2 minutes before Ric gets the better of me and throws open my door. 

“Seriously, Y/n!”

I huff and practically crawl out of the car. 

“For the record, I would rather jump in front of a train than be here,” I say matter-of-factly to Ric as we catch sight of Jenna and Elijah walking up a grass path together.

“For the record,” Ric waves at them and then turns his head towards me, “I don’t care.”

Once again I groan as we make our way towards Jenna and Elijah. I lock eyes with the latter and he sends me a warm smile. I don’t reciprocate and quickly turn my eyes towards Jenna. I can still feel Elijah’s eyes on me, as always, as we stand in front of Jenna and him.  

“Uh, Elijah, this is my friend,” Jenna, who seems to be annoyed, introduces Alaric to Elijah, “Alaric Saltzman. And you’ve already met Y/N,” Jenna turns to me and seems much more happy to see me.

Ric who can’t seem to catch a clue speaks, “Ya, I got your, uh, message about walking Elijah here through the old property lines. I thought I, uh we,” He gestures to me, “would, uh, tag along. You know us being history buffs and all. Where to next?”

An awkward silence follows for a moment before Elijah breaks it, “I’m pretty curious about the freed slave property owners. Some say, you know, the descendants of the slaves are the true keepers of American history.”

I am almost one hundred percent sure Mr. Suit and Tie has an ulterior motive but Jenna doesn’t seem to catch it as she tells him she has the stuff in her car and that she’ll go grab it. I watch as she walks away and then turn back to the two men next to me. Elijah stands about a foot's width away from me while Ric is to my right. Ric must’ve noticed Elijah’s staring as he moved himself in front of me. If you didn’t want me to be around Elijah why bring me here? Dumbass. 

I can still see Elijah from over Ric’s shoulder and the movement Ric made doesn’t seem to sit well with Elijah as a small twitch in his upper lip presents into a snarl. He drops back into a neutral look almost instantly. 

“So you’re one of those people on Elena’s list of loved ones to protect,” Elijah says to Ric. Even though Elijah is relatively shorter than Ric the aura Elijah protrudes makes up for it. Anyone could tell that even though Ric is trying to put up a macho front, he’s afraid of Elijah. 

“So is Jenna.”

Elijah smirks at Alaric and then shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to be jealous. I don’t really pursue younger women,” Elijah’s eyes trail to mine momentarily, “Most of the time.”

Elijah turns back to Ric and they stare at each other for a moment before Elijah pats Ric on the shoulder, “It’s a joke, Ric, lighten up.” 

Ric rolls his eyes and nods. 

“Wait,” I speak and turn to Elijah, “Technically isn’t every woman younger than you? You know, since you’re like old. Really old. ”

Ric just brings a hand up to massage the tension between his eyebrows and sighs deeply, but Elijah lets out a small chuckle that sends shocks down my spine. 

“I guess you’re right Y/N. I am really old,” He mimics my tone with a small smile on his face. 

—

35 minutes. We’ve been walking in this dirty ass forest for 35 minutes. I should be in bed asleep right now. But nope, here I am following behind three adults as they talk about history. It’s not that I don’t like history, I do, it’s just that it’s a Saturday. I shouldn’t be learning things on a weekend. 

I half-heartedly listen to what Jenna is telling Elijah as we cross over a bunch of fallen tree logs. Alaric helps Jenna over one, and I don’t miss the dirty look she looks she shoots him, making me try to cover my giggle with my hand. The giggling instantly stops though when I see Elijah standing by the front of the log with his hand outstretched towards me. We haven’t talked in these 35 minutes since Jenna has been occupying him, but that hasn’t stopped him from turning back every few moments to catch a glimpse of me, as if he thinks I’m just going to disappear into thin air. Honestly, I wish I would.

I’m not going to use Elijah’s help but realize that my clumsy ass would probably fall over the log if I didn’t. So I lightly place my hand into his, which results in him closing his hand over mine. Locking our hands together. Our hands are locked for a long moment before Ric clears his throat from the other side of the log. I quickly look away from Elijah and use his hand to get over the log carefully. I soon as I get over it though I wrench my hand away from his and walk over to Jenna who sends me a warm smile. 

“Seems like someone is fond of you,” She whispers to me as she raises his eyebrows suggestively.

I can already feel the redness making its way onto my cheeks as I stare at her horrified. Jenna just laughs at my face as she starts leading us farther down the trail we’re on. Sadly though, Alaric has occupied Jenna, which leaves Elijah to walk next to me. 

Elijah’s quiet for a moment, seemingly just enjoying my company before he starts speaking, “Is it true what Alaric says,” I turn to him confused, “That you’re a history buff?”

I sigh slightly as I shrug my shoulders realizing that just talking to the guy might make this little trip go by a little faster.

“I wouldn't call myself a buff,” I use my fingers to make air quotes, “but it’s also not something I dislike. Learning about how our world was made and all the small factors of why it was made are quite intriguing. I also like weird history.”

“Weird history,” Elijah questions me with a frown.

“You know, like the unexplained, or the odd things in history that many don’t understand,” At the still confused look on his face I continue, “You know like the dancing plague of 1518, D.B Cooper, or Oh! The lost colony of Roanoke. That’s probably my most favorite.”

Once I realized that I had just gone on a tangent I went to apologize to Elijah but when I look at him all I can see on his face is pure adoration. The type of adoration that makes the beating in my chest stops. He smiles at me and from being so close to him I notice the small dimple on his left cheek. 

“I understand now,” Elijah says, “You seem to be most interested in The Roanoke Colony. Why is that?”

I ponder his question for a moment, “I’m not sure, it’s just something I’ve always been drawn to. Maybe because of how mysterious and odd it is. I’m not sure, I know that some people say it was aliens or cannibalism but there isn’t a known answer. It’s amazing to me that so many people, an entire village, can go missing and there are no clues. Other than the word Croatoan!”

Elijah nods his head along but the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face tells me he’s hiding something. Wait. Holy shit.

I whip around to him stopping us, “You know, don’t you! I mean you’re old enough but I didn’t even think you would…,” I stop and stare at him in awe for a moment, “You have to tell me.”

Elijah opens his mouth but then I shake my head and throw a hand up to his mouth stopping him, “Wait! No, what if you tell me and it ends up disappointing me.”

I go through all the possibilities in my head at what he could tell me and then fight myself on whether I should have him tell me or not. I can feel Elijah’s smile behind my hand and bring my hand back.

“Sorry,” I wince embarrassed. 

“No worries, I enjoy seeing you so full of life,” I blush at his words, “Would you like me to tell you?”

I think about Elijah’s question for a moment and then shake my head, “No. I think the reason I love that moment in history so much is because of the mystery behind it. I don’t want to lose interest in it by knowing.”

Elijah seems pleased with my answer and nods, “Very well.”

We continue walking for another moment before Elijah chimes up again, “What else interests you?”

I shrug my shoulders, “Nothing much, I’m not a very interesting person.”

“I highly doubt that.”

I smile slightly at his comment, “Well I like reading. That’s actually something Elena and I have bonded on. I used to get bullied for being a book nerd but now having someone who likes it too is comforting.”

At this mention of Elena, Elijah’s smile drops slightly but then turns into a small frown. 

“I’m sorry that you were bullied for reading, as a literature connoisseur myself I find it quite depressing how reading has become something so rare in these past decades. What types of books do you read?”

I nod along to Elijah’s words until he asks what books I read. At this, I instantly get red and look anywhere other than him.

“You know,” I try to find a socially acceptable answer. Not really wanting to tell this 1,000-year-old man I spend my free time reading smut, “Literature.”

“Literature?”

Elijah looks at me with a smirk on his handsome features and I just nod and clear my throat, “Yep, literature. Just all the literature.”

“What about you? What literature do you like?”

Elijah laughs slightly at my change in subject, “Literature in general as well,” I roll my eyes at his joke, “But also I appreciate all types, Historical, the classics, thriller, even romance.”

“You read romance,” I ask surprised. 

He nods his head, “On occasion. There’s something so unique about how different authors portray love and devotion. Where some show it as a neverending, intense emotion others show it as one’s demise.” 

“And which do you believe?”

This question has Elijah pausing momentarily, thinking, “I’ve lived a long time, Elskan. Seen people start wars in the name of love, and seen people kill and die in its name aswell. To choose just one thought when it comes to the idea of love is something I can not do. What about you, what are your thoughts on love?”

“I want nothing to do with it.”

Elijah goes quiet for a moment at my answer. I face back forward and we keep walking in silence for another moment.

“I understand your reluctance towards it. But still young why cut off something like love at your age?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at his words. My age has nothing to do with my hatred and distaste for love. 

“Don’t tell me all that romance you read is getting to your head, Elijah,” I say to him slightly snarky.

“I’ve struck a nerve,” Elijah says as he nods his head. 

“Nope. No nerves struck here,” I tell him picking up my speed and walking away from him. He doesn’t have to try hard to meet my speed though as he falls back into step with me. 

“Even though there have been no nerves struck,” He tries to lighten the tension with a joke, “I must apologize for overstepping. As I’ve said before, making you uncomfortable is the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

I move my gaze from Jenna’s back, who is currently in a small argument with Alaric, and turn to look at Elijah. Once again his face has no signs of malice or ill intent.

“It’s fine,” I shrug at him, “Like I said no struck nerves.”

Elijah slightly laughs and then nods his head. We walk for another 5 minutes in silence, Elijah helps me over logs and rocks whenever we come up to one. 

“Y/N and I should be heading back now,” Alaric tells the group as we get to a clearing. 

I nod, happy to be getting out of these woods.

“Well, thank you Y/N for coming today, I’m sure you had more exciting things to do today,” Jenna smiles at me and jokes.

“Just sleeping. But it was nice to see you Jenna,” I reluctantly look over to Elijah who hasn’t left my side, “You as well.”

This has Elijah’s deflated shoulders rising again. He almost reminds me of a dog that is happy someone is finally giving it an ounce of attention. 

“It was a pleasure to be able to spend this morning with you, Y/N,” I’ve noticed that Elijah calls me by my actual name when other people are around. But, when it is just him and I, he uses that stupid nickname. 

I nod as I go to follow Alaric back to the car but stop and turn back to Elijah, “I guess I’m not one-hundred percent against love,” This perks Elijah up, “I mean I totally loved the dress I wore to the tea party.”

Elijah lets out a deep chuckle that rattles his broad shoulders, “You weren’t the only one.”

I almost choke on my saliva at his words. Elijah’s smirk deepens and I put my lips together and nod my head fast.

“Well, um. I’ll be going now,” I don’t give Elijah time to respond as I speed walk past him and Jenna and grab Ric’s forearm pulling him roughly behind me.

“Keep up,” I whisper yell at him as we speed walk our way to the car. 

—

The original plan was that Ric and I would go on that stupid history walk and then after 30 minutes he would bring me back to my house, but of course, no one in this god-forsaken town follows any type of deal. So that’s why I am currently sitting in front of Demon and his “girlfriend,” and next to Ric who are talking about Elijah and how they don’t trust him. Thankfully Damon bought me fries so this whole trip hasn’t been an entire waste. I half-ass listen to their conversation but don’t really care so I don’t process a word they’re saying, at least not until Damon perks up.

I’ve come to learn from my time in knowing Demon that if I see him getting excited about something, someone is going to get hurt. 

So that’s why I follow his line of sight and see Elijah and Jenna walk into the Grill together.

“Ah, there Jenna with her new boyfriend,” Damon says. I know he’s just trying to get a reaction out of Ric but something about that sentence makes my skin crawl. 

Damon calls over both of them. Jenna welcomes all of us with a smile and wave while Elijah trails behind her looking complacent. As always his eyes find mine and his complacent smile lightens. 

“So I hear you two had a meeting of the historical minds today,” Damon speaks to the two.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Jenna smiles looking up at Elijah who is now looking down at Demon. 

“Well, as much as I’d love to continue this, I, uh, I’ve got papers to grade and a teenager to get home,” Ric gets up from his seat and he gestures to me. I frown as I see my fries still half full and quickly grab a fist full and fill my mouth trying to get away with as many as possible, almost choking myself in the meantime. The adults around me watch me with a mix of amusement and slight disgust, but I don't care. I’m not wasting free food. 

“No, you know what,” Alex or Stephanie or whatever Demon’s girlfriend is named, chirps up, “We should continue this. Let’s have a dinner party!”

Hell to the no. 

“Ooh, my girl. Full of good ideas,” Damon looks over to her before turning back to us, “I’ll be happy to host. Say tonight. Maybe?”

“It’s good for me. Jenna,” Where Alessia agrees Ric tries to disagree. 

“Yeah, I’m free,” Jenna talks over Ric. Yikes. 

“Will the lovely Y/N be there,” Elijah asks me and I try to tell him, “Hell no,” but the fries in my mouth have left me mute.

“Of course, she’ll be there,” Damon exclaims as if there isn’t any other place I’d rather be. I send him a nasty glare which earns me a wink in return. 

“Then it’d be a pleasure.”

Damon’s smile is all but welcoming as he responds to Elijah, “Great.”

This is going to be a horrible night. 

—

This is a horrible night. 

First I get a nasty grade on my modern art project. Not my fault, since modern art is a crime against humanity. 

Then, I try to find a dress for this stupid dinner and the only half-decent dress that I have now is two inches too short.

And then after I said screw it, put the dress on and finished getting ready. I went down to my car only to find out that my front tire had gone flat. Honestly in this case I was happy about it because I had a reason to cancel, but when I called Jenna and told her the “upsetting” news, she told me she’d come pick me up. Great. 

So now I’ve been sitting on my front porch waiting for Jenna. After waiting for fifteen minutes I was close to just calling it quits and telling Jenna the fries from earlier made me throw up on myself. But, right when I stand up a dark sedan pulls into my driveway. Wait. I know that sedan. Damnit. Why the hell is Elijah here?

As if he could read my thoughts Elijah pretty much glides out of his car looking practically god-like in yet another five-thousand-dollar suit and smiles at me. 

“Good evening, Elskan,” Elijah walks up the walkway to stand before me, “Miss. Sommers so kindly asked me if I could escort you to the dinner tonight. To which I happily obliged.”

“Right,” I sigh, “Let’s just get this night over with.”

I walk to Elijah’s car as he follows me, just like before he opens the door for me. I send him an appreciative nod and get in. After another moment we’re driving down the dark road towards the boarding house. 

“You look breathtaking, Elskan,” Elijah says to me from his position in the driver’s seat. 

“Thanks,” I turn to him and look at his usual attire, “You look the same.”

He chuckles, “Yes, you always seem to remind me of my attire. Thank you for that.”

“Always here to help.”

We drive in comfortable silence for the entirety of the trip until we get to the Salvatore’s driveway.

“How are you feeling about tonight,” Elijah’s tone is flat but as he looks at me his eyes are filled with what I believe to be suspicion.

“You mean, do I think something bad is going to happen?”

Elijah’s upper lip twitches, “Aren’t you a smart one? But yes, I am not going to threaten you Elskan. I would never do that, but,” At that, I’m tensing in my seat, “I need to know if your friends are planning something, unbecoming, tonight.”

At Elijah’s serious tone, I shake my head, “I don’t know anything. Promise,” Elijah doesn’t seem to be entirely pleased with my answer, and something in me wants to fix that, “But, I do know that Damon is not one to have friendly dinner parties so,” I look at him uneased but speak in a strong voice, “Be on your guard tonight.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Elskan.”

— 

Elijah and I stand side by side as he knocks on the front door. We wait only a moment before a smirking Demon opens it up,

“Thank you both for coming,” Damon says a little too nicely, “Y/N don’t you look adorable. Come on in!”

Elijah places his hand on my lower back, “Just one moment. Can I just say that if you have less than honorable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider.”

“No, nothing, nothing dishonorable. Just, uh, getting to know you.”

“Hmm, well, that’s good.”

“Yeah,” I watch this back and forth waiting for something bad to happen. 

“Because, you know, although Elena and I have this deal if you so much as make a move to cross me I’ll kill you and I’ll kill everyone in this house,” And there it is, “Except Y/N and Miss. Sommers of course. Are we clear?” 

“Crystal,” Damon eyes Elijah wearily. And then Elijah leads me into the house as Jenna enters the room.

“Jenna, wonderful to see you again. How are you?”

“I’m seriously getting whiplash from you man,” I whisper so only Elijah will hear. The only response I get is a slight squeeze to my waist as he pulls me closer and away from everyone else who has entered the room to greet us. His right-hand stays resting on my upper hip. 

“Let’s eat.”

—

“I hate to break it to you, Damon,” Jenna says to Damon as she pours him a glass of wine, “But according to Elijah your family is so not a founder of this town.” 

“Hmm, do tell,” Damon responds. Damon sits at the head of the table sipping his wine as he stares at Elijah, who is currently sitting next to me on my right. Alaric sits to my left and Jenna and Abby sit across from us. I should really learn her name. There’s also this balding white man who is sitting across from Damon at the other end of the table but no one here seems to want him here.

“Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trial in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years, they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution.”

“Hmm, because they were witches,” Jenna chimes in.

“Yeah, there’s no tangible proof there were witches in Salem.”

“Andies a journalist. Big on facts,” Oh, so that’s her name. I liked Andrea more.

“Well,” Elijah sets down his fork and starts talking again, “the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighboring settlement. So these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned,” Elijah says as if it’s something anyone wants to hear while they’re eating steak dinner, “Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by the fire. Could you pass the,” He gestures to the salt and Ric passes it to him wearily. 

“I wouldn’t repeat this to the Historical Society,” Jenna says which has me wanting to roll my eyes at the mention of those bags.

“Maybe you should,” I say to myself but have seemed to catch the attention of the table. Shit.

“I’m just saying it would knock them down a peg, which is clearly needed,” I whisper out the last part, “Even though there is no proof of witches being burned at the stake during the trials. It was mostly done from self-drownings and using rocks.”

At my contradiction to Elijah’s statement he raises an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

“Self-drowning and rocks? How would that work,” Jenna questions with a slight stutter clearly having had a little too much wine.

“Well with the drowning it was more of a test,” I use fingerquotes at the word, “So to speak. The witch in question would be tossed into a body of water and if she was able to stay afloat she was condemned as a witch and was killed. But if she didn’t float, well. Y’know. So I mean either way it was just a way to punish women for being women. They used the rocks though to stone the people to death. Interestingly enough one of my ancestors was actually killed that way. R.I.P.”

I laugh at my little joke at the end which has earned me a few stares from the people at the table.

“Ok, moving past whatever that was,” Damon says as he turns back to Elijah, “So why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?”

Elijah thinks for a moment before smiling, “You know… a healthy historian’s curiosity, of course.”

“Of course,” Damon replies to Elijah who has already gone back to taking a bite out of his steak. I bring my glass of water to my lips and take a sip but start choking on it when I feel a hand gently grab my other one from under the table. 

“Y/N! Are you ok,” Jenna exclaims from her side of the table as Ric pats me on the back, I put up a thumbs up and try to smile.

“Yep all good. Just,” I cough out a bit more, “went down the wrong pipe. Don’t mind me.”

Even though I almost choked, Elijah still hasn’t moved his hand from mine. Instead, his fingers have begun tracing shapes into my skin. I know I should feel disgusted, but I can’t seem to want to move his hand away. He looks at me momentarily as if to check I’m ok. To which I send him a small nod. This in return makes him smile and grab a hold of my hand more firmly now.

Damon's standing distracts me momentarily, “Does anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle I’ve been saving for ages.”

God, me, please.

“None for me, thanks. Nine bottles of wine is my limit,” Alaric says as he downs yet another glass of wine. Jesus dude, try water sometime. 

This has everyone standing from the table. Ok then, guess I’m done eating. 

“The gentleman should take their drinks in the study,” Anna says. 

“How 1950s of you Alice,” I smile at her sarcastically.

“My name is Andie,” She says back.

“Is that not what I said,” I smile at her as I walk past her into the study. I don’t even want to go in here with them but I’m doing it to stand on principle. And that I’m kind of an asshole. But that’s not my fault since I was awoken this morning before I was able to get my full 13 hours of shut eye.

—

My fingers graze the dozens of books I walk by as Damon and Elijah converse behind me. It surprises me that Damon has so many books, when he’s so dumb. Weird. 

“Are these Stefan’s?”

Damon spares me a moment's glance, “No, they’re mine.”

I hum. Weird. Maybe he just doesn’t have comprehension skills.

“So, let me guess, in the addition to the moonstone, the doppelganger, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe… You need to find this witch burial ground.”

“Because I feel as though we’ve grown so close, Damon,” Elijah’s words have me chuckling as I flip through a book that seems to be at least one hundred years old, “I’ll tell you yes. Do you know where it is?”

“Maybe,” Damon’s answer has Elijah walking over to him, “Tell me why it’s so important.”

“We’re not that close.”

Damon getting rejected has me snorting which catches Elijah’s attention as he smiles up to me. He notices the book I have in my hands and speaks again to Damon.

“It’s quite a collection you have here. It is a funny thing about books. Before they existed people actually had memories.”

I go to make a snarky comment at Elijah’s words but Ric comes storming into the study. 

“Gentlemen,” I clear my throat and Ric looks at me, “And Y/N. We forgot about dessert.”

Addison comes over to Elijah and raises a hand for him to take, which has a nasty feeling starting in my gut. But before it goes too far Elijah turns to me instead and reaches out his own hand, “Y/N.”

I have to fight back a snort as we walk by Amelia Bedelia as Elijah leads me into the dining room where Jenna is.  

“Sorry, guys, dessert is taking longer than I thought,” Jenna’s words have me physically deflating, “I usually just unwrap food.”

Elijah leads me to a chair and moves it so I can sit down. He sits next to me and Audrey sits across from us. 

“So, I know this is a social thing but I, I would really love to ask you some more questions about the work that you’re doing here,” She asks Elijah who agrees. I’m quite interested in what he’s going to say since he’s created this big lie surrounding, Elijah Smith.

“Great,” She continues as Damon enters the room, “Oh, that’s so great. Ric, would you do me a favor and grab the notebook out of my bag?”

She instructs Ric as Elijah’s hand finds its way back to my hand.

“Elijah, did John tell you that he’s Elena’s uncle/father?’’

Damon’s question has me sitting up right.

“Huh?!”

I look between Damon and the balding man next to me and wonder how he was able to produce a girl as pretty as Elena. Also now I’m pissed and kind of sad no one has told me this before.

“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” Even Elijah knows?!

“Of course, she hates him, so there’s absolutely no need to keep him on the endangered species list.”

Now I don’t feel bad for thinking he looked like Charlie Brown earlier. 

Adeline says something to Ric but now my full focus is on Elijah's fingers which are now grazing up and down my hand that lays on my thigh.

I can hear Dead Beat saying something to Elijah but the words won’t focus as I try to calm my breathing. Elijah’s deep voice enters my ears as I hear him threatening the two men but the soft touching hasn’t gone away. 

I’m almost comforted by the feeling now until the once soothing feeling is replaced by his hand crushing my thigh. My yells are mixed with what I’ve just now realized are Elijah’s as he crunches up in pain. A loud scream escapes my lips as I see a dagger protruding from Elijah’s back and can only watch in horror and pain as Elijah’s once soft and light skin turns to grey and veining flesh. 

I blink rapidly as everyone moves around me but all I can focus on is Elijah’s dead body. Dead. Elijah’s dead. Oh god. 

I feel someone grab my upper arm and drag me out of my seat, “What’s wrong with you?”

My breathing halts. My vision goes black and, my body hits the floor. 

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Hellooooo sorry to bother you but do you think can right one of Katherine Pirces were she has a baby girl y/n and she’s like 4 months old and the salvatores brothers finds out about her they use her to take Katherine dawn but they don’t now that she ask the originals but specifically Elijah help to save ther daughter

Mama's Girl

Baby daughter reader x mom Katherine Pierce

Warnings: kidnapping,

A/n: I made a few tweaks in it, by making Elijah the father, but I hope you like it!

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Katherine picks you up from your playpen which has two fluffy blankets and some stuffed animals. "You hungry baby girl?" Katherine smiles as you babble while nuzzling your head into her chest. "I'll take that as a yes" She kisses the top of your head before sitting down on the black leather couch beside the playpen.

She holds you with one arm and as the her other hand pulls a part of her black shirt down, releasing one of her breasts. She coaxes your head toward her full breast until you easily latch on. As you drink your mama's milk, she holds you protectively in her arms.

She doesn't know how the hell she had gotten pregnant, considering she's been dead a very long time. And it wasn't just her child, you, actually was growing inside her, but her body also changed for how it would when any other woman would be pregnant. ex. she produces breast milk. She's still confused but doesn't ask why anymore, just grateful that you're her baby.

The only two people who know about you are; Elijah and Kol Mikaelson. Kol saw Katherine walking around a park a couple towns over, obviously pregnant. He then later that day asked his big brother how he had managed to knock up Katherine, assuming that Elijah and she had hooked up. And he wasn't entirely wrong, Kol just doesn't need to know that. Elijah went over to her house and confronted her, they had a long conversation, deciding it was best to keep you a secret.

Or so she thought, not taking into account the two Salvatore brothers are staked out, across the road.

"How did Katherine get a baby? and she's caring? what the hell" Stefan says, turning over to his older brother.

"Well, baby bro, when two adults think it's time, they decide to start having se-" Stefan cut him off, "I didn't mean like that!" Stefan groaned.

"Whatever, this is our chance to have something to finally take the vampire bitch slut, down," Damon says, getting out of the car. Stefan sighs before following Damon down the road.

Damon explains the plan he made to Stefan, which they put into action.

Katherine looks up, something seems off. Before she can get a second thought, the front door is knocked off it's hinges and vervain grenades are thrown in. Getting into a coughing fit from the toxic herb, she sees a figure of someone coming over to her with a mask.

As soon as he gets close to her, Damon snatches you out of Katherine's arms and speeds out of the house. Katherine quickly stands up, adjusting her top back, but before she can go after him in a weakened state, someone grabs her from behind. The second person, Stefan, wraps his left arm around her neck until she can no longer breathe in air, passing out quickly from the vervain still in the air.

Stefan lets her drop back onto the couch and walks back outside, peeling the mask off his face. "Now what?" He asks Damon, watching as he tries to make you stop crying. His attempts are proven useless, making you cry louder about being taken away from your mama.

"Oh come on, can't you be quiet, you're going to make a scene with how loud you are" Damon whisper yells at you.

Being a baby and not understanding anything he's obviously saying, you just scream louder.

The brothers quickly get into Damon's car with you, Stefan having to hold you, insisting to Damon it's not a good idea to just throw you in the backseat and hope for the best. He drives off before Katherine has a chance to reawaken.

Coughing, Katherine slowly opens her eyes. The light shining through the windows tells her it's still daytime. Recollecting her memories of what had happened while she stands up makes her freeze. She quickly vamped around the entire house, not finding her baby, you, anywhere.

Damon and Stefan, the two names that come to her mind. They took you. All she can do is pace back and forth, a look of murder in her eyes. But she has to play this smart, if she just goes crashing in there alone, she's more than sure that there'll be everyone there. They'll obviously be expecting that.

She goes to the coffee table where her phone still lays from earlier and dials a number.

"Katerina, how are you doing?" Elijah's smooth voice emits from the phone as he picks up.

"Not well, considering the Salvatores found out about y/n, came crashing in, took her, and now are probably thinking of ways to take advantage of our daughter against me" Katherine exclaims, having no time for small talk.

Elijah's eyes widen and he reassures her everything is going to be okay and to meet her in the woods by the boarding house. Katherine follows his instructions clearly and immediately leaves the house.

Katherine gets to the woods in record time, she looks around before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turns around, ready for a fight. Though it's just Elijah.

"My apologies," Elijah says.

He starts explaining his plan of what they're to do. Katherine follows every bit and nods before heading to the back of the house, out of sight from anyone inside.

While she hides out back, Elijah goes to the front door. He knocks a few times before Damon opens the door. He gives a suspicious look towards the original.

"I believe this is the part where you invite me in," Elijah says.

He pauses for a second before stepping to the side, letting the older vampire inside.

As Elijah walks down the stairs into the library, he lays his eyes on you. You're currently being held by Caroline. She's been trying to cheer you up and to stop your crying but nothing has worked. You're not wailing anymore but there are still tears running down your tiny cheeks every now and then.

He puts on a facade, acting surprised at the sight of the baby. Caroline and everyone else notice this. Caroline walks over to the other side of the room and places you into an old wooden crib they had found in the attic.

"What's the occasion of your visit?" Damon all but growls, not happy about an original vampire being in his home.

"Just the fact that you have apparently acquired a baby in a short amount of time. I'm only curious" he says, trying to ignore your looks for him. You see the man in the suit is recognizable as your dada. He comes over a lot and holds you and cares for you, and makes your mama smile.

You hold your arms up in a grabby motion. Everyone hasn't noticed. They're all focused on Elijah as there was no way that he just happened to know two hours after they had taken you. Someone must have been watching them.

Damon and Stefan are standing in front of Elijah, whose back is facing you, the rest of the gang all stood behind the brothers.

Katherine watches from behind the door, knowing what to do next. She opens the door and makes her way inside, causing the gang's attention to go to her.

"That was stupid of you" She sneers, her vampire face on display.

As your mama distracts everyone else, your dada quickly goes over to you. He picks you up and vamps out of the room through the same door Katherine left wide open.

"What-" Elena started saying and turned around, seeing that you and Elijah are gone.

Everyone else followed her action and before they knew it, it was only them. You, Katherine, and Elijah, are long gone.

Katherine follows Elijah to a clearing in the woods. He's cradling you against his chest, slightly swaying you as you calm.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen, I never wanted anything to happen to her," Katherine tells him, feeling an emotion she hasn't felt in a long time, guilt.

"There's nothing to apologize for. There was no way for you to know what was going to happen" Elijah says, softness in his eyes. "Come, I have the perfect place for us. It's out of town and secluded" he smiles.

As they make their way there in his car, they talk the whole time as you're sound asleep in your car seat.

[chloe-skywalker]

Hate You? - Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus x Fem!reader daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 600

Summary: Being Klaus’ daughter and he accidentally hurts you. So he’s worried that you might hate him now.

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“Niklaus.” Elijah enters Niklaus’ art room to see him painting rather harshly. “Why are you in here brooding?”

“I can’t.” Klaus grumbles out.

“Can’t what Klaus.” Elijah asks not understanding what his brother meant.

“I can’t go out there and face her. Not after what I did.” Klaus refuses to face his daughter after what the winter witches made him do.

“She doesn’t blame you.” Elijah tells his younger brother.

“She should. You all should.” Klaus shakes his head, never turning to even glance at his brother.

“I won’t blame my brother for accidentally hurting his daughter, my niece while under a spell done to him by some particularly bitchy witches.” Elijah shakes his head, he would never blame him for what happened.

“I almost killed her.” Klaus’ voice sounded strained. He was not coping well with the events that happened.

“Y/n is fine. Alive and healthy.” He wanted to assure him that his daughter was okay. That what the witches had him do didn’t really hurt her. “She misses you, and would like to see you.”

When Elijah received no answer from Klaus he let out a tired sigh and left him alone for now. Knowing his brother Elijah knew Klaus needed time to himself.

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(2 weeks later)

“Dad?” Y/n called out entering her dad’s bedroom and seeing him sitting at the foot of his bed she asks. “Can I come in?”

“You shouldn’t be this close.” He tells her after she entered his room anyway when he didn’t answer.

“The spell's been broken for weeks. You’re fine now.” Y/n tells him moving to sit down next to him.

“You shouldn’t get to close.” Klaus scooted over on the bed afraid to be to close and hurt her again.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” She shakes her head fully 100% positive that he’d never hurt her in his right mind.

“I did.” He says in a wobbly tone, trying not to break down.

“Not out of your own control. I know that. So should you.” Y/n told him with a reassuring smile.

“After the things I did, you should hate me.” Klaus shook his head not believing that she could want to be near him.

“Hate you?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at his words. She shakes her head. “I could never hate you.”

Once Y/n realized that they weren’t gonna get anywhere right now, that she was gonna have to let her words sink in first. So she got up and left.

Later that night Y/n was in her room under the covers on her phone when her bedroom door opened and she saw her father Klaus enter. Y/n put down her phone and adjusted herself sitting up in bed.

“So, you don’t hate me?” Klaus asks as he sits down on the side edge of her bed. He didn’t look at her right away afraid that she’d take it back.

“No daddy. I don’t.” Y/n shook her head with a warm smile on her face as he looked up at her.

“You should.” A tear slipped down his cheek as he looked at her with so much remorse in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t.” Y/n tilted her head smiling at him warmly and grabbed his hand in hers. “It wasn’t your will to hurt me.”

“I’m sorry.” Klaus apologized with more tears welling up in his eyes.

“You're forgiven.” Y/n told him squeezing his hand tightly.

Klaus pulled her into a hug, it had been 2 weeks since he last touched her and it made him feel alot better.

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[mrs-kmikaelson]

07| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader, Marcel Gerard x mostly platonic!reader Summary: Trying to figure out a way to get Klaus to trust you, you reminisce over the past and how trust was earned in a similar situation. Warnings: none Words: 3.7K

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NEW ORLEANS, 1970

Strobe lights went all across the room, music blaring, but I could barely tell what song was playing, too distracted by what I was doing—or, rather, who I was about to do. I ran my fingers through his hair while his hand crept up my skirt, our kiss getting more passionate by the second.

His name didn't matter. All I cared about was the fun we were about to have. 

"Why don't we take this somewhere more private," he mumbled in between kisses. 

I nodded against him, giving him one last kiss before whispering in his ear. "Back alley." The fact that I was drunk didn't stop me from leading us across the dance floor to the back where I'd been many times before. I knew the owner—who was also a really good kisser—and so I knew where to go.

I felt the cold air hit us as soon as we got outside, despite feeling so hot. As soon as the door closed, I turned around, intending on pulling him back in for a kiss, but I almost staggered back when I saw the same man I was kissing just moments ago with veins crawling underneath his eyes, fangs protruding in his mouth.

What the fuck?

I quickly sobered up, baring my own fangs at him. The atmosphere went from hot and sexy to dark in an instant. 

His eyes widened. While his voice was surprised, there was still an undertone of hostility. "You're a vampire?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You didn't know?" God, how drunk was he? I smelt that he was a night crawler immediately. Clearly, he thought I was a human and wanted to leave so he could suck me dry.

That wasn't happening. For obvious reasons.

He cursed under his breath. For a second, I thought we'd get back to what we were doing; I mean, I just cleared this up. I was gonna be generous and continue to make out with him in spite of the fact that he just tried to kill me, but this dude just had to kill my fun, too.

He tried charging at me, but my magic worked faster than even vamp speed. Quickly, I rushed, "Motus!" and he was sent flying into the wall. My eyes widened. Fuckkkkkk, man.

I just wanted to get laid.

I wasn't supposed to do that. I was supposed to punch him, maybe snap his neck—I was supposed to do something that a vampire would do. A vampire doesn't just move things with their mind.

I thought I was soberer than that, but it seemed that the alcohol was still affecting me because I just sent a fucking vampire flying. Shock was all over the guy's face, his pretty, pretty face that I just wanted to have a good time with.

Fuck. Now I'd have to kill him.

He remained against the wall, but he didn't wait much longer before firing questions at me. "What the hell was that-"

I cut him off, "Look, man, I wasn't planning on doing a lot of talking with you tonight." Annoyance laced my voice. He didn't respond as quickly, just looking at me with an extremely analyzing gaze. I didn't doubt that he was confused. People don't just come across people like me. 

He was silent until it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "Tribrid," he muttered under his breath, almost like I wasn't meant to hear it, but I did.

My blood went cold. "What did you just say?" I asked, but he ignored me, continuing to mutter under his breath.

"I knew a guy once—he was half wolf, half vampire." If he didn't have my attention before, he sure as hell did now. Because I only knew one person that matched that description, and that was Klaus Mikaelson.

My body went rigid while the guy took little notice, seeming to put together a bunch of puzzle pieces in his head. "Yeah-" he paused, looking up at me, "I've heard chatter. Witches saying something about a... triangle: werewolf, vampire... and witch."

Chatter? He's heard chatter? A thousand things went through my mind at once. That was impossible. Nobody knew about me. I just got to this city; there was no way witches have managed to decipher a secret I've spent centuries keeping.

Against my will, my tone was now less calm. "I don't know what you're-"

"I think you do know what I'm talking about." The guy's eyes were hard as he stared right back at me. I thought he was just some baby vamp, but it appeared that he was proving me wrong. He took a step closer to me. "You're the tribrid, aren't you?"

I almost laughed, even though I was full of nerves while, just seconds ago, I was fine. "You must have a death wish," I remarked. Maybe I could've left him alone, convinced him to forget about my display of magic and just left town. But now he not only saw that, but he also knew exactly who I was and he'd go running to tell everyone else.

He had to go. It's a shame, though, I thought, he was such a good kisser.

I stepped closer to him and he immediately got the message, eyes widening again once he realized that I had the upper hand. "No, no," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I promise you; you do not want to kill me."

I scoffed, "And why is that?"

"Listen, I hold a lot of influence around here-"

I scoffed again. "I really don't care." Throwing power around was a politician's move, and politicians only lied to you. I wasn't gonna take my chances.

I was walking towards him, taking one step forward for every step he took back until he blurted, "My name is Marcel Gerard." At this, I stopped. Marcel Gerard... I knew that name. I stood still, racking my brain until I realized why his name sounded so familiar.

Marcel Gerard literally ruled this city. I'd been in New Orleans for not even a few days yet you could hear vampires and witches alike mentioning him often.

Damnit. Of course, I not only meet the guy who the vampires in this city worship, but I also end up locking lips with him and have him find out what I am.

I just wanted to have fun.

He saw recognition on my face, causing his own to light up. "So, you know who I am." I nodded in response, exasperatedly rolling my eyes. All of this had completely caused my buzz to dissipate into thin air. "Look..." he trailed off, making a gesture with his hands.

I rolled my again. "Y/N."

"Look, Y/N, I know what you are. I figured it out in seconds. There's already speculation of a tribrid going around with the witches-"

"Get to the fucking point, Marcel, before I just decide to kill you. Believe me, I am not in the mood to deal with this right now."

He didn't waste any more time. "I can get the witches to back off and find something else to fixate on. I can bury just the thought of a tribrid being out there, Y/N," he emphasized. 

I wonder just how dumb he thought I was. I shook my head. "So you want me not to kill you, just so you can go blab to whoever you see as soon as I leave you alone?" He shook his head right back at me.

"I won't say a thing, trust me." He paused. "We can help each other."

"Oh, c'mon-"

"No, I'm being serious," he asserted, no longer looking like he was backed into a corner but much more assured than before. "Killing me wouldn't do you any good. My people would search relentlessly for my killer, and the witches would only keep digging, possibly striking gold at some point. You keep me alive, and I can get rid of that for you." 

I only stared at him with narrow eyes. He looked confident in the bar, that's what drew me to him, but I wasn't expecting anything like this. He had a point, but that didn't mean it was enough to stop me from killing him. And if I didn't like this city, then I'd kill him without any qualms and leave. But I do like this city. I want to stay here, and I knew I couldn't stay here with him dead and with the witches suspicious.

I couldn't afford to make enemies. Right now, what I needed were friends.

I'd already made up my mind, but Marcel didn't know that, still trying to get me to see a vision that I already understood. "We can make a good team, Y/N."

I didn't say anything for a few more seconds, thinking everything over in my mind. I could possibly be making the biggest mistake of my life right now, I thought. But I was already set. I kept my voice cold and devoid of emotion. "I'm giving you twenty-four hours to make this witch thing go away, Marcel."

A weight was lifted off his shoulders. "And I'll do just that." I wasn't gonna stick around much longer. This was already much more conversation than I was anticipating to have tonight, and we clearly weren't gonna have sex, so without another thought, I sped out of the alley.

Little did I know, that night marked the start of one of the rest of my life in New Orleans.

THE PRESENT

I was pulled out of my reverie when I saw Marcel came into my vision, sitting down on the chair opposite to me. We started out trying to kill each other, and now look: we were meeting for coffee. 

I didn't trust him when I first met him, even after he made my problems with the witches disappear. That wasn't enough. And it also wasn't enough for him to insist I work with him. Those were things he was doing for his own benefit, so, of course, that didn't inspire my trust in him.

I only started trusting Marcel after he opened up to me about his past. Doing that, getting vulnerable with someone—that showed that you trusted them. And what better way to get someone to trust you than to show that you trust them?

I wasn't just reminiscing for the sake of it. The way Marcel got me to trust him was what I'd been forgetting throughout all my interactions with Klaus. I couldn't just ask him to trust blindly, the same way Marcel couldn't ask me to, or the same way I couldn't get the witches to.

I needed a show of good faith. The trick was just figuring out what.

"Hey, Y/N/N." 

I nodded back to Cellie's greeting, pushing a tumbler over to his side of the table. While I actually liked coffee, Marcel wasn't a fan. "Got you your drink."

He grinned. "Ah, have I told you how much I love you recently?"

"Definitely not enough," I quipped back. "Now drink." His smile only got wider as he brought the tumbler up to his lips, sipping from his blood while I worked at finishing my Americano.

It's been about a week since I gave the contract to Klaus and went out with Marcel and Cami, who were now accepting the title of "dating" (after lots of resistance from Cami's side). Things have otherwise been quiet. I've been over to the Abattoir a few times to speak with Elijah, sometimes speaking to Hayley, and rarely talking to Klaus, but everything was fine if you didn't count the fact that he was still staring at me every time I came over.

You'd think that I'd be the one behaving that way after constantly seeing my father, his baby mama, and his brother, but nope. I've been calm; the whole Mikaelson thing has been getting to me less, but Klaus would look at me like he was trying to pick apart everything I said or did.

Sooner or later, it wouldn't matter how well I kept my secret. He was just gonna keep digging, so I needed to stop him before he struck gold.

"How's D been doing?" He asked, and the Mikaelsons were instantly pushed to the back of my mind. Davina had that effect.

"She's been good. Doing her school work, getting better with her magic by the day. You should come by for dinner soon, actually."

"Yeah, I-" he cut himself off when a "ping" sounded. He glanced down at his phone on the table, muttering a curse under his breath. When he looked back up at me, his expression was a mix of annoyance at the disturbance and apology. "Sorry, Y/N/N, I've gotta-"

"No, no, it's fine," I told him. "Go on and deal with it." He gave me a silent thank you before getting up, kissing my cheek in parting.

"I'll make it up to you. Dinner at mine," he said, walking away backwards. I smiled, telling him I'd see him later, and then he was out the door. Although we'd been sitting for all of one minute before he had to go, I wasn't irritated. He was getting back into the groove with the Quarter's happenings, so I'd be fully supportive.

I got up, throwing my empty coffee cup into the trash and walking out of the little café, mentally running over my schedule: housekeeping, then dinner with Marcel and Davina later. Right now, I'd go game plan my pitch to the vampires.

Or not.

Just as I was about to cross the street, a black car abruptly skirted in front of me, making me jump back. Before I could make anything of it, two men stepped out of it. Their expressions were practically lifeless, not a trace of emotion in sight.

"Get into the car," one of them ordered, causing me to furrow my brows. What the fuck?

I voiced my concerns not a moment later. "Excuse me?"

The other one stepped forward as if he was threatening me. I looked him up and down. Who the fuck was he stepping to like that? "Ma'am, you're gonna need to get into the car willingly before we force you to." 

Force me to? I only stared at him, debating on whether or not I was gonna bash his head into the car he was threatening me to get into in front of any passers-by. I was then reminded of the exact thing I was on my way to work on: the peace pacts. If I exacted any violence, that wouldn't be setting the right example.

Still, though, I was tempted.

After a few seconds of eying them both, I realized I not only knew them, but I also understood what was happening here.

These were some of Marcel's old vampires.

And they were compelled.

Damnit. I glanced to the car behind them. I was willing to bet money that, inside that very car, sat Klaus. I rolled my eyes. A week ago, I would've been more put off by this, and I was, but I was more annoyed than anything.

I'd find some way to get him to trust me later, but if I didn't get into this car right now, then he'd only become even more suspicious of me, and I didn't need that.

I shook my head in disbelief that I was even gonna do this, gesturing for them to move so I could get into the car. One of them opened the back door for me and I got in.

I turned to my left, fully expecting Klaus to be sitting next to me, but instead I was met with the sight of a blonde with big, voluminous curls and bright blue eyes. Despite fitting into the dumb blonde mold exactly, I knew she was anything but.

This was Rebekah Mikaelson.

I (hopefully) hid my shock quickly, but my eyes still narrowed. My mind raced, wondering what the hell she could possibly want from me. I first jumped to conclusions, but I shut them down immediately, knowing that there was no way anyone knew I was related to the Mikaelsons, including the Mikaelsons themselves.

While I'd been visiting the Abattoir often, Rebekah was basically nowhere to be found. I never would've guessed that this was how I'd be meeting her, being pushed into a car by vampires acting like they were secret service. But, with the Mikaelsons, so far nothing has gone as I expected it.

When she turned to me, she didn't stop and observe me first like her brother did. I'd learned from my research that Rebekah Mikaelson was impulsive, possibly even more so than Klaus. So it didn't surprise me when she cut right to the chase. 

"You must be Y/N," she said. Her voice sounded like honey and a smile was on her lips, but it didn't take rocket science to know that it was all an act. "I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, but I'm sure you're already aware of that." 

I was. And so I said that. "I am." 

She hummed at my response, indirectly reminding me so much of Klaus. She pressed a button to her side, causing the partition to roll up, never looking away from me once. Her smile then quickly dropped. "What are you doing with Marcel?"

Now, I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. "What?"

"You heard me," she asserted, unwilling to elaborate any further and just continuing to look at me, waiting for a reply.

Out of all the reasons she could've pulled me into this car, that one had never even crossed my mind. I paused for a few seconds, thinking over how I'd respond. I knew Rebekah and Marcel had history, and Rebekah had created a reputation for herself as not only being a lover, but a rather possessive one.

Saying the wrong thing here could get me into a tight situation I did not want to be in, so I had to be sure that my words wouldn't piss her off. "He's my friend," I told her, but she didn't look very convinced.

"Really?" She questioned, sarcasm noticeable in her voice. "Are you so cozy with all of your friends? Because you both looked rather close in that café." So she was watching us.

I backtracked, remembering how he kissed me on the cheek on his way out. I see how that could look bad to some people, especially his ex-girlfriend who seemed much more attached to him than he let on. From the way Marcel told the story, him and Rebekah were over, but the way she was acting didn't suggest that at all.

Suddenly, Camille was brought to the forefront of my mind. "We are close," I defended. "I've known him a long time, and we're just friends." I could've left it there—should've left it there, but with Cami on my mind I couldn't help but add, "Besides, he has a girlfriend."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at me; although, something told me she was already conscious of that little fact. Her jaw tensed, making me more alert. While Elijah and even Klaus wouldn't immediately deal with their problems physically, I knew Rebekah was a different story.

She was smart, don't get me wrong, but if there was something to know about her it was that her emotions overpowered her mind more often than not. She was impulsive, and so this could go real bad, real quick.

I had to get out of this.

I decided to just say something instead of letting her make the first move. If I said something first, then I could take control of the situation and spin it before she could.

"Look," I started. "Marcel and I have a completely platonic relationship." Well, not completely, but I wasn't gonna tell her that. "After we met, I was just helping him keep things running smoothly in the Quarter, the same thing I'm doing with your family now."

While her expression remained blank, I could tell I was swaying her in the right direction. She just needed one last push. "We talk so often because of Davina. She's important to both of us, and we just want to make sure she gets the childhood she deserves." Her eyes immediately softened, and I knew I got her.

Davina was just a child. As ruthless as Rebekah could be, she still had humanity inside her—Marcel had told me this time and time again when he was under the influence. There was something in her that he fell for, and it was her ability to care when she really wanted to.

She finally looked away from me. "I understand," she said. If I knew anything about her, then I knew she was probably embarrassed right now. It turned out that Rebekah's emotional nature had actually helped, not harmed. "Sorry for the inconvenience," she apologized, but her eyes never met mine.

She rolled the partition back down, telling the driver to stop the car and unlock the doors. "You're free to go, Y/N." I stared at her for a few seconds, wondering if there was anything else I was supposed to say, but I came up empty. So I just got out of the car and watched as they drove away right after.

Once I could no longer see the car, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

I just met Rebekah Mikaelson.

And I just barely dodged a bullet. I directed my thoughts away from freaking out because I just met yet another member of my family to how I was gonna fix the problem I had.

I couldn't keep tiptoeing on this tight-rope around the Mikaelsons. Sooner or later, I'd fall. I needed to do something to get them, all of them, to trust me. If they caught me at the right time, then everything could be exposed.

I had all of these thoughts running through my mind until a light bulb went off, and all of the puzzle pieces suddenly assembled themselves into a clear picture.

I knew what to do.

I had my show of good faith.

Taglist: @scrynexxtins @thisnameistaken1234 @honestlycasualarcade @xlittlestarling @thatgirljas13 @rosecentury

[el121a]

How do you think Elijah would treat his daughter's relationships?

Here are some bullet points!

Being Elijah's daughter, you didn't talk about dating quite often. Elijah had 3 rules. The first one being "permission granted at 17. " in order to date you must've been of-age. You're kind of known for it.

Seeing Elijah and your mother only heightened your desire to be in a relationship.

If his daughter tried to keep it a secret, Elijah would be heartbroken at first and probably wouldn't ask too many questions. It didn't matter. This wasn't his girl, she had been influenced by another. As noble as everyone thinks Elijah is, deep down, he would be frightened that your lover turned out to be anything like him, especially with her type being vamps (especially a member of the strix- now that would've been rejected.)

If his daughter told him, Elijah would probably drop everything and listen to her many rants- just like her father. And if you told him he was going to meet them soon, his eyes would light up in accompany to his excitement.

Under both circumstances, he would open a bottle of bourbon and finish it. That same night.

"Dad, it's just a date" or anything that suggested it's unimportance was never muttered. Elijah listened carefully to your words, yet again, he generally payed detailed attention to all words. If it were "just a date" you would be admitting to Elijah you knew his judgements were right.

Elijah was strict. He doesn't prioritize much of your friendships, he loves when you interact with others, but you understand he doesn't care. He does prioritize family, and so you knew adding to the Mikaelson family would've been accepted by him.

If his daughter was interested in boys, his 2nd rule was more of question. Who asked first. Successful if the guy asked his daughter first. If not, he'd reject.

There's also the fact everyone in the supernatural community was scared of your family. You always guessed it was for the better anyways.

He gave them a terrifying speech. Only to give the compliment - he admired their bravery. if they were nervous he'd nicely and automatically reject them. No one has ever been brazen. You know this because, any guy you were interested in, he'd already met when picking you up from any event.

As daddy's girl, you were with your father at any time left of his busy schedule. He would take time off ,but he's an original and actually fighting creatures of the night. When you started drifting away from him he would try to fill the new hole in his heart with more drinks.

And when you admitted your interest in marriage, Elijah Mikaelson revealed his third and final rule "You last name stays."

[klausysworld]

you can do a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson, where Hope is already a teenager and all her life she adored her parents and family and always wished that someone would love her like her father loves her mother *y/n*, but one day he was reading cases of people who had been missing for years and a case in particular of a girl who seems quite familiar to him, and he discovers that this girl is his mother years ago and he starts to investigate and discovers his father's obsession with his mother and that he kidnapped her and kept her with him until she fell in love with him, he also discovered the secret rooms of the mansion that have her mother's stolen belongings and her portraits. Obviously Hope feels cheated and disillusioned and wants to confront her father.

Confusion, Fear, Horror.

Hope knew she was cherished by her family.

Her aunts and uncles fawned over her and brought her the best possible gifts at special occasions.

Her father always called her ‘his hope’ and made sure she knew she could always have whatever she desired.

And her mother…her mother looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. She calmed her father whenever he got mad that she was going out with friends. When Hope got home late, her mother would sort everything out. She was like a guardian angel.

So finding an image of her on a ‘missing person’s’ website was a shock. At first she thought maybe it wasn’t her, maybe a doppelgänger of sorts?

So she began to dig.

She certainly wasn’t expecting to find a secret passage way.

To find hundreds of portraits of her mother, stacks of pictures of her doing things as simple as walking down the street to standing in a towel in the window.

Clothes in boxes labelled by the year and dozens of love notes written to y/n from Klaus.

And then a note book…

Mondays ~ 2:30pm she has afternoon tea with male co-worker. Needs to stop.

Tuesdays ~ works until 5pm. Walks home alone. Possible opening.

Wednesdays ~ gets a lift home from work,, varies between three coworkers. Kill all?

Thursdays ~ tight schedule at work-forgets her lunch. Will come in handy when courting.

Fridays ~ half day. Possible date night?

Saturdays ~ often sees friends and/or family. Need to tear her away from this.

Sundays ~ lazy days. Great days to watch her.

She blinked in confusion and slight fear before turning over the page

Favourite colour=y/f/c

Favourite food=y/f/f

Favourite song=y/f/s

Dream job=y/d/j

Favourite things to do=f/s/t

Aspirations=y/a

And so on.

There were pages and pages of information on her.

Hope wanted to believe that he was just an amazing boyfriend. He just loved her so much he made sure write down everything she told him. But then she found the notes

At 2:36pm I watched her go into a mans house.

4:08 I eliminated the problem.

6:29 she had a shower. Left her curtains open.

7:45 she had her dinner. Alone this time-good.

9:13 she put her favourite show on

01:53 she fell asleep on her couch-it’s okay, I moved her to her bed.

She didn’t know what to think. With the amount of times he had written in these books, it’s safe to assume he watched her daily, nightly for months, years on end.

Even after he seemed to ‘get her’, court her, he still watched her. He suspected she would cheat on him, leave him. He was more paranoid than she had ever known him to be.

And the entry he made about ‘taking’ her mother completely through her off course.

She looked through security footage of the dungeons only to watch her own mother scream and fight against her father. They were both hysterical and Hope watched in horror as her father threatened and raged at her mother.

Over the weeks she watched her mother slowly become more obedient and affectionate towards Klaus.

She watched as her mother clung to him in fear that he would leave her alone for days upon end, she noticed her fathers manipulative behaviour from the “how do I know this isn’t some ploy to make me let you go?” To “I just don’t think you truly mean it” Watching her mother beg for him to stay, pleading for him to show her some sort of affection.

She saw how her mother became reliant on him, how she began to love him because he was all she had.

She saw the photos of her mother pregnant, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and Freya all in the background as Klaus tended to her mothers needs.

Pictures of her as a baby and how her mother sobbed as she held her, the look she had in her eyes when Klaus took Hope from her arms, the fear they held.

Hope didn’t understand.

She saw her parents in whole other light.

Every time Klaus would take something from y/n’s hands and give her a look, the way she would lower her head and apologise and he would remind her to ask before she does.

The certain looks he would give her, almost warning like when she ‘stepped out of line’

It frightened Hope.

She tried to say something to her mother but as soon as Y/n realised she knew, the utter horror on her face was enough to stop Hope.

“Hope- please, you need to be quiet, please my heart, please I promise I’ll keep you safe”

The way y/n would hold her and cry until it was Hope holding her mother and convincing her it was okay

“We can run away”

“I know it’s difficult to understand but…I do…I do love him Hope…I just…do”

Y/n feared for both of them what would happen if Hope spoke out of term. Y/n would never let anything happen to her baby but her baby was strong enough now go protect her mother too.

[whydotheycallmechimney]

I find it interesting that hayley clearly sees the mikaelsons as her family and feels a deep sense of love and loyalty towards them, but she’s been consistently shown to be wary of hope being raised around them.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Err on The Side of Awesome

(Not my gif)

Kol Mikaelson's Daughter Headcanons

Requested by: @katherinereilly19

Here lies my Masterlist

You were adopted by Kol and Davina Claire-Mikaelson at age six from a Catholic orphanage run by nuns who all thought you were some sort of demon child.

See, like your adopted father, you were a witch and had come into your power rather early. Davina had been sensing some odd power flares in the area and, when she and Kol had gone to investigate, there you were - a sweet, little bundle of mischief with more power than you knew what to do with.

To say that you had Kol wrapped around your little finger from the first second he saw you would be no exaggeration. Seriously. 

Kol had never thought himself fit to be a husband, let alone a parent. It still baffles him some days that Davina agreed to marry him - most days in fact - it just seemed too good to be true. They traveled the world for a while and then… Well, Davina, she…

She said she wanted kids.

She didn't say that she used to want kids or that she would have wanted them had she married someone else. Davina said she wanted to be a mom. With him. She said she wanted to have a kid with him and she wanted Kol to be that kid's dad.

At first, he almost thought it was a joke. Who in their right mind would trust him with a child? But no, Davina was serious. 

And it terrified him.

Kol is well aware of just how miserably his parents screwed up their job and he's pretty sure he couldn't do any worse but that doesn't mean he'd do well.

But the guy took just one look at you and he knew without a doubt that there was no alternative realm, no obscure future, and no minuscule probability in which he could cause you any harm.

For the first little while, you were convinced (thanks to the nuns) that you would have to be an absolute angel of a child in order to be wanted by your new parents. You helped clean things, refrain from using your magic, made your bed, brushed your teeth, and never asked for anything.

Three months in, you dropped a plate and broke down crying, begging Mr. and Mrs. Claire-Mikaelson (because you wouldn't dare call them mom and dad) not to send you back.

What began as your average Tuesday afternoon turned into a deeply formative experience when Kol sat you on his knee, looked you in the eyes, and said:

"Y/N, darling, I want you to listen to me very closely, alright? There is absolutely nothing on this earth you can do or say that will make your mother and I love you any less. There is no such thing as good enough - there is no bar you have to meet - only what you are. Now, a plate is infinitely replaceable, but you are our daughter and I will love you until the end of time. That makes you infinitely more valuable than a plate. Okay?"

"O-okay… dad?"

That was a day you never forgot as you grew older. 

Speaking of growing, no matter how old you get, Kol can and will pick you up by the ankle and hold you upside down. It never gets old.

Also, piggy-back rides.

You did go through a phase where you were convinced there was a monster in your closet.

"Dad! There's a monster in my closet and it wants to eat my toes!"

"Really? Well, I must applaud the audacity."

There were quite a few nights you spent cuddled up between them as Davina braided your hair and Kol told you a story until you fell asleep. 

Kol always refers to you and Davina as "his girls".

He's always willing to play with you, whether it be a game of tag or a complex drama plot with your dolls. (His personal favorite was when you decided to reenact the French Revolution in Barbie form.)

Daddy-Daughter Days are 100% a thing. The two of you are huge movie and arcade goers. Not to mention huge fantasy nerds. From Deltora Quest to Harry Potter to the freaking Wheel of Time - your fascination with the fantastical never fades as you grow. You never thought yourself too old to be read to at night, so Kol never stopped the tradition.

You're a little (a lot) spoiled. But not in a bad way. You're not ungrateful but let's just say you have quite a few pets.

Auntie Bex is always more than willing to babysit when your parents want some time to themselves. You remind her of Kol when he was a kid and she adores that.

Play-Dates with your cousin Hope mean quite a few headaches for your uncles Klaus and Elijah. Aunt Hayley thinks you're absolutely hilarious while Aunt Cami is convinced you're like 4 different varieties of insane. She might have a point there.

When you're old enough to be in school, you can always count on your parents to help you with your homework. You never would have made it through middle or high school without your dad, Kol is insanely good at math and chemistry. However, when it comes to anything to do with history or government, he passes the torch to Davina because even though he lived through it, he literally never paid enough attention to remember anything.

Parent-Teacher conferences are always interesting. 

"Y/N is so intelligent. Truly a joy to have in class."

"Is she now?"

Neither of them buys it for a second. You have a mischievous streak a mile long, the teacher just doesn't know that you're the one putting tacks on her chair. Kol is honestly proud and Davina may try to be the voice of reason but she can't help laughing at just how alike father and daughter turned out to be.

Now, if Hope is "miraculously well adjusted" then you're probably something like a thirty-year-old in an eight-year-old body. You're like the most chill child perhaps ever. However, just like your father, your maturity level varies with the situation.

For example, Klaus once decided it would be a good idea to whip out the "You're not even a real Mikaelson" card at a family reunion. It wasn't long before Davina had thrown Klaus into a wall and Kol and Marcel were at each other's throats. 

You honestly weren't even bothered. You knew your parents loved you and that was enough so you simply said:

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

And went back to eating your dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Marcel - apparently still a little touchy on that subject - was the last to sit down again. Little did he know just how proficient you had become with teleporting objects. Naturally, you were smirking when the whoopie cushion did its noble work.

Kol is terrified that he'll lose touch with you as you grow older.

This fear never comes to fruition.

The trust between you and your parents is something every other child ever would envy. They trust your judgment and, in turn, you trust the very few restrictions they put in place for you. It's crazy because they honestly never get mad. Like ever.

However, their disappointment is the worst thing you'll ever endure. 

 They told you not to go out one night because an old enemy of Klaus' was wandering around town. You went out anyway and you were attacked. Now, you were powerful enough to fight off your assailant and kill him, but you didn't come out of that fight unscathed. You had to limp home and tell your dad what had happened. 

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I've done much worse in my life, for much dumber reasons. To be mad at you would make me a hypocrite. I just know you're better than this - Y/N, you've shown me that you're better than this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just extraordinarily disappointed."

It happens only once and never again.

Growing up with those two for parents ensured that you quickly mastered your magic and became one of the most powerful and skilled witches of all time. But don't think for a second that you would ever be used. They would never allow that to happen.

As you reach middle and high school, a rumor begins going around that your dad is a vampire. You just snort really loud and make no further comment. It leaves everyone wondering.

First boyfriend?

Heaven help the poor sod. 

"If you ever lay your hands on my daughter against her will, you will find that you no longer have hands. I will use the bones of them to fashion myself a new pen, with which I shall write your death certificate. Do I make myself clear?"

Once you're old enough, the basement becomes something of a witchy lab space.

Explosions are… frequent.

*Coughing* "Thank goodness your mother wasn't home for that one."

"Think again, Mikaelson."

"Oh shi-"

"Uh… Hi mom!"

You're probably the healthiest Mikaelson.

When the time comes for you to graduate, it's a hard dose of reality for Kol. He understands he has to let you live your life and he would never dream of taking that away as it was taken from him, but it's just hard.

You'll never stop being his little girl.

Special thanks to: @her-violent-delights

[hyperactivewhore]

I'll always wonder how Hope felt about her father's relationship with Elijah, especially after her mother died.

For a time, Elijah was responsible for Hayley's death in her eyes, and no one will convince me this wasn't Klaus’s doing. He had spent half of season five brooding because his brother erased their memories, erased him, and repeatedly put their broken brotherhood over his own daughter. Klaus didn't have Camille or Hayley any longer, he didn't have Elijah specifically, who is the person he has the most codependent relationship with in the series and him lashing out because of it quite literally endangered Hayley's life even more.

Marcel pointed it out; he was lashing out because in his eyes, Elijah no longer loved him and had given their family up and that was clouding his judgment, something they couldn't allow with Hayley's life on the line. So it's just very ironic Hayley ended up dying, with only Klaus and Elijah conscious to see it, because by this logic, Klaus clearly told Hope her uncle hadn't saved her mother's life.

It is very much in character for him, especially because Klaus was acting hostile around his brother whenever Hope was around, so I wonder how she felt when she witnessed him quite literally running into his arms the moment Elijah got his memories back and they finally found common ground. Was she bitter, angry, hurt? This is the same man that was visiting Elijah constantly for seven years because he couldn't stay away from him, despite knowing it could potentially endanger his daughter, yet managed to ignore Hope perfectly fine for five-six years.

Of course, Hope eventually managed to find common ground with her uncle as well, but I don't think she actually realizes how screwed up the relationships in her family are, mostly because her family abandoned her and the ones who actually would do anything and everything for her are dead. Especially for a child as young as her, no fifteen-year-old teenager would ever understand why her father chose her "mother's killer" over her own feelings and over her own dead mother.

Because damn, it would hurt me so badly if my father claimed I was the person he loved the most, yet the one he couldn't live without and the one he constantly prioritized over me was his own brother.

[thequeenofneverland1]

Before The Hope Of The Mikaelsons Family Part Two

Summary: In the Mikaelson mansion, tension brews as Klaus struggles with his emotions regarding Hayley’s pregnancy. While Elijah and Rebekah support Hayley, Klaus initially distances himself, grappling with resentment and fear of fatherhood. However, a painful moment prompts Klaus to embrace his role, igniting a bond with his unborn child. As preparations for the baby’s arrival unfold, the family is still unaware of a coven of witches plotting to take the child for their own nefarious purposes. Rebekah and Elijah hope for the family's unity, but with Kol and Freya absent, they face uncertainty. As confrontations unfold and emotions run high, the Mikaelsons prepare for challenges that will test their strength and loyalty, ultimately seeking a brighter future marked by hope and redemption.

Warnings: Emotional distress, Pregnancy-related discomfort and anxiety experienced, themes of personal struggle, including fear of parenthood and familial obligations. Potential violence and from external threats (witches) aimed at the unborn child. Past trauma and hurtful relationships among family members.

The Mikaelson mansion, with its grandeur and timeless elegance, is now overshadowed by the palpable tension that envelops it. Days have passed since the heated confrontation between Klaus and his siblings, and while Elijah and Rebekah are steadfast in their support for Hayley, Klaus remains a brooding, distant figure. His anger and resentment have created a chasm in the family, leaving Hayley isolated in a house that was once a symbol of power and unity.

Hayley, visibly pregnant and increasingly weary, spends most of her days in the sitting room, a quiet sanctuary where she can escape the constant strain of her new reality. The room, with its high ceilings and large windows, offers a serene view of the lush garden, but the tranquility is deceptive. The house, despite its opulence, feels cold and unwelcoming, and the weight of Klaus’s absence is ever-present.

Rebekah, with her characteristic determination, has taken on the role of Hayley’s primary caregiver. She meticulously checks on Hayley’s comfort, ensuring that she has everything she needs. From bringing meals to rearranging cushions and fetching tea, Rebekah’s efforts are sincere, though she can’t hide her frustration with Klaus’s behavior.

Elijah, equally concerned, divides his time between managing the family’s affairs and attending to Hayley’s needs. His presence is a steadying force, and he tries to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the chaos surrounding them. His calm demeanor is a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Klaus, and Elijah often finds himself in the middle, trying to mediate between his brother’s stubbornness and the needs of their family.

Kol, ever the wildcard, flits in and out of the mansion with his usual air of irreverence. His visits are marked by a casual attitude and a lack of concern for the family’s turmoil. True to form, Kol arrives one afternoon with a nonchalant swagger, his casual attire a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere. He flops into a nearby chair with a dramatic sigh, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Still here, are we?” Kol’s tone is light, though there’s a hint of mockery in his voice. “How’s the little one? Kicking up a storm yet?”

Rebekah, who is adjusting Hayley’s cushions, shoots Kol a sharp look. Her patience is wearing thin, and she can barely contain her frustration. “Kol, now is not the time for your games. We’re trying to keep things as calm and normal as possible for Hayley.”

Kol raises an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by her reprimand. “Oh, I’m just checking in. You know, making sure the little drama hasn’t gotten too dull. Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss the spectacle of Nik’s inevitable meltdown.”

Elijah, who has been reviewing some documents at the far end of the room, looks up with a sigh. The stress of managing the family’s affairs combined with the weight of their personal issues is beginning to take its toll. “Kol, this is serious. Klaus’s behavior is making things harder for everyone, especially Hayley. We need to focus on supporting her, not fueling the chaos.”

Kol’s gaze shifts to Elijah, and for a moment, there’s a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll play nice. But you have to admit, it’s rather amusing watching Klaus squirm.”

Rebekah’s frustration boils over. She stands with her hands on her hips, her voice rising. “You think this is a game? Klaus is being selfish, and his behavior is affecting everyone. Especially Hayley. She’s terrified and isolated, and your little jabs aren’t helping.”

Kol shrugs, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual indifference. “All right, all right. I’ll try to keep my amusement to myself. But you must admit, this family is never short on drama.”

Elijah steps closer, his voice calm but firm. “Kol, we’re asking for your cooperation. This is a difficult time for all of us, and we need to act as a family. Klaus’s behavior might be a challenge, but we have to rise above it for Hayley’s sake.”

Kol’s eyes soften slightly, and he nods, though he still seems a bit detached from the gravity of the situation. “Understood. I’ll make an effort. But don’t expect me to be a saint about it.”

Rebekah returns her attention to Hayley, her expression softening. “How are you feeling today, Hayley? Is there anything you need? Anything we can do to make this easier?”

Hayley looks up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “I’m doing all right, Rebekah. Just trying to stay positive. It’s hard with everything that’s happening.”

Elijah moves to sit beside Hayley, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’re all here for you. No matter what Klaus does or doesn’t do, you have us. We’ll make sure you’re safe and cared for.”

As the day continues, Kol’s presence fades as quickly as it arrived. He excuses himself with a half-hearted apology, leaving Elijah and Rebekah to carry on with their efforts. The mansion feels quieter, though the tension remains.

Hayley leans back against the cushions, feeling a mix of relief and melancholy. The support from Elijah and Rebekah is a comfort, but it’s overshadowed by Klaus’s continued absence. She knows that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges, but for now, she finds solace in the small moments of kindness and the hope that things might eventually improve.

The future remains uncertain, and Klaus’s cold demeanor is a constant reminder of the fractures within their family. But with Elijah and Rebekah’s unwavering support, Hayley finds the strength to face each day, hoping that, somehow, they can find a way to bridge the gaps and restore some semblance of unity.

As the days blend into weeks, the mansion’s atmosphere shifts subtly, though the tension remains a constant undercurrent. Klaus continues to distance himself from Hayley, his anger and resentment keeping him isolated. Meanwhile, Elijah and Rebekah work tirelessly to ensure Hayley’s comfort and well-being, their dedication unwavering despite the strain.

Elijah’s presence becomes a source of stability for Hayley. His visits are frequent, and he makes a concerted effort to be there for her in ways that go beyond mere duty. They share quiet conversations, exchange stories, and in those moments, a bond begins to form—a bond that neither of them fully understands but both find increasingly important.

One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon and the room is bathed in the soft glow of twilight, Hayley sits by the window, reading a book. Elijah enters, carrying a tray with a pot of tea and a few light snacks. He sets it down on the table beside her and takes a seat, his eyes scanning her face with a tender expression.

“You seem lost in thought,” he observes gently, his voice soft.

Hayley looks up, her eyes meeting his. “Just trying to distract myself. It’s hard not to think about everything that's happening.”

Elijah nods, understanding. He pours two cups of tea, handing one to Hayley. “It’s been a challenging time for all of us. But you’re not alone, Hayley. We’re here to support you, no matter what.”

As they sip their tea, the conversation flows naturally, shifting from light-hearted topics to deeper, more personal reflections. Elijah finds himself increasingly drawn to Hayley, not just by her strength and resilience but by the way she handles herself with grace despite the difficult circumstances.

Days turn into weeks, and Elijah’s feelings for Hayley deepen. He finds himself looking forward to their conversations, seeking out moments to spend with her. He’s careful not to let his emotions show too overtly, but there’s a warmth in his gaze and a softness in his voice that betray his growing affection.

One afternoon, Rebekah has taken a rare moment for herself, leaving Elijah and Hayley alone. They’re seated in the garden, enjoying the mild weather and the scent of blooming flowers. Hayley rests her hand on her swollen abdomen, her expression reflective.

“You know, Elijah,” she begins, her voice contemplative, “I never thought I’d be here, in this position, so far from where I thought my life was headed.”

Elijah’s gaze is steady, his expression thoughtful. “None of us expected things to turn out this way. But sometimes, life takes us on unexpected paths. It’s how we navigate those paths that defines us.”

Hayley looks at him, her eyes searching his face. “You’ve been so kind to me, Elijah. I don’t know how I would have managed without your support.”

Elijah’s heart swells at her words. He’s been trying to maintain a professional distance, but the sincerity in Hayley’s voice breaks through his resolve. “It’s my pleasure, Hayley. You deserve all the kindness in the world, especially during such a trying time.”

Their conversation continues, and Elijah finds himself opening up more than he ever intended. He shares his thoughts, his fears, and his hopes, and in return, Hayley shares hers. The connection between them deepens, evolving from simple camaraderie into something more profound.

One evening, as they sit together in the dimly lit library, the atmosphere is intimate. Hayley is curled up in a chair, while Elijah sits across from her, reading by the soft light of a lamp. The silence between them is comfortable, and Elijah can’t help but feel a sense of contentment in her presence.

He sets aside his book and looks at Hayley, his voice gentle but tinged with emotion. “Hayley, there’s something I need to tell you. These past weeks have been… transformative for me. I’ve come to realize that my feelings for you have grown beyond mere friendship.”

Hayley’s eyes meet his, and she can see the sincerity in his gaze. “Elijah, I—”

Before she can respond, the sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway, and Rebekah appears, a slight frown on her face. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I was looking for you, Elijah.”

Elijah’s expression changes to one of disappointment, but he quickly regains his composure. “Not at all, Rebekah. We were just finishing up here.”

Rebekah’s eyes flicker between them, sensing the tension in the air but choosing to ignore it for the moment. “I wanted to check on Hayley and see if she needs anything before dinner.”

Hayley smiles, her expression mixed with gratitude and a hint of disappointment. “I’m fine, Rebekah. Thank you.”

Rebekah nods and gives Elijah a meaningful look before leaving the room. Elijah turns back to Hayley, his expression softer than before.

“I guess it’s not the right time,” he says quietly, his voice filled with regret.

Hayley reaches out and places a hand on his. “It’s not that. It’s just… there’s so much going on right now. I need to focus on the baby and everything that’s happening.”

Elijah nods, his heart heavy but understanding. “Of course. We’ll take things one step at a time. I’m here for you, Hayley, no matter what.”

As the evening settles in, the connection between Elijah and Hayley remains unspoken but palpable. The bond they share is a source of solace and strength amidst the chaos, and though their feelings are complicated by the circumstances, they both find comfort in knowing they have each other.

As the days continue to pass, the Mikaelson mansion settles into a semblance of routine, despite the underlying tension. Hayley’s pregnancy progresses, and with it, the atmosphere in the house becomes a delicate balance between the fragile peace maintained by Elijah and Rebekah and the storm brewing with Klaus’s continued resentment.

Unbeknownst to the Mikaelsons, the witches in the French Quarter have been closely monitoring the situation. Their interest in Hayley’s pregnancy is more than mere curiosity. it’s part of a carefully orchestrated plan.

One evening, Sophie Deveraux and her fellow witches gather in a hidden meeting place, away from prying eyes. The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of burning sage and the soft glow of candlelight. The air is charged with an undercurrent of dark magic, and the witches’ murmurs are laced with anticipation and intrigue.

“We’ve been watching the situation closely,” Sophie begins, her voice low but commanding. “The child Hayley carries is of significant interest to us. It has the potential to tip the balance of power in our favor.”

A witch named Leah, younger and more impulsive, speaks up. “But the Mikaelsons are powerful. If they find out what we’re planning…”

Sophie raises a hand to silence her. “They won’t find out if we do this right. We need to be strategic. The child is not just a pawn; it’s an opportunity. By taking the baby once it’s born, we can leverage it to gain favor and possibly control over the Mikaelsons.”

Another witch, Maria, a more experienced and cautious member of the coven, adds, “And what about Hayley? She’s an ally of the Mikaelsons. If we take the child, she’ll be a liability. We need to consider how to deal with her as well.”

Sophie’s gaze sharpens. “We’ll need to ensure that Hayley is rendered powerless to interfere. It’s crucial that we act quickly and discreetly. The longer we wait, the more likely it is that the Mikaelsons will discover our plans.”

The witches nod in agreement, their expressions a mixture of determination and eagerness. Sophie’s plan is bold and risky, but she’s confident in their ability to execute it. The power and influence they could gain from such a move are too enticing to ignore.

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Hayley is enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. She sits in the garden, a place that has become her sanctuary. The warm sun on her face and the gentle breeze offer a brief respite from the constant strain. Elijah joins her, carrying a tray with a light meal and fresh lemonade.

“You seem more at ease today,” Elijah observes, setting the tray down and taking a seat beside her.

Hayley smiles faintly, her hand resting on her belly. “It’s the little things that help. The garden is peaceful, and it’s moments like these that make everything feel a bit more normal.”

Elijah watches her with a tender gaze, his feelings for her growing stronger with each passing day. “I’m glad you find some comfort here. We’re doing everything we can to make sure you and the baby are safe.”

Hayley nods, her expression thoughtful. “I know. I appreciate everything you and Rebekah have done for me. It means a lot, especially when things feel so uncertain.”

Their conversation is interrupted by the distant sound of footsteps. Rebekah approaches, her face showing a mix of concern and resolve. “Elijah, Hayley, I need to speak with you both for a moment.”

Elijah stands, offering Hayley a supportive smile before following Rebekah to a quieter corner of the garden. Hayley remains seated, her thoughts drifting to the conversation she’d had with Elijah and the growing bond between them.

As Rebekah and Elijah converse in hushed tones, their discussion is focused on the latest developments and their concerns about Klaus’s continued detachment. They’ve been working tirelessly to ensure Hayley’s safety, but with the witches’ plans unknown to them, there’s an added layer of danger that they are not yet aware of.

Sophie and her coven, where they are finalizing their plan. The witches prepare for the next phase of their scheme, confident that their calculated approach will allow them to seize the opportunity when the time comes.

Their conversation concludes, and the witches begin to disperse, each focused on their assigned tasks. Sophie remains behind, her eyes reflecting a cold determination. The plan to take Hayley’s baby is set in motion, and she is resolved to see it through, no matter the cost.

Back in the mansion, the sense of normalcy is only a facade. The impending threat from the witches looms on the horizon, an unseen danger that threatens to disrupt the fragile equilibrium that Elijah and Rebekah have worked so hard to maintain. As Hayley and the Mikaelsons continue their lives, they remain blissfully unaware of the dark forces conspiring against them, waiting for the moment to strike.

The stage is set for a confrontation that will test the limits of their strength, loyalty, and resolve. For now, the mansion continues its uneasy peace, but the shadows are growing longer, and the threat of the witches’ plan casts a dark cloud over the future.

The tension in the mansion is nearly unbearable as days stretch on, and the looming threat from the witches remains unseen by the Mikaelsons. Elijah, growing increasingly frustrated with Klaus’s obstinacy, decides to confront his brother directly. The hope is that by appealing to Klaus’s sense of family and responsibility, he might finally break through the stubborn wall of resentment.

One evening, Elijah finds Klaus in his study, a room filled with artifacts and relics that reflect Klaus’s long history. Klaus is brooding over a glass of wine, the dim light casting shadows across his face. Elijah enters, his expression a mix of determination and weariness.

“Niklaus, we need to talk,” Elijah begins, his voice firm but calm.

Klaus looks up, his eyes narrowing. “What is it now, Elijah? Haven’t you made enough attempts to ‘talk’ with me?”

Elijah takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. “This isn’t just about our family feud or your personal grievances. This is about Hayley and the baby. Your continued hostility is doing nothing but causing more harm.”

Klaus’s face hardens, his eyes flashing with defiance. “You don’t understand, Elijah. I never wanted any of this. I didn’t ask for this child to come into our lives, and I certainly didn’t ask for the complications that have followed.”

Elijah’s frustration is evident, but he keeps his voice steady. “It’s not about what you wanted or didn’t want. It’s about the reality we’re facing now. Hayley is carrying your child. Regardless of how you feel about her, you have a responsibility. Running away from it won’t change anything.”

Klaus stands, his posture rigid and defensive. “Responsibility? You think I’m avoiding my responsibilities? I’m trying to protect what’s left of my family from becoming entangled in this mess. The more we involve ourselves, the more danger we invite.”

Elijah’s patience wears thin, but he tries to stay calm. “And what about Hayley? What about the child? You’re ignoring the fact that your actions. or lack thereof are affecting them deeply. You’re pushing them away, and that’s not helping anyone.”

Klaus’s gaze hardens further, a mixture of anger and resentment surfacing. “You don’t understand what it’s like, Elijah. I’ve been betrayed, hunted, and tormented for centuries. Why should I suddenly care about this child? Why should I pretend that everything’s fine?”

Elijah steps closer, his voice rising with frustration. “Because it’s the right thing to do! We’ve always been a family, despite our flaws. And now, more than ever, we need to come together. If you can’t see that, then you’re losing sight of what truly matters.”

Klaus’s expression falters momentarily, a flicker of vulnerability showing through his anger. But he quickly masks it with a scowl. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to you lecture me about what matters. I’ve made my decisions, and I’m not changing them.”

Elijah’s shoulders sag in resignation. He takes a step back, his disappointment evident. “Very well. But don’t expect us to stand by quietly while you refuse to see reason. We will protect Hayley and the baby, with or without your help.”

With that, Elijah turns and leaves the study, the door closing behind him with a definitive click. Klaus remains standing, the weight of Elijah’s words lingering in the air. He stares at the wine in his glass, the reflection of his own frustration and isolation staring back at him.

As Elijah walks away, he feels a deep sense of concern. Klaus’s refusal to acknowledge the importance of their situation is disheartening, but Elijah knows that he cannot give up. The stakes are too high, and the consequences of inaction are too great.

In the quiet of the mansion, the distance between Klaus and the rest of the family feels more pronounced than ever. Elijah and Rebekah are left to navigate the turbulent waters on their own, their efforts to support Hayley and prepare for the challenges ahead made even more difficult by Klaus’s obstinacy.

The threat from the witches remains a looming shadow, and the Mikaelsons must face the reality of their situation. With Klaus unwilling to listen, the burden falls on Elijah and Rebekah to protect Hayley and the unborn child from the dangers that lie ahead, while also trying to mend the rift within their family.

The compound, once a symbol of unity and power, now stands as a battleground of unresolved conflicts and impending threats. And as the days move forward, the challenges facing the Mikaelsons become ever more apparent, with the stakes growing higher and the need for unity more urgent than ever.

The tension within the mansion reaches a new height as the days stretch on, and the challenges of Hayley’s pregnancy continue to weigh heavily on everyone. Klaus’s continued distance and refusal to acknowledge his role in the situation have become a source of increasing frustration for his siblings.

In the midst of this turmoil, Rebekah reaches a breaking point. After Elijah’s failed attempt to reason with Klaus, Rebekah decides to confront her brother herself, hoping that a more personal approach might break through his stubbornness.

One evening, as the house settles into a quiet she finds Klaus in the study, the same room where Elijah had earlier confronted him. Klaus is once again brooding over a glass of wine, his thoughts clearly troubled. Rebekah enters, her expression resolute and her posture firm.

“Klaus, we need to talk,” Rebekah begins, her voice steady but laced with frustration.

Klaus looks up, a trace of irritation crossing his features. “What more is there to discuss, Rebekah? I’ve already made my position clear.”

Rebekah steps closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. “It’s not about what you’ve made clear. It’s about the reality of the situation. That child. your child will be born soon, and you’re acting like it doesn’t matter.”

Klaus’s face hardens, his defenses rising. “I’ve told you, I never wanted this. I never asked for this complication in my life.”

Rebekah’s frustration boils over. “How can you be so callous? That child is yours. You made it. And despite everything, it’s a part of you. How do you think that child will feel knowing that their father doesn’t care about them? That he actively chooses to ignore their existence?”

Klaus’s expression flickers with something guilt, regret, or perhaps a mix of both. But he quickly masks it with a scowl. “I’m protecting the family. I’m protecting everyone from the consequences of this situation.”

Rebekah shakes her head, her voice rising with emotion. “Protecting them? Or are you just afraid to face your own feelings? That child will grow up knowing that their father never loved them, never cared for them. Do you think that’s what’s best for them? To be a reminder of something unwanted and unacknowledged?”

Klaus’s gaze drops to his glass, his knuckles white as he grips it tightly. “You don’t understand, Rebekah. I’ve always had to guard myself, to protect my heart from being hurt. I didn’t want this child to be another source of pain.”

Rebekah’s voice softens, but her determination remains. “Klaus, you can’t protect yourself from everything. Sometimes, you have to face your fears, your emotions. That child deserves to know that they’re loved, even if it’s difficult for you. They deserve to know that their father was willing to make an effort, to show that he cared.”

Klaus’s defenses begin to crumble under Rebekah’s impassioned words. He looks up, his eyes haunted by a mix of fear and regret. “And what if I can’t? What if I’m too afraid to give them what they need?”

Rebekah steps closer, her voice a mixture of compassion and resolve. “Then you need to find a way to overcome that fear. For the sake of the child, for Hayley, and for the sake of the family. We’re all in this together. You can’t just shut yourself off and expect everything to turn out fine.”

Klaus remains silent, his gaze distant as he processes her words. The weight of his responsibilities and fears seems to press down on him, leaving him at a crossroads. Rebekah’s words resonate with him, but the path forward remains unclear.

Rebekah takes a deep breath, her expression softening. “I’m not asking you to change overnight, Klaus. Just… think about what’s truly important. The family, the child, and what kind of person you want to be for them. We all make mistakes, but we also have the chance to make things right.”

With that, Rebekah turns and leaves the study, her heart heavy but hopeful. Klaus remains behind, the silence of the room a stark contrast to the heated conversation that had just taken place. He’s left alone with his thoughts, the echoes of Rebekah’s words reverberating through his mind.

As the night deepens, Klaus contemplates his next steps. The walls he’s built around himself seem to be eroding, and the reality of his situation becomes more pressing. Rebekah’s plea for him to embrace his role as a father and to show love for his child challenges him to confront his own fears and insecurities.

In the quiet of the mansion, the delicate balance of emotions and responsibilities continues to shift. With Rebekah’s heartfelt plea and Elijah’s unwavering support, the hope remains that Klaus will eventually find a way to reconcile his fears and take his place as a father, embracing the challenges and responsibilities that come with it.

The atmosphere in the mansion remains tense and strained as the days continue to pass. Elijah, having already confronted Klaus to little effect, decides to make one last, earnest attempt to reach his brother. He understands that Klaus is stubborn and reluctant, but he believes that there is still a chance to make him see the significance of the situation.

One evening, Elijah finds Klaus alone in the study once more, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a single lamp. Klaus is seated at his desk, papers scattered before him, but his mind seems distant. Elijah approaches, his demeanor resolute yet calm.

“Klaus,” Elijah begins, his voice steady, “I know that you don’t want to talk and that you’re not inclined to listen. But just hear me out.”

Klaus looks up from his desk, a mixture of irritation and curiosity in his eyes. “What more is there to say, Elijah? I’ve made my position clear.”

Elijah steps closer, his expression earnest. “I understand that you’re struggling with this situation. I do. But you need to see the bigger picture. This baby… it’s not just a complication. It’s something more.”

Klaus’s gaze narrows, his skepticism apparent. “And what exactly is it supposed to be? Just another burden to bear?”

Elijah shakes his head, his voice filled with conviction. “No, Klaus. The baby is going to be our hope. Our hope for the future of the Mikaelson family. Despite everything that’s happened, this child represents a new beginning a chance for redemption and unity.”

Klaus’s expression remains guarded, but Elijah can see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Hope? Redemption? You can’t be serious.”

Elijah’s tone softens, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. “I am serious. The Mikaelson family has endured countless trials and betrayals. We’ve faced darkness and hardship. But this child… this child could be a symbol of something better. It’s a chance for us to heal, to come together, and to build something new.”

Klaus’s gaze drifts to the window, his expression contemplative. “And you really believe that this child can change everything? That it will somehow fix what’s been broken?”

Elijah nods, his voice filled with quiet conviction. “I do believe it. I believe that this child represents more than just a continuation of our family line. It’s a chance for us to start fresh, to move beyond our past mistakes and create a future where we can find peace and unity.”

Klaus remains silent for a moment, the weight of Elijah’s words settling over him. He’s always been a man driven by his fears and insecurities, but Elijah’s plea resonates with a part of him that’s yearning for something more a chance to mend the broken pieces of his life and his family.

Elijah takes a deep breath, his expression hopeful. “Klaus, I know this is difficult. I know it’s not what you wanted or expected. But sometimes, the greatest challenges bring the greatest opportunities. This child could be our chance to finally find what we’ve all been searching for hope, redemption, and a chance to rebuild.”

Klaus’s expression softens slightly, a hint of the conflict within him visible. “And what if I can’t be what you need me to be? What if I’m too afraid to embrace this?”

Elijah places a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his voice filled with empathy. “Then you take it one step at a time. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to try. For the sake of the child, for Hayley, and for the future of our family.”

Klaus’s gaze meets Elijah’s, and for the first time, there’s a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. The walls he’s built around himself seem to be cracking, and the possibility of change, though daunting, begins to take shape.

Elijah offers a reassuring smile, hoping that Klaus will take the first step towards accepting his role and embracing the hope that the child represents. With that, Elijah turns and leaves the study, giving Klaus the space to process the weight of their conversation.

As the night settles over the mansion, Klaus is left alone with his thoughts, the echoes of Elijah’s words resonating in his mind. The idea of the child as a symbol of hope and redemption challenges his long held beliefs and fears, presenting him with a choice that could define the future of the Mikaelson family.

The mansion, once a place of discord and struggle, now holds the potential for change. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with Elijah’s heartfelt plea and the promise of a new beginning, there’s a glimmer of hope that the family may find a way to heal and unite, starting with the new life that’s about to enter their world.

As the night deepens, Elijah finds Hayley in the garden, her sanctuary amidst the chaos of the mansion. She’s seated on a bench, her hands resting gently on her growing belly. The garden’s tranquility provides a temporary escape from the tumultuous atmosphere inside the house. Elijah approaches, his expression thoughtful.

“Hayley,” Elijah begins softly, “I wanted to talk to you about something important.”

Hayley looks up, her expression curious and a bit weary. “What is it, Elijah?”

Elijah takes a seat beside her, his tone earnest. “I’ve been speaking with Klaus, trying to make him see the significance of the situation. I believe that this baby, your child… it’s more than just a new life. It’s a symbol of hope for the Mikaelson family.”

Hayley furrows her brow, clearly puzzled. “Hope? I don’t understand. How can a baby be a symbol of hope for your family? It seems like such a heavy burden to place on a child.”

Elijah nods, understanding her confusion. “It’s not just about the child carrying a burden. It’s about what this child represents. For us, the Mikaelsons, this baby is a chance for a new beginning. a chance to mend old wounds and find a path towards redemption.”

Hayley’s eyes search Elijah’s face, trying to grasp the full meaning of his words. “But what if Klaus doesn’t see it that way? What if he never comes around?”

Elijah’s expression is a mix of determination and concern. “I’m hopeful that he will. We’ve faced so much darkness and strife. This child could be the catalyst for change, a way for us to come together as a family and start anew. It’s a chance for us to rebuild and find a way forward.”

Hayley remains silent for a moment, processing Elijah’s words. The idea of the baby being a beacon of hope is both daunting and comforting. “I want to believe that. I really do. But right now, it feels like everything is falling apart.”

Elijah places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It may seem that way now, but sometimes the greatest changes come from the most difficult circumstances. We have to hold on to hope, even when it’s hard to see.”

As their conversation continues, the scene shifts to the French Quarter, where the witches are gathered once again in their hidden meeting place. The air is thick with the scent of burning herbs and the murmur of incantations. Sophie Deveraux and her coven are deep in discussion, their focus on the impending birth of Hayley’s child.

“We’ve observed that the Mikaelsons are placing great importance on this child,” Sophie says, her tone contemplative. “They see it as their hope for redemption and a new beginning.”

Leah, one of the younger witches, looks up with curiosity. “Does this change our plans?”

Sophie shakes her head, her expression determined. “No. If anything, it makes our actions even more crucial. The more they invest in this child, the more devastating it will be for them when we take it from them.”

Maria, an experienced witch, adds, “And what about Hayley? She’s already vulnerable. If we remove the child, we’ll need to be prepared for her reaction.”

Sophie’s gaze sharpens with resolve. “We’ll handle Hayley as needed. Our primary goal is to ensure that the Mikaelsons are thrown into chaos. By taking the child, we’ll not only gain leverage but also demonstrate our power. The Mikaelsons have always underestimated us. This is our chance to show them what we’re capable of.”

The witches nod in agreement, their faces set with determination. The plan to take the child remains firmly in place, with the goal of exploiting the family’s emotional investment in the baby.

As the meeting concludes, the witches disperse, each focused on their part of the scheme. Sophie remains behind, her thoughts centered on the impending birth and the potential impact of their actions.

Back in the mansion, Elijah and Hayley’s conversation comes to a close, leaving Hayley with a mixture of hope and apprehension. The promise of a new beginning is tempered by the reality of the challenges they face. As she prepares to return inside, her thoughts are heavy with the uncertainty of the future.

The stage is set for a dramatic clash between the Mikaelsons and the witches. With the baby representing both hope and vulnerability, the coming days will test the strength and resilience of the family, as they confront the dark forces conspiring against them and navigate the path to redemption and unity.

In the dimly lit room, Hayley sat with a laptop open on her lap, her attention focused on the screen. She typed with a sense of purpose, the glow from the monitor casting a soft light on her face. The atmosphere was calm, punctuated only by the gentle tapping of the keyboard.

Klaus stood a short distance away, his back facing Hayley. He glanced over his shoulder, a subtle smile forming on his lips as he observed her from afar. There was a quiet, almost detached curiosity in his expression, his emotions masked behind a calm exterior.

Hayley paused her typing and looked up, catching Klaus’s reflection in the laptop screen. “I think it’s going to be a girl,” she said, her tone revealing a mix of certainty and hope.

Klaus’s smile remained, but he said nothing in response. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the window, allowing the moment to

Klaus was pacing the grand halls of the compound, his thoughts heavy with the weight of his responsibilities. The usual calm of the estate was disrupted by a sudden sense of urgency that had taken hold of him. As he walked past the lounge, he caught sight of Hayley, who was sitting on a sofa, her face contorted in pain.

“Klaus...” she said weakly as he approached, her hand resting on her abdomen.

Klaus’s heart tightened. He knelt beside her, his usual composure replaced by genuine worry. “What’s happening? Are you in pain?”

Hayley nodded, her face pale. “It’s been getting worse. I didn’t want to worry you, but I can’t seem to make it stop.”

Without hesitation, Klaus stood and called for one of the trusted witches who frequented the compound. “I need you here now,” he instructed, his voice urgent. “Hayley’s in pain, and we need your help.”

The witch arrived promptly, her expression serious as she assessed Hayley’s condition. She began muttering incantations and performing a series of tests, her concentration intense. Klaus stood nearby, his anxiety palpable as he watched her work.

As the minutes ticked by, Klaus’s mind raced. He glanced at Hayley, her pained expression a stark reminder of the life she carried. The weight of his feelings for their unborn child began to settle on him, revealing a depth of emotion he had previously ignored.

When the witch finally looked up, her expression a mix of relief and reassurance, Klaus felt a wave of tension lift. “The child is fine,” she said. “It’s just a bit of stress. Hayley needs to rest.”

Klaus exhaled deeply, the realization hitting him with full force. The fear and relief he felt were more than just concern for Hayley; they were tied to the child she was carrying. He understood now how deeply he cared for this unborn life, a realization that left him both unsettled and enlightened.

As the witch left and Klaus helped Hayley settle more comfortably, he remained by her side. His gaze lingered on her with newfound understanding, the realization of his love for their child settling within him like a revelation. The compound’s grandeur seemed to fade in comparison to the personal, emotional journey he was undergoing.

Ever since that day at the compound, Klaus’s demeanor had subtly changed. The revelation of his deep-seated feelings for his unborn child had transformed his interactions with Hayley. Where he once kept a cautious distance, he now sought moments to connect with her and the baby growing within her.

Each day, Klaus found himself gravitating towards Hayley. He would spend hours in her company, sitting beside her as she rested. His presence, once reserved and distant, became a constant, supportive anchor.

Klaus took to gently placing his hand on Hayley’s belly, feeling the subtle movements of the baby beneath his palm. He would talk softly to the unborn child, his voice carrying a tender warmth. “Hello, little one,” he would say with a rare softness in his tone. “I’m your father. I promise to do everything I can to protect you.”

Hayley watched these moments with a quiet smile, touched by Klaus’s newfound commitment. She could see the change in him. his actions spoke of a love that had blossomed, a bond forming despite the complexities of their past.

Klaus’s care extended beyond words. He would often bring small gifts for the baby, things he thought would be useful or meaningful. He attended to Hayley’s needs with a dedicated attentiveness, ensuring she was comfortable and supported.

In the quiet moments of the evening, Klaus would sit by Hayley’s side, reading to her and the baby from his favorite books. His voice, once cold and commanding, now carried a soothing cadence, creating a comforting environment for both mother and child.

As the days turned into weeks, Klaus’s commitment to his unborn child became more apparent. His once distant, guarded demeanor was replaced with a genuine, nurturing presence. The bond he shared with Hayley and their baby was now a defining part of his life. a new chapter he embraced with an unexpected, heartfelt devotion.

The changes in Klaus did not go unnoticed by his siblings. Elijah and Rebekah had observed Klaus's newfound devotion and were quietly pleased by the transformation. His once aloof demeanor had softened, and the way he interacted with Hayley and the unborn child revealed a depth of feeling they hadn’t seen before.

One evening, as they gathered in the family lounge, Rebekah turned to Elijah, her eyes reflecting both relief and happiness. “Have you noticed that he’s been so different? so much more engaged and caring.”

Elijah nodded, a rare smile touching his lips. “I have noticed. It seems that he’s finally found something that truly matters to him. It’s as if the impending arrival of his child has given him a new purpose.”

Rebekah’s eyes sparkled with warmth. “It’s good to see him like this. The baby will bring a new dynamic to our family. one that we’ve needed.”

Elijah agreed, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I think it’s time for Kol and Freya to come back. This child. our niece or nephew. is going to be a beacon of hope for the family. We should let them know.”

Elijah picked up the phone and dialed Kol’s number. After a few rings, Kol’s familiar voice answered. “Elijah, what’s going on?”

“Elijah here. I hope you’re well. I’m calling because there’s news that I believe you need to hear. Klaus has changed remarkably. He’s been deeply involved with Hayley and the baby. It’s clear now that this child will be more than just a new member of our family. This baby is to be the hope for us all.”

Kol’s curiosity piqued. “The hope? Explain.”

“Our family has faced countless challenges,” Elijah continued. “But with this child, Klaus is finding a new sense of purpose. This baby represents a chance for a new beginning. a chance for healing and unity. It’s important that you come back. We need to come together as a family for this new chapter.”

Kol paused, taking in the weight of Elijah’s words. “I see. I’ll make arrangements to return. This is significant. Thank you for letting me know.”

As the call ended, Elijah turned to Rebekah, his expression resolute. “Kol will be back soon. It’s important that we support Klaus and this child, and ensure that our family remains united through this new beginning.”

Rebekah nodded, her smile broadening. “It’s a hopeful sign, Elijah. We’re on the brink of something new, and it’s about time.”

As Elijah and Rebekah prepared for Kol’s return, the atmosphere within the compound was filled with a renewed sense of hope and anticipation. Klaus’s transformation was a sign of positive change, and the arrival of the baby was seen as a beacon of renewal for the family.

However, hidden from their joyous preparations, a dark plot was brewing. A faction of witches, discontent with the balance of power and fearful of the child’s potential influence, had set their sights on the unborn baby. They believed that the child’s unique heritage and potential for immense power could tip the scales in their favor, and they were determined to seize this opportunity.

The witches, led by a cunning and ambitious figure, gathered in a dimly lit, secretive lair. Their leader spoke with a voice dripping with malevolence. “The child Klaus and Hayley are expecting is not just a new member of their family; it’s a potential key to great power. We must act swiftly and decisively.”

One of the witches, a young woman with a sharp gaze, nodded. “We need to approach this carefully. The child’s protection is formidable, but we have ways of bypassing their defenses.”

As the witches made their plans, Klaus remained unaware of the impending danger. He continued to bond with Hayley and their unborn child, his efforts to prepare for the baby’s arrival growing stronger each day. His attention was solely focused on ensuring that the child would have a safe and loving environment.

Klaus and Elijah were walking through the courtyard of the compound, discussing the final preparations for the baby’s arrival and Kol’s impending return. The air was thick with anticipation, but a lingering tension undercut their conversation. Klaus, despite his newfound dedication, couldn’t shake the feeling that something ominous was on the horizon.

As they rounded a corner, they were met by a figure stepping out of the shadows. a man with a smug smile and a malicious glint in his eyes. He was someone they both recognized, an enemy from their past who had no love for the Mikaelsons.

“Ah, Klaus,” the man drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The great Original Hybrid, about to become a father. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Klaus stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the intruder. Elijah, ever composed, took a step closer to his brother, ready to support him if needed.

The man continued, his smile widening. “I can’t help but feel sorry for the child. Imagine having a father like you, Klaus. A man who has caused nothing but trouble and pain wherever he goes.”

Klaus’s jaw tightened, the man’s words striking a nerve. But before he could respond, the man took a step closer, his tone growing more venomous. “Your child doesn’t stand a chance, not with you as a father. You’ve left a trail of bodies and broken hearts across centuries. what kind of life will your child have, being raised by a monster?”

Elijah’s eyes darkened, but he remained silent, letting Klaus take the lead. He knew his brother well enough to understand that this confrontation would cut deep, yet he trusted Klaus to handle it in his own way.

Klaus stepped forward, his expression cold and dangerous. “You’d do well to watch your tongue,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “You know nothing of what I’ve endured, or what I’ll do to protect my child.”

The man sneered. “Protect? You’ve brought nothing but destruction to everyone around you. What makes you think you’re capable of being a father? Your child is doomed to suffer because of you.”

Klaus felt a surge of anger, but beneath it, there was a sliver of doubt. an echo of his deepest fears. Yet, as he looked at the man before him, Klaus’s resolve hardened. He refused to let this man, or anyone else, dictate his future or undermine his commitment to his child.

With a calmness that belied the storm raging inside him, Klaus replied, “My past may be bloody, but I won’t let it define my future, or my child’s. You can say what you like, but this child will know love and protection. Things I’ve learned to value in ways you’ll never understand.”

The man’s smirk faltered slightly, sensing the steely determination in Klaus’s words. Elijah stepped forward then, his presence a silent but powerful reminder of the family’s unity. “I suggest you leave, before my brother decides to show you just how much he’s changed,” Elijah warned, his voice steady and controlled.

The man hesitated, then took a step back, recognizing the danger he was in. “We’ll see, Klaus. We’ll see if you can really change.” With that, he turned and melted back into the shadows, leaving Klaus and Elijah alone once more.

As the figure disappeared, Elijah looked at Klaus, his expression a mix of concern and support. “You handled that well, brother,” he said softly.

Klaus nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on the spot where the man had stood. “I won’t let anyone threaten my family,” he murmured, more to himself than to Elijah. “Not now, not ever.”

Elijah placed a reassuring hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “And you won’t have to. We’re all in this together, Klaus. We’ll protect this child, no matter what.”

Klaus turned to his brother, his expression softening slightly. “Thank you, Elijah,” he said quietly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that.”

With that, the brothers continued their walk, but the encounter lingered in their minds. a reminder that while Klaus had made strides toward change, the world still held those who doubted his capacity for it. And as the days ahead would prove, the challenges to his resolve were far from over.

Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes sat in her office, the quiet of the evening settling around her as she went through the last of the day’s paperwork. Her mind, however, wasn’t on the reports in front of her. Instead, it drifted to thoughts of her daughter, Caroline. Though Caroline was now an adult and carving out her own path, Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel a longing in her heart—a desire for the days when she had a child to raise and care for.

As the door to her office creaked open, Sheriff Rodriguez, a fellow officer and longtime acquaintance, strolled in with his usual swagger. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Elizabeth’s pensive expression.

“Lost in thought, Liz?” Rodriguez asked, his tone casual yet inquisitive.

Elizabeth looked up, her thoughts momentarily interrupted. “Just thinking about Caroline. She’s all grown up now. I can’t help but miss having a child to raise, someone who still needs me.”

Rodriguez raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’re not the type to get all sentimental, Liz. But I get it. Kids grow up fast, don’t they?”

Elizabeth sighed, leaning back in her chair. “They do. And as proud as I am of Caroline, I miss the days when she was younger. I guess I’m just... feeling a bit nostalgic.”

Rodriguez’s smirk deepened, a glint of something mischievous in his eyes. “Well, if it’s another kid you’re looking to raise, I might have a lead for you.”

Elizabeth looked at him curiously. “What are you talking about?”

Rodriguez stepped further into the room, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve heard some interesting gossip around town. Word is, the Original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. and a werewolf are expecting a baby.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened slightly, her interest piqued. “Klaus Mikaelson? The same Klaus who’s been wreaking havoc in New Orleans and Mystic Falls? And he’s having a child?”

Rodriguez nodded, his smirk never fading. “That’s right. And you know, with all the trouble he’s caused over the years, some folks are wondering if that baby might end up needing a more... stable environment. Someone with experience raising a child in a complicated world.”

Elizabeth frowned, her thoughts racing. The idea of Klaus Mikaelson being a father was hard to reconcile with the image of the ruthless, dangerous hybrid she knew. But the idea of a vulnerable child being brought into such a turbulent situation stirred something protective within her.

“I don’t know, Rodriguez,” Elizabeth said cautiously. “That’s a dangerous situation. But... if that child ever needed help, I’d want to be there for them.”

Rodriguez shrugged, his smirk turning into a more serious expression. “Just something to think about, Liz. That baby could end up being more important than any of us realize. And if anyone’s got the experience to step in, it’s you.”

Elizabeth nodded slowly, her mind now fully engaged with the implications of what Rodriguez had suggested. As he left her office, she sat quietly, contemplating the possibility of becoming involved in the life of the unborn child of the most feared supernatural being in Mystic Falls.

The thought was daunting, but also strangely appealing. And though she didn’t yet know how things would unfold, Elizabeth Forbes felt a new sense of purpose stirring within her.

Rebekah and Elijah sat in one of the quieter rooms of the compound, discussing the future with a mix of hope and trepidation. The upcoming arrival of Klaus and Hayley’s baby had brought a new dynamic to their family, and they both felt the weight of the responsibility that lay ahead.

“I’ve been thinking about the baby,” Rebekah said, her voice soft yet thoughtful. “It’s incredible to see Klaus so involved, so caring. I never thought I’d see this side of him.”

Elijah nodded, a fond smile touching his lips. “It’s true. The child has already changed him in ways I didn’t think possible. There’s a vulnerability in him now, a sense of purpose that’s quite remarkable.”

Rebekah leaned back, her expression dreamy. “Do you think it’s going to be a girl? I’ve always imagined Klaus having a daughter. Someone who can bring out the best in him, someone he’d be fiercely protective of.”

Elijah considered her words. “Hayley seems to believe it will be a girl. She has a mother’s intuition, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s right. Regardless, boy or girl, this child will be loved and protected by all of us.”

As they continued their conversation, Hayley was sitting in her room, a laptop on her lap as she browsed through various baby items. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was carrying a daughter, and the thought filled her with a sense of joy and anticipation.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up to see Klaus entering the room. He approached her with his usual grace, a tender smile playing on his lips as he saw the glow in her eyes.

“Klaus,” Hayley said, her voice soft but excited. “I’ve been thinking... I really believe we’re having a girl.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “A girl, you say? And what makes you so certain?”

Hayley placed a hand on her belly, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I just have this feeling. Call it a mother’s intuition, but I’m convinced. Our daughter is going to be strong and beautiful, just like her father.”

Klaus’s expression softened as he sat beside Hayley, placing a hand gently on her belly. “A daughter,” he mused, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and pride. “I suppose I could imagine that. She’d be fierce, undoubtedly. And I’d do everything in my power to protect her.”

Hayley nodded, her eyes shining with affection. “I know you will, Klaus. And she’ll be lucky to have you as her father.”

Klaus looked at her, his smile widening. “And she’ll be lucky to have you as her mother, Hayley. We’ll make sure she has everything she needs, and more.”

As they sat together, imagining the future with their daughter, the bond between them grew stronger. Despite the challenges they had faced, and those yet to come, they felt united in their commitment to the life they were bringing into the world.

Unbeknownst to them, the conversation between Rebekah and Elijah continued nearby, filled with similar hopes and dreams for the baby’s arrival. The Mikaelson family, despite its many trials, was coming together in anticipation of a new beginning. One that promised both challenges and profound joy.

Elijah was in his study, reviewing some old texts as he pondered the future of their family. The atmosphere in the compound had shifted significantly with the impending arrival of Klaus and Hayley’s child, and Elijah was determined to ensure that everything was in place for the new addition. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Kol.

A small smile formed on Elijah’s lips as he answered, “Kol, I’ve been expecting your call. Are you on your way?”

On the other end of the line, Kol’s voice was sharp and laced with bitterness. “Elijah, I’ve changed my mind. I won’t be coming back. Why should I? What’s the point when Klaus still has those daggers and the same penchant for using them on us?”

Elijah’s smile faded, replaced by concern. “Kol, you know that things have changed. Klaus is different now. He’s preparing for the birth of his child, our niece or nephew. This baby is going to be the hope our family needs. the hope you need.”

Kol let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Hope? You’re telling me that this child, Klaus’s child, is going to be our salvation? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. I’ve spent centuries watching Klaus tear our family apart, and now you expect me to believe that he’s suddenly a changed man because he’s going to be a father?”

“Kol,” Elijah began, trying to keep his voice calm, “I understand your doubts, but this child is different. Klaus is different. We have a chance to start anew, to be the family we’ve always wanted to be. This child represents a future we’ve never had. a future worth fighting for.”

But Kol wasn’t swayed. “You talk about hope, Elijah, but all I see is the same cycle repeating itself. Klaus may be playing the doting father now, but how long before he reverts to his old ways? How long before one of us ends up with a dagger in our chest again?”

Elijah took a deep breath, knowing that convincing Kol wouldn’t be easy. “Kol, I can’t force you to return, but I ask you to consider this: we’ve all suffered at Klaus’s hands, but we’ve also seen the potential for change in him. This child is a chance for all of us to heal, to rebuild. I believe in that hope, and I believe that you could, too.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Elijah thought Kol might be reconsidering. But then Kol spoke, his tone colder than before. “You’re a fool, Elijah. You’re blinded by your need to see the good in Klaus. I’ve lived through too many of his betrayals to believe that anything will change now. If you want to place your faith in this child, go ahead. But I refuse to be dragged into another one of Klaus’s schemes. I don’t believe in hope, and I certainly don’t believe in him.”

With that, the line went dead. Elijah stared at the phone in his hand, a deep sense of disappointment washing over him. Kol’s words had cut deep, not because Elijah doubted Klaus or the future they were building, but because he knew how much his brother’s cynicism stemmed from the pain they had all endured.

Rebekah entered the room, noticing the troubled expression on Elijah’s face. “What’s wrong, Elijah? Who was that?”

Elijah sighed, setting the phone down. “It was Kol. He’s decided not to return. He doesn’t believe in the hope this child represents. He’s still holding on to the past, to the pain Klaus has caused us.”

Rebekah frowned, her heart sinking. “Kol’s always been the most stubborn of us. But maybe in time, he’ll come around. Maybe once the baby is born, he’ll see that things can be different.”

Elijah nodded, though the weight of Kol’s words lingered. “Perhaps. But for now, we must continue to prepare without him. This child will be our hope, even if Kol doesn’t believe it yet.”

As Rebekah reached out to place a comforting hand on Elijah’s shoulder, they both knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. But no matter the obstacles, they were determined to protect their family and the future that rested on the tiny heartbeat growing within Hayley.

Rebekah wandered through the halls of the Mikaelson compound, lost in her thoughts about the recent conversation with Elijah. The anticipation of the baby’s arrival was palpable, and despite the lingering tension with Kol, she felt a sense of hope that had been absent for far too long.

As she passed by one of the rooms, she paused, noticing the door slightly ajar. Curious, she peeked inside and was met with a sight she never expected to see.

Klaus was in the middle of the room, focused intently on his task. The walls were freshly painted a soft, delicate pink, with whimsical princess designs decorating the space. A beautifully crafted crib stood against one wall, and Klaus was carefully assembling what appeared to be a princess castle, its intricate details already taking shape. Nearby, a changing table had been meticulously put together, ready for the arrival of the baby.

For a moment, Rebekah simply watched, a soft smile spreading across her face. It was a rare sight to see Klaus like this. so focused, so invested in something other than power or revenge. This was a side of him she hadn’t seen in centuries, a side she’d almost forgotten existed.

She stepped into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but Klaus sensed her presence and looked up, meeting her gaze.

Rebekah smiled warmly. “So, it’s official then? You and Hayley think it’s going to be a girl.”

Klaus returned her smile, though there was a hint of pride in his eyes. “It would seem so. Hayley is quite convinced, and I find myself hoping she’s right. A daughter... it feels right.”

Rebekah walked over to the crib, running her hand along the smooth wood. “A princess for the Original Hybrid. Who would have thought?” She glanced at Klaus, her smile growing. “I have to admit, I’m impressed. You’ve really outdone yourself here, Nik.”

Klaus chuckled softly, his tone light. “If my daughter is to grow up in this world, she deserves nothing but the best. I intend to give her everything I never had, and more.”

Rebekah nodded, her heart swelling with affection for her brother. “She’ll be lucky to have you as her father. And we’ll all be here to help you, to help her.”

Klaus’s expression softened, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. “This child is a chance for us, Rebekah. A chance to be the family we’ve always wanted to be. I won’t let anything happen to her, or to Hayley.”

Rebekah placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. “I know, Nik. And neither will I. We’ll protect her together.”

They stood in the nursery for a moment longer, surrounded by the soft pink walls and the promise of a new beginning. For the first time in centuries, there was a sense of peace in the compound. a sense of hope that things could be different, that the future could hold something more than the pain and conflict that had defined their lives for so long.

As Rebekah left the room, she glanced back at Klaus, who had returned to his work on the princess castle. The sight filled her with a rare sense of optimism. Despite everything they had been through, despite all the challenges that still lay ahead, they were preparing for something beautiful, something worth fighting for.

This scene highlights the deepening bond between Klaus and his unborn child, as well as Rebekah’s support and hope for their family’s future. It paints a picture of Klaus in a more tender, nurturing role, contrasting with his usual demeanor.

Later that evening, after her heartwarming encounter with Klaus, Rebekah found herself pacing in her room. The nursery had stirred feelings of family unity and hope, but she knew that two of her siblings were still missing from this crucial time. Kol and Freya. Kol’s refusal to return had already weighed heavily on her, but Freya’s absence felt even more significant. She had always been their protector, their eldest sister who had sacrificed so much for the family. Rebekah knew they needed her now more than ever.

With a determined sigh, Rebekah picked up her phone and dialed Freya’s number. It rang a few times before Freya’s voice came through, calm but guarded.

“Sister,” Freya greeted, her tone neutral. “It’s been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Rebekah smiled at the sound of her sister’s voice, though there was an underlying tension in her response. “Freya, it’s good to hear your voice. I’ve missed you. We all have.”

Freya was silent for a moment, and Rebekah could almost hear her hesitation. “I’ve missed you too, Rebekah. But I’m not sure this is the right time for me to return. You know how things are with Klaus… I’m not ready to face him again.”

Rebekah sighed, understanding Freya’s reluctance. “I know Klaus has hurt us in the past, and I won’t pretend that everything is suddenly perfect. But things are different now. He’s changing, Freya. He’s going to be a father, and it’s bringing out a side of him I haven’t seen in centuries.”

Freya’s voice softened, but there was still a note of caution. “I’ve heard about the baby. And I want to believe that it’s making him better, that it’s giving him a reason to be more than just the monster he’s been. But Rebekah, I’ve seen him destroy too much to trust that change will last. I can’t come back just to watch him fall apart again… or worse, take us all down with him.”

Rebekah felt a pang of frustration, but she kept her tone gentle. “Freya, I understand your fears. But this baby is a chance for all of us to heal, to come together as a family. We need you here, not just for the child, but for all of us. You’ve always been the one to hold us together. We can’t do this without you.”

There was another long pause, and Rebekah could sense the internal battle Freya was fighting. “Rebekah… I want to believe you. I want to believe that Klaus can be the father this child needs, the brother we need. But I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what he might do if things go wrong. I’ve lost too much already.”

Rebekah closed her eyes, wishing she could reach through the phone and hug her sister. “Freya, you’re not alone in this. We’re all afraid in our own ways. But that’s why we need to be together. This child could be the hope we’ve been searching for. Please, come back. We need you.”

Freya’s sigh was heavy with emotion. “I need some time to think, Rebekah. I’m not saying no, but I can’t say yes right now. I just… I need to be sure.”

Rebekah nodded, even though Freya couldn’t see her. “Take the time you need, Freya. But remember, we’re your family. We’ll stand by you, no matter what.”

“Thank you, Rebekah,” Freya said softly. “I’ll be in touch.”

As the call ended, Rebekah felt a mixture of hope and uncertainty. She had planted the seed, but only time would tell if Freya and Kol would find the courage to return. In the meantime, she knew she had to continue supporting Klaus and the others as they prepared for the arrival of the newest member of the Mikaelson family.

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 4

Word Count- 3.1k

Warnings- Swearing, spoilers obi.

My fingers graze the texture of my history textbook. My eyes read through each line. Before I know it I’m at the end of the page, and yet I can’t recall a single sentence I had just “read.” I let out a loud sigh and closed the book, placing it back in place on my desk. Ever since the day I got kidnapped this has been a problem. Without being on edge, I can’t focus on school work, the people around me, or myself. Every time I walk by someone I instantly tense up to the idea of them being something supernatural. I know that Elena has told me everyone in town that she knows is a part of that world but she can’t possibly know when a complete stranger is. 

Worrying about who is supernatural isn’t the only thing that’s been plaguing my thoughts, either. All night I was tossing and turning with the thought of Elijah. Damon and Elena knew as much as I did about how he was still alive. Elena had told me that a vampire could be killed with a wooden stake, and yet it had only affected Elijah temporarily. 

“He’s going to destroy you.”

Kathrine’s words ring in my ears. Stefan had told me not to believe a word she says, but given that these people don’t seem to know what the hell is going on either, I’ve let her words get to me. The look of fear in her eyes at the thought strikes me to my core every time I think back to it. If a vampire that is magically locked up is afraid of this Elijah guy, then I sure as hell will be too. 

I jump slightly in shock as I hear knocking on my door, I untense when I hear my mother’s voice on the other side though. 

“Y/N, you have a friend here to see you,” I stand up and open my door to talk to her but freeze when I see Damon standing behind her. His lips curve up into a smirk and moves his fingers up and down in a wave as he stares at me.

“Your friend Damon here is so kind to drop in to check on you. I had no idea you were feeling under the weather.” 

I glance at my mother and fight the urge to roll my eyes. Although we look so much alike I couldn’t be more different from her. Where I actually take the time to listen to people and try to understand people my mother seems to only care about what benefits her. I’m not surprised at all that she hasn’t noticed my change in attitude these past few days since she never seemed to care before. 

She clears her throat at the silence she gets from me, “Well, I’ll let you talk. I have to be going anyways,” She turns to Damon who fakes a smile at her, “I have a work trip this weekend.”

“Work on the weekends, well that’s no fun,” Damon responds with a flirtatious tone that makes me want to gag. My mother on the other hand turns red.

“No worries, I always find a way to liven things up,” She leans closer to him, “Even though it would be more fun with some company.”

“Mom, you should be going now,” I interrupt before I throw up on both of them. 

My mother nods and says her goodbyes to both of us, mostly Damon, and walks back down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief but then tense up when I realized that Damon had just entered my room.

“What are you doing here,” I watch as he looks around my small room. After my mother and father’s divorce, my mother wasn’t left with very much money so we had to make do with what we could scrounge up. After moving and divorce costs we left with a tiny 3 bedroom 1 bath single story home here in Mystic Falls. It looks like a shoe box compared to the other houses in this town, but I don’t really care since I plan to move away from here the second I graduate. 

“I need a favor,” Damon says to me as he picks up the stuffed frog I have on my bed and tosses it around in his hands. 

“What kind of favor?”

Damon places the frog back on my bed, “Well, after your and Elena’s little suicide excursion yesterday we’ve magically locked her in her house, and I need you Pukerella to go babysit.” 

I send him a glare at the nickname, “If Elena’s locked in her house why do you need me to babysit her?”

Damon rolls his shoulders and walks towards the door, “I don’t need you to do anything. I want you to go to Elena’s and let me know if she plans on calling the big bad vampire to come sacrifice her.” 

“So you want me to be your spy?”

Damon thinks at the question for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, “Ya, pretty much.”

I shake my head, “I’m not going to spy on my only friend.”

Damon lets out an annoyed groan and pinches the bridge of his nose as if this is the most annoying conversation he’s had, “Fine then you won’t be my spy, you’ll be the babysitter I hired for Elena. There happy? Now come on I got other stuff to do today other than arguing with you, people to go kill and stuff like that you know?”

Damon grabs me by my upper arm and practically drags me out of my room and down the hallway toward the front door. He ignores my yells of anger as he opens the door to his car and pretty much pushes me in. I huff as he speeds over to his side and starts the car.

“Oh and by the way,” I slowly turn my head to glare at him as he starts talking, “You might want to get some vervain for yourself and your family. It was too easy getting your mother to invite me into your quaint home.” 

—-

“We could watch Pretty Woman?” Elena asks Jeremy and I as we sit on the couch. Jeremy lets out a loud groan at the question making Elena laugh.

“Guess not,” She flips through some more channels before she lets out a sound of excitement, “Oh! Grease!” Elena goes to play the movie but Jeremy snatches the remote from her hand.

“No way, not happening. I have seen that movie far too many times because of you and Mom. I’m going to decide.”

It takes Jeremy another 10 minutes to scroll through the channels deciding on a movie. Every time he picks one Elena disagrees and they start arguing over it until they start searching again. This has pretty much been what we’ve been doing for the whole hour in which I’ve been at the Gilbert residence. After Damon kicked me out of his car and drove off I’ve just been listening to the Gilbert siblings argue. It’s not that bad though. Jenna, Jeremy and Elena’s aunt, supplied us with snacks a bunch of snacks before she had to leave for something she had to go do.

“Aha!”

I turn to the TV to see what Jeremy picked and cringe as I see the beginning credits for “The Human Centipede.”

Elena’s sound of disgust mirrors mine as she stands up, “This is no use. Y/N do you just want to go up to my room?” 

I glance at the TV again momentarily and nod my head, “Defiantly.”

—

“You’ve got to read this book I just got,” Elena jumps up from her spot on the floor next to me and goes to her bookshelf, “The romance in it is so steamy and the main male character in it is so hot!” She stops and blushes at what she just said.

“Don’t tell Stefan,” She points at me.

I laugh as I bring my fingers to my lips and pretend to lock them, “You’re secret is safe with me.”

Elena and I had been making small talk until I had mentioned that I liked reading, which caught her attention. She had told me she does too and we began talking about our favorite books and genres. To which we found out we’re both fans of romance, jumpstarting an hour-long discussion. 

Elena sits back down next to me and hands me her book. I strum through the pages.

“I’ll make sure to read it and let you know what I think.”

She nods and looks away as if in thought, “I can’t believe we didn’t become friends earlier. Why is that?” 

Her question has me stirring uncomfortably, “Honestly I’m not that surprised. I’m not that noticeable.” 

This comment has Elena furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head, “You’re joking right,” At my look of confusion she continues, “Of course I noticed you. I mean when you come to a small town like this it’s hard not to be noticed but what I mean is that I always thought you were cool.”

I can feel my cheeks warm up at her compliment and I glance down at my fingers to hide it.

“You thought I was cool?”

“Ya of course,” She responds instantly, “You’ve got great style and you’ve got this mysterious aura about you. I just never approached you because I thought you didn’t like me.” 

Her confession has me looking up and frowning, “Why would you think that?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “You just kind of sometimes look like you don’t want to be approached by anyone. I just assumed. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head at her apology, “Don’t apologize! And no, I never hated you I always thought you were the cool one. I just think I have that look on my face all the time.”

Elena laughs and smiles at me, “OK, good.”

“Good.”

We’re about to start talking about books again when we hear the front door open.

“Jenna must be home,” Elena says as she stands up and reaches her hand down for me to grab. I grab it and pull myself up and we walk downstairs. 

We turn the corner and we both give each other a look as we see Jenna on the ground rummaging through some boxes. 

“Hey. What are you doing,” Elena questions her Aunt.

“Oh perfect timing,” She grabs a cardboard box and hands it to Elena, and then gives another to me.

“Whoa. Oh. What is this stuff?”

“Your mom’s files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood,” Jenna grabs her box and stands up, “And by roped, I mean very excited to participate.”

I silently laugh as I try to balance the heavy box in my arms, the laughing stops though once Jenna closes the door and I lock eyes with the man who’s been haunting my every waking thought. 

“Hey, I’m Elijah.”

Elena and I stand there frozen as we watch Jenna interact with the vampire. 

“Elijah’s in town doing research on Mystic Falls,” She introduces us not knowing we’ve already had the displeasure of meeting. 

I freeze up and grip the box I’m holding tighter to my chest as Elijah walks closer to us. He quickly greets Elena, skating her hand before turning his full attention onto me. I’m visibly shaking right now and it only worsens as Elijah reaches his hands up and grabs the box from my hands. His fingers grazed mine for longer than needed. 

“Here let me take this,” He places the box back down and reaches his hand up to me in greeting. 

We both stand there looking at each other for what seems like forever as he waits for me to shake his hand.

“I don’t like being touched,” I blurt out. Elijah slowly lowers his hand and I might be mistaken but from the look on his face, he almost appeared saddened by that. 

Jenna joins us again telling Elijah that he can stay here and rummage through the boxes, to which he turns down. I try to find the wall behind Elena interesting to keep my line of sight away from the vampire, but I can still sense him staring at me. After another moment he tells Jenna he’s going to have someone pick up the boxes tomorrow and bids Jenna and Elena a farewell. I almost think he’s left us but when I look back over I find that Elijah has moved even closer and he gives me a warm smile and leans down.

“I hope to speak with you again soon, Miss Y/L/N.” My chest starts moving up and down rapidly, which he seems to have noticed, as I nod at his words. He doesn’t seem to get that I won’t be saying anything back to him because he stands there staring at my face. After what seems like a lifetime I watch as he moves by me towards the front door, but not before he lifts a finger and grazes the end of my sweater. 

I watch with bated breath as he shuts the door behind him. Elena doesn’t waste any time before dragging me up the stairs and banging on Jeremy’s door. As she goes to open the door I feel a hand grab my waist and pull me. My back hits something strong and I go to squeal but it comes out muffled as a hand moves over my mouth. I look up and freeze as I stare up at Elena to whom he motions to be quiet. I hear Jeremy open his door but I can’t focus on any of the words he’s saying as I watch Elijah’s face. I make note of the light stubble that runs across his jawline and the practically flawless skin he has. Lucky ass vampires. My staring must’ve caught his attention, as his dark brown eyes meet mine. Once again the corners of his lips turn upwards into a small smile as he watches me watch him. 

Jeremy walking by us catches my attention and Elijah drops the hand from my mouth, but not before leaning down, and what I could’ve sworn was sniffing my hair. Elena quickly grabs my hand and pulls me away from Elijah and for a second I almost feel annoyed at this. Clearly not as annoyed as Elijah though was lets out a snarl, making Elena go rigid. 

“What do you want?”

Elijah composes himself once, “I think it’s time we three at a little chat.”

—-

“Forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm,” Elijah tells Elena as he walks around her room.

“Why did you kill those vampires when they tried to take me,” Elena questions him as she comes to sit down next to me on her bed. 

“Because I didn’t want you to be taken,” Elijah says confusing both Elena and I, “Klaus is the most feared and hated of the Originals but those who fear him are desperate for his approval. If word gets out that the doppelganger exists there’ll be a line of vampires eager to take you to him and I can’t have that.”

A cold feeling runs up and down my spine at the mention of Klaus. 

“Isn’t that exactly what you’re trying to do,” Elena questions him again. 

“Let’s just say that my goal is not to break the curse.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion at the confession. Elijah looks at Elena and then brings his eyes towards me for a moment before turning back to Elena as she begins speaking. 

“So what is your goal?”

“Klaus’ obsessions have made in paranoid. He’s a recluse. He trusts only those in his immediate circle.”

“Like you?”

“Not anymore.”

“An old ass paranoid vampire, how much better could this be,” I whisper out loud to myself sarcastically. I look up and see Elijah looking at me with a small smirk on his face as he must’ve heard my comment. 

“You don’t know where he is do you,” Elena questions but he doesn’t turn his gaze away from me, “So you’re trying to use me to draw him out.” 

Elijah lets out a sigh as he turns his attention back towards my friend, “Well, to do that I need you to stay put and stop trying to get yourself killed.”

He gives her a smile and I have to stop myself from smiling at it. 

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Well, if I wasn’t being truthful, all your family would be dead and I’d be taking you to Klaus right now. Instead… I’m here and I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”

And the smile was instantly gone. 

This grabs Elena’s attention, “What kind of a deal?”

Elijah stands up and starts walking around, “Do nothing. Do nothing, live your life, stop fighting. And then, when the time is right, you and I shall draw Klaus out together and I shall make certain that your friends remain unharmed.”

“And then what?”

“Then I kill him.”

“Just like that?”

Elijah smirks at her, “Just like that. I’m a man of my word, Elena. I make a deal, I keep a deal.”

“How are you going to be able to keep everybody safe?”

“You know, I notice you have a friend, Bonnie, is it? She seems to possess the gift of magic. I have friends with similar gifts.”

“You know witches.” Elena nods her head to which I fight the urge to say “duh” to. This guy is oldddd, of course, he knows witches. 

“Together we can protect everybody that matters to you.” 

I watch silently as Elijah walks over to Elena and reaches his hand out for her to shake, “So do we have a deal?”

“As long as you keep my friends safe,” Elena looks over to me, “Y/N is one of those friends.” 

Elijah looks over to me and smirks, “Trust me deal or no deal. No one will be laying a finger on Y/N. That I give you my word on.”

I fidget under his intense stare.  

“I need you to do one more thing for me.”

Elijah turns back to face Elena with an incredulous look, “We’re negotiating now?”

Elena tells Elijah she’ll accept his deal if he gets his witches to free Stefan from some vampire tomb he’s been trapped in. Why has no one told me this yet? Elijah reluctantly agrees and they shake hands, cementing their deal. With one last glance toward me, Elijah nods his head and speeds away. 

Elena and I both let out shaking breaths as we stared at each other. 

“Any chance you want to spend the night,” Elena asks me hopefully with a sheepish look.

I nod my head quickly, “My mom is out of town and my brother’s at a sleepover. There’s no way in hell I’m going back to that empty house tonight.” 

[fandoms--fluff]

Can you do an elijah x teenager Witch daughter reader

Teen Thoughts

Mikaelson daughter reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing

A/n: Both angst and fluff

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"I hate the world!" You groan as you flop onto the couch, your bag now forgotten on the floor

Elijah walks into the living room and goes over to you. He sits on the couch and lays a hand on your shoulder.

"What happened?" He asks a smile quirking at his lips, knowing how you're bound to exaggerate things.

"School" You look up at him, your face stone cold as if it were obvious. "It's a literal living hell. And you expect me to make it another 1 and a half years alive?! I mean seriously! It's not like I really need it. All they teach is things that you'll never use outside of that torture chamber. For example, history. Now why the hell do I need to learn about irrelevant history that there's no point in learning, and if I do want to know about it, I live with a bunch of old people who have quite literally lived through everything those stupid teachers teach!" You rant to your dad.

"You need to graduate high school, it's important" He wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lay your head against his chest.

"No, what's more important is knowing who my mom is" You look up at him. "We've been through this before-"

"You still haven't told her, who her mother is? How cruel can you be!" Kol stops in the doorway, hearing your rant a couple minutes prior.

"Kol!" Elijah glares at his little brother. "Yeah!" You exclaim, agreeing with your uncle.

"Y/n!" Elijah looks at you, before turning his attention back to the younger original. He gives him a look that makes Kol immediately leave the house.

"I'll tell you when the time is right, okay?" Your dad rubs his hand up and down your arm gently.

"Whatever" You cross your arms. And the next second, the unlit fireplace bursts into huge flames, along with any candles in the room.

"Hey, you need to remember to have control of your magic. It's very strong and will react to strong emotion if you're not careful" Elijah tells you, his eyes widening a bit at the reaction.

"I purposely did that" You sink back into the couch, extinguishing the flames. "And it's not like I'm gonna go all witch bitch crazy like Dhalia and Esther and try to kill you all" you mumble, but your father can hear it perfectly fine.

"Oh, I know, sweetie" Elijah pulls you into his arms and you lay your head against his chest.

[bamfjinxy]

So my mind has been spinning with a possible Elejah daughter face claim.

I don't know why, she just screams at me.

Its probably just me though

[blckthrns]

i will never forgive julie plec for not giving klaus mikaelson a happy ending

[mrs-kmikaelson]

04| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader, Elijah Mikaelson x niece!reader Summary: A while after the party, you're approached by Elijah at Rousseau's who has a request that you would've never expected. Warnings: none Words: 3.1K

Masterlist | Part 5

I shook a cocktail shaker vigorously before pouring whatever pink liquid it was into a glass and sliding it over to the customer on the other side of the counter, running a hand through my hair right afterward as I glanced around at the full bar.

Full fucking bar and I'm the only person here.

Camille had a date with Marcel tonight, but there was no one else who could possibly take her shift tonight because there was no one else working tonight. I told her I could cover for her because I had experience bartending in the eighties, but I didn't know it was gonna be like this.

I guess there was some sort of festival going on tonight, but in New Orleans, when isn't there?

It's been a week since the Mikaelsons through their party, a week since I had my 'family reunion', and I haven't seen any of them since. Don't know if I'm happy about that or not.

I sighed, tossing back a shot of my own before moving onto the next customer. I'll overthink later.

"Drinking on the job?" Or not.

Speak of the fucking devil, because I looked up and, sitting in the stool in front of me, was Elijah Mikaelson. He had a small, playful smirk on his lips, leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, but not in a way that made him look like he wasn't alert, but in a way that showed the world he wouldn't even dream of someone stepping to him.

I forced a laugh, wiping down a glass while I responded, "Yeah, well it's a little hard to be surrounded by all this and not get any." He smiled, nodding while I threw the rag over my shoulder. Inside, I was shaking, but I tried my hardest to treat him like he was any other person so he wouldn't take notice. 

I raised my brows. "Let me guess, whiskey? No- bourbon?" I didn't wait for a reply and grabbed the bottle while Elijah chuckled.

"Bourbon would be nice, thank you, Y/N," he said. I wonder if he had an inkling how freaked out I was that he remembered my name.

Half of me was hoping they'd forget all about me. The other half, well... I tried not to give that one a microphone.

I handed him the glass in a hurry, hoping to get away from him as fast as possible, but of course, the universe wasn't so kind because he stopped me, calling my name when I turned around. 

Fuckkkk. I screwed my eyes shut before spinning back around with that perfect customer service smile on my face. 

"Good luck," he said, and my brows furrowed. He saw the confusion on my face and nodded to the rest of the bar, elaborating, "With the customers." I held in a sigh of relief and smiled to him in thanks, moving on.

I'd normally ask customers how they were doing, what brought them to Rousseau's, but not only did I not have enough time what with all the customers, but I also did not feel like making conversation with Elijah Mikaelson after I've been drinking.

So, to resolve my frazzled state that was typically caused by drinking, I drank some more. And I continued to work, per usual, trying to bring my mind back to positive memories of me in the past instead of the dramas of my present.

I was in auto-pilot, serving customers while drifting off into a world of my own, thinking about a time when I wasn't so obsessed with finding my family. The reason why was that I already had one.

My mother and I were very close when I was young, and she did everything she could to protect me before the world took her from me, taking me in the process. Niklaus, obviously, was never in the picture.

He and his entire family did not even know I existed. For all I knew, Klaus just had a one-night stand with my mother and never saw her again. So there was no way he could ever find out who I was, not on his own. But Elijah... Elijah was as smart as Klaus was strong. I didn't want to talk to him too often and have him put together any puzzle pieces.

The night went on without any interruptions. I periodically checked the clock. Rousseau's closed a bit later than usual bars since it was in the middle of the Quarter, but I only had about an hour left before both my shift was over and the bar closed. Thank the heavens. 

Things were going as smoothly as far as I could tell what with me half listening to everything going on, but suddenly, I was brought back to my sense by someone yelling. 

My head shot up and, on the other side of the bar, I saw two people I recognized almost immediately, a man and a woman. The man was a member of Marcel's crew, and the girl was a witch I was familiar with since Marcel left the witch dealings to me back when practicing magic wasn't punishable by fucking death. 

The vampire, Dimitri, was yelling obscenities at Talia, the witch, as she yelled over him. He went to shove her and, without thinking, I rushed over in a blur and blocked him with my arm, separating them both. 

"Break it up right. now," I ordered, glaring at them both but mostly Dimitri. He always bugged me. The bar was less full now and I could tell that people had stopped to watch the encounter.

Talia crossed her arms and Dimitri glared back at me. "She's being a fucking bitch, Y/N-"

She scoffed, "Oh, would you just-"

I raised my voice. "Both of you, enough!" They both stopped and stared at me. "As far as I'm concerned, neither of you should even be talking to each other right now, much less arguing or physically fighting. That's violating so many different agreements at once." This time Dimitri scoffed and so I turned to him, raising a brow, feeling the annoyance in me bubble. "What, do you have something to say?"

He looked at me and smirked in a way that made me want to bite into his neck or turn his blood to acid, and responded, "Yeah- those were your rules when Marcel ran the city and let his bitch boss us around-"

I cut him off, an incredulous look on my face. "His what?"

He ignored me. "But the Mikaelsons are in charge now, and he is not," he boasted. "Which means- neither are you." His smirk widened like he'd just made some huge declaration, like he was in the one in control here.

But he couldn't be more wrong. You see, Marcel left negotiations to me, knowing I could talk to people a little better than he could. And since I kept the peace for him, he let me make a few rules. I was in charge, and I'd be damned if I let some newbie vampire think he bested me. 

I took a step closer to him, ready to fucking tell him how it is, but before I could even get a word out, someone had sped right next to me and cut me off.

I looked up, startled, and was even more surprised when I saw that the man that had sped over was Elijah. Fan-fuckin-tastic.

Talia took a step back, wrapping her arms around herself while Dimitri swallowed. Elijah smiled a tight-lipped smile, staring at Dimitri in a way that would be perceived to be friendly if it were anyone else, but with him, it just looked condescending. With one gaze, he was saying he was better than you without ever really having to say it.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I would rather not stand and watch this altercation from the sidelines," he expressed. "See, in my time, you'd treat a woman with respect, and it looks to me that you are treating both of these young women with anything but." I held back a snort at the 'young' bit. I'm older than Dimitri by a long shot, but I get the memo.

Dimitri stuttered back, but couldn't form a response. "I-"

"You what? You think that because the Mikaelsons are in charge now that you can run amuck and act as you please?" Elijah paused as if he was waiting for an answer and scoffed when he didn't get one. "Well, I am a Mikaelson," he announced, "and right now I am granting you the privilege of walking away from this because, from what I can see, Y/N holds more relevance than you do or ever have." Not once did he glare at Dimitri, simply holding his stare strongly, and Dimitri most definitely tried to hold that stare in challenge, but after a few seconds, he gave up, swallowing, and walking away quickly.

Elijah's lips curved slightly before they were forced down as he held back a smirk, turning to me and Talia. She nodded at Elijah--in thanks, I'd assume--and he reciprocated the action before she, too, walked away, leaving just me and him standing there.

I looked around at the rest of the bar and realized that everyone left was supernatural in one way or another, or at least knew about it because everyone had returned to their own conversations, not even batting an eye at the inhuman speed displayed.

Elijah glanced around too before looking back to me and nodding towards the door. I quickly understand the motion and nodded back. He wanted to get away from the prying ears, but I could do him one better.

I raised my voice and exclaimed to the crowd, "Sorry guys, party's over!" I heard a few groans and Elijah raised a brow at me, but I ignored it. It was closing time, anyway. "You can go home now! Like right now." I saw some people about to protest, but one look from Elijah and they were silenced. They did not want to fuck with that. 

The clear-out was one of the fastest ones I'd ever seen, especially on a night like this, but in minutes, the bar was empty. When I was sure no one else was around, I finally looked at Elijah and felt my previous nervousness return, but still chastised, "I had that handled."

Instead of being offended, he gave me that same smile he's been smiling all night and told me, "I know. But I couldn't help myself." Although that was meant to be somewhat of an apology, there was a smugness in it that I couldn't stand.

I hummed in a way I hope 'bullshit' was conveyed, turning around the clean up the bar. He chuckled. Good, message received then.

Even I was a little surprised with how bold I was being, but I guess that, even after 500 years, alcohol still gave me a little courage.

I picked up the glasses people had left scattered, putting them into the sink and tidying everything up so that, tomorrow, Camille wouldn't have to deal with any of it.

"So you handled business for Marcel?" I glanced at him to see his hand casually tucked into a pocket of his slack. Again, it was such a small, insignificant stance, but there was just something about it that made you want to fold into yourself.

I looked back to the glasses I was scrubbing, affirming, "Yeah, I'd negotiate with all sides to come to agreements we could all, well, agree on, I guess."

His lip quirked up as he sat down on a barstool right in front of me. I wordlessly handed him a glass and a bottle of bourbon, and the small quirk of his lips became a grin.

While he poured himself a glass, I kept working on the dishes and decided to make small talk so I didn't look like an alien creature that didn't know how to communicate with others.

"You've been here a while, and it's just after closing now. What's the occasion- or is it more of a you just needed a drink kind of occasion?"

Even though my back was turned, it was still like I could sense him smirking. "It's the latter," he revealed. "In fact, I'm drinking because of the disagreements within the factions."

"Oh?" I kept scrubbing.

He continued, "Yes. It's the same story every time: everyone wants power and no one is satisfied with what they have."

I snorted, "Yeah, Tears For Fears wasn't kidding. Everybody really does want to rule the world." And that was a joke, but it was completely true, especially in a city like New Orleans. 

"Precisely that, Y/N. And Niklaus-" I refrained from taking in a breath. "Oh, my brother is not handling it well." I'd imagine he wasn't. From what I've heard about Klaus, he didn't take kindly to people trying take what he thought was rightfully his. That's why he tried banishing Marcel, even though he was meant to be like a son to him.

I scoffed at that in my head. Klaus was a father to Marcel, raised Marcel, and was gonna raise another child in the near future, and yet he'd never even met me.

My brain was bombarded with the thoughts I tried to keep in at that moment. I wondered if he knew about me at all, if he knew and just didn't care, or if he had no idea of my existence. I wonder what he'd do if he knew. Would he care?

I pushed back those thoughts and shook my head, bringing myself back to the conversation and replying, "That's pretty expected. I mean, it took Marcel years to create what he had, and he also had me to keep the peace, too, so it's different." 

Elijah hummed, briefly reminding me of Klaus. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was the scrub-a-dub-dubbing I was doing and the steady response I was getting from him stopped. Until he resumed with enough fervour to knock me out.

"And what if we had you to keep the peace for us?""

I dropped the glass I was scrubbing in shock, quickly using my speed to stop it from hitting the sink and breaking. I put the glass down and turned the faucet off, turning to face him fully. I was half expecting to see a smile on his face, for him to tell me he was joking, but he had a completely serious look on his face.

If I didn't know any better, I'd see he even looked hopeful.

I looked at him, analyzing his face for a few seconds before lowering my guard slightly for the first time around a Mikaelson and whispering, "Oh my God, you're not kidding."

He smiled a little. "No, Y/N, I'm afraid I'm not." I blew out a breath through my lips, feeling the gears in my head turn 70 miles an hour.

What the fuck?

He's asking me to work for them.

My family.

Me.

Klaus' daughter.

But they don't know that.

No, they don't know about my relation to them. But Elijah does know that Marcel's my friend. I made this known, just in case he forgot in the few seconds it'd been since it'd been brought up. "You do know Marcel's my friend, right? Maybe even my best friend, if you want to get technical."

He took a sip of his bourbon before responding, "Yes, I'm aware."

I nodded. "Right, so then you know why I cant accept that offer." I wasn't thinking about the opportunity or power or really anything important at that moment. I was thinking about Marcel. And I was thinking about how coincidental it was that, a week after I got back to the city, Elijah takes interest in me of all people.

Maybe it's not a coincidence, my subconscious reasoned.

Oh, but hell, I really hoped it was.

Elijah took another sip of his drink. "You know these people, they trust you." I gave him a look, but hid my skepticism at the way he phrased his sentence. He said it like he already knew about my history with the factions. Honestly, knowing him, he probably did.

He used my silence and went on, "Arrangements could be made about Marcellus." My brows raised at that. "I'm fine with negotiating, Y/N." 

I narrowed my eyes. He was to trying to broker a deal with me. Smart. But a Mikaelson choosing to negotiate for someone with as little 'relevance' as me is odd, to say the least.

I stared at him for a few seconds before stating the obvious. "I have a feeling your brother wouldn't like what exactly you're offering me."

Elijah chuckled, shaking his head. "Believe me, Y/N, I don't have much care for what my brother does or doesn't like at the moment."

I pursed my lips, running it all over in my head in disbelief that I was even considering it. The offer alone was suspicious, but the situation was riskier than many situations I'd put myself into in my lifetime, and that was saying something.

I'd been chasing after the Mikaelsons for ages, watching the family I never got from a distance, the always and forever I wasn't apart of. Right now, Elijah Mikaelson was offering up the opportunity to see them up close on a silver platter, and I was hesitant?

I held Elijah's stare, contemplating. And perhaps it was the alcohol that made the decision for me, but soon enough I found my mouth opening, words spilling out of it. "Marcel is allowed back into the Quarter, and him and Klaus call a truce." He didn't flinch. "You agree to that, and you have yourself a deal."

Elijah continued to stare at me in silence for a few seconds after that, and as time passed, I began to think I royally fucked up, trying to order him around, but he proved me a wrong by holding a hand out. I looked at it in bewilderment.

"You have yourself a deal, Miss Y/L/N." I held back any surprise at the fact that he knew my surname when I never gave it to him, but really, there was nothing to be surprised about. 

I reluctantly reached out and clasped my hand in his, ignoring the rush of power I felt when my skin made contact with his and tried not to show it on my face. 

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?