#he is In Love idk life would be okay as long as he has elijah by his side but maybe he's allowed to want something more ...

[lonehearts-a]

@honeyfallen — we are so very normal.

there's always been an unspoken tension between them, something harper's always been aware of, but never brave enough to act on. soft touches that always linger just a heartbeat too long, gazes that hold a little more weight than they should . . . it's a blurred line he chooses to ignore, content with what they have and not in any rush to disrupt something certain for a chance at a maybe.

sure, he molds himself into elijah's side at every opportunity, linking their arms and holding him close even when they're in line at a restaurant and settling a little closer than strictly necessary when they're watching movies, and elijah occupies so much more of his mind than anything else  . . . it's just how they are, how harper is, so he doesn't push. so much of what elijah does makes his stomach twist and his heart flutter, but that's just elijah, and harper knows better than to make something out of nothing. what they are is enough, more than he feels able to ask for.

the part of him that aches to move a little closer, grab more of elijah's attention, is ignored easily enough, the way it always is. harper is skilled enough at burying his feelings that he can have a nice evening with his friend, watching some show val has been chattering about for days and begging them to watch. yes, his legs are thrown over elijah’s lap, and yes, their faces are closer than what’s probably considered casual when they’re looking at each other, but it’s fine.

he’s not sure how it happens, exactly. one moment, they’re both staring at the tv with varying amounts of interest (harper doesn’t find the show particularly entertaining, but he’s never been a big tv person). it’s normal, quiet, comfortable. the same as always. his cats are sprawled all around them, and it’s the perfect picture of what most of harper’s evenings look like.

but then they’re suddenly wrestling over the remote lightheartedly, bickering over whether or not they should give the show a bit more of a chance since val loves it so much (elijah isn’t nearly as empathetic as harper is and says the show’s garbage), and then —

their faces are close enough that harper can feel elijah’s breath, and he freezes, suddenly feeling so very stuck. because it happens like this sometimes, though he doesn’t really know how they get into these situations, something warm bleeds between them, further blurring the boundaries neither of them have really established until one of them (usually harper) jumps back to safety.

he’s staring at elijah with wide eyes, grip loosening on the remote, and he half expects elijah to snatch it from his hand and turn the show off, almost begs him to in his mind. but instead, they’re just looking at each other, and harper’s certain elijah can hear how fast his heart is beating. their noses brush and his face is hot, he really should be moving away and laughing it off, finding some reason to get up and shake this out, but he’s . . . stuck. 

elijah moves, bumping their noses together again, and harper’s breath hitches in his throat. he feels like he’s buzzing, and he’s not sure what to do, what the right course of action is, because he wants to kiss elijah even though it’s not smart, and they’re just friends and elijah might kiss his friends but harper doesn’t, but —

“is this okay?”

it takes harper a moment to register the fact that elijah’s talking to him, and even longer to actually process what he’s asking. not just the implications of it, but the question itself. elijah’s voice is soft, careful, and harper knows he should say no, or something to balance out what’s happening, but . . .

he doesn’t really want to. the consequences might be dire, but he can’t find it in himself to care enough to push elijah away. instead, he leans in enough to ghost his lips over elijah’s, then reaches up to curl his fingers in his shirt collar, tugging him in enough to kiss him properly. it’s still gentle, harper’s never anything but soft and caring with elijah, but confident enough that it can’t be taken as a mistake. 

his heart is hammering in his chest, and he almost wants to laugh against elijah’s lips but even harper knows that’s terrible to do during a first kiss, so he pushes down the giddiness rising in his chest to kiss him again and again and again, smiling faintly when they finally part. but he’s harper, and he still doesn’t know how to do this, how to be normal when he wants to kiss his best friend until the lightheaded feeling he has is from a lack of air and not whatever havoc his emotions are wreaking on his body, so he huffs out a small laugh, cheeks warmer than before.

“um, yeah, it’s. totally okay.”

he’s lucky he’s cute, probably.

[nmikaelsonimagines]

The Upper Hand, Part One: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @badbussylol​: HEYYY i saw on ur to do list ur requests r on idk if they still r but if they r can you do an imagine  where the reader traps klaus in wolf form? preferably a fem!reader ur such a good writer

I know you sent me a few ideas, but I went with this one, so I hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to see more? Find the rest of the series just below:

The Upper Hand

Y/N refused to believe that Klaus had won. So he was living back in his house, so he had killed plenty of Marcel’s men, so he was supposedly in charge, so what? Y/N refused to believe that this was it, the time to admit defeat as Marcel had. 

New Orleans wasn’t Klaus Mikaelson’s city, it was Marcel’s, it was hers, and the young witch was certain that she was going to give it back to its rightful owner. 

Okay, so Marcel’s rule hadn’t been particularly great for her people, but Y/N had been allowed to do magic, helping Davina Claire to control what the Harvest had given her. She had never believed in the ritual, and had been grateful to Marcel when he had stopped it, when he had put a ban on completing it.

And then Klaus Mikaelson had come back to town, and what Y/N thought was safety, contentment, power, had been turned on its head. The hybrid thought he had the upper hand now, thought he had the ability to control anything and anyone that had been Marcel’s. 

Y/N was going to show him just how wrong he was. 

She jumped when her phone rang, too absorbed in the spell she had found. Elijah Mikaelson had given Davina some of his mother’s grimoires, and with those came some of the most complicated magic Y/N had ever seen. Being Davina’s friend, Y/N had managed to sneak a look, and her eyes had rested on a binding spell, one to bind the werewolf side of a vampire. 

Well, one vampire in particular. 

Y/N thought there had to be a way of reverse-engineering it - to bind the vampire side instead of the wolf - and she was in the process of figuring that out, ignoring her phone, when it rang again. She looked at the screen, and smiled to herself when she saw the name of her victim. 

“What do you want, Klaus?”

“Where are you?”

“At home.”

“Get here. Now.” 

The phone went dead. God, Y/N hated him. She hated the sound of his voice, the way he demanded things as if she were born only to serve him. She didn’t belong to him, didn’t want to follow his rule. She wanted him to pay for the way he had disrupted her life, and she knew that the spell in her hand was the way to do it. 

Well, there was no time like the present. 

Y/N strolled into the Mikaelson compound, feeling particularly smug. Today would be the day she would finally make Klaus Mikaelson fail, the day he would learn that he didn’t have all the power. 

“There you are.” The hybrid looked stern, arrogant as ever. “Look, Y/N, I know - ”

She didn’t give him time to finish his sentence before she had him against the wall, hand outstretched as she kept him in place with her magic. Klaus looked angry, and Y/N tried to contain her fear as blue eyes bled into yellow, black veins crackling on his skin. She couldn’t be afraid, not now, not ever. 

“Sorry, Klaus. I’d say it wasn’t personal, except it wouldn’t be true.” Another blast of magic, and she heard his bones begin to break, cries of anguish escaping his lips. “And I was always taught not to tell lies.”

Y/N knew that if Klaus could speak, he’d be asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. But it wasn’t long before instead of a human figure, there was a wolf in front of her. She expected him to snarl, to attack, but Klaus only looked at her, and for a moment, she could have sworn she saw hurt in his eyes. 

She pushed it aside, smiling. “Now who has the upper hand?”

“Y/N, what the hell happened?” The witch turned at the sound of Marcel’s voice. She was surprised to see that he looked horrified at the sight in the courtyard. “Is that Klaus?”

“Just fancied making the mighty king fall.” She expected Marcel to be pleased, confused as to why he wasn’t. 

“You need to turn him back.”

“Why? You can get the city back, you can be king again if he’s like this.”

“Y/N, you keep him like this, you’ll have Elijah after you, Rebekah, and then maybe his daughter when she’s old enough. You really want that? A life with a bunch of Mikaelsons wanting you dead?”

Y/N considered Marcel’s argument. Regretfully, she realised he was right. Of course, turning him back meant that Klaus would probably kill her too, but at least it would be quick, and maybe Marcel would back her up. “Fine. But it’ll take some time for him to change.”

“Well then you’d better be gone when he does.”

Y/N took one last look at Klaus, at the wolf who still wasn’t attacking her for some bizarre reason, before nodding and running home. She would perform the spell there, and then make sure that she was gone by the time he changed back.

It was a few hours later when Klaus Mikaelson found himself back in his human form. He stood, shaking his head as he marvelled at Y/N’s bravery. She really had had the upper hand there for a moment, and he should have killed her, but he couldn’t. 

Not when he thought she was so beautiful. 

Klaus made his way back to the dining area of the house, picking up the flowers in the middle of the table where a now cold dinner sat. Today was supposed to be a chance to make peace with Y/N, perhaps a little more. 

Tomorrow then, he would try again tomorrow. 

He wouldn’t stop until she was his.

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[sevensistersofsussex]

5 Favorite & Least favorite characters of The Orginals and why?

Oh dear anon.

I do wish I could give you a real answer on this, but I haven't actually seen The Originals. The first season, but that's it. I could give you better answers about The Vampire Diaries (favorite and least favorite characters, ships, friendships etc.) if you wanted but I can do my best based on like 20 episodes of watching season one. And with the caveat that maybe some of what I liked or didn't like would change with the coming seasons.

Favorite (in no order)

Davina - Can't blame her for how she acted during the sacrifice. I mean, I doubt she thought it would be so violent. I feel like a lot was withheld from her and the rest of the Harvest girls in general. She's young and naïve and has this rebellious streak where she doesn't seem to enjoy being told what to do. Good for her.

Rebekah - Not shocked that she brought Mikael to NOLA, shocked that Klaus gave his approval for her love life only after she made a move against him. Very bold and honestly, I would have supported her doubling down on her decision. Rebekah deserves to run NOLA.

Thierry - Idk. I just love his whole forbidden romance vibe with Katie at odds with his deep friendship with Marcel. I do wonder what he felt about the witches and how he justified his actions against them to Katie or maybe she wasn't okay with the Harvest either? Who knows. I just wish those two had left NOLA together to live their pretty people lives out somewhere in France.

Celeste - I get it, she's the villain. But honestly, love how deeply committed she was to her vendetta. That line she delivers to Elijah about how every woman he falls in love with from now on he has to wonder if it's her. Sick. I do love that for her. It is very Rumors album and I just have to clap at the level of commitment to ruining the Mikaelsons. And she could have done it to if it wasn't for those meddling kids! (Monique).

Sophie Deveraux - She just reminds me so much of Jenna. I was rooting for her to make it out of town! Trying to do what she thinks is the right thing and paying for it. She should have been around longer! It also would have been interesting to have her around as a love interest after Rebekah leaves.

Least Favorite (in no order)

Monique - Honestly, just the whole killing your aunt because you are a zealot kills my vibes. And then listing her as things you lost to the coven? Ma'am, you did that! Own it! Your mom, yes. Your aunt, no. Move on. The actress does a great job with that blank, nothing behind the eyes zealot thing. Kudos. It just feels like they wrote her character to fill in whatever they needed her to fill in, ya know?

Hayley - I just....she just...seems like such a different character than the one we got in TVD? Like when she made an impassioned plea on the life of innocents, I snort laughed. This from the same girl who (less than 6 months prior?) had bonded, trained and ultimately led to the slaughter 12 hybrids and then had sex with the man who did it? Idk...I guess I just thought she'd be way more ruthless and unfeeling about the causalities on her way to what she wants. Was the implication that impending motherhood softened her? Cause it shouldn't have. Imo, it should have hardened her. Amplified her cruel streak. That would have been interesting.

Cami - I almost hate to put her here cause I think she's got interesting stuff you know? Solving the mystery of her brother and dealing with her family's long history of complicity in the city. All very cool. But towards the end of season 1 I was just, not into her? Her morality seems to fluctuate and I'm just confused. Maybe the theme here is that Julie & Co don't write female characters with a perspective in mind, but rather what the male characters need from them?

Oliver - Honestly how cold blooded do you need to be to kill your old friend and then claim it was for the good of the pack? Another character that I'm just confused about what his motivation and perspective were. Working with the witches against Rebekah and Hayley (and by association his bff Jackson)? And also plotting against his own people to stage a coupe against said bff which idk about TVDU werewolves in a pack but I feel like the fight for alpha would be to the death and then what about your bestie? Huh! What about your bestie Ollie? Also he did my girl Rebekah dirty.

Marcel - I am sure this would change! Cause I adore him, truly. But why the hell did Rebekah leave town and he's all "It's my city" like he's Batman? The writers couldn't come up with a better reason why, after all this time, he finally gets the girl and he says no thanks I think I'll just stay here in this warehouse and get my best friend killed. Couldn't possibly rule a city in a different part of the country with my hot vampire wife! I am confused and a little salty about that so please forgive my bias. Was it really just the city? I know it all depended on the actors but come on! Give the man a better reason to deny the love of his life! It's giving me Season 3 Stefan "Go to Denver to resolve your feelings about my brother" Salvatore vibes.

[b612sunsets]

Let’s analyze the preview of episode 15 a bit. Take most of what I will say with a grain of salt. If it was that simple to predict things, there wouldn’t exist plot twists in a kdrama of this genre. Most of it is my wishful thinking bc I’m Yohan biased. He could turn out to be completely evil even if I don’t see it and I’ll have to accept my fate.

Here’s the synopsis: “with Gaon's revelation, Jookchang's trial is postponed. Although he believes he is doing the right thing, for some reasons there's something bothering Gaon's mind. On the other hand, Yohan who is again hurt by someone he's come to believe, is now acting unlike his usual self. On another hand, after the postponement of Jookchang's trial, the directors of the Foundation move forward & even start to plan to get rid of Seonah... Will Seonah be able to win in this lonely fight against the Foundation Directors?”

This will be in the start of the episode after the failed trial:

This part will probably be in the middle or end of the episode, look at Gaon’s clothes. It’s daytime and he’s well kept. He got a tip from Jungho and encountered or not Sunah or she was just talking with a different person. Jungho is so sus and annoying. Why he had Soohyun’s notes? And why was Soohyun all smiles when meeting Gaon next to Yohan if she really found something bad about Yohan and wanted to tell Gaon before dying?

Gaon will see the Joseph guy or Jukchang. Then someone will die (my guess is Joseph? Idk, seems like a young man), Gaon tries to make a call before or after finding the body, I think before bc he looks okay and he’s not crying yet but he’s still in the same red lights, he will think he “saw it clearly” (more like judging things on what you see again, love) and blame Yohan for whatever reason he got manipulated into believing:

He will contemplate killing Yohan that same day after everything happens and having the audacity to do it while still staying in Yohan’s house or having the free will to come and go as he pleases. After trying to betray him, Yohan is too effing fond of this boy for allowing him to get away with that. It needs a limit in this situation, your hubby isn’t that sane at the moment nor completely on your side. Gaon is using the same clothes, but a little more disheveled, there’s still light outside (or its night but there’s a light outside the window):

Yohan holds the knife in his hand like Soohyun (the symbolism, yes we know Yohan is Gaon’s new and true love), we can see more than five fingers on it. He was calmly reading a book when he stopped Gaon’s attempt of murder. Gaon didn’t do it with the man that was worse than Yohan responsible for killing his parents and many other awful things until the very end without regretting it, but as soon as Soohyun is gone and there’s a “plausible” reason to kill Yohan, he goes for it? Kill the murderer electrocuted? I mean, it’s too radical on national TV where kids can watch too. But his reasoning was “Nah, Soohyun would hate that, but if it’s me killing Yohan, it’s okay. She would love it bc she didn’t like her love rival anyways”. Why are they like this? They only want to follow the law and do what is right if it’s for their own advantage. I hate hypocrisy. I love you son, but get your facts and logic straight.

Yohan says Gaon would regret it for the rest of his life. He broke their promise of never attacking Yohan again, on top of betraying him. Like Judas after betraying Jesus and having him killed:

Then Yohan’s quiet demeanor is gone and he shouts about Gaon meeting Joseph. I’m leaning towards my theory that Joseph is the key for Yohan to win his revenge and prove publicily at the right time what really happened at that fire, he was trying to keep Joseph safe and hidden, but bc of Gaon and Soohyun’s meddling, other people found out about him (the president, Sunah, Jungho to name a few) and it could have lead to Joseph getting killed. Let me guess, Gaon calmed down a little and told (more like accused after assuming) Yohan about it only after acting on impulse and the mess was already made (same old sh*t but a different day. Like when Gaon thought Yohan was the one that attacked Soohyun and Yohan warned him to never let it happen again, tsk tsk). So that’s Yohan losing his only hope (for now) of solving all this:

I might be completely wrong as I have been before or not. Let’s see. I don’t want to analyze much or expect anything from now on, I’ll just go with the flow, I’m accepting any crumbles thrown my way.

It’s so crazy how Yohan was ready to fight the world, risk everything and do anything as long as he had Gaon and Elijah, he trusted Gaon and let him in, enough to put him in the same place of importance as Elijah. But Gaon is so far from doing the same after all the development their relationship seemed to be having. All it took was some manipulation for Gaon to change so drastically. He should value the people he still has in his life that love him, instead of pushing them away and hurting them like that.

But I can put myself in his place and understand just a little bit. It’s easy for me to say bc I’m a third person watching everything, even what they don’t see. So I can’t hate Gaon or put the full blame on him. I think I never will unless he actually ended up killing Yohan with his foolishness. I’m still on the team lawful family and want to see the three of them alive and happy. I have faith in you Gaon, you’re our only and final hope. You can give or take it away from us.

[oyeoyeoye]

This is gonna be LONG. But please read my milk froze cuz I left it in the freezer while writing this-

Haven't watched ep 14, but what I'm seeing is, Gaon did this to stop Yohan from electrocuting Juk chang (the bastard) on live television right? Idk about stabbing but that episodes not here yet so no need to talk on that. Before doing something so drastic, Gaon did try to convince Yohan with words right? But Yohan didn't listen so he resorted to this.

Now, I know we all hate juk chang, but see...electrocuting him LIVE is a bad, bad idea. See, this is fiction. A lot of people are okay with seeing acts like this because it's not happening in real life therefore, we aren't aware and/or will need to go through the consequences. But, doing this would impact everything really badly, from children to the elderly, this will be a TERRIBLE influence on them. We saw from the flogging right?. This will set a bad example on Korea's people, more of them will be more violent and turn to harsher punishments for even minor crimes. That is a terrifying thought, especially so when you see how convoluted the society already is.

Now, Gaon....has always been taught to believe in justice. In the good of people and in equality. But we've seen how naïve that way of thinking really is and how Yohan literally pulled terrible things to make Gaon see that. I can’t say for sure if Gaon’s just emotional or is being an oblivious idiot in the way he’s going about his actions in this episode, cuz I haven’t seen it. I however do know this: Gaon DOES care for Yohan. I refuse to believe that the writers didn’t know this when they were showing their relationship progress. So, now that soohyun’s gone, Gaon does only have Yohan and Elijah left.

Just because we see that he has readily committed immoral acts doesn’t mean his personality will do a 180 flip. Of course he’d feel horrified at Yohan’s actions. It’s not him being a hypocrite, it’s him trying to convince Yohan that this is a terrible idea. He is a very empathetic person. His emotional intelligence is nothing to be laughed at. He understands the consequences-All of them. So he can see just how these actions are affecting Yohan. Because just think about it. If you’re feeling so far gone that you are willing to ELECTROCUTE a person on LIVE tv, you are NOT in the right mindset. Gaon knows this, he knows that if he lets Yohan continue it might possibly lead to everything going rapidly downhill. Yohan might become even more reckless and unhinged, then what other horrific acts is he gonna do?

I know what you’re thinking, Yohan isn’t a good guy, and you are absolutely correct. He is very cruel, manipulative and isn’t afraid to sacrifice people to fulfill his goals. However, we’ve seen him shift into someone more soft-hearted, someone who realizes and admits that yes, he has people he loves and cares about and that yes, he is a human not a monster. Does this mean he shed his past self’s behavior? Of course not. He’s still very much a bad guy, except he isn’t the Devil people portray him as.

Gaon knows this, and he can see that his effort is completely burning away. He can see that Yohan is slowly inching back to his old self, except with the situation as it is this would mean a death sentence for him, whereas before he could still leisurely play his game. Give the men a break, they cannot think straight. Actually, everyone could use one. So, right now, it may seem that Ga on was convinced by his mentor, but that may have just been what completely convinced him to go ahead with what he was planning to do.

Of course I could be entirely wrong but we’ll find out in the next episode. So if you wanna complain, complain that tdj is freakin ENDING next week. Anyway, thanks for reading this long ass post that I wrote at two am while eating cereal. Hit me up in the replies if you wanna discuss. Actually, please do I really wanna talk.

[anotherbeingsworld]

Fly High

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey Valentine and Teresa Martinez. 

Summary: The small moments with Mr.s Martinez were playing in their mind a year after the inevitable happens. 

TW: death. 

A/N: hi! I am sorta-back in the writing game? This idea has been living in my mind as OPH is coming. Its somewhat a tribute to Mrs. Martinez, and with a small touch of backstory between Bryce and Casey. I’m so sorry for not writing as much as I did before, uni is almost coming to an end for the 2nd semester which i am quite excited for. But, this story is dear to my heart. Idk why I love to write death, as i somewhat resonates it with life, but...this really is something I am very proud of. I like to dedicate this to those who wants to catch their dreams but, they couldn’t. Mrs. Martinez really gave us good advice, and...I’d like for it to stay in our minds. Also, I’m dedicating this to those who have leave a mark in my life. Its something that still blows me away everyday. Thank you, and enjoy! <3 

MY MASTERLIST

"I would take a 99% chance of dying over spending the next ten years in this hospital. To have even a 1% chance of exploring the world... of finally standing on the steps of Sacre-Coeur... I would give everything."—Mrs. Martinez.

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365 days ago. 

“Teresa Martinez were found dead at her hotel room in Buenos Aires.” was the topic in the hospital that day. The news of Mr.s Martinez leave the hospital devastated, as the world seems to stop for Casey. 

It doesn’t feel real. It’s not real, she is living her life happily in Paris...visiting the Sacre-Coeur. She can’t be...  

The thoughts were interrupted by the sound of ambulance coming in, a trauma case distracting her thoughts. She quickly joined in the other interns in the scene, but her mind falls onto Mr.s Martinez; the advice she left. A wisdom, as her passing is similar to a shooting star finally burns out. A light that has to be left behind. The days went by quicker, a trial, law-suit occurs in a blink of an eye. 

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PRESENT DAY 

It was a day of remembrance today, as Bryce and Casey make their way to the hospital in a slow pace. It was an emotional day for all of them, as all their memories were playing. All the laughter and joy, it was one of her favorite things about her. Her cheery persona was the heart of Edenbrook, and without her; a light has been burn, but a star has obtain someone special to keep on shining them from a far. 

Bryce was awfully quiet as well, as they walked down the road after spending their night together. Words were unspoken the night before, as the comfort was worth more than a sentence, a word and even a rhyme. 

Casey found herself to a stop, at the entrance. A distance away, trying to calmed herself down. He broke the silence by placing his hand on her cheek, caressing it with a small smile on his face.

‘You cam do this okay, we are all here for you.’ He said before pulling her into a kiss, as they melt into an embrace before going their separate ways. He stops in the mid of the hallway, his eyes fall onto her as they were met with a pair of emeralds that is already looking at him. 

They both resume their day, as the memories followed them throughout the hour. A reminder that she had left a mark to everyone in Edenbrook including one Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela. 

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C A S E Y

The voices around her fades, as she sat on the empty bench, letting out a sigh as she was dismissed by Dr. Mirani upon her mistake today in the patient room. She remembers the embarrassment as the other interns let out a chuckle upon her mistake, moments before she was chewed. It was her second week as an intern, and she has made mistakes; what happened to her? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone occupying a seat the opposite of her. It was Mrs Martinez letting out a breath with her I.V stand on her side, looking at her with concern. She smiled upon her arrival as she remembers the events on their first meet which involves herself being lost in the hospital during her first day with Elijah. 

Weeks later, she became close to her as she learns upon her love towards travelling, visiting new places around the world; from the Bright Lights of Paris to the city of Madrid. And, the thought of the postcards hanging in her room bring joy to her, as a reminder of her own dream to be a doctor. 

“Casey dear, what’s with the long face?” She spoke, as Casey lets out a sigh.

“I just, I messed up again. It’s been a month, and I tend to get distracted with everything; friendships, the competition, dreading patients, and everything feels too overwhelming.” She burried her face in her hands, trying to hide her expression from the woman in front of her.

After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes once more to be met with a concerned looking Mr.s Martinez. 

“Dear, you are not human if you never messed up. If I ever got a dollar for every time I took a wrong turn in life, I believe I can afford a mansion in the city of Stars.” 

Casey lets out a chuckle upon the mention of it, as the smile slowly appear on her face. 

“I think I’d be able to pay up my student loans that way.” 

There was a ripple of laughter between them, lighten up the mood releasing a knot on her shoulders that has been there for the day. 

“Indeed, but I saw you work that day; and I believe you are going places dear. You are unique, and the world is not ready to see the light in you dim. For the last decades of living, I made a huge mistake of not pursuing my dreams; and I don’t want to see you give up this dream Casey.” Her voice is demanding yet calm giving her a sense of hope. 

They were interrupted by Danny who is in the midst of a scavenger hunt for one Mr.s Martinez who apparently has left her room once again.

“There you are Mr.s Martinez, its time for your medicine once again.” Danny said as he smiles upon their interaction.

“I guess my time is up. I had fun chatting with you dear, I’ll see you soon.” Mr.s Martinez left with Danny leaving her alone with the wild thoughts once again. 

But, this moment; she received a sense of hope. Maybe it will be okay after all. 

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B R Y C E

The first day as a surgical intern at Edenbrook. He was finally a surgeon, all those years of bartending was worth it. His confidence somewhat pushed people away, as he shrugs the feeling off. He came here to be the best, and not to find friends. 

“Welcome interns. Today is the start of your careers as a surgical intern, and I am ecstatic for what all of you could bring to the table.” the Dr. Harper Emery exclaims happily, as she eyed the crowd of surgeons.

There was a round of applause, as the energy in the room was accumulated. 

“I will introduce you to Dr. Tanaka who is one of your surgical residents. He will be guiding you through this journey. Some of you will fall, quit, but some of you will rise and it will be worth it in the end.” 

After the introduction was done, the crowd was dismissed as the first rounds of the day begun for the surgical interns. 

His heart was filled with excitement, a new beginning. A new slate, and a new chance to not become known. That is the whole reason from the beginning. He is Bryce Lahela, a surgeon. Nothing else more. 

As the days go by, he has been able to witness the procedures that were taught during his years at medical school. His gaze was equivalent to one who looks at their favorite food which is filled with awed and joy. As someone who would fixed up the problems at home, surgery made him feel fulfill once again. It is giving him a purpose even after everything that has happened. 

“Dr Lahela, earth to Dr. Lahela.” A voice called for him brought him back from his subconscious. 

“Yes, I’m here.” He replied as the other interns were found laughing silently at the back.

“What is the first step to perform a  Laparoscopic appendectomy?’ Dr. Tanaka questioned him with Dr. Emery on his side observing. All of the eyes fall on him.

It was his moment to show that he is worth it today, and everyday for the rest of his life.

We will access the appendix through a few small incisions in the abdomen as a cannula which is a small, narrow tube  will then be inserted. It is used to inflate the abdomen with carbon dioxide gas which allows us to see the appendix more clearly...” He paused, as he took a deep breath before resuming his explanation. 

“Once the abdomen is inflated,  a laparoscope will be inserted through the incision. It is a long, thin tube with a high-intensity light and a high-resolution camera at the front which will display the images on a screen, allowing us to see inside of the abdomen and guide the instruments. When the appendix is found, it will be tied off with stiches and removed. The small incisions are then cleaned, closed, and dressed.” His final words fall as somehow equivalent to a mic-drop earning both smiles from the two doctors, as they resumed with rounds for the day. 

He took a minute to be proud of himself, as it is a reminder that he is here to stay. 

After rounds was over, he is officially a surgeon. He was assigned under Dr. Tanaka as he was his resident along with a few other interns. It was really happening, the suprised dream he had that was meant to be an escape; has came true today.

“Dr. Lahela, I would like you to scrub in with me to perform your very first appendectomy in the O.R” Dr. Tanaka said, as his smile was wide filled with joy which was taken away by the growling voices of the other interns behind him. 

He ignored them, as he started to scrub in. The looked that was dedicated to him was somewhat a deja vu moment, a moment where he was known as the son of a criminal. The hatred eyes that is coming to him, attacking him slowly as it was disguised by the confident exterior. 

He shake the thoughts away, getting himself prep in the O.R for his first surgery, but some demons never left as he tried his best. 

After they were dismissed, he took a turn to the cafeteria as a distraction. It wasn’t the best, maybe he hoped it would be like the movies; he would be the protagonist, the hero. Instead, it was the joker. 

He decides upon a snicker bar from one of the vending machines, as the line piled up. He took a seat at the edge of the room, with his pager present on the table. A breath was taken, calming the rage and expectations in him. 

The occupied thoughts were interrupter by a woman, looking at her once again with concern. 

“You should try this, it’s the cafeteria signature.” The voice was soft, comforting as she passed a pudding cup his way. Chocolate to be specific. 

“It’s just a pudding cup, mr.s” He chuckled upon the small cup, as Mr.s Martinez joined him on the empty seats. 

“It’s more than a pudding cup, it’s the cure of sadness actually.” She gestures upon him, as realization hits him.

“I didn’t hide it hard enough didn’t I?” 

She just shake his head, as he held the pudding cup in his hands. 

“You must be one of the new interns aren’t you, the outfit reminds me of a young Harper Emery during her own residency.” She gestures towards his green scrubs. 

“She was the legend, and you have seen her work here before??” His eyes shine upon the name.

“Son, I have been in this hospital for the last decade. I have known all the residents for some times now, there was a lot a person can go through for the last 10 years.” She stated as Bryce was filled with awe. 

“So, tell me what’s with the long face; I thought it was supposed to be an exciting start.”  

“I woke up today feeling on top of the world, but coming here feels like the past haunting me once again. The eyes, the look, and...it reminds me of something I always wanted to forget.” He lets out a small sigh upon the statement, it wasn’t the whole truth, but it feels go to have someone to listen. 

“The past, its always going to be there to haunt us. Sometimes, history repeats itself to prove how strong you are. You have been through a lot and you survived, you are a doctor today dear. This chance is bigger than any doubt, any pain, any memory that you have been through. I have seen the doctors here grow, some had left to pursue something easier, some even crack under the pressure, but some also thrive in excellence. Those people have fought to survive, and that’s what life is about dear. Fighting to survive, I am fighting too. It felt like a long journey for the past 10 years, but some adventures are worth to take to get to the final destination.” She ends the speech with a smile, as she left him with his thoughts once again. 

It feels like a fever-dream, but it is true. Maybe, he will make it after all with a pack of chocolate pudding by his side. 

Suddenly, his pager starts to beep. A new chance to start again, a new hope was in-stored. He took a final bite before leaving the room, feeling okay for the first time that day. 

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PRESENT DAY 

The day passes by quickly, as the reminders and memories kept on replaying in their minds. A sign from her, a message possibly, a lingering gift from the beyond. 

Casey met up with Bryce at the entrance, they have plans that evening. Both of them are already dressed in black which replaces the scrubs from the day; Luis invited them that day to pay their respects for Mrs. Martinez. The whole gang followed, as it is better to face the inevitable together- making it less scarier. 

The evening was peaceful, it was beautiful even. The leaves started to fall, its a start of a new season; some would say a new chapter. They met with Luis to pay their respects to the woman who had changed all of their lives, as they changed hers even for a moment. 

They paid their respects together, as Casey lets out of her silent wishes for Mrs. Martinez. It took a few moments before she was met with his comforting gaze once more, as she nods in completion.  Their reunion with Luis was a pleasant one, as he thanked them once more; despite everything. It echo’s in her mind, word-by-word. 

‘You give my mom her happiness, the one thing I couldn’t. I will never thank you enough for the little miracle that had happened. I was pissed when I found out, but...you manage to give her the signature Martinez’s smile once more. Thank you.’

Luis excused himself from the group, as they were pulled into a group hug. Mrs. Martinez gave each and everyone of them a purpose. Something that she couldn’t see before. 

After they bid their farewell,  Bryce and Casey walked hand-in-hand making their way back home as they talked about life, memories, and even happiness. It was a beautiful ending for their day, as the sunset was their backdrop, it was what life is all about. 

She finally started to live life, as he continues to pursue his dream. Maybe even found himself a new dream as well. 

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‘Life to one Teresa Martinez ; it was an unforgettable journey. She believed in the impossible, she took a risk that wasn’t mean to be taken by any other. She trusted me, and that was everything. But, the news - it was a tragedy. Death is a tragedy, as life was taken away from us. But, Teresa Martinez’s death reminds us of the dreams that we wanted to catch. The dreams that were left behind, the dreams that were abandoned in the dust. It was a dream that is worth following for, even if it ends upon your death bed. She believed in me during my dark times, and the reminder of one Teresa Martinez, is something we can’t turn back from. But, the advices and love she has left behind is a reminder that those who are gone...will always be with us, we can’t see them, but there are always there guiding us, cheering us on even after they have left us behind. Teresa Martinez lived a good life, and she will never be forgotten as she is flying high at somewhere better.’  

THE END. 

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[bellemorte180]

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020- Day 3: Angst! @klaroline-events​

Title: Two Lost Souls (click on title to go to story)

Author: Moultipass1 (Idk if she has a tumblr so I will leave this as a review) 

Summary: Unable to cope with his son's death, Klaus turns off his humanity. Elijah and Rebekah try to make him turn it back on but face failure after failure. Fearing he's lost to them, they decide to enlist Caroline's help in a last desperate attempt. Their plan is put in jeopardy when a surprise awaits Elijah in Mystic Falls.

Warnings: DARK DARK DARK

Status: Complete (38 chapters)

Why you should read: Okay, anyone who has been in the Klaroline fandom long enough probably has read this fic. It is a classic. It is probably one of the first fics I’ve read when I came to the Klaroline fandom. It is really one of those dark fics out there that make you stop, think about things and take a step back. It’s cannon complacent but also it has its own vibe to it. There are parts that will rip you heart to pieces while others give you hope.

Now, I am not the biggest fan of the magic baby trope; but this is one of the few exceptions to that rule. Yes, Klaus and Hayley had a baby (in this verse it was a boy named Liam) and Klaus loved that child….but as you can see by the summary the child dies. Perhaps it is a cop out to put it in the category of stories with the magic baby line because the magic baby literally dies, but with this, the characters are at least on point and well written.

I think the most important part of this story is that it deals with something TVD universe kind of lacks really dealing with….and that is death. TVD as a whole does not give death its justice because it is rarely ever final. When they deal with the concept of grief, they use it as a plot point to something else and it is never given the attention it deserves. How the author portrays grief and extreme loss is so well done that I, as someone who has lost enough people in life, completely understands the direction she went.

Neither Klaus nor Caroline handled their grief well. At all. I do believe that this is very much an accurate depiction of what can happen when people refuse to deal with losing someone they love, or in this case, turning off their humanity. It show cases the worst ways to deal with loss all the while throwing in the magic of TVD and TO!. But it also shows the road of what it could be like coming back from that point of rock bottom. Both Klaus and Caroline have to climb out of the humanity off time and they do so together.

Then there is Elijah and Rebekah. They are amazing in this and really do have what they think Klaus’s best interest at heart is. Even if there are some parts where Elijah can seem a bit manipulative (okay, only thinking of one scene but still….) The cast here really took what could have been TO! at its best and made is so much more than that. TO always felt like it was meant to be a more adult version of TVD and Two Lost Souls really did well with that.

Now, this is a fic that I find hard to read unless I really need to cry. It does end like every Klaroline fan would expect it too, but it is the journey getting there that makes this fic worth it; even if it is one that wreaks havoc with you. It is one that I find I have to read in small doses, because while so amazingly good, there are parts that make me bawl my eyes out due to how good and relatable it can be.

But then, a fic about death that doesn’t make you cry; would it be worth reading at all?

This one will make you cry and every tear is worth it.

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 2: Human!AU

Title: Wherewith to Sate Its Malice

Author: @cbk1000 / cbk1000

Summary: It is the Autumn of Terror. Consulting detective Caroline Forbes must join forces with the world's most dangerous criminal to solve her most challenging case yet. Caroline as Sherlock; Klaus as Moriarty. The Sherlock AU tumblr peer pressured me into writing.

Warnings: Drug use mentions, historically accurate and vivid descriptions of Jack the Ripper's victims, an abundance of hidden guns, mentions of homophobia, Kol the innuendo machine, Klaus murders people out of pique, smut, organs in jars, i think maybe the boys torture someone off screen

Status: Complete

Why you should read it: OKAY JUST WAIT. I know i literally just picked one of Jenn's stories for yesterday and I have been sweating over this decision all goddamn day but I Have Reasons.

I'll lay it on the line okay: I am monsterfucker trash and im not in a vampire fandom for some barista stories. If you are, kudos to u for liking a thing, u enjoy that thing and i will support you!!! But Human!AU is like 95% miss for me. The general lack of murder gives me hives.

HOWEVER. One day Jenn was like "I love Holmes and that Jack the Ripper shit was great in my last fic, I wonder if i should combine them," or something idk it was a hot minute ago, and then like, all of us peer pressured her into writing it. I personally begged shamelessly for it, and for more Tim/Kol. She gave me both. So like, I am very personally attached to this fic to start, but then she wrote it and it was even better.

Caroline as Holmes is incredible. She is smart ofc, and snarky, and still manages to sound like herself despite it being 1888. I absolutely believe this boss ass bitch with a smooshy heart is the world's best detective. Kol as Watson is delightful. He has gleefully taken over the opium use portion of the pair, along with lounging around on furniture and hitting on pretty boys. Enzo and Tim O'Sullivan round out the Baker's Street Irregulars with research, disguises (more cross dressing), and cheerfully trying to murder anyone that breathes on Caroline. More on that later.

Klaus as Moriarty is a balm to my soul. He is criminal mastermind nutjob, a psychopath, ruthless as hell, and generally as terrible at family dinners as ever. Literally no one is more impressed with themselves than Klaus and he genuinely believes you should be too, or else. During their disastrous first meeting, Caroline puts his balls in a vice and he's like "Is this flirting?" and then proceeds to send her coded love messages while trying to murder her. Kol being Klaus' brother and her best friend only adds to the spice of their clashes and he is always, always on her side, often with knives.

Okay so, about that breathing on Caroline thing. When Klaus falls in love, as he inevitably does, it is intense, and weird, and prone to stalking. Manipulating himself into Caroline's life and investigations is just the start, and boy howdy does he end up with guns in his face for that. Enzo is absolutely not amused at this schmuck rat bastard sniffing around Caroline's skirts. But there may also be only one bed on a stakeout.

As always, please give the Tim/Kol subplot a try since my Intense Gay Yearning whined so pathetically for it. They are happy queer murder lads just out for a gay ol' time and absolutely will kneecap a motherfucker for kicks! Rebekah's several dead (possibly poisoned) husbands are absolutely not having a good time, but Katherine, the madame she's enjoying her nights with, certainly is. Elijah would just like his family to chill tf out for like two seconds and maybe sit for tea.

There's also like, the whole entire fucking Jack the Ripper murder mystery plot supported with accurate newspaper clippings and police reports bc Jenn just balls that hard for authenticity. It's great, and creepy, and as always there are pickled organs and graphic descriptions of entrails!

Anyways this entire cast could (and would) murder me and I'd be grateful for the experience. You have not enjoyed a Holmes!AU until you've read this one and Caroline has dragged you around London along with her homicidal posse of lovestruck idiots. Please read this fic.

Thanks again @klaroline-events ! I said i would be late, I know I'm bad at this!

Runner's Up! Somebody That I Used To Know by @thetourguidebarbie : Klaus the mafia kingpin is accused of a murder he actually didn't commit and he crawls right to his ex gf Caroline's door for help in clearing his name. Caroline miiight just let the dog eat him. Tragically unfinished but delightful!

Dirty Little Secret by @she-walked-away : okay but in my defense the smut is just that damn good. Secret high school closet fucking between head cheerleader Caroline and art nerd Klaus? Longing looks across the cafeteria? Emotional rule breaking and Bad Decisions? Yes please!

Literally anything AH mafia related by @cupcakemolotov : She knows what she did and it was a direct hit against me and me specifically.

[elijah-cool]

Elijah Jonathan Cool - Thirty-Eight - Tv Production/Media Studies Teacher

Hello. It’s Kay again. This is my bb Eli. 

CHARACTER

faceclaim: Adam Brody

full name: Elijah “Eli” Cool

age: 38

birthday: May 17th, 1982

gender & pronouns: Cismale & He/Him

orientation: heterosexual

occupation: Tv Production/Media Studies High School Teacher

birthplace: Beaver Cove, Nova Scotia

HEADCANONS: TW: Drowning, Death

Elijah grew up in one of those old town houses. Y’know the ones that creak when you step on the hardwood floor? The kind you see like in Cabin in the Woods? Yeah. That kind. He loved it. Behind the house was a small flowing river that he would go outside and catch fish with his dad, and throw them back of course. Eleven years went past and his mom was pregnant. 

Growing up, he was the class clown. And a bit of a trouble maker. He would draw on the walls with crayons, paint the dogs hair green, and scream at the top of his lungs to scare his father coming out of the bathroom. It pretty much changed when Krista was born.

After Krista was born, he fell in love basically. Always wanting to be the big brother, and making sure she was okay. He babysat her all the time when their parents were working, and loved it. He’d make her do stupid things with him and they bonded very quickly. 

Krista went missing September 7th, 2010. She was 17, and he was 28. His life hasn’t been the same since.

He always had an interest in films and would make his little sister watch them with him, especially when he babysat.

Some of his favorite films are Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, and Back to the Future.

He thinks Star Wars is overrated.

Being 11 years older than Krista, it was easy for her to come to him. He was the first person she came out to, and he would never forget that moment for the rest of his existence.

Elijah still hasn’t forgiven himself for letting Krista go out on the boat. He knew her and Lola were a thing, and Eli even handed them a bottle of wine to take on the boat. Knowing they were both 17 years old, he did it anyway. 

After Krista’s disappearance, Eli didn’t stop trying to look for her. It’s been 10 years and he still goes out to look for her as much as he can. He doesn’t believe she’s dead, since they never found a body. He’s holding onto the hope that she’s still out there. 

He’s the tv production teacher at the high school in Beaver Cove. He loves it, and loves seeing the kind of sketches his students come up with. Think “Saturday Night Live.” Eli tries to inspire the kids to use their imagination when it comes to short films. 

A lot of time, student mistake him for another student by the way that he dresses. He dresses very casual and doesn’t try much when he’s at work. He wants to be comfortable enough to care more about the students than his appearance. 

Eli had a long term girlfriend for about 7 years, when he was 25 to 32, but she saw him when his sister was alive, and then watched him spiral. After a while, it started to get old. His anxious freak outs, his constant worrying. She left him, and it definitely hurt. He hasn’t had a girlfriend since.

He’s a bit of a romantic. Bring you flowers and teddy bears. Pay for your nails to be done. He does it all. Though no one has really seen that side of him in a while. 

Questions:

Was your character born and raised here? If so- why haven’t they left town? If not- what brought them to town?

Yes, born and raised here. Eli doesn’t necessarily have a reason to leave. He was planning on moving away until Krista’s disappearance. Now he doesn’t want to do that to his parents, and still searches for her to this day.

How does your character feel about the drownings? Do they think it’s accidental thing or a conspiracy? Please explain position.

He definitely thinks there’s something going on. Growing up, he thought it was a hoax but after Krista, and knowing that three other kids drowned on the exact day has to be some sort of conspiracy.

What was your character’s childhood like? Are they close with their family? Are they estranged? Do they have siblings? Are they adopted? Do they have a found family? Tell us about who they call family.

Eli is very close with his family. They do this dinner thing every Friday night, and eat Krista’s favorite meals. It’s become a ritual now. He can see the sadness in his parents eyes when he brings her up, but he doesn’t want the remembrance of her life being sad. Rather, a more joyous celebration of the girl that was bright and fearless.

What is the first thing someone notices about your character?

The sadness on his face when he zones out. His anxious tapping of his body parts. The fingers on the desk, or the tapping of his foot. The brown bushy hair.

CONNECTIONS: 

friends - idk. he needs them. though he is older than most people.

his sister’s friends whom he probably babysat (they’d probably be like 25-27 now) - he was probably the residential babysitter in town.

hook up - god, maybe like an older sibling of one of his students??? oh shit, that’d be interesting 

literally give me anything. 

[idkxwriting]

World Spins Madly On

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader - Professor AU

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Endgame spoilers at some point - but the Russo brothers lifted the ban...so that’s more a courtesy ;) 

Also this is AU - so while it does take place after Infinity War, the time line does not follow Endgame - hopefully if you’re flexible you’ll enjoy it, idk!

A/N: So this is for @thatfanficstuff​‘s 1500 challenge. I couldn’t decide what to do, so Kat gave me the Professor AU. Everyone (including myself) kind of assumed I’d write it for Elijah - but I wanted to go out of my comfort zone a bit. I’ve never written Steve, but I adore him and also Professor Elijah has been done quite a few times (even though I love them all). Thought I’d switch it up a bit.  **Also sorry this is late - it’s been in my drafts but I haven’t had a chance to post yet!

He hadn’t intended on staying.

It had been weeks since the snap. Weeks since he had failed, since he watched his friends disappear right before his eyes.

And it hadn’t just been the battlefield.

The world had gone dark, quiet...empty.

Empty was exactly how he had felt. It was how they had all felt. There was no fixing it. No replacing what they had lost.

And they had lost everything.

But life went on, time moved forward, and just like he had done when they pulled him out of the ice, he kept moving. It was the only thing he knew how to do. If he stopped it all came crashing down around him, suffocating him, and he couldn’t afford that.

He hadn’t intended on staying. 

He had meant only to check in on her, make good on his promise, and move on.

Instead he had found himself watching her, entranced by the way she moved. His world had flipped on its axis once more, and for the first time in a long time he felt hope. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her, but he held onto it, and the idea of that hope being ripped away from him was too much.

He was so tired of loss.

So he had stayed. At first it had been for a few days, waiting for his moment, but then Nat called with an assignment.

“How do you feel about teaching?”

He was grateful for the distraction, though he was sure his skill set was being wasted on this mission. S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen apart since the snap, agents struggling to rebuild without their commanding officers, and Captain America being a fugitive was the last thing on their mind, so he took it.

He knew Nat threw him a bone, giving him the opportunity for an easy assignment gathering intelligence. He was sure the position of interim history professor at the college where she attended as a senior was no coincidence. Nat was observant, and giving him a chance to do what he came to do. He didn’t fight it though, needing life to slow down, at least for a little while.

It was an easy get in, get out job - but she had walked through the door to his classroom and he was ruined.

And so a week’s intel mission turned into a month, which rolled into two. 

Two months in, and what was left of his team wasn’t pushing him, though they chatted weekly - if nothing else to remind each other they weren’t alone. The calls always ended the same, that there was nothing new, but they’d keep hoping.

And the more time he spent with her, the easier he found it to be hopeful. To keep moving. He let his mind wander to her, instead of the dust that haunted him. He thought of her eyes, the way the Y/E/C of her irises danced when the sun hit them just right. He thought of the blush that would creep up her neck, and he found himself wanting to know just how far down it went, feeling the guilt settle into his stomach like iron.

She was technically his student, and even if it was temporary, she was still so young. She would be graduating college in just a few months and had her whole life in front of her while he was so tired from the weight of it all. Even so, it didn’t change the fact that she-

“Professor Rogers?” A soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He jerked his eyes up to his office door to find a girl he vaguely recognized from his class. She rapped her knuckles on the door frame as an afterthought, blushing furiously under his gaze.

He was not unfamiliar with the way women reacted to him, though he never seemed to get used to it. He swallowed, clearing his throat, trying to ignore the way she batted her lashes. “Yes, Miss….” he trailed off realizing he didn’t remember her name.

“Please,” she giggled. “Call me Allie.” She shifted further into the room, placing her books on the edge of his desk to reveal her tight shirt, leaning forward so her cleavage was on display.

He averted his gaze, busying himself with a stack of papers he was trying to get through. Paperwork, as it had turned out, was not his forte. “What can I do for you, Allie?” He asked politely.

She bit her lip, leaning further in until her perfume clouded the area, a sharp overly-floral scent filling his lungs and burning his nose. “I was just hoping for some one on one tutoring,” her lashes fluttered, and she pushed her arms together, accentuating her chest. “I could really use the help...Captain,” she added flirtatiously for good measure.

He stifled a cough, wondering if it would be too obvious if he stood to open a window and let the room air out. Deciding he’d wait, and he had faced worse, he smiled up at her. “Of course,” he quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled down some information on a pad of paper, tearing it off and handing it to her. “Tutoring is available on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the library, but you have to make an appointment, so be sure to check in with the librarian to see which tutors are available.”

Her face fell and she stood, straightening her shirt and taking the paper from his hands. “Right…” she mumbled, grabbing her books and storming out.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing in relief. Dodging bullets was something he knew.

“Ugh, open a window.”

He sat up, smiling at the familiarity of her voice washing over him. “Y/N,” he stood. “What are you doing here?”

She ignored his question, dropping her bag in an empty chair and crossing the small room to open a window. “Let me guess, Allie?”

He chuckled. “How did you know?”

“Please, the stench of her perfume can be followed all the way from the library,” she joked. “So she finally made her move, huh?”

He shrugged. “She was looking for tutoring.”

Y/N laughed at that, tucking her Y/H/C hair behind her ears. She cocked her head, studying him, and he was sure she could see everything - every inappropriate thought he had since meeting her, the guilt he felt at his ever growing feelings, the tiredness he felt at fighting them. He was sure just by her looking at him she had stripped his layers away and saw it all.

“Here in 2019, that’s called flirting,” she teased.

He nodded sarcastically. “Very funny,” he groaned as she once again pointed out their age difference.

She turned to look out the window, her face falling slightly. “I was just wondering if I could eat lunch in here?” She asked.

It wasn’t uncommon. He had become a mentor to her, which had blossomed quickly into an easy friendship. They often shared lunch, at first under the pretense of discussing history, which quickly turned into sharing their experience in the After.

He learned that she had lost her family and a boyfriend, and he shared about his failures. She was quick and confident in her reassurances that he was a hero, that he had done everything he could, and sometimes he even tried to believe her. He let her words sink into him, replaying them in his darkest moments when he’d wake and try to shake the memory of the dust away.

Their talks had started out weekly, which turned into two or three times a week. He cursed himself for never finding the right moment to tell her. He should have told her when he had seen her that first day, she deserved to know and he had made a promise.

But as time went on he found it more and more difficult, the words dying in his throat as new words tried to force their way out.

I want you. I need you.

This week she had been by every day. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind her, leaning back to sit on his desk and crossing his arms. “It’s a little late for lunch,” he commented.

She shrugged. “Early dinner?”

God, just the thought of being able to take her to dinner was exhilarating. He wished he could ask her. “I’m sure you have something much better to do on a Friday night,” he said instead.

She laughed sadly at that. “Today would have been my dad’s birthday,” she explained. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

He stiffened at the mention of her father, swallowing thickly. “Y/N….”

She turned to him, her eyes glossy. “It’s okay,” she forced a smile. “I should get going. Have a nice night.”

She picked up her bag and rushed out of the room as he watched her go. Even after she was gone, he watched the space she had left, waiting for her to come back in. Wishing he could chase after her, knowing it was best to let her walk away.

He tried to work the rest of the day, his mind racing with thoughts of her. Deciding it was useless, he sighed heavily, packing his own things up and heading out for the night.

*****

He didn’t cook. It seemed pointless to cook when it was just him, and he was just so damn tired. He missed home. Missed Nat, missed Banner. He missed Thor.

Hell, he’d even take the racoon at this point.

He wandered the city streets, searching for a place to eat and resolving himself to ending his stint as a Professor first thing Monday morning.

He stepped into an Italian restaurant he had discovered the first week he was in town. It was a family owned hole-in-the-wall, quaint and homey.

The hostess greeted him with a sad smile. “Just one?” She asked. They had served a lot of tables for one recently.

He smiled tightly at her, but before he could answer his eye caught a table in the corner. “Actually, my party is already here, thank you,” he said before crossing the room.

“Y/N,” he greeted, drawing her attention from her menu.

She looked up, startled, her eyes red rimmed and glossy. She wiped underneath of them with the sleeve of her sweater, taking a deep breath and plastering on a smile. “Professor Rogers, hi,” her voice was laced with question.

He shrugged. “One of my favorite spots,” he offered. He gestured toward the chair across from her. “May I?”

She shifted in her seat. “Yeah, of course,” she nodded.

He took a seat and they sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both unsure of what to say. Outside of the classroom or his office was unfamiliar territory.

The waitress brought wine and took their orders as the silence stretched on. Y/N picked at her napkin, shredding the edges into strips until it was almost gone.

He thought it was better to not acknowledge the fact that she had been crying, figuring the less he knew the less he’d want to pull her into his arms, but that didn’t last long. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

Her lip trembled and a tear fell down her cheek. He offered her his own napkin, which she smiled at before dabbing under her eyes. “I just miss them, you know?”

He nodded. He knew all too well. Without thinking he reached across the table, placing his hand on top of hers. He took in a deep breath at the contact, stilling as he felt the warmth of her delicate hand beneath his calloused fingers.

She froze for a moment and looked down at their hands, the pink tint he had come to adore crawling up the skin of her neck, but recovered quickly. “I'm sorry, I’m a mess,” she took a deep breath, pulling her hand out from under his and throwing her head back as she centered herself.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he reassured her.

She shook her head and when she tilted her chin back down she looked more relaxed. “Nope, no more crying for me tonight,” she chuckled. “So tell me, what big plans does a professor have on a Friday night?”

The laugh that escaped him was self deprecating and he ran his hand over his beard before throwing his arms up. “You’re looking at it, I guess.”

She made a show of wincing. “So sad and pathetic,” she teased.

“It is, isn't it?” He looked around at the empty restaurant.

She smiled at him, and his heart lifted, the weight of the world that rested on his shoulders a little easier to bear for a moment.

“Beats sitting in my apartment grading papers,” he offered.

She pressed her lips between her teeth, holding back her laughter.

“What?”

She shook her head in amusement. “Just the idea of Captain America grading papers,” she snickered. “It’s a little ridiculous when you actually stop and think about it.”

He smiled at that. “I feel ridiculous,” he admitted.

“Don’t, you’re an excellent history teacher.”

“Thank you,” he nodded.

“Of course it helps that you were there,” she jabbed.

He clutched his chest, feigning hurt. “Ouch!”

“Oh come on, big, strong Steve Rogers hurt by little ol’ me?”

He smirked, his eyes falling to his lap. He shouldn’t feel pride that she thought of him as big and strong, but how she saw him mattered - whether he wanted it to or not.

The waitress broke the moment, bringing their food out, which they were both quick to dive into. They made easy, light conversation, and Steve imagined it was exactly how a date would have gone.

It was the best non-date he had been on, and it was ending all too soon.

He offered to walk her back to her apartment under the guise of being a gentleman and making sure she got home safely, but if he were honest his motives were selfish. He just wanted to be in her atmosphere a little while longer.

When he got to her doorstep they lingered. He rocked on the heels of his feet, his hands in his pockets as her laughter trailed off.

“Thank you,” she said when she turned the key.

He smiled tenderly. “Of course,” he said. We’ll do this again, he wanted to promise.

She was about to head inside, when she caught him by surprise, turning and leaning up on her toes, throwing her arms around his neck. Before he could react her mouth was on his.

Her lips were soft and smooth - and so much better than he had imagined.

She pulled back just as quickly as she had kissed him, her hand moving to cover her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.

Steve stood, frozen on her doorstep. He wanted to open his mouth, to say something - anything. But he was so afraid he’d ask to come inside.

Or worse, he would tell her all the reasons it was a bad idea and she’d walk away.

Instead he stood there dumbstruck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She gasped.

He shook his head, but before he could form a clear thought she disappeared with a promise to forget it ever happened and a slam of her door.

He wasn’t sure how long he lingered on her doorstep, but when he went home he dreamt not of a snap and the dust, but of her lips.

*****

Monday morning came, and Steve paced the classroom, waiting for the first class to come piling in.

Waiting for her.

She came in at the last second, her head down and made her way toward the back of her room, sinking into her seat and avoiding his gaze.

He did his best to conduct a lecture, but his mind was reeling, so instead he offered a pop quiz, letting students leave as soon as they were done.

Y/N was one of the last few to remain, her pencil working furiously over the page, her eyes darting to the clock. He knew she was trying to get out of there quickly, but she also cared about her grade.

He didn’t give a damn about the quiz.

She dropped her pencil, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder as she made her way toward his desk. She slipped her answer sheet wordlessly onto the pile, but before she could get out the door he called after her.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’d like to speak to you in my office, please.”

She froze on the spot, her eyes finally meeting his, and he recognized the fear that flitted across her features. “I have another class after this,” she explained.

He nodded. He knew her lunch hour was free. It was always free. Free for him. “I’ll see you at 12:30,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

*****

When she knocked on his door, it was so timid he almost didn’t hear it.

“Come in,” he said.

She stepped inside, careful to leave the door open, he noted. “Hi.”

He stood and stepped around his desk, taking a breath. “Close the door,” it was a question, not a command, and she pushed it closed gently.

She dropped her bag, her eyes holding a hint of anger. “Is it true?” She asked.

So she had heard.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back onto his desk, the answer in his eyes.

“So you’re leaving? Just like that?” Her eyes burned with tears she refused to shed, but the anger that they held faded quickly into hurt. “I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I don’t know what came over me. It was stupid and ridiculous and oh my god, so humiliating and I’m sorry.”

“Y/N…”

She crossed the room to him, just out of his reach, and he balled his hands into fists at his side, aching to touch her. “Please,” she begged. “Can we please just forget it ever happened.”

He slammed his eyes shut. He reminded himself of all the reasons he couldn’t have her, and shared the least of which. “Y/N, you’re my student.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or her.

“I know, and I take full responsibility. Please stay. Just forget it...”

“I can’t forget it!” He blurted, his ocean eyes crashing in waves as he finally met her gaze.

She froze, swallowing nervously, unsure of what it meant.

He sighed, taking a step closer. “I have to go,” he offered half heartedly, his gaze darkening.

She took a step towards him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Please stay.”

He shook his head, but advanced another step towards her.

She thought for a moment, as if realizing her next movement would change everything. A step away from him and she’d likely never see him again - but towards him…

She moved into him and he crashed his lips into hers, desperate to taste her. She reacted immediately, pushing up onto her tiptoes as he dipped down, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. His hands found her waist, squeezing there in a chivalrous attempt to keep them from roaming.

His tongue traced across her soft lips, begging for entrance and when she opened up to him he couldn’t help the groan that escaped.

She moaned in response, pressing her body into him. She ran her hands through his hair, as his own trailed up her sides until they rested along her face.

He pulled back as they gasped for air, and she relaxed into her stance, her heels finding the ground beneath her once more. “We shouldn’t,” he began.

But she had been done with thinking, so she kissed him to silence him, and he quickly got lost once more.

He turned them around, pushing her up onto the desk and gently nudging her legs apart so he could stand between them, pressing against her center.

Her hands rested along his chest and she ground her hips against him, shooting pleasure straight up his spine. He nipped, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth before tracing his tongue across it.

She pulled him into her, impossibly close, and he tugged at her waist, hating the barriers between them. His thumb traced just under her shirt. His rough, calloused fingers against the smooth skin of her sides sent shivers up her spine.

It wasn’t enough, and so she reached under his shirt, letting her soft hands dance along the muscle beneath them. She wrapped her legs around him, caging him in as she leaned back. Her Y/H/C hair fanned out along the papers that scattered his desk. He followed her movements, leaning down over her, knocking his desk lamp to the floor in the process.

He stilled his movements, the crash of the lamp pulling him back to reality and reminding him of exactly why he shouldn’t be doing this. He stood, distancing himself from her, an apology already on his lips as she sat up.

Her hair was a mess, her lips kiss swollen as she tugged her shirt back down. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and he wondered what he was doing.

But god was she was beautiful.

He averted his gaze and looked at their surroundings. He slammed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. She deserved better than being taken on a desk in a dusty, old office.

“Was it something I said?” She asked, an attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled softly, dropping his hands and meeting her gaze. “Y/N, you’re my student,” he reminded her.

She nodded, hopping off the desk and sauntering towards him. “For the rest of the day.”

His jaw clenched, because she was right. He wasn’t staying, and even if he had, she would be graduating in the summer - but it didn’t matter.

She stepped into him, crowding his space and running her hands along his chest. His hands shot up to grip her wrists and still her movements, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I want you,” he confessed with a whisper. The words he had been holding in for weeks left and took the weight of them with it. He let out a shaky breath.

She smiled, pecking a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I want you, too, Professor Rogers,” she whispered.

He groaned. “Steve,” he corrected, leaning back to look her in the eyes. If they were going to do this he couldn’t handle any extra guilt, and he didn’t need to be reminded she was a student.

She beamed. “Steve,” she said, trying it out.

He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue - loved it. “God, I want you,” he said again.

She leaned up, eager to continue where they left off, but he stopped her.

“Not here,” he glanced around the room. “Not like this.”

Her lips formed an O and he wondered if she knew just how serious he was, what the weight of what they were doing meant.

He was all in, he had been from the moment he saw her, but that meant he had to tell her the truth.

“Have dinner with me,” he said before he could stop himself. “Tonight, at my place.”

She smiled shyly, the blush he was so eager to trace with his fingers returning, and she tucked her face into his chest.

He brushed her hair back from her face with his hands, tilting her chin up so she looked at him.

“Okay,” she said with a grin.

[ofsahars]

taps mic .... it’s a me. mario. aka dani. disajdoiasjd ok this isn’t funny but this IS a *tentative* plot masterlist ! so take a looksie down below to see 1) that i have our plot listed and 2) if u want to snatch up any of these sorta bad ideas KASPODJSAOD ... ♡

SAHAR SANTINI O’CONNOR. ceo of the aria pharmaceutical research company - mostly focuses on music now. has lived in nyc her whole life. a very good friend to have, very bubbly, very bright, very intelligent, and will talk your ear off if you let her. has a big heart, and will be anyone’s #1 hype-man at the drop of a hat. has problems with commitment because of her inability to stay doing one thing for too long before she gets bored -  a serial cheater ! but we still stan.

family

adopted brother - sirus santini

cousins - open.

wife - eden.

romantic

first love / first kiss / first everything - open.

exes she cheated on - chance. ( open to more )

exes turned friends - open.

ex-girlfriend from high school - stas.

ex-fling ? ex-boy toy ? - open. 

ex-fwb ? ex-ewb ? - open.

unrequited crush ? - open.

EX-FIANCE(E) - open. 

friends

frenemies - open.

best friends - beckley, marnie, mia, luna. ( open to more )

science gorls - astrea.

gay ( for everyone ) but especially you - wren.

regular friends ! - aubrey, willow. ( open to more )

childhood friends - open.

party friends - open.

family friends - open.

pen pals ? - open.

friends who grew apart after one of them moved away - open.

college pals ( she went to harvard ) - open.

confidant / cornerstone - open.

enemies

competition / rivals - ivy ? ( open to more )

enemies in general - open.

( drugs tw ) A*GEL ALMEIDA. douche-lord of the century. hailing from mykonos, greece, and heir to a multi-billion dollar tobacco distribution company that hides an entire drug empire beneath it’s surface. high-end drug dealer and rapper. went to columbia and got a degree in business. this bitch is bad and boujee. surprisingly smart - hard to tell when he does stupid shit all the time. not usually a loyal friend. puts himself first always. has a sour attitude towards most things, but can be somewhat okay to be around if you’re pals.

family

cousins - alaska.

romantic

first love / first kiss / first everything - open.

exes on bad terms - margo, tahnee, ivy ? ( open to more )

exes turned best friends - luna.

exes on good terms - aleks. ( open to more )

ex-fling - willow. ( open to more )

fwb / ewb - open.

unrequited crush ? idk why u would like him but go off ? like maybe angel flirts with them without really trying to n they get the wrong idea ?  - open.

pr relationship turned into a thing - marnie.

friends

frenemies - open.

best friends - luna, cam.

BRUVS ( bffls )- chance.

regular friends ! - hal, gen, mia, elijah. ( open to more )

basically his mom - eden.

unlikely friends - logan. ( open to more )

fashion boyz - beckley.

childhood friends. someone with an equally as boujee family - open.

party friends - open.

family friends / used to fake date to keep her parents happy - astrea.

pen pals ?  - open.

friends who grew apart after one of them moved away - open.

greek pals - open.

confidant / cornerstone - open.

lil bro / big bro - cade. 

people he deals to. please. - open. 

enemies

competition / rivals - open.

enemies in general - elvie. ( open to more )

ex-friends - open.

ROMAN GABRIELLI. aspiring journalist + newscaster. stuck in law school to appease his successful lawyer/politician parents. from los angeles, california. a generally well-meaning guy. hates small talk— would rather jump into deep, philosophical conversations very loyal friend. he’s baby. very personable. tends to be an optimist in most situations because he feels there needs to be more dreamers in the world. finds himself lost in thought a lot of the time, so he’s never ignoring you--- just questioning the universe.

family

cousins - open.

younger sibling - open.

romantic

first love / first kiss / first everything - open.

exes on bad terms - open.

exes on good terms - open.

ex-fling - open. 

fwb / ewb - open.

unrequited crush ?  - open.

friends

frenemies - open.

best friends - open.

regular friends ! - open.

unlikely friends - open.

childhood friends - mia.

party friends / bad influence ? - open.

family friends - open.

pen pals ?  - open.

confidant / cornerstone - open.

enemies

competition / rivals - open.

enemies in general - open.

ex-friends - open.

[littlehollyleaf]

Hi holly! If you don't mind could I maybe get your thoughts on this? While I think Oswald absolutely still loves and misses Elijah, I also think he believes his father wouldn't love him if they had met while Oswald was truly himself, which is why he often just mentions Gertrud as being the only one to love him truly unconditionally. Or is it just poor writing that Oz doesn't mention his dad as much?

Hi hi!

Gosh, this is a GOOD QUESTION/THOUGHT.

Hmmmm.... when he was taunting Sophia about Falcone not loving/respecting her, Ozzie does say that he can’t relate because his PARENTS, plural, ‘loved me unconditionally’ (that’s during the return of Martin IIRC, when Ozzie fakes Martin’s death). That would suggest that he perhaps DOES believe that Elijah would have loved him no matter what, even if he’d been a full on violent criminal when they met or if he’d returned to being one when Elijah was still alive. But then again, he may have just been saying that to taunt Sophia and it wasn’t an accurate reflection of his true feelings. So it’s really up to personal preference how you read that I guess.

Something relevant to this, I think, is how Ozzie was always SUPER ANXIOUS to keep the truth/depths of his criminal acts/nature from Gertrude, just as much as he later tried to keep his criminal past from Elijah. That suggests to me that, actually, a large part of him lived in very real fear that GERTRUDE wouldn’t have loved him (anymore) if she knew about his violent/criminal urges. It was only, I’d argue, in those last few moments before her death that he was dissuaded from this fear, since Gertrude’s loving behaviour towards him remained the same, despite the truth of his criminal escapades being revealed to her and despite him outright saying in front of her that he was going to kill Galavan (or whatever he threatened).

Considering that.... hmmm, the way I see it, his fear that Elijah wouldn’t love/accept him as a violent criminal really just MATCHES his previous feelings about Gertrude...

And I do think that his late night conversation with Elijah where Elijah talked about their family having a history of ‘demons’ acted similar to Gertrude continuing to display her love just before her death. Because that was all about Elijah saying he understood Oswald struggled with dark urges, but that he accepted him regardless. Obviously there was also a lot of talk about Oswald leaving his criminal life behind and not acting on said urges, so you could interpret it as implying Elijah was accepting of Oswald only because Oswald was fighting his demons/darkness (or at least that this was Oswald’s take away from the conversation). But, idk, I always got the impression Elijah was reassuring Oz that even if he did grow violent again Elijah would still love/accept him, because he understood (or at least believed) that such behaviour was simply a family trait (curse?) Ozzie had obviously inherited. 

There’s also other little things Elijah did that implied very much to me that he was accepting of Ozzie’s criminal life/behaviour - eg. when Grace shows him the newspaper article about Ozzie’s life as Penguin, Elijah comments positively about he didn’t realise Ozzie had been such a dapper criminal (or something like).

Soooo.... I think, for me, overall, I do feel that Ozzie believes Elijah, like Gertrude, DID love him unconditionally and would have done even if Oz had been a criminal when Elijah was alive. BUT, Ozzie’s general issues of self-worth (which are connected to lots of other things as well, not just fears of his violent urges/behaviour being criticised) very likely makes him DOUBT this on a more emotional level, just like he doubted Gertrude’s ability to love him as a criminal.

...which is a long way of reaching the conclusion that, yes, I AGREE with you :p But at the same time I don’t exactly. I think logically Ozzie recognises Elijah loved him as unconditionally as Gertrude, but emotionally he can’t quite accept the fact in the same way he was able to with his mother BECAUSE, ofc, Elijah ONLY ever knew him when he was reformed/brainwashed, meaning he never had those vital few moments with Elijah that he did with Gertrude before she died where he WAS a violent criminal but still loved.

But that little technicality aside - I think it very much works that he wouldn’t talk as much about his father because of that niggling doubt/fear over Elijah’s love for him, yes! 

Although I also think the minimal about of time he knew Elijah should not be discounted - they knew each other for only, what, a few WEEKS after all? Even taking into account the deep love Ozzie obviously immediately developed for Elijah in that time, the impact Elijah had on Ozzie’s life simply COULDN’T be as emotionally/psychologically deep and significant as Gertrude, you know? So, even without fears about Elijah’s love, it... generally makes sense that Ozzie would fixate more on Gertrude still to me (with the naming the sub and the choir after her and stuff) - he may love and continue to grieve the loss of his father, but it’s always his mother he will want to honour.

(oh additional - there is, ofc, the added fact that he was, indirectly, responsible for Gertrude’s death, which may be another reason he feels a need to honour her memory via public means in a way he doesn’t for Elijah? ie. he feels he ‘owes’ it to Gertrude?)

I wouldn’t call it ‘bad writing’ in any case :p

(.....although, at the same time I will say that I suspect all this analysis we’re gleaning from the canon is....not necessarily stuff that was being consciously/explicitly considered by the writers....I guess I’m just not sure if I feel like it necessarily NEEDED to be? since I feel like Ozzie not mentioning his dad kinda works okay regardless - I’ll confess it’s not been something I’ve had any issue with.....buuut, my attitude towards the show has been a tad, idk, lax/casual since the start of S05!)

Idk if that stream of consciousness helps you at all! But thank you very much for sparking some very interesting thought :)

[helheimraptor]

Such a dream [Elijah Kamski x Reader]

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: A little bit of smut, it hints at it definitely but it isn’t explicit.

Background: The first bit is from my story, this original version of the first part was more explicit but I made it more family friendly and then I decided to continue it and base it slightly off of things i’ve seen about bilingual characters and how adorable they are and also R.E.M from Ariana Grande is a great song so this is how this came to life. Enjoy?  

Extra: If you request it I can make something like this for other characters from DBH as well because I feel like that would be cool, or I can do head-cannons with this theme? Idk Request things for me to write pls. Also Unedited kinda.

"Anna, I need to talk to you for a few minutes, got some time?" Elijah asks me.

I look from Elijah to the door and back to Elijah and nod as he smiles and takes a seat.

I go to take a seat opposite him but he stops me and sits me down on his legs.

I gasp at the sudden movement and he chuckles.

"So, you are the famous deviant hunter, I've heard about you and honestly you are quite remarkable," Elijah praises.

"Why thank you," I reply smiling.

"Now the reason I wanted to keep you back was because I wanted to talk to you about this deviant situation you had last night," Elijah says softly.

His voice sends shivers down my spine as he lowers his voice.

Elijah brushes my hair behind my left ear, revealing my piercings which he admires.

"What do you want to talk about in referral to that?" I question.

"I wanted to ask about who do you think could possibly be helping that android," Elijah says.

"Well there was a deviant that we interviewed a few months back that was sent to the dumpster, but it could possibly be a revenge mission," I trail.

"Hmm," Elijah says as he remains silent.

"There were some deviants at the strip club in town that Connor didn't shoot so it could also be them getting revenge on me for some reason, but that wouldn't make sense," I explain.

Elijah looks at my collar bones that are poking through the top of my black shirt.

"Quite possibly, but that wouldn't make much sense as you said," Elijah says as his eyes slowly lower down my body, taking in the features of my body that are present with what I am wearing.

I have my signature tight black t-shirt on that is tucked into my navy blue police pants with my belt around my waist - which contains my gun, radio, phone, keys, badge and I.D - my shirt hugs my features tightly, which means my breasts, waist and stomach are on show, but through fabric. My collar bones stick out the neckline of my shirt which almost every guy looks at immediately.

"Yeah, so I'm not sure who else would have been involved, unless it could be someone who was helping one of the deviants that I took down within the past few months," I mention.

"That could be a possibility," Elijah says as he plays with my long blonde hair.

I let Elijah play with my hair because I don't really mind when people do it as I don't feel it that much.

"I probably should get back to the precinct as Hank and Connor will be wondering where I am," I say quietly and quickly.

"Of course, sorry to keep you so long," Elijah says as I stand up.

"Oh don't worry about it, thanks for having me and helping me with my deviant problem, if you ever need or want to talk to me here's my number and address," I say handing Elijah a piece of paper that I scribbled down my number and address on.

"Thanks," Elijah says smiling. "I'll stop by tomorrow if you want help fixing your place."

"That'd be great, I'll see you tomorrow then," I say leaving the building.

"Bye."

I exit Elijah's house and walk to Hank's car where both the guys are still waiting. I hurry to the car, apologising profusely as I get into the front seat.

"He likes you," Hank says as we drive off.

"Yeah obviously, he was checking me out, anyway I'm so sorry I took so long guys," I say looking behind me at Connor and smiling.

"Don't stress."

I relax at those two words coming from Hank's mouth and I slump back into my seat, listening to the music playing on the radio, hearing Hank care about me and tell me not to stress is one of the only things that gets me to relax because Hank is so asshole-ish all the time.

•••••••••

6 months later

The loud music of the party was getting a bit overwhelming as I wander around trying to find my boyfriend.

My eyes scan the crowd a couple times my eyes locking with co-workers who try to flirt with me. Eventually my eyes lock with the man I was trying to find, I approach him with a soft smile.

"Biggest party here in Detroit at this time of year," my boyfriend says as he wraps an arm around my shoulders when I stand next to him.

"Just to say the least," I chirp up with a smile as I look up at him.

"How nice of you to turn up."

"You know I could never miss an opportunity like this," I say kissing his lips quickly.

"Kamski! Richards!" I hear a voice shout from behind us.

Both Elijah and I turn around to see Hank and Connor behind us, both dressed up nicely.

"Ah if it isn't Lieutenant Anderson and his partner Connor, lovely to see you boys," I say giving both of them a hug, feeling Elijah's eyes burn into the back of my head.

"Lovely to see you too, it's been a while," Hank says as him and Connor shake Elijah's hand.

"Yeah, about a month i'd say," I say returning to Elijah's side.

"A month and five days to be exact," Connor says with a small smile.

Hank, Elijah and I all giggle at Connor's comment as Chloe comes around with drinks, which I gratefully accept.

"Wait so how long have you two been, y'know," Hank asks me and Elijah.

"Uh, what, about like 5 months?" I say looking up at Elijah.

"Yeah, just after the revolution ended," Elijah adds.

Elijah's hand drops from my shoulders down to rest on my hip as he pulls me closer to him.

"I'm gonna catch up with Hank and Connor for a bit okay? I'll be back soon," I say giving Elijah a kiss before walking to a quiet part of the room with Hank and Connor.

"You two seem pretty lovestruck," Hank comments as we sit down, looking out over the barren landscape.

"heh, you could say that."

I look over to Elijah who is talking to his guests, greeting them and making sure they get drinks and food.

"Anna, over here," Hank jokes while clicking in my face.

I zone back into reality and smile at the two boys in front of me.

"So what's been happening with you guys?" I ask.

Hank and Connor explain what has been happening in their life at the moment while I listen and think about how I should join the Police Force again.

"I'm thinking of joining the force again, should I?" I ask Hank specifically.

"Of course, we'd love to have you back!" Hank says happily.

I take a glance over at Elijah who is talking with some high school friends of his, making now the perfect time to embarrass him.

"I'll be back in a sec," I say standing up, adjusting my outfit which is a black jumpsuit with leg slits and black heels, my hair in it's classic high ponytail.

I walk over to Elijah and his group of friends, my hand resting on his broad shoulder, I lean down to his ear and open my mouth as I whisper something into his ear.

"Dois-je attendre dans la chambre, mon amour?" [Shall I go wait in the bedroom, my love?]

Elijah's face goes bright red as he looks up at me and gets a face full of breast.

Elijah turns to face his mates and looks down at his lap, face extremely red.

"So what's the answer sweetheart?" I whisper again.

Elijah starts to fiddle with his hands now before turning to me and kissing me passionately.

Elijah's friends all murmur something before one starts to cheer him on, I pull away quickly and walk over to his friend that was cheering very quickly.

"You wanna do that again? Because I am not afraid to kick you out, neither is Lij, so you can test your luck buddy or leave now and save yourself some embarrassment," I say sternly.

I return to Elijah and sit on the arm of the chair he is sitting on, while his arm moves behind me and rests on my hip again.

"Tu es un tel rêve pour moi," Elijah whispers back sensually. [you're such a dream to me]

"Shall we continue this conversation later then?" I question in referral to Elijah's friends and his horniness at the moment.

"Yes."

After everyone has left Elijah comes up from behind me and hugs me and kisses my neck.

"You know how to treat it," I softly hum as Elijah carries me to his bedroom.

Elijah puts me down at the entrance to his bedroom and I turn around, stopping him from going anywhere as I put my hands on his chest, slowly running them downwards.

"Boy you're such a dream to me," I sing innocently.

Elijah lets out a soft moan as I continue to sing.

"I watch them other girls when they come and bug you," I sing, cocking my head slightly, letting my ponytail fall to the side as Elijah kisses me softly, pushing me onto the bed.

Boy you're such a dream, if you can believe babe, boy you're such a dream to me.

[gh0stlyfixation]

We really are the same

Requested: I have a Klaus imagine request 💕💕 okay one where the reader is super optimistic and nice and Rebekah and Elijah always make jokes about how nice the reader is and how unnice Klaus is. And no one really knows much about her past so Klaus snoops through her Journal and discovers that she has tried to kill her self recently and failed but never told Klaus and he realizes she actually super depressed and is like super shocked but comforts her idk sorry if this is too heavy ily have a lovely day 💜

Warning: mention of suicide. May be triggering.

Out of you and the Mikaelsons, you have been the most positive one in the bunch. You had kept their spirits high at there lowest times, but what they don't know is that even you have your own lowest times.

As a kid, you were always depressed. You hated yourself. The way you look, the way you talk, laugh anything and because of that, not long ago, you tried to take your life.

You always kept yourself bubbly and smiley but alone, you were a wreak. No one really knows what your past was like. The Mikaelsons had met you at the Colosseum in Rome during a tour with your class. Your parents had passed away and you lived alone and after getting to know Elijah more he offered a home with his family.

Because of Elijah, you had met Rebekah, Kol, and Klaus. Klaus left a big impression on you. He was always angry and sad, secretly you understood. He felt alone and abandoned and as did you.

"It just makes me laugh at how different you two are. Y/N is always positive and rainbows and butterflies and Klaus is always negative and hell and evil." Laughed Rebekah.

"We are having a serious meeting Rebekah!" Yelled Klaus.

"I'm sure they're not planning to kill us, Klaus." You chipped in.

Klaus rolled his eyes at your comment, "yes they are." He groaned.

"Two completely different people." Grinned Elijah.

"You all are no help!" Yelled Klaus walking out of the room.

Almost everyday Rebekah and Elijah cracked the jokes about the difference between you and Klaus. But they didn't know how similar you two really were. Staying positive was the only way you felt okay.

One night you had left the compound to visit friends at a local bar. Klaus wondered around the house looking for you and the last place he looked was your room.

Of course, you weren't there but that didn't stop him from looking around your room. He looked at your desk to see a book laying down on the desk. There was no title and no author. This made him curious.

He opened the book to the very first page and to his surprise it said:

Y/N's journal

Start date: 2011

He knew it would be wrong to keep going but he couldn't stop.

-February 21, 2014

I went back to college for the first time since the passing of my parents. Their death was all over the news. Every glance at me was a glance of sorrow for me. It was annoying and it was depressing .

-June 8, 2015

In just a few months my class will be going on a trip to Rome! I'm so excited. I thought about not going but I feel like something great would happen.

Klause was glad she went.

But the entry that hit Klaus the most was this one:

-September 25, 2016

I've been living with the Mikaelsons for a few months and honestly, it's been amazing. I don't feel so sad anymore. But that doesn't mean my thoughts go away. Last night I tried to kill myself but I failed due to some kind vampire who fed me blood to heal. I guess my thoughts got too hard to handle that night. I feel so alone and worthless. I mean, I have no parents. They died in the most tragic way possible and worst of all I feel so ugly. I mean look at me. Anyways, I gotta go. Elijah planned some party that I have to attend. I've never felt so alone.

Klaus' heart broke a little. He remembers that night. Klaus knew something was wrong but he couldn't pinpoint it and now he knew.

When Klaus heard you talk downstairs he quickly placed the book down and sped out of your room down to the living room.

"A ball again, Rebekah?" You asked with a laugh.

Klaus now knew you weren't okay and he knew it was all an act. "Yes, a ball. Sister is quite excited." Klaus said with a smile.

As that night arrived, you stayed in the back of the crowd with all the booze. You were awkward in these situations. You hated to dance and you hated socializing with people you didn't know.

You picked up a glass of wine, rejected men who wanted a dance and finished the glass. You saw Klaus walk up to you with a disappointing face.

"What's wrong Klaus? The girl of your dreams didn't come?" You asked with a grin.

"Well, no but I came here to talk to you. Can I speak to you Y/N?" Klaus said while he had his hand behind his head.

"Sure." You said confused slowly placing your empty glass of wine down slowly.

Klaus took your arm and placed it around his. The men who asked for your hand in a dance eyeballed you and Klaus. They were clearly imitated. Klaus opened the door in the library and closed it quietly. You both sat down on the sofa.

"You do know you are absolutely perfect in every way possible, right?" Asked Klaus with a small smile.

"Thank you, Klaus, why the random compliment if I may ask?" You asked with a confused expression.

"I don't think you will forgive me for this at all. I feel really guilty, but I read a very private thing in your life out of curiosity. It was laying out on your desk and it looked like a book. I'm truly sorry." He said quietly. He was ashamed of himself.

"Niklaus," you said placing your hand on his. "It's alright. I'm not mad at you. I did leave it out for everyone to see I guess. It's my fault." You told him.

"Still, I should've never looked." He said

You drop your head low and shook your head with a small smile, "now you know I'm not as bubbly as I look. You know I'm a mess. You know my deepest darkest stories." You told him

"You and I are the same people. Broken and alone in this cruel world. But nonetheless, that doesn't mean you aren't beautiful. Despite the mess of having no parent love, they did make the most stunning women I've seen." Said Klaus. All you could do was smile but tears ran down your face. "A few weeks ago you tried to harm yourself. Why?" Klaus asked. He knew but he wanted to hear it from you.

"I tried to kill myself, Klaus. Despite how much you guys make me happy, it was just too much to live with. My parents died. I lost my home, my friends and that alone was too much. I- I-." You stated before choking on your words with tears.

Klaus hugged you tightly before letting go and placing a hand on your cheek, "know that I will always listen to you. You are too precious to leave this world." He said with a sincere smile. "Come, let's dance. It's a ball after all." He said standing up lending a hand down to you. You slowly put your hand on his and stood up.

"Two utterly broken people." You said with a grin.

"What more than a better match." He told you.

[bigbrothereclipse]

EPISODE 1 -  “I’M KINDA MAD I DIDN’T GET HOH, BUT I’LL GET IT NEXT TIME FOR SURE.” - ASHLYN

HOH - ELIJAH

POV - FROSBY

EVICTED - ASHLYN / 13-2

FROSBY - https://youtu.be/3J7_Nd8O57M

SARAH G - https://youtu.be/m-nPTenfhdM

JULS - https://youtu.be/U2RI53y6qgI

ELIJAH - https://youtu.be/IeEiggUn3f4

BROOKE

Night 1 is done and I just want to express my thoughts on my fellow housemates. 

Ashlyn- I’ve reached out to her and got two words back and now no response so I’m not quite sure what to think of her. I’m not sure if it’s just me or if she’s gonna be the ‘Chloe’ of the season, which is not a bad thing, just a bit more difficult.

Bob- We go wayyyy back. I’ve played with him in like January and completely got fooled by him. I’m definitely going to be cautious of him but also try to align myself with him. On top of all that, I got best rivalry with his brother, Joe last season. 

Cheatham- I’ve had a good conversation with him and would love to align with him.

Elijah- We’ve bonded a lot by being in the latest timezone (in America at least) and he’s even mentioned meeting in person since he’s only like a 6 hour drive from me. I can see Elijah becoming my ride or die and I definitely do feel like I could trust him. 

Frosby- OMG FROSBY IS BACK TOO! We tried to work together last season, but it failed when we both found ourselves on the block on Drew’s HoH. Frosby was quick to use screenshots against me, so I will definitely be cautious knowing that about him.

Gabe- Gabe was the first one to ask me about my daughter. I definitely see him becoming an ally and a friend outside this game. He was asking me questions about Saphire’s father, therefore probably knows the most about me on a personal level. 

Gigi- I’ve talked to her a little bit. I know I’m not supposed to judge people by their photos but she looks like someone who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. I feel like she will surprise me as I am not painting her as big of a threat as I probably should. 

Indigo- I talked to them a little bit as well. We bonded over being lazy and loving to sing, but I don’t really see any potential in the long run. 

Jacob- He seems nice. I’ve talked to him a little bit, but definitely need to talk to him more to get a full read. 

Jordyn- I’ve reached out to her and have yet to get a response.

Juls- I played with Juls once before but that season didn’t go well for me. I would love to get to know her more. 

Mackenzie- Okay, I know this is the same Mackenzie that took over my HoH in another game and I’m still a little unhappy about that. (I hold grudges, what can I say). Anyways, she thinks I forgave her but I will stab her in the back the first chance I get. 

Nick- I haven’t talked to Nick enough to get an opinion on him, but my gut is telling me he could potentially be a backstabber.

Rodney- We talked about BB22 a little bit and bonded over that, not enough of a bond to make me want to work with him though. 

Roxy- I’ve talked to Roxy a bit but don’t see them as an ally.

Sarah G- Omg where do I even start with Sarah G? Okay well she harassed and threatened me in the black hole last season (as a punishment). I still get PTSD from pings. I told her I don’t hate her, and that is true but I will NOT work with her unless my life depends on it. I will make it my goal to get her out ASAP. 

Wren- I’ve talked to Wren a little bit and she seems like such a sweetheart. Definitely someone I might be willing to work with. 

Right now, my thoughts are to form a 6 person alliance with 3 solars (Frosby, Bob, and Elijah) and 3 lunars (Gabe, Cheatham, and myself). Frosby and I agreed to meet up again after assessing the cast and we’ll go from there. With this twist in place, I think having 3 from each group would be a good idea. 

ASHLYN

Elijah and I haven’t had much of a conversation, im going to continue trying to stay under the radar and let Elijah make enemies of his own. I won’t attempt to ally with him, for fear of being seen as a suck up- I’ll just try to be kind to him and pose not as much of a threat. My bet is he will nominate the other two highest scores, either that or someone he particularly dislikes. I’m kinda mad I didn’t get HoH, but I’ll get it next time for sure.

GIGI

So the HOH came down to Gabe and Elijah. Before it was announced, I was lowkey praying for Elijah to win over Gabe just because I have connected more to Elijah than I have with Gabe. He and I talked a little bit last night but I feel like that wouldn’t have been enough if he were to win. I’m hoping I’m good with Elijah because he seems really chill and he’s definitely someone I’d want to work with moving forward. I’m kinda hoping he nominates people from the other side because I do believe that team has more threats (just based off of first impressions). 

As far as who I’ve been connecting with, I have basically talked to everyone on the cast with the exception of a few, but I’d say I’m more connected to Rodney and Roxy. Rodney and I have a little secret that no one else needs to know 😏 and that’s that we know each other! I met Rodney through a game we’re currently playing (OBB) and he’s been my number 1 ally in that game since week 1. We’ve become so close that we were talking about wanting to play another game together. He’s the one that actually sent me the app to this game so if it weren’t for Rodney I would not be here rn. He is 100% my number one ally in this game. And I want to make it far with him. But with this twist, it makes me so scared because we are on the same team and whoever wins hoh has the possibility of having to nominate from their own team. I hope he and I can survive and make it very far in this game together. Anyways I’m pretty sure like half of this cast knows each other and have some sort of pre deals going on anyways so I don’t feel bad. 🤪 I just don’t want to openly make it seem like we know each other so we don’t become targets, so RODNEY WHO??? Haha jk. They better not come for him or come for me bc it’s gonna go downnn😈. (Lmao)

With Roxy, it’s so easy to carry a conversation with and I feel like me and her are similar in a lot of ways so we kinda have gravitated towards each other. 

I’m hoping to make more connections obviously as the game progresses. 

The twist: 

The twist is pretty cute ngl but it can fuck up my game 😫😫 which I don’t like. The fact that my own teammate can nominate me just doesn’t sit right with my spirit. I’m hoping I can avoid the block but we will see. 🥰 I’m so curious to know who Elijah is gonna nominate. Gonna try to find out where his head is at. 

Anyways that’s all for now, sorry for writing so much <3

WREN

so.. i’m not very close to eli.. but we talked abt trees!! idk how promising that is. i’m trying to hang low, but i might’ve screwed up. what if people target me because they think i’m just a waste of space? i have to win the next comp that comes around.. or i need to get some “special power”.. either way, i have to get out of the shadows if i want people to see me as a game player.

BOB

I don't really mind Elijah winning, but at the same time, I haven't connected to him all that much so far so maybe I'm at risk. Who really knows? However, I have made my immediate connections with Frosby and Brooke that give me allies on both sides of the house immediately. Frosby is wary of Brooke, but that's dumb to worry about this early---everyone will want to stay safe. I get on super well with Rodney as well, loveeee talking BB with him so much. I'm trying to mend fences with Mackenzie, just don't have the energy for it lol. As far as the twist is concerned, I like the idea of it and I feel like it's not an overarching twist that will take away from gameplay so I see it like this: normal weeks as an option is great, but every other week it probably benefits me more to work with the other side. If you are going on the block by your own side, then you need the other side's votes. If you are going up at their hands, then you need to have good bonds with them. If they are getting nominated by either side, who friggin cares because it won't be me! I guess there are some benefits to maintaining relationships on my own side, but strategically, you cover more bases by cozying up to them.

WREN

so eli wants to make me a pawn against jordyn.. and that slightly worries me. she’s extremely inactive, so maybe i wouldn’t be kicked off. but everyone knows pawns go home a TON. i don’t know how i feel about it.. but if it wins me an one on one alliance.. it’s worth it. especially such a strong player. this can backfire or help me a ton. 

[mon-amour-eternel]

Kings and Queens Part Two

Idk how much I like this, but please enjoy, everybody. SFW for the most part.

Part One

“Listen, you inconsequential thing, borrow my shoes again, and you’ll think back on the days you had feet very fondly! “

Camille gulped and turned to where Klaus and Kol sat, paying the spat no mind. “Klaus! A little help?”

“What?” He looked up and saw Rebekah steaming. “I can’t control her, Camille. Maybe ask Elijah?”

Elijah, of course, would not be helping her, but did she know that? No, no she didn’t.

She narrowed her eyes and fled Rebekah’s ire, stomping to her room like a child. Rebekah laughed and flopped into the seat between her brothers. “Can you the believe the nerve of her? Snooping, texting, stealing?”

“All from her gracious hosts, too,” Kol added with a snort. They thought it was funny, but Klaus was far from amused. Caroline was coming the next morning and she was so angry, he was scared for Camille’s life. Though, it would be very sexy to see his queen rip someone’s head off…. Unfortunately, she was too moral for that, so he doubted he would ever get to see something so delectable.

On the other hand, Caroline had been saying some very werewolf-like things since Camille’s little game and he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go off the deep end.

(“You’re mine.” Gods, it sent shivers down his spine and made his wolf howl.)

When he’d told his siblings what had happened, Kol had found the thought and image as amusing as he found most things, and assured he would tape it. Rebekah had made interested noises and wondered aloud what Caroline would do if she came face to face with Tatia, or Aurora.

Freya had been more concerned about what she would do to Camille. He couldn’t imagine her being happy about the human overstepping her bounds like she was.

“Are you going to tell our Carebear?” Kol questioned.

Klaus scowled at the nickname, though Caroline insisted she didn’t mind it. “Tell her what? That our dear sister is throwing another tantrum?”

“No, he was thinking telling her about Camille acting like a leech, or worse, an in-law,” Rebekah snapped.

“I don’t want to her kill Camille, you know. Just...gently maim.”

“And behead? My, I can picture it now, it would be better than all the carnage I left in my last one hundred waking years.” Kol licked his lips, a far away look in his eyes.

Rebekah and Klaus both grimaced, but for different reasons. Klaus stood, holding his sketchbook tightly. “I’m not sure if I’ll be telling her about Camille’s other mistakes, but I will be telling her that you’re acting like a sexual predator. Then you’ll never get back to your once legendary restraint.”

As he moved to his room, Kol responded, “please do! I hear she’s into guys with accents and that happen to be mass murderers.” Rebekah cackled, immediately going into a round of take-the-piss-out-of-Klaus. Kol responded in kind.

He sighed and tuned them out, hoping to make sure everything would be perfect for the next day.

                                                     …:::...

The plane touched down smoothly -- of course it did, Klaus made sure the pilot was safe -- and it wasn’t long before he was face to face with her once again.

She was just as beautiful as always, his very own model. The last time this happened, it was Klaus coming off a plane. Caroline had ran at him, a beaming smile on her face, and refused to stop touching him in some way until the next afternoon.

That time, they just moved into a hug, like they’d planned it. Klaus wasn’t all that affectionate with most people, and hugs were out of the question with literally everyone, but Caroline was his exception.

After a long moment, she leaned up and pecked him on the lips. (He became so fond around her. The thousand year old killer in him hates it, but the boy he’d been reveled in it.) “Hi.”

“Hello.”

She moved them toward the car, speaking about college and the gang back home. Evidently, she’d decided not to talk about the Camille debacle yet. The vampire with him grabbed her belongings while they settled into the vehicle. His hand was on her thigh the whole ride home.

He spoke about his siblings, and the sights she would be seeing. It was nice, a small moment together before other people intruded (as they always did).

It all went to hell when they pulled into the driveway.

Caroline gripped his wrist before he could open the door. “Is she here?”

He listened, but somewhere in the house, a sage candle was burning. It was either Elijah or Freya’s room -- neither would be a surprise. Freya liked privacy, and Elijah liked pretending no one knew he was entertaining a certain doppleganger in his room.

He couldn’t hear her anywhere, so he shook his head. “No.”

“Okay, good. When we go in, can we go to your room first? I want to talk about something.”

“Of course.”

A few minutes later, they were in his room, on opposite sides of his bed. “Okay, so half the closet and three drawers?” She said to herself. “Bras, panties, socks. Okay….” She rummaged around in his drawers for a moment, then moved to her own.

“Did you want to talk about where you’re putting your clothes, love?”

She gave him a look that meant she thought he was an idiot. “No, but I have to get this done now so that I don’t have to later.”

“You’ll only be here four days.”

“Four days of not living out of a suitcase. Four days of not having to wear your clothes because I can’t find mine.”

He pouted playfully. “I quite like you in my clothes.”

“Of course you do, you’re a caveman.” She held a dress up to her body. “Does this look good enough to slay this Camille bitch?”

He wasn’t sure what slay meant in this case (was she going to behead Cami like Kol had said?), but nodded. The dress was expensive, but well worth it. It didn’t show off too much, wasn’t too short or too long, and it was both cute and sexy. “Caroline, trust me, you don’t need a dress to slay.” The word came out obviously clunky, but he stood by his use of it. He thought, at least.

She laughed at him. “Aww, thanks. Same goes to you, though the figure you cut in a suit...mmm.”

He had missed their flirting. Texting just wasn’t the same.

“Thank you. Now that you’ve got your dress, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

She stood in front of his mirror, still holding the dress. “You know how you say you like the chase? Well, I was thinking. I’m going to break up with you tonight,” his whole body stiffened, undead heart stopping. He only lost the tension when she continued, “and make Camille think it’s because you’re a cheater. She’ll be happy, thinking I’m out of the picture, and then we can make up in front of her? Like, we agree to be more faithful, act like we never fought in the first place. Act like the disgusting couple that everyone hates. Or maybe we should act like nothing ever happened?” She glanced back at him. “I just want her to be completely disoriented and caught off guard. What do you think?”

“I like your first idea. It’s mean, giving her false hope.” He smiled wickedly, thoughts and plans formulating in his mind. He’d forced himself not to think about it, wanting Caroline to get her revenge on her own, but it was easy to imagine hundreds of scenarios.

Caroline let out a little snigger. “That’s what I was banking on. Now, you need to go invite her to dinner tonight. Everyone has to be there, and they need to be told now or they won’t have enough time to get ready.” She raised an eyebrow like, get to it, Mikaelson.

“Okay, okay. But what shall I do for food?”

“Taken care of,” she said sweetly, walking him backwards to the door. At his look, she explained, “lots of free time plus being a control freak means I’ve got it taken care of. Expect the caterer here in an hour or so.”

“Caterer? Love, it’ll only be us and a few others.”

“Yes, but take in consideration Kol’s appetite and the fact that it’s steak, and you need a lot. Oh! And tell them to look their best.” She gave him a coy smile. “The queen of the French Quarter is here ready to bust the heads of anyone who looks like a ragamuffin.”

He chuckled despite himself, pleased that she liked his nickname for her. “Of course, love.” They shared a quick kiss, and then he was pushed out of his own room.

He swiftly invited everyone, foregoing the guests around the house. He would’ve asked Marcel if not for the fact that Caroline didn’t seem to want to meet him.

Asking Camille was interesting.

Klaus: Dinner tonight at the manor? We’ll all be there, and I’ll make sure Rebekah isn’t too mean.

Camille: Omg thanks for inviting me! I’ll be there, work permitting. What time is it happening?

Klaus: Six.

Camille: I don’t get off until 5:45 :( I won’t be able to get there on time

Klaus: Well then we’ll wait for you.

Camille: Wow thanks Klaus. What’s the dress code?

Klaus: I’d say a nice dress is in order. Just don’t wear black.

Can’t have someone attempt to show up Caroline.

Camille: Alright. I’ll see you later

Klaus: See you later

He’d never thought about it before, but she was a bit of a perfectionist, wasn’t she? Or was that just her need to please him?

No matter.

                                                    …:::...

When Camille got there at 6:15, the only ones at the table were Klaus and Freya. Freya was sitting primly, twiddling her thumbs. Klaus’ chair was tilted onto the back legs. They both looked bored.

She looked around. She moved to take the seat next to Klaus, but on both sides, there were placemats -- one that said Rebekah, one that said guest. She found hers next to Elijah’s and across from Freya after noting Marcel, Davina and Lucien didn’t have seats. “Where is everybody?”

“Oh, I told them they had a few extra minutes before dinner. Guess they didn’t hear you come in.”

Freya smiled gently. “I think they’re just ignoring us, honestly.”

“Nonsense.” He’d told them to be late, actually. Yanking Camille’s chain was fun. “Elijah would never be so rude. Kol, yes, but not Elijah. And not our guest of honor, either.” She was waiting on the stairs for a perfect entrance. Not that Camille knew any of that.

“Guest of honor?” Camille questioned, looking around shiftily. Caroline had told her that she would be there that weekend, ready to tear out livers. She had reason to be scared.

“Yes,” Klaus said simply.

Freya expanded, “she’s a family friend. Well, a friend of Klaus’ that I’m eager to meet. Apparently, she’s pretty intimidating.”

A creak came from the stairs, and the siblings could barely contain their smug smirks. Camille’s eyes widened when Caroline stepped into the dining room. She stopped over Klaus’ shoulder, though she barely acknowledged him. Any other situation and she would’ve kissed his cheek or squeezed his shoulder, but she couldn’t if she wanted to pull this off.

“Talking about me?”

Freya stood gracefully and stuck a hand out. They’d met over the phone but never in person. “Freya Mikaelson. Nice to meet you.”

“Caroline Forbes. You too.” No harm in giving Camille the wrong idea, right? They’d be doing a lot of that, tonight. She turned to Camille, who watched her warily. “And you are?”

She stood shakily. “Camille O’Connell. I’m a family friend.”

All three repressed a snort. Just before Camille got there, Rebekah had been screeching about the little wench stealing her shoes again.

“Nice to meet you.”

Camille nodded in agreement and sat back down. Caroline took the spot next to Klaus. It was conveniently right next to Kol, who had added a part to their plan that she was excited to get started.

Freya immediately started talking to both blonde girls at the table, while Klaus watched. Caroline had told him not to sit her next to him, but he didn’t listen. In lieu of that, he had to act extra like he was hiding something.

Camille watched them like a hawk.

Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol came down after a few minutes. Elijah pretended to be surprised. “Oh. I apologize, I didn’t realize we were late.”

They sat down quickly, and Kol swung an arm over onto Caroline’s chair. No one said anything, though Klaus was very obviously glaring at Kol.

Dinner was awkward, but it was on purpose. Camille looked terribly uncomfortable, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there. Klaus tried to talk to Caroline a few times, but she ignored him for Kol, whose every word she hung onto.

Eventually he sat his utensils down heavily and said, “Caroline.”

“What?” She glared at him.

“Kol? Seriously?” He raised a judgemental eyebrow.

“What about him?”

“He’s the worst possible rebound in the whole world, sweetheart.” Kol made a hurt noise, but was ignored.

The rest of the table watched the interaction, unable to look away. Camille was both intensely uncomfortable and overjoyed. Clearly, Caroline had broken up with Klaus. That meant he was free of all ties now, and she could snatch him up once Caroline left.

“I don’t think so,” Caroline said, “I think he’s a great choice. He’s never lied to me since we met, like someone at this table.”

Kol grinned at his plate, but everyone else shifted appropriately.

“I didn’t lie to you, love, I never have.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but Elijah beat her to it. “Maybe you should take this somewhere else?” At the deadly looks they gave him, he added, “surely, this can be resolved with a discussion away from the table.”

Caroline shook her head. “No, it can’t. He cheated on me!”

The table hushed even more than it had been. Camille bit her lip.

“Yeah, that’s right. He found some two-bit, cheap, human who he only picked because she looks just like me.“ She didn’t look at Camille, but really, who else could she have been talking about?

“Now, love, I think that’s quite far enough.” He employed a tone he didn’t ever use on her. (He really hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at him for that. He was acting, after all.) It was one of his dangerous ones that she pretended to hate.

“Is it?” She hissed. “What happened to forever, Klaus?”

Camille shrunk into her seat, feeling like she’d stepped on a landmine. The others watched her from the corners of their eyes.

Klaus made his face fall. “It had a minor setback, love. I’m willing to work on it if you are.”

She stared at him. “Cute words won’t make this right.”

“Then what shall I do?”

Caroline gave a smile that reminded all of them of Klaus. “Devote yourself to me completely and wholly. And promise on your life that you won’t cheat again.”

“I never -- “ He stopped himself. “Of course. I swear on my life, if I am ever unfaithful to you, I shall burn in the pits of hell for the rest of eternity. You will be my last and only love, Caroline.”

She smiled. “Good. I promise the same.”

There was a moment of nonverbal communication, then they were gone.

Camille scoffed. “She seriously took him back? He deserves better than someone who’s only going to let him continue his bad habits.”

“Well that’s mighty presumptive of you,” Rebekah said, setting her wine glass down.

Camille looked affronted, but Kol interrupted her indignation. “You do realize they’re in love, right? Like, disgustingly so. You never had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting with Nik.”

“And they both know he never cheated,” Freya added, lightly circling her finger over the rim of her glass. Camille had said once it was intimidating, reminiscent of a big cat waiting to pounce.

“This was all an act, Camille. A way to teach you a lesson. You are our guest, a temporary one, and you overestimated your importance to us.” Elijah stated. “I suggest going to bed now before Caroline comes back down here and causes bodily harm.”

She gasped, and hurried to the stairs. Rebekah shouted after her, “return my shoes before dawn or you’ll be at my mercy as well!”

She ran to her room and locked herself inside. She sat heavily on the bed, feeling terrified.

There was noise from next door. She looked at the wall she shared with Klaus’ room, hoping beyond hope that it came from Freya’s room instead, on the other side. The noise came again, a familiar sounding thump.

When she looked around, she saw there were no sage candles burning anywhere, nor could she smell any.

The thump came again, only this time, it was accompanied by a moan. “Mine.”

Oh god, they were torturing her. She was going to have to listen to them all night, wasn’t she? She tried to escape, but even when she unlocked the door, it wouldn’t budge.

There was a shriek that turned into giggles, then moans from Klaus’ room.

Camille sat on her bed again, wondering exactly what the hell she was thinking when she texted Caroline.