#his name is elijah and hes a witch :D

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Hiii 🫶🏼 I hope you're still up for doing an Elijah request! 🤗 I can't get this man out of my head haha

Soo it would be an idea where they met somewhere in Mystic Falls and immediately felt some bond between them, so it happens that they start falling in love (she's human but knows about vampires) but she's too afraid to get hurt so she also tries not to get too close to Elijah. One night he sees some stranger following her home from the Grill and even starts attacking her, Elijah is immediately there saving her and taking her home with him to treat her wounds (mostly some scratches) and he's just super worried. There she realizes that Elijah would never be the one hurting her and they finally share their feelings with a lot of kissing and cuddles afterwards and he holds her, telling how much she means to him.

Oh I hope this is not too weird at all 🙈❤️

Description: Upon meeting Elijah Mikaelson, the feelings start to come but in fear of being hurt, the reader decides to keep her walls up to protect herself. This changes after Elijah protects her after being attacked.

Warnings: fluff, small angst, physical assault (mild), she/her pronouns, maybe swearing?

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Thanks so much for making this request! I can never get sick of Elijah, this man is always on my mind and please feel free to request again if you wish :) I really enjoyed writing this, thank you again :D

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 2,125

First Person's POV

Tonight at the Grill was a ‘live acoustics’ night, some of the performers were good and others were quite frankly not that great. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were off on the next big adventure for the vampiric save-the-day business and while I knew about all the vampires, witches, werewolves and all that extra fun stuff. Besides Matt, I was the only human in the group and somehow I was pushed aside to be kept ‘safe; despite Matt always being dragged into the whirlpool of drama even if he didn’t want to be. 

“The music is wonderful for the atmosphere tonight, don’t you agree?” That voice would haunt my dreams, haunt my every thought, I couldn’t fathom how gentle and warm a voice could sound. I glanced to the side, shooting a polite smile to the impeccably dressed man and nodded in agreement. 

“I do agree, I feel like I’m in like a cute little romance story, the warm lighting and the music-“ I cut myself short, realising I was babbling to a random stranger who more than likely did not care for my ideas and thoughts. 

“I can see how you would see that.” Oh, gosh- those eyes! That smile! This man would haunt me forever, picture perfect and everything I would want in a man. I continued to share a polite smile with the man, fiddling with the straw in my chocolate milkshake and turned myself slightly to face the man a little better. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” Realising that he was waiting for my name, I placed my drink down and took his hand. 

“Y/N L/N” He softly cupped my hand, shaking it and proceeded to share his name.

“Elijah Mikaelson.” I wish I could’ve hidden my reaction better, my eyes went wide, and my smile flattened for a moment before I quickly made sure to continue to be nice and polite. Elijah carefully rested my head on the bar, took a small sip of whatever his drink was and gazed at me with a quizzical look. 

“You know who I am…” His tone was neither harsh nor hurt, Elijah seemed to have suspected my knowledge of his name and he even seemed curious by the idea of my knowledge. 

“I know of your brother Niklaus… Elena told me about you, I think she might have exaggerated a bit. You don’t seem like the antagonist she kinda painted you out to be. From what I’ve heard, you’re the nicer brother… the noble one and I'm sure first glances can be deceiving but… I don’t know- you don’t seem like a bad man.”  He briefly licked his lips, eyes shooting up to the ceiling and seemed to be contemplating his next moves. 

“I suppose you know-“ 

“That you’re a…” I leaned closer to whisper so people passing by wouldn’t hear. 

“An Original.” 

“You don’t seem to be phased.”

“Team doppelgänger has built up my immunity to supernatural beings.” I let out a weak chuckle, cringing internally and turned my focus back on my drink. I wanted to keep speaking with him, I really did want to keep speaking with him but I knew the world that I happened to live in and I didn’t fancy the idea of being bait or hurt as collateral damage. 

“It was really nice to meet you Elijah but I have to go.” He nodded, that handsome smile appearing once more, his actions made me gush and brought butterflies into my belly as he grabbed my jacket and assisted in placing it back on. 

“I hope that you have a good evening, Y/N” 

“Same to you Elijah.” He seemed to have a thought pop into his head, I stopped in my tracks, allowing for him to have the benefit of the doubt and give him the chance to speak his mind. 

“May I have the pleasure of seeing you again?” 

“Maybe… There’s always tomorrow.” I knew I had given myself away, I could feel my heart skip a beat, I’m sure he could hear it, his facial expression didn’t change but I could feel that he knew what I was feeling. 

“Have a good evening,” I whispered, brushing past him to carry on my way. 

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I had seen Elijah a couple of times since our first meeting, we had small conversations and I tried my best to conceal my heart, I didn't want to get close to this man despite enjoying his presence, his voice and the true appearance of his gentlemanly ways made me fall into a daydream greater than any story or dream I could ever have or read. 

The next time I saw Elijah was three months after our first meeting, as I said we had multiple different meetings and they were all the greatest moments of my life despite how much I tried to protect my fragile heart. I had left my home for the park, I wanted to read outside of my home and get some fresh air away from the stuffiness of my bedroom. I rested the picnic blanket underneath a large tree, I read three chapters of my book before I felt a presence looming nearby, I placed the book to the side and stood up, surveying the area for a figure and jumped in my skin seeing Elijah approaching me. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, may I join you?" I nodded, smiling at the man, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down with me on the picnic blanket. He gently picked my book up, staring at the cover with intrigue, I observed him with butterflies growing in my stomach, a blush wanting to form on my cheeks as I continued to drown in what was possibly a huge crush for the Original Vampire. 

"Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi... I'm not sure I've heard of this one before." 

"I doubt you would've, I don't exactly picture you reading a book like this?" He smiled, tilting his head slightly, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth and he handed me back the book. 

"Why is that?" 

"Well... I don't know, I picture you reading older books nothing from the late 20th century to the early 21st century." Elijah briefly nodded in agreement, I smiled proudly at my guess and fiddled with the tassels hanging off of my bookmark. The vampire took off his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up, I bit the inside of my cheek, begging myself to remain calm and avoid giving away any kind of emotions being revealed. 

"Enlighten me, will you though, please? What's it about?" I cleared my throat, leaning closer to him with joy forming, giddy that he was showing interest in something that I liked and enjoyed. 

"It's the third book in the series, I've read it before, and this one is one of my favourites. Essentially the series is all about control some people have these powers and the leaders are trying to control these people. The relationship of the main characters is what I happen to enjoy the most about it, I love how Tahereh created their bond from..." 

"Why did you stop?" Elijah gently questioned, his face furrowing in concern, I wanted to cringe but I forced the words out before I could let that show. Taking a deep breath, I turned my gaze back to him, scrunching my face up briefly and proceeded to explain to Elijah what was going through my head. 

"Whenever I ramble on to the Salvatores and all that, it's clear that they don't care and I'm not wanting to force that onto you. I'm sorry." Elijah tutted, shaking his head and holding out his hand for me to take. Hesitating for a moment, I finally rested my hand in his, holding my breath for a moment and kept my eyes focused on him as he rested his other hand on top of mine. 

"You do that too often, Y/N, I can see you trying to protect your heart and you have a wide range of information waiting to come out and you shut yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that. I hope you find someone... someone who makes you realise you don't need to do that." 

"Could possibly end up being you, Elijah," I whispered.

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When someone unknown came into Mystic Falls, it was always a concerning event, the vampires were always the most suspicious of strangers and most of the time they were typically right for not trusting the stranger. It was late when I left the grill tonight, Elijah was growing on my mind more and more, and I would be hit with a wave of memories at random moments. 

"Up ahead, there's an alley to your right, walk down it. Try anything-" 

"Okay... I understand." I whispered, complying as I walked a little quicker and turned down the alleyway. I cried out as I was instantly shoved against the wall, my head ached and the world spun around me, I bit back a sob as I hit the ground and hissed as the gravel bit into my skin. I kicked off my heels, not fancying a broken ankle and lept to my feet running towards the street but missed as the man tackled me to the ground and which resulted in blood slightly trickling down my forehead and more cuts forming against my skin. 

It felt like something out of a vampire movie, I heard a whoosh and then a light thud. Elijah appeared, holding the man against the wall effortlessly with one hand and easily compelled the man to walk off and not commit any sort of crime again. I let out a few sobs as the pain sunk in and the adrenaline started to fade away.

Elijah swooped me into his arms, effortlessly taking me to his mansion and rested me down on his obnoxiously large bed. He crouched down, gently cupping my face in his hands, observing my facial features and swiftly disappeared somewhere before running back. 

"Are you okay?" He questioned, focusing on grabbing the things from the first-aid kit to treat my wounds. 

"I'm okay..." I whispered, hissing as he wiped an alcohol wipe across the graze on my palm and watched as he apologised profusely for inflicting any added pain onto me. Elijah was so attentive to my needs, he cleaned the blood and dirt away from my cuts and grazes. Covering them with bandaids, doing what he could to assist in caring for me. It was as he was lingering for a moment, observing my form that I realised that Elijah Mikaelson would never hurt me. He would never cause any harm to me, Elijah Mikaelson would protect me and I knew that I wouldn't need to worry any longer. 

"You wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered, staring at the vampire as he grasped my face and held eye contact with me. 

"Y/N L/N I would never dream of hurting you, you... you're perfect... Y/N you are the epitome of perfect, I haven't met someone as intelligent, kind, sweet, and funny in a long time. Y/N I love you and I hope that you'll allow-" I pushed myself closer to him, carefully cupping his face to kiss the man who had possessed my dreams too often. 

"Elijah, please, never let me go, I can't keep guarding myself-" 

"Shhh, I've got you." He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his arms and pushing himself to lay against the headboard of his bed. I inhaled, holding onto the warm and mesmerising smell of his cologne, I curled into his chest and hummed gently as he rested another kiss on my forehead. 

I felt protected, Elijah was my guardian angel, and he made me feel warm and gooey. Made me giddy and the butterflies a constant swarm in my belly, I fiddled with his hands, staring at the family ring that rested on his finger and glanced to him as he pulled my face to meet his. I hummed as he rested a kiss against my lips, sucking in another deep breath and curling in closer as he strokes my hair, his touch comforting and loving. 

"Can I stay here? Just in your arms? Where I'm safe and with you, you Elijah who looks after me and takes the time to listen and know me?" Elijah's smile made the butterflies come to life, my cheeks flushed red and his simple words reassured me for an infinity of time. 

"Always and forever." 

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I really like hearing people talk about things they've noticed in something so it's so fun to read what you've notice in The Tomato Can 🫶

Bbg Vasily and Elijah

About the ocs, Mei and I guess Merida would be actually such an interesting new dynamic to see with Milana🤩🤩

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aw, thanks love! Anyways, if you want to, I could continue...? I still have a lot to discover, and I can't believe that I actually overlooked a lot of things..

We love babygirl Vasily and Elijah

Yesssss, But if you want to, you can also request OC's to me if you'd like to! But I think I would rather call Merida Mary-Anne or something? Idk but I just---don't want her to the the name of a disney princess

Anyways, I'll post your other request, tged x male! reader in here. Also it's going to be angsty. Sorry not sorry, my sweet strawberry shortcake 🍰-nom. But don't worry, there will be a lil kith at the end.

Also I didn't proofread.

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Who are you, Lloyd?

You knew that you shouldn't be here. But his parents asked you to. You knew that it would make your friendship with him all the more worse, if you even were friends in the first place.

But, for the sake of the baron's son, you had to ask a witch about Lloyd. She was a rather pretty woman, but she was a scaredy cat. So when she first saw you, she shrieked. I mean, who wouldn't, when your face was tinted red from the bear who just tried to eat you? Luckily, none of that blood outside your body belonged to you.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a question.", you said as you stepped into her humble home without asking, nor brushing your mudded boots, to which she grumbled under her breath.

"Make it quick. And also clean up your shoes."

"It's about the son of the baron I'm serving. Lloyd Frontera. He's uh...he's...not really himself?", you tried to explain, but you missed the words which woud suit for what you were wanting to say.

However, the witch was patient, and so, with you trying to form sentence upon sentence, did you finally manage to tell how from a Lloyd who was a drunkard and bad person became suddenly an estate developer and a businessman.

"And he just recruited a hundred and twenty Orcs for faster building? I don't even recognize the person I have to look over anymore...!", you finished, sipping on the sweet tea the witch brewed you while you were telling the story.

"Hm...to me, it sounds like a rare occurence of 'soul exchange'. Maybe, and I am talking on a very wild guess, it can be that the Lloyd you knew all your life until these past days has...well, died."

You flinched. "What?! D-don't you think that's a bit exaggerated??"

"There could be a chance, no? I mean, according to you, he was a drunk guy who was just utter trash. And maybe, he died at the same time another person died.", the witch's soft voice explained. Actually, she could be right.

If there could be Orcs, witches, monsters, dragons and elves in your world, why couldn't there be a new Lloyd?

"But...what should I do? I can't just tell him that he's not the same he once was!"

"Why don't you try getting to know the new Lloyd then?"

You blushed at that. 'Th-the knew Lloyd? Hmm...such a hassle. No, I'm going to confront him!'

...

"Ah, ____! There you are!", the baron's son exclaimed as he saw your approaching figure. 'Damn, the author really did describe ____ exactly how he looks in front of me. Tall, handsome, and nice. At least he's not like Javier. But still...he's beautiful...!'

He noticed your frown, a troubled expression on your face as you strutted uneasily towards him. "Mr. Frontera, I-I have a request!"

"Eh? A request? For me??", Lloyd asked with a confused smile as he followed you. You lead him to your home, and Lloyd blushed more.

'What is he trying to achieve...? I have work, but if ____ needs something, work can wait...What are your plans, ____?'

You led him to your table, with a freshly baked apple pie standing on it. You applied a little too much sugar, but you did it with the intention of him hitting you, but none of it. "Mm, your pie is good, but you applied a little too much sugar, ____. But is this the only thing you-Whoah!!"

Lloyd found himself pinned against your kitchen table, with your larger frame right on top of him. Lloyd couldn't miss the way you growled at him, demanding an explanation. However, Lloyd didn't know what for you could need an explanation for. All he could think about were your glowing eyes, your angry expression, how you were holding his hands in one of your larger ones and your other held his waist to the counter.

Yeah, Lloyd was turned on right now. "U-uhm, ____? D-do you mi-"

"You are not the Lloyd I know, so tell me who the hell you are!", you hissed as you glared at him angrily. But, Lloyd could see tears swelling in your eyes. Maybe out of frustration?

"____...I'm sorry. I've changed-" "Stop! Stop it!", you yelled as you puched him away from you and gripped your hair tightly. "I know that you are not Lloyd, but please, whoever you are, tell me where the old one is!"

There was a moment of silence, with you panting as you looked at 'Lloyd' with a look of hurt, betrayal, hope, and big sadness.

Suho Kim, who now possessed Lloyd's body, looked at you with guild. "____, I'll...explain everything to you. My actual name is Suho Kim, and I think I died in my previous life...? Anyway, now I'm in Lloyd's body, and, well, I tried to make the most out of it."

You only stared at him before leaning against the wall and sliding down while covering your face. (drama queen ig)

"Listen, I know that it was hard for you to endure this all, given the fact the Lloyd you knew before is no longer there, but I promise that I'll be better than him. I'd also like to get to know you better, ____."

Lloyd sat down next to you. "You know, at first, I thought that you'd be just like Javier, but you're not. You're so much sweeter, kinder, more emotional, and you tell me more. You're a good guy."

Suho slowly couldn't contain your silence anymore, and for a moment, he thought that you'd had fallen asleep. But you just raised your head to him. You looked depressed. "I don't like how you compare me to Javier, and I don't like how you talk about Lloyd as if he was a bad person.

Lloyd might have been trash, throwing tantrums, drinking the whole time and being horrible with women, but he was the one me and Javier had to dedicate our lives to. I don't know if Javier enjoys being your knight, but I'm glad that you, Suho Kim, could cure his sleeping problems. And as for me...", you trailed off, averting your eyes shyly.

Suho remembered that you were actually introduced as the love interest, but you died protecting Lloyd. Lloyd actually never liked you, but you just found something in Lloyd very alluring, and Suho didn't know what.

Suho felt bad. Bad that you lost the person you somehow fell in love with -he wanted to hit the author of the novel for putting sweet you together with somebody like Lloyd and the also having the audacity to give you a grotesque death scene- and even worse that you found out about it.

"...I don't know why, but I felt shy whenever I looked at him. Sure, he is not the best option to fancy, but I just...I felt a connection to him. And now he's gone..."

Suho sighed. "...____, could you try moving on? Forget about the old Lloyd...if it helps you in some way, uh, I c-could go on a few dates with you...!", the man sitting next to you advised, and you both blushed furiously at the thought.

You groaned. "Thanks, but...I don't know...I feel like everything's moving too fast? Yeah, that must be it...", you muttered, staring at the dust which was starting to form on your boot.

But, Suho didn't want to give up yet. You were sitting next to him, in all your vulnerability, and...he wanted you. All to himself.

"I'm the greediest man you know, right? All about money, coins, all that gold and silver and being rich. Well, I'm also another kind of greedy.", he whispered as he looked up to you.

"I'm greedy for your love, ____."

Your flustered expression couldn't have been cuter, and Suho smiled fondly at you. "I know this is a lot to take in, but please bear with me. You are one hell of a handsome knight, ____."

"W-wait! You can't just confess! We-we don't even know each other!"

"Ah, yes...but hey, at least you know that I like you. And I'll make you fall for me in no time!", was the last thing Suho said before he gave you a little kiss to the cheek and ran out of your house.

He left you sitting in your kitchen, with you hesitantly touching the place he put his lips on, and you sighed with a red face.

'Feelings are so hard...', you thought.

Meanwhile, Suho ran as fast as he could away from your house, and into the secure walls of his chamber. There, he panted as he jumped on his bed and kicked his feet.

'Oh my god, I can't believe I actually did it! It feels so right, but what if I can't make ____ fall for me?! I'm not even good with women! Why did I even say such a thing?! And his cheek, gosh, ____'s cheek! It's so soft!!!! AAAAARRGH! What should I do!??!', Lloyd thought as he giggled and whirled around in his bed.

Javier, and Lloyd's father exchanged concerned looks as they heard Lloyd's giggling.

[perzysprumia]

HOPE MIKAELSON.

full name: hope andrea mikaelson species: witch/werewolf/vampire tribrid age: 18-21 birthday: january 2nd zodiac: capricorn gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: demiromantic pansexual race: white (alt verse: mixed black/white) hair color / style: auburn brown eye color: gray-blue height: 160cm / 5'3" traits/personality: wiki. family: hayle(y) marshall (father/mother; deceased), klaus mikaelson (father), elijah mikaelson (uncle; deceased), rebekah mikaelson (aunt), kol mikaelson (uncle), esther (grandmother; deceased), mikael (adoptive grandfather; deceased), ansel (grandfather) fandom: the originals faceclaim: madison davenport (verse specific alt fc: troian bellisario)

C A N O N D I V E R G E N C I E S :

canon up until S05E06 of the originals. after hayle(y)'s death, hope does not go back to the salvatore school and instead stays in new orleans with her family. marcel homeschools her as much as possible, considering klaus and rebekah can't come near her and she wants nothing to do with elijah.

even though klaus cannot come near her, he changes how much he stays in contact with her and the two of them grow extremely close very quickly, somewhat resolving hope's issues with his previous absence in her life. she clings to klaus after losing her other parent.

like in canon, klaus and hope still end up going near each other and causing issues. after regaining his memories, elijah's guilt over hayle(y)'s death consumes him, and when klaus tells him of his plan to take in the entirety of the hollow, elijah intervenes and convinces freya to give it to him instead.

klaus is still the one to kill elijah, in the same way as in canon. i have issues with how the white oak was magically there the entire time after the entire last half of season 3 was spent fighting over "the last of the white oak" so the stake was not hidden by klaus decades ago, it was magically made from the remaining fragments of white oak that could be found around the city.

another thing i'm addressing that season 5 did not is elijah's sireline. because he was never disconnected from them, 1/3 of all remaining vampires on earth died.

hope does not find out that elijah did this for klaus until after it's done. she has unresolved emotions about it, and refuses to talk about it when it's brought up.

hope becomes even more attached to klaus, and because the hollow is now gone, she is by his side at almost all times. anything that takes his attention/interest away from her is seen as a threat. she completely falls into the daddy's girl trope, very quickly.

freya teaches her magic, klaus teaches her everything else. like in canon/legacies, hope has issues containing her magic and it is very heavily tied into her emotional state. if she gets too upset, the entire city risks experiencing a blackout if she is not wearing her bracelet.

3 years post series (when she is 21) hope forgets to take her magic-dampening bracelet off when she is trying to track someone she thinks is trying to hurt klaus. it ends up being aurora, and hope realizes she isn't powerful enough to protect herself too late. aurora kills her, and she turns.

these details are slightly different for my klaus's family business verse, as hope is not klaus's only child there:

hayle is not dead, elijah is not dead, klaus is not dead. we do what we want. because of this, hope still attends the salvatore school and goes to college there.

because she is considered one of klaus's firstborn children (via dahlia's firstborn curse resetting each millennia), hope is still far more powerful and uncontrollable than the rest of her siblings, and thus feels alone because of it.

she is also the only one of her siblings that does not have a direct sibling, as she was hayle's only child. this also contributes to her feeling alone.

because she is one of klaus's firstborns under dahlia's curse, she has a doppelganger who was born roughly two years after her; her name is jackie kenner-west. she is jackson's child, and because of this, hope considers jackie her sister.

hope's relationship with klaus is completely different in this verse as opposed to her canon/main verse. she is far more attached to hayle than she is klaus.

also refer to tricursed's no humanity verse for info on my hope's split!verse.

[terroremarium]

☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ alex fitzalan / male / white / he/him ——— is that henrik mikaelson on bourbon street ? the 23 / 23year old witch who stays in the central district?  they are notoriously known for being venturesome, stubborn  but also reckless, empathetic. which is probably why they are considered the bibliophilearound town.  i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough tw: mentions murder.

faceclaim: alex fitzalan. height:  6. build:  slim. eyes:  brown. hair:  dark brown. piercings:  n/a.  tattoos n/a. style: jeans, t-shirt. sexuality: pansexual family: freya mikaelson and rebekah mikaelson ( older sisters ), finn mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson and kol mikaelson (older brothers), mikaelson extended family.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits: (+)venturesome, warm hearted, soft (-) reckless, stubborn, argumentative

M I S C E L A N E O U S

a cherished item:  tbd

B A C K G R O U N D

everything is canon. henrik begged to go watch the wolves transition and he and niklaus went to watch them and theres where he died.

henrik was brought back from the dead when esther brought finn and kol, but he was placed under a protection with a coven of witches outside of new orleans until esther chose it was the right time for them all to be reunited all at once again, but that time never came.

he was raised by this coven, not knowing anything of the outside world. his curiosity started to get the better of him. the outside world urging him to go and explore. but he was still in the dark about his siblings.

it wasn't until he was 21, he heard the mikaelson name mentioned and all about his siblings and from that day, he set forward on trying to find them.

it took him two years, to try and leave the coven and once they saw him try and leave, he was brutally killed because they wanted his power.

he returned back when the dead came back and has slowly made his way to new orleans to find his siblings.

[thesmolbutknowingclown]

Sorry I don't know your OCs names yet but

Ask game: truth vs lie, how they see their own flaws vs others

Hey! Sorry I'm replying so late, I got bogged with work lol

My fanfics are primarily set in the universe of The Vampire Diaries/The Originals.

My main OC is Adira Lee, and you can read her profile here. In essence, she is a vampire who works as a demon hunter.

My friend's OC is Percy Grimm, who is basically half vampire, half witch; she is also Adira's adopted daughter. My friend has her profile here

The rest of the main deuteragonists are not my own OCs, but nonetheless play important roles. They are:

Mikael Mikaelson (kinda the gruff dad friend of the group; I made his profile here)

Elijah Mikaelson (Mikael's second eldest son, more of the voice of reason than anything)

Kol Mikaelson (the wily troublemaker of the group, and Mikael's youngest (living) son)

I hope that's a good rundown lol, but feel free to ask if you wanna know more :D

Now, the questions:

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Adira: No; she has very little tolerance for fluffy lies, and in her line of work, a lie could very well spell the difference between life and death. Personally, if she finds out someone lied to prevent from telling her an unpleasant truth, she's going to have a hard time trusting that person again, because she views that as a breach of trust. She is no stranger to unpleasant truths, so give it all to her.

Percy: Given what I know of her personality, there may be some instances where she may prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth, but because of her abilities as a witch (especially one with very high empathy at that), she's going to find out and call the person out, even if their intentions were good. Expect her to be hurt.

Mikael: Another zero tolerance case. He views not telling the truth as an act of cowardice and weakness, both of which motivate the person to earn his disgust and derision. God forbid he catches you in the lie - he's not going to be as merciful as Adira or Percy. He can also compel the truth out of you if he thinks you're lying.

Elijah: Elijah prides himself on being noble and honest, so naturally, he's not going to like being lied to either. While he may be understanding of motives, he views lying as a breach of trust. Like Adira, he's not gonna trust them again, and like his father, he can likewise compel the truth if he suspects there's a lie.

Kol: Kol's a tricky one. While I could see him preferring a lie over the truth (he is the troublemaker, after all), I think it would depend on the people involved. With those he is closest to, if a lie prevents a needed truth from getting out, he's going to give that person absolute hell and demand the truth, either through compulsion or other means if necessary. With those he has more distance with, he may not even know or care that it's a lie unless he finds out otherwise.

2. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Adira: Adira is keenly aware about her own flaws, and while she has gradually learned to accept their existence and try to work at them, they oftentimes haunt her and keep her up at night. If someone were to bring up her flaws, she's going to lash back at the person, most likely in a verbal manner, but deep down she's going to feel the sting. Plus, being sired and connected to a demon king means her flaws get brought up a lot.

Percy: Percy is EXTREMELY sensitive about her flaws. If someone were to bring them up, she is going to be upset. Don't let Adira catch the person doing this, because she will go into Momma Bear Mode.

Mikael: Mikael is a PROUD man, and this pride has, over the years, caused his skin to thicken, so to speak. He knows he has flaws, and eventually he does try to correct them down the line, if someone were to bring them up, he's probably not going to pay much attention. Still, he laments his flaws later on, and tries to accept responsibility for the gap he's produced in his family.

Elijah: Elijah has a similar pride streak to that of his father, but nevertheless his flaws haunt him to such a degree that he actively tries to cover them up with his appearance and mannerisms.

Kol: Kol is certainly aware of his own flaws, but I don't think they make him lament to such an extent where he is tortured by them. Additionally, he has also made steps to amend what flaws he does recognize.

3. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Adira: It honestly depends on the person. If this is a person that Adira is close to and loves, while she still acknowledges their flaws, she tries not to be nitpicky, I guess you could say. If she is not close to them, she can see them more clearly, but will only step in if they try to harm innocents or those she loves.

Percy: It is actually very easy for her to ignore the flaws in those she is close to, especially Adira and Kol. With other people, she likewise is very trusting, to a worrisome extent.

Mikael: It's difficult for him to ignore flaws in others. Oftentimes, he will likewise point out those flaws, even if you are close to him. In his mind, if you're close to him, he's offering constructive criticism (at least in his own mind); if not, he is simply stating the truth.

Elijah: Like with Adira and Percy, if the person is family or someone he loves and likewise trusts, then it is easier for him to ignore the flaws in others for the sake of helping them. If the person is a stranger, he will come off as judgmental and wary.

Kol: Honestly? It's hard for me to say. If they are close to him, then he'll downplay their flaws and defend them, but if not, he's a menace.

Thank you for the ask! :D

[bluboothalassophile]

hi! i just went on a binge of all your pieces and i loved them! you’re such a talent.

i saw you were taking requests so, post tvdu canon when all of the mikaelsons but marcel and hope (and maybe kol if he didn’t off himself after davina died) have passed.

Hello,

So I think this fits your request, just a heads up it's a bit angsty.

Last Three But Never the Last...

Hope stood with her uncle and cousin, alone, the wind rustled her hair a bit as they stood at the grave markers for their family. First was Freya, with Keelin, next to them was Finn, with a marker for his lover, Sage, then there was Uncle Elijah, he was beside mom, which was fitting, then there was Dad, next was Auntie Bex, and finally, the markers which were just buried, Uncle Kol with Auntie D. Part of Hope knew that Marcel had died with Auntie Bex, but he had stubbornly remained here with her, but with the promise that he would be able to go one day. Nik stood beside Hope with his girlfriend, a witch from the quarter, and it was quiet.

They had gathered here today because Auntie D had passed, and unbeknownst to anyone, Uncle Kol had the remains of one White Oak Stake.

“They both lived long lives,” Nik finally said.

“I know,” Hope murmured. Auntie D had lived to one hundred and fifty-nine, looking no older than fifty, she had found a spell to slow her life through some old school voodoo in the grimoires of Dad’s old witch, Gloria. Dad had hoarded the grimoires for Uncle Kol as a peace offering for when he let Uncle Kol out of a box. Davina had died because of a car accident, and when she died, so had Uncle Kol. It was tragic how in love they were, so in love they couldn’t live without the other, and it had Hope swearing off love for her eternity; she’d never let anyone mean that much to her.

Still, Hope’s one and only turned vampire was waiting for her, patiently, and Hope knew if anyone took her best friend away she’d willingly die like Uncle Kol had. It was a horrid, daunting reality.

“We should go,” Nik said and she looked at her cousin. His girlfriend, a fellow witch, was the mother of his three children, and she sighed.

“Yes, you should.”

“Don’t wait until the next funeral to come around, Hope,” Nik said as he hugged her. She hugged him back. Nik was getting old, with his kids and grandkids around him. Part of her envied his mortality to build a family, but he had never cut her out of his life. Even if he had purposely never gotten married or permitted his family to carry the Mikaelson name.

“I won’t, I’ll see you for Christmas,” she promised smoothly.

He examined her, with weathered old eyes so similar to his biological father’s, before he nodded, kissed the crown of her head and left, leaning on his cane, offering his arm to his girlfriend as they walked through the crypt. Hope now stood alone with Marcel who stared at the engraved names.

“One hundred thirty-three years ago, I had this exact crypt carved for her death,” he murmured.

“She was…”

“She was something,” Marcel smiled wickedly. And Hope looked at her uncle then; yes, she supposed now she could view him as a brother, but she also couldn’t, he’d always been there with Auntie Bex, never as just him.

“I’ll miss them,” Hope murmured honestly.

“I know baby,” Marcel draped his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Why does everyone we love die?”

“Because they’re Vikings, going for Valhalla is the end goal, always,” he murmured. “And one day, when Ragnarök is upon us, we’ll see them again.”

“You honestly believe in Ragnarök?” Hope snorted with tears burning her eyes.

“Nah, but they did, so… no reason not to if it gives us a chance to reunite with them,” Marcel said softly. “I like the hope of reuniting with them.”

“I do to,” she confessed with a watery, weak laugh. She liked it better than that farrier nonsense she had experienced when the deities were attempting to break reality, and losing Landon; who looking back upon her life was not an epic love, had been crippling at the time. “I just wish they had been able to live longer, so we weren’t alone for an eternity.”

“We are never alone, baby girl,” Marcel said smoothly. “If you but reach out, Hope.”

“I…”

“No. Modern twenty second technology might be at a loss for you, but pick up the telephone or the radio, or the holovids! Answer your damn mail, and stop isolating, you’re worse than Klaus about that.”

“I’ll… try,” she offered.

“Good, go be with your girl, I need… I need some time,” Marcel said. “I’ll call you tonight.”

“I’ll pick up.”

“You’d better,” he warned. She smiled tightly as she kissed his cheek and walked away. She saw Lizzie waiting against the car, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. The Heretic was Hope’s only true companion; especially after they had broken their sire bond, but Lizzie was also her most dangerous adversary when crossed.

“Hey,” she said meekly as she approached the tall blonde. Lizzie turned her piercing blue eyes on Hope and frowned a little.

“I know they were buried, but… are you holding up okay?” Lizzie asked.

“I’m… fine, I think, I will be,” Hope sighed as she came to stand beside Lizzie.

“Good.”

“I… I never thanked you for… Always and Forever,” Hope stammered.

“You’re my sister, more so than Josie ever was,” Lizzie admitted softly.

“Have you heard from Josie?”

“No,” Lizzie admitted. The other Heretic, Josie, was their greatest threat to life and living, Josie had been furious with them since they had turned her to save her a hundred and twenty years ago. And since then, Josie had been in league with Chloe seeking a way to kill them.

“We’ll find them, Kaleb and Chloe can’t hide for forever, and Josie isn’t patient.”

“I just…” Lizzie sighed and waved her hand before they got into their car. The hover cars were some of the best innovations of the twenty-second century in Hope’s opinion, though she still liked horses.

“We’ll either see her and get her to understand, or we’ll die trying.”

“She’s such a selfish brat!”

[thenameofthedevil]

introductions

long post, will be updated

(Wasnt made but his faceclaim is on there and lazy we are)

Name: Ash

Age: 17

Pronouns: He/They (Non-binary)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Human

Role: Co-Host

Source: N/A

Status: Single

Sign offs: -🐨 , -Ash, -Ashes🐨

Name: Awassi or Stolas

Age: N/A

gender: N/A

Pronouns: he/they/it

Sexuality: pansexual aegosexual

species: mythological creature

roles: faitive + persecutor

Cisids: cisgr00med, cisr8ped (more, were lazy)

transids: transharmed (more)

Status: Single

Sign offs: -🐑 , -Awassi

warnings: N/A

kinks/paras/fetishes: N/A

Name: Cooper / Coop

Age: 40

Gender: Cisgender male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Human

Roles: Caregiver / Fictive

Source: Trap

Status: very much seeing a wonderful person. [host]

Sign off: -Coop , -Butcher, -Coop_thebutcher🔪 , -🥩⛓️ , -🔪🥩

Warnings: hes a warning on every level

Kink/Fetish/Para: Pedophile, Sadist

Name: Damon, handsome (jk)

Age: 178 (looks around 25)

Pronouns: he/they (cis)

sexuality: bisexual

species: vampire

role: fictive

Source: TVD

cisids: cisblackhair, cisvampire, cisparaphile, cisBPD, cisproblematic, cisstalker, cisNPD, cisObsessive

transids: transharmed, transdepression, transgodcomplex, transpersecutor, transharmful, transbully, permaloved, transfp

status: single (with a sexual friendship on the side)

tells for fronting: smiles a lot, big ego, selfish, flirts a lot,

Sign off: -D , -🦇 , -Damon🦇

Warnings: none

kink/fetish/para: open to anything

<face redacted>

name: Dylan

Age: 18

gender: male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual (women>>>>>>>>>>)

Species: human

role: persecutor and <redacted>

source: <redacted>

Cisids: <redacted>, ciswhite, cisjewish, cischristian, cisharmful, cisparaphile, cistoxic, cisdepression, cisED, cisparanoia, cisanxiety, cisbullied, cisSH (probs more)

transids: transharmed, transowned, transdarkerscars, transbipolar, transcontrolled, permavictim

Status: Taken x2 [Jeff (outsys) and <REDACTED> (insys)]

Tells for fronting: usually calm unless with val, might be rude and manipulative

sign off: -Dyl , -💣⛓️

Warnings: messed up dude w messed up morals

Name: Elijah Mikaelson. Age: 1050years old. Gender: Cisgender Man. Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual, Ambiamorous, Cannuzic attraction

Species: Original Vampire

Role: Emotional protector

Source: The originals and The Vampire Diaries

CisIds: cisvampire, cisimmortal, cispowerful, cisharmful, cisstalker, cisemotionless(mainly), cisfictive, cisanxiety, cis(former)witch

TransIds: PermaManipuLove, TransDPD, Fictatorship, transloved (yandere way)

Status: Throuple with my brother and our boyfriend and sexual friendship (insys) maybe liking someone else (outsys)

Sign off: -Lijah , -E , -EM , -Elijah , 🥀🩸, -Elijah🩸

kink/fetish/para: many

Name~ Valentino, <redacted> , Val, Ty, Tino

Age~ Chrono 19, transage 43

Gender~ Male

Pronouns~ He/She

Sexuality~ PanGay Polyamorous

Species~ dont you wish to know

role~ Malicitator + Persecutor

Status~ Taken<3 (My baby girl cece)

Sign off~ -E , -Val

Warnings: shitty being with shitty morals

kink/fetish/para: DDLG, Faucest, pedophile, necrophile, sadist, blood, knives, guns, death, abuse, more

<redacted pic>

name: Jeffrey

Age: 38

pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Status: single

sign offs: -Lio , -Jeff, -🥩

Name: victor, mr zsasz, zsasz

age: 25-30

gender: cis

pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: pan polyam

Species: human

role: protector and fictive

source: gotham

cisids: cisassassin, cisharmful, cisharmed, cisBald, cisBPD, ciskiller, cisscars

Transids: transdarkerscars, transNPD, transowned, transloved, transcannibal, transcannibalized, transpopular, transbullied, transbully

status: Single

sign off: -Vic

Name^ Klaus Mikaelson

Age^ 1035 years old

Gender^ Cisgender

Pronouns^ He/It

Sexuality^ Pansexual Polyamorous

Species^ Hybrid (vampire+werewolf)

Role^ persecutor, malicitator, caregiver, host

Source^ TO and TVD

cisIds^ cisvampire, cishybrid, ciswerewolf, cisharmful, cisblonde, cisimmortal, cisfictive, cisbrowneyes, cisobsessed, cisBPD, cisAbandonmentissues

TransIDS^ rottingmeatscentic, transforcedpetdog, permarude, permacollar (maybe more?)

Status^ Taken [ my amazing brother Elijah and my wonderful partner Princess/Lulu❤️]

Sign off: -Kl , -Klaus , -Klaus🐺 , -Nik , -🐺

Kink/fetish/para: so many god

<Redacted pic>

name: [REDACTED]

age: 30-34

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: achillean

species: human

status: Taken [dylan]

sign off: -J , -[red

[auroracalisto]

she will be loved, part five

summary: hayley arrives with a witch to help, while [your name]’s visions take a turn for the worse.

pairing: dad! elijah mikaelson x child! female! reader

word count: 1.1k words

warnings: mentions of death, canon divergence, hayley is pregnant but timeline is all screwed bc i said so, visions, prophetic shit i guess

a/n: :D also... just putting this out there....... why is description so difficult?  like everything i write seems almost like a script or some shit.  i need to work on my description big time

she will be loved masterlist

“Hello?  Hayley?” 

Hayley was quiet on the opposite line, a frown deep in her soft features.  What was he doing, calling her?  

Klaus cleared his throat, but she stayed quiet.

“I was hoping you would know of someone who could help us.  We need a witch.  One that deals with visions.”

Hayley closed her eyes, sighing softly.  “Why?”

Klaus blinked slowly, his jaw clenching in frustration.

“Klaus, I’m not going to help you unless you give me a reason.”

“I shouldn’t have to give you a reason,” he sneered, anger slithering up his spine as if a snake had replaced what nerves he had left.

“Alright, then,” Hayley rolled her eyes.  “Have fun finding a witch.”

Hayley pulled the phone away from her ear, prepared to hang up when she heard Klaus yell her name through the receiver. 

“Wait,” he said, his voice constrained for the time being.  “There is… a problem we’ve been having.  A child,” he said.

Hayley stayed quiet, her hand hovering over her own stomach.

“She’s been having visions.  Prophetic visions.  We… are hoping to find someone who can help her.”

Hayley cleared her throat, pursing her lips soon after.  “Okay,” she said.  “You’re still in Mystic Falls, right?  I’ll… see what I can do.”

“Come too,” Klaus said.  “We do not need a witch on our grounds when we’ve no idea who they are.”

“I’ll be there,” she said, before hanging up the phone.  She knew exactly who to call.

—

Time went by slower that week than it had in some time.  The witch Elijah had called had no idea how to help little [Your name].  She left almost as soon as she had arrived, claiming that some other forces were in control of the child.  

Elijah was tempted to find her and rip her a new one—how dare she give up when she hadn’t even begun to help?

It was on a night that Elijah had just laid [Your name] to sleep when a knock came from the front door.  No one else had been home.  Klaus and Kol were out at the Grill, and Rebekah was at the high school with the prom committee.  It was just him and his little girl.  He sighed softly and left his daughter’s room, promptly answering the front door.  

“Hello?” he greeted as he opened it, his eyes growing wide at the sight of a pregnant Hayley Marshall.  Beside of her stood a fiery redhead, who he could only assume was a witch—he could practically smell the magic drifting off of her.  

Elijah looked down at her belly before looking back up at Hayley in shock.  “Hayley…”

The brunette gave him a soft smile.  “Hi, Elijah.  Is Klaus here?  He was asking for a witch.  I brought him one.  I need to talk to him, too.”

“No,” Elijah frowned.  “But, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.  Who are you?” he turned to look at the redhead.  

She smiled, revealing a set of almost perfect teeth.  “Penelope.”

“And what are you here for?” Elijah raised an eyebrow.  

“Uh,” Penelope looked over at Hayley for help.

“Again,” Hayley rolled her eyes.  “Klaus asked for my help.  I brought him a witch that knows about visions and stuff like that.”

Elijah’s eyes widened.  “Oh,” he breathlessly said, looking between Hayley and Penelope.  A part of him wondered if he should wait for his siblings to return… but he knew that whatever he could do for his daughter would be beneficial in the long run.  

“Come in,” Elijah said, moving out of the doorway.  

Hayley and Penelope came inside.  The former kept a hand over her belly while the latter looked around the house in utter amazement. 

“This is gonna sound stupid, but I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place this big,” Penelope whisper-yelled to the woman standing beside her. 

Hayley rolled her eyes, but it was a playful gesture.  She just smiled at her friend.  

“So,” Penelope soon said, turning to face Elijah.  “What can I do to help?”

Elijah led the women up to his daughter’s bedroom.  However, he did not go inside, opting to instead explain what was going on, first.

“I adopted her about… well, nearly a year and a half now,” he said.  “She has always been susceptible to dreams of all sorts.  Lands filled with candies, snow during the summer, her favorite characters becoming her friends.  But she has also had… visions.  What we now know to be precognition,” Elijah frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke.  

Penelope clung to his every word.

“She is terrified.  She has seen my brother die.  She witnessed a girl with something that my brother and sister have been searching everywhere for.  [Your name] has never once heard them talking about it.”

Penelope tilted her head.  “What is it you are wanting me to do?” she asked.

“Can you get rid of it?  Take her power away?  Allow her to be a normal child, with normal dreams?” Elijah asked, staring her down.

Penelope looked from Elijah to Hayley, frowning.  “I’m not sure.  But I will see what I can do,” Penelope said, patting the satchel at her side.  “My mother’s grimoire has a lot of info about visions,” she said.  “I’m sure I’ll be able to do something to help.”

Elijah gave a small not, uncertainty getting the best of him.  Would she be able to help?  What if there was nothing they could do for his little girl?

The original vampire would have led them somewhere else, a guest room perhaps, had it not been for the little girl now standing at her opened door.  

“Daddy?” [Your name] quickly spoke, tears springing in her big eyes.  

Elijah wasn’t human, but his non-beating heart sprung to his throat in an instant.  He bent down to her height and held out his arms to the child.  [Your name] ran to them, hugging onto the man.  

“What’s the matter?” Elijah softly asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.  

“I had another dream,” she said, trembling in his arms. 

“About what, my love?”

“I don’t know,” she let out a soft sob, roughly wiping her eyes to try and stop her tears.  

Elijah quickly grabbed her hands, stopping her.  He couldn’t bear the thought of her getting hurt by her own hands.  

“[Your name], look at me,” he frowned.  “You’re alright.  You are safe,” he said.  “Nothing can get to you here.  I will always protect you.”

“Always?” she looked up at him with wide eyes.  Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke.

“Always,” he nodded.

She sniffled softly, looking at his hands that were now holding hers.  [Your name] took in a deep breath, her eyes soon wandering up to his.  “I saw you, daddy,” she said. 

Elijah frowned.  “What did you see?”

“I saw you…”

He furrowed his brows, confused.  

“You were dead, daddy.”

[asvterias]

𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖮𝗋 𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 ~ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Warnings: Minor Angst & Character Death

Pairings: Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Bennett!Heretic Reader

Summary: Whilst dating the youngest original, the bennett witch and blonde Mikaelson run into trials throughout their relationship. Could it break when davina’s life is on the line?

Word Count: 1,232

you couldn't believe this, davina was willingly going to get herself killed. storming into the mikaelson manor with marcel by your side, you both were beyond furious, ready to kill anyone who comes into your sight. now being in the mikaelsons presence they all looked at you.

“ah, [name]. marcel, great you're here.” klaus spoke in a rather calm tone. he probably seemed to miss how fast your heartbeat was going.

raising your hand towards him, he fell on his knees in pain, everyone's else eyes were on you now. “she's just a child.” you pleaded with the original hybrid. you turned to look at rebekah, regret was filling her body and the guilt was all in her eyes. “rebekah, you didn't tell me. how could you?” your voice asked filled with betrayal but rebekah just remained silent.

The blonde was too mad at herself right now, she couldn't even look you in the face for god's sake. your relationship was on the rocks ever since klaus found out and this argument might have been the tip of the iceberg. rebekah spoke up, “[name], maybe it will be good for her.”

“how will it be good, bekah? vina is just a child, she doesn't deserve this.” you protested to your blonde girlfriend unaware that elijah and kol was sneaking up behind you. “she's already lost so much. her dad is god knows where, her mom was killed right in fr—“ two sharp snaps and that was all it took.

the sound ringing around the room, yours and marcel's neck was the source of the noise as you both fell unconscious as elijah grabbed you before you could hit the ground. meanwhile, kol just let marcel's body fall to the ground. rebekah flinched at the sound of the neck snapping, knowing that she didn't have the courage to do it herself.

davina walks out from her hiding spot wearily with a few tears streaming out of her eyes. the blonde pulled the harvest witch in for a comforting hug and luckily davina accepted the hug this time. staring down at yours and marcel's unconscious bodies really had her thinking.

did she really make the right choice? was she selfish for not telling you and marcel what her plan was after all. what if she doesn't come back at all, than she'd know that she really fucked up.

“rebekah.” davina looked up at the blonde, as they walked to the witches ritual. rebekah hummed looking at the teenage witch. “if i die, promise me that you'll take care of [name] and marcel. let them know that i love them and they were the closest people that i had to a family.” davina sniffled, wiping a stray tear away with the bottom of her sleeve.

rebekah couldn't help but feel sorry for the young witch. now, rebekah really hope that davina has what it takes to get on the elder witches good graces.

“i promise you, davina.” rebekah replied. they both stayed in silence on the rest of the way.

waking up to hearing commotion, you shuffled in the mattress which supported you with comfort. your inaudible noise caught on to rebekah's ears and within a second, she was by your side. “no! where is [name]? she deserves to know what happened to davina?” marcel's voice shouted by downstairs. you looked at rebekah, who failed to meet eye-contact with you.

“what happened to d, rebekah?” you strained yourself to ask, afraid of the answer. hearing sniffling instead of words, rebekah finally turned her head to you. your face dropped, her eyes were completely red from the crying.

“i'm so sorry, darling. davina did the harvest ritual but she didn't survive.” you could literally feel your heart breaking. davina was just a kid, she deserved a better life than this. your body became numb as rebekah pulled you into a hug, the tears coming to your eyes.

you wanted to let it out but you have a ugly crying face but knowing that your girlfriend wouldn't judge you. “let it all out, darling.” rebekah soothed. you made no hesitation, letting it all out, the ugly sobs, the chocking on the sobs. you just had to let it all, it's better than keeping all the tears bottled up.

you only felt anger and sad, as of right now. you could've pulled away from the hug and overreact and blame rebekah and her brothers. they did snap your neck and you could stopped the ritual but what difference could it have made. davina would have been probably still be dead if you were or weren't there.

i mean if you think about, rebekah tried to help you a bit, she couldn't have seen your face when davina didn't wake up. i guess it was better to hear about the death of the brunette than to witness the death of the young witch. rebekah placed a soft kiss on your temple as it only soothed yourself a bit, her forehead kisses were legendary.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing marcel who seemed to be crying too. realization clicked in your head, you did a protection spell on her, paranoid that someone might have betrayed you. guess paranoia and anxiety can come in handy sometimes. “wait, i did a protection spell on her.” you broke away from the hug, looking at the vampires in the room.

you quickly got up off the bed, and walked to your drawer, revealing your grimoire. opening the book to the page you left a bookmark in, “the spell worked.” you noticed. marcel shoke his head, “[name], your spell didn't work. vina is dead.”

“no, i did this spell for my cousin bonnie back in mystic falls. her finance enzo is alive and breathing because of it.” you said, hopefully that the spell would work for davina. but it only couldn't be a small chance of it happening again.

the protection spell almost took you out for how strong it was. sitting back on the bed, rebekah places her hand on your lower back as you showed the rest of the vampires the spell. marcel's and kol's frown transformed into a huge grin before speeding out of the room, probably off to find davina.

“thank god, that you're okay.” you gasped as you pulled davina into a comforting hug. after, marcel and kol found her, she was still well technically murdered; from where her throat was slitted.

when she reached the mikaelson manor, she got cleaned up and dressed into clean clothes. davina smiled and returned the hug, “i'm so sorry, [name]. i should've warned you or ma—“ you interrupted her, waving your head as a dismissal.

“it's okay, you're here. alive and well and that's all that's matters to me.” you felt arms wrap themselves around your body as you took in the familiar perfume.

rebekah placed her chin on your shoulder as her blonde hair tickled your back. “it's great that you're alive, davina. my darling, would've lost her mind.” rebekah warmly smiled at the brunette witch.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[bellemorte180]

YOU WERE TAKING CHRISTMAS PROMPTS AND I DIDNT KNOW 😭😭.

Did you announce it in the chat??? I dont think you did I just checked but YEAH GIRL WTF NOT COOL. I don't open tumblr for one day and I miss THIS [smacks you with my santa cap]

Are you still taking prompts?? please tell me you are, I d c if you aren't I'm playing the Wife Card YOU CAN'T SAY NO TO THY WIFE.

please gimme 🤲Caroline trying to force Hybrid Klaus into taking part in any dumb but cute Christmas Tradition of your choice Also Bonus points if they end up snuggling and Klaus is being a cuddle monster.

love you <3

“This is ridiculous.” Klaus muttered as he was dressed in the plethora of velvet red. The white beard was in his hand and suddenly he was regretting agreeing to do this in the first place. He knew why, seeing a baby vampire that he loved on her knees, peering up at him with his cock in her mouth would get him to agree to just about anything.

But playing Santa?

“It will be fun!” Caroline cried, coming out from the bathroom dressed as an elf, covered in green and red. Her hair hung loose around her face and a hat perched on her head. Her shoes had bells on them that jingled as she walked. “And it is for a good cause!  It will help the orphans that you caused by going on that rampage last month.”

“The witches were plotting against me!” Klaus defended, tired of having to argue the point over and over again. It was bad enough that Elijah lectured him when he returned home covered in blood. It was a type of red that he did not mind being covered in. He would much rather be covered in entrails than even consider wearing this red suit ever again.

“Someone is always plotting against you.” Caroline told him, causing him to groan. She was not wrong. Klaus knew that at some point, someone was going to try and come after him, which was in truth, very annoying. Especially since Caroline showed up on his doorstep fifty years ago and his enemies thought that she could be used as a pawn. Jokes on them though, because one kidnapping attempt had an entire warehouse filled with the corpses of the werewolf pack that attempted to harm her

And that was before he located her.

“I am the-”

“Almighty hybrid. People shake in fear at the sound of your name and yada yada yada. I know.” Caroline rolled her eyes, practically prancing towards him, the sound of bells following her. She peered down at him with that wide smile that mingled with an annoyed expression on her face. “Please. Just this once try and not be yourself. Put the beard on, spend a few hours making kids smile and then we can come home. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You better.” Klaus grumbled, reaching for her and pulling her down on his lap. Caroline went willingly, laughing hysterically as she went. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on his chest. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her ridiculous hat. “We are not leaving  the bed tomorrow, at all. My siblings can postpone Christmas for a day because if I am going to put on this stupid suit and be around little demons all day-”

“Children Klaus. They are called children.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really.” Caroline laughed and pulled away to stand but Klaus pulled her back down onto his lap. “Holding me here is not going to prevent this.” Her response only made Klaus hold her tighter, smirking at her as though he accepted a challenge. “No. No. No. We are NOT doing that right now. Get up. Let's go and I promise to reenact what I did that got you to agree in the first place.” The memory of the swirl of her tongue and the small nips of her teeth against his penis had him loosening his arms. With a wide smile, Caroline gave his lips a small peck. “Thank you. Now, let's go Santa.”

[realityescapee01]

For research purposes (part 1)

Klaus x Stiles.

has some nsfw. smut.

Where Klaus was left alone as his family's souls were inside the blue jewel necklace. Where he escaped New Orleans and came to collect the debt of Deaton's lineage; to help him bring back his brother and sister.

He told himself that he's just in Beacon Hills to make Deaton help him get his family back. And not to intervene with problems there.

But a certain brown-eyed teen made that impossible. No matter how he wanted nothing to do about it, he can't help saving that pale-skinned, skinny, defenseless teen named Mieczyslaw.

"Wo-woah!!!" -Stiles and Scott stepped away as Deaton hauled in 2 coffins.

"D-Deaton? What the fuck?!?" -Stiles holding onto his bat.

"That won't do much, Stiles. Scott, could you please help me get these to the back room?"

As hesitant as he was, Scott did help. Aside from the coffins. There were other stuffs to; candles, roots, dried plants, grass, flowers, stakes...

"A-Are they... vampires?" -Stiles holding up the stakes.

"Yes. Before everything else. Let me explain the situation."

Deaton started to explain that these are not just ordinary vampires. They were the first ones. The originals. He then opened the coffins, stating that they are Elijah and Rebekah Mikaelson. They were poisoned and a cure is needed to be made. Their souls are witched into a blue jeweled necklace. He then held up the necklace and hang it over Elijah's open coffin. He is to make a cure for the bodies, before transferring the souls back.

"That sounded so dangerous. Can't you just decline?" -Stiles staring at the bodies of the originals.

"I cannot decline."

His family had a debt to the Mikaelson family. And now a member is collecting on that debt now. The hybrid: Niklaus Mikaelson.

Deaton had warned them to not do anything stupid and let him handle this. That they should make sure to relay the information to the other pack members.

"How long is he gonna stay here?" -Scott

"It will all depend on when he gets all the materials we need. Don't worry, Scott. I'm sure he will not cause trouble, with the resurrection of his family on the line. If ever, he would be on our side. And that, would be very convenient for us."

Then they heard a car pull over the front of the clinic. Deaton swallowed and took a deep breath.

"He's here."

Deaton and the 2 teens looked at each other and nodded. They headed to the front door and saw Niklaus standing outside the door. He has blood all over him.

"Hello, Deaton."

"Good evening, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Oh, please. Just call me Klaus. Well, aren't you gonna invite me in?"

"Sorry. Of course, come in."

"Do pardon my bloody look. I had to do a little more 'convincing' to get this venom we need." -Klaus dangled the vial from a werewolf family line needed to make the cure.

Deaton handed Klaus a wet towel to clean the blood off.

Scott was observing the hybrid all the while. He could sense the strength coming from him. But the vampire side made it hard to catch a scent from Klaus. Scott is the alpha of Beacon Hills but in the presence of Klaus, he could tell that his status means nothing. He was weary but he trusts Deaton has this under control.

Stiles, on the other hand, was in complete worry and confusion. He can say that Klaus is someone not to mess with. This one is the big bad wolf. But also hot as hell... what's up with the accent? the voice? and yes, he is bi. He is sure about himself now.

Scott just blinked and before he knows it, Klaus was standing infront of him and Stiles, reading their school IDs.

"Scott McCall... Alpha, nice to meet you." -Klaus looked at Scott as he let his ID go.

"And... Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Nice to meet you." -Klaus also looked at Stiles as he let the ID go.

"H-Hello. Wow, that's the first time someone said my name right. On the first try too." -Stiles stared at Klaus's eyes.

Klaus smiled at him. "Are you sure you should be looking into my eyes, love?"

"Oh! Uhm..." -Stiles looked away. He read about this in books. Vampires can compell you, staring into your eyes.

Klaus chuckled. "Don't worry. I gave my word to not hurt any of you."

"That would be very much appreciated, Klaus." -Deaton came back from the back room.

Klaus stepped away from Stiles.

"I believe we need only 2 family venom."

"Yes, tomorrow I will get the one. And the last one we'll just get from a Hale... I supposed I deserve to get a drink." -Klaus stared at Scott.

"Scott, show him around. Take him to the bar downtown." -Deaton whispering to Scott.

"But what if he bites someone?"

"It's okay. He won't kill them. He gave his word."

"What?!? I should just let him bite someone???"

"Yes... rather than piss him off and wage a war against him and his family."

"... Okay."

---

Scott and Stiles rode with Klaus in his car to the bar downtown. On the ride there, Klaus took the opportunity to gather information about Beacon Hills, it might come in handy some time.

"So, you were bitten, not born into this?"

"Yes. Peter Hale was the one that made me."

"Hale... I've known their ancestors. Pretty interesting werewolf kind. Being able to half transform at will."

Klaus said as he glanced at the brown-eyed boy sitting at the back. He intrigued him. The boy has this something about him that makes you wanna protect him and save him all the time.

"How about you, Mieczyslaw? Do you have certain powers, love?"

Stiles has his mouth a bit agape. He was just listening to Klaus's voice and accent. Loving the sound of his name in it.

"Oh, just call me Stiles. Yeah, Stiles please. I'm not used to being called Mieczyslaw."

"But the meaning of your name is beautiful and rhymes with love too."

"I-I, well, I prefer Stiles." -Stiles insisted and thought: 'Why am I sweating? Why am I blushing? Ohmygod!'

"Alright then... Stiles."

"Yes... uhm no I'm just human. No powers." -Stiles said, very animatedly with his face and hands. Taking note on how 'Stiles' sounds like when Klaus was pronouncing it. He loves the hybrid's voice and accent. A new discovery about himself, he never thought he's such an accent guy. If he could, he would record Klaus talking and listen to him talk all night.

They arrived at the bar and were stopped by the entrance. Stiles presented the bouncer with their fake IDs. Scott went to the bar as Stiles looked for a table with Klaus.

Stiles could see the ladies and some guys stare at Klaus as they pass by. He can't blame them. The guy is beautiful. He found an open booth at the far end.

"Uhm, I hope you're okay here, Klaus. This is the only available booth."

"It's okay, love." -Klaus slid into the seat.

Stiles was to sit on the opposite of Klaus when

"Come sit beside me, Stiles."

"Uh-I-"

"I won't hurt you, love."

"Well... okay." -Stiles did, only to not make Klaus angry and possibly rage out on a vampire drinking spree or something.

Klaus stared at Stiles. He noticed the teen's cheek is littered with moles. He traced them with his fingertips, down to Stiles's neck.

Stiles shuddered at the touch. "K-Klaus..."

Klaus did not stop touching his neck, his fingertips now dipping lower to the collarbone, tugging away the collar of his shirt.

Stiles looked at Klaus, his cheeks fully flushed. He did not moved away though his brain knew he should've but his body said otherwise. The fingertips felt... good on his skin. And the heat in his pants wasn't helping at all.

Klaus smiled at him and leaned into his neck. Stiles held his breath when he felt a tongue flick at his skin.

'Shit fuck ohmygod!' -Stiles closed his eyes.

Klaus could hear the thumping of Stiles's heart. He could see the pulse on his neck quickening. So... inviting.

"Have you been bit by a vampire before, Stiles?" -Klaus breathed on his ears.

"N-No."

"Would you like to try?"

'Ohmygod! Scott, where the fuck are you?!?'

As if on cue, Scott arrived with a waiter serving their drinks. Klaus moved away from Stiles's neck and straightened on his seat. Stiles puckered his lips and slid closer to the table. He placed his elbows on the table as he quickly took his drink and started downing it.

"H-Hey, Stiles, dude slow down." -Scott.

Klaus laughed as he took his own drink.

'I can't calm down, Scott!' -Stiles thought again. He's very confused. What happened was scary as shit. But also hot as hell. Having Klaus so near and whispering in his ears. Hot damn! He poured himself another shot and drunk it.

'Hmnn, shit!' -Stiles felt his thigh brush against Klaus's thigh.

"Are you okay, love?" -Klaus asked Stiles, teasingly. He knows what the teen was feeling right now. Stiles had slid forward to the table, hiding his lower half under the table.

"Ahh, yeah. I just... well, I just wanna drink real bad." -Stiles lied with a twitch in his pants.

The alcohol, Klaus, and his arousal was making Stiles very disoriented.

"Oh, shit! Stiles, look!" -Scott tapping his arm.

"What?!?"

"A Kanima!"

Stiles whipped his head to look at where Scott was pointing at. Sure enough, the Kanima they've been looking for. Scott jumped to action. He stood and approached the Kanima. Stiles took another drink and followed Scott. Klaus just watched them deal with the situation.

Scott dragged the Kanima to the backdoor as discreetly as he can. And fought with it outside. Stiles followed them, mountain ash in hand. Scott was trying to set the kanima up for capture as it jumped through him, claws first towards Stiles.

"Oh shit!" -Stiles ducked.

"I got you, love." -Klaus came to his rescue. Holding the kanima by the neck.

"K-Klaus... watch out for the tail!" -Stiles warned.

Klaus caught the tail with his other hand. "Thank you, love." -Klaus winked at him.

"Stiles! The mountain ash!"

Stiles quickly got up and made a circle with the mountain ash. Signaling Klaus to throw the creature in there.

"T-Thanks for saving me, Klaus."

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Stiles."

---

They returned to Deaton's with the captured kanima. They will deal with it tomorrow. Scott and Stiles bid goodnight and headed home. Scott drove off in his motorcycle. Stiles was left behind as his jeep did not want to start again.

"Having troubles?" -Klaus walked up to him.

"Uh-yeah." -Stiles gave up on the jeep. It needed towing.

"I'll give you a ride home."

"Alright."

On the ride home, Stiles was awfully quiet. He was never quiet. His house is not far but it felt like it's a hundred miles away. He thought of his situation: being driven home by a hot half vampire half werewolf who offered to bite him a while ago only to save him after.

"Uhm... hey, Klaus. I just wanna know... werewolves turn by bite, do vampires turn by bite too?"

"No. One will only turn if they die with a vampire's blood in their system. A vampire biting you won't turn you."

"How long will a vampire's blood stay in your system?"

"It depends how much you drink. A few drop, about 3 days."

"So... you gotta stay alive until it disappears from your system to avoid turning?"

"Yes. Now that you know you won't turn from a vampire bite, are you reconsidering my offered bite?"

"Oh, no! No."

Klaus laughed.

They arrived at Stiles's house. Klaus walked him up to his front door. Stiles was a curious person, very curious, even on dangerous situations. He just thought. He has seen werewolf faces. He wants to see a vampire face.

Before opening the door, Stiles asked.

"Uhm, Klaus... I'm just... I wanted to see what a vampire's face look like. For research purposes."

Klaus was taken aback by the request.

"I would show you, love. But outside here doesn't seem to be a good place."

"O-Oh, yeah. Come in." -Stiles invited Klaus as he opened the front door.

He looked back at Klaus who had that crooked smile on him. Then Stiles just realized.

'Oh shit! I just gave a vampire the invitation to come in the house! Oh well.'

He watched Klaus step in and take his coat off, hanging it by the door. Stiles stared at Klaus in his red henley that clang nicely to his chest. The sleeves nicely pushed up to the elbows, showing a toned arm. Bracelet adorned his wrists and a ring on his beautiful fingers. Klaus walked closer to Stiles, his lips close to the teen's ear again. Klaus's hand found his cheek again, thumb caressing it. Stiles swallowed, the feeling from the bar came back. Klaus tracing his moles again with his fingertips, down to his neck again.

"You wanna do it here in the hallway?"

"H-Huh?!?" -Stiles's mind was in a mush of hormones. Do what? In the hallway?

"Show you my vampire face?"

Oh! That! Yeah he did ask. "Oh, yeah. I-It's okay to do it here. The face, I mean." Stiles stepped a away a little.

Klaus looked down and when he looked up at Stiles.

"Watch carefully, Stiles. For your research purposes."

(source: google | camillaamendess)

His irises slowly changed into a golden color, his sclera darkening, black veins appearing around his eyes. His fangs showed as he smiled at Stiles. Klaus just stared at Stiles. Waiting for his reaction.

"Oh shit! W-Whow." -Stiles found himself amazed. "Cool!"

Klaus snickered at how Stiles was enjoying his true face. "You're interesting, Stiles." Klaus stated then turned his face back to normal.

"That was really cool!"

"Is there something else you want to see?" -Klaus asked rather suggestively.

"Oh-uhm, I'm good. Thanks."

"Alright. I have a long day ahead tomorrow." -Klaus took his coat and prepared to leave. "Sweet dreams, love."

"Y-Yeah. You too. Thanks again."

---

"Dude! Like seriously, it was so cool!"

Stiles immediately told Scott about Klaus's vampire face the next school day. But after all that Stiles's said, Scott could only focus on:

"You invited him in?!? Your house?!?"

"Y-Yeah, well... I know it was stupid."

"It's dangerous! Deaton specifically told us not to invite him in our houses."

"I was curious and excited, I made a mistake. He won't hurt me anyway."

All through out the school day, Stiles kept thinking about Klaus. How he exudes danger and attractiveness. And that sexy voice and accent. He wants to hear it again.

To Stiles's disappointment, Klaus was not in Deaton's clinic when they dropped by at the end of school hours.

"Hey, Deaton. Where's Klaus?"

"He's out looking for a werewolf pack north of here. For their venom."

"Did he say when he'll come back?"

"No... Stiles... you are treading on dangerous grounds."

"W-What?" -Stiles acting innocent.

"You are attracted to Klaus."

"H-Hey! I am not."

"Yes, you are." -Scott seconded. "I could sense it."

Stiles thought Klaus, being half werewolf, could just mean he also senses it.

"Damn! Okay okay. Fine. I find him extremely gorgeous and sexy."

"Stiles." -Deaton and Scott said at the same time.

"Stop. Don't give me the speech. I'm not gonna act on it okay. Besides, he's just here for a week or so."

Klaus did not return that day. Much to Stiles's dismay. Flopped onto his bed and touched his cheek and neck the way Klaus did. His fingers lingering on the spot Klaus licked. He went to sleep in hopes that the hybrid would be back tomorrow.

---

"Stiles!" -Scott ran to him. One of another kanima was on Stiles, hitting him down.

Scott wrestled the creature off of Stiles and stuck his claws on its belly, knocking it out. There have been alot of kanimas lately.

"Stiles! Are you okay?" -Scot checked him over.

Stiles had a bruise on his cheekbone and a wound on his lip. "I'm fine. Let's go."

They brought to the kanima to Deaton to have the spirit expelled back to nature. Scott went ahead and Stiles was left behind having his wound patched up by Deaton.

"Klaus hasn't come back yet?"

"No, Stiles." -Deaton said as he gave Stiles a roll of gauze for replacement tomorrow.

"Okay... thanks, I'll be going home now."

Deaton watched Stiles walk out with slumped shoulders. He had it bad for Klaus. Deaton exhaled. He couldn't blame the kid. The vampires had a certain charm to them. He only hoped Klaus wouldn't break Stiles's heart.

---

Stiles groaned as he entered his room.

"Hello, love."

Stiles almost jumped at the surprise. Klaus was in his room, sitting at his computer desk.

"K-Klaus! You're back!"

Now it was Klaus's time to get surprised. He raised his eyebrows. He dashed towards Stiles and caressed his cheek once more.

"What happened, Stiles?" -Klaus pertaining to his bruises.

"Oh, I'm okay now, Klaus. Don't worry." -Stiles leaning into Klaus's hand on his cheek.

"Who did this to you?"

"He's taken care of. Besides, when they're kanima, they don't remember what they're doing."

"Oh, love." -Klaus lifted the sleeves of his henley, bit his wrist enough to draw blood and offered it to Stiles. "Sip and you'll heal."

"Oh, uhm, Klaus I'm good." -Stiles declining.

"Come on, love. For your research purposes." -Klaus smiling.

Stiles chuckled. He was seriously considering it. He won't turn anyway.

"Stiles, please. I can't stand to see you hurt." -Klaus begged him. His eyes heavy with concern.

And that does it for Stiles.

"Okay okay, I'll sip."

Stiles took Klaus's wrist up and pressed it to his lips. He closed his eyes when he got the metallic taste in his mouth. He sucked a little more and heard a little moan from Klaus. He sucked again, wanting to hear it again. Klaus gave him another moan. Stiles felt the wound on his lips disappear. He let go of Klaus's wrist and looked at his mirror. He saw his bruise and wound heal.

"Wow. Just wow. Thanks, Klaus."

"You're always welcome, love." -Klaus rubbing his wrist.

Stiles stared at Klaus. There's something so sensual about what just happened. It might sound crazy but it was real to Stiles. It aroused him. Drinking from Klaus and hearing him moan. His head is clouded now. By hormones and attraction to Klaus.

"Klaus... does your offer still stand? You know... the bite." -Stiles felt his cheeks warm up and surely turn red.

"Hmn... it's always on the table, love." -Klaus walked up to Stiles.

"I... would like to take it." -Stiles turning his head a little, offering his neck.

"Alright, love. I'll give it to you."

Klaus grabbed Stiles's hips and pulled him closer to his own hips. Stiles took in a sharp breath.

"Ah-fuck." -Stiles muttered as he felt his erection bump against Klaus's. "Holy sh-"

Stiles was cut off by Klaus's lips on his. A hard kiss. Bruising and hot. Klaus sucking at the bottom lip, where his wound was previously.

"Mnn! Fck!" -Stiles muttered in between kisses. He grabbed onto Klaus's shoulders as he felt the hybrid lift him up and sit him on his desk.

Stiles was taking and letting out deep, quickened breaths. Klaus was trailing kisses down his neck. His erection straining in his pants. Klaus pried Stiles's legs apart and positioned himself in the middle. He pressed his crotch onto Stiles's own.

"Ahhh!" -Stiles's hand slid up to Klaus's hair, gripping at the curly blondes.

"Mnn." -Klaus hummed into Stiles's neck, licking it.

Klaus started grinding against Stiles. Feeling their erections getting harder against each other through their pants. Stiles was lost in the feeling in their crotches when Klaus bit down on his neck. It elicited a strained grunt from him. The feeling of pleasure and stinging pain mixing in him. Making his mind really cloudy. But making him utterly aroused even more.

"Ohhhh, Klaus!"

He could feel Klaus sucking now. His head spinning on the pleasure and pain. He was so high on it that he didn't even noticed Klaus had brought him over to bed, getting undressed and undressing him.

"You're beautiful, Stiles."

Stiles could only answer in moans as he took in the vision of a naked Klaus on top of him. He was broken out of his trance when he felt Klaus violently tear his shirt off.

"Hnn! Shit! I loved that shirt."

"Apologies, love. I'll replace it with one of mine."

"Fine by me." -Stiles accepted, seeing how fine Klaus's wardrobe is.

Klaus leaned back down to his neck, sucking on the wound again. Sending jolts of electricity down Stiles's erection again, making it bob.

"So aroused, love." -Klaus traced the vein on the underside of it.

Stiles moaned on that and bucked his hips. "Do something, please." white hot liquid bidding on his tip already.

Klaus grabbed him and started pumping him. Stiles then grabbed Klaus's neck to get him to kiss his lips. Stiles was so aroused that he came already. Spilling all over Klaus's hand and his own abdomen.

"Shit... sorry." -Stiles felt embarrassed wanted to cover his face.

Klaus caught his hands and kissed them. "Don't apologise, love." Then Klaus started raising his legs to his shoulders.

Stiles held his breath and gripped his sheets. Oh, he knows what's coming next. Klaus used his spill as lube and then pushed into him slowly.

"Ohhmnnn." -Stiles bit his lips. "Fuuuckkk" Stiles threw his head harder back to the pillow.

Klaus smirked, loving how he could pleasure his Stiles to this extent. He knows he can do more, but for the first time, this is enough.

Klaus stopped at the hilt and let Stiles adjust.

"You feel so good, Stiles."

"Ohmygod, it's you who feels so good. You're fcking hot!" -Stiles said, his breathing erratic, his eyes half lidded from lust and pleasure. Hands rubbing Klaus's arms.

"Hold on, love. I'll start... pounding into you. Hard." -Klaus whispered into Stiles's ear.

Stiles moaned at the dirty talking. Pound. Hard. Holy sht. Stiles wrapped his arms around Klaus's back as Klaus pulled almost all the way out and then plunged all the way in again.

'Oh fck this! Pound hard it is!' -was Stiles's last thoughts. He then found himself only knowing and only able to utter the words: oh, ah, mn, fck, and Klaus for moments after that.

He felt himself coming for the second time, clenching around Klaus. Taking the hybrid with him to climax. Klaus leaned down again and bit on his neck again.

"Stiles!" "Klaus!"

Stiles's vision was slowly overcome with white pulsing dots and his hearing deafening for a few seconds, as he kept coming. He's hands limping. Completely exhausted. Klaus pulled out of him and laid beside him. He then felt hot liquid trickle out of him.

"Oh fck Klaus!"

Then he suddenly realized why vampires were super hot. Because they can do whatever in sex, try with whoever because they do not worry about spreading or getting infections, because they absolutely don't. Bare members. No latex, no silicone covers. Deliciously skin to skin.

Klaus pulled him into a cuddle. Stiles totally accepted it. His down to cuddling after the deed. Klaus then pricked his wrist, offering his blood to Stiles.

"For this wound." -Klaus touched Stiles's neck bite.

"Oh, yeah." -Stiles accepted, taking a few sips.

---

Klaus was lazing, combing Stiles's hair with his fingers, as Stiles rests his head on his chest.

"I must go, love."

"What? Why?"

"I need to get that to Deaton." -Klaus pointing at the vial of werewolf venom.

"Oh, yeah right. You have to make a cure... but... can it wait tomorrow?" -Stiles really not wanting Klaus to go.

"Sorry, love. I also am to meet with Peter for the Hale line of venom."

"Hmn... okay." -Stiles slid off Klaus's chest. "But... can you come back later?"

"Hmn..." -Klaus was thinking it over.

Stiles looked at Klaus with his doe-y brown eyes. Klaus couldn't say no to that.

"Alright, love. I'll come back later."

"Yes!"

---

Peter was early over at Deaton's, ready to have his venom extracted.

"Well, that was easy." -Deaton started to extract it.

"This is Niklaus Mikaelson. I'm not that stupid to go against him." -Peter put on the extraction tool. "Where is he by the way?"

"On the way."

"Do forgive my tardiness." -Klaus enters, handing over the vial to Deaton. "I see, you started. Thank you. Peter."

"Anything for the king."

Klaus chuckled "Wherever your nephew is?"

"Derek is... in a heroic spree as of the moment."

"I heard he gave up his alpha powers."

"Yeah. To save his sister Cora."

"Very noble."

Klaus stayed until Peter was extracted of the required venom amount. Talking about supernatural events. Things Beacon Hills went through. People and creatures that paid a visit here.

"Deucalion? Oh bloody hell."

"Yes, real pain in the arse." -Peter threw his hands up.

Klaus just laughed real hard. Pouring himself another shot of scotch.

"But right now, it quieted down a little. Just random kanimas transforming. Scott is handling that one well... oh thank God I'm done." -Peter took out the device from his fangs and started to head out. "It was nice to meet you, king."

"I appreciate this, Peter."

With that, Klaus headed out as well. Deaton informing him that by tomorrow, Elijah and Rebekah would be awake.

When Klaus got back, Stiles was fast asleep. Poor exhausted boy. Klaus laid beside him.

---

Stiles woke up alone, feeling super exhausted. He had missed 2 classes already in his morning. He saw Klaus's letter on the desk.

-Good morning, love. I had to leave early. Elijah and Rebekah are to wake up today. P.S. As promised, replacement for your favorite shirt. I hope you like grey.-

Stiles saw then picked up the grey henley shirt. He was glad Klaus did come back last night. He tried waiting for him to come back, but he was exhausted.

Stiles wore Klaus's shirt to school that day.

"Hey, Stiles. What happened?" -Scott asked him when he stepped into their 3rd class for the day.

"Scott, dude. I was... woke up super late. Sorry."

Scott looked at Stiles's new clothes. And Stiles's goofy grin. His scent, mixed with someone else's. The scent, he recognized... Klaus.

"Stiles! You-Klaus- ohmygod!" -Scott pieced it together.

"Uhm yeah. Scott, yes."

"And your bruises? What happened?" -Scott was looking where the bruises was before.

"Oh, he healed me."

"Healed you? How?"

"Uhm... bydrinkinghisblood." -Stiles said so fast he hoped Scott didn't get it but of course, werewolf hearing.

"WHAT?!? You drunk his blood???" -Scott was in panic.

"Wait wait, calm down!"

Stiles explained about using vampire blood to heal and that it won't make you turn. Etc etc.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Stiles, I don't know. You gotta think this over. Be very careful around Klaus."

---

Rebekah heaved as she sat up in her coffin. She looked around and saw Klaus drinking scotch, and Elijah straightening his suit.

"Good morning, love." -Klaus offered Rebekah a bag of blood. "Sorry, that's all I got right now. But it's AB-."

Rebekah took it and had her fill.

"Good to see you, Deaton. I appreciate you doing right by your family's debt to us." -Elijah said, pouring himself a drink as well.

"We honor our word." -Deaton, offering Rebekah a change of clothes.

"I'm so glad you held up your promise, Nik. I seriously thought you would just leave us in our sleep." -Rebekah

"That hurts me, Rebekah." -Klaus bringing a hand to his chest. "I, as Elijah, keep my words as well. Albeit, very rarely."

"I hope our presence did not cause any trouble, Deaton." -Elijah

"No, none at all. If anything, Klaus was really helpful. Saving a little puppy in the pack quite a few times."

"Oh. That is interesting... care to introduce us to this puppy, Nik?" -Elijah knew immediately that Klaus was smitten by someone. He doesn't stick around, saving people out of whim.

"Soon enough, Elijah. Soon enough." -Klaus said with a smile.

Then Scott and Stiles came trudging in, intrigued to see the other original vampires.

"Well, too soon, I guess." -Klaus said, waving a hand towards Stiles.

"H-Huh?" -Stiles had no clue what was going on.

Elijah looked at Stiles. Doe eyed. Dark hair. Brown eyes. Beautiful.

"I'm Elijah. Nice to meet you...?" -Elijah offered his hand.

"Ah-Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Call me Stiles." -Stiles took Elijah's hand into a handshake.

Stiles has his mouth hanging, staring at Elijah. His perfectly chiseled face. That jaw! Well kept hair and beard. Sporting a suit that fits him perfectly. Definitely couture. And then he looked at Rebekah. Long, blonde hair, full lips, curves... just gorgeous.

"Uh, Klaus? Is your whole family fcking good looking?" -Stiles ogling.

Klaus just let out a sigh. "I have 2 other brothers and a sister."

"I bet, also good-looking?"

Klaus just nodded.

"Oh, do not let Kol know that, Nik." -Rebekah zoomed close to Stiles and stared at him. "Hmn-hn. He's so cute. Looks so innocent."

"Oh, love. He isn't." -Klaus winked.

Stiles blushed hard and "Oh-Okay! Ahh, anyways, uhm, hi! Welcom back to the land of the living, and dead, and undead."

"He's so adorable!" -Rebekah pinched Stiles's red cheeks. "Well. We should get going."

Stiles was knocked hard back to the reality of the situation. He looked at Klaus who was gathering his things. He approached Klaus and held his hand.

"H-Hey. You're leaving, like, right now?" -Stiles's eyes are doing these puppy eyes thing.

"Oh, love. Don't do that to me." -Klaus squeezed his hand.

"I guess we should stay a bit. Until dinner? I would like to say thanks to the pack for being accommodating." -Elijah suggested.

Klaus and Rebekah agreed. Giving Klaus and Stiles a little more time together.

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Scott accepted Elijah's offer of thanks with a lavish dinner. The most expensive steaks and other dishes available in Beacon Hills. Drinks, bottles and cases of the rarest wines and finest liquors.

He let the whole pack attend and meet the originals.

"Intense!" -Mason's jaw dropped looking at the expensive things around him.

Liam and the others were pigging out in the steaks section. Lydia and Kira staring at the vampires.

"Which one is Klaus, Stiles?" -Lydia whispering to Stiles.

"The one with dirty blonde hair, sexy voice and accent." -Stiles proudly said.

"Oh, that one... wow, Stiles, wow!" -Lydia patting his back.

"I know, I know~ Can't believe it myself."

"Could you like... introduce me to the one in the suit?"

"Alright."

Stiles led Lydia towards Elijah and headed for Klaus.

"Hey."

"Hello, love. A drink?" -Klaus offered his glass.

Stiles took it and drank it all. "So uhm... are you... really leaving? After this?"

"Yes. Afraid so." -Klaus took the glass back from Stiles's hand, their fingers brushing past each other.

Stiles took in a deep breath, puckered his lips, and blurted out. "I like you! A lot. Please stay." Stiles said, teary eyed.

"Oh, love." -Klaus sat the glass down on the table and hugged Stiles. "I can't. I do not live here. I do not belong here, Stiles. I'm just a visitor."

"Did you ever liked me?"

"Yes, love. Yes. But I cannot stay. I have to go back home."

"Stay." -Stiles tried his brown, puppy eyes again.

"Love, please. Leaving you is already hard for me. But I have to."

"Just take me with you, then!"

"No, Stiles." -Klaus took Stiles away from everyone else. Holding his hands, he continued: "You are a very brilliant person, my love. You are so young. So much is in store for you. You have so much potential. I want you to live fully. If you are really sure you wanted to be with me, come to me to New Orleans. I'll be waiting for you."

"You better!"

"Oh, I will, however long it takes."

Elijah came calling for Klaus. It's time to leave. Stiles lost it. He hugged Klaus really tight and kissed him.

"Visit me some time?" -Stiles straightening Klaus's jacket.

"I can't promise."

"...Goodbye, Klaus."

"Goodbye, Mieczys-love." -Klaus played on his name.

"Suddenly, I love to be called that!" -Stiles hugged him one last time.

The originals bid their goodbyes to the others and in a flash, disappeared.

-+-+-+ to be continued +-+-+-

A/N: master list here

part 2 posted.

see you in part 2. (estimated posting date: Nov.10,2021. Yes, I am active right now 🙂)

[athenamikaelson]

Hey can u do a Elijah mikaelson x reader where he cheats on her with hayley more than one time and the mikaelson family knew expect kol and davina because she’s their best friend. Reader is hurt and angry and her and Hayley fights Elijah defend Hayley. Reader leaves New Orleans but comes back when kol ask for help. Elijah sees her and he feels guilt and tries to win her back. ( can u make the reader an ex assassin a deadly one two )

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Request- Hey can u do a Elijah mikaelson x reader where he cheats on her with hayley more than one time and the mikaelson family knows expect kol and davina because she’s their best friend. Reader is hurt and angry and her and Hayley fight. Elijah defends Hayley. Reader leaves New Orleans but comes back when Kol asks for help. Elijah sees her and he feels guilt and tries to win her back. ( can u make the reader an ex assassin a deadly one two )

Warnings- Swearing, cheating, bitchy Hayley, angst, reader getting hurt

Word Count- 1711

“You know you have to tell her Elijah. You can’t keep this a secret from Y/n forever. She’s been one of my closest friends for 4 years. I’ve watched you fall in and out of love with y/n, and then you fall for Hayley all in that time. It isn’t fair.” Rebekah says to Elijah as he closes the door to Haley’s room. Elijah turns around and goes to pass Rebekah. Rebekah’s hand grasps onto his arm before he can fully pass her, but is shrugged away by him.

“You don’t think I know that sister. Of course I feel horrible for what I’m doing to Y/n. I’ve loved her for four years.But-”

“But what brother, you say you’ve been in love with her for all these years but you still do this to her. Some man of your word you are.” Rebekah walks to the end of the hallway before turning around. 

“You have until the end of the week, or I tell her myself. And when she finds out Hayley better not be anywhere around because I know not even a hybrid coils stand a fight with Y/n.”

I walk into the living quarters of the Mikaelson compound, Davina and Kol by my side. 

“Well all I’m saying girls is that those shoes definitely don’t match her eyes.” Kol says, throwing his hands into the air. 

“Well thank you love, but she still bought the shoes. Right y/n?.” Davina looks in my direction but is met with a blank stare. “Y/n?”

I shake my head getting me out of my thoughts, “Sorry. Ya. Shoes and all that right.”

“Y/n, are you ok?” Davina and Kol share a look, before returning their eyes to me. I run my hands over my face before facing them again. 

“Have you talked to Elijah lately? It seems like everytime I try to talk to him, he always finds an excuse to leave.” Kol and Davina both shake their heads. 

“Well I’m sure it’s nothing, my dear brother has always been a stick in the mud.” Kol smirks, but quickly stops when he sees my unimpressed face. 

“Well um, here comes my bastard brother, maybe he knows.” I look over to the stairway where Klaus is descending while holding Hope in his arms. 

“Brother have you happened to know what the bloody hell is up Elijah’s ass lately and why he’s treating my best friend like shit?” 

Klaus’s eyes quickly meet mine and flash with what appears to be pity, or regret. But he quickly shakes his head and starts to walk into the kitchen. I’m definitely not dealing with this shit today. 

“Niklaus Mikaelson you best as hell tell me what in the world is going on. I’ve seen the looks from you and Rebekah. The side eyes and the looks of pity. What the hell is going on.” Klaus doesn’t meet my eyes, “Please Nik. It’s killing me.”

“I promised Elijah I wouldn’t tell you. But, I can’t do this to you anymore. Go to his room.”

 Klaus looks towards Elijah’s room. I don’t spare a second before I run up to his room stopping at the door. Standing there for a second I decide if barging in is a bad idea, until I hear giggling from what appears to be a woman. I slam open the door to see Elijah sitting up against his head board holding a woman. His hands brushing through her hair. Something he used to do to me. I make eye contact with Elijah who has stopped touching the other woman, and just stares at me. Not with pity, but with the look of a child who just got scolded by their mother. The woman quickly turns around and faces me. The woman who I would ask Elijah time and time again if he felt anything for her. God, how stupid I was. I saw the looks. Of course out of all the people he had to fuck behind my back, it had to be her. Hayley. 

Elijah goes to stand up but I’ve already made my way through the door. I practically run down the stairs into the living space. Kol and Davina’s questions and yells are thrown towards me but I block them out. I’m about to make it outside before he speeds in front of me.

“Y/n please wait. Let me explain.” Elijah looks at me with such a sad look. That would make me feel for him, if he wasn’t such a two-timing whore. 

“Explain what Elijah? That you’re a two-timing whore, slutting it up with another whore.” I throw my fist into Elijah’s nose, the crack loud enough that even a vampire wouldn’t need their hearing to hear it. 

“Oh shit.” Kol yells from behind us. “Shut it Kol.” Davina throws back. 

“I know you didn’t just call me a whore.” Jesus Christ.

I spin around to find Hayley standing there. All in her glory. Messy sex hair and a smirk on her face. I turn back around knowing that at least I’ll be the bigger person. 

“Aw, well Y/n. It’s not his fault you became unlovable. I mean who’d want someone who can’t even go through a conversation without punching someone in the face.” Hayley’s snarking voice cuts through. 

I whip around to see her staring at me with a smirk. Oh this bitch. I start to run at her with my hand on the knife I keep hidden under my shirt. Hayley starts to back away before Elijah steps in front of her, pushing me back. With the impact of his shove I land on my ass. Tears well up in my eyes as I look up to him. Elijah’s face covered in regret. I can see Davina holding back Kol from attacking Elijah out of the corner of my eye. And Nik holding Hope’s head towards his shoulder blocking her from the mayhem that’s happening in front of her. 

Elijah goes to reach for me but I back away. Wiping the tears from my eyes. “So that’s how it is. You’d hurt me to protect her.” Elijah lowers his head. “I guess that’s my answer then.”

I stand up and walk out. Davina and Kol trailing behind me.

2 Years Later…

Music and laughter fills my ears as I swing along with a random group of people in the little irish pub I’m in. My laughter is drowned out by my phone buzzing in my pocket. I walk away from the group which gets me a bunch of boos. I laugh to myself as I press the answer button. 

“Hello, Y/n here having the time of her life. And you’re messing it up. This better be good.”

“Y/n?,” Davina’s voice sobers me up, “I need your help.”

“I’m on my way.”

As I walk into the place I used to call home the memories of the last time I was here come back to me. My yelling, Hope’s crying, Elijah’s looks of disdain. 

“Y/n?” Davina’s voice breaks me away from my thoughts. Before I can process anything she pulls me into a hug. I look into her eyes to see them welling up with tears. “I missed you too, D.”

“Is that who I think it is! Bloody hell!” Kol’s much more aggravating voice cuts through before I fell another pair of arms surround me. 

“Group hug. Yay. I missed you too Kol. Now let go.” Kol and Davina’s arms reluctantly unloosen around me. 

“Now, as much as I love you both and am enjoying this little reunion. What is the little problem you need help with?”

Davina and Kol bring me into a room where the rest of the Mikaelson’s are sitting. Most annoyingly Elijah. He looks at me trying to catch his eye, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. Hope is also there who seems to find me very interesting, coming over to me and trying to braid my hair after I sit down. 

After what seemed like hours of avoiding staring at Elijah, they all finally tell me what the problem is and what they need me to do. 

“Alright let’s get this done with.”

Stretching my neck I walk back into the compound with Kol by my side. “Ya, that definitely reminded me why I hate witches,” I look at Davina, “no offence.” She just shrugs with a look of understanding.

“Well, as much as this has been fun. There’s a little pub in Ireland calling my name. Goodbye Mikaelsons. Kol, Davina I’ll talk to you two later.” Nodding my head I grabbed my bag from the chair I placed it in before we went to fight the witches. Walking towards the door I’m stopped by him. Flashbacks from that day come back making me flinch away from him. 

“Y/n can we please talk?” Elijah looks at me earnestly. 

“Let me guess you and Hayley didn’t work out?” Elijah shakes his head, “She married another wolf.” I laugh in his face. Good. He needs to know the pain he caused me. 

“Please Y/n. I know I messed up. After you left, I was miserable without you. I still am. I realized how much of a monster I had been to you. You never deserved to have been treated like that by me. I’m sorry. If you’d just give me another-” “Don’t,”

“Oh you poor baby. You caused the problem. You slept with her. And I’m supposed to feel sorry for you! You have no idea how many nights I stayed up crying myself to sleep asing myself why wasn’t I good enough? It took me months, Elijah, to finally find an answer. DO you know what that answer is? The answer was never that I wasn’t good enough, the answer was the you weren’t man enough to tell me that you couldn’t love me as much as you desired her. And as soon as I realized that everything changed. I’m living my life now. Not confined to the haunting life of the girlfriend of one of the Mikaelson brothers. I’m free.” 

Elijah stares at me, tears falling from his eyes as I walk past him. 

“Goodbye Elijah.”

[zodiyack]

Complications

Requested by anon: Okay so I had this idea where the reader is the daughter of Klaus's father (you know the werewolf) and she somehow gets caught up with the Mikaelsons and she is considered a part of the family (maybe she is a hybrid too) meanwhile there is a thing going on with Elijah (if you know what I mean). I would love if you could do anything with that idea and I can't wait to see it!! Thank you so much!!!

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Female!Reader, Niklaus Mikaelson + Female!Half-sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, death mentions, indicated mentions of smut?, somewhat stalking, angst

Words: 1,849

Note: I hope you like it! I, again, got caught up on the idea haha

Key: Y/f/d = Your Favorite Drink

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

She watched him carefully, the trailing of her eyes hidden by the sunglasses that rested upon the bridge of her nose. After centuries of watching, waiting, timing, and searching; she’d found him.

“Excuse me, do I know you?”

But of course there had to be a catch to her luck.

“No.” She shoved past the person in a rush, not caring to see who they were... or rather, attempted to push past them, before they grabbed her.

“Not so fast, ma’am. I believe I do indeed know you. So please, answer me this; why are you always where my brother is?” Her arm was pulled back roughly, causing her sunglasses to fall off her face. “You’ve taking a liking to him too, hm?” The smirk that she loved oh so much graced his face.

“Elijah...”

“Hello to you too, my love.” His grip on her arm softened and was used to pull her in for a kiss. “I haven’t seen you in a long, long time. Why is that?”

It wasn’t as simple as she’d like to say it was.

How on earth do you tell your boyfriend of many centuries that his brother is your half brother? That you’ve been stalking him because you were too chicken to introduce yourself. That you were too chicken because you believed he would turn you away with genuine disbelief?

She shared the same dad as Niklaus, but their mothers were...different. Klaus’ being a witch, and Y/n’s being another werewolf. So her relationship was Elijah was acceptable if one were to look at the whole picture.

How she became a hybrid, wasn’t too different of a story. Esther had been talking to Ansel through a Hand Of Glory, when he brought up his daughter. He pleaded to the witch, begging that she be spared from Mikael’s rage. He wanted her to be indestructible to Mikael, or at least given a chance to live her life, a good life.

So she obliged. After the situation had been introduced to her, Y/n had agreed to be, and was, turned into a vampire in secret before Esther instructed her to run as fast as her feet could carry her, to run and never stop. Eventually, word of Mikael’s death had spread, and Y/n began to be more obvious about her search.

Esther didn’t have to tell her about her affair with Ansel, not that she had the chance to anyways, as Niklaus’ actions caused talk to begin. Even before he’d broken the curse that bound his werewolf-side.

Before Mikael was vanquished, she would subtly appear in events held by the Mikaelsons, events held by humans, events held by the supernatural community, sometimes even just lurking around in public. All of which, of course, ended with her leaving Elijah’s bed.

He was the only Mikaelson to know of her.

She didn’t intend to catch feelings for her half-brother’s brother. But it happened. Just as she didn’t intend to be the second, and the only other, Original Hybrid.

“I... I’ve been busy.”

“You stay with me for a day or two and then disappear for a random number of months or years. Is this business your affair?”

She quirked a brow, “Affair?”

Elijah chuckled, pulling her close to him, burying her head in his chest. “All I’m asking is if this business is tearing you away from me. Just as an affair would a couple.”

“It’s...complicated.”

“Y/n, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but everything about immortality is complicated. You can talk to me, you know?” His face contorted with concern as she pulled away from him. “Is it about us?”

“No, Elijah, it’s not...” She sighed, “Like I’ve said. It’s-”

“Complicated.” Y/n nodded, averting her eyes and chewing on her lip. Elijah’s hand lifted to cup her face, forcing her to meet his brown orbs. “That’s fine with me.”

“It’s a long story-”

“And we’re immortal. Come with me, Y/n.” His eyes flickered across her face, studying for any signs of hesitation or rejection. “We can talk about it over a cup of y/f/d.”

As she entered the Mikaelson’s home, her breath hitched. While she would be getting both of what she wanted, she wasn’t sure she was as ready as she convinced herself she was.

Backing out was no longer part of the deal, as Klaus had already begun to approach the couple.

“Well well well! Could it be?” He was loud, announcing his surprise to the rest of the family. “Has Elijah finally removed the stick from his ass?”

“I can remove it if need be. But that’s not the reason she’s here.”

“So he hasn’t claimed you?” Klaus’ gaze shifted to Y/n, brows lifted with amusement and interest.

Her happy expression morphed into one of disgust. It wasn’t his fault, she knew that, but the thought of her half-brother hitting on her was...not enjoyable. “I’m afraid he has. However, he is correct.”

Klaus waited, expecting her to explain; the context missing from both of their dialogue. “Correct about what, love? I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“He’s correct about many things, but to be specific, I’m talking about the reason I’m here. It has no relation to our love-life.” She walked to the cushioned seats, sighing and patting the one in front of her, “You might wanna sit down.” They stayed in place. “Both of you. Sit. Now!”

Y/n started off the conversation slow and easy, explaining her place as an immortal. “I have...refrained from telling Elijah my story due to the fact that I’d like to be the one to tell you, on my own terms and timing.”

“Tell me?” Niklaus scoffed with a mocking chuckle, which slowly died down as he noticed the seriousness in her glare. “You’re serious? ...Well? Get on with it!”

“Patience, Niklaus. She said it would be told on her own timing, did she not?” Elijah’s eyes never left Y/n, narrowing with interest.

“Thank you, E. Anyways...yes. It involves you, Klaus.”

“Tell me, Y/n, how involved in this am I? Ooo, am I your soulmate or any of that annoying, not to mention make-believe, rubbish? Or am I your long lost lover that you somehow managed to make me forget about? Oh, oh! Am I-”

“You’re my brother!” Her outburst was caused by his nagging. The annoyance was far too much for her handle, but that wasn’t new with anyone who knew Nik.

Elijah’s lips pressed together tightly. His eyes, as well as his brother’s, were widened upon the new information.

“Doesn’t that...yeah, that’s gross. Huh- And you knew?” Kol chimed in, leaning against the wall with amusement, as well as a twinge of genuine disgust.

“No! It’s not like that! I’m not related to you, or Elijah, or Rebekah, or Fre-”

“How do you know about the rest of us, love?” She was starting to get annoyed with the younger Mikaelson, despite having just talked to him for the first time.

“Kol. Let her get to it on her own t-”

“Timing?” Klaus laughed. “Well look how that turned out. I’d like it if you answered my brother’s question, Y/n.” He looked deep into her eyes, as if trying to compel her. She simply laughed in response. Klaus sat back down, full of confusion.

“You can’t compel me. Like I said, I’m your sister... Well, half sister. Ansel was my father, my mother...another werewolf. He impregnated her a tiny bit after he did so with your mother, so I’m not that much younger than you. Not even close to a year.”

“How are you still alive then?” Kol made his presence known, yet again. “And how can we not compel you?” 

“Because. Esther preformed the spell on me just as she had all of you. It was,” her head turned back to Klaus, eyes beginning to drift to the floor, “our father’s idea.”

Klaus grunted, "That’s a lie, and you know it.”

“No. It’s not. And you know it.” Y/n stood up, running somewhere and returning with her vampire speed. “That prove it? I’m a hybrid too, Niklaus. Sure, Esther never told me about you-”

“Our father died not long after we were turned. There was no way he talked to my mother.”

“Ever hear of a Hand Of Glory? She spoke to him, and apparently, from what she told me, he wanted me to be spared from Mikael’s rage. So, she turned me too. Instructed me to run, and I did. I just... I couldn’t stay away from you guys.”

“She’s telling the truth...” Elijah’s eyes were focused on the stone flooring, expression revealing how deep he was in thought.

He remembered. The girl dancing next to Tatia, masked, yet still breathtaking. He just never noticed her fully until now. Then there was her random appearances over the years.

“And how would you know that?” Kol chuckled.

“She was there. Dancing with Tatia. Dancing with the princess. Talking amongst the witches. Caring for the werewolves. Think about it, brothers. We’ve seen her many times, and the only one who actually got close enough to remember was me...”

“So you were the one calling out his name during the flop of a birthday party Rebekah attempted to hold for him?”

“I heard that!” She stormed down the steps, saving Y/n from the reddening of her cheeks. “And I believe her. She’s family, whether Nik likes it or not. Whether you,” her finger jabbed Kol’s chest harshly, “like it or not.”

“So it’s not weird that I’m in love with Elijah?”

“I mean...it’s a little weird without context, but knowing the full story... Well let’s just tell people that you’re married and that’s why you call Nik your brother. The full story can be reserved for those who need to know it.” Rebekah chuckled nervously. It was a relief to have another woman in the family.

“I like that idea...but why pretend that we’re married?” Elijah’s voice held a suggestive tone, catching Y/n by it’s hook.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well...why pretend when we can make that idea a reality?” He shrugged, as if he was offering a casual proposal, not one for marriage. “I mean, unless you’d rather have people think...”

“Oh god no. Please, marry me as soon as possible. I’d rather marry the love of my life and get to live with my brother, who, by the way, I’ve been searching for for a very long time, than have to explain our...complications.”

“Yes, well, little sister, you’ll have to explain those complications to me. I’d really...um...like to hear more about you and all that...” Klaus trailed off, embarrassed of his sudden softness. She was family, but he had yet to grow used to her, to grow used to being brotherly to her.

“I’d like that.” His worry ceased, and relief greeted him. “Just you, me, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Freya... and our complications.”

“Ah,” Klaus stood to his feet, walking to the table and pouring drinks, “yes,” he handed one to each of his siblings, aside from Freya due to her absence, “what would the Mikaelsons be without those wretched things?” 

[yolobloggers]

Forever After Goodbye (I)

~Summary: The reader has taken some off to mend her heart and move on. What she didn’t plan was falling in love and finding her happily ever after with the powerful hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson.

~A/N: Hi Lovelies! I am so happy with the response I have gotten on the The Last Goodbye. Now I’m aware some of y’all were rooting for the reader to end up with Elijah but deep down *I’m a Klaus girl* and when it came to choosing one, I really couldn’t. Therefore my beautiful and talented co-writer ( @justlostinautumn ) and I decided to do two alternate endings. Here is the one where the reader ends up with Klaus and hopefully we’ll have the Elijah part up soon :) xoxo

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, Damon Salvatore x Reader(Platonic), The Mystic Gang and The Mikaelsons.  

~Warning: Swearing.

Part One: The Last Goodbye

Y/N POV:

‘What have I done?’ It wasn’t till now that I realised what I had done. I hadn’t just left the only place I ever called home, but I also left my sister on the day of her wedding, I left my brother, my friends... I left without a word.

“Fuck!” I sigh as I lean my head back in my seat looking at the roof of my car, they must be freaking out. But, I couldn't just sit through the ceremony, not after what I had to say to Damon. I don’t know what was worse, the blank look he gave me or the fact that he said nothing… he just gave me that empty look I had seen him give so many. I looked out the window and saw New Orleans around me, I’d turned my phone off as soon as I got out of mystic falls knowing that it would constantly be ringing. It had taken a day to get here only stopping to get petrol… the wedding was long over but the thing was she didn’t want to hear about how Elena feels and how I let her down. For once I want someone to ask me how I’m feeling… how I’m doing. A heavy sigh passes my lips as I pull out my phone turning it back on. Notifications started to pop up, dozens of missed calls, texts and voicemails. Calls from Jeremy, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie; but the thing that caught my attention was the text message from Damon.

‘Come home Y/N. Everyone is panicking, let’s sort this out. Think about Elena. - D’ There it is, think about Elena, it will always be Elena… just a puppet to be used when needed.

‘I will not cry over this.’ I think to myself as I blink away the tears. I think about who the best person to message would be and I decided it would be Jeremy. ‘Hey J, I know I left without a word but I think it’s time I move on and leave… I know I didn’t pick the best day to do so, but I think it’s time that I get to learn who I am and mourn the ones I lost too.’ turning my phone off after the message was sent and delivered, I didn’t want to know what his response would be… what any of their responses would be. Swiping my bag off the seat next to me, I put my phone in it along with taking my car keys, locking the car and throwing them in too.

I catch my reflection in the window of a shop and I pause to look at my reflection, there is something different about my face and I can’t seem to put my finger on what it is… I then notice my eyes. It’s my eyes. There is an emptiness, a loneliness… they’re hollow. I quickly turn away, not wanting to look at myself much longer and start towards the French Quarter.

New Orleans is a beautiful city, so lively, crowded and full of culture. Something that Mystic Falls is missing, where everybody knows everybody, new faces are rare, and secrets rarely stay secret. The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise as I feel eyes on my back, a shiver runs down my spine as I look over my shoulder to see who it could be. But, there was nothing, other than the usual hustle of tourists. Shaking my head, brushing off the feeling I continue on my way down the street taking in everything around me and for the first time in a while I felt a slight tug at the corner of my lip as I watched tourists being hustled out of their money. I paused outside a bar named Rousseau’s, making the mental note that this was definitely a place I will need to check out but the thing that had caught my eye was the jewellery shop a couple of doors down.

It’s clear that the French Quarter was popular with the tourists, with the amount of souvenir trinkets that littered the shops. But, walking into the Jewellery shop I find it’s small and quite almost like there is magic in the air, I notice a beautiful charm bracelet with a wolf charm on it. The bracelet itself looked like a twisted vine, the wolf that was linked to it reminded me so much of Klaus. Smiling, I took it to the counter and bought it, I initially struggled with the clasp before I looked up to the sweet woman who sold it to me asking if she would help me put it on, smiling at me when she helped and wished me a good evening.

Walking out the shop I looked at it one more time. Once I was outside that hair rising, spine tingling feeling of someone watching me came back. This time I spin around and I still see nothing suspicious around me and this time I can’t suppress the shiver that runs down my spine. I continue walking until I see someone painting on the sidewalk, I tilt my head as I watch this man create a masterpiece in awe and amazement. I can’t help but look around hoping to find the reason I came here and there stood in one of the archways was the man who I was looking for. Without a second thought I ran across the street and barrelled into him engulfing him a bone crushing hug, if he wasn’t as strong as he was I’m pretty sure we would both be on the floor. I could feel his soft chuckle as he held me close to him, I couldn’t help the soft sobs that escaped me and he pulled me closer, “Miss me that much, my love?”

I couldn’t answer his question because I was only just holding on. I was clutching him like he was the only thing that was keeping me standing… keeping me from drowning.

Third Person POV:

Klaus had followed her through New Orleans as soon as she got there. He got a message from Caroline that she ran from Elena’s wedding and they had no clue where she was going, or why she left. He knew that Caroline had the thought that she might be coming to him otherwise she wouldn't have contacted him. Klaus was certain she was, he had told her that she would always be welcomed here with him. There was something about her and he couldn’t put his finger on it… the emptiness in her eyes had thrown him off, he had never seen her like that. But as she made her way through the Quarter he noticed some light coming back into her eyes. She had stopped in a witches shop, not that she knew that and she bought something asking the witch to help her put it on her wrist. It was funny she could sense his eyes on her but she didn’t see him. She continued to the square where there was an artist painting and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he saw her looking around all hopeful and he couldn’t help but hope she was looking for him.

When their eyes met, she moved quickly barreling into his arms and he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Miss me that much, my love?” He asked as he held her close but he quickly realised her shaking form wasn’t because of laughter it was because of tears. She was holding onto him as if her life depended on it and it worried Klaus because he doesn’t know what could be causing her this kind of pain. He pulled back and looked her up and down observing her closely, running his hands along her body looking for possible harm. She noticed what he was doing and couldn’t help but give him a watery smile, he has always taken care of her no matter what.

“Are you hurt Y/N? Why are you crying?” The worry in his voice rang out and she continued to clutch onto him and he only brought her closer. She wrapped her legs around him like a koala bear and he caressed her face in his hand. She leaned into his touch and then decided she needed to be closer to feel his warmth and buried her face in his neck and she continued to cry as he rocked them both side to side running his hand through her hair and whispering calming words in her ear.

“I’m here to take your offer Niklaus. You said I could always come to you and you’d never let me go… please don’t let me go.” She clung to him tighter and his grip on her became firm and she continued to cry into his neck and he swore to himself in that moment, right there and then he would never let her go. Klaus was worried because he knew everything that she had gone through so without a second thought he whisked her back to the compound. He softly lowered her to the ground and she shrugged the whiplash off and looked around the compound and he could see the amazement in her eyes. “Welcome to the compound love.” Klaus said, pulling her into his side, kissing her forehead, there was a tug of his familiar smug smirk that made her push his side softly, shaking her head at him. “It’s beautiful, Nik.” There was a shy smile that he rarely saw but it always made him smile, where is Elijah and Rebekah?” She questioned looking around and he couldn’t help the soft chuckle that passed his lips, he knew how close she were with his siblings and he couldn’t help how it tugged at his heart about how much Y/N cared about his family.

“They’ll show up at some point my love, but I think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room. Don’t you?” He tilted his head as he watched her closely noticing how she looked down at her hands. The hybrid wanted nothing more than to ignore everything and whisk her away on all the adventures that he promised but the thing is he needs to know what happened so he knows how he can actually help her… he doesn’t want it to just be some quick fix. Offering his hand to her, he takes her into the living room offering her a drink which she gratefully accepts.She takes a long drink before looking at him seeing that he’s waiting for some sort of explanation. The thing was she didn’t know where to start. “I was drowning… I couldn’t stay there anymore Nik, I knew I would be leaving the town sooner or later and I picked sooner. I was drowning… but there is always something going on. I couldn’t walk down the aisle and smile as my sister married someone I’m in love with. I told him. I told him before I left and you should’ve seen the look he gave me.” She let out a bitter laugh as she drowned the rest of her drink getting out to collect the bottle to bring it back with her. “I didn’t know where to go. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. Then I thought of you and I remembered you promised me you’d never give up on me and never let me go…” She had trailed off and Klaus knew that she was lost in her own thoughts and memories.

“Y/N?” He spoke to her softly, her eyes flicked to his and they were filled with tears. He’d known about her infatuation with Damon, she had confessed it to him while drunk once. But, he also knew that Damon and Elena took her love for them for granted. Something crossed his mind, something he had been meaning to say to her for a long time. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?” She frowned slightly looking at him. She was trying to figure out why he would be apologising to her, “wait, do you not want me here?” The heartbroken look she gives him makes him take her into his arms and hold her close to him.

“No, love. I was going to say sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. I know I didn’t make your life easy… I know I killed your Aunt Jenna and Uncle John. I don’t think I ever apologized for that.” Klaus spoke to her and a sob ripped through her that filled the room and her body began to shake.

“You have many times.” She sniffed and left Klaus in shock.

“What do you mean?” Klaus frowned looking down at her.

“You’ve saved my life countless times, you’ve saved Elena, you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” Y/N gave him a watery grin that tugged at his heart and he held her close resting his head on hers.

“Did you ever mourn?” Klaus curiously asked if it was something that he had always wondered. He had seen her allowing everyone use her as a shoulder to cry on, but he had never seen her mourn. She always just got up and carried on with her life like nothing was happening.

“Yeah?” She frowned at him, but she thought about it and realised that maybe she hasn’t. She never mourned when Jeremy and Alaric died. It didn’t matter if they were alive again, she never had the chance to come to terms with the reality that for a while they might not have come back.

“You know it’s okay for you to mourn, right? you don’t always have to be strong… you don’t have to be the one who carries everyone else burdens. Who carries your burdens?” Klaus looked her in the eyes and tears began to fill them as she allows all the pain she has kept buried all these years. The broken sob she lets out causes Klaus to move quickly and take her to his room where he watched her curl in on herself as she let out all the things she had been feeling.

“Please don’t leave me.” She grabbed his hand before he could walk away, she looked so lost and scared and it hurt him seeing her like this. He got into the bed next to her and she curled up on his chest. He swore he would be her shoulder to cry on. He would be the one who would help to carry her burdens, like she had done with him.

~ A Week Later~

It had been a week since Y/N had arrived in New Orleans. It had been a week since she had left the safe confines of Klaus’ bed. She only moved when she needed the bathroom. Klaus had been making her food and gently encouraging her to eat and drink even though she hated the idea of it. Rebekah was the first one to see her when she got back, she walked into the house and could hear the soft sobs coming from upstairs in Klaus’ room and she was intrigued. Running upstairs she saw Y/N tightly wrapped around Klaus. There was something missing in the girls eyes, the usual warm that was there. Rebekah was worried for the girl who had been there for her when her mother died, who’d been there to comfort her when she thought that Klaus was dead, she was the only person that she could truly call her friend.

When Elijah saw Y/N, she wasn’t crying, she was just staring at a wall not seeing anything, lost in her own world, the lights were on but nobody was home. This was so different from how he normally saw the lively and energetic girl, who was always interested in what book that Elijah was reading and learning about the history the world had to offer. But, most of all, she cared about their history, their story, not the rumours or the legends that were circulating about The Originals. She was the first person he had met that wasn’t horrified or deterred by the stories about them. Kol was the last one to see Y/N, he couldn’t bring himself to see her while she was crying or in a comatose-like state. It hurt him too much. By the time he saw her she was sitting up in the bed talking quietly which was a relief for the family as they were seeing parts of her shining through again.

She was curled up in the bed, emotionally drained. She had been crying for the last week. Rebekah had come to sit with her and comfort her, especially when it came to Damon and Elena. Klaus had rarely left her side through it all. He was adamant that he would be the shoulder she would cry on. Elijah would read to her and Kol would tell her stories that made her laugh. She knew it would take a long time to mourn everything, but after a week of being in bed, letting it all out help. She felt a little less hollow and a little more whole. Klaus was next to her smiling down at her as she let out a heavy sigh.

“What’s wrong love?” Klaus frowned slightly.

“I think I’m ready to get out of bed.” She smiles up at him, Klaus melted at her smile.

“Oh really?” He smirks at her before he starts to tickle her and the pearls of her laughter fill the room.

“Stop it! Nik! I’m serious.” She giggles, trying to wiggle away from him.

“Why now?” Nik was leaning over her looking down smiling at Y/N softly.

“Because I’m tired. Tired of being in bed and feeling sorry for myself. It has been a week and I am ready to live… I’m ready for you to fulfil your promises.” Y/N tilts her head smiling at him as she gently boops him on the nose. He scrunches his nose and looks down at her and sees her laughing, he can’t help his heart warming at the sight of her laughing and generally looking happy. “Also, I kinda want to eat out… don’t get me wrong I’m 100% grateful that you cooked for me, but I don’t think I can eat pasta again or soup… not for a while anyway.”

“How about I go and get you breakfast? Anything you want in particular?” Klaus rolled to the side to look at her, as she rolled on to her side to look at him.

“Pastries, maybe some fresh fruit and coffee!” She groaned at the sound of caffeine, Y/N rolled on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Elijah couldn’t help but smile at his brother as he watched him take care of this girl, who always brought the best out of him.

“It’s like when we were human.” Elijah commented to Rebekah who was by his side.

“You did always say, she brought humanity back to him. I think it’s the fact she doesn’t care what or who he is.” Rebekah answered.

“She brings it back to all of us.” Kol spoke up as they watched the couple in Klaus’ bed smile and a giggle escaped Y/N’s lips making them all smile. They watch her as she stretches and gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Klaus walking towards them with a broad smile

“Can you sit with her? I’m going to get her some food.” Klaus smiled at his siblings and they nodded at him walking into the room to see Y/N walking to sit on a chair on the balcony.

“She moves!” Rebekah smirks at her.

“Ha ha, Bekah.” Y/N snorts.

“How are you?” Elijah asked hesitantly.

“I’m good Li’jah. I actually mean it this time.” For the first time they saw a smile shining through.“What are your plans?” Kol asked, it was a question they all wanted to know what was going to happen now. They had to admit that they were scared that she would leave them to go back to Mystic Falls and they didn’t want that.“I was hoping, if it was alright with you that I might stay here with you guys… I have nowhere else to go, this has felt more like home than Mystic Falls has in a long time.” She looked down at her hands avoiding eye contact. She knows that Klaus said it was fine, but she didn’t want to put out the rest of the family. What she didn’t realise was the smile on all their faces, Rebekah rushes over to her and sweeps her into a tight hug making both girls laugh.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rebekah kisses Y/N’s cheek as she pulls away and smiles broadly at the girl she calls not only her best friend but also sister.Klaus and Y/N were just sitting on the balcony listening to the sounds of New Orleans around them, after enjoying a day of laughing and smiling with his siblings. Letting them drown out any thoughts of anything remotely negative. Klaus’ voice breaks her concentration and he is staring at her like she is the only thing in the world, which makes her breath get caught in her throat. “He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes." Taking her hand, kissing it softly, smiling at her before he walks back into his room leaving her staring at her in shock.

~ A Month Later~

It had been a month since her week of mourning, she had met Freya and she became like another sister just like Rebekah and had led to you guys having many girls nights, causing nothing but chaos for Klaus and his brothers. Klaus had been taking her on little dates over the last two weeks, bringing her food, flowers and gifts just to see her smile. He kept his promises he made her and showed her what life had to offer her since she got to New Orleans, something changed in her. She seemed freer than he’d ever seen and he loved it.

“Where do you want to go next?” Klaus smiled at her, he could think of all the places he wanted to take her, but he wanted her to pick.

“Hmmm… maybe Italy? England? France?” She smiled as she looked at people pass as she drank her coffee, her eyes flickered to Klaus and a smile formed her lips and she tilted her head to the side and looked at him. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere as long as it is with you.” He smiled at her and her heart fluttered, she knew he had heard it because she saw a small smirk forming on his lips and deep red coloured her cheeks.

Later that day, Y/N was standing in the kitchen making dinner for the family, humming quietly to herself when she felt someone grab her sides, causing her to let out a scream. “Quit spooking me Klaus'' she scolded him hitting his shoulder, but the smile on her lips said she was anything but irritated. Rebekah looked at this cute moment between her sibling and her best friend.  A soft chuckle passed his lips as he watched her pout at him.

“Come on love.” Klaus gave her big puppy dog eyes and Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his blue eyes as they looked at her like that.

“That was mean of you, Nik.” She pouted at him trying her hardest not to smile at him. Before anything else could be said Klaus got a handful of flour that was on the side for when Y/N decided she was ready to roll out the dough and blew it in her face laughing at her pissed off face.

“NIKLAUS!” She shouted and all the siblings ran into the room and couldn’t hide their laughter. Y/N was covered in flour and had fire in her eyes and Klaus was bent over laughing, before she could react Y/N had dumped a load of flour in his hair and Klaus paused and stood up to see a triumphant smile on Y/N’s face.

“This means war love.” Klaus smirked at her and she laughed.

“Bring it Wolfie!” She giggled as she ran away from him and past his siblings before she decided to use Elijah as a shield and Klaus ended up throwing the flour on Elijah. Soon everyone was partaking in this particular food fight.

Finally after getting all the flour out of their hair and cleaning up she sighed as she curled into Klaus on the sofa as he sketched and she read. He put his hand on her thigh squeezing it softly getting her attention. She shifted to sitting up putting her book down and moved his sketchpad to the side and moved onto his lap. Sitting on his lap she caressed his cheek, there was a sadness in his eyes, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She leaned down and rested her forehead against his waiting for his eyes to open.

She had been thinking a lot during this last month. The month that had been filled with sweet dates and soft words. Y/N couldn’t think of the last time someone went so out of their way just to make her smile, to make her feel safe and cared for. Y/N, had been thinking about how Klaus made her feel and how he made her want to do and be more… not for him, but for herself. In the last month with Klaus she has refound her love for writing, art and dance. She has felt more alive in the last month than she has since Damon came into her life and shook it all about. Y/N realised that she would rather be here cleaning flour out of her hair than back in Mystic Falls pining after someone who never loved her. For the first time in a long time Y/N felt the unconditional love she craved. One month of being with Klaus and his family and she realised she was worth more than she ever thought, she didn’t compare herself to her sister and she didn’t feel like she wasn’t meeting anyone expectations… for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she could breathe again.

“There are those pretty blue eyes.” She smirks at him. A smile spreads on Klaus’ lips and she leans down and kisses him. It’s soft and takes him by surprise. He pulls her in closer to him and runs his hands up her neck and into her hair. Pulling away to take a deep breath they looked into each other's eyes. He sees peace in her eyes for the first time in a while.

“I’m ready to go anywhere with you.” She places a soft kiss on his lips sitting back on his thighs looking down at him.

“Anywhere?” Klaus smirks at her.

“Anywhere.” She laughs.

~ Six Months Later~

Somehow they ended up back in Mystic Falls. The Gang had called Klaus. One thing they didn’t know was that 3 months after them both admitting their feelings… Well, Y/N admitting hers, she asked Klaus to turn her and he did… well, Freya did! Freya had gifted immortality like her siblings using the same spell that her mother did before her. When Y/N had asked her why all Freya said was she wasn’t going to risk the chance of losing a sister. It had been three months of learning how to control the cravings and she found out that she was actually pretty good at it.

“Nik.” Rebekah stormed into the room and a smirk formed on Y/N’s lips as she watched the pissed blonde look for her brother. “How are you so calm?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just I’ve found my home now… with you guys.” Y/N shrugs, not taking her eyes off her book. Rebekah was still not used to the off handed comments like this that Y/N would make and it always made her eyes fill with tears she would blink away.

“When was the last time you spoke to any of them?” Rebekah frowned, dropping next to Y/N. Y/N could see the fear that she would leave them as soon as she saw them. Y/N softly rested her hand on Rebekah’s leg giving it a reassuring squeeze before looking back to her book before answering.

“Well I put the sim in my new phone when Freya turned me. They haven’t tried to find me, I know Bonnie did a location spell so they know where I was. But, they choose not to come for me.” Y/N shrugs going back to her book. She had to admit it hurt a bit that not even her family came looking for her. It was Rebekah’s turn to reach out and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Y/N decided she wanted to go to the Grill after texting Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah telling them where she was going she quickly left. Since she turned she had this new confidence about her and she embraced it. She slides into a seat at the bar, not really paying attention to anyone around her as she thought about all the changes that have happened to her in the last couple of months since she moved to New Orleans.

“What can I get you?” A familiar voice asked her and she looked up to see Matt and surprise crossed his face at the sight of his old friend sitting in front of him smiling like it was only yesterday when they last saw each other.

“Bourbon, Matty.” She smirks leaning back in her seat, she knew word would get round quickly now that she was home and it wouldn’t take long for the gang to come hunting for her… it wasn’t like she was hiding from them. She saw Elijah walk in and he nodded his head to the bathroom and she tilted her head when she thought she saw blood on his suit but dismissed it he would tell her later.

She moved to a booth and ordered a load of food. The bell above the door dings and in walks the gang they didn’t believe when Matt told them that Y/N was back, but when he sent the picture they all moved quickly to see. They all stood in disbelief for a while staring at the girl that left without a word sitting there casually ordering food like nothing happened and once she placed her order she went back to reading her book like it was any other day.

“Y/N?” Elena asked and Y/N looked up from her book to see her sister looking at her.

“Elena.” Y/N nodded her head formally and then looked at everyone around them. “How may I help you?” They were all taken aback by her, they had never seen Y/N so confident.

“Sorry I’m late Love. Rebekah was talking my ear off.” Klaus slid into the seat next to her giving her a soft kiss, softly stroking her cheek and Y/N leaned into the soft touch smiling at him fondly.

“Rude brother.” Rebekah snorted at Klaus, before looking at Y/N to really explain why they were late. “We were looking for Elijah.”

“I got food.” Y/N smiles at the siblings, a knowing smile. “Elijah is in the bathroom.”

“What?” They both look at her and she is smirking back and they can see the laughter in her eyes and they both can’t help but smile at her shaking their heads..

“He got here about 5 minutes after me, it looked like he had blood on his suit… I don’t really know I didn't pay too much attention.” She smirks at Klaus, who let out a heavy sigh shaking his head at the girl in front of him before he kissed her again. She was intoxicating and Klaus couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Klaus smirks at her.

“The thought did cross my mind, but some old… friends came up to talk to me.” Her head tilt, her eyes narrowed and flickered to the people Klaus and Rebekah chose to ignore and they all noticed her pause at the words friends as if she was deciding if that is what they were. The silence was tense when Elijah came out of the bathroom.

“I think this conversation should be had elsewhere don’t you agree?” Elijah looked at everyone and they all nodded and he gave a firm nod of his head and continued. “We shall come to you then.”

They all agreed to meet at the Salvatore Boarding House. After the tense interaction in the Grill the gang left and all headed back to the Boarding House.

“Does Y/N seem different?” Matt asked.

“Yeah.” Elena frowned at her sister's attitude toward them.

“They turned her.” Damon spoke up for the first time since he saw Y/N with Klaus.

“What?” Elena and Jeremy shouted. They were all pissed but nothing could be done or said until they all met up and actually talked about what was actually going on and what was really happening.

Y/N, Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah all walked into the Boarding House, she looked around and noticed that not a lot had changed in the months that she left. Y/N thought that she would feel something walking back into the house that she ran away from seven or so months ago. But, she didn’t.

“Why did you leave?” Elena asked, she sounded hurt as she looked at her sister who just walked through the door. The gang saw something flicker in Y/N’s eyes as they watched her sift uncomfortably.

“Because I was drowning.” Y/N started looking at her sister. “I was drowning with everything, from the loss of our parents to Jeremy and Alaric coming back… I never got to mourn like everyone in this room. I guess that was my fault always helping everyone carry their burdens no matter what. You weren’t the only person to lose everyone Elena. Your wedding was the last straw, so I left for me. I had to be selfish, because otherwise I might have lost my mind.”

They all looked at her at her outburst and noticed when Klaus wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. What they didn’t know was that she wasn’t just turned, but a gift from his sister Freya, turning Y/N into an Original like her siblings. They saw her visibly relax as she leaned back into his arms.

“So you left us for them?” Damon looked pissed, Y/N couldn’t help but tilt her head and slightly frown at him. She was confused why he cared so much.

“Klaus promised I’d always have a place with his family… he promised he’d never let me go.” She looked Damon in the eye and she saw that realisation hit him.

“We looked for you.” Caroline said softly, but she couldn’t look Y/N in the eye.

“But you never came for me. I know Bonnie did a locator spell. I know you guys knew where I was pretty much after I left. I also know you didn’t come for me.” Y/N sighed heavily, she was tired and leaned more into Klaus who held her closer.

“I have to thank you, Damon.” Klaus smiled at the vampire who gave him a confused look.

“For what?” Damon frowned holding onto Elena’s hand tightly.

“For pushing her away. For letting her go without a fight.” Klaus smirks kissing Y/N’s forehead and the girl in question rolled her eyes and pulled away slightly looking at the gang. She thought she would feel some sort of pain seeing them again, that she would miss them or maybe crave to come home and be with them. But, the truth was… the truth was looking at the people she once called her family she felt nothing but pity for them. She was ready to walk away and never look back.

“I’m assuming our duties are done here, Klaus and I have some…” A smirk formed on her lips as she trailed off, “exploring to do.”

~ A Year Later~

It’s been a year since they last stepped foot in Mystic Falls. It had been a year since Klaus whisked her away to Italy, England, Spain and the list is never ending. But they were in France at the top of the Eiffel Tower looking at the City of Light. Looking down at her hand Y/N notices the diamond twinkling like a star and she can’t help but smile as she leans back in her lover's arms and sighs at the peace and happiness that she is feeling.

“Forever and Always?” Klaus asks her with a smile on his lips.

“Forever and Always.” They kiss in the moonlight overlooking the City of Lights.

This was their Happily Ever After… This is what love really felt like.

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Leverage

Elijah Mikaelson x Arabella Castaway-Mikaelson

Authors note: Okay everyone after much planning and thinking I have come up with my own OC! I can’t wait for us to take this journey together learning about Arabella, like who she is, and how she came to be. Do not be afraid to send in asks about her either!

Word count: 2.4K

Somewhat based off of season 3 of the originals. I also joined the calibration for Dom’s 2 years bioversary. This fic is about sire bonds more importantly them being broken.

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Being involved in The Original family comes with its up and downs. Especially when it has caused the love of your life to pick his family over well his wife. That was about well two months ago, sense then I have not seen Elijah Mikaelson or his family. It is nothing I can blame them for though, the sad thing is I do not even remember who they are! In fact, it is the vampires I come across on during my travels that bring up The Original family. Usually it goes around the lines someone asking me where they are. From my gathering of these conversations I was married to the one they call honorable, the noble brother, Elijah. It never has set well with me though that my so called “husband” has abandoned me. If we are married is not that meant to be forever, that’s the whole point of getting married is not. Asking to many questions is what got me in this predicament, see what I do remember is my whole life. I remember the life I had New Orleans, the fashion the cooking all of it. So, if I was married to someone back then why is there no piecing pieces?  I barley know anything about this so-called original family, yet their presentence lingers over my body like a shadow. Too afraid to come and say hello, but it’s like every step I take it’s as though I’m being watched.

“Well if it isn’t the myth, the legend Arabella…. how did you find her? Elijah never mentioned why she left or where she went to in the first place” A male’s voice, it was deep with the hint of smoothness. I have no clue what happened, I just remember being at a local cafe in France then my neck was snapped. It went black for a while after that.

“Well we have our ways of getting what we need. When it comes to the leverage we need, this will be perfect. He’ll do anything it takes to keep his precious wife safe… And that well be the way we lure both him and his brother here, so my witches can perform this spell.” it’s a women’s voice, even though I don’t understand what she talking about I don’t want anything to do with it. “I’ll be back later with the items that Davina needs to finish the spell. Be prepared Marcellus, the strixs are all prepared for this battle tonight.” I can hear her shoes click as she walks away from us.

“Davina! Help me take these ropes off her. I can’t touch them, there soaked in vervain. She doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this. Aya’s only using her to lure Elijah and Klaus here” the man’s voice I can hear must be Marcellus, whoever he is.

“She won’t die today Marcel… she needs to be here to lure Elijah and Klaus here. When they get here, it’ll be easy one of the other witches knock them out.” Davina say as she unties the ropes that are wrapped around my arms and legs. ” she’s safe here Marcel you can leave. When the spell starts you might feel a little warmth, it’ll pass though once the link it gone.” the girl says, and as she says it the blind fold over my eyes gets taken off and so does the duct tape.  

“What if this warmth is the last thing I feel”  

“I’ll be careful”

“I get that Davina and I’m game. But we are on a tight rope with the Mikaelson’s right now. Jackson was a friend to them and us. On top of that we have Arabella too”

“I know Marcel. And I know it’s a long shot, but if I can’t save you, and I can’t save Josh, even Arabella, then I can’t save Kol. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you guys.” Davina says as she takes of the last of the ropes from my body.

When I open my eyes the man’s gone and the only thing in front of me is a girl looking at me. “You can’t leave, I put up a boundary spell around you… It’s for your protection Bella” The sweet looking girl says to me as she watches me over

“How do you know me?” I asked

“It’s a long story, just know that you’re my friend… I’m Davina, and that guy that was here a couple seconds ago his name is Marcel.” Davina says turning back to the papers that are hanging on the wall.  

“Well it seems like everyone here already knows who I am, so tell me Davina. What is that spell for?”

———-Switch to Elijah———

“And now Aya and her mob of are free to break the sire line. You know, we have made many glorious enemies over the years, brother, but If they sever the link to us, then they well all come for our heads.” Klaus speaks as both of us walk side by side toward the entrance of the compound. This is the very reason why I sent her away, I knew this prophecy was going to be a blood bath. I didn’t need for her to get in the way.

“Not without the white oak brother” I say in a soothing voice as Niklaus stops Infront of me

“Aurora has the last of it” I can the thought swirling in his head, with a smirk forming on my lips I simply say

“Then she dies first”

“You once told me you wanted to use her head as a footstool” titling his head to the side he finished with “why wait”

That’s when my phone vibrates in my coat pocket. I pull it out answering

“Marcel?”

“how”

“Yes, I see” *hangs up the phone*

My face drops looking at Klaus “I don’t know how, but Aya found Arabella. The crescent wolves were able to locate where they are keeping her” I say looking right at Klaus

“Well then let’s get going”

—— back to Arabella—-

“Where is she Aya? Unlike my brother I don’t have the patience to deal with this” the voice is raspy thick sounding as I hear multiple footsteps approaching us.  

“Hello gentlemen, it’s my pleasure you have decided to join us tonight” Aya says, so that is Aya!  

“Let me out of here!!” I yelled getting fed up with being confined into this circle. I bang my fists on the barrier and both the men’s eyes land right on to me.

“How did you-” The man in the suit says his bouncing from mine to Ayas

“It doesn’t matter now that you both are here” Aya says as she stands tall. There two girls that approach them changing some foreign language I don’t recognize. Both men then collapse onto the floor.

“I told you Davina Claire, Arabella Castaway was the key to getting them to come here.” Aya says glancing at me before some body guards drag the two men’s bodies into the water.

“Ive played my part let me out of here!!” I yelled

“You well soon sweet girl, just a few more hours left. Your role to play is still not over yet.” Aya states as she approach’s Davina  

“Were ready to start” Davina stats looking over at Aya

“Then let’s begin”

That’s when all the chanting starts, There’s apart of me deep down that knows this is wrong. This hole I have felt the past 3 months is aching in a way I’ve never felt it do before.  This must be him, the more I think about the faster I put the pieces together. Those are the originals, the one in the suit. He is my husband and even if he did abdomen me years ago I won’t abdomen him now.

I scream banging my fists on the barrier again as the chanting continue. Marcel comes into the room suddenly going up to Aya.

“Any problems?” Marcel asks looking into the pool with the two men, at me, then his eyes land on Davina.

“No, we are nearly there. After today one man’s recklessness will no longer weigh on the shoulders of his sires. Thousands of vampires across the world will be free from the tranny of the originals. I’m glad you’re here Marcel. Stay close by when it happens will you?” Aya says walking up to the pool looking over.

“Why are you guys doing this, I don’t belong here” I scream throwing a fit.

I watch in horror as both the men’s throats are cut then thrown back into the water, the chanting gets louder. And the more chanting I hear is when the barrier drops, I rush the closets witch breaking her back. Another women appears besides marcel killing what looked like to be a body guard

“Marcel!”

“I’m Sorry D. We need to get them out of the water now” Marcel states looking at both us girls. But before anything can happen Davina yells “No” and throws all three of us to the end of the room.  I hear the screams as the man in the suit sits up taking one of the witches’ under water with him. I stand up making eye contact with him as he leaps out of the water.

“I’m so sorry baby… forgive me, Rememoraeri” He says looking into my eyes, and it’s as if the two worlds collided. All my memories come crashing down onto me. But it’s one inparticular that strikes me the hardest. It’s the night I was turned into a vampire

The street was cold underneath my numb body. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me, not like this. I was supposed to live a life, not dying on the side of the road. The loneness of staring up into the sky not being able to move or cry out for help seemed to be the only thing I could look at. I was utterly hopeless as blood pooled up around me. Soon I began choking on the blood stuck in my throat. I wasn’t in any pain no more, it felt more like I was high up in the sky flying.

“No!” I heard him yell he rushed over to my side picking me up biting into his wrist “Drink Bella… please… no-no-no. Not like this… You can’t die like this” I took my last breath Elijah Mikaeslons arms. The last thing I seen was his beautiful brown eyes and the stars glowing behind him. That was in tell I woke up

“Elijah?” I blinked away the memory as I took in his appearance Infront of me. “Whats going on, oh my god-” There where millions of thoughts running through my head

“I well explain later” Elijah says giving me a small smile tucking a random piece of hair behind my ear, that was before we turn, we turned our attention to Davina as she started to break Klaus sire line link

“Davina No!” Marcel shouts, Klaus opens his eyes leaping out Infront of Davina but she catches him with her powers yelling

“No, you’ve had your time!” She shouts throwing him back down into the water, in the process of her doing his she throws all of us down to. We can hear he finishing her spell as Klaus yells. I scream as a warming sensation comes over my body and before I know it, it stops. Elijahs is the first to get up and come to the rescue of Klaus.

I sit up getting into the water with Elijah as well, I move Niks hair out of his face

He is weak but he would never ambit it. “I felt them leave, my sire line is broken” Nik states his voice shaky.  

Elijah and I help Klaus out of the pool “I’ll be in the car soon… I have some unfinished business to attended too.” Elijah says leaving me and Nik in the car.

“You do understand they both have history” Klaus says as he glances at me

“I do, and I tend to end that history right now.” I say excusing myself from the car as I make my way into the building using the back door so I can eavesdrop on the conversation he was having with Aya.  

“So, we remain connected, you and I, in spite of everything that you have done” Elijah says as he twirls a gun around his finger. “I can’t let you hurt my family, my wife. And you can’t hurt me more than you already have” Elijah says looking into Ayas eyes. I can feel and see the hurt and guilt he is holding over himself for hurting Aya. It makes me feel somewhat jealous, but I can’t blame him. He’s lived a thousand plus years; he should have had a few epic loves.  

“I stood by you Elijah. All of us where willing to die for you, and how do you repay us? Betrayal, abandonment.” Aya spits out turning to face his face. She loves him it’s easy to tell, love can be killer.

“You were not forsaken. Yes, I failed you, for this… I will never forgive myself… But I can’t forgive this. You captured my wife!” Elijah yells as he motioned to all the body in the room  

“If your life was chained to a man, who left you despite of your devotion, what choice do I have other than to break free” Aya says this conversation hurts to hear. “ So… End this” Aya says moving as he holds the gun up to her heart. His hand is shaky “End it Elijah!! Or I’ll take that gun and kill you just to be free of you!” She yells tears rolling down her cheek into she grunts, her voice stops her body leans to the side. I stand besides her holding her heart in my hand.  

“So, Elijah tell me why did you decided to erase my memory from ever knowing you?” I ask holding the heart as I look my husband right in the eyes