#even when hayley was conspiring

[andreal831]

E: What I want is for that girl to be happy.

Haylijah in every episode -> 1.18 The Big Uneasy

[blackgirlsrxck]

ONE BAD NIGHT

Daniel Riccardo x F1!Driver reader

Summary: A song fic based on Hayley Kiyoko's song "One Bad Night"

Notes: I was listening to Hayley Kiyoko ( if you don't know who she is, I recommend listening because she is amazing) and it really inspired me to write this fic. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG AS YOU READ THIS!!!!!! Let me know what you think in the comments! xoxo

Word Count: 1.3k

The night air was charged with excitement as the roar of engines filled the air. The Formula 1 circuit was alive with the electric energy of competition, and amidst the fast-paced chaos, you stood poised at the starting line. As a female driver in a male-dominated sport, you had faced countless obstacles to get to this point. But tonight, as the lights flashed and the engines revved, you were determined to prove your worth.

Among the crowd, your eyes locked with the charismatic Australian driver, Daniel Ricciardo. His infectious smile and magnetic personality had always captivated you, and tonight was no exception. The connection between you was immediate, as if the universe conspired to bring you together on this fateful night. It felt like yesterday when you first met him.  

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The sun beat down on the asphalt as the Formula 1 paddock buzzed with excitement. It was a hot summer day, and the air was thick with the smell of rubber and anticipation. As a young and determined female driver, you stood in the midst of it all, ready to take on the world of motorsport.

Among the sea of mechanics, engineers, and fellow drivers, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face – Daniel Ricciardo. His vibrant smile and infectious energy seemed to light up the paddock, drawing people towards him like a magnet. It was hard not to be captivated by his charm and the aura of positivity that surrounded him.

As fate would have it, you found yourself crossing paths with Daniel near the garage. The lyrics of Hayley Kiyoko's "One Bad Night" echoed in your mind, as if they were predicting the significance of this encounter. There was an instant connection, a spark of recognition that passed between you, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together.

You mustered up the courage to approach him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He turned towards you, his eyes lighting up with genuine curiosity. At that moment, you knew there was something special about him – something that drew you closer.

"Hi," you said, your voice filled with a blend of determination and excitement. "I've admired your racing skills and your positive energy. It's an honor to meet you, Daniel."

Daniel grinned, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Well, it's great to meet you too! I've heard about your talent on the track. We should definitely grab a coffee sometime and talk racing."

You felt a surge of excitement and gratitude. The lyrics of the song played in your head, echoing the possibilities that lay before you. It was the beginning of a friendship – a connection that would soon blossom into something more.

In the weeks that followed, you and Daniel found yourselves spending more and more time together. Coffee dates turned into late-night conversations about racing strategies and dreams. He listened intently to your stories of overcoming obstacles and breaking barriers as a female driver, his support unwavering.

The more you got to know Daniel, the more you realized how genuinely kind and down-to-earth he was. Despite his success and fame, he remained humble and grounded, always making time for those around him. He became your confidant, someone you could lean on during the highs and lows of the racing world.

As the friendship deepened, you couldn't ignore the growing affection between you. The lyrics of the song took on a new meaning, reflecting the emotions that swirled within your hearts. There were stolen glances, subtle touches, and moments that felt like they were straight out of a fairytale.

One fateful evening, as the sun set over the paddock, you found yourselves alone, lost in each other's gaze. The lyrics of "One Bad Night" whispered through your mind, fueling the courage within you.

"I've come to realize that one bad night ain't enough to forget you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I don't want to let fear or doubt hold us back. Let's take a leap of faith, Daniel."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with the same affection mirrored in your own. "I couldn't agree more. Life's too short to let opportunities slip away. Let's embrace whatever comes our way, together."

And in that moment, surrounded by the whispers of the song, you knew that this meeting was more than just chance. It was destiny, weaving your paths together in a tale of love and racing that would transcend the boundaries of the track. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you held hands, ready to

 embark on a journey filled with exhilarating twists, heart-pounding turns, and a love that would endure the trials of the racing world.

The race began, and the adrenaline coursed through your veins as you pushed your car to the limits. Every twist and turn was executed with precision, every decision calculated in the blink of an eye. The lyrics of "One Bad Night" echoed in your mind, the haunting melody mirroring the yearning in your heart.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," Hayley Kiyoko's voice echoed as you raced, the words resonating with the passion burning within you. It was a love that defied logic, one that refused to be extinguished by the challenges of the racing world. As the laps flew by, you found yourself locked in a fierce battle with Daniel, each maneuver and strategy pushing you closer together.

With every lap, the chemistry between you intensified. The lyrics of the song played in your head, the words capturing the unspoken desires and emotions swirling within your soul. It was a dangerous dance, one where the line between victory and defeat blurred with the intoxicating allure of love.

As the race reached its climax, you found yourselves side by side, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. The cheers of the crowd melded with the crescendo of the song, the lyrics becoming an anthem of the connection you shared.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," the words reverberated as you fought for every inch of the track. The world around you disappeared, and it was just you and Daniel, two hearts intertwined in a battle of wills and emotions.

And then, in a split second, it happened. A daring move, a calculated risk that paid off. You overtook Daniel, claiming the lead with a surge of adrenaline. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the lyrics that now took on a whole new meaning.

But as the race concluded, and the checkered flag waved, a bittersweet realization settled in. The racing world was demanding, often tearing apart the most fervent of connections. The lyrics of the song now took on a different tone, reflecting the challenges that lay ahead.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you, but I'll try," the lyrics echoed, mirroring the inner turmoil you faced. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with obstacles that threatened to separate you both. But the connection you had formed was undeniable, and you were determined to fight for it.

As the sun set and darkness embraced the paddock, you found solace in each other's arms. The lyrics of the song served as a reminder of the battles that lay ahead, but also of the love that burned bright within your hearts. Together, you vowed to defy the odds, to navigate the twists and turns of life and love with the same passion and determination that had brought you together.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," you whispered, your voice blending with the lyrics that resonated in the stillness of the night. It was a promise, a testament to the strength of your connection, and the beginning of a love story that would endure the challenges that lie ahead.

As the stars twinkled overhead, you and Daniel held onto each other, ready to face whatever came your way. Because one bad night was never enough to forget the love that had bloomed in the heart of the fast-paced world you both called home.

[livlepretre]

When Klaus was in NOLA after his and Elena’s make out session what was going through his head? Like was he thinking about her constantly? Also what was his thought process on how he was going to manage his relationship with Elena while he was seducing Hayley?

well, he was already thinking about Elena constantly before they made out, but definitely he was feeling happy and excited and like he was finally finally finally getting what he wanted. He fancied himself in love with her and that was a BIG deal for him.

in Klaus's mind, the point of the New Orleans intrigue was both to eliminate the perceived threat against Elena posed by the French Quarter Coven, as well as the threats to himself/get revenge, and finally, to regain his seat of power there in his beloved home. he thinks he's going to re-establish his stronghold and bring Elena there to live with him. as Elena noted, he's always looking for the domestic situation that will make him happy. He'd decided what would make him happy would be to live in New Orleans with Elena by his side, so he has to make the city safe if he is to set her up as his mortal (at least for now) queen.

As for the Hayley thing... he is such a fuck up. in his mind, Hayley was purely a means to an end. he probably originally thought to use her and be done with her without Elena ever finding out, because he wanted Elena separate from all of that and out of danger. Remember, he was originally planning to settle all of the plots against them before bringing Elena to New Orleans, so he would have planned for Hayley to be dead before reuniting with Elena. Even once he brought Elena to New Orleans-- due to Davina and Marcel's meddling-- he probably would have made more of an effort to keep them separated had Elena not revealed that she'd had a change of heart about him. Like, if they had reunited and she was thrilled and wanted to jump into bed with him? I think he would have had the sense not to flaunt his werewolf side girlfriend in her face. Like, from his perspective, it's not cheating, because sex is just a means to an end and he doesn't care about Hayley whatsoever, but he still has at least a little basic sense about things. But once Elena reveals she's furious with him, of course he brings Hayley in. He wants Elena to be jealous. He tests her like this all the time just to see how she will react. And once Elena figures out his game, he then sees them as co-conspirators. Lovely. Why would Elena have a problem with that? He's got to do what he's got to do to secure their future! Or something.

[witchfirst]

emilija has always maintained a very strong maternal instinct, ever since she was a child herself she looked after all of the little ones who resided in her village: taking it upon herself to care for them as if they were her own. when she was resurrected three hundred years after her death and subsequently turned into a hybrid, em wasn't sure if her newfound vampirism would drastically alter her personality as it had the mikaelsons since she had last seen them. she craved blood and felt extremely guilty but understood that it was her burden to bear. it took emilija a long time to learn control but she still retained a maternal instinct. she often volunteered in her spare time to help out homeless children, took in plenty of foster children and helped shape them over the centuries: albeit none of them ever found out about her vampirism. em had a void inside of her from never having a biological child of her own. however, out of all the little ones she cared for, there was only one who truly spoke to her soul. marcel gerard was her adoptive son with klaus and she never loved anyone quite like him. he was her little boy, a shining light of joy who radiated her days with a brightness she never knew she needed.

over the years of marcel growing up, emilija did her best to care and provide for him and when he called her 'mama' for the first time: she burst into tears. they were living in a time where slavery was rife and racism was witnessed in every corner. taking marcel in and giving him the luxury that his white peers also shared gave emilija a sense of joy as she too experienced the prejudice and racism that followed like a looming enemy. she had a personal, first-hand experience with everything that her son had to deal with in his upbringing, whereas klaus and the other mikaelsons could sympathize but not truly understand. emilija poured her heart and soul into shaping marcel into the brilliant young man he was. she helped him free slaves from his biological father's grasp and was there when he was shot. klaus then turned marcel into a vampire but not before in a fit of rage, emilija murdered the governor.

over the years she helped him settle into the role of a vampire and was supportive of every choice he made, she did her best to honour his wishes and respect him to make his own decisions. even when klaus did not agree, she did her best to rein him in and allow their son to make his way in the world. fighting in world war i was an example. however, emilija was oblivious to how deeply marcel loved rebekah and was unaware that they conspired to bring mikael to new orleans. she understood they loved one another but to the extent that they would betray her and klaus like that? never. emilija did not recover from marcel's supposed death and fell into a depression over the course of the century. she stayed with klaus for some time but once again they had their on and off again whirlwind. emilija grieved marcel for the longest she had ever grieved anybody. he was her baby, her most beloved. when she returned to new orleans with the originals upon news of hayley's pregnancy, emilija was shocked to see that he had been alive the whole time.

this revelation destroyed her to the core and completely changed her perception of her son and her trust in him. if he could betray them so deeply, to allow them to mourn him, to be bereaved so strongly and still allow them to believe that he was no longer alive? it was soul crushing. emilija was despondent for months and it was even worse with the fact that klaus bore a child naturally and she was not the mother. everything was extremely overwhelming and em had multiple mental breakdowns over this period. she was extremely volatile and dangerous to be around, a vast contrast to the happy and level-headed woman she usually was. even throughout the years emilija still cannot look marcel in the eyes, he's still her baby but the betrayal shook her to a level she could not cope with.

[founderscouncil]

☁ — JACKSON KENNER (@vrake) throws a snowball at HAYLEY MARSHALL

Getting away for the weekend is rare, especially considering that Hayley never wants to be away from Hope for any length of period, but for once, Elijah and Jackson work together to conspire a small break for her, even if her maternal instinct keeps pulling her focus back to New Orleans.

They drive a couple states over, visiting some of Hayley's old stomping grounds from before her life became embroiled in the oldest family alive. The weather goes from gray and chilly to proper snow and they pull into the driveway of a proper cabin, looking every bit like a wintertime fantasy.

They're only there for the weekend, and as soon as they're settled, Hayley walks out in the twilight and looks in the direction of home, as though she can feel her daughter across time and space. Such reflection is interrupted by when a snowball crashes into the side of her head, white powder exploding everywhere as the cold seeps into her skin. "Jackson!" she shrieks, turning and instantly scooping up some snow to return fire. She's giggling and red from the cold and the exertion but she ducks behind a tree for protection.

"You started a war, I hope you know that!"

[hmslusitania]

when buck adds a ❤️ after his contact name in eddie’s phone as a prank, bro, and eddie never quite gets rid of it. what then hayley

Look, when Buck goes through all of Eddie's frequent contacts, pins everyone important's chats to the top of his messages ("Buck, why are there bubbles with everyone's ID pictures in them when I open my texts??") he also gave those nine people/groupchats their own emojis and, see, he used up the firefighter emoji for Bobby, and he used the ambulance emoji for Chim, and the fire extinguisher for Hen, and the firetruck for the 118 A shift's group chat, as well as the siren (had to bracket it, obviously??) and so his options for himself (pinned at the very top row right between Chris and Abuela -- I know Chris doesn't have his own cell phone yet, but like. Kid's almost 11. It's gonna happen sooner than later) were like?? Just an actual fire? And that seems kinda aggressive, right? So he picked a different red emoji and yeah, maybe he picked the heart to see how long it would take Eddie to call him on it.

And then he just...doesn't?? And there's just a heart next to Buck's name in Eddie's phone now?

And then Eddie starts using it like punctuation which is weird, right? Like instead of Eddie's (already questionably punctuated) texts ending with a full stop (because Eddie texts like he's writing an essay on a nine key -- weird abbreviations but full punctuation; everyone's tried to fix him, there's nothing for it. Buck and Chris even conspired to go into his keyboard shortcut settings and replace the abbreviations with autofill full words and Eddie, in a fit of technological incompetence no one expected, somehow deleted the shortcuts) they start ending with a heart?

And so now, Buck's like, kinda freaking out a little? Because every text Eddie sends him ends with a heart now? And what's he supposed to do with that! How's he supposed to be like "Hey bro, if you want people to not think we're dating you probably shouldn't end all of your texts to me with a heart???" because that's a weird conversation to have, isn't it?

Anyway, finally, Buck's like, "Eddie, you keep ending all your texts to me with a heart," and he tries not to say it any kind of way, but it comes out a little pitchy despite his best efforts.

"Yeah, it finishes my thoughts," Eddie replies. Which. What? What the fuck.

So Buck pulls up all their recent messages:

Can you pick up some of that weird cereal you and Chris like on your way over? ♥️

Thx ♥️

You left ur sweatshirt here ♥️

ok well im stealing it then ♥️

ok ♥️

did you have to get me the Hildy toaster, Buck, you know how I feel about that ♥️

see you at work ♥️

"In what way does a heart complete your thought on all of these?" Buck asks, reading them off. "You're still annoyed with me about the toaster."

"I am annoyed with you, you're absolutely correct," Eddie agrees. And then he shrugs because of course he does and adds, "still love you though."

(Buck starts signing all his texts to Eddie with the ❤️‍🔥 emoji after that. It still takes them another like three weeks to figure out they both actually mean it)

[youbloodymadgenius]

Nothing Left (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd 2k Writing Challenge. Congratulations again, Hayley, you deserve each and every one of us 🌻

The gif is a dead giveaway: this piece is an angsty one 😬 Sorry about that but I feel like I can’t write fluff all the time 😉

Prompt in bold

Thanks to @zuxiezendler for beta reading this for me (hope you don't mind Hayley, but since it was for your challenge... 😉)

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Leaving Ivar is not an easy task.

Warnings: angst; Ivar's temper; physical assault (no harm done, though); Freydis is beautiful; no happy ending (you've been warned).

Words: 2089

Crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right foot – left foot

You can hear him coming. Of course, you can.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He's not yet in your shared bedroom and he's already shouting. Instead of turning around, you grab the little carved wooden wolf he gifted you many years ago and put it in your pouch.

As he stabs the wooden floor with his crutch, you can physically feel his anger. "You thought you could sneak out? Uh?" You know his jaw is clenched, and he's probably shaking with rage.

"This is what you intended to do, admit it!"

You just scoff. No, you didn't intend to sneak out, not in your wildest dreams. Not with White Hair's men everywhere, night and day.

A thump – his fist hitting the table, you'd say – and then a roar.

"ANSWER YOUR KING!!!!!"

Glancing over your shoulder, you give him a tired, defeated smile. You don't want to fight. You never wanted to. "What does it look like to you, Ivar? Do you really think I'm trying to sneak out? Of course, I'm not."

"Rumors are false, that's what you're saying?" He snorts and, taking two more steps into the room, he joins you. "What's that, then?" He gestures angrily toward a wooden trunk, filled to the brim with your belongings, mostly dresses and a few jewels.

"I'm leaving, if that's what rumors say, Ivar, I'm just not sneaking out." You speak softly while closing the trunk.

A wide-eyed look on his face, he can't hide his surprise at your easy admission but he quickly pulls himself together, straightening up and towering over you.

"You can't. I forbid you." Giving you an intimidating look, he grits his teeth.

You barely shake your head. There's so much sadness in your heart. "Of course, I can. I'm not asking for permission, you know? I'm leaving, whether you like it or not."

That's when he explodes, his bottom lip quivering. "I SAID, I FORBID YOU! FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, Y/N! I. AM. YOUR. KING!"

His scream is so loud that you can't help but take a step back. But you don't lower your gaze. You won't. You can't. So, keeping your chin up, you inhale slowly. "And I'm still a free woman, Ivar. I'm leaving today."

You know the man you once loved is not going to make that so easy for you. So, you're not surprised when he grabs your wrist so firmly you can't shake him off. Tossing his crutch on the floor, he places his now free hand on your shoulder. Looking at him, you can tell you've rarely seen him this angry. Never releasing the pressure on your wrist, he throws you against the nearest wall so hard that the back of your skull makes a resounding "clunk".

He leans in close to you, his breath stinking faintly of honeyed mead, and presses the weight of his body against you. "You're not leaving, Y/N." He then moves his hand from your shoulder to your throat and the air is immediately stolen from you as you stare into his now darkened eyes. With your right hand still pinned to the wall, you only have your left to defend yourself. You're slapping him, clawing at him, but you may as well be tickling him with a feather – your scratches and punches have no effect on him whatsoever.

"I could kill you, Y/N. Maybe I should." The threat is clear, obvious, but Ivar loosens his grip just enough for you to breathe. He won't harm you. Not yet anyway.

Clearing your throat, you don't look away. "Maybe you should. It wouldn't be the worst thing for me, you know? One way or another, I wouldn't be here anymore."

Your words sting, you can see it on his face as he steps away, wobbling and dumbstruck.

Slowly leaning forward, you grab his discarded crutch before giving it back to him. "Here." You mutter before taking a seat on the bed. Ivar follows suit, flopping down next to you.

Blinking several times, Ivar is obviously trying to come to terms with what you just said. "So, you'd rather be dead than here? With me?" His voice is shaking and he fidgets with his fingers on his lap.

"Ivar, there's nothing left here for me… Nothing… We just don't understand each other anymore, you know that. I don't understand you anymore, Ivar. Since Wessex, you've changed so much…"

You've tried. You've tried very hard. But this man, this king, is no longer the man you fell in love with.

"It's about Sigurd, isn't it?" Ivar asks sadly, but you immediately shake your head.

"No Ivar, you know it's not. I told you, even though I wish you hadn't killed him, I understand why you did it. And I know you didn't want to."

"It's about my legs, then." His face suddenly hardens but you know him, he always hides his pain behind anger. "I knew it. I knew this day would come. You're tired of the cripple, admit it."

Without thinking, you grab his hand, entwining his fingers with yours. As much as you resent him for what he has become, you can't let him run himself down like this. " It has nothing to do with your legs. Your legs have never bothered me, and they never will. You're stronger than all other men, not in spite of your legs, but because of them. Actually, you're the strongest man I know, and I've always felt proud to walk beside you, or to be your woman. I forbid you to doubt it."

"Why, then?" Ivar is so soft now, seems to be so… broken, you have to remind yourself why you're leaving. You have to remind yourself of the horror.

Closing your eyes, you conjure up frightful images behind your eyelids.

"You killed Margrethe, Ivar. You didn't have to do that."

He tenses beside you, releasing his hand from your grip. "She was talking rubbish all the time, she was spreading rumors about me, you know that!!"

"She was insane, Ivar! She was no danger, neither to you nor to anyone. And as for the rumors, I'm loud enough for people to know that you can pleasure a woman. She was harmless, and you killed her, and that, Ivar, I can't understand. And then, you did worse. You killed Thora." You can't help but wince, the stench of burning flesh still so vivid in your mind, you'd swear it's real.

Fuming, Ivar points an accusing finger at you. "She defaced my image. She was plotting behind my back. She was conspiring, criticizing me. She saw me as a tyrant while I was just trying to rule well. She was a FUCKING DANGER!"

Startled by his shout, you stand up hastily. "You burned her alive, Ivar!! You burned her entire family. Asbjorn, her brother, had not yet seen his tenth spring. And you killed him!" You know he can see the disgust on your face, and the truth is, you don't care. He deserves your disgust. He deserves your contempt. He deserves you falling out of love with him. "Thora was your brother's lover and she was my friend and you burned her alive!!! How could you?" Your hands tangled in your hair, you shake your head, still barely able to process the horror of what he did.

"And what was I supposed to do, huh?" Ivar seems unshaken, and it strengthens your resolve. He doesn't know between good and evil, not anymore. You want to reply that he could have exiled her, or had her thrown in jail, but to what end? What's done is done, and your former lover is a monster now.

"It doesn't matter, Ivar… What matters is that you're like a stranger. I don't know who you are anymore. Since this girl, you've changed." You shrug, blinking back tears.

Ivar rolls his eyes. "So that's what it was all about? I can't believe you're jealous, Y/N. This girl… It's just a... thrall"

Oh gods! There's none so deaf as those that will not hear, right?

"I'm not jealous, Ivar. She was naked on your lap, but I'm not jealous. Or maybe I was, but it doesn't matter anymore. And I don't give a damn about what or who she is. But she was whispering nonsense in your ear, and since then you've changed. I don't recognize you anymore. You're no longer the man I loved, Ivar..." Your words are genuine, your heart full of sorrow.

Still sitting on the bed, Ivar tilts his head. "You... You can't leave me, Y/N. What... What will I do without you?" His quivering voice sends shivers down your spine. But you won't change your mind. This man in front of you, unsure and insecure, is nothing but a ghost of who he once was. The boy you loved is gone. Dead. Killed by his inner demons.

Swallowing, Ivar slowly stands up, and frowns when you step back. "Y/N," he speaks again, reaching out but to no avail as you stubbornly put your hands on your back, "you're the person I don't need to explain myself to – not when it matters. You see everything I am and you don't run away from it. I... I can't do without you."

Your eyes filling with tears, you shake your head. "I can't be this person anymore, Ivar. I've tried, but I can't. I don't know you at all anymore. You've become the monster that people thought you were. You're paranoid, and narcissistic, and self-centered. You're cruel, and mean, and fearsome. I won't lie, sometimes I still see a shadow of the man – the boy – you used to be. But most of the time, what I see in your eyes is something scary and unfamiliar. I have said it before and I will say it again. I don't recognize you anymore, Ivar. I don't know who you are. You've done terrible things, which I cannot and will not forget and forgive. That's why I'm leaving." Pointing to the trunk, you bite the inside of cheek until it bleeds. "I'll send someone to get it later."

Heading out, you don't wait for his answer. There's nothing he can say that is going to change your mind.

Yet, you stop in your tracks when he calls your name, "Y/N!" his voice sounding like a wounded animal. Slowly turning around, you can see a single tear running down his face. "Please..." He begs and it kills you, because Ivar the Boneless doesn’t beg; never begs. For a fleeting moment, your resolve falters. Maybe you can still save your love. Maybe you can bring back the man he was. Maybe it's not too late. Maybe...

And then, a shadow slips between the heavy doors of the great hall and you recognize the thrall. She's undoubtedly beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Flawless.

Without even according you a glance, she walks with a confident stride and as soon as Ivar sees her, you can tell you cease to exist for him. Enthralled, he watches her every step, a sparkle dancing in his eyes.

Tears flow on your cheeks, but it doesn't matter. You were right.

This is the end.

It's like torture but you can't bring yourself to walk away. So, you watch. You see Ivar closing the gap between them, inviting her to sit down, pouring mead into a cup and handing it to her. "How are you? I've been thinking about you." You feel like you're going to throw up as you see the smile on his lips; as you realize how easily he forgot about you.

His next question nearly kills you. "Are you married?"

You can't believe your ears. You can't stay here anymore. You can't breathe.

You don't want to hear her answer. You know what she will say. And at this moment, deep down inside, you know he will marry her. Of course, he will. He will marry her because she will always be willing to whisper in his ear what he wants to hear.

A blond woman, attractive and seemingly submissive – you know better, but Ivar doesn't –swaying her hips... That's all it takes for Ivar to forget you.

You. Can't. Breathe.

You won't die here from a shattered heart, though. Your pride won't allow it. So, stumbling, your head spinning, you walk away, your fist in your mouth to keep you from screaming.

You were right. There's nothing left.

Nothing.

🛡⚔️🛡

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[lavendertales]

do you? - Jack Daniels x gn!reader

Requested by @kingsqueensandvagabonds:

thank youu my sweet! Hope you like this little drabble!

#11: I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to –

gif: @maziken​

You haven’t been out for too long and the effects that the lights, music and drinks were having on you were quite welcoming.

And of course, then there was Jack. He had the most desirable effect on you.

His Southern charm was doing wonders on you and your friends alike. Everyone was enthralled by his stories, unparalleled with anything else they’d ever heard, even if they had no clue just how true they all were. But luckily for his reputation and his sworn secrecy, Jack was more than delighted to notice that mostly everyone was drunk already, so they most likely absorbed his every word and clung to it without giving the stories much importance.

He couldn’t help but be a little relieved when everyone else returned to the dance floor. In truth, he was hoping he’d get to spend more time with you, even dancing.

“Everyone loves you,” you tell him, leaning against the bar with a lazy yet sparkling smile.

“That’s a relief. Although I mostly care about how you feel.”

“Don’t worry, I love you too.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

He kisses your forehead and you suddenly wish you weren’t at the club anymore. But instead you chug down your drink and clear your throat in hopes of distracting yourself.

Jack’s smile is suddenly mischievous and it stirs something inside of you. The liquor and the music, his subtle touches over your thighs and the look on his face are conspiring against you. You’re not sure you’ll stand your ground for any longer if he continues this way. Your eyes drop to his hands, innocently proceeding to caress your legs and move his fingers tantalizingly slow.

“What are you doing?”

Silly question. Of course you know, but you can’t help but play pretend. It always makes the games between you two more exciting and you have the feeling this one would be just like that.

“Listen, darling, I know it’s two in the morning but… do you want to – “

“Yes.”

You smile teasingly, and you’re just caught up in his lasso now.

“I didn’t even tell you what I have in mind, honey,” he fake complains.

“You can show me when we get home.”

Jack chugs down his whiskey and smirks again, letting you lead the way. It’s only two in the morning, but you just have the feeling that your night is just getting started.

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Last Chance At Redemption

Chapter 25

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I can’t believe this story is almost over! I’m kinda bummed about it, but I also can’t wait for you guys to read the last few chapters! I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been reading this, and all of my stories for that matter, and commenting on it and all that jazz. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!!

Warnings: Fluff (so much fluff), Swearing, Angst, Arguing,Secret Keeping (is that a thing?),....fairly sure that’s it!

Word Count: 2507

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Trigger - Hayley Williams

Breathe - Pearl Jam

No Use I Just Do - Hayley Williams

I do not give consent for my stories/works to be posted elsewhere. 

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“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have our groceries delivered,” Ransom muttered as they made their way down the produce isle.

“Because we were already out,” Abigail responded, putting spinach in their cart.

“We’re only out because you’re making me go to therapy with you and- OW!” he exclaimed when she suddenly stomped on his foot.

“Stop being such a fucking grump, we both need therapy. This is good for us, grab the celery please,” she smiled sweetly.

“I’m bringing this up in the next session,” Ransom grumbled, throwing the celery in the cart.

“Oh, I’m banking on it,” Abigail smirked.

They had been back together for a little over 2 months and for the most part, things were going extremely well. Yes, Ransom did put up a fight when she suggested they do therapy together, and he didn’t say a single word for the first few sessions, but he eventually came around and that’s when their relationship took a turn for the better. No, every day was not rainbows and sugar plum fairies, but that’s how they liked it.

“The recipe says-”

“Why are you going by the recipe? Why can’t you just trust that I know what I’m doing?” Abigail scowled.

“Because this our 4th time around this fucking store,” Ransom smirked.

“Fuck you,” she laughed, grabbing a bag of chips.

“You don’t even need-”

“You fucking asshole!” a woman yelled towards Ransom, practically running with her cart at full speed.

“Hey!” Abigail snapped, instinctively getting in front of Ransom to protect him. The woman stopped just in time to avoid hitting her. “I don’t know what your issue is, but this is not how you handle it!”

“You’re defending this piece of shit?! This fucking murderer?!”

“Who even are you?” Ransom asked, attempting to get in front of Abigail but failing miserably.

“Of course you don’t know who I am,” the woman laughed humorlessly “it wouldn’t benefit you, so why would you know?”

“Ma’am I don’t know what your issue with him is but-” Abigail started.

“Did you even think twice before you murdered her? Did you even consider how Fran’s family would feel?” the woman snapped, her eyes starting to well up with tears.

Abigail looked back at Ransom, to see that the color had drained from his face, and quickly tried to come up with something. “Ma’am, I don’t know what you think-”

“I don’t think anything! I know he did it! I don’t care what the courts say! She would complain about you being a spoiled little fuck every chance she got, and she wasn’t wrong!”

“Lady, you need to back off now,” Abigail warned, sensing the dread and self-hate that was slowly taking over Ransom.

“You’re gonna defend him?!”

“We don’t know what happened! The court said-”

“You know that’s bullshit as well as I do! He confessed-”

“The court said that he’s innocent, so he must be!” Abigail snapped. “However, if he was had conspired to kill his own grandfather, it would have been pretty fucking stupid of Fran to confront him on her own.”

The woman’s eyes went wide with shock and disbelief, before she spit on the ground in front of them. “You’re both gonna rot in hell!” she snarled before storming off.

“Yeah, the devil’s been keeping our seats warm!” Abigail sniped back.

Both Abigail and Ransom stood there for a moment, multiple eyes on them, before Ransom finally spoke. “Can we just order dinner tonight?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, let’s get the fuck outta here,” Abigail sighed before walking away from their full cart.

They walked to her car in silence, hands laced together, and kept their heads down. The whispers and glares only made Ransom walk faster, wanting escape the feeling of being the town pariah.

When they finally got the car, they were both silent for a minute before Ransom finally spoke. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking-”

“Don’t,” Abigail interrupted “there’s no need.”

“How...?”

“Hugh, I didn’t fall in love with you not knowing what you’re capable of when you’re angry. I know what you did. Fuck, everyone knows what you did. I love you anyway. That’s obviously not changing or fading. Whatever comes our way, we face it together. That’s how this works.”

“How can you-”

“I just do,” she smiled softly, finally turning to meet his gaze.

Ransom took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “I love you,” he sighed once they parted. “You are everything and I...I love you,”

“I had a feeling” she laughed softly. “Let’s just go home. Sound good?” she smiled, starting the car.

“Sounds perfect,” he smirked, leaning his forehead against hers.

That night, they ordered a pizza and watched ‘Coraline’, with Sampson sitting in-between them; hoping to catch whatever toppings fell with his mouth.

Ransom couldn’t help but watch as she went back and forth from watching the movie to playing with Sampson, no evidence of the stress the day had brought them on her face. She was happy and content with it just being the three of them, and hadn’t treated him any different. She wasn’t angry with or ashamed of him. It was almost as if the grocery story incident never happened.

“What happened? Is there something on my face?” she asked, once she caught Ransom staring at her.

“No, I was just thinking of something.”

“Oh, this should be something fun. When do I get to find out?”

“In due time,” he smirked before turning his attention back to the television.

Ransom forced himself to keep his attention on the screen in front of him while his mind went to work. The day’s events showed him that they were more than ready for what he had in mind. He was more than ready.

**

*Two Weeks Later*

“What cha gonna do with my lovin’?! I’m crazy ‘bout your smilin’ eyes!” Abigail sang loud and off key to Sampson, while dancing in the kitchen.

“Leave our poor child alone,” Ransom laughed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.

“Whatcha gonna do?” she sang, picking up Sampson and dancing around the kitchen.

“Jesus,” he laughed “I have a question for you.”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“How attached are you to this house?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna live here forever? Do you not wanna live in this house forever? How attached are you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged “I never really thought about it. I mean, I’m used to it, but we both know it’s morbid. I guess I’d like to move someday.”

“You wanna move into my house?”

“Fuck no,”Abigail laughed as Sampson barked. “Ooo! Since we’re on the topic of houses, remember that old house when we went on that hike a month ago?”

“The creepy looking one that we saw in that woody area?”

“Yes! I loved that house!”

“Of course you did,” he scoffed.

“Shut up,” she laughed. “I think that with some love and affection it would be a great home!”

“Huh, interesting,” Ransom shrugged. “I should’ve guessed.”

“Why? Why all of this talk about houses?”

“We’ve just never talked about it. I’m always here and I don’t know. I was just curious if this our forever home, as you like to call it,” Ransom smirked, rolling his eyes.

“What? Are you trying to whisk us away to a palace tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow,” he smirked, pushing himself off the door frame and turning to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a phone interview,” he called over his shoulder.

When he heard her resuming her singing, he knew that she didn’t suspect a  thing. He jogged up the stairs to his office, formerly Lisa’s room, and pulled out his phone. He dialed the number he had been dialing frequently over the last few weeks.

“Yo,” Jeff answered.

“Hey, so I know where she wants to live. Do you think you could stay out here for a few weeks at a time?”

“Probably longer, it won’t be hard to talk Taylor into coming with me, since she wants to move out there anyway.”

“Really? That’d be perfect! I know how much she loves this house anyway, so you guys can just have it.”

“We can’t afford that house, bro,” Jeff laughed.

“You know Abigail will literally give you guys this house and we’d help you guys out if you ever needed it. Besides, the minute Taylor tells Abigail you all are moving out here, Abs will shove this house down her throat. I know her, she’s sentimental as hell and won’t want this house going to just anyone.”

“Oh, she really has turned you into a softie,” Jeff laughed.

“Fuck off,” Ransom snorted.

“Whatever, Mr. Softie,” Jeff taunted. “Do you have a picture of the house?”

“Oddly enough, yes. She loved the damn thing so much when we were hiking, she made me take a picture of her in front of it,” Ransom chuckled. He sent a picture of it too Jeff and couldn’t help but laugh at the response he received.

“Of course this disaster is what she fell in love with,” Jeff mumbled. “Let me get this straight: she wants a wrap around porch, a terrace, and a fucking library?”

“Those are just the basics,” Ransom laughed.

“Jesus Christ. Alright, I’ve got a few men together from the company I work for and they’re happy to help. We’ll see if the feeling is the same after I show them this shit show,” Jeff muttered.

“I really do appreciate it. I just want everything to be perfect.”

“Does she have any idea?”

“No, and it’s so hard cause I just wanna do it already. However, she deserves to have it this way. This is how she would want it.”

“Yeah, Taylor’s been losing her shit. The sooner I get started on this, the sooner she’ll stop asking me if it’s time. I gotta go though, man. Talk to ya later?”

“Yeah, later,” Ransom responded before hanging up.

Ransom leaned back in his chair and looked at the picture of him and Abigail on his desk. It was from their first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend. He had wanted to take her out on a big fancy date, but she begged to go apple picking. Ransom hated the idea but he was desperate to make her happy. So, he begrudgingly spent the day picking apples and picking out pumpkins for them to carve. As irritated as he was that day, looking over and seeing her smile over something as trivial as picking apples made him happy. She made him happy. Before they left, she made him take a picture with him. She was smiling hard with a basket full of apples, while Ransom had a small smirk has he held up a ridiculously sized pumpkin.

He was sure that would be his favorite photo of them until they had kids. Why? Because to him, that was their relationship summed up. Simple, a bit dumb, happy, and genuine. She had never had any interest in his money or his status. She had only ever cared for him. Her love for him was genuine and pure. She loved him in spite of his flaws and terrible temper. She loved him as he was and worked hard to get him to love himself. No, she didn’t put up with his bullshit, but she was always there at the end of his tantrums. Loving him, forgiving him, and ready to help. Her love for him was something he had never experienced in his life and he never would again.

He was about to open his desk drawer when he heard a soft knock. “What’s up, babe?”

“You’re off the phone already?” Abigail questioned, opening it and standing in the doorway; Sampson pushing past her to get to Ransom.

“Interviewer was a dick. I hung up,” Ransom shrugged, bending over a bit to pet Sampson.

“Asshole, I’m sorry babe. Maybe dinner will help you take your mind off of it?”

“Depends on what’s for dinner.”

“Whatever you want, I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him.

“You’re the most irritating person, did you know that?” Ransom chuckled, getting up and walking towards her. “I think we should do seafood tonight.”

“Seafood it shall be, my love,” Abigail sang as she started making her way back down the steps.

Ransom gave one final look at his desk, a small smile on his face, as he stood aside so Sampson could exit. He turned off the light and closed the door as a feeling of contentment washed over him. For once, he felt that time couldn’t move quick enough. Soon enough, they’d share more than a bed and a dog. They’d share a last name.

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[imaginefan]

Friend From The 20s

Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 1207

Requested: Anon

Request: hiii!! i love your writing!! could u please wright a imagine that klaus old love from the 20s comes back and she’s all bad ass and like she was considered one of the mikaelsons and when she sees tha hayley is pregnant she loses her shit and klaus tries to explain but she just to heart broken… and u can decide the rest sorry if it was very specific and u also don’t need to write it !! keep up the good job love ya!!

Klaus had called you asked you to meet him in Mystic Falls apparently his life was starting to work out and he was ready for his Queen to come home, it took you a couple of  days to get to Mystic Falls so when you got there he wasn't there instead you found Rebekah "Rebekah my love where is your big brother?" You asked as you walked into her living room, she glanced up at you and smiled.

"Which one?" She asked. "You know which one." You smirked as you leant against the archway. "He didn't tell you that he was going to New Orleans?" She asked, "he's convinced that someone is conspiring against him." "You think he's right?" You asked. "My brother is paranoid," Rebekah answered. "Elijah is already there but he stopped answering his phone, I was going to make sure that he was okay, you want to join me?" Rebekah asked. "Well I came here for Klaus might as well go the full mile." You answered.

You'd both gotten to the bar a little way out of town, Rebekah decided to get out and get a drink but the moment that you walked in you knew that they were all vampires, it was a few seconds and a couple of bad words that got you caught in the middle of a fight, you decapitated 3 vampires and took the heart of another while Rebekah took care of the others once you were done you both headed into town.

When you got to the house Rebekah opened the door and there was a girl on the stairs "Are you the maid good there are bags in my car that need to go up to my room." Rebekah said and you raised an eyebrow. "She doesn't look like a maid Rebekah." You said. "She's right," Rebekah said. "Oh right your the werewolf that my brother knocked up," Rebekah said. "Excuse me?" You asked. "Rebekah! Little sister." Klaus said appearing in the room, you looked at him and he had changed with the times much like you had but you recognised the most important parts. "Hold on!" Your voice raised so that the attention was brought to you. "You knew about this and you didn't think that maybe you could have told me before we got here?" "(Y/N)?" Klaus asked. "Did you forget that you asked me to meet you at Mystic Falls?" You asked. "I..." "You were too busy knocking u your werewolf!" You glared at him. "When Mikael come after you, you told me to wait for you, you said that you would come back for me and I believed you, even when people told me to move on I waited for you!" "(Y/N) can we talk?" Klaus asked. "I don't need or want to talk to you, I'll see you 'round." You muttered as you turned and walked out of the door.

Klaus turned to Rebekah "why would you bring her here?" Klaus asked. "She  came looking for you was I supposed to leave her in Mystic Falls?" Rebekah asked. "Nicely played little sister, now if you don't mind I have a relationship to fix excuse me." Klaus pushed past her to follow her out of the door.

You found a bar to drink away all of your sorrows as soon as you left the house your anger left you the body you were just heartbroken, you swirled your drink around in the cup as you tried to decide whether you wanted to stay or leave. "You look like you need someone to talk to." You looked over and saw that there was a man sitting next to you, you listened and it was clear that he was a vampire. "Not interested." You dismissed him as you down the last of your drink. "You sure?" He asked. "She said no," Klaus said as he pulled out the seat on your other side and the vampire walked away. "I don't want to talk to you either." You said as you ordered another drink. "Love-" "You know my name use it." You ordered. "(Y/N)..." He said carefully "I'm sorry I didn't know that this was a possibility." "You think I'm angry about the child?" You asked. "No, I'm angry about the fact that you told me to wait and then went and slept with someone else and I assume there have been others." "(Y/N) I didn't realise how-" "This would make me feel." You finished for him. "That's the problem, isn't it. He'll pay." You called over to the bartender before leaving him at the bar.

A couple of days later you got a call from Rebekah "Hey I need your help." She said. "Hello to you too Rebekah." You greeted. "Are you still in New Orleans?" She asked. "Thought I would do some shopping before heading off." You answered. "You haven't decided whether you want to leave." She said. "What do you need my help with Becca?" You asked. "I'm working with someone so that I can take my life back from Nik." She answered. "Meet me at the Abbitoir."

When you got there they were halfway through getting everything ready to take down Klaus but as you stood there you knew that you were the only person they hadn't counted on "You must be (Y/N)!" You looked over at a man approaching you with Rebekah. "You are?" You asked. "Marcel kind of the quarter." He answered. "That supposed to scare me?" You asked. "Woah you were right about her." He looked a Rebekah. "What do you want from me?" You asked. "We need your help Nik won't fight you," Rebekah said. "So you can't win on your own so you want me to win for you?" You asked. "Yeah, no." You turned to leave and found you were flanked by two vampires. "Well, we can't have to leaving and telling Klaus all about our plan." He smirked. "I don't know anything about your plans, you've got 5 seconds to back off or you'll lose half your army before I leave." You warned. "Marcel let her leave," Rebekah said, you smirked as they stepped aside allowing you to leave.

You waited for Klaus to go in and then waited a few minutes more before appearing in the courtyard, Klaus was chained up and Marcel was looking very proud of himself "Now isn't this something." You mumbled to yourself as you appeared next to one of the vampires that were holding Klaus. "What are you doing?" Marcel asked. "You realised that he slept with someone, that doesn't mean that I want him dead." You said before putting your hand through the vampire's chest as Klaus pulled himself free, the rest was history. While everyone else was cleaning up Klaus approached you. "I suppose this means that you've decided what you want to do." He said as he leant against the bannister. "It does." You answered. "I'm staying here with you." "Why?" He asked. "Because the moment that someone threatened you I wanted nothing more than to make sure that you were safe." You answered. "I'm sorry." He apologised. "I know you are." You smiled. "You're just lucky that I like you."

*Part 2*

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[deceptivemorals]

elijah's connection to other characters // canon divergencies ▬ siblings edition ▬

i'll probably give this sheet more details the more time passes but right now it should work for a quick overview of my elijah's relationship to the following characters (siblings edition):

klaus: tvd s2: elijah loathes him and wants to use the sacrifice to kill klaus because klaus let him believe for decades that klaus had thrown their siblings into the ocean, therefore sealing their fate forever. after klaus confessed in the last moment that this had been a lie, elijah helps him through his first days of being a hybrid but ultimately was tricked by him and daggered. tvd s3: in the beginning majorly pissed at klaus for being daggered and undaggered the rest of their siblings behind klaus' back by making a deal with damon. klaus and elijah shortly work together to defeat esther and finn before elijah left town. he quickly returns to collect klaus's body, stating that he's still his brother and that they remain together. for a short moment, elijah believed klaus has died as he had been staked white an oak stake by alaric before he realizes that his bloodline is still alive, meaning klaus is not truly dead. tvd s4: elijah intends on achieving a deal with klaus: the cure for katherine pierce's freedom. but when he's finally in the possession of the cure, elijah is torn between handing it to klaus or rebekah who desires to be human. elijah wants to make the right choice and decided to give it to rebekah and instead handed over the last remaining white oak stake, hoping it would be enough for pardoning katherine and grant him the chance of happiness and love. however, klaus declined and promised to not only catch katherine but also make it his cause that elijah never know a moment of happiness. when elijah hears the news of witches in new orleans that conspire against klaus, he goes to new orleans to find out what they want, leaving it open if he helps or stops them. to s1: despite klaus's countless betrayals, elijah still believes it's possible to redeem klaus especially after he learnt that klaus is going to be a father. it took quite some time to convince klaus about the fact that this is a gift and that it was their chance to be a family. when he finally succeeded, however, klaus daggered elijah again and gave his body as a deposit to marcel. when elijah awoke, he was beyond mad at klaus and the tension only grew when klaus accused him of trying to steal his child just because he got along with hayley causing elijah to leave town. to s4/5: elijah hasn't been in contact with klaus for the past few years and instead led his own life somewhere else. he only returns to take over a piece of the hollow to save his niece's life. he only realizes the consequences of that much later and when he becomes aware of the fact that he won't see his siblings ever again, he regrets having cut contact with klaus

rebekah: short and sweet: he loves her although he often questions her choice of men and tries to tether her to reality, knowing that rebekah tends to get lost in wishful thinking just as she did when she was hellbent on taking the cure.

kol: elijah doesn't really share a connection with kol. in fact, he wasn't even aware that he had been killed in tvd s4 as he wasn't there and no one bothered to tell him. if he had known, he would have avenged his death. elijah also only realizes much later that he has 'neglected' kol for the sake of klaus and kinda excluded him from their family. elijah finds kol’s sometimes childish and oven reckless behavior tiring.

freya: elijah didn't know much about his only older sister as she was a topic that's usually been avoided and eventually, elijah stopped bothering to ask. after freya's return, elijah initially was pretty suspicious and wary of her. now, elijah loves her and would do anything to protect her. he often has issues of accepting he's not the 'older and therefore -in his opinion- responsible sibling' anymore.

finn: initially, elijah looked up to finn when they were children but quickly directed his attention to klaus once he was born as finn didn't seem to be too keen on having elijah around. as they grew older and especially after they turned into vampires, elijah doesn't have a good relationship with finn at all. they don't talk to each other unless necessary. elijah sees him as a traitor after he tried to get them killed.

[andreal831]

Gonna piggyback off that last question, what if there was no hope? Klaus was already back in New Orleans, Elijah was following, and let’s be real, eventually Rebekah would’ve gone back too. Hayley would’ve been in the area too with her trying to find her family. I could see Klaus thinking Hayley was spying on him in some way after them being in the same area post one night stand. Instead of Klaus being jealous of haylijah due to hope, he could be worried they’re plotting against him.

What direction do you think the show would’ve gone in had Hayley never gotten pregnant?

It’s been like half a year since I’ve watched this show, so it’s very possible I got some of the details wrong.

So Klaus knew Hayley was headed to New Orleans, he's the one who saw her birthmark and told her about the Crescent wolves. He wouldn't be surprised to see her down there. But I could see him thinking that it was all a plot to get him down there. After all, he knew she had betrayed the MF gang, so he knew she wasn't afraid to manipulate.

Now, getting Klaus to New Orleans may have been different. Celeste had spread rumors that the witches of New Orleans were conspiring against him, however, I believe it was Katherine notifying him that something was going on in New Orleans that required his attention (aka pregnant Hayley) which actually got him to investigate. I would have loved for Celeste and Katherine to actually be working together on this. Celeste could have also just sent word to Klaus that Marcel was alive. I believe the Mikaelsons would have returned upon finding that out.

I love haylijah but I don't know how much interaction they would have outside of her being pregnant. A lot of their early interactions came from him protecting her when the witches used the pregnancy to harm her.

Without the pregnancy, Hayley would have gone out to the bayou and, from day one, her focus would have been on finding the cure to her pack. I could even see Celeste recruiting her early in and making a deal with her that the wolves would side with the witches if she undid the curse. This would put Hayley and Elijah on opposite sides of the battle. However, me being the haylijah optimist I could still see them working out. Elijah would go to her as the only werewolf that could speak up for them (Eve would defer to her). Elijah would attempt to be the diplomat and make peace in New Orleans for their family. However, without the pregnancy connection and her early connection with Elijah (him saving her) she would be less influenced to side with the vampires. Although, I do think Hayley was more politically minded than the other werewolves and would have understood it was more important to make peace than vengeance.

I also think she would be more wiling to go along with Jackson without her early connection to Elijah. She was desperate for any connection to family and here he was, saying marrying him was what her parents wanted. She wouldn't have had her own found family in the Mikaelsons and I could see her wanting to do whatever she could to connect to her parents after finding out they were dead. It honestly could have been a more interesting love triangle with Hayley agreeing to the betrothal but then developing feelings for Elijah, rather than Jackson just being on the outside of Hayley and Elijah falling for themselves and circumstances forcing Jackson and Hayley together.

I do think they would still fall for each other without the pregnancy if they were given the time to interact. Elijah loved how Hayley fought for her family, which would still be present, and Hayley loved how protective Elijah was, which I think would still end up coming out. They were immediately physically attracted to each other so the rest would just play out with them working together to bring peace to New Orleans. In some ways it would have been easier because Elijah wouldn't have to hold back because of Klaus. Though he might if he found out about the arranged marriage. So we would still have some drama to work through.

You're right that Klaus would have less logical reason to be jealous but that wouldn't stop him from being jealous. Klaus has always had a weird possessiveness over his siblings love lives, being jealous just because they dared to love someone outside of him. I think the jealousy would be even worse because he had no reason to not just kill Hayley, especially if she was challenging the power he wanted in New Orleans. Depending on how well Elijah knew Hayley, it would put him in the center of battle of New Orleans. I would have loved Season 1 to focus on Elijah since he was tied to each faction and being pulled in each direction.

Thanks for the ask! I love AU/canon-divergent haylijah stories.

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Netflix Life of Magic and Wonders

It’s the weekend, or a sick day, or just a regular Tuesday night, and you need to binge-watch something. You don’t just want it, you need it. Where to begin? Fear not — we’re here to help. Below you’ll find an ever-expanding recommended list of TV shows available on Netflix, curated by me

The Rain

As the person hit with the droplet of rain within the second it spread their zombie infection which will cause the eco apocalypse in Scandinavia

After staying for six years in a bunker for the first time two Danish siblings emerge safety from infected rainfall they set out in search of their father.

While searching for their father they encounter other young survivors, together they head out for the quest on the abandoned land in search for sign of life . There is love, jealousy and other coming of age dilemma of young people faced even after the post apocalyptic throughout the series

Stranger Things

A group of young children witness supernatural forces as one of their friend is disappeared which leads to start different chain of events which disturb the peaceful small town, Hawkins

This series is the whole package it has everything another dimension , magic , monsters,Russians conspiracy plot etc.

The creators of the show Duffer brothers (Matt and Ross) created their own fictional town as Hawkin, as they thought it would be really cool

Originally show is made in Georgia, where a state is know for offering production incentives to TV and movie crews.

Shadow and Bone

Shadow and bone is based on the fantasy novel know as "Six Of Crow” written by an American author Leigh Bardugo. Its first novel from Grisha novel trilogy.

Alina starkov is an teenage orphan girl who grew up with Malyen Oretsev at an orphanage in Keramzin in the kingdom of Ravaka.

Ravaka is war - torn because of Shadow fold a permanent darkness separating in east and west Ravaka with the creatures known as Volcra

When Protagonist Alina starkov unleashes that she is grisha with an extraordinary power that may unite the torn world together by destroying the shadow fold where monsters are crawling that feast on human flesh the dark forces conspire against her.

Locke and Key

Locke and key is based on a comic book by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez. Locke and key is about love, loss, and unshakable bond of family.

The Locke siblings and their mother move into their ancestral home Keyhouse after their father is murdered mysteriously. After exploring the Keyhouse they discovered that house is full of magical keys, which can be related to their father death.

After investigate the different magical keys locke siblings discover their distinctive powers which brings out an mysterious monster who is diligent to steal from them

The Order

Jack Mortan a college freshmen is shove into world of magic, monsters and intigue when he joins a secret society know as Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose in Belgrave university. Bit as he dig deeper he came across his dark family secrets while avenging his mother’s-death. Due to this he land up in underground battle between practitioners of dark magic and werewolves.

To the monsters that hide within and to uncover our true selves its a magical journey.

The 100

"Ark” a giant space station which was put together by the remaining people into the space to survive after the earth was destroyed by the nuclear war.

The Ark consist 12 different space stations which was banded together to form a single gigantic station. But later Ark’s life systems was failing so after 97 years of living in the space the counsel sends the 100 juvenile prisoners down to if earth is habitable again. However they discover that not all humanity was wiped out, there were the people on the earth who survive the war called as grounders by the 100 .

Confronting the dangers of this rugged new world, they struggle to form a tentative community.

The Vampire Dairies

The vampire dairies is based on popular book series with the same name written by L.J.Smith

The lives, loves, dangers and disasters within the town, Mystic Falls, Virginia. Creatures of unspeakable horror lurk beneath this town as a teenage girl is suddenly torn between two vampire brothers.

The series is about lifetime of Elena Gilbert, a teenage girl who has just lost both parents during a car accident, as she falls crazy with a 162-year-old vampire named Stefan Salvatore .

Therefore the returning of mysterious Damon Salvatore who is older brother of Stefan Salvatore makes the relationship complicate between Elena and Stefan. Damon Salvatore returns, with an idea to bring back their old flame Katherine Pierce, a vampire who looks exactly like Elena. Later lucky for Elena certain powers of her which have toned down since childhood we’re beginning to awaken. Even she had group of friends with gifts of their own to protect her

The Originals

The Originals is the first spin-off from The Vampire Dairies. The world’s Original Vampires - the world’s first vampire, from whom all the vampires are decended who are known as Mikaelson family. Mikaelson family is thousand year old vampire. The Originals is about the Mikaelson siblings (Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson). However Klaus is a hybrid (part vampire , part werewolf)

Klaus originally built New Orleans, but now in order to re-take the city klaus must take down his protege Marcel Gerard who is now incharge of New Orleans . Due to Klaus’s father Mikael hunting him down in the city he had to flee from the New Orleans while it was being put together and Marcel took charge.

Later he found out that Hayley a werewolf is expecting a child, he will so anything to protect his unborn child. “Every King needs an Heir” was said by Klaus while accepting his unborn child. The child is a first to be born a Tribrid (part vampire , part werewolf and part witch).

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall a high school student gets bitten by a werewolf when he and his best friend Stiles Stilinski goes to woods, to look for a dead body and his whole life turned around.

As a result they find themselves in the middle of all sorts of drama in Beacon Hills. The bite made it hard to control anger for Scott, but the bite also has its own perks - stronger, faster, new star in the lacrosse team and popularity. But it also made him pray for werewolf hunters and enemy to some of his own kind.

Scott has fallen for the new girl in town, Allison Argent. But later he discover that here dad is trying to hunt and kill Scott as her family is werewolf hunter. Scott now have to figure out how to balance his life and how to control his new powers.

With his best friend Stiles Stilinski by his side they work through these changes and help save beacon hills from various different supernatural threats

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The Birthday Party (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series, Ch. 10/1)

Due to technical issues, Chapter 10 is out today: apologies for the delay! Part 2 featuring the James confrontation will be out later today as planned so stay tuned!

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Word Count: 3000+

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Zetta x Adele Series Tag: @eternal-langdon @nydeiri

➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2, Ch. 9

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"I'm positive you'll be quite pleased with the venue, Madam" Sabine smiles, her eyes gleaming as she guides me through the hallways. I can tell she's beaming and thrilled for tonight: knowing her, adrenaline is pumping through her veins and she won't rest until the party is officially over and she touches her pillow. But she looks genuinely anxious of showing me the results of her hard work. Well, her and Adele's. She must be proud of it: she's literally floating by my side. "I'm sure I will, ma chere Sabine" I agree, mirroring her smile. "You never disappointed me once, I doubt you'll start tonight" Her whole face brightened up with pride, even if she tries to hide it to preserve her professional demeanour. But I know her well enough and I wouldn't have shared my praise if that wasn't the effect I had in mind. When we finally reach our destination, my little Napoleon stops in front of the closed doors of the cafe and looks back at me. "Allons-y, Madam?" she lilts in French, her head high. In response, to channel my Zetta role I close my eyes and dramatically offer her a hand. "Lead the way, Sabine"

I can't see her but I know my flair for drama amused her. She probably shook her head before taking my hand and opening the doors. As she gently guides me inside, my heart starts racing in my chest and I smile to myself at my childish excitement. I better cherish it: I am somehow thrilled for my party even if I know it won't have a happy ending...Jamie dear certainly has something in store for me and I'm not sure it's anything good or even remotely pleasant, knowing his wicked plan. I cannot know if he'll succeed in ruining me, his only family in this world, and my reputation, my engagement to Richard; if he won't, he'll try his best to ruin my little happy soirée. That I know for sure. I summon every ounce of hopeful strength inside me and cast those thoughts aside: it's my night tonight and I wanna have a ball. No matter how hard he conspires against me. I deserve a little happiness after all the drama and heartbreak I've endured over the last few days on this Ship of Dreams, right? All I ask is just a jolly night of fun, champagne, good music and the company of my dear ones. I don't care about the others and anything else, honestly. I don't need anything else on my birthday night. Sabine's voice saves me from my own considerations and invites me to open my eyes. I oblige, barely refraining my curiosity, and when I do, the view takes my breath away. The Café Parisien is so...beautiful tonight. The breathtaking views on the ocean are framed by red velvet curtains, just like those used in theaters and cinemas, that now decorate the whole room, replacing the usual graceful ivy. A quintet is harmonising under a white trellis braided with ivy while waiters in impeccable first class uniforms are pouring champagne into flautes. They twinkle like gems at the light. The maestro rushes to hand me one, graciously wishing me a happy birthday and assuring me that they will go above and beyond to provide me and my guest a wonderful night. A night to remember, we say at the same time before he bows and resumes his duties. As he leaves, I realise that there are more wonders in store for me. "Sabine what- what are these?" I gasp, taking in the posters of my pictures and even old plays adorning the walls, surrounded by a display of painted props and what looks like postcards? I take a closer look and pick up one of them, being careful not to cause any damage. On the back someone hand-wrote "promotional picture for The Small-Town Showgirl: très chic!". I smile to myself before placing it back and picking another. I cannot believe how my little Napoleon and Adele managed to find this: an old picture of my last performance in Vienna. I turn it to find another note: "So young, so cute, so talented: go, Zetta!". I chuckle at the cheerfulness of the kind author of this comment and I feel truly touched, thankful: I don't know who they are but their words made this homage to my past even more heartwarming. It is truly a tribute to my career, to me. A testament to what I've achieved so far, to who I am. I couldn't have possibly imagined a better way to celebrate my comeback. This is an ode to my renaissance. "That was Miss Carrem's idea, Madam. She mentioned something about her cabinmate being a huge fan of yours as well as the beholder of a collection of posters and memorabilia of your career. She offered to ask her to let us use it tonight." Sabine explains, still standing where I left her, a few steps away. Another soft smile crosses my face at the mention of Adele. I should have known this was your doing, my love. So thoughtful and sweet, just like you. I shouldn't be surprised: over the last few days you've gone to great lengths to support me and to shake me from my dreamless slumber. You showed me how to be a whole again. "Is Adele's cabinmate on the guest list tonight? I'd like to thank her personally" I say, putting the old picture away and turning to face Sabine. "I'm afraid not...je souis desoleé, Madam, I didn't think of adding Mademoiselle Lena, I think that's the name" my little Napoleon winces. She looks taken aback by my question but genuinely sorry. I reassure her that it's nothing when an idea crosses my mind. "Sabine, book a table here at the Café for tomorrow night. Mademoiselle Lena will be my guest over dinner. I'd be delighted to make her acquaintance and it's the least I can do, she's been so kind and generous with me already" I suggest with a smile. My maid considers it for a minute then nods enthusiastically. It sounds like a good idea to her too. Before I can ask if at least Adele is here, the early guests walk in. I should welcome them properly: I flash a quick knowing smile to Sabine and head towards them: may no one say Zetta is a bad host, I won't allow it! Unsurprisingly, the first to kiss my hand is the Baron. Ha, I bet that old dog will be the first to arrive and the last to leave. As the quintet starts playing, he's followed by Lucille, my dear Lucille. She's dashing at the arm of her dignified athlete husband. She kisses my cheeks and comments that I look gorgeous in the outfit...she helped out picking, I remind her giggling. She looks closer to add conspirationally "gorgeous as a Sultan's favorite, my dear! You'll make heads turn". She winks and we both burst out a laughter clinging our glasses. Then it's time to welcome colleagues and wealthy admirers, fellow first class passengers and moguls. Some are friends, some are merely acquaintances that unwritten laws of society and decorum put on my guest list for the night, others are simply upper-crust sharks. As I slip into the idle chit chat the occasion requires, I check the room for any sign of Adele: where is my love I long so dearly to see again? Instead, I almost bump into James and a shiver runs through my spine at the sight of him. What a practised actor he is - better, thinks he is!- all dressed up to the nines and a smile plastered on his face. He kisses my cheeks and wishes me a happy birthday before assuring me, a disturbing playfulness in his voice, that he has something special in store for me. It takes all my acting mastery to fake a surprised reaction and not betray the pang of ache I felt as his threat in disguise left his mouth. "Always full of surprises, my darling, aren't you?" I comment, smiling but there is little warmth inside my battered heart. I take a relieved sigh when he and Matteo walks away to get drinks. Is this how we were supposed to end, Jamie? My heart rejoices though when I notice Lawrence and Felix approaching: I excuse myself with a colleague and move towards them. I greet them with my most genuine smile and pull them both into a tight hug as if they were an anchor: I can only hope it will convey how much I value their presence here, tonight. We may not be closest pals but we share a deep bond. As we linger in our embrace, I think they feel it too. We start chatting as if we've never left each other side since we left Southampton: they flatter me to no end - oh they're certainly among the most refined smooth talkers I've ever known yet, unlike many, earnest and true- and the conversation quickly turn towards the beauty of the decor and even a little humour. The Baron and a couple of other gentlemen join us: we crack jokes and laugh and I finally seem to relax after my brief conversation with my nephew. I'm sharing a silly story with Lawrence when I hear Felix saying: "Oh look, Miss Carrem is here!" I stop mid sentence and turn my head out of instinct as if her name was a siren's song I can't resist. And then I see her: my wondrous love, radiant in a gorgeous blue outfit adorned with gems, "walking in beauty" into the crowd. I can't refrain myself from calling her name as a renewed cheerfulness spreads through my veins. As she waves at me with a shy smile, I can't bear to stay away from her any longer: I hastily excuse myself and make my way toward her, drawn by that magnetic pull that always tether us to each other. I'm almost out of breath for the excitement and joy to be reunited with her when I finally stand in front of her. How hard is to refrain the instinct to hold her in my arms! "Adele! I've been looking for you!" My eyes falls on the pearls around her neck and I can distinctively feel my heart jumping out of my chest: she's wearing my token of affection. "What a lovely necklace..." My voice is as soft as my smile. And a secretive tenderness is written all over my love's face when our eyes meet again. "Thank you for my party. It's divine!" I say, struggling to hide my true feelings. "Don't thank me, thank Sabine" Adele shrugs, her gaze searching for my maid in the crowd. "Wherever she's fluttered off to..." "Sabine is a hard worker, but hard work is nothing without a bit of creative spark - remember that" I wink at her, handing a cold glass of champagne promptly offered by a zealous waiter. I observe her for a moment as she drinks and enjoy the view of her work. I could look at her all day and still find little details to fall for: the tiny dimples forming on her cheeks as she smiles, the way the light dances in her eyes... As the quintet starts playing a waltz, I ask her if she likes the music and if she knows how to waltz. There is a hint of her irresistible playfulness in the way she rises and eyebrow at me, replaying that alas, Viennese waltz isn't the most popular dance in London pubs and taverns. "Is it by chance similar to ragtime?" We burst into laughter and I forget all the unpleasantness lurking in the dark. "I'll teach you one day, if you'd like" I add, smiling softly just as the bell announces the dinner and we are separated once again. Leaving my love's side, I accidentally brush my hand against hers: please know how hard it is to part from you, Adele, even if just for a bright dinner. As I take my seat, I immediately notice that James managed to find a way to change his assigned seat and breath over Adele's neck. Luckily, Sabine and Matteo seem to share my apprehension and our gazes converge on my nephew smiling in a pretender of lovable politeness to my secretary. My little Napoleon and I exchange a resolute look and I know she will keep an eye on them while I'll be busy entertaining my guests. But first, my speech. Sabine taps lightly on her glass with a fork as I stand, rising my flaute. When all eyes are on me, I put on my brightest smile and speak: "Welcome, old friends and new. I'd like to make a little toast - now, now, Lawrence. Don't groan." "Thank you all for being here with me to celebrate my twentieth birthday!" Soft laughter rings among the tables just as expected. I shrug in an exaggerated yet mischievous show of apology. "That's a joke, of course. You'll never know how old I really am. Let's lift our glasses first to my staff, with whom this night would not be possible" I lift my glass to Sabine before laying my eyes on Adele again. My guests oblige, exchanging smiles. "They planned this in matter of days - a testament to the incredible things that can happen in such a short time" I'm glad that my love meets my eyes now because my words are for her only now. "If you're with the right person, that is" I can't betray myself now, I need to keep the Zetta act on but I think Adele noticed the hint of softness I tried to convey with my last line. It was for you, only you, my love. I turn towards the rest of the table as I continue my speech. "I'm sad my Richard can't be here, but that will only make our reunion in New York that much sweeter. I'm so happy all of you could come in his stead to celebrate this next phase of my life, my love, my work...To you!" Everyone raises their glasses and repeat my refrain. A thrill runs through me and I realises that no matter what lies ahead tonight, I'm...happy now. Just happy as I feel, I sense my renaissance starting, no blossoming inside me. I drain my champagne ecstatically and dab my eyes with a kerchief as I take my seat. The dinner is sublime: I can see my little Napoleon's touch here. Every course is a delight for the eye and an explosion of flavour. Champagne is cold and perfect, a divine nectar, and our glasses are never empty for long. I cheer with pleasure every now and then at a new exquisite delight and I ask the zealous waiters to bring my compliment to the chef more than once. Hope that fella will have such a big head tonight after all the effort and expertise he showed here! I try to check on James and Adele whenever I can but my guests are relentless when it comes to chase my attention. They keep sharing awe and singing the praises for the night as well as asking of Richard, if I've heard from him, how things are in New York and how the new picture is getting along. I bet some are covertly fishing for complementary tickets. Others just want to hear stories from the shiny world of cinema. The usual. But I'm happy to oblige tonight. When the dessert is over and the men start searching their coat pockets for cigars, a group of women gather around me. Champagne made us all a bit more daring and social than usual. A bit tipsy too, yes. I chat a little with them before moving to another group of ladies and then another. I hold court, merry and bright as I'll ever be, and steal furtive glances to my love. My beautiful Adele. I'm distracted by a few ladies asking me about my latest trip to Paris. Everyone loves ever eternal Paris... I can't blame them honestly. Walking down the river, the views of Notre Dame and Montmartre: oh, what a dream is Paris! I'm telling them about the artists painting in the streets when I notice another dream, my Adele, approaching. The French capital suddenly vanishes away in my mind as well as my little adoring audience. I stop mid-sentence, for the second time this evening and stand to meet her. Too tipsy to care about what others might think or if they would ever notice, I wrap her fully in an embrace, inhaling her scent. "It really is a wonderful party, isn't it?" I cheer, beaming at her as we part. "And you're the shining star of it all" Adele's soft smile washes over me and I curse our unfortunate fate. If only I could kiss her right here, right now... "I couldn't have done it without you" I say instead. "In fact...I've been singing your praises all night" A foolish idea hits me like a thunder and I gape to myself before taking her hands into mine. "I insist you meet all my interesting friends and foolish acquaintances!" Adele looks taken aback so before she can react,  I wrap my arm with her own and guide her around the room. I get the attention of a group of socialites mingling with a rather popular colleague and introduce her. "This is Adele Carrem, of London" I say, my head high, announcing her like royalty. She deserves it: after all, isn't she the Queen of my heart? We stand like equals here, tonight...since we met, actually. Or at least since I got to know the brave radical standing here at my side. I'm glad to see that everyone treats her with the highest respect: if she's at my arm, she must belong here, they certainly think. I smile approvingly when my young colleague even kiss her hand as he would have done with the wealthiest passengers on board. A couple of directors back from the smoking room join us and the chat gets lively as I discretely play with my hand on the small of her back. One of my guest, Annette, a gracious colleague and friend accidentally met on board asks her about London and our first encounter. I look at my love, unsure of how she would answer to that, how we should answer to that and I see her hesitate a little. My breath catches in my throat even if I try to conceal it but I soon relaxed seeing Adele shrugging nonchalantly, a smile on her lips. "Well, that's a long story..." "The likes of which the world has hardly seen" I complete her sentence with a smirk, amusing our audience with my witty Zetta humour. "Oh, is that how you want to play it?" Adele giggles, making a scene to raise an eyebrow at me. "Why, how do you want to play it? It's true!" I shrug, eliciting new soft laughter. My love playfully dismisses me and turns to my guests. "She's just mad I crushed her at the shuffleboard courts the other day" I let out a hearty laughter. God, it's so easy to fall into an easy rhythm with her, without trying or forcing it. It comes natural, like breathing...as if we were meant to be. "To be precise you didn't crush me. It was almost a tie" "Was it?" Annette inquiry, skeptical and amused by our little show. I hesitate a little, a dramatic pause, my eyes wandering between her and Adele, then I hang my head and groan. "Oh c'mon, she has never played shuffleboard before! Do not butcher my pride!" After my words are welcomed with another round of laughter, Adele starts talking about our time on the ship as if we've known each other for years. I'm so thankful and touched: this is exactly how I feel about her. I wish I knew her earlier. There is warmth, the deep loyalty she showed with deeds not mere words in every little detail she mentions. There is also an affection the world better not see or suspect but people is generally blind to those kind of love and my little revolutionary knows how to be secretive and guarded. When we've made rounds, I need a break. I love the party but I need some fresh air and a private moment with my love. When I see a chance opening, I grab her hand and pull her out into the open air, into the night and to the far end of the deck, toward the end of a row of chairs, where it's quiet. Yes, here it should be safe. We keep silent for a moment than I exhale loudly. "I needed this" I move towards the railing, throwing my head back and breathing in the fresh air of the night. Thank God, the alcohol I had keeps me warm because it's chilly out here. Probably below zero? We must be heading North and we're in the open sea...I bet the water swaying beneath us is freezing. "The quiet?" Adele asks, retrieving a blanket from the chairs. Ah, my most considerate secretary! "Yes, and tonight in general" I consider, rambling as I rest my back on the cold railing. "This party. That food. The wine. It's perfect" "I'm so glad to hear it" Adele smiles, moving closer and wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. "And on top of it all, it's my birthday!" I squeal in a tipsy high pitched voice when she's near enough. My love giggles: yes, I'm probably quite a picture as the fine wine of our dinner is kicking in. She's so beautiful when she laughs, always and her closeness is intoxicating. "What?" I tease her, cocking my head to the side and leaning close enough that my arm touches her. A sparkle of electricity runs up my arm at that casual touch. My eyes quickly stroke her lips before meeting hers again. "Do you have a present for me?" There is no one around, only the faint echo of the quintet playing and the ocean waves. Adele leans in and I smile against her lips as our mouths meet. It's sweet and light, a tender romantic kiss underneath the stars that spread a comforting warmth through my whole body: I don't even need the blanket she's wrapping around my shoulders as she gently pulls me closer. It's been a while since I last felt anything close to this: is this what being in the arms of your love feels like? When we part, we both hesitate. The sounds of the party are distant and there are no passengers or stewards in sight. We smile at each other and kiss again, longer this time but with no hurry or hunger. I touch my hand to her cool cheek: can time stop now? Can a moment last forever? If so, God please let it be this moment when I'm dizzy and drunk of this sweet pure love so far away from land. Eventually we pull back to catch our breath. Before speaking, I take a moment to look at my love smiling softly at me. The gems on her dress twinkle in the dark and I can see the stars reflecting in her eyes. She's my star though, my Northern star casting the brightest light in the dusk of my mad existence. "I've been waiting to do that all night" I sigh contently. As Adele gently strokes my back, I continue unable, unwilling to hide my heart's feelings any longer. "If I'm honest, I don't even want to reach shore, I don't want to go back to the party...I just want to stay out here with you. Forever" My love smiles, tender and pained at the same time. Her voice is as soft as a sweet caress. "I know, I wish this moment didn't have to end" "Let's just make a tent of this blanket - we can live off seal meat and rainwater!" I suggest as the thought of a life lived side by side with her blinds me. We both laugh then Adele speaks again. "What about your acting career?" she inquires, stroking my cheek. "We'll make our own plays. Whaddya say?" I shrug, leaning to the touch. There are so many we cannot say, so many objections but also desperate wishes and dreams on her face. On mine too. I mean it when I said I want to stay here with here forever. I'm not foolish enough to think what I feel blossoming inside me is that ever consuming amour fou immortalised by poets, after what? a couple of days it's too soon to even put a label to it but it's crystal clear to me now that I don't want to part from her. I want her close, near, to warm my troubled soul at the calming yet restless fire burning inside her. Let it kindle what I hid deep inside, away from the prying of the world, and offer it to her, if she wants it too. Sadly, our time is almost over and I embrace Adele tighter when she takes my face in her hands and kiss me again. One last kiss, slow and deep, filled with all we must left unsaid. I return it in kind. When our eyes meet again, I know she felt it too. Our words were silent but we were listening.

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Punishment

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Words: 3781

Summary: Based on episodes 1x7 and 1x8, after Elijah assumes the worst of his brother, Klaus bites the reader, a fellow Original and Elijah's wife. As the sickness and hallucinations from the venom set in, the reader is forced to face some of the darkest moments from her history, including betrayal and conspiring with their greatest enemy: Mikael.

Notes: I’m so glad to finally have an Elijah imagine! Rewatching the Originals, I thought that this would be an interesting take on the episode The River in Reverse. Enjoy!

You cursed Tyler for forcing your rescue mission into the humid and bug infested bayou. You could have been sitting comfortably at home enjoying your returned husband’s presence, but instead, you were arguing with Klaus over his intentions for his unborn child.

“Tyler Lockwood brought Hayley here to test a theory.” Elijah began. “That the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” He gazed furiously at his brother, but Klaus’ expression held only the hurt of betrayal.

“And of course you assume it's true.” He growled. “I mean, why else would I show any interest in my own flesh and blood?”

“Just tell us if you knew, Nik.” You pleaded. You wanted so badly to believe that it wasn’t, that he was only concerned with his child’s well being, but after a thousand years, your instinct was to assume the worst when it came to Klaus.

“A heartbroken little cry baby points his finger at me and my own brother falls in line.” His gaze shifted from Elijah to you. “I expect Elijah to always make me the villain, but I had expected more sympathy from you.” Your eyes fell to the dirt, unable to look him in the eye. Elijah continued.

“Spare me your indignation.” He spat. “When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Hayley or her child beyond your own selfish pursuits?” Klaus was growing more irritable by the second.

“Elijah, he might be telling the truth.” You started, hoping to diffuse some of the tension between the two brothers, but he ignored you.

“What was it you once said to me?” He mimicked Niklaus’ voice to mock him. “Every king needs an heir.” Klaus’ expression deepened with hurt and anger.

“My big brother...” His voice was quiet and fuming with emotion. “So you doubt my intentions, well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Standing beside the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother. A liar. A manipulator. Bastard.”

“Klaus, please.” You stepped towards him, but he only glowered towards you.

“That’s all I am to all of you, isn’t it?”

“Brother-” Elijah tried to begin, but Klaus stopped him.

“We have said all that needs to be said, brother.” Klaus’ voice was now a low and menacing growl. He stepped back with a devilish smirk. “I’ll play the role I’ve been given.” He walked away before turning back and grabbing your arm. He yanked you into him, digging his fangs into your neck as you cried out in agony.

“No!” Elijah exclaimed, rushing towards you as Klaus pushed away. He wrapped his arms around you, shielding you from whatever else his brother may have planned. But Klaus merely backed away.

“I hope the three of you enjoy each other’s company. But I’d be careful once the hallucination sets in, Elijah. Our dear Y/N may have a few secrets tucked away in that subconscious of hers.” He disappeared.

“What the hell?” Hayley gasped.

“Help me get her inside,” Elijah ordered, helping you stand.

“I’ll be fine, Elijah.” You insisted, taking a step on your own, but ended up stumbling back into his arms.

“Hayley, please,” Elijah begged. Hayley put your arm over her shoulders and helped Elijah walk you to the cabin sitting on the water.

“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with your family?” Hayley shook her head with an exasperated breath. Elijah sat you down on the bed, cupping your face in his hands.

“I’m going to kill him.” He muttered angrily, examining the bite on your neck.

“I’ll be fine, Elijah.” You sighed. “It won’t kill me.” You gave him a weak smile. “This isn’t the first time Nik has used me to punish you. It’s not even the worst time.”

Elijah knew exactly what you were talking about. It was not a memory he often liked to think of. It was the early 1500’s and the four of them lived in Copenhagen, Denmark. Not long before, you and Elijah helped the young girl that you’d befriended escape Klaus’ ritual. He hadn’t forgiven you for letting Katerina Petrova get away and you feared that his wrath would intervene with the wedding. After nearly five hundred years of being vampires, Elijah finally felt safe enough to propose. It was the night before the wedding was when Klaus exacted his revenge on his brother and his soon-to-be sister in law.

“Y/N!” Elijah called out, practically skipping down the corridor to your room. He had a dinner prepared, just for the two of you, and a moonlit walk through the gardens with his bride to be. “Y/N, darling, come downstairs-” As he opened the door, he was surprised to find his younger brother instead.

“Haven’t you heard that it’s terribly bad luck to make love before the wedding, brother,” Klaus smirked, twirling a dagger around in his fingers. “I would so hate for something to befall you… or your bride.”

“Niklaus, what have you done with Y/N?” Elijah seethed, looking around the room for some hint as to where you could be. Klaus’ smug smile only grew.

“We had a row.” He shrugged. “Perhaps she took a walk to calm down. Or perhaps some rest might do her good.” Elijah realized what dagger Klaus was holding and his heart sunk.

“You didn’t.” He shook his head in disbelief. Klaus chuckled deeply and stood, walking across the room to his brother. Elijah clenched his fists. “Where is she?”

“Now that’s for me to know, and you to spend the next seventy years agonizing over.” He continued to toy with the weapon until Elijah shoved him against the wall, his voice practically a growl.

“Need I remind you that I am getting married tomorrow?” He spat. Klaus tried to push him away, but Elijah stood his ground in anger.

“Consider it punishment for your betrayal concerning the Doppelganger.” Klaus hissed. He finally pushed Elijah back by holding the dagger pointed at his brother’s chest.

“Do it.” Elijah dared. “Box me away along with the other problems you think you can escape. For I will make your life a living hell if you do not release her.”

“Oh, I don’t think you will.” Klaus laughed. “If you so much as feed without my permission, I will ensure that you never see Y/N again. And if you try and find her, brother, I will see to it that her coffin winds up at the bottom of the ocean. Or perhaps I’ll just leave her behind and let Mikael have his way with her. I’m sure he’d enjoy ripping her apart.” The look in Klaus’ eyes scared Elijah more than he cared to admit, but he knew that Klaus would destroy you if he didn’t obey.

“How can you be so willing to destroy your own brother’s happiness. To harm a woman that you’ve known almost all your life. A woman who has shown you nothing but love.”

“I wouldn’t speak such praises of Y/N, brother, for there are things about her you do not know. You should consider this a favor.” Klaus began to storm out of the room, but Elijah called out one last remark.

“I was right.” He fell to his knees in front of your bed, his hands finding the sheets, searching to feel your warmth. He could not stop the tears in his eyes, for he knew not when or if he’d see you again. Klaus had taken the one person that he truly loved, without remorse. “You really have lost all of your humanity, brother.” He spat out the last word as if it left a sour taste in his mouth. Klaus didn’t turn back, but even as he walked back down the hall, he could hear Elijah’s anguished cries. If only he knew the truth.

He didn’t see you again until they arrived in New Orleans… 200 years later. Somehow, Klaus had kept your coffin hidden among Kol and Finn’s. Elijah and Klaus’ relationship had never been the same since that night and Klaus knew that there was one thing he could do to even gain the smallest bit of sympathy from his brother again. Plus your punishment had gone on long enough.

“Do you remember that day?” You laughed painfully. Elijah asked Hayley to get him a bowl of water and a towel to sooth your fever. “I’ll never forget your face.” You reached up your hand and caressed his face.

“Nearly 200 years and you never moved on.” Klaus stood by his brother on the balcony of their new home, thanks to the mayor’s love of gold. He held to glasses of the finest whiskey. “No amount of harlots or far off princesses deterred your love for her.”

“I don’t let people in, Niklaus.” He shook his head. “You took the one person…” He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “The one person that meant something to me outside of our ‘always and forever’.” He turned to Klaus and ignored the glass he offered him. “Do you honestly think that I’m going to just let her go? I was going to mary Y/N, Niklaus.”

“Ah yes, the nuptials that I so rudely interrupted.” Klaus drank from both glasses and set them on the railing. “To be fair, I didn’t cancel the wedding, dear brother. I merely postponed it.” Elijah’s face contorted with confusion.

“What are you saying, Niklaus?”

“I’m saying,” he smirked. “That you can come out from around the corner, love, before Elijah snaps my neck.” Elijah slowly turned around and there you were. Your smile was radiant and you wore a new dress.

“Hello.” You greeted nervously. Even after all this time, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach whenever he looked at you. And now, his eyes held more love and relief and joy then you had ever seen.

“Y/N.” He rushed to you and lifted you up in his arms, taking in the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair, and as you lifted his face to meet yours in a kiss, he memorized the taste of your lips. “My love, I have not lived since the day you were taken from me.” He kissed a trail from your jaw to your shoulder.

“Well,” Klaus coughed with an amused grin on his face. “I suppose I could have a talk with the mayor about hosting us for a little celebration. What better way to introduce us to New Orleans than with a wedding?” He left the two of you in peace, but not before giving you a warning glance. You felt your cheeks burn with shame, but luckily, Elijah didn't seem to notice. He still couldn't quite believe that after all this time, his heart had finally returned.

You were married not three days later. Rebekah wanted a grand celebration, but you and Elijah simply couldn't wait. And despite the family drama and Klaus’ paranoia over the years, the two of you were happy.

“Of course, I remember.” Elijah placed the cloth on your forehead with a loving smile. “How could I forget?”

“Elijah,” you began weakly, “you should leave.” You could almost feel the hallucinations coming as the venom coursed through your veins. He scoffed.

“You don’t honestly think I could just leave you here?” He laced his fingers through yours, kissing the back of your hand gently. “Not that I’m doubting Hayley’s nursing skills, but I’d prefer to take care of you myself.”

“Klaus wasn’t lying, Elijah.” You breathed heavily and felt yourself losing control. You kicked the bedpost, crying out. Elijah just held onto you, soothingly running his fingers through your hair. You tried to push away. “I’m going to start hallucinating and you can’t be here.” It wasn’t until then that he could see your fear. You were scared, not of the pain or the venom, but of what he might see. Even now, he could see your memories as they flowed from your mind to his, your subconscious barriers weakening. Flashes of darkness and stone and blood.

“I’m staying.” He persisted. You screamed, your hands latching onto his arms.

“Elijah, please.” You begged. “I have loved you for a thousand years, but still, there are things I’ve never told you. Things you can never know for they will make you hate me.” Your eyes were filled with horror and his were pained to see you in such a state.

“Y/N,” He pushed a hair out of your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. “Nothing that you could’ve done could make me hate you.” He pulled your head into his lap, dipping the cloth in more water to keep you cool.

“I didn’t want you to find out like-” You cried out again and this time you couldn’t stop it as you were both thrown into your past- five hundred years ago.

The gardens were your favorite place to go when you needed to think. You could hardly breathe. Elijah proposed. After all these years of running, he finally felt safe enough to officially bring you into his chaotic family. You, of course, said yes, but he still wanted to give you the option of having time to think. As you walked through the flowers and bushes, there was nothing you wanted more than to become his wife.

One of the reasons that you loved the garden was its calming quiet. You knew every sound by heart. The trickling water of the nearby creek, the sound of insects buzzing about the flowers, and the birds singing in the trees. The footsteps that drew closer to you were not among those sounds.

“I must say, you have grown more radiant over the years. I can see why Elijah keeps you.” The voice sent fear through your whole body. A fear that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Mikael.” You gasped, turning around to see the subject of your nightmares. Without giving you a chance to run, he snapped your neck and carried you away from the estate.

When you woke up, there was no use in screaming. He’d taken you far enough that running would be in vain. He was more powerful and you knew it. So you had no choice but to sit and await your fate.

“Get on with it.” You spat. He loomed over you with a dark expression. You stood, keeping your head high. You would not let him see your fear. “Kill me.”

“Why would I do that?” He sighed, looking at you as if you were a child that he was scolding. “You have always meant a lot to my family, especially Elijah. Even the beast adored you when you were children.”

“Since when do you care about your family.” You growled, taking a step towards him. “You’ve been hunting us down ever since you turned us into monsters, trying to erase your mistake.” His hand found your throat, crushing the air out of you.

“You would be wise to watch your tongue, girl, or I may rethink what I’m about to offer you.” He released you and you recoiled back, your body shaking. “You are going to help me defeat the one that I am truly after.” You clenched your fists.

“Klaus.”

“He is the one that tore this family apart, not I. He corrupted our name and turns our blood to filth. He is a beast that must be destroyed.”

“Save me the sermon, Mikael. There is nothing that you can say to me that will make me turn against Niklaus.” You started to turn. Maybe if you could distract him, you could run.

“I’ll let Elijah live.” Those four words got your attention. “I’ll let all of them live, and you.”  You crossed your arms, taking a defiant stance.

“If you think that I would turn against someone I love for the sake of my own life, you clearly don't know me, or your children for that matter.” You took one last look at the door. “Whatever you’re planning, I want no part of it.” And then you ran.

You didn’t get far, of course. Mikael was faster, stronger, and more experienced than you. He caught up with you before you were even halfway back to the estate. You didn’t realize that he had the white-oak stake until it was piercing into your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in shock. All it would take is one last push.

“You will tell all but Klaus to flee the castle and lock him on his chamber for me to find him.” Mikael spat, twisting the stake, causing you to scream. “If you do not follow my instructions, your first engagement present will be Elijah's head.” He vanished the stake in your chest with him. You collapsed against the tree, tears stinging in your eyes. Could you betray the man you loved in order to save him? Did you even have a choice?

Elijah's mind reeled as you tried to fight the visions. Your hands gripped his and your eyes begged him to leave. But he was stubborn and you were both pulled back.

You wandered hopelessly down the hall, dreading Elijah's approach. He rushed to you, for they had been searching the grounds for you all afternoon.

“Where have you been?” He inquired, taking your hands in his. You looked into his worried eyes with despair. “My dear, what is it?”

“He’s here.” You whispered, the terror in your voice real. “Mikael is here.” Elijah froze a similar terror to yours washing over his face. “He attacked me in the woods, but I escaped and came to warn all of you.”

“I must find the others.” He said urgently. You grabbed his arm.

“You find Rebekah, I’ll find Klaus.” You felt every fiber of your being screaming out at him, telling him the truth as the guilt churned in your stomach. You put a hand on his cheek, fearing anything that should happen to those beautiful brown eyes. As he rushed to find his sister, you found Klaus in his chambers painting.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, dear sister-to-be?” He smirked as you entered. You took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry.” You cried. Mikael appeared at the window and Klaus’ face morphed with anger and betrayal. You ran, holding the door shut as you heard the fight inside ensue. Tears streamed down your face as you heard Nik’s cries. Unable to listen any more, you fled. You ran as far and as fast as you could into the forest, knowing that if you were to see Elijah now, you would break. His beloved brother, dead by your hands. You might as well have been the one to plunge the stake into his heart.

Elijah pulled away slowly, finally released from your mind. You looked up at him with shame and regret, but you're expression quickly changed as the venom-induced hallucinations began. His face morphed into his father's and you stood, your teeth grinding with anger.

“Mikael.” You snapped. Elijah stepped back in confusion. “This is your fault.”

“Y/N, it’s me.” He tried to explain, but it was too late. The venom had taken over. You pinned him against the wall, your hand wrapping tight around his throat, your fingers finding his heart. If you couldn’t kill him, you’d make sure you left a mark.

“I lay in a box for 200 years and now he will hate me.” The fury in your eyes mixed with sorrow and Elijah placed a hand on your face. “Don’t touch me you-” You stopped suddenly and your limp body fell into Elijah’s arms.

“Seemed like you needed a little help.” Hayley shrugged, taking out the stake that she’d planted in your back.

“As grateful as I am to be rescued,” Elijah brushed off with a sarcastic look. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t stab my wife.”  

Night soon fell and Elijah waited in solitude for you to awaken. He had encouraged Hayley to return home and find out more about the area before she explored much further. Since she felt slightly guilty for staking his wife in the back, she didn't argue.

When you emerged from the cabin, your fever was gone and the past few hours hit you like a wall. Elijah barely looked up from the fire as you sat across from him.

“Why do you think my parents turned you with the rest of us?” He asked calmly, his expression indecipherable. Your eyebrows knit together.

“I guess I’ve never thought about it.”

“The fact that we were betrothed had little to do with it. They were private people and trusted few who weren’t part of our family, even if you were to become my bride. Surely, I would have found someone else in the expanse of time immortality gave us. I believe that by the time they turned us into what we are, they no longer believed in love, not that my feelings for you would have influenced their decision.”

“Perhaps I was a mistake.” You stared deeply into the flames, turning when he appeared beside you, his eyes blazing in the light. They held not anger, but love.

“They turned you because you were one of us.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You have always been one of us.” You felt a tear slip down your face and your lip begin to quiver. “Mikael was a tyrant, one that frightened even Niklaus. We have all done terrible things in fear. I myself have turned against Klaus when I believed him to have destroyed my other siblings.”

You remembered that time well. You and Elijah had spent years trying to find Klaus, all the while you tried to convince Elijah to forgive him. It wasn’t until he discovered that the boxes that contained his siblings did not ly and the bottom of the ocean that he rejoined Nik.

“While I wish you would have told me of these events, I do not hate you for them. Besides, Niklaus punished you enough.” His stomach still churned at the memories during those years alone. “And if there is one thing that those 200 years have taught me is that my parents were wrong. There could never be anyone else. Our paths are intertwined together,” He gently pulled your face towards his for a sweet, passionate kiss that vanquished all of your doubts. When you parted, a small smile graced his lips. “Always and forever.”

[polarishq]

Meet ALEXANDRIA VANDERBILT III. They are FORTY-FIVE years old and hail from NEW YORK CITY, NY. Alexandria embodies the star, MIRA. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is HAYLEY ATWELL.

Mira reminds me of the shattered glass from picture frames scattered across the floor. the distant sound of political speech-practice on the other side of the house. challenging superstitions to smite you down if they must; you don’t remember the last new years’ day you didn’t use the washing machine. a disingenuous camera-smile that you’re so good at now that the pain in your cheeks is perpetual. .

BIOGRAPHY

He was a senator, she was the CEO of a private security company, can I make it any more obvious? The result of their — initially arranged & business related — union ( her father a Kennedy the likes of which have walked political halls for decades, and her mother the heiress to her family’s security company after pushing her elder brother aside* ) was Alexandria Mireille Vanderbilt the Third. 

* stitching her brother up in a massive scandal the likes of which New York’s high society hadn’t seen in decades, and thus landing him in prison indefinitely. Alexandria Vanderbilt the Second will be getting it for that if the truth ever gets out.

Alexandria Vanderbilt the Second could also be getting it — prison time, because she’s not getting sex with her ex-husband anymore, is she? — if the security business’ ties to the Mafia in New York are uncovered. Which is the motivation between her plans for the Third’s life: a defence lawyer with a record nigh on impeccable, who could keep her and her co-conspirators away from prison. 

But anyway, back to the relationship between the parents: you wouldn’t necessarily be blamed for thinking, could it be any more obvious that this was never going to work? The sad matter is that it could have, were it not for their daughter, who received Mira’s mark remarkably young: the love magic she didn’t yet know how to wrangle was their ruin, as she leeched it away slowly and then all at once. 

And the grand finisher is that, for someone who came to find joy in making & taking love, said daughter still has no idea that it was her own doing. They divorced when she was thirteen, and she bounced between residences, ruining their own relationships if she didn’t like them — and she never did — and being the unseen & unintentional root cause of several workplace dalliances.

Being in high society, you make the friends, you make the enemies, and you make the “romances.” One of her best friends has almost always been the Therons’ son, who was her age, and always seemed equally bored of it all. Having everything loses its luster quickly when it’s what you’ve always had, and it was mischief with him that got her through it. 

( But also, when you can gamble with love — and you have a certain skill for potionmaking and a tendency to do so recreationally as part of the party scene. Which didn’t always come without consequences, given the fact that she’d only ever had the private tutoring rather than the all-around nature of somewhere like Polaris — you’re going to have a good time, aren’t you? )

They both attended Yale, though she did law and he did business, both toeing their family lines for a while; she longer than him, though, because she kept up being her mother’s legal saviour — even while she mingled with celebrity circles; one of her best friends ran a gossip magazine, and thanks to Alexandria they had a lot to talk about — while he left the Therons behind for the army. 

This led to a royal falling out between the two families, because the Therons became convinced that it was Alexandria the Third who put the thought in his head. And maybe her “fuck it” attitude did contribute, but who can say? But Alexandria and Griffin ignored the instructions to cut things off between them, and when Griffin suggested she join him in Polaris for the summer semester of 2020 ( stirring things up as ever ) how could she say no?

INCLINATION

Mira typically has only sponsored light elements in the past, but the current Mira is decidedly not someone you’d typically think of as the Miras of old. As a part of Cetus, the sea monster, Mira is somewhat skilled in potion-making, but tends to use their magic in much more sinister ways. With Mira comes the abilities of love magic, specifically, the magic to create and take love away. The current Mira is rather fond of absorbing the love from others and using it to further their own magical achievements. The selfish nature and use of these powers have solidified Mira as a dark element, and that suits the current Mira just fine.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Griffin Theron’s Rich Kid Shit

Filling the role of Winifred Clarke’s D&D Crew (Illegal Edition)

They Call Me Homewrecker: Someone whose love life was royally fucked over by Alexandria; they probably spent some time in New York & was engaged, but this character caught her attention and she decided she wanted them for herself. Gowever, her ability to consciously use her ability was tenuous at the time ( maybe twenty or so years ago ) so she had no idea how to control the intensity, and as a result this character still is in love with her to this day.

Penned by Shannon ★