#hope mikaelson is a dog person

[fandoms--fluff]

The Right Plan

Younger Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: little blurb of Hope's younger sister, you, pestering her into doing something fun for a change. - you're only a year or two younger than Hope.

Warnings: none

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"Soooo?" You urged on. "No" Hope immediately replied. "Oh come on, seriously? It'll be so much fun!" You exclaim, making Hope look up from her grimoire.

"I know for a fact that it most certainly won't be so much fun. Especially when Mom and Dad find out" she crosses her arms, grimoire forgotten on her lap.

"You don't know that they will" you urge, still standing your ground on the situation. Your older sister looks up at you, an eyebrow raised in knowing.

"Okay, fine, so there's a good chance they'd find out. BUT if we concoct the right plan there's also a good chance that they won't find out as well." You explain to her.

"Really? You really want to go into all this, probably going to get in trouble either way, just to sneak out and go to a party in the middle of the woods? Is it just me or does that sound like a road to disaster?" She asks rhetorically, relaying what you've been nagging about to her for the past half an hour. Though in all honesty, she only started really listening to you for the past five minutes. The rest beforehand she was blocking out.

"So what if it is, at least we'll have fun for once instead of being in danger and almost dying by one of our family's never ending enemies." You stood from Hope's desk chair and walked in front of where she's sitting on her bed. "Plus, it'll be a natural experience that all teenagers should experience at least once in their lives" you shine your puppy dog eyes, as she calls them, to your sister.

Your persuasion tactics kicked in. Hope sighed and moved the heavy grimoire from her lap before she stood up in front of you. "Fine. But, on one condition" she says, giving into your desire of going to a party that's not formal and surrounded by family and vampires or supernatural creatures.

"Yes, anything" you nod, excitement practically oozing out of you. "We have to stay together the entire time, no wandering off, I don't want one of us to end up lost. And we have to tell at least one person where we're going."

You think it over for a second before groaning out, "fine." "But do we have to tell someone?" You say right after agreeing with her conditions.

All hope does is cross her arms and lift one of her eyebrows up again for you to sign and nod your head, succumbing to her wishes. "Alright, alright. Who should we tell...that's not going to get us in trouble" you point your finger up at her, knowing exactly who she was going to suggest.

"You don't know that he wou-" you cut her off with a blank stare. "...okay so maybe Uncle Elijah would, but would that be so bad?.. okay, fine I guess it would" she says after seeing the look you're giving her.

"Exactly. The old man is horrible at keeping anything from Mom or Dad. Especially if it somehow is linked back to us" you huff out, it's extremely annoying at times.

"Fine then. Who do you suggest?" She asks. You think for a moment before a smirk settles on your face.

Oh no, that's never good, you can basically hear Hope's thoughts flowing through her mind.

"Oh please, it's not that bad. Who do we know that loves to go behind everyone's back to have fun and create mischief? Huh? That's right, Uncle Kol. He would only tell Mom or Dad if there's something serious going on or we're in trouble. Think about it" you encourage.

Hope thinks it over for a solid minute while you just stabs there bored out of your mind for the longest minute you've has to endure in a while. "Alright, that works" she nods in agreement finally.

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You crash into your older sister, wrapping your arms around her torso in a hug. She wraps her arms right back around your neck, returning the embrace. "You're lucky," she whispers. "I know" you whisper back.

[klonnieshippersclub]

I know Klonnie is non canon but I don’t like the name Hope for their child. Klonnie existed as a ship long before Hayley and Hope came into the picture. Do you feel the same on the name?

Hope's name lacks personality and is very basic. That isn't a bad thing but it doesn't fit among the Mikaelson names. I guess the simplicity suits Hayley more than anything. It also sucks that she's called the "hope" of the Mikaelson family from the beginning. It's a lot of pressure to be the one to redeem a family who spent a millennium being evil.

On the topic of baby names, I hate when I read a fic and Bonnie names her kid after her mother or Grams. It's very unoriginal and uncreative. Why would Abby even deserve to have a kid named after her? She was a deadbeat who neglected and abandoned Bonnie. At least, Rudy made sure the lights were on at home. Abstract names don't really suit Bonnie either. Bennett names all seem to be very classic and feminine (Emily, Amelia, Lucy, Abby/Abigail, Sheila, Joanna). Klaus would suggest Thor as a baby name and Bonnie would ignore him. That can be the name of the Bennett-Mikaelson family dog.

[traegics]

[ Phoebe Tonkin | she/her] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER, an 20/43 year old HYBRID, is one of those from the FUTURE learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re BLUNT but the truth is that they’re really PROTECTIVE. Their style can best be described as LEATHER JACKETS AND BLACK COMBAT BOOTS, NIGHTLY RUNS IN WOLF FORM, CHANNELING AGGRESSION WITH HAND TO HAND COMBAT, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ( Sushi, 28, EST, She/Her)

BASICS

Name: Hayley Andrea Marshall-Kenner Nicknames/Alias: Hails, Face Claim: Phoebe Tonkin Age: 20/44 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Date of Birth: 06/06/1991 Currently: New Orleans, LA Species: Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid Occupation: N/A Rank: Alpha

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Courageous: able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching Adventurous: willing to undertake new and daring enterprises. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one's own character and feelings.Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Unpredictable: not able to be predicted Takes on to much Likes to take risks ConfrontationalArchetype: Guardian: Protects the weak. Good Guy/Traditional Hero: The character archetype of a traditionally all-good protagonist. Their goal is to save others from evil.Likes: Favourite colour? Green Favourite foods? Most foods tbh Favourite music? Rock, Jazz, Classical Favorite books? Classic Literature Fears: tbd RELATIONSHIPSParents: Unknown Labonair (Father) Unknown Laboniar (Mother) Siblings: N/AChildren: Hope Mikaelson (Daughter)Other family: Elijah Mikaelson (Through Hope) Kol Mikaelson (Through Hope) Davina Claire (Through Hope and Kol) Freya Mikaelson (Through Hope) Keelin Malraux (Through Hope and Freya) Rebekah Mikaelson (Through Hope) Marcel Gerard (Through Hope? lmao) Spouse: Jackson Kenner (Husband) Current Partner: N/A Ex-Partners: Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson (Baby Daddy), Declan Boss/Employer: N/A Co-Workers: N/A Friends: Vincent Griffith, Camille O'Connell, Caroline Forbes, TBD Enemies: Tristan, Aurora, Celeste, Tyler Lockwood, TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Build: 5'8"″ 125 lbs Tall and Muscular Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Green Distinguishing Marks: TBD Accomplishments: Regrets: TBD Secrets: TBD

HISTORY Hayley is canon up until he resurrection. In the twenty years after she was pulled from peace, she spent most of her time desperately searching for her missing daughter.

[keepsdeathhiscourt]

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama

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Chapter 3: Mirror Images

Lucie lies low for the next couple of days, only leaving the sanctuary of her downtown hotel for necessities.

She’s not hiding. It’s what she tells herself, repeating it like a mantra until she believes it. Still, it’s all too easy to find an excuse to order takeout, to settle into the floral wallpapered confines of her second-floor room.

It’s been three nights since the encounter with Marcel and his posse -three nights since she found Jane-Anne dead- and she’s passed the time alternating between watching mindless television on the ancient, staticky set and staring out the window.

This morning, she’s engaged in the latter, watching people and cars buzz by with rapt interest. A woman weaves through sidewalk foot traffic, her heels high and her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She has two coffees stacked on top of the other and her cell phone is pressed between her shoulder and her ear. It’s a bold choice, but her stride is smooth and confident as she chatters to someone on the other line. She does not know that the city is crawling with vampires.

On the other side of the street, a man crouches down with a plastic baggy while he zips his windbreaker to his chin. The leashed Labrador flits between him and the nearest passerby, seeking pets, as his owner scoops his leavings off the sidewalk with a wrinkled nose. He could never imagine a coven of witches ruling the neighborhood.

She finds she’s jealous of him, of the woman, of every person who passes by on the way to complete mundane tasks in average lives and loved ones waiting at home. Right now, she’d give anything to trade places with any of them, if only for a day. Twenty-four hours in which the supernatural exists only in stories. 

A pickup rolls up to a stoplight, honking its horn at the sedan in front of it the second the light turns green, and Lucie imagines another life. One where she kicks off her shoes after another day in an office. In this universe, she’s greeted at the door by a dog and maybe even a partner. They smile at her and ask about her day over dinner and fall into bed together at night. And when she closes her eyes to rest before another average day, she feels safe. In this place, no one murders women to prove points and no one pushes children to embrace powers they don’t understand.

She presses her eyes closed, resting her forehead against the cool glass, and allows herself a few moments of indulgence. But before long, her thoughts stray back to the situation at hand. She runs it over in her mind, trying to make sense of it.

How could Marcel Gerard possibly know any time a witch practiced magic in the Quarter?

And, knowing the consequences, why would Jane-Anne risk her life?

No matter what angle she looks at it, she can’t seem to find any satisfying answers. All she can do is wonder what had happened here in her absence. She shakes her head, like her brain is an etch-a-sketch and the motion might wipe the slate clean. She moves to turn away from the window when she catches something out of the corner of her eye. Down on the closest street corner, a man stands with hands in the pockets of his suit jacket. His face is too shadowed to know for sure, but his head seems to tip up towards her, like he knows she sees him. 

The phone rings, vibration loud as a gunshot against the lacquered end table. She jolts as the device continues to ring, cutting over the sounds of traffic and the low garbled conversion of a TV infomercial. Stepping over a takeout box, she grabs the phone and glances at the screen.

Incoming Call: Arabella

Her finger hovers over the green button as the ringtone starts from the beginning again. A few seconds tick by as she stares at it, then a few more until finally it stops.

It had been only a week ago that Lucie had received Arabella’s late-night phone call. Seven days since she’d listened to her cousin tell her in a tearful, halting voice that the only mother she’d ever known was dead.

Truthfully, she isn’t sure why she’d been dodging her cousin’s phone calls, only that she’d spent all the time since that night in a state of emotional free fall. 

Phone still in hand, she glances over her shoulder and towards the window. Whoever she’d thought she’d seen, he’s gone now. It strikes her as odd. Despite being at the opposite end of the street when she’d first seen him, there’s no sign of him and she knows none of the nearby shops are open yet. It’s like he stepped off the curb and vanished. She concludes he was never there at all, just the light playing tricks on her exhausted mind. Then she drags a hand over her face and through her hair, which is far, far too greasy, even for her own company. Still, skin prickling with the sensation of unseen eyes on her, she jerks the curtains closed before she turns her back to the window. 

She pads the length of the room towards the adjoining bathroom. There isn’t much in the way of square footage and it doesn’t take her long to navigate the minefield of discarded styrofoam boxes, coffee cups, and stray clothes strewn haphazardly across the place; the impressive accomplishment of only a few days. In actuality, it’s not all that different from her norm. Replace the floral wallpaper with tacky stucco and scatter a few more bottles across the room with some past-due notices, and it could almost be a dead ringer for her apartment back in Albuquerque.

Lucie winces as her feet hit the cold linoleum and flicks the light switch, bathing the room in a sterile, white light that flickers overhead every couple of minutes. She blinks against the intrusion, adjusting to the brightness. Her reflection blinks back at her behind streaks in the mirror, eyes red and punctuated with deep smudges. 

Yeah, she looks like shit. 

It’s no real surprise, given the sluggish lifestyle of the last couple of days. But knowing is different from seeing it -or feeling it. She pulls at a lank strand of hair and winces before turning to start the shower. The sound of rushing droplets bounces off the tiles in a way that promises decent water pressure. Only after waving a hand under the flow to check the temperature, she undresses and slips in. The water is warm, beating a steady rhythm against the knotted muscles in her neck and back. It’s enough to make Lucie groan.

She reaches for the tiny bottle of hotel shampoo, lathering a generous amount between her palms and massaging it into her scalp. It’s like magic for her mood. The feeling lingers even as she turns the tap and wraps the towel around herself, still glowing with remnants of warmth. 

She steps out into the thick cloud of steam that permeates the confined space and drinks in the humidity with greedy breaths. She’s careful not to slip as she approaches the mirror, squeezing the excess water from her hair. A sheen of fog coats the glass, veiling everything but the sharper lines of her silhouette.

She reaches for her hairbrush, running the bristles through her hair, methodically untangling the more stubborn knots. The plastic handle clatters when she returns it to its home on the counter. When her eyes drift up to the still-steamy mirror, she goes still. 

But the reflection does not.

Instead, its blurred form seems to move on its own accord. Its arms extend, beckoning to her, and it squares the broad lines of its shoulder: the posture that is too long and too perfect to ever belong to her. 

The side of her hand catches the hairbrush, knocking it from the counter and onto the tiles with a clatter.

Against the speckled beige counter, her phone buzzes. She jumps, tearing her eyes away from the mirror and towards the source of the noise. Arabella’s name flashes across the screen again. This time, she only lets it ring twice before she answers, swiping up with clumsy fingers.

“Hello?” she says, breathless and uncertain, as if she didn’t already know who was on the other line.

“Lucie!” Her cousin’s warm voice sounds in her eye, contrasting with the impersonal neutrals of the bathroom. “You answered. I’ve been trying to catch you all week.” |

Arabella’s voice sounds shaky. It’s enough to make her feel guilty for dodging her calls. 

Lucie leans against the sink, the porcelain cool against her skin, and tries to soothe her thumping heart. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Is everything okay? You sound…off.” She doesn’t miss the edge of concern. “You’re not having nightmares again, are you?”

She barely catches the question, eyes trained on the foggy mirror. Absently, she raises a hand. The reflection follows suit.

“No, no.” She waves it off. ‘I’m just…it’s been a long week” “

The line goes quiet, but she knows her cousin is still there. She can feel her presence on the other end.

She nudges the damp towel she’d employed in lieu of a bath mat with her foot, encouraging it flat, and debates whether to tell her about the man in the suit or the mirror. She decides against it, chalking it all up to stress and lack of sleep. Instead, she asks what’s been on the back of her mind since she got the news of Violette’s death. 

“What happened, Bella? You never told me.”

“You never asked,” she replies softly. It’s not a rebuke, just a statement of fact. “Pneumonia. That’s what the doctor said.”

“Pneumonia,” she repeats. She doesn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. It’s underwhelming in a way, to imagine her formidable great-aunt put to rest by something so common. But she’d been an old woman for most of Lucie’s life and larger than life though she may have been, she was only mortal in the end. 

“Listen, Lucie. I know your default is to carry this alone, but don’t. We can do this together.” Arabella offers gently. Then adds, before she can protest, “Let’s grab coffee tomorrow. I’d love to see your face before the funeral.” 

She wants to argue, to turn her down on instinct. But she can feel the wide smile on the other line and, to be honest, she’s had more than enough being alone to last her a lifetime.

So she agrees and after settling on time and place, she hangs up the phone with trembling hands and glances at the mirror, now free of fog. Her reflection blinks back at her, pale and apprehensive.

____

Under a canopy of ageless trees, wedged between a tax office and a brewery, sits The Lazy Bean. Once a double-family shotgun, the pale orange coffee house now serves as a haunt for bleary-eyed commuters and hipsters looking to finish their screenplays. 

The shop is half full, energy winding down after the lunchtime rush, but she only spends a minute in line before the barista takes her order. 

She posts up against the far wall to wait. The interior is painted a sunny, chipped yellow, but it’s nearly impossible to tell; each wall is covered floor to ceiling in painted canvases and flyers advertising local events. And any spare corner or window sill has been repurposed into a home for a mishmosh of potted plants. In a strange way, it reminds her of the cluttered quiet of the Jardin Gris. 

The barista calls out her order. Sidestepping a young man in a fringed coat, she retrieves the steaming ceramic mug. It’s purple and, by the imprints along the handle, likely homemade. She murmurs her thanks and slips through clusters of tables and mismatched chairs.

Arabella is there, waiting, when she steps out onto the back patio. But she doesn’t see her right away. Lucie takes the opportunity to drink her in, unobserved. 

Seated at a corner table, she taps at her mug with pale, anxious fingers. She’d never been able to sit still. Even as a child, she’d always been twiddling her fingers or pulling a lock of copper hair. It’s darkened with age, she notes, eyeing the deep, rich auburn that spills over her shoulders. She worries at her lip with her teeth. There’s a pronunciation to her cheekbones and a wariness around her eyes that wasn’t there before, but otherwise little has changed. A smattering of freckles stretches across her nose and her round cheeks are flushed in the sun, the same as the girl she remembers. 

A surge of insecurity washes over her. after all, ten years is a very long time, especially spanning over that critical junction between adolescence and maturity. Lucie knows that for all she might look like her cousin, Arabella and her sixteen-year-old self might have little in common. She wonders what the woman tapping her foot under an oak might think of her wayward cousin. Will she like who she sees?

It’s enough to make her reconsider. She hasn’t been seen yet. There’s still time to leave before she-

“Lucie!” Arabella’s cheerful voice rings out, waving to catch her attention. Her pink lips curl in a smile that reveals the charming gap between her white teeth and makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. Despite her uncertainties, Lucie’s smile widens at the sight of her.

The wooden planks groan beneath her boots as she makes her way to the table.

“Hey,” Lucie greets softly, sinking into the chair opposite her.

“Hey,” Arabella responds in kind, matching Lucie’s shy demeanor. “I was worried you wouldn’t show.”

Lucie hesitates before admitting, “I wasn’t going to.”

“But you did, and that’s what matters,” Arabella says, a hint of relief in her voice, as she sets down her tea and reaches across the table to squeeze Lucie’s hand. “It’s so good to see you, Luce. I can’t believe you’re here.”

If she had been worried about ill-will or uncomfortable reunions, there’s none to be had. Not from Arabella.

“It’s been good to see you too, Bella. You look great.”

“Thanks. And you look rough,” Arabella says, then quickly amends, “I mean, you look good, just tired.”

Taking a sip of her coffee, Lucie nods. “It's been tough, to say the least.”

Arabella offers a sympathetic hum, and the conversation lapses into a shared moment of grief. Lucie admires the way the dappled shade of an oak paints patterns across her freckled skin, and how the sun picks out strands of her hair in gilded orange. 

Eventually, Arabella breaks the silence. “She asked for you, you know - right at the end.”

Lucie doesn’t need to ask who she’s referring to. Violette’s presence is as corporeal as if she were occupying a chair beside them. Unsure of what to say, she takes a long sip of her drink, feeling the warm bitterness spread through her.

“Honestly,” Arabella continues, “I don’t think you were ever far from her thoughts. Sometimes, she’d get this faraway look in her eyes, and I just knew she was thinking about you.”

Lucie snorts softly. “You mean thinking about what a catastrophic failure I turned out to be?”

Her tone may be flippant, but the sentiment chafes. The second she had left the city limits, she might as well have been dead to Violette. She was sure every trace of her had been struck from the record with a methodical precision. If she had been so desolate in Lucie's absence, why hadn’t she ever called? 

“Oh, Lucie,” Arabella says, dismayed. “It’s not like that at all. You know that, right?”

“I don’t really know what to think anymore, Bella,” Lucie says, feeling the weight of her uncertainty.

“I know things are different,” Arabella reassures her, “but that doesn’t necessarily have to mean bad. It just means ‘different.’”

Lucie cants her head, acknowledging the truth in her cousin’s words. “I wouldn’t exactly call being shunned a positive.”

The constricting feeling in her chest belies her nonchalance. Even at a distance of ten years, the memory still stings. The absence of the connection throbs like a phantom limb.

“So you can’t tap into ancestral power, so what?” Arabella shrugs. “You still have your magic, and more importantly, you still have family.”

“Do I?” It’s a question she’d asked herself many times in those early days of exile. And as months stretched into years of near radio silence from all except the woman across from her, it was a foregone conclusion that the answer was a resounding: No.

Arabella insists, “Of course you do.”

Her optimism is unyielding, like looking into the sun. It clashes with the tender angst in Lucie's stomach. Feeling a flicker of irritation, she shifts in her seat. “I don’t think the coven is going to roll out the welcome mat.”

“They only just found out you’re here. Just give them time,” Arabella offers by way of explanation. “The Elders have been a little preoccupied lately. There’s a lot going on-”

“Like getting Jane-Anne’s body back from Marcel?” Lucie interjects.

Her cousin is taken aback. “I… How did you know?”

“I found her in the middle of Royal with her throat cut, Arabella,” Lucie says, something sharp seeping into her tone at the confirmation that she'd known too. “Something like that is hard to miss.”

“Shit,” Arabella curses softly. “I’m so sorry you had to find out like that. I was getting around to telling you, honest. But I wasn’t sure how to bring it up and I thought it would be kinder to drop the news gently.”

Lucie’s patience wears thin. “You know what would’ve been better? If you told me what was happening so I didn’t have to hear it from Marcel-fucking-Gerard.”

This time it’s her cousin’s turn to fidget in her seat. She passes the cup back and forth between her hands, chewing at her lip as she seems to be mustering up the right words. “It’s been hard around here for a while now. I need you to understand that before I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” |

She can’t help the involuntary flutter in her stomach. “Arabella, what are you-?”

“You have to promise me. Promise that you’ll keep an open mind,” she says in a shaky rush, “or I’m not going to say another word.”

“Okay, okay. I promise.”

She hesitates, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before she begins. 

“Since you’ve been away, things in the city have taken a turn. It started with small incidents - a shop in the Cauldron vandalized, a few witches harassed. But then it escalated rapidly. Nightwalkers began patrolling the streets, monitoring our every move and word. The safe areas for practicing magic shrank until all nine covens could only operate within five city blocks.”

“One night, the Elders convened at Greataunt Violette’s. They had a heated discussion behind locked doors. Violette stormed out, pretty upset. When she came back, she told Viv and I that the Elders had reached a decision.”

Arabella pauses, her cup nearly empty, prompting Lucie to inquire further. “What decision?”

“To proceed with the Harvest Ritual.”

Lucie’s world spins at the revelation. “The Harvest Ritual,” she repeats, her voice flat.

“Our powers were diminishing, and it had been centuries since the last Harvest. We needed to renew our bond with the Ancestors,” Arabella explains.

“I know how it works,” Lucie snaps, immediately regretting her tone.

Arabella continues, undeterred. “Four girls were chosen: Abby, Cassie, Davina, and… Monique.”

Lucie feels sick. “Monique Deveraux?”

Arabella nods solemnly. “Yes.”

“What happened?” Lucie demands, gears turning. “Tell me everything you know.”

And she tells her. She tells her about how the Elders showered the chosen girls in honors and praises; she tells her about how they were marched like lambs to the slaughter, expecting a prick on the thumb up until the moment Bastiana slit Abigail’s throat. And finally, she tells her about Marcel Gerard’s intervention and his swift, furious retribution upon the witches of New Orleans for what they’d done. 

Lucie doesn’t speak for the duration of her story, only listens as Arabella tells it in faltering pieces. 

By the time she finishes, hands shaking and eyes weary, the sun is beginning its descent into the west. The diminishing rays cast the patio in streaks of gold and orange that fall across Arabella’s face as Lucie watches her.

“Lucie, say something. Please,” she says when the weight of the silence becomes unbearable. 

Lucie’s arms instinctively wrap around her chest. “What do you want me to say, Bella?”

Arabella’s voice trembles, thick with emotion. “I don’t know. Something. Anything.”

Lucie’s hand cards through her hair in a futile attempt to find the right words. “I...,” she struggles, the words slipping through her grasp. Finally, she manages, “I need to go.”

The chair protests against the patio as she stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Where?” Arabella says with a note of desperation.

“I don’t know,” Lucie admits, her head shaking in numb disbelief. “I just... I need some time to think.”

Arabella’s expression wavers between concern and resignation as she nods in reluctant acceptance and Lucie disappears down the street.

[insidiousxhopes]

inadutask001. - tarot reading

henrik mikaelson jr is 'the fool'

upright

The Fool card is numbered 0, which is considered to be a number of infinite potential. Consider him a blank slate, for The Fool has yet to develop a clear personality. He is the symbol of innocence - his journey to come will shape his character yet. To see the The Fool generally means a beginning of a new journey, one where you will be filled with optimism and freedom from the usual constraints in life. When we meet him, he approaches each day as an adventure, in an almost childish way. He believes that anything can happen in life and there are many opportunities that are lying out there, in the world, waiting to be explored and developed. He leads a simple life, having no worries, and does not seem troubled by the fact that he cannot tell what he will encounter ahead.

Henrik is still struggling with his supernatural abilities and doesn't feel sure of his want to trigger his wolf or vampire gene as it would involve hurting another. He has always been seen as an innocent child and his looked of blonde locks and piercing blue eyes have cemented that image in those who encounter him. Hope's birth signified hope for the mikaelson family while Henrik's signified innocence.

His personality shines with optimism and freedom and he views most things as an adventure and sometimes can see things through childlike lens. He doesn't feel worried by most things but those that do worry him are imbedded in his psyche.

reverse When you land on the reversed Fool in your reading, you can generally find his more negative characteristics being on display. It can mean that you are literally acting like a fool by disregarding the repercussions of your actions. Like the youth depicted in the card, you don't see how dangerous of a position you find yourself in.  A reversed Fool card can show that you are living in the moment and not planning for the future. The reversed Fool meaning serves as caution that you should be more aware so as not to be taken advantage of. Like the dog in the Rider Waite version, this card is here to alert you on anything that may sound too good to be true.

his childlike view on things can often lead to henrik jr doing things without thought of the consequences and repercussions of his actions. He doesn't always see the danger of a situation and possibly is overconfident in his tribrid abilities despite his worries. He doesn't always see that his can be manipulated and those closest to him are cautioning him to be aware of what is happening in his life.

[lazarusweptt]

「 kiowa gordon 〳 cis man 〳 he/him 〳werewolf 」 well, well, well… if it isn’t oliver gauthreaux, the 25 year old who’s best known around the city for betraying the crescents. keep this between us but i’ve heard that they’re aligning with isaac steele & jackson kenner ; can you believe that? i guess it makes sense seeing as they are quite staunch & pugnacious. let’s just hope that little alliance doesn’t go sour…  / 

BASICS

Name: oliver deacon gauthreaux

Nicknames they go by: ollie , o

Age: 25

Species: werewolf

Sexuality: bisexual & biromantic

Pronouns: he / him

Gender: cis man

Family: jasper steele ( father ) , beatrice ' birdie ' gauthreaux ( mother ) , isaac steele ( brother ) , scarlett rivers ( sister in al but blood ) , olivia steele ( niece )

Likes: playing cards , fighting , flirting , darts , hunting , puzzles , rewatching episodes of i love lucy and gunsmoke , country music , tacky holiday decorations , feeding stray cats / dogs , sex , jackson kenner , the outdoors , red meat , jazz , campfires

Dislikes: vampires , neon , being talked down to , future ideals overwhelming pragmatic courses of actions , pacifism , meekness , pretentiousness , people who badmouth jackson / isaac , classism , cities , finn mikaelson , technology , his father

QUESTIONNAIRE

What words or phrases do they overuse?

baby , cher , honey

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

realist

Are they introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted?

extroverted

What bad habits do they have?

smoking , gambling , leaving things about , lashing out , picking fights , invading personal space , freeloading , showing up late , unhealthy eating , erratic spending

What makes them laugh out loud?

himself , bad pick up lines , mary dumas , kids , some of the more witty ways he's been turned down / rejected

How do they display affection?

very , very big on physical affection. compliments. loyalty. terms of endearment.

How do they see themselves?

a bastard son. a mother's regrets. a father's hate. a brother's blood. a wolf first ---- wolf before all things. a fighter. a killer. a traitor. a pragmatist. a repenter. a lost cause. a town's fool. a dead dog. a loyalist. a backstabber. a pariah. a walking mistake. a hunter. a watchdog. a hired gun. a flirt. a barfly. a caged animal. an atoner. a prodigal son. a strategist. a second chance.

Strongest character trait?

staunch : loyal & committed.

Weakest character trait?

pugnacious : eager or quick to argue, quarrel, or fight

How competitive are they?

to a fault

What is their greatest fear?

abandonment : to always be the beaten stray , the unloved thing , the broken toy , the second son.

What quality do they most value in a friend?

understanding

What are their pet peeves?

chewing / slurping , high pitched noises , know-it-alls , walking superiority complexes , belittling , passive-aggressiveness , being a dick to kids

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

all he's wanted to do was help. all he's ever done is hurt.

Why are they aligning with whoever they're aligning with?

who else does he have ? who else could he trust ? if not them , no one.

What are their goals here in New Orleans?

stay alive this time. keep the wolves safe. help izzy keep an upward trajectory. get to know his niece.

PLAYLIST

alligator blood by nicole dollanger / family tree ( intro ) by ethel cain / in my father's house by miriel wagner / sun bleached flies by ethel cain / haunted houses by emma ruth rundle / nobody is ever going to want me by giles corey / orca by wintersleep / cry for judas by the mountain goats / family by noah gunderson / why didn't you stop me by mitski / dirty and clean by stephanie schneiderman

[tribridkissed]

@endfated​ gets the starter I promised

Hope didn’t HATE cats...cats were just wary of her.

She chalked it up to the fact that she was a wolf--well a Tribrid, but a wolf--and they simply saw her as a DOG. After all, dogs were related to wolves. Looking around, Hope counted the cats that she could see, and then she took in a deep breath. “You...have way more cats than I thought that you did. For some reason, I thought that you were EXAGGERATING,” she admitted to Red. Why he would have a reason to do that, she didn’t know, but she was a little worried that the cats were already forming opinions about her. “I get it though. Seeing you in here with them, you really do come off as a cat person, I just missed it.”

[babytaes]

The Drunk & Dazed Series

𝚊/𝚗:  this is a series of oneshots that are inspired by Enhypen's song Drunk & Dazed. I knew I wanted to do something dark and supernatural when I first heard it. they will be listed in order of age, starting with the oldest and ending with the youngest. I truly hope everyone enjoys this series; there will be many more in the future, much love from Babytaes!!

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✯ - angst | ♦ - suggestive/smut | დ - slight fluff  | 

(Suggestive/smut scenes will most likely only be shown with the older members. That isn't something I'm writing in the younger line.)

†hê Ðêmðñ {Hêê§êµñg} ✯ ♦

↷ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ, ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ’ꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ...

↳  You're a guardian angel who's never been tasked with protecting anyone. Since you've been here since Creation, sitting around in heaven hasn't brought you any rewards. You were looking forward to the day when you'd be assigned a human to look after. When that day finally arrives, things take an unexpected turn when you are assigned to Heesequung, a demon from the underworld.

  †hê Grïm Rêåþêr {Jå¥} ✯ დ

↷ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ, ᴀ ꜰᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ...

↳ Everyone depicts the Grim Reaper as a bad character, but he didn't kill you. It's just a trip to the afterlife, and he's actually being helpful by walking you there. Consider what it would be like if you had to travel alone. 

†hê Örïgïñål§ {Jåkê} ✯ ♦ დ

↷ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ’ꜱ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴡɪʀʟɪɴɢ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ...

↳  The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus' judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

†hê Hµñ†êr {§µñghððñ} ♦ ✯

↷ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ’ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ...

↳ You are in a typical awkward elevator ride with a group of people, suddenly a man says “So I bet you are wondering why I’ve gathered you here.” Before hitting the emergency stop button, you glance at his wrist and eye a tattoo. One of the Hunters.

†hê Gh𧆠{§µñðð} ✯ 

↷ ᴍᴍᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ...

↳ You find yourself in a city you've never visited before but you've dreamed about hundreds of times. The person you constantly see in your dreams is also there, gently turning around and asking, “Is it really you?”

†hê Wêrêwðl£ {Jµñgwðñ} ✯ დ

↷ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ, ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴅ...

↳  “Dogs are man's best friend,” they constantly say. What happens if one of them turns out to be your best friend, and this one bites?

†hê §ðr¢êrêr {Rï-kï} ✯

↷ ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴜɴꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ...

↳  You're a hero who falls in love with the Dark Lord. That's wonderful of you. You always lose to his excellent brains and spectacular looks, while being one of the strongest heroes on the planet. Although the continual rivalry between you and him is entertaining, you don't want it to end. Are you prepared to risk it all, even your title: Hero.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Sub/Cute Hope Mikaelson Hedcannons

She loves whenever you wear low cut tops - literally her favorite thing you wear

Loves, loves, loves your boobs (she calls them her personal pillow and fights with you when you say they're not pillows)

^she always wins by clinging to you like a koala and looking at you with puppy dog eyes

Sitting in your lap>>>>

You will find her sitting all innocently in your guys' bed, in your clothes, and eating barbeque chips. You just chuckle and join her.

Will give you kisses on your hand and up your arm when she wants your attention and your reading or doing school work

Will make you come into the changing room with her in stores for your opinion about anything she tries on because she's super shy if she has to open the door or curtain and hope you're standing near.

She hates wearing bras when she's with you, and sometimes all together tops. At some point during any relaxed day in your guys' room, you'll have a naked from the waist up, Hope Mikaelson laying on you.

^you make sure no one can see through the windows and no one can come into the room unannounced

You teach her how to throw a football (there's no football team or whatever the fuck that was, that was in the show because it was just weird and out of place and I hated it!)

She loves playing monopoly with you

When you met her family, she's super nervous, so you comfortingly held her hand the entire time. Everything went amazing, just as you had reassured her beforehand.

Will cling to you like a baby koala

^don't expect to be doing anything in the duration of this time

Gers super giggly and subby when you guys take a bath together and you play with her hair while washing the shampoo in

She has a stuffed bunny that her mom gave her when she was five and cuddles it when your away or if she has a nightmare and she wants extra comfort with your arms around her and her arms around her bunny.

Has a hard time expressing herself sometimes

She hates coffee. She loves the smell, just is digusted by the taste

Will randomly fidget when a class seems to be taking longer than usual

^you bought her an anxiety ring to help with it when she's in classes that she doesn't have with you. It's three silver hoops with light pink stripe details on each mend together and when she moves it up and down, it creates a soothing movement and pressure feeling on her finger. It always keeps her busy and was a great investment.

[rere-the-writer]

Aaaah we need more poly!mikaelsons I loved the last fic!!

Hell yeah we do here some headcanons for your troubles.

Warnings: NSFW, Fuff, Over protective Mikaelsons

You met Kol first having saved him from Jeremy and Elena as you found their plan stupid

Your relationship with them was pure platonic at first

Rebekah was the first one to make a move followed by Kol and Klaus then Elijah

You freaked out which they understood and gave you space

You only lasted a week having missed them terribly

Your friends didn't support you dating the Mikaelsons

Damon believes they are compelling you, Elena and Caroline treating you different, Stefan planning on trying to 'save you'

Both Bonnie and Tyler support you seeing happy you are with them

The siblings are too loyal to you willing to follow you anywhere

Elijah and Rebekah loves spoiling you they have a problem with buying you things if you look at too long

Kol loves taking you places to do daredevil things but he makes sure you are always safe

Klaus enjoys painting with you as you both listen to jazz

You switch who's bed you are sleeping in at night

Both Rebekah and Kol don't follow this rule as they get in one another's bed, sandwiching you between them

Klaus curls around you as if to protect you in your sleep while Elijah loves having you sleep on him as Rebekah will and as sneak in to sleep in the bed too

Rebekah is the softest with you in bed after Elijah while both Klaus and Kol can be rough

Both Rebekah and Elijah lives between your thighs whilst Klaus and Kol loves you on your knees

Rebekah and Klaus are the biggest teasers while Elijah and Kol tries to see how many times they could make you cum

Elijah has and will leave you tied up in one of the other's bedroom if you were bratty and how much of a brat you were

Rebekah surprisingly will edge you for hours if Elijah leaves you in her room

Klaus will spank you while Kol will make you cum until you are crying and shaking

If the others catch you being a brat they let Elijah deal out punishment and he doesn't go easy on you

Spending time with Rebekah at parties she takes you to as she teases you with a remote control vibrator

Klaus taking you in bathrooms at art galleries when a vampire flirts with you

Kitchen sex with Kol if you are trying to cook for them

Gym sex with Elijah when he is teaching you to defend yourself

Rebekah taking you lingerie shopping knowing you have to replace many pieces because of the boys

Relaxing baths with Rebekah that turn into her pinning you against the side as you let her have way with you

Romantic baths with Elijah and much like Rebekah leads to him fucking you with his fingers

Klaus and Kol are the only ones you can actually shower with as both find it relaxing to have you wash them

Cute date nights with them doubling up, Rebekah and Elijah taking you out for dinner and dancing while Klaus and Kol takes you out for movies and doing something adventurous

Damon only hit on you once before both Rebekah and Klaus threaten him

Each sibling is possessive of you in their own way

Klaus would and has nearly kill the person, Rebekah has and will break a bone, Kol would kiss you hungrily to show them who you belong to, Elijah would politely threaten the person

You letting them feed from you and each has their favorite spot. Kol's spot on your inner thigh, Klaus feeds for the left side of your neck, Rebekah's spot is your right shoulder, Elijah feeds from your inner wrists

Big dog pile of cuddles is they find you sleep in the living room

Family movie nights and game nights with you all piling on Elijah

Cuddles by the fireplace in the winter when they could finally relax

Becoming 10x more protective when they find out you were pregnant and taken by witches

You were helping Hayley find out more about her family in New Orleans as you became friends with the wolf

Klaus nearly slaughtering the witches with Kol as Elijah tries to stop them and Rebekah fuzzing over you

Them always having a hand on your abdomen when you are close to them

You waking to find at least all four asleep in your bed and their hands on your abdomen

Rebekah and Kol always touching your belly when you start to show

Elijah loves rubbing it when you are relaxing with him

Klaus laying his ear on your belly listening to the baby

Belly kisses from them all at any time of the day

Klaus and Kol threatening people that come near you

Elijah giving you back massages once you hit your 8th month of pregnancy

Rebekah always around you making sure you are comfortable

Having to be sent away with Rebekah to keep the baby safe once you give birth

Feeling a little insecure after knowing about Hayley's feelings for Elijah which makes Elijah showering you with affection

Klaus and Kol watching Hayley closely after words

Rebekah and Kol taking care of Hope at night so you can sleep

Klaus taking you and Hope out to art festivals

Elijah and Rebekah taking you out on dates to give you breaks from taking care of Hope

Promising Always and Forever as you wear jewelry they gifted you

Rebekah and Elijah calling you their little wife while Klaus you his Queen and Kol prefers calling you life partner

[traegics]

Wesley Atreus Edelman Wes // 153// Vampire

Being a soldier is more than courage. It’s sacrificing yourself for something greater than yourself.

[ Jensen Ackles | He/Him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome WESLEY EDELMAN to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 153 year old VAMPIRE, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be IMPULSIVE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their COMPASSIONATE nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to DROWNING by SOUNDS OF SOMEDAY, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. ( Sushi, 28, EST, She/Her ) *rebekah’s love interest connection

BASICS

Name: Wesley Atreus Cordeuax Nicknames/Alias: Wes Face Claim: Sebastian Stan Age: 39 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Date/Place of Birth: September 30 in small town in Tennessee Currently: New Orleans, LA Nationality/Species: American/Vampire Occupation: Former Army Solider/Chef and Owner of The Big City Moment Rank: Former SFC (Sergeant First Class)/Owner & Chef

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Courageous: able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching Adventurous: willing to undertake new and daring enterprises. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one’s own character and feelings. Weaponry Technologically Proficient Efficient in multiple languages (Spanish, Romanian, Latin) Coding Mathematics and Accounting Public Speaking Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright. Unpredictable: not able to be predicted Likes to take risks Sensitive but doesn’t show it

Archetype: Achiever:  a person who achieves a high or specified level of success. Boss: A person in a position of power, namely in a company or job. Entrepreneur:  a person who organizes and operates a business or businesses, taking on greater than normal financial risks in order to do so. Favourite colour? Black Favourite foods? Boiled Peanuts, Seafood, Gumbo, Jambalaya, Barbecue anything Favourite music? Rock and Indie Favorite books? Comics Fears: tbd Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: James Edelman† (Father) Serenity Edelman †  (Mother) Siblings: Unnamed Edelman (Younger Brother) Other family: The Mikaelson family Spouse: Rebekah Mikaelson Children: Artemis Mikaelson (Daughter), Luna Mikaelson (Daughter) Ex-Partners: TBD Boss/Employer: N/A, he IS the boss Co-Workers: TBD Friends: TBD Enemies: TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: 6′0″ 167 lbs Tall and Muscular Hair Colour: Dark brown Eye Colour: Green Distinguishing Marks: N/A

Accomplishments: Opened his own restaurant, Retiring the Army as a Sergeant First Class at 33

Regrets: TBD Secrets: TBD

HISTORY

Wesley was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee in the late 1800's. At the age of 18 he enlisted in the army and that was pretty much the extent of his life. He fought in world war 1 which is where he essentially "died" being saved by a vampire that turned him.

He spent most of his vampire life travelling around the world, fought in world war 2 just for the hell of it before he eventually met the remarkable Rebekah Mikaelson and fell head over heels for her. He owns a big restaurant in New York City called The Big City Moment that he plans on branching out to New Orleans and just finished wrapping up some business in NY before heading to New Orleans to meet up with Bex and their daughters.

[mikaelsonluvrr]

welcome to mikaelsonluvrr

about the blogger/writer

lily. 21. single. any pronouns. infj. disaster bisexual. lover of fictional characters. book enthusiast. cat and dog person.

fic requests

currently open.

characters/fandoms I write for

stranger things

steve harrington

eddie munson

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

chrissy cunningham

the vampire diaries universe

caroline forbes

stefan salvatore

bonnie bennett

elena gilbert

klaus mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson

elijah mikaelson

kol mikaelson

kai parker

jenna sommers

hayley marshall

hope mikaelson

the marauders

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

peter pettigrew

lily evans

regulus black

the order (netflix)

randall carpio

jack morton

lilith bathory

hamish duke

shadowhunters

simon lewis

isabelle lightwood

marvel cinematic universe

peter parker

stephen strange

steven grant

marc spector

layla el faouly

wanda maximoff

bruce banner

thor odinson

also feel free to message me anytime, I'm always up for making friends :)

[deannaroxannewrites]

Tropetember Day 5 - Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Unrequited love? Bite me

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Drinking/alcohol, language, vampirism/blood mentions, FWB mention

AN: Day 5 of @tropetember. Not my best work but hope you enjoy. Might rework this slightly at a later point.

A visit to the Salvatores in Mystic Falls should be pretty fun, until Damon decides to drag you to a party the Originals are throwing.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.5k

“Damon, you cannot be serious.”

Your best friend just gives you puppy dog eyes. Bright blue and sad as can be. It’s kinda pathetic.

“Pretty please.”

You huff, knowing you won’t win this argument. You’ve known him since you were both children, through him being turned by Katherine and later Stefan turning you (long story), and then on and off in the intervening century and a half. You even had a casual friends with benefits arrangement when you were both lonely/bored. Knowing him so well, you decide to save everyone the time and give in.

“You’re paying for my outfit Damon! I can not believe you’re making me go…”

He scoops you up and spins you, making you squeal as he thanks you. Stefan, who has been observing from the couch being absolutely no help, just laughs.

“You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun and we can learn some things at the same time. We’ll be the most attractive spy duo in history.”

You just roll your eyes and go to grab your keys before stealing Damon’s wallet. If you’re going to have to face the Mikaelsons again, you weren’t doing it in something you’d worn before. And you were going to buy something expensive out of spite.

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The entrance to the Mikaelson’s house was the same as any other house in Mystic Falls: opulent, excessive and with far too much marble. You’d take a cosy cabin over this nonsense any day.

Clinging to Damon's arm, you enter the space and, thankfully, Klaus is the only one of the family greeting guests.

“Darling, it’s been a while.” You can’t help the reactionary smile as you embrace him. He could be bat shit crazy at times, but he’d always been kind to you.

“Klaus! I’ve missed you.” Out of your eye corner, you can see Damon giving you both evil eyes. Had you accidentally on purpose forgotten to mention you knew the original family? Oops, your bad.

Klaus doesn’t let you go far, holding you at arms length to admire your new outfit. You do look stunning in it, if you do say yourself.

“Beautiful.” He leans in to whisper in your ear “My brother really doesn’t realise what he’s missing.”

You laugh him off, ignoring the implication. You knew better.

“Now boys,” you say, glancing between them, “I’ll have no part in whatever this little competition or measuring contest is, and I expect you all to leave me out of it.” They both look a little guilty as they nod. “Marvellous. If you need me, I’ll be somewhere out of the way with a glass of champagne.”

And with that you head further into the party, leaving them to bicker.

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"Urgh, I've missed you so much! I can't believe you left us."

You and Rebekah are both waaaay too many glasses of champagne deep at this point. You’d been there a couple of hours by now and it had only taken Rebekah 30mins to realise you were there and take you hostage. You're currently sequestered on a sofa in a corner and are both a bit sloppy.

"What do you want me to say Bekah? It's your arsehole brother's fault."

"Wait, what? What did Klaus do?"

You laugh, just a tad hysterically and fortify yourself with another sip out of your glass.

"Wrong one. Go older"

A look of understanding comes across her face and she wraps an arm around you. You, sadly, don't have enough of your wits about you to realise that this isn't the best place for a drunken heart to heart.

Everything starts to spill out of you. How you and Elijah had spent so much time together. How you thought he liked you back, only for him to turn up with what's her name wrapped around him. How he'd laughed when you'd expressed your surprise that he was dating, and how it made you feel like nothing. It was too much for your heart to handle. So you’d left, had a fun rebound weekend with Damon and tried to move on.

Rebekah pulls back slightly, wiping a tear that had escaped without your permission.

"You're too good for him anyway," she says and you laugh.

"I wish that were true.” You pull yourself together a little and put on your best fake smile. “For now, I'm just going to don an air of indifference and pretend I'm not in love with your oldest brother."

Your mirth leaves you instantly as you hear a refined voice behind you ask, "now why on Earth would you do that?"

It’s amazing how panic can sober you up.

You turn slowly and meet the eyes of the oldest Original. He’s in a suit, as always, and has a confident smirk plastered across his face. That pisses you off.

“Cos he’s an asshole” you coolly reply before turning to Rebekah, pressing a kiss to her cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to find Damon to take you home. You’d embarrassed yourself quite enough for one night.

You’d never admit that you were disappointed that Elijah didn’t try to stop you.

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One of the advantages to being a vampire was that you very rarely got a hangover. Instead, you just slept in a little, made a cup of coffee and did some yoga before heading out to treat yourself to lunch. You didn’t need to eat but you enjoyed the taste, there was much more variety in food than blood.

You'd only arrived in Mystic Falls a couple of days ago for your visit to see the Salvatore brothers and as such hadn't had a chance to try out the Mystic Grill. This seemed like a perfect fit opportunity. Something greasy would be perfect right about now.

The grill was a bit dingy but it worked for the place and you were happy to learn that they have a pretty good menu selection. Your excitement was soured though when Elijah decided to join you for lunch.

Dressed in yet another suit, no tie and the top buttons of his shirt undone, he oozes charm and money. Add in the handsome features and knockout smile and you were lost. You're sure back in the day the ladies with delicate constitutions had to keep their smelling salts close. You could easily have fainted over him.

But he wasn't interested in you, as he had made very clear, so you were just annoyed that he was existing in your space.

Elijah watched you eat for a few moments, clearly taking note of your reluctance to acknowledge him.

"For someone who's in love with me, you don't seem particularly happy to see me darling."

You groan quietly and lower your utensils. Wishing him away wasn't working.

"What do you want Elijah?" You sound bitter, even to your own ears. So much for attempting to sound neutral.

"One of my favourite people, who I haven't seen for a long time, has reappeared and I want to spend time with them. Is that too much to ask?"

You start eating again, using it to buy time. You had honestly missed his company. You just weren’t sure if you could bear him breaking your heart again, even accidentally and unintentionally. Luckily, he had more to say.

“Klaus told me off after you left, you know?”

You look at him in surprise.

“Told me that I’d wasted my best opportunity at happiness. Which is especially concerning considering who it was coming from.”

You nod your agreement. Klaus wasn’t exactly known for his sentimentality.

He continues, “would you believe that I really thought you were too good for me? That I really thought you weren’t interested?”

“Elijah, you can not be serious.” You pull a face at him. “I literally spent all of my time with you, hanging on your every word. I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth. How could you not have known?”

“I just thought you were being your usual effervescent self. I started dating again to try and let you go.”

Miscommunication. You shake your head. 30 years of heartbreak all because of miscommunication. God, you could bang the pair of your heads together. It’s basically a crappy romance novel. Ok, this is ok. You can fix this. You have pretty much forever left, after all.

Taking the initiative, you lean forward and grasp Elijah’s hand. His eyes fall to where you wrap your fingers around his. A hopeful look takes over his face as he returns to your eyes.

“Elijah?” You smile. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. You’re going to make it your personal mission to make him do it more often.

Lifting your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on them.

“I can think of nothing else I’d rather do.”

[golbinsstuff]

I am not the least bit surprised that Alaric tried to mold Hope into a protector of sorts to Lizzie and Josie or tried to turn her against her family. He was always guilt tripping her about her anger toward the world or her use of black magic (to solve a problem she took responsibility for!) But never punished Jo or told her to be stronger for her black magic.

No but for real! Let’s talk about this:

Alaric never saw Hope as a person. He saw a mini Klaus and treated her like it. It’s not surprising that No Humanity Hope hates everyone around her and wants to get away. The Squad treats her like a guard dog and her family abandoned her. I’d be pissed too.

And Jo using black magic and literally killing her sister and Alyssa yet having no consequences? Hope could never. Also let’s all revel in the hypocrisy that is Kaleb betraying them yet is still accepted. Personally him and Cleo deserve each other.

Hope hurt one person, who canonically used and mistreated her and suddenly the squad is like “oops she gotta go”. Let me tell you, if she was anything like her father, the squad would know. There would be no peace, there would be no banter. They would know what a Mikaelson is really like.

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

and all the magic we made (13/20)

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Love, they say, is as tragic as it gets. The pain he feels from letting her go tonight, is the same measure as the love he feels from getting to see her earlier. It’s made him a better man, this thing called love. It’s made him a father, a potential good one at that, or so he believes.

“Nik,” and just like that, all his relief and peacefulness is crushed.

Elijah Mikaelson opens the door to his hotel room, a big grin plastered on his lips and a glass of wine in hand.

Passed him, Klaus can see Rebekah and their eldest sister Freya, painting their nails while sitting on his bed. As Finn, their eldest brother as well as their youngest brother Henrik, sitting on the ground, playing video games.

There’s loud music, and laughter, and all the Mikaelson siblings stuffed together in one tiny room.

And it’s like it never was.

“You know,” Klaus chimes, walking passed Elijah and heading inside. “What I don’t get is,” he sighs, “why are all of you in my room when you sure as hell can afford to not only rent your own separate rooms, but buy this entire estate while you’re at it?”

Elijah simply smiles, shaking his head. “Well,” he says, “we could, rent our own rooms that is but, this is much more fun, isn’t it?”

Klaus sighs, his brother was clearly drunk, otherwise, he’d never use the word ‘fun’ so casually.

“Why are you all here anyway?” He wonders.

Elijah follows him inside, carefully closing the door behind him. “Kol invited us,” he sings. “He’s throwing a party, which calls for a sibling reunion, so it must be something important,” he informs Klaus - making him wonder what other surprises lie in store for him.

-

The invitation to Kol’s party travel’s throughout the town - from close family and friends, to even acquaintances, everyone seems to be hearing about this auspicious event.

Hayley Marshall looks through all her clothes - leather jackets, worn jeans, a revealing red dress or two…and that’s it.

She swears she must own something that is Mikaelson ball worthy.

And money is so tight this month that buying a new dress for herself, let alone for Hope, was almost impossible. Unless she gets lucky at the thrift store.

The thought of asking Marcel for help suddenly crosses her mind - he’s been there for her through it all. Through Hope’s terrible twos, last minute babysitting requests, even helping with late night laundry shifts.

She knows he feels strongly about her and spending more time with him might give him the wrong idea but, he’s her best friend. He’s the one she calls when she needs anything.

It’s so hard realizing that he can no longer be that person.

-

The theme is blue, pink and silver - blue for the way she looks when she finishes her favourite record and the emptiness that overcomes her. Pink for the way her cheeks tint when she sees a dog on the street. Silver for the small hints of it in her eyes - for that thin line down her back that shines in the light.

“C’mon Finn!” Kol exclaims, angrily glaring at the flower arrangements his older brother had just brought in. “I asked for carnations, these are begonias! Now everything is ruined!” He shouts, storming off.

Finn sighs, in disbelief. The dining hall Kol had rented out was large enough to accommodate half the town - and just everything from the satin table cloths, to the ice sculptured swans, heck, even the carefully written down name tags were just perfect.

But, Kol couldn’t see any of that.

Not when Freya was messing with the food table, again, and Rebekah was flirting with one of the waiters - Henrik being Henrik, was sneaking a peek at the cake and Klaus…was nowhere to be found.

“Brother,” he hears, as he stands outside the hall, exasperated.

“Elijah,” Kol said. “I can’t take another stressful situation so please, if this is about tonight’s event, do me a favour and -”

“It’s not about that,” Elijah confirms, which allows his brother to breathe easy for a moment. “Well, maybe a little bit,” he smirks, “I just want to know about…Davina.”

Kol bites his lip, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “What about her?”

“Just,” he shakes his head, taking another long look at his dearest younger brother. How much he’s changed, how much he’s grown. “Are you sure about this?”

He shakes his head, leaning his back against the brick wall behind them. “Of course I am,” he tells him, “I wouldn’t do all this if I wasn’t.” He assures Elijah.

And, truthfully, that’s all the resolve he needs. Elijah may be the overprotective type but, the one thing he will always be sure of, is that he trusts his family.

He trusts Kol.

-

“Sparkly,” Marcel says - catching her as she’s stepping into her new shoes, Jimmy Choo Cinderella heels in rose gold.

“Thanks,” she shrugs, feelings so unlike herself. “Kol picked everything out.”

“Right,” he nods, “about that, do you know why Kol is throwing this party?”

“No idea,” she says. “Maybe he’s trying to impress you?”

“Me?”

“Well, you are like the closest thing I have to a parent,” she reminds him. “And he never got your approval while we were dating - ”

“My approval?” Marcel scoffs. “What era are we in? Davina, you’re an adult, you don’t need my approval,” he releases but, something tells him that he might end up eating his words by the end of the night.

It takes Davina a moment to notice Marcel’s get up - a fitted light grey suit, a red tie, gold cuffs.

“Do you have a date for tonight?” She wonders.

Marcel is caught off guard. “Why do you ask that?” He questions.

“I-I just,” she knows…she’s known for years.

He’s been in love and tonight, he was finally going to tell her.

Hayley Marshall was sure in for a long night.

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His timing is impeccable - just when Hayley is about to call to cancel on her appearance tonight, there is a knock at her door.

She hears Hope running to it, and she swears, this child will be the end of her. She still hasn’t learned never to answer the door to strangers.

But, she had an instinct - she knows when her father is at the door. Even though she didn’t even know he is her father in the first place.

“Klaus!” She shouts, as he then places a finger in front of his lips, shushing her.

“I brought you and your mommy a present,” he simply says, “give to her for me, will you?” He requests as she nods and he makes his way back to his car before Hayley appears.

She only catches a glimpse of him as he leaves.

“Hope!” She shouts. “How many times have I told you not to -”

“Oh wow!” And, before her mother could even finish scolding her, Hope had already torn into the mysterious box and pulled out two gorgeous red gowns. “It’s dresses! And matching shoes and purses!”

She giggles, smiling widely from ear to ear - which, much to her mother’s dismay, allows her to put aside her anger for the time being.

Hayley admires Hope as she jumps around, trying on hew new slippers - holding the gown up against herself…she just looked so happy.

“They’re lovely,” she realizes. “We better hurry and get dressed up, Hope. Or we’re gunna be late.” She smiles.

-

“Hey Hayley, it’s Marcel - well, you already knew that. Anyway, so this Mikaelson party tonight is probably gunna a total eye roll. I was wondering if you, and Hope, wanted to make things a little more bearable tonight by being my dates? Let me know, call me back, please. I miss you.”

His breath is heavy as he puts down his phone.

Now all he has to do is wait - the anticipation might just kill him.

-

[galvanizedfriend]

The Wolf Outtake

This is a little outtake, if you will, of The Wolf universe. It actually fits within the post-TW2 headcanons I've been writing to keep myself happy, so somewhere in S3. It's something that would never fit within the actual story because it's pure domestic fluff. lol I wrote this for @recyclingss, baby Eve's number one fan who yells at me when the child doesn't make an appearance and who’s also the biggest cheerleader this story’s ever had. 💖

This is set much later in the future, and you will notice baby Eve is actually more of toddler Eve here, but I've removed any specific context to make it so this would fit into any point of The Wolf post S2E14, I guess.

Summary: Just random KC+baby moment in The Wolf. It's fluffy, domestic, features the child and Klaus' bitter feelings for Bayou wolves. Nobody asked for it, but I figured, after the WEEK we've all had, maybe people could use some fluff? Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

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Klaus doesn't even realize it's morning already until Caroline stirs next to him, making a lazy hum deep in her throat that pulls him out of his idle reverie. He blinks his surroundings back into focus; the fluorescence that had been filtering in through the windows last time he checked has now been replaced by warm sunlight. He didn’t even notice so much time had gone by.

Caroline rolled onto her side and was quickly lulled into blissful sleep after their late-night exertions. Klaus was distracted by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest for a long time until his mind was ensnared by its usual culprits, thoughts trapped in the latest batch of torments and woes to take over the Mikaelsons’ lives. 

 When Caroline opens her eyes and offers him a slow smile, Klaus feels himself touch ground again.

 "'Morning," she slurs in that husky voice, still thick with sleep.

 "Good morning, sweetheart," he replies with a short grin.

 Caroline yawns as she stretches out her body under the thin sheet covering her modesty.

 "Did you sleep at all?" she asks, blinking sluggishly at him.

 "I'm well-rested, if that's what you're asking."

 "It's not." Caroline props herself up on one elbow to stare levelly at him. Some of that drowsiness in her eyes dissipates, disappointment panging through him for bringing her back to the harshness of reality so fast. This is why, sometimes, especially on those not-so-rare nights when he ends up not getting any sleep, he'd rather not stay in bed. It allows the reprieve that slumber offers Caroline to last a little while longer. "Is it about Elijah?" she inquires, a knowing look on her face.

 Klaus' eyes wander away from hers. "It's about everything," he states vaguely, but not untruthfully. 

 Caroline hums unconvinced. "While I know you don't need to sleep, I also know it spells nothing but trouble when you can’t. It’s never good when you spend the whole night thinking."

 "Well, not the whole night," he says with a suggestive leer. "I did spend a good portion of the time engaged in far more pleasant activities."

 She rolls her eyes at him, but her smile is more than a little satisfied when she leans into him. "You're not as smooth as you think, Mikaelson."

 "I beg to differ." Caroline chuckles, shifting under the sheets to press herself against his side, placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, his jaw. Klaus snakes a hand around her back, pulling her closer still, feeling the familiar stirrings of heat in his underbelly. "Shall I prove my point?" he all but purrs.

 Caroline smirks against the corner of his mouth, her palm coming to rest on his chest. Klaus covers her hand with his, angling his face to take her mouth into a kiss. Her breasts pressing against his skin sends a tingle shooting through his body, and his other hand is already sliding down her spine, ready to guide her to straddle him, when lively conversation in the next room makes them pause.

 "Oh-oh," Caroline mutters. "I guess that means Mr. Wolfy is up early today."

 Klaus lets out a disappointed sigh.

 Eve doesn't cry so much when she wakes up anymore. Now, she either stays quietly in her crib until someone sees to her, or she starts playing with her toys. A social butterfly like her mother, she loves to engage in complex conversations with that hideous stuffed wolf Jackson gave her and her absolute favorite toy, the wooden knight Klaus carved for Rebekah when they were children.

 When he started to wake up to the sound of her talking to herself, he became worried, thinking maybe she was seeing things they weren't - which, in New Orleans, could mean a number of horrifying deals. But Caroline assured him that it is perfectly normal for young children to talk to inanimate objects, especially one who lives exclusively amongst adults.

 Apparently, it's good exercise for her imagination, or something.

 When Klaus is watching her, he will make a point to take part in her debates, always highlighting Mr. Knight's grandeur compared to Mr. Bog Scum. 

 "Sweetheart, this filthy dog here is the enemy. He wants to shroud you in flannel, carry you away to the swamp and bore you to sleep. Mr. Knight is here to save you from this stinky animal's claws."

 He's convinced one day she'll understand what he means.

 What’s most troublesome, however, is that Eve has started to attempt to climb out of her crib on her own. They always lock the other door to her bedroom when she's asleep, but the door connecting her room to Caroline's is always left unlocked for safety reasons. One of these days, Klaus thinks, their little wolf is going to catch mommy and daddy in very compromising positions. The idea mortifies him, especially because he and Caroline can get a tad carried away. They are a hybrid and a near-hybrid, after all. Too much energy and whatnot.

 "No rest for the wicked," Caroline speaks around a sigh before peeling away from him. Klaus watches her naked form with wistfulness as she climbs out of bed, his prospect of a lovely morning enterprise disappearing alongside the shape of her beautiful breasts as she shrugs on a fleece robe.

 Caroline vamps off to the en suite bathroom to freshen up a bit and then follows to Eve's room.

 "Good morning, sweet cheeks!" she greets their daughter sunnily. "Good morning to you, too, Mr. Wolfy!" Oh, for goodness' sake, Klaus curses inwardly. "And Mr. Knight!" Much better.

 Minutes later, Caroline returns with Eve, comfortable in fresh diapers, right on her heels, carrying Mr. Inconvenient and Mr. Knight.

 When she sees Klaus, she takes off towards the bed, her little legs getting more and more agile by the day. He pulls the sheets and covers up to his chest while she tries to hoist herself up. With ease, using just one hand, Klaus lifts her up and puts her sitting on his stomach.

 "Good morning, my littlest wolf," he says. "Where's my kiss?"

 His daughter leans down and smacks a loud kiss on his cheek, and then holds Mr. Fleabag close to him for a kiss as well. Klaus makes a face. "Not the dog, Eve."

 "Seriously?" Caroline says with a bored air about her. "You're antagonizing a stuffed animal now?"

 "This thing is a health hazard."

 "That thing has a cute little name, Mr. Wolfy, and your daughter loves him."

 "I refuse to treat a swamp dog as though it were a gentleman. Besides, I'm sure she loves Mr. Knight way more, don't you, love? Where's Mr. Hero?" She shouts something that sounds like Miter Nigh before pushing it onto Klaus' face. He cracks a proud smile at her. "There you go." He attacks her with tickles, and Eve bursts with sweet laughter.

 Caroline shakes her head at him, but he notices she's quite clearly biting back on a smile. "You're impossible."

 "I’m quite possible, I assure you," he replies smoothly. "Where are you going?" he asks when she starts tying her hair into a ponytail and taking clothes from her drawers.

 "Running with Marcel."

 "Oh, for goodness' sake," he protests. "Can you believe this, Eve? It's not even seven in the morning and your mother is willingly stepping out of the house to run. I sometimes fear she might be a psychopath."

 She scoffs loudly. "You would know, wouldn't you?" While she walks by him to go into the en suite, she slaps him lightly across the legs. "Stop telling my child that I'm a psycho, psycho."

 "How else am I supposed to explain this insanity? What kind of person runs for pleasure when there is an infinite array of far more gratifying activities to invest your energy into? Just now we were about to -"

 "Not in front of the small child, Klaus!" she chides from the bathroom.

 "She doesn't know what daddy is talking about, do you, love?" Eve giggles while he lifts her up above him, holding her like a flying superhero. "Blissfully clueless."

 Caroline steps back into the room, already in her exercise gear. Klaus lets out an infinitely despondent sigh. He would love nothing more than to get her out of those.

 "It's inappropriate conversation to have in front of the toddler," she remarks, putting on the smartwatch she bought recently to exercise with and measure her sleep patterns or whatever the bloody hell that is. She showed him all of this gizmo’s functionalities, swearing it’s the best thing ever invented by human minds. Klaus thinks it’s adorable, however incomprehensible, that someone with such close ties with the supernatural world would still be so impressed by technology. There’s literally nothing that cannot be sorted through magic. How is a watch that counts steps supposed to awe you once you’ve seen someone brought back from the dead? Caroline’s attachment to her humanity goes way beyond her empathy. "Besides, it was gonna be a quick activity because I'd go meet Marcel anyway,” she adds after a beat.

 "I can make you see stars in five minutes," he leers, a smirk growing on his face.

 Caroline whips her face at him with what is clearly an attempt at outrage but turns into something else when she can't hold her own smile. She can't deny him when his point was proved just the night before. Several times, in fact.

 "Shut up," she retorts simply. "Can you give her breakfast? I left chopped fruits in the fridge. You can wait about an hour after the bottle and give it to her as a little treat - not Fruit Loops."

 "She loves that thing."

 "Of course she does, it's pure sugar. That's exactly why we don't let her have it all the time. She needs to eat real fruits."

 Klaus rolls his eyes, sitting up in bed and putting the baby beside him. "Honestly, sweetheart, your mother sometimes..." 

 Caroline narrows her eyes at him. "You really love to make yourself out to be the cool parent, don't you?"

 "I don't have to make myself out to be anything, love. I am the parent who doesn't deny her the little joys of sugary treats. If that makes me cool, then you’ve only got yourself to blame." 

 "You're the parent who'll spoil her rotten, that’s what. Let's see how you'll feel when she's 16 and her boyfriend is climbing the balcony in her room in the middle of the night because she never learned how to take a no."

 "Oh, I would love for her suitors to climb her window in the middle of the night. It’ll be the last thing they do,” he says, smiling innocently at Eve.

 “You’ll be such a ray of sunshine when she starts dating.”

 “As per usual," he says with a bite of arrogance. "Hold the child so I can get decent, will you?"

 Caroline picks Eve up and keeps her looking firmly the other way while Klaus flashes out of bed and into the bathroom. He hears Caroline teasing her with “Where did daddy go?” and laughing at what he knows is Eve's extremely confused but astonished face. She thinks they're magicians. It's one of her favorite things, to watch as Klaus makes full use of his vampire speed to all but vanish right before her eyes. Modern technology has got nothing on him.

 There's something extremely heartwarming about his daughter's innocence. One day, she'll be old enough to understand why he can do the things he does. When that day comes, Klaus will cease to be a creature of magic and wonder, to become what he truly is: darkness made flesh. 

 He has never been ashamed of what he is, hardly ever had any qualms with filling the villain shoes, quite glad to do it, in fact, but he suddenly finds himself dreading the day when his child will figure out what it means to carry the Mikaelson name. When their family’s history will weigh down on her shoulders as it does on theirs.

 While making people cower in fear at the mere sound of his name has brought him an obscene amount of satisfaction and pride over the centuries, Klaus has to admit he's fascinated by the pure sparkle in his child's eyes. She's the first human being in a millennium who does not see even a fraction of monstrosity in him, no shadow, no taints, no mortal flaws. Not yet, anyway. All she sees is a funny man who makes her laugh and can hold her up with his finger, tells her stories about evil werewolves and keeps her safe and that's enough for her to adore him. Sometimes, he feels unworthy of such love. As though he's a fraud, deceiving his own daughter and taking advantage of her innocence.

 It still astonishes him that he should ever be capable of making something as pure and bright as that little girl. In a thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson has only ever brought misery and pain into this world. Eve is the first genuinely good thing he's ever done. Then, of course, she inherited all of that from her mother, who holds herself open for compassion and kindness even though she is herself in a symbiotic existence with her own beast. Caroline has taken control of her darkness in ways Klaus doesn't think he's ever seen a vampire as young as her do before. She truly is extraordinary, and every day he hopes, from the bottom of his withered heart, that Eve will turn out to be every inch Caroline's daughter more so than his.

 Klaus can still smell last night’s sex all over himself, so he takes a quick shower and puts on a pair of denims and a shirt and vamps back to the room again, just to surprise Eve. She gasps when he materializes next to her, flinching, and then starts laughing like a little maniac, reaching out to him. 

 "Remember," Caroline says as she lets Eve slide over to Klaus' arms. "Bottle, fruits. No Fruit Loops. I'll tell your other child you said hi."

 "A child who enjoys running has clearly learned nothing from me," he grumbles. “Hopefully I’ll do a better job with this one.” 

 “Start by not feeding her Fruit Loops,” Caroline remarks with a grin before she smacks a loud kiss on Eve's cheek and then one on his.

 When she’s gone, Klaus turns to look at his little wolf, watching him with those dark blues of hers as though she's studying her father. Sometimes he wonders if toddlers know more than they let on.

 "Do you want to do magic?"

 "Yes!" she practically screams, her face splitting with a wide, toothy grin.

 "Get ready, then. Are you ready?" She gives him an exaggerated nod. "Keep your eyes open. One, two..." And then he flashes out of the room with her.

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