#if marcel and rebekah met when marcel was a newly turned vampire. one thing.

[philtatosbuck]

no matter how strange marcel and rebekah is they could have easily fixed it with having rebekah be daggered while marcel was being raised sure it'd still be weird but it wouldn't be As weird.

[rere-the-writer]

hey!! If it’s not too much to ask, could I request a kol x reader where the reader is a witch and a doppelgänger? Like somehow the reader and Elena are both doppelgängers, but after Klaus broke the curse the reader was able to live a fairly normal life in New Orleans, that is until Esther comes back. Maybe because of Klaus’ presence in Nola the reader has allied with Marcel for protection, resulting in her befriending Davina and encountering the newly resurrected kol? Kol attacks her when he sees her because he thinks she’s Elena, but when she overpowers him with her magic he realizes she’s not Elena. They eventually become friends and start to develop feelings for each other maybe? I hope that isn’t too specific. I really just would like something a little angsty and fluffy with witch! Kol. I really admire your work. It’s very uplifting and comforting, especially, your kol content. He’s my comfort character but I’ve exhausted the supply of fluffy kol fics 😅 Thanks! Make sure to take care of yourself, love ❤️

I'm glad you like my Kol. Time for some fluff for my baby boy.

Warnings- Fluff, Kol be simpin', A bit of angsty

You had been living in New Orleans for a year now to be away from Katherine and Elena as you were a different doppelganger and still carried the Petrova family name. You were a powerful witch and didn't care that Elena was like your long distance cousin because of the bloodline you shared.

Once you had heard Klaus was spotted in Mystic Falls, much to Elena's disappointment you got the hell out of dodge not wanting to be used by the Original as you knew your family's history with the Mikaelsons. Marcel had took you under his wing much like Davina as you help teach the younger witch to control her magic.

You were angry that your life had been fucked over because of Katherine but after Klaus broke his curse you were able to life a normal life in New Orleans that was until a pregnant wolf and Esther coming back.

"The Originals are in town be careful." Marcel told you knowing if Klaus knew of another doppelganger you would be in danger. But Elijah knew about you as he came to you about Davina and you managed to tell him she wasn't a threat.

"So your family has history with the Mikaelsons?"

"You could say that De."

You could feel Esther's magic as it was heavy in the air even more after Davina told you she brought back Kol. It happened in a blur you were held against a wall by your thoat.

"You killed me litt...." Kol was cut off holding his head as you looked down at Kol with a glare as your hand was in a fist.

"I am not Elena, vampire." You growled as Kol felt like his head was on fire as the pain was unbearable. Kol could see that you may have the same face as Elena, your hair was cut short and curled as you got tired of people mistaken you for Elena or Katherine.

"I see....that....now....you're a powerful....witch." Kol panted as you let him go and Kol couldn't help but stare at you. You were attractive and Kol cursed to hisself now seeing what his brother's saw in the Petrova women.

"And you are annoying Kol Mikaelson."

"Forgive me but I don't know your name."

"And you won't." You say walking away leaving Kol laying there as he got up before deciding to ask Elijah.

"You ran into Y/N Petrova?" Elijah questioned his younger brother putting down his book catching Klaus's attention. Kol had got to Elijah to see if he knew anything and was glad.

"Yes so she is a doppelganger?"

"Yes, it surprised Niklaus when Katherine threw her under the bus. Y/N is the last pure blood Petrova witch." Elijah says as Klaus smirking sitting down remembering when he found you on the third day of him being New Orleans. Unlike Katherine and Elena, you didn't fear Klaus as proven when you made his heart stop when he tried taking you from Marcel.

"She is a little feisty witch. Rebekah likes her better than Katherine and Elena which is saying something."

"Oh?" Kol said standing smirking as Elijah and Klaus knew that smirk this crazy boy was going to try to date you.

"Be care Kol. If Marcellus doesn't kill you then she will."

When you got a call from Klaus saying he needed a powerful witch to weaken the hybrids under mother's control you thought he would talk to Davina.

'I need a Petrova witch love.' Was what Klaus told you and you walked into the compound annoyed when Kol smirked following you up stairs.

"Any plans this weekend?"

"Non of your business." You said annoyed hoping that Kol would have lost interest in you by now but the wildest Mikaelson just fell harder with every name calling and magic sent his way.

"Maybe I could take you out."

"No." You told him glaring but it didn't stop Kol from trying to ask you out or buying you flowers and gifts.

"De! I AM IN LOVE WITH AN IDIOT!" You shouted one morning scaring Davina when you came into your shared apartment. You founded yourself falling for Kol which to you was an idiot and didn't know why. You spent the day ranting to Davina that you couldn't love Kol because he was a Mikaelson and you were a Petrova.

"Hello darling."

"What do you want idiot?" You asked working on a spell to help Elijah when Kol had came over and stepped up behind you. You looked up at Kol and your breathing hitched seeing how close he was and your eyes flickered to his lips.

"I was....hoping that...you would finally. " Kol muttered leaning in as your cheeks flushed moving in also and his lips were on yours. The kiss was explosive as sparks flew and you moan against his mouth kissing back.

"Does this mean you like me and we can see one another?" Kol asked sounding unsure his cheeks tinted red as you smiled softly for the first time since he met you.

"Yeah, you goof." You whispered as Kol brighen kissing you again and let out a whine when you pulled away.

"I need to finish this spell." You tell him letting the vampire cling to you watching you work.

It didn't take Marcel and the other Mikaelsons to notice that Kol and you were seeing one another a lot more. You had managed to mellow Kol out as he now turned all of his focus on you. But one thing you and he agreed on was not tell anyone that he proposed eight months into your relationship as you both didn't know how Klaus would react.

"Cute place."

"What do you want Katherine? I thought you didn't want to be anywhere near Nik?" You questioned walking in to your apartment seeing Katherine sitting in a chair drinking your good wine.

"You cut your hair."

"What do you want?" You asked glaring as your magic was stirring up as Katherine huffed before spotting the engagement ring on your hand.

"You're engaged?"

"Yes now Katherine what do you want?!"

"Fine....I need help and you are the only powerful witch I know. Elena had turned off her humanity and I know you have a spell to get her to turn it on."

"Since when did you care about Elena?" You questioned pulling out your grimoire as Katherine watched you huffing sipping her wine.

"The brothers are boring and all angsty over it. It is annoying but I hear you and Kol are a thing."

"That is non of your business." You tell her getting to work then dropped a small bottle in her hand.

"Have Elena drink that it'll compel her to turn it back on." You tell Katherine as she smirked thanking you before leaving and while she was at it sent a text to Klaus that you were engaged to Kol.

Klaus was angry when he learned of you and Kol ever more angry when learning that Kol was going move out of the city with you after your marriage. In Klaus's eyes you were taking what was his while both Rebekah and Elijah was happy for Kol.

"Go warn her. I'll hold Niklaus back." Elijah told Kol hearing Klaus growled throwing things. Kol was quick to head to your place which smiled brightly seeing him walking in.

"So what kind of cake....Kol are you okay?" You asked seeing how terrified your future husband looked. Kol cupped your face tearing up as if to commit your face to memory.

"Nik knows and is coming for you....you need to run and hopefully he'll calm down and we can marry."

"Kol.....I....don't want....to live...like Katherine had.....please don't." You whimpered as he kissed you gently and helped you pack. That night after using magic to hide your tracks, Kol went to blows with Klaus while Katherine suffered at the hand of Elijah when he learned the vampire was the one to ruin Kol's slice of happiness.

"Come on Elijah, the little witch could use so....." Katherine was cut off when Elijah slammed her against a wall hand warped around her thoat.

"If Y/N dies in the hands of Niklaus, I will not be merciful Katerina."

Four years you were on the run visiting Kol's favorite places which made you feel closer to the Original while learning new magic's getting stronger. You sat in your London flat watching the snow falling gently while unconsciously playing with your engagement ring while thinking about Kol.

"Darling can you let me in?" You heard Kol ask making you rush to the door tearing it open letting him. You jumped up into his arms kissing him deeply pulling a deep moan from Kol.

"You're here! Oh my god I missed you. Never again idiot." You said inbetween kisses as Kol smiled looking up at you with adoration.

"I missed you too darling. You did a better job at hiding than Katherine."

"Wait.! But Klaus?"

"It took three years but Elijah and Rebekah calmed him then I spent a year looking for you." Kol said kissing you again as he took you to your bed relearning one another's body.

"You kept it."

"Yeah....ask me again." You tell him taking the ring off as Kol slipped out of your bed getting on one knee.

"Please marry me? You gorgeous, beautiful woman that I would be honored to be her husband."

"Yes....a thousands times yes." You said tears falling as Kol smiled putting the ring back on your hand. Kol rushed up kissing you again as you both fell back into the bed.

"I love you, my beloved."

"I love you too, Kol." You whispered back as you both finally got to be happy.

[wolfiepheanix]

How you meet

Klaus Mikaelson

You were new to the way earth had evolved since you’ve been dead. Your name is Y/N Dubois, related to Celeste Dubois. She was sadly killed and you were too but then you just got resurrected. You haven’t aged at all, you are still young and drop dead gorgeous but you still need to catch up with the world. You were in your old dress, the one you died in. It was very old and dirty but still looked decent even though it was vintage. As you were walking through New Orleans, you come across a man in a man with dark hair and was wearing a suit. You immediately recognized him when he turned around. It was Elijah Mikaelson. So, you immediately went over to him, bunching your dress up bit to make it easier to walk fast. “Elijah?!” You exclaimed, your throat sore and dry. This caused him to immediately turn his head and cock an eyebrow at you before he recognized you. “Y-Y/N? This can’t be...” He muttered before going to help you, he guided you to where him and his family stayed. Y/N knew Elijah had siblings but never got the chance to meet them back than up until now. “My, my... Who do we have here?” You looked around and soon spotted a tall man with curly dirty blond hair. You immediately thought he was attractive but ignored that and spoke up for yourself. “I am not a what. More or so whom.” You obviously weren’t great with comebacks yet but you didn’t care. “This is Y/N... Dubois..” Klaus paused for a moment, “As in C-” Klaus got cut off by Elijah nodding and asking him to assist you with finding better clothing to wear.. Clothing that suits this century. While you and Klaus were alone together you told him a lot about yourself and he sort of did as well. Just not as much as you.

Rebekah Mikaelson

Rebekah was on her way to Marcel. She wanted to see if he would allow her on his side against Klaus. She, obviously, still had faint feelings for him. She used her vampire speed to get to where he was faster. As soon as she got there, he was training some new vampires. Y/N was one of them, she looked uninterested and bored. She obviously knew about the vampire world. She was also born a witch so she is confused whether she has powers or not. She started to open her mouth to speak when Marcel asked the vampires if they would help him. “No.” Everyone but Y/N said yes, she never liked Marcel. She used to, but not now. “Who said that?” Marcel questioned causing Y/N to instantly speak out. “I did. I was a witch and you took that away from me. I don’t want to work for you, not now, not ever. Got it?” Y/N has always been one to speak her mind about certain things and this would be one of them. “For a newly turned vamp you are extremely cocky... Rebekah Mikaelson... To what do I owe the pleasure?” He changed the subject, not used to many people speaking up to him. Rebekah thought she was here to ask to be in an alliance but as soon as she saw Y/N, her thoughts were different. “I want her.” She said, pointing at Y/N with a small smirk. Y/N crossed her arms, turning her head to look at Rebekah. ‘God damn she’s hot...’ You thought but your mouth opened saying something different. “Let’s see, 1. No one owns me. 2. As much as I want to get away from this, I don’t know who you are.” You had an inkling that she was an important person since you could see the nostalgia on both Marcel and the girls face. Marcel cleared his throat, “Take her. I don’t care. She won’t be no help to me if she doesn’t want to work for me.” With that being said, you shrugged and walked over to the blonde, Rebekah. You both became very close although, her brothers were very skeptical of you.

Elijah Mikaelson

Y/N had been walking late at night in New Orleans, you didn’t know anything of the supernatural so this came as a complete shock to you when someone snatched you into an alley way and compelled you to stay calm and be quiet. Fangs grew from the persons gums and veins protruded from under their eyes before they sunk their fangs into the skin on your neck, sucking your blood. They drank till you were almost dry of blood and decided to leave you their to die before speeding away. Luckily, Elijah had been taking a night stroll and heard a body drop with his enhanced hearing. He quickly went to where he heard the noise and found Y/N nearly dead. He quickly rolled up his sleeve, bit into his wrist and fed her some of his blood. He was a little late, she died with his blood in her veins. Elijah cursed to himself before he picked her up, bridal style and carried her to the compound. He put her in a dark room so when she awoke and fed, if she chose to, she wouldn’t burn. Hours later, it was early in the morning when she woke up. Elijah had heard her groan, he left his conversation with Klaus and went to check on her. He knocked on the door, hearing a strangled come in. Y/N was sitting up on the bed with a scared look on her face. Elijah started to calm her down before explaining everything to her about what she could be and what is happening to her. “You need to drink human blood to complete the transition...” He said, putting a blood bag on the nightstand. “It is your choice if you want to become a vampire. If you choose to do so, I will help you through it..” In the end, you chose to drink the blood and transition into a vampire. Elijah helped you every step of the way.

Kol Mikaelson

You and Kol met back when he was human, which was so long ago. You both were best friends, lovers dare I say. You were turned into a hybrid just like Klaus was. Except you were a witch and a vampire. Soon after that, you had disappeared as if you didn’t exist. Kol thought you died during the transition process but after years of thinking about it and then him being daggered in a coffin for centuries passed by time. You were still alive and roaming the town, Mystic Falls. Little did you know, Kol and his family were in town. A few days later you were helping Elena and her friends with Klaus but you didn’t know Kol and Elijah were there. So, while you were the diversion, Kol came out of no where, causing you to gasp. “Kol?” Y/N called out, stopping him in his tracks, causing him to tear up and say your name. Damon went up behind Kol, about to stab him in the back. “No!” Y/N shouted, crying out as she raised her hand and flung Damon away from Kol. After debating whether to reunite with the Mikaelsons or help the Mystic Falls gang, you chose the Mikaelsons. You had more history with them although you never liked their ways of dealing with things.

[fandomosity]

The Other Girl in Town

Loosely based on Season 3 Episode 8 “The Other Girl in New Orleans” in which Aurora, Rebekah’s first sire, and Niklaus’s first love, takes Klaus’s favorite person in an attempt to eliminate the competition for Klaus’s love.

Summary: Aurora arrives into your town after hearing Klaus has fallen for someone new. That someone is you, who has been with Klaus for nearly five years and has been Rebekah’s best friend for longer. You are no stranger to being kidnap since Klaus is the most powerful and feared original with enemies all across the world.

Part 2

4,200 word count

“Beks, are you ready to go or what?” you had been irritated at the time crunch you’d been put in. Rebekah taking nearly thirty minutes over the set leaving time and your sister, Alex calling you every five minutes to see if you guys had left yet. It was always stressful in December since you had to remind not only your family but the Mikaelsons to get along not to mention since you turned 18 you hosted friends Christmas and new years eve parties year after year in attempts to maintain the peace with neighbors and your roommates, the Mikaelsons. But this year it was hosted by the town’s mayor who graciously invited the Mikaelsons simply out of courtesy to you since your father was a chairman in maintaining order between the supernatural and humans. “Why is your skirt shorter?” her voice was smooth and the disappointment clear within the tone. Your gaze follows Rebekah as she walked down the grand staircase she insisted on having. The glitter red top simmering as the lights flickered on at the lack of sunlight. “I hemmed it. Please, can we go?” your voice sounded strange to you, strained and tired at how much effort you had put into everything all month. At the bottom of the steps Marcel holds his hand out to guide Rebekah to the car and you silently thank him for hurrying her along. “Will you hem mine?” you love Rebekah and the simple request that falls from her glittery pink lips makes you cave. You wanted to be on time for the new years party but you were already late so what could another thirty minutes be on that times table? You nodded, your hands held out as Rebekah uses her vampire speed to collect all you need to shorten her matching skirt. That was what the four of you wanted, you, Rebekah, Freya and your sister. Rebekah finding these long sleeve glitter bodysuits that went perfectly to the black skirt you had made for your sister months ago. “It’s a quick hem, so try not to sit on anything rough that’ll rip the thread okay?” your voice came out before you could register the words and Rebekah nods as she holds out her hand to help you get off your knees. “Well, are we going or what?” Niklaus’s voice boomed from the kitchen and you could tell he’s a bit grumpy at the suit you placed him in. ‘I’ll wear it because you asked, but don’t think I’ll enjoy it, love.’ his earlier words ringing in your head as Rebekah shouts that she’ll be in the car. -- The ride to the hotel was short with Nik’s quick driving you hardly allowed him to drive since unlike him and his siblings you were human and therefore slightly fragile. When you first met Rebekah you had wanted to turn, being only fourteen you thought it would be the coolest thing to be invincible but your mind quickly soured on the idea when Marcel ripped out the heart of a vampire football player right in front of you. You later told Rebekah that if you could die just as easily you saw no point in changing. She agreed she knowing the hardships of being a vampire so since those days in high school you had not discussed it again. When Niklaus opens your car door and raises an eyebrow at you suddenly your cheeks begin to tinge pink. He helped you down and kissed your pink cheeks letting you know he found it cute when you blushed. His suit was immaculately pressed with not a single wrinkle insight. His blazer matched your silver glitter top. You had sworn to never turn into the couple that matched at parties but as the years went by and you saw more people do it you decided to take the chance that year. Buying him a silver glitter blazer and praying it wouldn’t need alterations because you were going to surprise him with it. To which he groaned lowly and playfully told you that you’d owe him another gift in return for him complying with your demand. So there the four of you were at the entrance of the hotel’s ballroom with Rebekah in her red glitter top, black skirt, and booties that matched your outfit. While Marcel and Niklaus had matching glitter blazers only his red like Rebekah. The lot of you were greeted by different people on the council who recognized you with kind eyes only to turn angry at the lot you were with. Many had concerns that you would end up like them because you hung out with them so much being so engraved into their lives. Somehow you had parted with them and found yourself standing next to your sister who wore the gold glitter set with her boyfriend, Freya with her red glitter set and your father’s co-worker. Your sister Alexandra had made it clear to everyone in the room she had supported your relationships with the Mikaelsons’ by branding herself your defender. Anytime a snarky remark was made about you or Nik, she’d rip them apart with her words. This made you unease since you had garnered a lot of enemies by being close to the Mikaelsons’ and you were in a rush to watch your sister share the same fate. Across the room, you saw Elijah and his hybrid girlfriend sparkled green and you wondered if standing in solidarity was truly the right way to go tonight. The Mikaelsons not exactly easily liked. When Niklaus wraps his arms around your waist pulling your backside to his front you can’t help but smile and agree that it was the right move to make. Your father’s co-worker rolls his eyes at Nik before excusing himself leaving you slightly annoyed. It’s when Nik sweeps your body onto the dance floor leaving everyone behind that you feel yourself relax into the crook of his neck. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers “Where are you, my love?” without much effort you sigh ready to spill your worries and anxieties to him in the middle of the crowd. “t Your so far away, why is that?” he spins you and your slight swaying motion you called dancing begins to fade as the music shifts to a faster beat. “I- I am just worried. That’s all. I know you and your brothers have been on your guys’ best behavior,” you take Nik’s hand and gently guide him away from the dance floor, away from Rebekah, Elijah and Kol’s earshot. “But I’m worried it is not enough.” you want to tell him what people say at your college classes when they whisper things about you and your friendship with the Originals but you hold back. It is always a sensitive topic between you and Niklaus mostly due to his fear of you realize he isn’t worth your time, fear that you’ll wake up one day on your shared bed and resent him for all the trouble he’s brought into your life, wake up and realize it was never love in fact only an infatuation with the bad boy that drew you in. you both have always been honest with each other never telling anything but the truth because you’ve seen how secrets fester and rot relationships all you had to do was look at his family’s relationships. “It’ll be enough. Besides, love, haven’t seen Kol this contained since we were newly vampires.” his thumb runs over the knuckles on the back of your hand and slowly but surely you nod at the comment. Even Rebekah had remarked on his self-control. He moves your hand to his lips placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles and you let out a breath you weren’t sure why you were holding. “There’s been talk…” your voice trails off not wanting to reveal the real truth, the one he ignores as he stays in his mansion painting the days away. His eyes beg for you not to ruin the night but you know it has to be said. “There’s been talk that this small town isn’t big enough for the whole Mikaelson family. That some want your brothers and you to move on, that I keep you here and if I weren’t here you all would leave.” Niklaus closes his eyes and you feel yours prick with tears not having told him all of it. It doesn’t matter what you do next because without a second pause Kol strides up to the both of you and smiles his charming smile. “I must say, Y/N, these blazers are quite scratchy.” Kol laughs as his hands slide down his glitter green blazer that matched Elijah’s. “But unfortunately I must borrow my brother. It’s-” his lips pressed in a thin line as his brown eyes glazed over you to look at your left where Nik stood ridged. “-quite urgent.” you nod your head and give Nik a quick kiss on the lips before moving your way to the bar where you’ll gather liquid courage. You knew that despite what you tried to tell yourself you knew Niklaus was still the same monster everyone cowered from. Even if you were home and could walk into his studio to find him in a long black robe just awoken mixing and swatching paint that on the days you worked late serving burgers and fries that Nik wasn’t home. He’d magically turn into the ruthless man everyone feared, with dried blood on his hands or splatters across his shirt. You knew he turned into a monster around others but never with you which is why when Kol or Elijah come strolling his away with a glint of anger in their eyes masked by a burst of laughter you knew not to ask questions you didn’t want the answers to. You knew to leave, find a book or headphones to drown the thoughts of Klaus being cruel of him being the truly wicked king he’d crowned himself to be. It had been that way for years, with all the honest talks about how cruel he had been in the past you knew as well as he that you’d rather shield yourself from that version of him than to try to change him which was as hard as pushing a boulder over a mountain. You had changed him though, in little ways, he smiled more and openly kissed you in public when before he had hardly held your hand when you both went out together before he had a permanent scowl etched across his features. -- No matter how hard Niklaus scrubbed his hands in the men’s washroom he couldn’t remove the blood that stained his nail beds or that had splattered on his white button up. He had just ripped out the heart of his first sire and was about to rip out the heart of Elijah’s first sire when Kol sliced off the head splattering blood just about everywhere. The threat had been subdued with death yet again. His family preferring to completely end the threat than allowing it to continue even though they had friendships with such people. Elijah’s call really. Ending violence with a slaughter of entire communities. After nearly two years of being with Y/N, he decided to lay low, to quit making enemies for the sake of Y/N being allowed to live in the town she loved and be able to thrive. After five years Klaus was a double-sided coin, vicious with his brothers and kind with Y/N. he had learned to navigate both worlds carefully if his girlfriend wanted to know about this side of him all she had to do was ask and he’d tell her reluctantly but she never asked and he was grateful. -- You saw Nik before he saw you and with how many shots you had taken you were sure you could tell him what you had to say without being a coward and hiding. You strode up to him and his smile instantly lit the room or so you thought. Something about him was off and you knew if you asked he’d have to tell you the world he held from you so you instead blurt out “the council got me a scholarship and accepted to a school out of state. To get my masters.” the words felt like vomit as you took in his shocked expression turn into a deep set scowl. Freya who stood next to you had widened her eyes at how blunt you were, she knew you had debated how and when to tell him and how nervous you had been all evening but she had never expected you to tell him with such a crowd surrounding the both of you. “I think we better get going. Freya, Y/N, let’s go.” Rebekah’s voice shining through as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to you. Whether she was mad or not you couldn’t tell and didn’t care. All you cared about was shoving the words back into your mouth as you watched Niklaus’ eyes turn into his wolf one’s and turn his back on you so suddenly you were sure you were going to fall on the floor crying. When Freya and Rebekah pushed you out the door followed by Marcel and your sister you sank to the ground upset at how you hurt Nik. Alex said her goodbyes and Freya slid in the back seat of her car waiting for Rebekah and Marcel. “I fucked up.” your voice trembled and you felt uneasy. Freya gave you a sympathetic smile before sliding her hand into yours. Your eyes find the clock on the dashboard: 11 pm. “It’ll be all right.” -- It was not all right, to say the least. You had come home to find Niklaus breaking his entire art studio in a fit of rage. The favorite painting of yours with a moon and stars that rivaled Van Gogh’s starry night was ripped right in front of you as tears streamed both your faces. “So they want you to leave me-” Nik smashed a vase of pretty pink roses, you had clipped from your garden from him, against the wall. “They want to lure me out of town by hoping I follow you.” the table holding his paint and brushes slammed against the floor as he flipped it. “You wouldn’t have told me unless you were considering leaving.” Nik ripped the last of his paintings and your heart sank at how hurt he truly was at you considering on leaving. Even if you had considered leaving you would have begged him to come with you because you loved him. “I needed to-” you stopped abruptly as a low growl came from his throat. It wasn’t that you were scared, you had seen him transform into his wolf form even scratched behind his ears as he played with the dogs in that form. What stopped you were deep down you knew you would have left if he didn’t want to go with you and you don’t want that to be true like he says it to be. “What did you need to?” his voice settling on calm, the anger slipping away as he hears the softness in your tone. “I needed to tell you before someone had mentioned it. Before you thought I didn’t tell you because I was leaving without you. I wanted to tell you the week they-” your voice trailed you knew you made no sense that he was struggling to understand as he cocks his head to the side. “I’m sorry.” your voice is barely above a whisper but he hears it with such ease that he makes a few quick strides to you closing the gap. His arms wrap around your body and kiss the top of your head in surrender. “I needed to tell you because even though I don’t approve of what the council did I want to go and I want you to come with me. Rebekah says if we got away for a bit things will calm down.” your head rests against his chest and you hear his heart beating solidly underneath you almost miss the catch. “I’m not going.” his throat is raw from crying but his words surprise you into taking a step back. “Why not?” you say it so quickly you almost regret how it sounds. “If you want to go fine.” his posture and demure has changed so quickly you are almost sure he’s hiding and turning cold before anything that hurts him can come back again. “If you want to go, go. But don’t expect me to just sit here.” his words are sharp and you feel them slice through your stomach. “Why won’t you come with me or at least weigh the pros and cons with me?” you feel yourself sliding a wall between you and what his answer will be. You find yourself praying for your heart not to break. Not here, not now. You say in your head as tears prickle your eyes. “I am not leaving my family. I’ll make it easier on you-” the steps Klaus takes putting distance between you both is almost echoing. “Were over.” the simple words rip out your heart but your tears don’t come as you nod your head letting him know you understand. When you walk out of the studio you find yourself shutting the door to the library not looking up as you pass by Freya and Elijah staring what feels like through you. The dogs had followed you in even though they don’t normally come into your sacred room. There isn’t a lock on the door so anyone can come in but no one does. Even as the sun begins to rise and you ring in the new year on your own. It had been hours and not a peep from any section of the house could be heard. When you check your watch you see the time is barely 7 am and you tell yourself a silent prayer begging for everyone to be asleep. Your hand slides over the paper you’d been writing on. Carefully folded with Rebekah scribbled across and another, Klaus. When you step out of the room the dogs follow and you find that the downstairs is empty so without thinking about it you lace up some boots on your feet, disengage the alarm and slip outside the dogs following behind. When your breath clouds up around you-you cross your arms trying to maintain your warmth in the thin glittery top. Your feet do the work on their own without much thought you find yourself at your neighbor’s house just a mere 3 miles from your home. Your knuckles rap against the wood and before you know it you hear shuffling behind the door signaling they were coming to your aid. “Oh my, dear, what happened?” Mrs. Trulee said as the door opened wider to reveal you with tear stained cheeks, blue-tinged lips and yesterday’s clothing trailed by two big dogs in black sweaters. “I’m sorry to just show up like this at 7 in the morning, Mrs. Trulee. But do you work today?” her grey hair shines like your top and without much thought, she drags you into the house holding you in a warm hug. “I do, dear. Do you want a ride into town?” you nod your head and she leads you into the kitchen grabbing a tumblr of coffee offering you one. You shake your head no and you feel your lip tremble as you hold back tears. A few minutes later she ushers you to her small grey car you are sure is over twenty years old. You open the back door open for your dogs to get in before sliding in the front seat. Small ‘Thank-yous’ leave your mouth along the way not being able to tell her how grateful you are. When she pulls into her little bakery’s parking lot you give her a small smile and no matter how many times she asks you where you need to be dropped off you just say you’ll walk from her shop and smile appreciatively at how she even allowed you in the car with your dogs. When you’ve said thank you for what feels like the hundredth time you make your way down the streets finding the one apartment that was reserved for you over six years ago. It was a place that your friend rented and kept up in hopes you would clear the vampires out of your system and one day moves in to try and start a normal life. You’d never entered it until today you barely remembered which building and had to look at the names of all the tenants remembering whom you had to buzz to be let in. You finally were granted entrance after two rings and found yourself tearing up at being split from Nik. Sure there were days where neither of you would see each other throughout the day but you both still ended up sleeping in the same bed cuddled together despite one of you getting in later than the other. This was an entirely different bed that you hadn’t planned to sleep in at all. You found the key above the door frame and let yourself in to find a bare apartment, simple couch, and table set with a kitchen and two rooms off to the side. The dogs made themselves at home laying on the couch and when you find clothing in the bedroom you let the tears sweep over you in waves. Somehow you showered and replaced your festive outfit with perfectly fitting jeans and a tank top opting to wear a cardigan if you go out you settle into bed sleep greeting you instantly. You wake up sometime later and nothing hits you. You know this feeling of numbness and wish you hadn’t transitioned into this never-ending tunnel. It is lunchtime and your stomach growls as you walk into the main room. The dogs perk up and you take them down let them do their business across the street and pick up a snack from the vending machine in the building looking at the dogs you forget to watch where you are headed and bump into an older woman with what looks like her son or nephew. “Sorry,” you mumble picking at the treat in your hand. She lets you know she is your neighbor and is happy somebody finally was moving in before the man asks if you were staying a while or a short period and when tears well in your eyes he backs off saying it was okay not to answer that he was nosy. You ask if they’d mind taking the dogs out in a couple of hours that you need to run and get groceries and dog supplies. Their faces immediately lighting up as you ask for help and show in a small way that you were planning to stay a while. They offer to keep the dogs in their apartment and you give emergency contact numbers in case something goes wrong but they assure you nothing will and you make your way back into the open street. You find yourself in a small bank talking with the bank manager that you’ve known your whole life, explaining to them that you misplaced your wallet and wondered if you could just recite the bank account number to get some cash until you find it. He agrees but offers to print you a new card completely to which you nod your head and spend another thirty minutes in his company as he settles everything. You leave with twenty dollars in cash and a new debit card but being surrounded with people you take a break inside a small bookstore across the bank. You sit still in a chair in the back closing your eyes for a mere second before footsteps are heard. You are about to apologize when you see a woman with red hair sticks her hand out. “Hi, your Y/N? Right?” she says with an accent similar to Rebekah’s and you get a sudden chill. Her smile widens and you nod your head. “Good, my name is Aurora. We have a lot to discuss don’t you think?” the hand that she stuck out for you shake suddenly grabs your throat.

[peopleandrhythm]

S2E4: Hell to the Righteous Ones

Vincent is bent over a work table tucked away in a crypt in the city of the dead. A yellowed map is stretched out before him, with grimoires keeping its edges from curling up. He’s using pebbles to mark various points over the streets of New Orleans, trying to find a pattern.

He’s pulled away from his work by a small knock on the heavy door to the crypt. He looks up in surprise. “Hope.”

“Hey.” Hope leans against the door frame, as if she doesn’t want to actually come inside. “You busy?”

Vincent gestures to the map. “Just trying to solve a vampire’s murder. Like you asked.”

“Yeah.” Hope gives an apologetic smile. “I realize that it’s not…it’s not your responsibility to answer for everything that happens in this city. I was just…”

“Freaked out?”

Hope shrugs. “Freaked out. Pissed off. Guilty. You know, I agreed to be…whatever I am because I thought I could make things better. But now a witch and a vampire are dead, and the wolves are stuck between here and the bayou, and…” She sighs. “This is harder than I thought it’d be.”

“Maybe we put too much on the shoulders of an eighteen-year-old.”

“My father would agree,” she says dryly. “But I can do this. I just…I just need time.”

Vincent gives a wry smile. “I don’t know how much time we can give you, kid. Seems like any day now things are gonna get real ugly.”

“Well, if you could get the witches to stand down, and if Marcel could keep the vampires in check, that would go a long way to keep things civil in the Quarter.”

With a laugh, Vincent says, “No promises.”

Hope rolls her eyes and turns to leave, but then stops and turns back. “So you really don’t know who killed that vampire in the alley?”

Vincent looks her right in the eye. “I really don’t know who killed him.”

Nodding, Hope says, “Okay,” and then leaves Vincent to his work.

There’s a place in the warehouse district, a couple of shipping containers welded together into an industrial nightclub that hosts almost nightly raves right out on the water. Freya walks through the wide open doors into an aurora of neon lights, pulsing to a techno beat spun by the DJ up on a raised platform. She makes her way through the mass of undulating bodies to the long, lit bar, where she finds Amaya, curvaceous in a skintight dress, with a drink in her hand. “Hi!” Freya shouts over the noise.

Amaya spins around, face alight. “Hey!” She jiggles her glass. “I’d’ve ordered you a bourbon, but I didn’t know if you wanted something different.”

“I’ll have what you’re having.” Freya hasn’t even seen what Amaya’s having, but that’s hardly the point. Amaya waves down one of the bartenders, and Freya calls, “You look…” She trails off, suddenly unsure.

“Yeah,” Amaya returns with a smirk. “You too.”

An old fashioned appears on the bar, and Freya picks it up. The women toast to each other and take long pulls. Then Amaya leans close and asks, “So how’d you sneak away from your giant family?”

Freya shrugs mischievously. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“That’s the spirit.” Amaya finishes the rest of her drink and slams the glass down onto the bartop. “C’mon.” She grabs Freya’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

Freya barely manages to knock her own drink back and abandon it beside Amaya’s before she’s being dragged onto the dance floor, the thrum of the bass shuddering in their ribcages.

There’s an open market in Jackson Square, and Hayley and Elijah are perusing the stalls, weaving between fruit vendors and artists peddling their wares from open trunks. They walk beside each other, Elijah’s hand on the small of her back, almost absentmindedly, like that’s just where it belongs. She picks up a pluot and shows it to him, and he shrugs, takes it, and places it in the canvas bag he’s carrying.

As they wait for the seller to be available so they can pay him, Elijah murmurs, “I’m surprised you agreed to come out with me.”

Hayley gives a half-smile. “Well, Hope told me that if I didn’t get out of the house, she was going to throw me out and put up a boundary spell so I can’t get back in.”

Elijah laughs. “You have been a little…close since Hope was injured.”

Digging through her wallet for cash, she says shortly, “Someone put an arrow through my daughter stomach’s in our own home, so if I’m a little hesitant to leave her alone—”

“No, no, I understand. But she’s also right in that too much time cooped up inside isn’t good for you. I’m just…glad you’re out and about.”

Once their produce is paid for, they make their way down the alley of stalls, scored by various fiddlers and bluegrass troupes tucked away between fortunetellers and men with rows of barbecued meat. Out of the corner of her eye, Hayley spots a table where a tiny old man is selling art supplies, and, eager to get something for Hope, steps to the side to inspect the materials. She accidentally bumps into someone, and immediately apologizes. “Sorry, I—Joel?”

The man she’d bumped into turns, and his face blooms with surprise. “Hayley?”

Hayley’s mouth opens and closes a few times as she searches for what to say next. ���I didn’t expect to see you here. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Yeah I just moved to the city a few weeks ago. My sister’s a grad student at Tulane.” His eyes flick up as he notices Elijah for the first time. “Oh, hey.”

Hayley starts, like she’s just remembered Elijah is there. “Oh, Joel this is my…this is Elijah. Elijah, this is Joel. We met in…”

“Tennessee.”

“Tennessee. Right.”

Elijah sticks his hand out for Joel to shake. “Very nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Joel sticks his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket, his collar turned up against the unseasonably cool breeze. “You getting some paints?”

“Yeah. They’re, um.” Hayley pauses. “They’re for my daughter.”

Joel freezes. “Your…daughter.”

Elijah gives Hayley a curious look, but she doesn’t acknowledge him. “Yeah. She’s a little annoyed with me at the moment, so I thought I’d bring her something. You know how teenagers are.”

When he hears teenagers, Joel’s shoulders relax, and the relief rolls off of him in waves. “I see.” He smiles. “Well I should get going. This zucchini isn’t going to bake itself.” His smile softens. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“You too.” And then she watches as he disappears into the crowd of shoppers. Hayley watches him until a voice interrupts her reverie. “Old friend?”

She turns abruptly to Elijah, who is watching her carefully. “Yeah. Old friend. I met him while on the hunt for the cure. Didn’t know him long.”

Elijah hums, and then presses into her back to ease them into the flow of foot traffic, in the opposite direction of Joel.

They’re invisible in the sea of bodies, a rippling canvas of glitter and body paint. Amaya pulls her close by the hips, and Freya’s arms drape naturally over her shoulders. The base is unreal, the tremors so violent in their chests it’s a wonder they don’t shatter into dust.

Amaya’s fingers trail softly up Freya’s spine, leaving a rash of gooseflesh in their wake. Freya tosses her head back, and Amaya presses her face into the exposed skin. Their bodies move as one, hips and shoulders and legs in line as they inch closer and closer.

Breath coming heavy, Freya says in her ear, “You feel amazing.”

“You look amazing,” Amaya replies, shouting over the music. “You smell amazing, too. What is that?”

“Sage and ginger.”

“What?”

Freya smiles. “Nothing.”

The beat never ends, even when the songs change. They dance through countless beat drops and key changes, the blood pulsing in their veins as they get impossibly closer, closer. Finally, when they’re four drinks in but drunk on each other’s touch, Amaya presses her lips to Freya’s ear and whispers, “Do you want to come back to my place?”

Pupils wide, Freya nods.

The door to Amaya’s bedroom bursts open and Freya stumbles through. Lips locked with Amaya’s, she reaches around to pull on the zipper of her dress, but after a few failed attempts, she spins her around. Face pressed into the crook of her neck, Freya slowly unzips the dress, revealing her smooth, warm skin inch by inch. When the zip reaches the small of her back, Amaya reaches up to slide the dress off. Suddenly, she’s in her lacy underwear and heels, and Freya just might be on fire.

Amaya turns again, a wicked grin on her face. She gently pressed Freya onto the bed, settling a leg on either side of her. She takes Freya’s face in her hands and kisses her hard. Freya places her own hands on the curve of her waist after Amaya reaches down to pull off Freya’s shirt in one deft tug. Her fingertips dance up the newly-exposed skin, sending shivers up Freya’s spine until her own fingers curl into Amaya’s skin and she’s pulling her down on top of her, tangling their limbs together.

Hope pads quietly past the kitchen, where she overhears voices from within. “It’s can’t be that hard to do it,” Rebekah insists, her high heels clacking sharply against the floor.

Hope can hear River’s heels thump against the cabinets as they swing, her fingers drumming against the countertop she’s sitting on. “To fry a chicken? Have you ever even held a chicken?”

“Excuse you, I grew up right around the corner from a slaughterhouse.”

“Yeah, a thousand years ago.”

Hope silently moves on, sneaking around until she’s at the entrance to the tunnels. Circumspect, she looks over both shoulders before slipping through the door and descending into the belly of New Orleans. The tunnels are just as winding as she remembers, and she takes countless turns, plunging in and out of darkness, with only her cell phone flashlight for assistance. She walks for what must be over a mile, backtracking when she takes a wrong turn, and coming to numerous dead ends, before finally she banks a right and is faced with a steep, rickety, wooden staircase. Huffing out a sigh of relief, she makes her way up. Every few steps, she has to snatch her foot up when the wood groans under her weight, worried she might fall through. But at last, she reaches a nondescript metal door, and pushes it open.

She stumbles into the lobby of a motel, its dappled gray carpet peeling up from the edges, water stains all along the baseboards. She passes the moldy couches and the front desk blanketed in a thick layer of dust and walks outside into the empty parking lot, lit only by the single blackletter L still working in the sign that reads London Lodge. She crosses the cracked pavement, head turning at a honking car as it blurs past, and stops at white door labelled 14. Her eyes flick down; the thick salt line is still intact, as is the circular sigil drawn in chicken blood on the door. She grabs the handle, bows her head, and, a few moments later, hears a click. Without knocking, Hope pushes the door open.

There’s a low creak as the door swings wide, and the motel room is shrouded in darkness. Hope stands just before the salt line, and peers into the black. “Hello?”

Silence. Almost a minute passes, and then, quietly, “Hope Mikaelson.” A face appears, half-lit by the flickering L. “Never expected you to come around here.”

Hope straightens herself. “I need your help, Theo.”

Freya wakes slowly, a wayward trumpeter crossing beneath Amaya’s bedroom window. She twists her head to see her, breathing slowly, fast asleep. She watches her, the way her chest moves, the spill of her dark hair over the white pillowcase, and very suddenly, it’s all too much. As gently as she can, Freya pulls the sheet back and lets her feet fall to the floor. She swipes her clothes up from the ground and climbs into them, hopping on one foot as she yanks on a boot. Once she’s dressed, she spies a yellow notepad on the desk crammed into a corner, and snatches it up, along with a pen. She begins, Amaya, and pauses. What do you say when you’re leaving in the middle of the night? She starts half a dozen different sentences, crossing each out when they sound progressively more awkward. Eventually she gives up, tearing off the top sheet of the notepad and shoving it into her pocket.

Instead, she pads to Amaya’s side and gently pulls the sheet up so it’s better covering her. Amaya shifts slightly, then lets out a low sigh. Freya bends down and presses a kiss to her forehead, before backing away and closing the door behind her.

Once in the small living room, Freya turns, and then freezes. She’s face-to-face with a man wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. They both start, each startled by the other. “Hi,” Freya whispers, hoping not to wake Amaya.

“Hi,” the man replies, eyes wide. He nods to the door behind her. “Friend of Amaya’s?”

“Yeah.” Freya’s head tilts to the side. “Are you?”

“Well, actually…” The man trails off as Freya’s eyes suddenly go very wide. She staring at the side of his neck, where she sees a long, curved scar—exactly like the one River mentioned while describing the person who shot Hope.

Theo’s flicked the lights of her motel room on, revealing its rundown, moldy interior, and now she’s seated on the bed, pose relaxed, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. “Why on earth would I help you? You trapped me in this hellhole.” She huffs. “Can’t get out, can’t do magic, and there’re bedbugs.”

Still standing outside the door, Hope snaps, “You kidnapped both my girlfriend and her mother and tried to kill me for my powers. How exactly did you think you were going to get away with that?”

“Call me confident.”

“I prefer arrogant.”

“You would. You’re a Mikaelson.”

Hope runs her tongue over her teeth, willing herself to keep calm. “I understand why you’re angry with me. Why you’re angry with my entire family. But I was hoping that your desire to help New Orleans would…supersede that.”

“I thought I made it perfectly clear that I’m not interested in a peace that doesn’t involve the witches running the show.”

Hope leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. “Well, you’ve certainly made it clear that you don’t understand the point of a peace.”

“And how is your peace going, Queen?” Theo pushes herself off of the bed and lopes forward. “I have a feeling that things aren’t quite as easy as Marcel and Vincent sold you on, are they?”

Hope’s eyes flick up. “No. They’re not.” She sighs. “A vampire killed a witch in…just, just a messy situation, and I sent him here.”

“Yeah I heard him. He still hollers up a storm sometimes.”

“Right. Well, then someone shot me—”

“Someone shot you?” Theo can’t keep the glee out of her voice. “Wow. I never considered playing dirty like that, but hey, to each their own.”

Unfazed, Hope continues, “The witches were understandably upset, and then a vampire ended up dead. Both sides are…about half an inch from declaring all-out war on the other, and I’m trapped in the middle…losing my mind.”

Theo’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

Hope gestures vaguely toward her head. “The voices. The ancestors. It takes all of my energy to keep those voices—all eight million of them—out of my head. They’re always talking, talking, talking.” She looks Theo in the eye. “I know you wanted this. The Advocacy. But you don’t. Trust me.”

Straightening her back, Theo insists, “You’re just not strong enough to handle it, I suppose.”

“I’m stronger than you, Theo,” Hope says with a roll of her eyes. “I’m a Mikaelson witch and the child of a vampire. If I can’t handle this, there’s no way in hell you could.”

“Then why did you stop by? To insult me?”

Hope takes a deep breath. “No. I just…what do you know? About the Advocacy? The New Orleans covens have never done something like this before, so you must have learned about it from somewhere. Did you know the risks, the way it drives the Advocate insane—”

“I knew the risk.” Theo shrugs. “I didn’t care. I wanted—” She cuts herself off.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” Hope says. “You wanted the power.”

“Fine. I wanted the power. I wanted direct and unfettered access to the ancestors. I wanted to call the shots in this city.”

“Where did you get your information?”

A wicked smile spreads lazily across Theo’s face. “I’m not going to just give you the answers, Hope Mikaelson. Where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun? This is serious, Theo, people are dying, and I can’t help them if—”

“You can’t help them period. You have no idea what you’re doing. God, you Mikaelsons are all so arrogant. You think you can come into this city, with centuries of history that you couldn’t even begin to imagine, and know all the right things to do, all the right things to say?” Theo scoffs. “This is the reality you signed up for, Queen. Time to face the music.”

Hope swallows, eyes unblinking, as the truth of Theo’s words sink in. Despite the pounding in her head, one thought rings clear: I’m screwed.

Before Freya can even open her mouth, the man marches to the front door of the apartment, wrenches it open, and points to the hall, a clear indicator for Freya to come outside. Hesitant, she glances back at Amaya’s bedroom door, and then acquiesces. She glares at the man as she passes him. Once they’re both in the hallway, he closes the door, and she lights into him. “You son of a bitch—”

The man watches her hand twist, clearly about to start a spell, and he says, “Whoa, whoa, are you really going to kill me while my sister’s asleep inside?”

Freya freezes. “Your sister?”

He nods. “I’m Amaya’s brother, Joel. She doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know?”

“What I am.”

Freya’s eyebrows shoot up. “Someone who shoots teenage girls?”

His eyes narrow. “A vampire hunter.”

“Nice hunting,” she snarls. “You nearly murdered my niece.”

“I didn’t—I didn’t know!” He takes a deep breath, and says more quietly, “I didn’t know she wasn’t a vampire. I thought everyone who lived in there was.”

“Well she wasn’t, and she could have died.”

“And I’m sorry for that, but it’s my job to kill vampires, and when I found out a nest of them lived in the old mansion in the Quarter, I didn’t ask any questions.”

Freya tilts her head. “You’re…not from New Orleans, are you?”

He shakes his head. “We just got to town. Amaya was starting school, and since New Orleans is a hotbed of vampire activity, I figured…”

“You figured you’d come and wipe out a population of people trying to live their lives. Yeah, I got that.”

He grits his teeth. “Look, I’m sorry about your niece, okay, I just—”

“It’s not just my niece!” Freya interjects. “It’s my entire family, you put all of them in danger—”

“Oh, I know all about putting family in danger,” he scoffs. “Vampires wiped my family out.”

Freya goes very still. “What?”

“Bet Amaya never told you that. Well how could she? She has no idea.”

Confused, Freya asks, “How…?”

Joel looks down. “Told her it was a house fire. I was eighteen, she was twelve. Off at sleepaway camp. I came home from a friend’s to find our parents, our abuela, and our brother Adrian dead. Blood drained out of them.” Freya looks away, eyes shiny. “That’s when a band of vampire hunters showed up.” That piques Freya’s attention. “They assessed the situation and burned the house to cover it up. Since then, it’s been me and ‘Maya, and on the side, I’ve been hunting vampires.”

Freya takes a long while to answer. “I’m sorry for what happened to you. To Amaya. But that doesn’t change the fact that you came into my home and almost killed my eighteen-year-old niece. Not to mention…” Realization dawns over her face. “It’s been you the whole time. You shot Hope, set off the witches, and then…you killed the vampire in the alley.”

He shrugs. “So what?”

Glowering, Freya hisses, “You need to stop this crusade, now. You’re going to set a bomb off in this city. There will be war in the streets, people will die—”

Joel throws up his hands. “I’m here to take care of my sister and to kill vampires. That’s what I do.”

Freya’s hands curl into fists. “Not if I stop you.” She lifts a hand, fingers twisting upward, but Joel takes a step back and holds a hand out in caution. “You don’t want to do this.”

“You’re a threat to my family. I don’t have a choice.”

“And I’m all the family ‘Maya has left.” Freya swallows thickly. “Are you really going to take her brother from her?”

Freya’s hand remains raised, but her eyes are brimming. She knows what it means to be alone, truly alone, to have your family stolen from you by unknown forces in the night. She knows it’s her responsibility to protect her family—she’s the big sister, she’s the one who makes the hard choices, the sacrifices no one else should have to make. But when Amaya looks at her…for the first time in a thousand years, she feels seen. She’s not Freya Mikaelson, ageless witch of the most brutal undead family in history, but a woman, a person with wishes and feelings and a life outside of her wayward siblings.

She swallows thickly. “Don’t use her like that.”

“But it’s true. Listen, if I swear to you that I will never go near another member of your family, will you let me live with ‘Maya in peace?”

No, Freya’s better judgement cautions, but despite herself, she nods. Still, she warns, “If you come for them…” Her eyes flash. “…even Amaya won’t recognize your body.” Then she turns and stalks off, desperate to be anywhere else.

It’s late by the time Hope sneaks back into the compound. She hears voices from the courtyard, so she ducks behind pillars so that it appears she’s entering from the kitchen. As she approaches her family, she clocks that her mother is standing unusually far from Elijah, who’s on a stone bench with a glass of bourbon in his hands. Her father paces in front of the fountain. “Some great threat from outside the city,” he growls. “As if this city weren’t crawling with enough threats of its own.”

“Leave it to our mother to be as nonspecific as possible,” Elijah says, sipping his drink.

“I don’t believe this isn’t a trick,” Klaus blusters. “How are we to know that Esther isn’t concocting another grand scheme to kill us all? It wouldn’t be a stretch.”

“I thought she found peace.” Hayley’s voice is quiet. “When she died…I thought she found peace with Dahlia.” She looks back and forth between the two men. “If she’s back, is Dahlia? What if she comes back for—”

Elijah clears his throat, and suddenly all three of them are staring directly at Hope. Her eyes go wide. “Uh. Hi.”

“Hope.” Klaus goes quiet. “What are you doing?”

She jerks a thumb over her shoulder. “I was gonna get something to eat, heard the powwow. Still trying to figure out Esther’s warning?”

“We need more information,” Elijah insists. “Her vagueness is going to get someone killed.”

“Ask…” All heads turn toward the entrance, where an unexpected figure stands with a familiar smirk. “…and ye shall receive.”

“Uncle Kol?” Hope’s jaw slackens. “What’re you doing here?”

Kol lets his backpack slip off of his shoulder and onto the stone floor with a thwack. “I come bearing gifts. Well. I come bearing information.”

Elijah stands up. “Information about what, exactly?”

“Well, I don’t know what’s going on with Esther. That’s a mystery I’d prefer to stay far away from. I’ve spent the past few months trekking across half of the eastern hemisphere trying to find another coven of witches that practices ancestral magic.” That piques Hope’s interest even further. “And after all my efforts, I finally have answers.”

“Answers about what, Kol?” Klaus asks impatiently.

“The Advocacy. And how it’s going to kill our littlest Mikaelson.”

And slowly, very slowly, all heads turn once more to stare at Hope, who stares back, wide-eyed and pale.      

[urwarriorangel]

dine and dash (stefan salvatore au ft klaus mikaelson, part x)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for three years while in high school. You both thought your relationship would last, but college managed got in the way. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Massachusetts and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. While you were gone, things changed between you and a certain original, but you hadn’t yet let go of Stefan. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s time for a reunion.

Pairing: Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Tyler x Liv, Caroline x Enzo, Klaus x Reader, Stefan x Reader (mentioned)

Warnings: language maybe? slight strangulation, blood thirst, compulsion (?)

A/N: here’s part 10!! this is probably the longest part thus far. I know I said I would make this 11 parts, but it’s more likely going to end up being 13 parts. I don’t want to rush things too much. that being said, I really hope you guys enjoy this part as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. thanks so much! let me know what you think!!! (no gifs are mine!)

dine and dash~masterlist

Flower Girl: Hope Bridesmaids: Y/N, Caroline, Davina, Hayley, Cami, Rebekah Maid of Honor: Elena Groomsmen: Klaus, Vincent, Marcel, Damon, Stefan, Matt Best man: Elijah

Previously

“If you’re going around kissing girls, you should have kissed me! I��m the one getting married, come on. I may never have another chance to kiss a girl!” Bonnie crosses her arms, standing in front of the bridesmaids as you all crack up. “Oh come on, what’s so funny?”

“Bonnie, come on. You’re gonna have the chance to kiss plenty girls. Kol would be into it if you are,” Hayley shrugs as the rest of you nod in agreement.

“Just make sure the girl’s not some traveler vampire bitch,” Rebekah shudders as you all recall the time she and Matt hooked up with Katherine’s daughter.

“Hey, points to you two for the power pickup though,” you raise your glass of champagne as Caroline walks out with a rack of identical bridesmaid dresses and Elena’s similar maid of honor dress. You all stand, holding your breath as Bonnie eyes you in anticipation.

“Well, shall we ladies?” Davina smiles, standing and looking at everyone else.

“Yes!” Hope squeals and you pick her up, spinning her around.

“The princess has spoken. Let’s try them on!”

The dresses were beautiful. They brought everyone to tears… well Hope laughed at everyone, but she still teared up after the fact. You all arrive home, slightly tipsy and with peaceful smiles on their faces thanks to the complimentary champagne at the bridal boutique.

“Woah what do we have here?” Enzo laughs as you all smile widely at him.

“You have happy, cheery bridesmaids,” you bloop his nose and Caroline laughs.

“Yeah, what she said,” she wraps her arms around Enzo and kisses him.

“You reek of alcohol, love,” Enzo pulls away, holding Caroline at arms length.

“Oh relax, dad. It was just some champagne,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

Enzo groans, fetching Caroline and the rest of the girls a bottle of water as you walk over to the fridge in search of a blood bag. Damon taps your shoulder and you turn to face him, a smile on his face as he holds out a hand.

“As great as your blood may taste, I think I need some human blood to survive,” you scrunch your face towards him and he rolls his eyes.

“Grab my hand and I’ll lead you to the blood bags. We don’t keep them in the fridge, silly.” Damon smirks as you grab his hand. “How’re you feeling?”

“Slightly tipsy after a whole bottle of champagne,” you shrug as he leads you downstairs. “That’s kind of annoying, you pay a whole lot more and get a whole lot less.”

“I can see why you’d think that. But that also means that you get to try out stronger drinks and not pass out after just one or two,” he nudges you, poking fun at the fact that you were captain of the lightweights.

“Oh ha ha, whatever,” you roll your eyes as you two enter the dungeon part of the basement. “Are you going to kill me down here or?”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t kill you. You’re our wedding planner,” he smiles and you punch his arm as you two approach a cooler. “This is our blood bank. I’m going to monitor you and this during the next few weeks. Kol turned you, and we don’t know whether or not he sired you.”

“Right, so I’m under your surveillance. Got it. Now gimme a blood bag please,” you hold your hands out and Damon unlocks the cooler, handing you one.

“There you go, little one,” he smiles as you dig into the bag, your fangs ripping it open as your eyes grow dark. A small growl escapes your lips as you empty the blood bag.

“Another?” The veins under your eyes grow prominent as Damon’s eyes widen.

“No. Just one for today, but--”

“I. Said. Another,” you growl, barely recognizing your own voice as you stalk over to Damon.

“God damn it,” he whispers under his breath as you hiss. “KOL? KLAUS?? A LITTLE HELP HERE??”

Kol and Klaus run downstairs, followed by Stefan. They all stop at the foot of the stairs as you wrap a hand around Damon’s neck.

“Kol?” He struggles as you push him up against the wall. “Now would be a great time to test that sire link of yours.”

“Y/N? Love, listen to me. Put Damon down and we--”

“Another peep out of you and I’ll break his neck, Kol,” you turn to look at him, eyes still dark as blood drips down the sides of your mouth.

“Well there goes that theory,” Stefan mutters, not coming any closer. He doesn’t want to risk you hurting Damon.

“Y/N,” Klaus whispers and walks over to you. “Listen to my voice, okay? I’m not asking anything else. Just listen to me.”

You turn to look at him, your eyes meeting his as you take in his softly beating heart, his stormy grey eyes. He leans over and whispers a little story to you, about the first time you two met. His voice is soothing, gentle. It brings you back to the matter at hand. You look over to Damon and immediately let go of his throat, your eyes growing wide at what you’d just done. He falls down, gasping for air as you take a step back from him.

“I-I’m so sorry, Damon. Oh my god, I’m so--”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Damon stands, brushing off any hint that you may have hurt him severely. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“I’m sorry you inherited my blood thirst,” Kol gives you a nervous smile as Stefan walks into the room.

“Is she gonna be like that all the time?” He questions Kol and Klaus, a concerned look on his face.   

The three are deep in conversation as Damon walks over to you. Your hands are shaking, you’ve got blood on your face, and your heart is beating erratically.

“Hey, hey,” Damon whispers and cups your face, his lips turned up in a warm smile. “That wasn’t your fault, okay? You’re newly turned and you’re scared and so what? Your blood thirst is a little hard to handle. We’ll work through it.”

“But Damon, I hurt you,” you whisper, tears in your eyes as Damon kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

“Eh, I’ve had worse,” he chuckles and you rest your head against his chest. He hums, hoping to keep you at ease while the three responsible for this tried to come up with a solution. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Damon leads you to the bathroom downstairs, standing guard outside the door as you quickly shower. He leaves you a change of clothes on the hanger behind the door and you get dressed, walking out to him again. He wraps an arm around you and you two head back over to the blood cooler. Your eyes meet Kol’s apologetic ones and you give him a small smile.

“We may have a solution,” Kol sighs, barely meeting your eyes as he fights to tell you.

“Anything, Kol. There’s no way I’m letting my crazy thirst ruin this wedding,” you pull away from Damon and stand your ground, determined to fix this.

“I’m going to have to compel you, love,” Klaus speaks again, voice soothing as he cautiously approaches you. “It’ll be temporary. After the wedding festivities are over, the compulsion will wear off. From there, Damon and Caroline will keep an eye on you. We’re still working the rest of it out.”

“Okay,” you nod, not questioning their decision. “I’m ready.”

“I’m sorry what? You’re sure?” Klaus furrows his brows, eyes searching yours for a hint of unease.

“Like I said, anything to ensure the wedding festivities continue without a hitch,” you nod, taking a breath and looking up at Klaus. “Besides, I trust you.”

Klaus nods, looking down and taking your hands in his before his eyes flash up to meet yours.

“You will only drink out of a blood bag until the wedding festivities are over. You will drink however many bags Damon or I see fit. You will not harm anyone. You will make sure that Damon, Caroline, and I know your whereabouts at all time. All of these rules must be followed until after the wedding festivities are over. After that, you will find Damon or I and we will help you from there. Is that clear?”

“That’s clear,” you nod, breaking out of the daze. “Thank you.”

“Of course. We’re all here for you. Don’t forget that,” Klaus lets go of your hands as Damon walks up and kisses the side of your head, your eyes not leaving Klaus.

“Alright, now let’s get back upstairs. We have to head to the hotel. It’s closer to the banquet,” you clear your throat and smile at the guys around you as Enzo walks down.

“Is this the bachelor party? Damn it did I miss the party? Since when are you a strip--?” Enzo’s eyes grow wide as you glare at him, fists clenched at your sides.

“Are you sure I can’t hurt anyone?” You look up at Klaus, a pout forming on your lips as he chuckles lightly.

“Unfortunately so,” he kisses the side of your head and you walk upstairs, determined to breeze through the rest of the week.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Caroline grabs you as you walk into the parlour, everyone’s eyes on you.

“Everything’s fine,” you smile at Caroline and then at Bonnie. “Klaus presented a temporary solution. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Oh, good,” Caroline squeezes you and Bonnie smiles widely at you over her shoulder.

“Now,” you pull away and wrap an arm around Caroline’s shoulder, grabbing the clipboard in the process. “What do you say we head over to the hotel? Caroline, you go ahead with half the guests and I’ll take the other half. I call Tyler, though. We’re gonna need his muscles to get all the bags and extras in their designated areas.”

“Fine,” Caroline groans. “I’m assuming you get Liv too?”

You raise a brow in response, as though to say “seriously?”.

“Alright, I’m taking the bride and groom with me.”

“Take as many people as you can! Make sure everyone’s settled into their designated rooms. No funny business.” Now it’s Caroline’s turn to raise a brow at you. “You’re right. You got this.”

“Love you,” Caroline laughs, walking away as Bonnie makes her way over to you.

“How’re you holding up?” Bonnie sighs, eyes searching yours as you shrug.

“Well, I’m not sired to Kol, but I’ve inherited his previously violent tendencies and blood thirst,” you look down at your hands and sigh. “I hurt Damon.”

“What? How?” Bonnie looks back and forth between you and the door leading downstairs.

“He’s fine now. I just choked him.”

“Oh god,” Bonnie shakes her head, laughing a little. “To be fair, he probably liked it.”

“Bonnie!” You laugh, nudging her shoulder with yours as Kol and the others walk back up. “Alright so grab your husband-to be and go to Caroline. You guys are gonna head out earlier, just to make sure there are no complications and all that jazz.”

“What are you gonna do? Since you know, Klaus brought Valerie along?” She raises a brow at you as Kol wraps an arm around her waist.

“I’ll figure something out, love. Don’t worry. I won’t be getting much sleep anyway,” you wink at her and speak again before she can protest. “Kol, take her and go to Caroline. You’re all heading to the hotel.”

“Got it, captain,” he kisses your cheek and drags Bonnie with him to Caroline.

“Hm,” you flip through the clipboard, just realizing how much work is left. You walk around, pulling together everything that needs to be taken to the hotel. You have all the bags in one pile, all the snacks in another, all the--

“Alright, so how can we help?” Damon walks over to you while you’re going through the checklist.

“Sorry, what was that?” You look up at Damon, Elena, and Klaus who’re all smiling at you.

“Where the hell are Tyler and Liv?” You raise a brow and rest a hand on your hip, causing Damon to gulp.

“Come on, why would you want Tyler and Liv when you can have the better, more powerful, more--”

“Elena, I could literally break your neck with a snap of my fingers. Please stop while you’re ahead,” Liv walks over and Elena sticks her tongue out at her. “Sorry, Y/N. Klaus insisted on staying behind with you and Tyler still isn’t his biggest fan. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Klaus smiles at Liv and turns back to you. “So how can we help?”

“Liv, thanks anyways. You just help Caroline keep everyone and everything in check. Please?” She nods and walks away as you turn to look at the three doofuses left in your care. “Damon and Nik, you two are on bag duty. There should be two cars left out there, so split the bags between the two.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Damon salutes you as he and Klaus walk towards the bags. Elena tries to sneak off after the two, but you grab her arm before she gets the chance to.

“Oh no you don’t,” you turn her around to face you and raise your brows at her. “Tell me what you did.”

“Nothing?” You cross your arms over your chest and Elena groans. “Fine. I told Tyler to convince Liv to go ahead so that Damon and I could stay behind with you and Klaus. That’s all.”

“And how did you convince Klaus to stay back?”

“I asked him to. That part wasn’t hard,” she shrugs and you open your mouth to argue.

“Alright, done and done,” Damon crosses his arms over his chest as he and Klaus walk over to you  and Elena. “Anything else for you?”

“That’s it. You three can get in the cars, I’m just gonna make sure that we’ve got everything we need, yeah?” Your eyes meet Klaus’s, your gentle brown orbs unable to look away from his wild grey ones.

You’d forgotten just how much you loved his eyes, so expressive. Sometimes, you’d think he said more with his eyes than with his words. You sigh softly, unable to hold back the feeling of nostalgia that’s rushing over you.

Damon clears his throat, breaking you out of the daze. You blush and look away, mumbling something about having to look around as you try your best not to look back up at Niklaus. You bite your bottom lip, sifting through the mansion for anything forgotten and delaying your return to the group. All you can think about is Nik and how you’ve hurt him over the years, how you’ve led him on. All you can think about it--

“Hey,” you hear the unforgettable gritty voice as a shiver runs down your back. “Is everything alright, love?”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, turning around to look at him. “Everything’s fine. I grabbed some makeup bags and phone chargers and what not. We’re good to go.”

He smiles at you and turns around, heading outside with you following quickly behind. You get outside and see just one car and no sign of Elena and Damon. Klaus looks just as confused as you do, and just as you’re about to question him, both your phones ding! Indicating a text.

lena: sorry not sorry. love u xoxoxox

“Elena?” Klaus looks at you and you sigh, nodding.

“Damon?” He looks down at his phone, nodding and sticking it in his pocket. “They’re persistent. I’ll give them that. Sorry about them.”

“I don’t mind. I owe you a few apologies and I’d rather they not be around for that,” he chuckles nervously and opens the passenger seat.

“I’ve got some things to say to you, too. I guess it is better that we’re alone,” you smile at him, easing all his worries as he closes your door and heads to take his seat.

“Alright, here we go,” he starts the car, driving you two to the hotel as a silence takes over. The silence is calming at first but soon becomes unnerving.

“I guess I--”

“So here goes--”

“Go ahead! No you go!” You burst out simultaneously, laughing as your words overlap one another’s.

“No, come on. Seriously, lady’s first,” Klaus smiles as your laughs die down, allowing you the first stab at conversation.

“Alright,” you take a deep breath, calming yourself as you speak. “I want to apologize. I led you on for years, kept Stefan in my heart when I should have let go. You’re right, and it was foolish of me. I’m sorry, Niklaus.”

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, one hand reaching down and grabbing both of yours. “Look, that’s all in the past. You needed closure, and I should have been more understanding. I’d never been loved the way that you loved Stefan, I’d never experienced that love myself. At least not until I realized the depth of my feelings for you. Then I got it.”

“Nik,” you whisper his name apologetically, looking over at him and noticing a small smile on his face.

“I’m not done yet, love,” he whispers right back, pulling into the hotel parking lot. “I just want to say that you’re forgiven. I understand, I do. Now it’s my turn to apologize,” he slides the car into a spot and turns off the engine, sighing as his eyes meet yours. “I apologize for not telling you how I felt sooner. I apologize for saying the horrible things I said earlier today. I apologize for bringing Valerie into this whole mess. After everything we’ve been through, I can’t seem to shake you off. There’s not a single time that I’m not thinking of you. And listen, I know there’s no way that I can wipe away all the negative things that I’ve done, but I would like to try. If you’d let me, of course.”

“Klaus, I’d--” he places two fingers over your lips, not allowing you to answer right away. He just poured his heart out to you, he loved the pleasantly surprised look in your eyes and he didn’t want to forget that any time soon.

“I want you to take some time and think it over, please,” he whispers, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Come on, let’s go inside and see what havoc they’ve wreaked.”

[thelittlegirlinwonderland]

Wedding Destination

Title: Wedding Destination

Summary: Rebekah and Kol made an excellent team bringing Davina back to life. Now, a small intimate beach wedding is required. Kolvina. Kolbekah. Rebekah/Davina friendship. Mad Love series part 2.

Couple: Kol and Davina

xXx

Rebekah sat patiently, for once in her life, waiting on Davina Claire. Her hand never left the tall champagne glass that kept getting filled for her. The two girls were in a small bridal shop in Hawaii, looking for the perfect dress. It had been a long nine and a half months, but Team Kolbekah had found, and persuaded, a witch to resurrect Davina. From there, it only took two weeks for Kol to propose to his beloved.

xXx

After being alive for a thousand years and dating many women, the youngest Mikaelson was ready to settle down for good with the young witch. He purchased a lovely ring and worked out his plan. In the end, he decided on a simple and sweet proposal. The two went to dinner for the evening and afterwards took a lovely stroll on the beach. While Davina was admiring the night sky and ocean view, Kol got down on one knee. When she had turned around, well, everyone in the area heard her ecstatic response.

Both of the newly engaged decided they didn't want a big wedding. They especially didn't want the rest of Kol's family to witness. Rebekah was the only one who was going to be there, besides the minister. She was going to be both the maid of honour and the best man. The blonde Original was flattered and excited.

Davina and Kol figured they could have a larger party once they returned to the continental US. Davina could find Josh and Marcel and invite them. Kol would have his blood related, and extended, family come too. Excluding Hayley, seeing as how he didn't view her as family. Then everyone could celebrate the young couple and their marriage. Until then, it was going to be kept quiet.

xXx

"All right." The petite witch's voice came from the behind the changing curtain. "I'm ready"

"Let's see it, sweetheart." Rebekah responded, sitting up more alert as Davina exited the changing room.

Her slim figure was draped in a white strapless, silk gown. It fell lightly to the floor and hugged every inch of her. Both girls scrunched up their noses as a way of disagreeing.

"Yeah, no. Not the best for the beach destination you two picked. Try on the next one." The vampire explained her denial. She gulped the rest of the complimentary champagne and poured herself some more.

Davina rolled her eyes playfully and walked back into the more secluded area. Shedding the old dress and placing it gently back on the hanger, she took a moment of silence. She was searching for a wedding dress. She was getting married. She was alive. So much was happening and it was happening so fast.

Of course she wouldn't have it any other way. She loved Kol and now she was marrying him. She never thought this would happen and it was an absolute dream come true. But trying to find the perfect dress was not.

She had already tried on ten and hated every single one of them. None of them were good enough to get married to Kol. When the witch had complained this to her fiance, he simply stated that she could wear her unicorn onesie and he would happily marry her. Now, while that was adorable and sweet, it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

So, Davina turned to Rebekah with her problem. The latter had understood her problem almost immediately. Guess it's a girl thing. The two swiftly became a crack team, planning the perfect wedding.

They were going to be on a beach, so she can't have a ball gown. Kol was more traditional, so her dress couldn't be short. She wanted a pure white, not a variant of off white. She didn't like the mermaid style or strapless. She wouldn't wear heels, or shoes at all. Her hair would be down.

So many different factors had to be told to the lady who had the misfortune of assisting them. The girl tried her hardest, but whatever she brought didn't satisfy the customers.

Hours passed, many dresses were put on and denied. All three working on the project thought the whole thing was hopeless. However, just before leaving, Davina spotted the dress of her dreams. How she didn't notice it before was beyond her knowledge. Instead, she grabbed the dress and tried it on. The beautiful gown got an approval from everyone involved. Rebekah and her future sister in law left happily, excited for the dress to get altered and become ready to wear.

xXx

The day of their wedding was bright and clear. A small section of the beach had been cleared and cleaned for them. The sand squished beneath Kol's bare toes as he waited on the two girls. His tux was made for the beach. He wore light grey dress pants that were rolled up above the ankles with a simple white dress shirt.

The girls remained in the hotel that neighbored the beach. Rebekah had quickly dressed herself in a knee length, baby blue halter dress. Her hair was straight, showing off the shoulder length cut she had recently gotten. A seashell held half her hair back and her makeup stayed light and girly.

After finishing up on herself, the blonde began on the bride. She curled her dark hair, pining it back with the white hair piece they had decided on. The smaller girl's makeup matched the simple, girly theme. Once all her accessories were in place and her hair and makeup were done, they easily slipped Davina into her wedding dress.

The low cut of the dress had turned her off at first, but she quickly grew to love it. The small sleeves rested both on top of and off of her shoulders. The dress flowed all the way to her feet, but remained light, airy, and movable. She looked at herself in the full mirror that rested on the closet door and admired herself. She looked stunning.

xXx

Linking their pale arms together, Rebekah and Davina made their way to the beach. Both were so excited and nervous. It wasn't everyday you got married or witnessed your twin brother get married. The blonde knew that tears would fall from probably everyone. It was unlikely from Kol, but the ladies were prepared for their future waterworks.

Davina took a deep breath and allowed Rebekah to walk her down the imaginary aisle. Her eyes caught the sun beginning to set as the waves elegantly crashed onto the shore. She couldn't help but wish for a moment that Marcel was walking her to Kol. That would most likely never happen, but she still thought about it.

Her mind immediately forgot about what she wished was happening the minute her eyes locked with Kol's. He looked so enchanted by her; so in love. She figured that she sported a similar, if not same, facial expression. He looked so handsome, his muscles gleaming through the light fabric of his dress shirt.

Rebekah watched both of the lovers with a teary eyed smile. She handed Davina over to Kol, whom he gladly took, and stood off to the side.

The bride and groom held each other's' hands, gazing into the other's eyes as the compelled minister spoke. The words blurred by until he asked for vows.

"Davina Claire," Kol started, smiling at the love of his life, "I have been alive for a thousand years, and for every single one of them, I thought my life to be without love. No matter how hard I tried, I was never good enough for it. I had just given up all together. Then I saw you for the first time. The minute I saw you smile, something inside me lit up. I knew, I had to know you, so I did. That was the greatest choice I ever made. Since that day we met, we fell into a passionate, heartbreaking, dangerous, and loving relationship. I was dead inside since I turned, but since knowing you, I feel alive." He wrapped up his vows, placing the silver diamond ring onto its desired finger of his bride.

"Alright, my turn. Give me a second." Davina wiped the tears from her face and blinked hard several times. She took a deep breath and began her vows. "Kol Mikaelson, oh goodness, where do I begin. I lost you so soon after we started dating. I've lost you to so many things. Death, a curse, and even my own death. But, while we may have kept losing each other, we also showed how far we go to find each other. I would go to death and back every single time for you. No matter what obstacles separate us, I know that because we love each other so much, we will go over every single one of them to get back to each other. You are my first love and you will be my last love, and the thought of starting my life with you makes me want to cry of hapiness so bad. Actually, I am crying." All three laughed as Davina wiped more tears away. Kol smiled brightly as she took his hand and slid the ring onto it. Rebekah wasn't even trying to hid the fact that she was sobbing.

"Well, then, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The minister said. Almost immediately, Kol pulled Davina into a searing kiss as his sister clapped through her crying. When they pulled away, Rebekah tackled both into a hug that sent them all to the ground.

"You did it!" She cried, squishing the newlyweds. They all burst into laughter, and let tears of happiness flow freely.