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the originals season 2 episode 11 or as like to call top tier klarcel content

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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!" 

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later. 

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me. 

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move. 

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery." 

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises. 

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area." 

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it. 

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother. 

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

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Shadow and Sin: Final Chapter

Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having recently moved to New Orleans, you become intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they truly are until it's too late.

This Chapter: You wake up and make your choice.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood Drinking, Near Death Experiences, Love Triangle, Witchcraft, Kissing, Crying, Fear, Angst, Manipulation

Word Count: 4.4k+

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Klaus stands over your and Elijah’s bodies as he swallows the last few drops of your blood, relishing in the decadent flavor he only got a small taste of before. It’s rich and sweet, with notes of raspberries and dark chocolate, triggering his taste buds like nothing else has in over a thousand years. Draining you of this delectable elixir was what he thought he wanted most in that moment, what he believed you deserved after betraying him with none other than his own brother, his own flesh and blood behind his back. But he still can’t deny the dueling streams of tears now crystallizing on his cheeks as his sorrow dries in the aching aftermath of what he’s done.

Time always seemed to prove that everyone in his life preferred his noble brother over him; his own mother and father, his siblings, Marcellus, and now you. Even under the ancient power of a witch’s curse, he still couldn’t manage to measure up to the timeless charms of the great Elijah Mikaelson. For once in his life, he thought he had something special, a bond that transcended beauty and pheromones, one with room to embrace each other on a level he never quite had the strength to embrace in himself. If all that was a lie, if what you felt for him was nothing more than a slew of Latin incantations over a few candles in a warehouse, then he had no other choice but to make you feel the gut-wrenching pain that you caused him in return.

“Look what you made me do.” He mutters before looking down at your lifeless body, your hand still somehow reaching out toward Elijah’s even in death. The image alone is almost enough to make him feel terrible for what he did to you, for reacting as if this was all your fault, but he pushes that feeling of guilt down to the very pit of his stomach.

He’ll have plenty of time to feel bad when this is all over.

“Alright witch, show’s over… although I do hope you enjoyed it.” Klaus calls out to her with a smirk as the remainder of your coagulated blood begins to dry onto his chin. “Come on now, I can already smell your fear.” He disguises his regret by ignoring the two of you on the floor in an attempt to step outside of the circle, but is met with an invisible barrier, halting him in place.

It’s still up. But how can that be?

“Alright, she’s obviously made her choice, now let me go,” he bargains, lowering his voice to that deep, gravelly tone. “Perhaps you and I can make a deal.”

“Has she, now?” The witch appears out of nowhere, revealing that she’s been watching this entire time behind a complex cloaking spell. “Or did you take your anger and paranoia out on her before she had a chance to make a real choice, completing your own self-sabotaging prophecy?”

“Ah, you think that you know me, is that it?” He leans in as close to the boundary as her magic allows him, his heart pumping his own supernatural level of adrenaline through his veins, priming him for what’s to come. “Tell me love, have I wronged you somehow in the past? Obliterated some of your ancestors, massacred members of your coven? Or perhaps it’s more personal than that? Maybe I turned someone you love into a vampire, cutting them off from their magic entirely? A boyfriend or girlfriend, perhaps?”

“How did it feel?” She immediately deflects with a grin, casually walking around the circle as he follows her like a caged animal waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “To connect with someone on such a deep and emotional level before having them ripped away from you in an instant? And not just by some random guy off the street either, but by your very own brother?” She laughs, getting a little bit closer to the circle that ensnares him. “I can’t imagine the pits of despair that kind of betrayal would send someone to.”

Klaus nods at her words, silently acknowledging his hurt as if his actions hadn’t already made that abundantly clear. He’d been betrayed by his siblings a handful of times over the centuries, but nothing up until now had cut quite as deep as this, no matter how he tries to reframe it in his mind.

“It’s a clever plan, I’ll give you that.” Klaus forces a laugh, studying the witch as she slowly encircles him. “But not your best one, not even by half. Did you really think that you could usher in the demise of the Mikaelsons with something as trivial as this? Tear us apart over the life of some silly human girl when we’ve already performed this song and dance on our own for centuries? I mean, I’ve killed so many of their lovers in the past that I’ve honestly lost count decades ago. And I’ve certainly daggered them for much less, so as you can see, little witch, we don’t need your help.”

“No?” She stops walking and turns to face him, tilting her head with a glint of madness in her eyes. “You could have fooled me. You’ve left quite the bloody trail of destruction in the wake of your little temper tantrum, just like I knew you would.”

“As soon as this barrier breaks, and it will,” Klaus places his palms against the invisible wall between them. “I’m going to enjoy making you pay for this pathetic little attempt at a regime change. In fact, I'm going to take my time tearing you limb from limb so that even the alligators in the bayou will have trouble determining which body parts of yours they’re devouring.”

“And you said you didn’t need my help.” She laughs, looking back at you and Elijah. “Seems like I struck a nerve. And it won’t break, actually. The poor girl never made her choice, so it looks like the three of you are stuck there indefinitely.” The witch crosses her arms over her chest and takes a step back, keeping her eyes on Klaus until she reaches her collection of magical objects. “Pity.”

“Well not yet, she hasn’t, no.” He glances back as Elijah begins to stir, healing from his temporary injury just in time like he knew he would. “But I’ve learned that patience is a virtue.”

Elijah slowly comes to, blinking himself back into the realm of the living as his fingers just barely touch yours, twitching back to life while Klaus’ muffled voice echoes off in the distance. He attempts to hold your hand as he sits up next to you, feeling the cold grip of death stealing the very warmth from your body as he notices the bite mark Klaus had left on your neck.

“Oh, no, Niklaus,” he whispers under his breath as his horror stifles it, carefully gathering your limp body into his arms. This was his fault, all of it. If only he had caught onto the jealous expression in his brother’s eyes when he smelled you on his clothing that day, if only he had enough self control to leave you to your own devices after saving you from his men, then maybe you wouldn’t have ended up like this. “No.” He thinks of everything else he could have done to prevent this, to sideline his brother and stop his anger from getting the best of him like it always does, but realizes that it’s too late for any of that now. “You didn’t...”

He did.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, brother. This isn’t the first time I’ve thwarted one of your romantic endeavors, and I highly doubt it will be the last.” Klaus keeps his eyes on the witch as he speaks to Elijah, his tone more jovial than ever.

“How could you?” His eyes glisten with remorse as his bottom lip quivers, the loss of your life weighing him down like an anchor, pulling him deeper into the waters of his despair. “She isn’t just mine, Niklaus. She was yours, too. She’s ours, she’s… my god.”

Your eyes spring open as your previous dreamlike state phases back into reality, taking your first new breath into this world, surprised at being thrust back into your body so quickly after walking through the ethereal glow of the afterlife. It was a beautiful and peaceful place, so unlike this world that you wanted to return as quickly as possible, but you get the feeling that the arms holding you close won’t allow that. Images of a long hallway and doors of different colors linger in your memory as you try to make sense of your new surroundings, figuring out what could have pulled you from the world beyond. What time is it? Where are you? Are you still dreaming? Where did the hallway go? Is Klaus still holding you, or…? No, that’s Elijah. It definitely smells like Elijah.

Your memory quickly returns to you in vibrant flashes of color and sound, blank spaces of lost time slowly filling in with truths that had previously been hidden from your mind’s eye. That night in the voodoo shop replays in your head, extending past the point of your original recollection, revealing that Klaus had threatened to kill Marie and her family if she spoke to you anymore just before compelling you to forget their entire conversation. He had also ensured that you didn’t fear him based on her reaction to his sudden presence, or based on the cards she had dealt you.

He was the King of Swords in reverse, and you had almost figured it out, but he made sure that you would never go any further in your pursuit for answers on the matter. Surprisingly enough though, he never had to compel you after that, his confession to you in the hospital holding at least half a truth. How much of your actions after that were a result of your genuine attraction to him versus the effects of the spell were still too difficult to decipher. Perhaps you’ll never know.

Elijah’s part in this whole plot feels less ominous, revealing that he only compelled you not to worry about your brother after the attack. You can hear him telling Austin to run home and forget that any of this ever happened, that you’d be safe going home with him. It’s surreal seeing flashes of your brother’s face go blank with immediate compliance, obeying the commands of someone he claimed to hate so passionately without an ounce of hesitation. It’s almost as surreal as watching Klaus and Elijah argue about you while you hovered over your own body for what seemed like an eternity.

Elijah’s tearful face slowly comes into focus as his grip on your waist and shoulders tightens. Once he feels you come back to life in his arms, a joyful sob gets caught in his throat as he hugs you in a desperate embrace, his heart pounding in his chest against yours. It takes everything he has to release you from his grasp, sitting you up to look at you as if you’re the most prized possession on the planet.

You stare back at him blankly, the amount of blood loss cramping your muscles and dizzying your head as you try not to mourn the spiritual journey he had ripped you from. Maybe it’s better that you came back. And at least he isn’t mad at you.

“Little Lotte, I thought I’d lost you.” Elijah grounds you in this world with kisses to your lips and forehead, almost as if to make sure that you still feel the same way against his skin as he strokes your hair.

“There now, see?” Klaus taunts from the other end of the circle, the both of you almost forgetting he’s still in there with you. “She’s right as rain. Nothing to fret over.”

“You forced her into transition.” Elijah states, glaring up at his brother before looking down at you solemnly, wiping the tears from his eyes and the blood from your freshly healed wound.

“Transition?” What is he talking about? And why is he looking at you like THAT?! You look into those charcoal eyes of his as they glisten with grief, morbidly reflecting the glowing candlelight surrounding all three of you. “What does that mean, transition?”

“It means that you died with vampire blood in your system,” he begins to explain as he holds you close. “Forcing you to turn into one of us if you choose to feed on human blood.”

I’m sorry, WHAT?

You give him a puzzled look. You can barely cope with the fact that a witch had cast this spell on all three of you, let alone that it maddened one of them enough to suck you dry until you took your very last breath. But now they’re telling you that you have to drink human blood if you want to survive, if you want to become one of them? You can’t help but stay silent as the gravity of your situation sinks in, weighing the pros and cons of your new dilemma as you enjoy being held by Elijah, quite possibly, for the very last time.

“Yes, well forgive me, but while our paramour was having some trouble choosing, I decided to give her a little boost. With both of our blood in her system…” Klaus trails off, waiting for the truth to sink in.

“Wait a minute, both?” You chime in, looking up at him as the evidence of your demise still stains his lips and chin. “But I only drank from Elijah.”

“Oh, I put a good amount of my blood in your coffee this morning, love. It was meant to protect you from any harm that may befall you, but it certainly serves this purpose just as well. This way I know that your body has already chosen a sire, already taken on the heavy burden of making the decision for you, which means…” He runs out of the circle and grabs onto the witch’s throat with a smirk, relishing in the look of sheer terror in her eyes.

“The boundary’s down.” Elijah whispers again, gathering you into his arms like he did the very first night you spent together, lifting you up as he stands to his feet.

“Exactly.” A maniacal grin tugs at Klaus’ lips before he shoves his hand inside the witch’s chest cavity, the sound of her ribs breaking so much louder than you thought it would be as it rings in your ears, painfully ricocheting off the inside of your skull.

You go to cover your ears to dull the sound, but instead choose to wrap your arms around Elijah’s neck as he whisks you out of the warehouse, putting as much distance between you and the witch as possible as her screams echo off the previously calm waters of the Mississippi River.

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In very little time, Elijah manages to take you past your apartment, bringing you to an estate in the middle of the French quarter, carrying you up a flight of stairs to an elaborately decorated bedroom before placing you in bed. A part of you wonders if it’s his bed that he’s laying you in, if he’ll eventually lay down next to you and stroke your hair until you fall asleep, but instead he pulls the sheets up close to your chest, noticing the blood on your clothes as it dries a dark shade of brown.

So much for that thought.

“You should be safe here. You can rest while I go and get something for you to drink.” He has the courtesy of disguising the morbid truth with his sophisticated turn of phrase as he stares at you with vacant eyes, realizing what you’d feared to be true.

You can already see his expression begin to change, feel his affection as it slips away, sense his love for you fading with each passing moment as the magic spell wears off just like the wretched witch had promised you it would. But why did it have to be him? Why did it have to happen so fast? Why did this spell, this curse have to force him into giving you hope by pursuing you, by challenging you intellectually and telling you everything you wanted to hear? Why did he have to pleasure you in ways you never thought possible all while making you feel safe, cherished and cared for? Why couldn’t you have fallen for someone normal without your whole world being upended in the aftermath?

“I chose you, Elijah.” You decide to tell him anyways, your palm finding familiarity on his cheek one last time as his jaw clenches with a pained sense of guilt.

“I know.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it affectionately before placing it back onto your chest with a sobering look. “I’m sorry.” He turns away and looks down at his feet for a moment, then up at the ceiling, blinking a few times to stave off the recurring onset of remorse. “Perhaps it’s better this way. To lose the favor of my brother would be a much worse fate, although it wasn’t my intention for any of this to happen to you.”

A palpable silence creeps into the room, blanketing you both in the loss of what was in a thick and sickly feeling of unease until it finally becomes too much for you to bear.

“I know.” You whisper with a pained smile, your stomach churning with growing despair as hot tears stream down your face and onto the expensive silk pillow.

“Regardless, you still need to feed; but I understand if you don’t want to, considering everything you’ve been through tonight.” He expels a deep, heavy sigh, making sure not to look back at you before standing up and walking over to the door. “I’ll gather some of my sister’s clothing for you to wear while you consider your options.”

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After hours of incessant sobbing and countless rounds of tossing and turning, you hear Klaus open your door without knocking, lazily leaning against the doorframe of your temporary bedroom. He flicks on the light and stands there silently, calmly watching you ignore him beneath the sheets until you finally turn and acknowledge him with a heated glare.

Is he here to hurt you again? To finish the job? To make you feel even more guilty than you already do for what happened? Like that’s even possible...

“I know I may be the last person you want to see right now, that we all needed a cool down period after what happened, especially me, but Elijah told me you aren’t drinking what he brought you.” He motions toward the full bag of blood on your bedside table, unopened and nearly coagulating by now. “You need to feed if you want to survive the day.”

“What do you care?” You roll over onto your other side, turning away from him just as quickly. “You practically killed me, anyways.”

“Killed you? Love, I saved you, I set you free! Have you not been paying attention?” He enters the room and walks over to the side of the bed that you’re facing, firmly planting himself on top of the covers next to where you lay. “I realize you may think I was a bit rash back in the warehouse, but Elijah would never have allowed me to free you from those shackles of compassion. To break the bond of the blind stewardship you feel toward your fellow man that landed you in a profession where you’re constantly belittled, degraded and discounted, wiping the filth off the arses of the ungrateful and untamed. When I drank from you, I saw it all… the rage you so beautifully depict in your paintings, the anger you choke down every time you speak to an entitled patient, the violence you keep at bay whenever a man looks at you the wrong way. It’s all there just brewing beneath the surface.” He reaches out and grazes his fingertips over your neck as you quickly pull back in fear. “I merely removed the filter that held you back.”

You push up onto your elbows, looking at him as if to determine if what he’s saying is actually true. Has the spell worn off enough to erase his urge to completely destroy you? Has it washed away the jealous rage that nearly put you into an early grave, or is this just another one of his moods, one of his personalities you’ll have to adapt to if you want to keep your head on its shoulders? “That was part of your plan?”

“You don’t live a thousand years as a vampire without learning a thing or two about death and its many loopholes.” He smirks. “This isn’t the first time a witch has tried to ensnare me and my family, but this one just so happened to make a mistake with her spell. She had counted solely on my rage to destroy you and turn my brother against me in the process, but beneath all the magic she imbued upon us, my desire to make you a vampire ultimately won out. I knew you’d drink that coffee I brought you, and after I saw you drink from Elijah so eagerly, well, it gave me free reign to make her think it was curtains for you.”

“So you killed me? Do you know how fucking scary that was?!” Is he serious?

“Oh, don’t be cross, love. The witch wanted blood, so I had to give it to her, just not in the way she expected… right before I ripped her heart out and ate it in front of her dying eyes for what she did to all three of us.”

Your own eyes widen as he describes his actions while you try your best to see things from his oddly optimistic point of view.

At least he isn’t trying to murder you anymore.

“What I’m trying to say is that I knew I wanted to turn you from the very first moment I saw you, witch’s curse or no. You have the potential to be powerful, fierce and terrible by my side if you’d only let me teach you how. You wouldn’t have to worry about trivial things like money, food or a job for the rest of your long life. I could show you the world, we could paint portraits and landscapes in every corner of the world: Paris, Tokyo, Berlin, Costa Rica, anywhere you want to go, I’ll take you there. But first you have to drink.”

He brings a mug of warm blood up to your face that you didn’t even notice he was holding this entire time, surprising you for the umpteenth time today.

“And if I do… and I turn into a vampire, I just have to deal with Elijah being here this whole time? For all eternity?” You turn your head and glance toward the door. “I don’t know if I can deal with that on a daily basis, I mean, you guys both live here, right?”

Klaus smirks. “What you feel for Elijah will pass, no matter what that decrepit old witch told you, and I could simply compel you to forget your romantic feelings for him if you’d like, make it simple. Or I could just dagger him for the first few years, keep him locked away in a box so he won’t bother you, then by the time you’ve honed all your new skills, I’ll let you pull the blade out yourself if you so choose.”

He scoots in closer as you take the mug into your hands, watching as you blow on the warm, viscous liquid before bringing it up to your mouth. That smirk of his curls into a grin as he touches the bottom of the mug with his fingers just enough to tip it toward your lips as they open enough to drink. “That’s it, just a few sips.”

You feel a building desire to do as he tells you, despite everything he’s done to you and everyone else around you tonight, almost as if you owe him something. It’s not the same as the compulsion you remember from before, but something deeply rooted in you that you can’t quite explain as the blood pours past your lips and over your tongue. His eyes hold you fast as he watches you swallow, allowing the lifesource of some other human to spill down your throat and into your stomach, bonding you to him forever.

“Good girl.” He eventually takes the mug away from you after you take a few more sips, setting it down on the bedside table with a delicacy you didn’t know he was capable of.

“How did you get me to do that? You didn’t compel me.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him dumbfoundedly. “Why did I listen to you and not Elijah? He’s been trying to get me to drink for hours.”

“Well, I don’t need to compel you, love, I’m your sire. You’ll always have a desire to please me, to do as I say.” He leans forward and gently grabs hold of your chin, wiping a droplet of blood off your bottom lip that you missed, his sudden gentleness giving you emotional whiplash. “Did I fail to mention that?”

“My sire? But I thought I chose Elijah, I chose the blue door.” You recall out loud, remembering your out of body experience when you were walking the fine line between life and death. “When I was out, when I was dead and I was coming back, there was a red door and a blue door, and I walked through the blue door thinking that was going to be…”

“Elijah isn’t as virtuous as he pretends to be, I’m afraid. He’s just as cold and ruthless as I am, only he hides behind his manners and freshly ironed suits, whereas I’ve grown to embrace it.” His hand traces the outline of your jaw, his fingers feathering down your neck and shoulders as a trail of goosebumps flashes up your arm. “He wanted to keep you from this, to hold you back from what you were meant to be, but I wouldn’t allow it.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes. “Now, why don’t we get you something more fresh to sink your teeth into?”

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Never To Plan

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader Damon Salvatore X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1069

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello I love your work but can you do a imagine where your the son of Katherine and Klaus and your just like them and your best friend is Kai Parker and your trying to get him out of the Prison World. You come into Mystic Falls and you See your old friend Stefan Dating your moms look alike and you fall for Damon and you guys start dating. Klaus comes into town and your thrown into WWW 3 so you go to Europe and then called back to the drama when Hayley is pregnant and you get along with Josh and Hayley and Davina but when Hope is born you sacrifice yourself to The crazy Aunt but you find out Damon is with Elena now and you turn off your emotions

You had come to Mystic Falls in search of a way to get your friend out of the Prison World but you ended up getting a little side tracked with Damon Salvatore catching your attention your plan stopped dead in it’s tracks, well kind of, you were still looking for ways to get him out but you were hitting more roadblocks then you wanted. That being said the real problem was your father, you were thrown into a fight you wanted no part in and so with no way to save both sides you take a step back and instead go to Europe in hopes of getting your search for Kai back on track and finding what you had really travelled all this time for.

That was how you found yourself in a small cafe in the east of London on the phone to your father who was in New Orleans “well what a surprise, I didn’t expect to hear from you.” You said as you answered the call. “I need your help.” He said. “Is that so?” You asked, taking a sip of the hot drink in front of you as you winked at the waitress who brought it over. “You have a sister.” He said. “You know that doesn’t surprise me.” You mumbled, you could feel his glare from across the sea. “What does that mean?” He asked. “We both know what that means.” You shuffled in your seat “what does your daughter have to do with me? What do you suddenly need your estranged son for?” “I need to show someone what a true king looks like and what his prince is capable of.” Klaus answered. “This king is you?” You downed the last of the drink before nodding in thanks to the girl who had served you before standing up. “And you, the prince.” Klaus confirmed. “No need to flatter me your highness, I know I’m only a prince in name.” You said as you walked back to the hotel that you were staying in. “Then prove to them that you are not.” He hung up the phone after that.

When you got to New Orleans a lot had already happened but the only thing that you did know was that it was that your father offered you a chance to make a mess and you had been bored for a few months now. “So you’re Marcellus, correct?” You asked as you looked at the man standing in the middle of the courtyard. “Who are you?” He asked. “(Y/N).” Rebekah said from her place next to Marcel. “Auntie Bekah, don’t tell me you’d abandon your family for a man?” You teased as you stepped closer. “He thinks that you would be enough to beat every vampire in this city?” Marcel asked, drawing your attention back to him. “Sunshine, I was born better than any vampire, werewolf or witch that you can throw at me but please do try.” You smirked “where are your forces anyway I’m itching to snap a neck and if it’s not them it will be you.” Someone grabbed you from behind, throwing you back into the wall “here we go.” You easily ripped apart the first few men next attacking together and getting a few hits in before you took them down, your hand in the chest of the last to attack you before you heard. “Hold on a moment.” Klaus said as he walked into the room “Marcel it seems that your men aren’t up to the challenge.” “Klaus.” Marcel glared. “Here I have a coin!” Klaus put it down on the floor “whoever picks up this coin will be spared his game!” “Game?” You squeezed the heart that resided in the chest you had punched through “I don’t think they are having much fun.” “But you are.” Klaus smirked, your eyes drawn to Rebekah as she whispered something to Marcel, you watched carefully as he stepped forward and bent, picking up the coin, you smirked as you pulled your hand from the man's chest and let him fall. “Nicely done your highness, I’ll be leaving then?” You asked and Klaus smirked. “Why would the prince leave his kingdom?”

It was years before real trouble found your family, you don’t know why it took so long but as your aunt claimed right to you or your sister, you decided that it would be you that she took, you had no intention of giving someone else in your place and so you left with her before anyone could stop you.

You honestly expected it to take longer, for her to break you but it only took her a few weeks to find out what you had left for your family what you hoped to one day go back to and took you to Mystic Falls told you to go and see the man that you had left, you walked into the boat house happier than you had in years and it was torn from you in seconds “(Y/N)?” Damon asked, you swallowed as you looked between the two, Damon and Elena more friendly then they were when you had left. “How long?” You asked. “(Y/N)-” “How long?” You asked again, fists curled so tight that you thought you might break your own hand. “You know what it doesn’t matter because I was told by so many people that you would break me-” “Break you!?” Damon asked. “You were the one that left!” “To protect every one of you because if my father had made me fight with him, you would have likely been the only one I would have convinced him to leave alive.” You answered. “Nice to know that you can think the worst of me.” “I-” “You had everything that I had left to give so if you’ll excuse me I have a prison to get back to.” You muttered. “(Y/N) wait!” Elena was the one that called out this time but when you turned back they all saw it, the dead look behind your eyes. “If you ever come near me again, either one of you, I will take the part of you that you love the most and twist it into your worst nightmare.” You threatened. “Come (Y/N), we have work to do.” Dahlia said as she gestured for you to follow her, you turned leaving the two alone in the house.

*Part 2*

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Love Awaits

Happy New Year! This is my post for Day 3. Yes, I know it's a bit late and I'm very sorry for that. It's also not set in 1910 but in Marcel's youth. We have a bit of a "found family" coming together in this AU. This is a little longer than usual to make up for the delay.

Randall was her responsibility. It was only a few years ago he was kicked out of their home. Randall was a Bennett and the Bennetts valued family but Randall was a boy and he didn't quite fit. Bonnie took on the responsibility of caring for him and abandoned the only home she knew. He was only a small child, but their bastard father saw Randall as useless. It was early in the year when they had lost their mother from magical overload in defeating a pack of rogue wolves that were terrorizing a nearby town.  Grief turned their father cruel. Bonnie and Randall left their small town Louisiana for the city. She was essentially a single mother at just fifteen with a five year old to take care of. It was hard but they made it work.

Years passed and they were happy. All they had was each other but that was enough. Randall even referred to Bonnie as his mother. At the age of 10, Randall found a slightly older boy unconscious by a pond. With his magic, he was able to send a message to his older sister. Luckily, she was not too far away and could provide medical aid to the unnamed boy with the knowledge she had from working as a nurse. Upon waking, the boy introduced himself as Marcel. Despite Marcel's insistence that he could walk home on the other side of the city, Bonnie and Randall brought him to their small home.

Hours passed and the boys lost time playing games (nothing too strenuous in consideration for Marcel's condition). Bonnie was making dinner when a belligerent knocking started at their door. When seeing the vampire snarling at her, Bonnie immediately sent him an aneurysm with her powers. She only stopped at Marcel crying out that this was his father. A vampire daddy was unheard of, but Bonnie believed the boy. With Marcel explaining the situation to his father (he was jumped by a rival to his father), the tension in the room disappeared. Bonnie made the sudden decision to invite the vampire inside if he provided his name. Klaus Mikaelson. From this point on, the families were close and the boys were basically inseparable.

It was a summer morning months later when Marcel dragged his father to the Bennett home. Klaus entered ready to greet Bonnie and Randall ran by with only one shoe to play outside with Marcel. Klaus called out to him, “Randall, get back here. You can't run off without your other shoe.”

The boy ran back inside the house to retrieve the shoe with Marcel following him. “I've been looking for it everywhere,” Randall said. Thanks, Pa.”

Bonnie appeared from the kitchen hearing their exchange with her hands on her hips. She voiced her confusion towards Randall. “Pa? He's not your father.”

“But Marcel said-”

“Shhhh,” interrupted Marcel while glaring at the younger boy.

Klaus raised a brow at his son and asked, “Marcellus, what did you tell him?”

“I only said it would be nice if we were a family.”

Randall continued, “And he said that mothers and fathers belong together.”

“Quiet!”

Bonnie could sense one of their childish arguments brewing. The arguments were never over anything serious but they tended to work out their problems physically and she didn't want them wrestling in the house. The last time they did so, they broke a vase of flowers. “Boys, we aren't together,” the Bennett witch remarked.

Marcel rolled his eyes at Bonnie's denial. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Then why is Pa so nice to you when he's mean to all the other ladies in covens?” Randall wondered aloud.

“He's not your Pa, Randall,” corrected his older sister/maternal figure.

Klaus and Bonnie were close but it wasn’t a relationship. “I respect Bonnie more than the arrogant witches of the city,” the Original justified.

Marcel joined in the questioning, “if you aren't together, why do you two always spend time together?”

Bonnie was surprised by the sudden interrogation and felt a bit defensive. The boys were together like glue. It shouldn't be so shocking that their guardians knew each other well. “We don't spend that much time together alone. You both are always with us.”

Randall was tired of their ridiculous excuses when he knew the truth. “Why did I see Klaus laying in bed with you?” he accused. “You were kissing!”

“Randall, what have I told you about spying?”

Instead of listening to the lecture he knew was coming, Randall took off with both shoes on his feet at lightning speed. He did not want to deal with his sister's wrath at him for violating her privacy. It didn't seem like a big deal to him anyway. He left immediately when he saw their lips touch. Marcel laughed as he went to catch Randall.

Klaus couldn’t help but to observe Bonnie and admire her beauty, even in her anger. “They think we’re in love,” Klaus said with a laugh.

Bonnie sighed, “it sounds silly and imaginative.” As much as her body desired his touch, they couldn't ever be romantically involved.

“We couldn’t ever be in love.” Feelings would complicate things. It would be a mistake for them to create a family together. Mortality would always separate them. As witches, they could never find happiness as vampires. Marcel could choose to turn when he got older, but Klaus could not expect that of Bonnie and Randall. “That’s a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed.”

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

Here's Day 12 of @whumptober 2024

back to Forgotten, following from "What's the bad news?" as Kol finds out how much has changed.

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Kol woke up choking gasping for air he could get.

“Crap-” he barely managed to catch the words but he recognized Marcel's voice. “Invite him in, D.”

“Come in.” a girl’s voice called quickly.

Suddenly he could breathe as the crushing feeling vanished.

He blinked as he was able to take in his situation, he was in a coffin unsurprisingly but the pair that stared at him weren’t his family.

When Klaus daggered him he was expecting to lose another century, as much as Finn and Rebekah claimed they wouldn't allow it, that they were a team now; they couldn't undagger him if they didn't know where he was, the fact none of them knew where Elijah was. 

Some part of him wondered despite all Nik’s claims that his brother had another hiding hole and at some point in the last century Elijah had ended up there, annoyed Nik so much that he hadn't been released for the happy family reunion.

He wasn’t expecting it to be Marcel Gerard’s frown that greeted him. 

At least he didn’t look too different from the cafe meeting, fashions the same meaning it couldn’t have been that long. 

The pretty witch was a delightful addition but that did little to get rid of his rage, however before he could fully lunge for Marcel's throat he found himself thrown back a pinned flat in the coffin. 

“You hurt either of them and I’ll lock you in there forever.” the girl told him coldly, as Kol was stuck looking between the ceiling and Marcellus’s stupid face. 

A witch and powerful at that, Kol smirked as he realised this- she was the reason the witches were desperate to call Nik and used the baby to control him, they were lucky Nik was desperate to lure Elijah back, with the call of family. 

Otherwise Nik would have abandoned the child over his pride, instead it had set him up against his beloved chosen Marcellus and Kol had been made into a bargaining chip.

Given to Marcel, helpless, as a god damn chest piece, a pawn, for all Nik’s claims of family Kol, his brother, had once again fallen to the side again.

That didn't explain why he was undaggered, as much as he despised it he knew he was far more manageable than way.

“Marcel, didn't know you liked my company that much.” He grinned, as he left the force holding him drop and he slowly pushed himself up

“I don't,” Marcel snapped, stepping back and placing himself between Kol and the witch. “I just hate those daggers.”

“Really I remember from my sister's complaints, you had no issue leaving her daggered for decades to get on Nik’s side.” he replied before cocking his head to investigate the witch, “Kol Mikaelson at your service, love.”

The girl, D?, he remembered Marcel calling as he suffocated earlier, didn't offer her name and instead stared at him.

“That's none of your-” Marcel started, but Kol cut him off.

“My sister, my business.” he reminded him.

Marcel sighed and Kol caught the faint sounds of a piano being played, he closed his eyes for a moment to breathe, another vampire was downstairs and yet that was all. The house was empty other than Marcel, the young witch and the vampire downstairs playing, it was strange, they clearly weren't in the compound. He thanked his supernatural hearing and the differences between humans and vampires that allowed him to notices the small scattered vampires in the crowds outside.

Bodyguards, but for the witch or the vampire downstairs because if that one was a guard he wouldn’t be playing but up here. A lover perhaps moved away to keep from Klaus or Rebekah when she eventually returns to the city, while the noise outside spoke of the city, it was calmer than the compound’s location. 

Either way to weak points Marcel was allowing him to know about.

“What are you up to Marcel?” he asked, honest curiosity, “a little hide away in the city”

“I want your brother out of my city.” Marcel answered.

“The city my brother's built, you mean?” he corrected he knew how much work Elijah had put into this city, he was half the reason he had followed Niklaus here. 

“Kol, he daggered you.”

“He does that.” Kol snapped “Sure I'm pissed at him but why you think I'd side with his foundling over my blood, I don't know.”

“What if it was for Elijah?” Marcel asked, making Kol freeze as all his thoughts vanished.

“What!?” he lunged ignoring the witch and found himself thrown back into the coffin for it, “if you’ve had him-” he snarled “after everything he did, he loved you, gave you up-”

“You knew?” Marcel blinked.

“Of course I saw the way he looked at you before I was daggered again,” he snarled as honest resentment spilled free “to protect you. I saw the way you were the next time I was undaggered, once again Elijah gave up what he wanted for Nik, and yet again he didn’t notice.”

“Did you all-“

“Yes.” Kol seethed as he attempted to smother his anger, “but Nik couldn’t admit he made a mistake, that he was jealous of how close you were, and later Bex wasn’t going to think too much on the fact both her brothers saw her lover as a son. So what have you done to Elijah?“ he managed to ask calmly. 

“Nothing- I’ve been trying to fix it.“ Marcel protested making Kol frown but he once again pushed himself up without making any threatening moves, the witch’s glare was fierce as she watched him.

She was young, mid to late teens and powerful, and no doubt a brilliant mind behind sharp eyes, but Elijah had to come first.

“Fix what? tell me.” he demanded as he climb out of the coffin.

“Your father made a version of the daggers, to keep Elijah out of the way when he hunted Klaus, he left your brother here until he killed Klaus.”

“So undagger him.” he retorted the obvious while resisting the urge to swear and take his anger out on the coffin tearing it apart would mak him feel better, because of course it was fucking Mikael, hunting Niklaus and not caring about any of the rest of them getting caught in the middle.

“I tried as soon as we found him, we couldn't.“

“What do you mean, couldn't?” he asked, “just pulled the dagger out.”

“He couldn’t, it was different from those ones,” the witch added, “ the moment it entered Elijah’s heart the enchantment spread to his body.” 

“It took the work of several witches before we developed an idea of how to free him.“ Marcel added moving, clearly to pull his attention from the witch.

“So he’s free now, what’s the issue?” he questioned because something wasn’t working out and Kol had a creeping sense of dread of what it was.

The piano playing vampire downstair must be Elijah as the only other one in the house but missed notes and mistakes that Elijah would never argued against that idea.

“He was awake and feeling it every moment, the dagger in his heart, the clothes on his skin.” Marcel confessed and Kol hated as the dread settled in his stomach, very little could keep Elijah from them but Kol swallowed around the lump in his throat. Finn had been awake for centuries in his coffin, hearing it all but even he hadn’t been feeling the object in his heart. 

And he had still been with the family, even if he hated them.

Elijah had been awake and aware they had left him, forgotten him. 

Elijah who had always done everything to keep them together. 

Alone.

“I want to see him.” he said, suddenly, it couldn’t be that bad, Elijah just needed to know how much the family needed him and he could shake off whatever leftover effects.

The pair shared a look before they nodded, the witch disappearing ahead of them out of the room.

“No violence.” Marcel started after they left the room.

“What?”he blinked stopping for a moment for moving faster to catch up

“He’s not as he was, so just be careful around him.” Marcel warned and Kol noticed they were heading towards the music, the witch must have run ahead, to warn them-Elijah maybe.

“He’s my brother. I've known him for 8 centuries on and off.” Kol reminded sharply, he had lost over two centuries thanks to the coffins and Elijah’s habit of helping Nik. 

“Just-” Marcel let his breath out in a hiss, “Please, listen and be gentle.”

Kol wanted to retort that Elijah didn’t need gentle, had never needed it but he remembers over hearing Finn’s nightmares before he left the mansion to find Elijah before mother’s death.

Finn had never been close enough to any of them to confide in them, then never bothered to look for a problem but Elijah was different, they had all worked to see what little weakness they could use to combat his iron will.

“Wait here,” Marcel ordered, as they reached the door where the music was coming from, closer now just made the flaws and mistakes Elijah wouldn’t make clearer. 

Kol was humouring Marcellus, that was all.

It couldn’t be that bad, Elijah was- well Elijah.

Maybe the time had messed up his nerves, his hands were stiff from so long not using them.

“How are you feeling today Elijah?” He heard Marcel ask, causing the music to stop. 

“I can’t play, my hands just aren’t working with me today.” Came a quiet answer, Kol bit his cheek, softer than Elijah normally was but it was still his brother’s voice. 

It had only been a handful of years to him but it sounded too different but still, it was Elijah. 

He had been here all this time,but maybe he had been right, it was just some left over stiffness, he could call his siblings, Finn who had been growing worryingly open about his concern and Rebekah he had caught crying blaming herself for Elijah’s absence.  

“You have a visitor.” Marcel said and Kol knew his cue so he pushed the doors open and strolled in as if he owned the place half expecting a judgemental look. 

“Hello bro-“ he started but failed to finish as he took in the other. 

The last time he had seen Elijah his brother had held him for Klaus to dagger, sharp suit, cold expression and disappointment in his narrowed eyes. 

This Elijah looked at him with wide eyes, hair short and free of any product, suit gone replaced by a too big loose sweatshirt.

He looked small, Kol couldn’t help but he stuck by it. 

“Kol?” his brother called in disbelief looking between him, Marcel and the witch.

“He's real.” Marcel told Elijah painfully softly, it set a chill down his spine.

Kol watched as a grin spread across Elijah's face, he managed to catch sight of him standing from the piano before he found himself staring at the ceiling as his back hit the ground, too shocked to brace himself. 

His brother was too light, he thought as he realised Elijah was on him. 

One arm around his back, the other cupping the back of his head so he hadn’t hit it on the floor, because of course Elijah had thought of that. 

His brother’s head was buried in his shoulder and could feel the deep breaths he was taking but Kol’s mind was stuck by the fact Bex had felt heavier last time they had wrestled.

His hands moved to hug his brother back, and he swallowed as he felt how thin and fragile he was.

“What happened?” he croaked around the lump in his throat.

“Sorry I've been working on that.” Elijah admitted sheepishly as pull back from his neck to look him in the face, he had  clearly noticed the way Kol’s hands had frozen on his back, a world away from his confident big brother.

Elijah stared at his face for a moment as if to memorise it, giving Kol as much time to trace the sharp cheekbones and jaw, too thin, his brother had alway been handsome, it was something they shared but never this delicate, before he returned his face to his shoulder hugging him tightly enough that he felt his bones crack.

He wrapped himself back around Elijah too scared to squeeze himself in case he broke him.

The dagger was different, he had been awake and apparently starving inside the coffin, alone, what if it had weakened his bones, his healing?

 “You going to let me go?” he asked after he realised too much time had passed to be normal, or acceptable in any other time, he had managed to sit up which left him with a brother on his lap.

Elijah  barely noticed the move or his current place and Kol was growing highly aware of just how light he was.

"Just a little more." Elijah almost pleaded into his shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” he replied in an attempt to reassure and get Elijah to let go, he hadn’t expected he would need to do more than that but Elijah just shook his head and attempted to hug him tighter.

He choked slightly at the pressure.

“Hey E,” Marcel called lightly, making Kol want to pull Elijah closer himself, E? Lik he had called the witch D, no one nicknamed Elijah, “you may want to loosen your hold before you hurt him.”

Suddenly he no longer had a brother on him as Elijah threw himself backwards, rising from the ground to standing was graceful as he expected of his brother as was watching as he flatten the front of his hoodie the way he would with a suit.

But those were only glimpses of familiar things, everything else screamed wrong.

“How come you're here?” Elijah asked, but he clearly wasn’t interested in the answer as he was still looking over Kol as if he expected him to vanish.

“Nik-” Kol started but realised as soon as the name left his mouth he had made a mistake as Marcel froze but Elijah flinched.

“Niklaus, he's here in the city?” Elijah spoke his voice sharper than the soft murmur he had started to hate but he realised it was better than the panic now clear “Marcel that's what your-” he twisted to face Marcel “why, why now? Where was he? What did I do wrong?” 

Something in Kol’s chest breaks the same way Elijah’s voice did in the final question.

“What?” he asked “why do you think that Elijah?”

“I had to,” Elijah explained, “or why was I left behind, I had to, they had to have a reason.” 

“It’s alright, I've got it under control, you and D are safe here.” Marcel promised, as he took a step closer to Elijah, Kol noticed the witch stand up as well.

“NO!” Elijah shouted stepping back from Marcel, but the volume vanished as Elijah's voice hitched “He’ll bring father back.” he whimpered.

Kol was frozen on the floor as he watched his big brother wrap his arms around himself and shook. 

Untouchable, prefect, collected Elijah, gone.

Gone without any of them noticing.

Kol took a breath, smothered his own fear at the sight, the hurt and pushed himself back to his feet, standing within arms reach of Elijah, curled in on himself as he was made the height difference between them stark.

“Mikael’s dead.” he said.

“What?” Elijah’s shaking stopped and Kol found the narrowed eyed glare of dark eyes was a relief as the sharp attention fixed on him “He- when?”

“Over a year ago.” he answered 

“Over a year” Elijah repeated after him with a flat empty tone “and nobody came.”

“We didn't know where you were,” the words caused Elijah to shudder but Kol kept going “Finn left looking for you. Me and Bekah too, we all have since Klaus undaggered us.

“Rebekah was daggered?” Elijah asked.

“How long has she been daggered?” Marcel spoke at the same time.

“About a year after they left here,” he replied, Rebekah had told him shortly after the rework when mother was attempting to play happy families. “Mikael found them again.”

“You were looking.” Elijah said slowly.

“Of course.”

Elijah seemed to take the words in as his breathing calmed, however before Kol could say another thing he's eyes slid shut and Kol lunged to catch Elijah as he collapsed.

“ELIJAH!” he shouted. Looking up to find Marcel frozen in a similar reaching position, “What wrong with him?” he demanded

“He’s overwhelmed.” Marcel sighed

“Elijah doesn't just-” he started

“He does now, a century in the coffin changed things, you saw that.” Marcel pointed out.

“It’s more than emotional things” the witch added, “it’s physical, he sleeps more, struggles to stay warm, has some days he can't get out of bed-”

“And drinking?” he asked, “You said you removed the dagger a few months ago and he's still too thin.”

“He forgets to eat.” The witch explained annoyance and concern as she looked at Elijah.

“And you have him locked away alone here because-” he trailed off expecting an answer.

“He gets overwhelmed.” Marcel repeated, “he forgets his strength sometimes, he killed two of my guys by accident and then blamed himself for it.”

“So you leave him with a teenager.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can look after myself, I'm helping Elijah.” the girl protested.

“I'll take him to his room.” Marcel said as he stepped closer, Kol readjusted his hold on ELijah until he had him in a bridal carry, shifting them until Elijah’s head was in the crook of his neck, Elijah skin was colder than he should have been.

“No.” he replied.

“What?”

“Lead the way. He's my brother.”Kol added with a touch too many teeth to be anything other than a threat.

Elijah is as terrifyingly light as he feared, he noted as he walked through the house following Marcel, it seemed his coffin was on the other side of the house from Elijah’s room.

Once he followed Marcel through the door, he wasn’t sure what he expected but he was relieved to find the room looked to his brother’s taste, that was one thing unchanged, numerous filled bookshelves  sat against the walls and a clearly in use writers desk sat among them.

The furniture was simple yet classy, the biggest difference was the bed, or more honestly the stack of folded blankets sat on it.

Kol sets Elijah down gently in the bed but still frowns when it causes no reaction, Elijah was a light sleeper, a necessity with four younger siblings and Mikael.

“He sleeps heavily.” Marcel explained noticing his concern, as he began covering Elijah was a series of blankets.

He watched taking a step back when he thought they were done only to blink when Marcel stepped over to the writers desk and started writing onto a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” He asked, keeping his voice low out of instinct.

“Writing a note so he doesn’t wake up thinking you were a dream and start wondering if he ever escaped the coffin.” Marcel told him.

“That could happen?” he asked, hearing the horror in his own voice.

“Hasn’t for a few weeks but if anything set us back it would be this.” Marcel said casually like it wasn’t a nightmare, Kol’s calm controlled always put together big brother; broken, shattered, untrusting of his own mind.

Kol turned and walked from the room before he gave in to the part of him that wanted to crawl into the bedside his brother and refuse to let him go so he was never alone again.

He found the witch waiting for them standing tensely, he plastered on a charming smile and smothered the terror of the fact Elijah was the one that needed protecting now.

“Sorry,” he apologised as he stepped out the door and waited for Marcel to follow “I never got your name Love.”

“It’s Davina, Davina Claire,” she told him coolly but he noticed the interest in her eyes.

Well that settled that then, both reasons he had even bothered to follow Nik back to this place in one place.

“So we got a deal, you keep this a secret and help me to get Klaus to leave-” Marcel began after he shut the door.

“No.” he smiled.

“What?“

“I’m staying.”

“What?” Marcel repeated flatly

“I told him I’m not going anywhere, I meant it.” Kol shrugged, he hadn’t when he said the words but as the full realisation of what Mikael had done, of how Elijah had reacted to Nik’s name, there was no way he was leaving Elijah.

“Klaus and you wanted me out the way, so I’ll stay here out of both your ways with Elijah and you can have fun fighting Klaus for this city.“ he beamed with an innocent smile that none of his siblings believed but far too many outside them did.

His smile widened as he took in the horror in Marcel’s expression.

Marcel might be family after all as he clearly saw through it.

[readingrebloggingreliving]

Stuck

Summery: Finn has been stuck in this coffin for a thousand years. And nothing can ever be easy. Never.

Word Count: 792

A/N: First attempt at this so honestly I may rewrite this later but it's been stuck in my head because of a conversation with @crimsonlyinglilly so...have my first attempt.

Finn doesn't know when it started. When the darkness, the calm nothing became him stuck. Him hearing everything but unable to join, not able to touch, talk or see. Stuck with being able to hear and smell. Stuck in this torture seeing Why

The first thing he does remember being so clear is another brother's voice. Elijah. Talking of their travelling. Of some group he'd began with his sired. How Klaus made him abandon them. As that had trailed off he. Felt a hand move fixing clothes against dead yet so sensitive skin. "I wish I could wake you brother. I do so hate to see you like this. But... I can't. Niklaus would take it as a personal slight. And perhaps it's better for you as well. You never truly did like what we are. I hope the darkness is kinder to you." His voice was honest. Genuine.

But it made him scream mentally. It was the most obvious sign that he was still here because of his brother. Klaus. Klaus put him here. In the darkness. Stuck in his mind. He wanted to call out in denial as Elijahs footsteps lead away from him. Desperate for Some level of connection to the outside world. To life.

He always heard as his siblings approached or left. Following them around the house, the only thing he still had left. Klaus was the one who talked to him most. He never had an apology for his predicament like Elijah did more often than not. Nor was he really addressed. Klaus simply seemed to use him as a sound board. Ranting about their siblings about enemies and plans gone wrong.

Rebekah's voice was calm and almost a balm in comparison. She'd tell him of things he was missing as much as complaining of the newest love that Klaus had killed or compelled away. So at least he felt like he was connecting Somehow.

"You know. I have a plan." Kol had started. It was almost a surprise. Kol never spoke to him. "There's this magic. It can turn silver to gold. So we can change one of the daggers to gold and let Nik have a taste of his own medicine!" His voice was bouncy, excited. Like it used to be when he was young. When mother was teaching them of new magic or spells. He'd missed that, even just from afar. "I just need to find a big enough stone." He said and Finn could hear him pacing and then sigh. "When it works brother. I'll drag that dagger from your chest. And we'll go our separate ways. As we should have all those years ago. Always and forever be damned."

There was a spark of hope, light hitting his chest at the words.

Those were quickly burnt out hearing Elijah talking. But it wasn't to him.

"Kol. You can't imagine Rebekah would stand against Niklaus. And not could I be seen to. Why not keep it to yourself. You know better." He'd said softly. Finn would laugh if he could. 'be seen to' as if Elijah would ever fight Klaus. "I'm sure your plan was sound. Except if he ever woke. He'd have attempted to kill us all if we helped." A flicker of doubt hit Finn. Perhaps Elijah would help them. "Until you wake again." Elijah said lightly and the lid of a coffin closed.

Kol had been woken again and this time Elijahs speech was different. " I see a change in him. For the first time in centuries, he acted solely for the benefit of another. I believe that young Marcellus, with whom he can identify and even nurture, holds the key to our brother's troubled soul. Unfortunately, Kol, your wretched behavior will only serve to distract him from this auspicious path. Now, you might well consider me a hypocrite to betray you as I have. For his sake, you must sleep. Even I must make certain sacrifices, if, indeed, we are to preserve the precious bond between Niklaus and that child."

Finn was struck by that dull disappointment once more. Elijah was his hope. And as it stands? He was never getting out of this darkness.

Until he did.

The fight between Elijah and Klaus. The admitting to their mothers murder. The rage he felt burnt through his system and the Relief as that dagger was dragged from his chest to see his brother above him, explaining, in hushed whispers, the plan.

The idea of their family being a family but removing Klaus. Leaving him behind. The four of them together at some level of peace sounded wonderful. Hopefully with Elijah on their side finally. They'd be fine.

Perhaps he could find Sage. If she was still alive, see if she'd allow him another chance.

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday!

more very extended prelude to smutty literature. also yet again possibly more of an outtake than a sneak peek. i'll have to see how it works when the whole thing is done. which i really, really hope will be soon.

this

then this

this

this

then this week's

this one

then this

and finally this

“Why did you come back?” she asked, a soft, near-murmur. “You keep saying you're leaving, but you never do.”

He looked away, the usual parade of emotions in his eyes and the way he worked his jaw, before something like resolve took over. He sat up, probably to make himself feel less vulnerable, but it brought him so much closer to her.

“When I went to New Orleans, I discovered a boy I'd raised from childhood, my son in all but name, had taken over the city and was calling himself king. I'd thought him dead for over a century. We were unprepared when Mikael came for us. It was the longest we'd ever stayed in one place, and I became complacent.”

“Klaus,” she whispered.

“No. It's true. I loved New Orleans. It was my city. I'd built it from quite literally nothing. Nurtured and shaped it.”

“It was your home.”

“I hadn't had one in so long. We should have gone fifty years earlier, had I not been a fool. But I was and Marcellus’ life was the cost. Or so I thought.”

“But that's a good thing, isn't it? That he's still alive?”

“We are strangers now, he and I. Not father and son. Perhaps one day we'll know each other again, perhaps not, but it will never be as it was. I left, because I would have been more hindrance than help. I don't have the patience for petty squabbling amongst witches. Elijah’s far better suited.”

“I don't know,” Caroline giggled. “You wear one pretty well.”

His soft affectionate smile was a fleeting reprieve. “He knew. Elijah. He knew Marcellus lived, but deemed it advantageous for the family that I remained unaware. I have made decisions like that for my siblings countless times before, but I couldn't bear to see my brother's face after he told me it had all been for the best.”

“You didn't dagger him.”

“Believe me, I considered it.” He brought his far leg up, bent at the knee, and wrapped his arm around it. The conversation lagged for long enough while he was lost in thought that Caroline almost prompted him to go on. Eventually, he sighed. “What would be the point? Someone needed to stay in New Orleans, and I was in no condition. Well,” he chuckled ruefully, “you saw me.”

She had. There'd been a fragility to him when he'd come back to Mystic Falls. A week after graduation, she'd found him in the Grill, drinking alone, and as much as she'd wanted to march over and demand to know what he was doing there, she'd also spent the past week feeling very alone. Caroline wasn't built to be on her own. She could do it. She was good at it, given all the practice she’d had, but it wasn't the way she'd choose to live. She liked having family, friends, activities that kept her involved with the town. People who knew her, even if they didn’t entirely understand her.

Maybe that was why she kept falling for werewolves.

So, she sat down next to him and pretended it wasn't a surprise to see him. He'd offered her a glass from the bottle of bourbon he'd been knocking back, and his obvious gratitude when she’d behaved like she normally would and made him buy her a vodka sour instead was enough to soften her into spending the evening with him.

She'd complained about organizing the Independence Day celebration, because their usual fireworks display vendor had been recently arrested by the ATF for selling black market cigarettes. He'd complained about the retirement of one of the people who managed his legal business interests, because the man had been particularly trustworthy, and forty years didn't seem very long to someone who'd lived a millennium. She'd talked about meeting Linda Harrison at a screening of Planet of the Apes with her dad. He'd talked about knowing Roddy McDowall and Montgomery Clift in the 1950s. They'd ended up arguing about Cormac McCarthy, the bleakness of his prose, and why the hell was his punctuation like that? They'd touched on nothing of consequence, but it was the most fun she'd had in ages, and she'd liked watching the tension in him unravel minute after minute.

He'd walked her home afterward, perfectly steady on his feet, despite the quantity of alcohol he'd consumed. Standing outside her front door, he'd thanked her for the night so sweetly and sincerely. She'd darted in to hug him without thinking about why that was a terrible idea, but couldn't bring herself to regret it when he'd left her house seeming more solid. Less like a sketch he'd drawn of himself.

[celia39494]

Not me realising that the Mikaelsons only call Marcel "Marcellus" when he's in danger or doing something so stupid, so beyond dangerous, they need to remind him of who raised him lmao like, Marcel thinks it's a good idea to join a cult? - "You could have asked me Marcellus" Elijah, actual-founder-of-the-said-cult Mikaelson.

Marcel gets bitten by Hayley to get venom through his veins and win an actual life or death battle? - "wow, way to go to impress your new friends, Marcellus, bet you're proud of yourself now? " Klaus only-my-blood-can-heal-wereworlf-bites Mikaelson.

Like if they need to actually scold him, it's Marcellus lmao and all of this just for them to jump to his protection the second they see him struggle. I'm sick.

He's their child and he hates it so much too like Marcel "I don't need your authorisation to join a cult" and "whoever comes for you comes for me" Gerard jumping directly into battle knowing damn well Elijah was about to jump between him and any other vampire trying to kill him and Klaus was going to give him his blood anyway. I'm literally so sick it's not even funny anymore.

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 16: Presumed Dead

Still being late, but hey! At least I've got them done! Day 13 really was my holdup tbh, and I didn't want to post the others when I was missing day 13. I've had a different version of this one written since like, the start of the month, but I decided I didn't like it around the 16th, so I rewrote it.

And Ik the characters are OOC in this, Elijah has an excuse, but also I feel like he deserves to say fuck at least once. Plus, this is a new AU, called 'Let Me Stay'.

Hope you enjoy!

Klaus was happy. Or at least, he was content. Sure, his brothers were dead, and that put a considerable dampener on his mood. He didn’t mind Finn’s so much, since his older brother had always been boring anyways, always going on and on about how they were monstrous, and they shouldn’t kill, and how they should all just die instead of drinking blood.

It had gotten old after the third day of his moping, so no, Klaus wasn’t really all that bothered by his oldest brother’s death. Kol’s, however, he was very upset about. He’d cared for his younger half-brother, who’d barely blinked at the news that they didn’t share a father. Kol had been fun, if too wild and mischievous to be kept undaggered all the time, and Klaus missed him a lot.

If he hadn’t wanted more doppelgänger blood, so that he could make more hybrids, Klaus would have burned Mystic Falls, and everyone living in it, to the ground. Thinking about it, Klaus saw no reason not to go back and do it anyways. There was only one cure, and his doppelgänger hadn’t taken it, so there was no reason to not do it. He wouldn’t be getting more hybrids regardless.

But he was on a mission, this time. New Orleans. He’d been happy here, once, he remembered, him and Rebekah. Kol had enjoyed it too, when Klaus had let him out of his coffin. Maybe they’d be able to find happiness here again, even though it was just the two of them left.

Klaus’ plan was simple. He was going to conquer New Orleans again, for himself and Rebekah, and rule it. Make sure that his brothers were never forgotten. He’d carve all the statues himself, if necessary, ones for Kol, and ones for Finn.

And ones for Elijah.

It was times like these, that Klaus missed his older brother the most. Elijah was levelheaded, protective of their family. He was certain that Elijah would have burned that miserable town to the ground, as soon as he’d learned of Kol’s death. Hell, maybe even as soon as he’d learned of Finn’s death.

But Elijah was dead. Klaus knew it, they all knew it. Elijah had never even gotten to see New Orleans, never gotten to see their return to the homeland. He’d died too early, far too early for the eternity their mother had promised them when she’d made them vampires.

It was one of Klaus’ biggest regrets, that he’d left his brother there. They’d argued, and Klaus had stormed out in a rage, not wanting to see his brother when he was that mad. There’d been no one else at their temporary home, and when he’d come back… Elijah was gone.

Oh, his things were still there, but Klaus had assumed that he’d merely left as well, to go calm down in a place where he wouldn’t be reminded of Klaus and their siblings. Only, Elijah hadn’t come back. They’d stayed there longer than planned, waiting for Elijah, before they’d heard news of Mikael in the area, and had had to run.

And now, it was centuries later, and Elijah was dead, followed by their other brothers. Klaus at least hoped that his brothers were happy together in death, that they’d found peace together. Because he and Rebekah weren’t at peace, were struggling to move on, even as they’d managed without Elijah for the past 700 years.

Learning Marcellus was alive helped, even if he’d changed his name to Marcel, and had taken over Klaus’ city. One part of the hybrid could admire his ward’s, his child’s, audacity, but the other part was just mad. This was still his, even if Marcel was claiming otherwise.

But at least with Marcel’s survival, Rebekah would be happy. Klaus knew that his sister had been upset at her lover’s death, so upset that she hadn’t spoken a word of his name since they’d left what they thought was his burning corpse in New Orleans. He hadn’t been much better, admittedly, since in his grief, he’d also forbade news of his son around him.

But this wasn’t quite a fully-vampiric city, Klaus listened to Marcel explain. He’d done a lot of work, and Klaus could admire how he’d wiped out one pack of wolves, and cursed the other, but apparently there was a third.

A werewolf pack that hadn’t existed, back when Klaus was in charge. Marcel described it as having vampires in it, vampires who refused to join his cause. And the pack leaders hadn’t changed since its conception, over half a century beforehand.

“They’re vicious,” Marcel told him. “I don’t know how they’ve stayed around this long, but if my guys attack, then they’ll get bitten and die. And I don’t want to lose god knows how many men for even a single mile of territory, cause I’m damn sure I wouldn’t get more than that,”

“Good thing my blood can heal werewolf bites, then,” Klaus smirked, as his mind raced.

Werewolves would change pack leaders when they got too old, so it wouldn’t have been unusual for the previous leaders to stick around as Elders in the pack. But to not have changed over at all? The leaders should definitely be too old now, even if they were still alive.

Maybe it was just a clever trick, designed to confuse and scare the vampires? But Klaus had trained Marcel himself, had raised him, he wasn’t one to get confused by that sort of paltry trick. And Marcel swore it was the same leaders.

“I’ll come with you,” He decided on a whim.

Marcel was going to go and meet with this pack, and its leaders, the next day. And, well, Klaus couldn’t deny the slight preening when he saw Marcel’s small look of gratitude. Having a hybrid there would change things, and Klaus wanted to meet these wolves.

To find out their secrets... He'd string them up, if he had to.

-

And of course, it couldn’t be that easy. There were representatives from the witches and from the humans there as well, which made it that much harder to pick out which ones were from the wolves. Or, well, that was his initial impression.

It became that much easier to tell when the wolf representatives came slightly late, striding through the doors like they owned the place.

Klaus had seen many wolves over the years, old, young, etc. He knew what a wolf looked like when it was ageing, and these wolf leaders didn’t look that much over 80, if he had to guess. Which, given his approximation of their ages, shouldn’t be possible.

Introductions were had, including his. The meeting went as expected, if a bit calmer than Marcel had described it as. The wolves kept glancing at him, as though they knew something about him that Klaus didn’t.

And then, as he left, he found out what all those glances were for.

For outside, waiting for them all to exit the church (it was a neutral space, apparently. Since the leader of the human faction was the priest in charge, so it wasn’t biased towards the vampires, the witches, or the werewolves.), was a ghost.

Klaus stumbled back a little at the sight, feeling dread fill him. There, standing by the entrance was Elijah. Or at least, a very good replica of Elijah. Klaus blinked a couple times, but it was still there, still look just like his older brother had on calm days, his face tilted up to catch the sun’s rays as he waited for their next problem to be brought to him.

“You’re dead,” Klaus croaked out, when he got his voice back. “You died,”

And the Elijah-lookalike turned to face him, and- it was so realistic. It even had the quiet anger burning in its eyes, like Elijah’d always had whenever he’d get angry. A cold type of anger, that his self-control had never let him unleash on his siblings, turning itself into disappointment for them.

“Klaus Mikaelson,” It even had the same voice as his brother, although Klaus couldn’t remember Elijah calling him anything other than Niklaus their entire lives.

“Elijah?” He hesitantly asked, and was rewarded with a punch to the face.

It shocked everyone behind them, Klaus could tell by their gasps and yelps, but this was his brother. And if his brother was alive, then… Something had happened to him. Klaus hadn’t found him, over the centuries, even if the others had stopped him from searching after the first century.

“You left me with him,” Elijah hissed into his face, grabbing Klaus’ shirt collar and pulling him closer. “You knew he had me, and you left me with him,”

“We thought you were dead!” Klaus frantically defended, although he did try to gesture for Marcel to stay away.

This was his brother, and Klaus was immortal. He would survive, but he wasn’t sure if Marcel would. Regardless of what Elijah dealt to him, and Klaus knew he’d deserve it, for not realising his big brother was alive for all these years, he’d live.

“Rebekah will be happy to see you,” he tried, and Elijah dropped him onto the floor. “And… I’m glad you’re alive, brother,”

Elijah merely scoffed, before he turned on his heel and started walking away. “Fuck you,” He tossed over his shoulder, before he sped away.

[its-a-secert01]

Not So Noble- part 6

Y/n pov

After the incident with Elijah, I came to realize that he wouldn't stop until I talked to him we would have to come to some agreement.

I went back to the house where it all started, I walked in to find Kol sitting with a drink in his hand.

"Hello darling, Klaus isn't here I'm afraid."

"I'm looking for Elijah." He raised an eyebrow.

"Skipping between brothers, are we? Does that mean I'm next?"

"In your dreams brother.," Elijah said walking in Kol took the hint raising his hands.

"I need to speak with you," I said I wasn't sure if it was visible or not but I could feel myself shaking.

"I was just leaving." He said throwing on the jacket to his suit and walking past me

"Then I'll come with you," I said.

"I do not need any company."

"Elijah we need to talk about this you owe me that!" I shouted. He came to a stop and turn to face me.

"After what you did, I deserve at least a little bit of closure," I added

"What I did was wrong but how are you any better; I try to come and apologize to you and find you with my brother."

"You slept with someone else! Someone you told me you were over."

"And I tried to atone for that." I shook my head,

"You know everybody assumes you come running to redeem Klaus the minute he screws up; the truth is you only do it for yourself; because forbid the great Elijah Mikelson is found to be the monster

as long as Klaus screws up your run and tries to fix the mess everybody thinks you're the good one; the trusted one. But the minute he tries to fix something you broke he's no longer considered redeemable." Elijah stayed quiet

"This has nothing to do with my brother's redemption."

"Then what Elijah please explain -." I stopped myself

"You know what...Listen I get it, your feelings for her are too strong, and that's ok I've come to accept that; Elijah honestly even if It seems like it I'm not angry with you anymore I've accepted the loss and I should be thanking you."

"Thanking me?"

"You showed me a world that was different from my own I've met so many amazing people because of it, and honestly I found myself caring about people that I thought I never would."

He shook his head and closed the distance between us, he took a strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear.

"There's a place in my non-beating heart that will always be yours, but if my brother is what you want then I'm going to have to be ok with that, just promise you won't let him lose control."

"I promise." Elijah pulled me in to a huge "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"I forgive you," I said

After pulling away he straightened himself out,

"I must go I was supposed to meet Niklaus at Marcellus's place." I nodded.

Despite everything, it felt good to finally get things out, and call out the elephant in the room now the one thing left was to figure out my feelings for Klaus.

[perzysprumia]

TENDAI GOLDSMITH.

full name: tendai goldsmith species: vampire turned by: niklaus mikaelson age: 450+ 26 birthday: august 26th zodiac: virgo gender: cisgender man pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual (female/femme-presenting leaning) race: black hair color / style: black-brown / short eye color: brown height: 190cm / 6'3" traits/personality: ambitious, skilled in fencing and jewelry making, stern, charming, patient, blunt, prone to violence if provoked, refined taste in a number of things, methodically manipulative, very good liar, persuasive, good at getting what he wants from people, always using the people he spends time with. family: adoptive parents (both deceased), five adoptive siblings (two remain alive, both vampires turned by ten himself) fandom: the originals first appearance: S01E01 faceclaim: rege-jean page

H I S T O R Y :

Tendai (pronounced ten-die) was born in Zimbabwe in the mid 1500s, and he and his mother fled the country once Spanish men began taking their people and selling them into slavery for the new world. They made their way through Europe and to England, where the 4 year old Tendai was adopted by a very progressive, high-class family after his mother died from plague. He took on the name Goldsmith but his adoptive parents kept his given first name, shortening it to Ten to be more socially acceptable.

Ten was raised in the same manner as his adoptive brothers and sisters (of which he had 5 siblings) and was treated no differently by his family. When Ten came of age, though, he learned that the shelter of his family home kept him safe from the cruelty and judgement of the outside world. He refused to let others’ judgements define him though, and attended Oxford the same as his siblings, worked under his adoptive father in the fine jewelry business, even climbed to the top of the social ladder in London with his fantastic taste for throwing very lavish parties.

It’s at one of these parties that he meets Niklaus Mikaelson, who seems to have an eye for him and continues to come around Ten even well after their initial meeting. They are both stricken with each other and after a few months, Ten even follows Klaus to Italy, despite his family’s disapproval. It is in Italy that Klaus reveals his vampiric affliction, which Ten takes as an opportunity to use to his advantage. He is highly competitive and thinks vampirism would set him over the top within his social class, seeing as he could persuade people in many different ways to give him what he wants: more money, status, and power. All things Klaus himself can offer him, but when Klaus finally turns Ten and spends at least a year teaching him the basics of being a vampire, Ten disappears. He flees, and Klaus uses this situation as further proof that he can neither trust nor love anyone.

While Klaus is looking for Ten in England, Ten is actually in France, which is where he meets a woman by the name of Desdemona Godfrey. She is the only immortal other than the Mikaelsons he has ever met, except she is a true immortal; she cannot die no matter what she is killed with. They quickly become friends, as they are both very driven people with the same goals for themselves: gain more power. While the two of them have slept together and continue to do so, Ten would hardly call it a relationship, mainly because what he had with Klaus was far more intense. He doesn’t think anything else will ever compare, but he remains close with Desdemona throughout the decades.

After spending over a century traveling through Europe, the Middle East, and Asia, Ten gains word of the Mikaelsons for the first time in years. He makes his way to New Orleans in the mid 1700s and rekindles his relationship with Klaus after a few years of avoiding being killed by Klaus’ own hand. He gets close with the family, far closer than he had been before, and even helps young Marcellus adapt to being around vampires when Klaus decides to adopt him. Ten opens an antique jewelry shop in the French Quarter and all seems well until 1919. Rather than outright kill Ten to get to Klaus, Mikael compels Ten to forget the Mikaelsons altogether. Klaus doesn’t find out until he goes to find Ten as they’re fleeing New Orleans, and Ten has no idea who he is.

When Mikael is put down by Abby Bennett (pre-TVD), Ten’s compulsion breaks. It’s been a century and he has no idea where to find the Mikaelsons, but he moves back to New Orleans and stays there, helping Marcel run the city until the Mikaelsons’ inevitable return. This time around, though, Klaus makes it clear that whatever happens between them remains casual. Ten doesn't understand why until he finds out that Klaus had come to New Orleans to be with someone he had met after Tendai was compelled; Desdemona's sibling, Tobias Godfrey.

Needless to say, Ten is jealous. It is only after he helps bring Desdemona to New Orleans to seek revenge on her sibling that Tendai learns Klaus is having a child. While he was already close with Rebekah and Elijah, he had never met Hayley before, but made it a point to gain her trust. Despite his new disdain for Klaus, he vows to help protect the baby no matter what happens, and he does. Ten is a vital caregiver throughout Hope's life and helped take care of Hayley while she was pregnant.

Ten's devotion to Hope stems from his deep-seated desire for the large family he had while he was human, and for a family of his own that he can no longer have. He lets people believe it's because she is Klaus's child, because that's easier than being vulnerable.

affiliates for this muse: godmona, tricursed.

[rere-the-writer]

Title- We can be your new family

Warnings- Fluff, Elena and Co be terrible people, Overly protective Mikaelsons, A bit of angst

Summary- Being the youngest Gilbert isn't easy but You easily found people that wanted you around.

Pairing- Poly!Mikaelsons x Gilbert!Reader

You were what Damon call the weakest Gilbert, not much of a threat as you were Elena's twin sister and under her shadow. When the Mikaelsons came to town you became close friends with Rebekah somehow then got close to the older Mikaelsons and from there you became the object of their affections.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked getting the attention of Damon and Jeremy as both saw you dressed in warmer clothing. You gripped your book bag flushing as nerves settled in your belly.

"Hum....Elijah and Rebekah agreed....to help me with...my history paper...they are going to take me to some historical sites."

"I thought I told you stop hanging around them!?" Elena told you glaring as you stunk back getting more nervous.

"They are my friends." You said quietly but Elena heard you and looked to Damon for help. You opened the door feeling fear as you didn't know what Elena was going to let Damon do.

"Hello little one." You heard Elijah's comforting voice washed over you feeling his hand run over your head. Elena frowned seeing Elijah seemly showering you with affection which was something Elena hated was that the Mikaelsons were slowly stealing you away from her and Jeremy.

"Eli." You mumbled against his chest huddling closer to his warmth making Elijah smile softly as he had just adored you. You reminded Elijah of Tatia with how soft you were but a fiery spirit underneath it all.

"Elijah stop be selfish." Rebekah said as you slipped pass the older man to Rebekah letting her hug you.

"Hello Beka."

"You can't take her." Elena said glaring at Elijah as the sound of your laughter was heard as you and Rebekah were carefully walking on the icy path.

"She needed help so Rebekah and I offered. Y/N said you were too busy." Elijah says watching Elena closely as siblings affections for you grew. Both Elijah and Klaus noticed how you would be pushed away from the Scooby gang but yet pull you back when they would see you with one of the siblings.

"No need to worry we would never allow anything to happen Y/N." Elijah says turning following after you and Rebekah as you spent the day with your favorite Mikaelsons.

A week later you had been feeling fatigued and shortness of breath then times of having fainting spells. You went to Elena worried something was wrong with you.

"Not now Y/N. We are busy I sure you can deal with it by yourself."

You took yourself to see your doctor and called Rebekah who told her brothers rushing to see you.

"Y/N! What is it? Are you okay?" Rebekah asked as her and Kol fuzzing over you as you just leaned into their arms. Elijah kissed your head and Klaus rubbed your back.

"We know what is wrong." Your doctor says seeing the Mikaelsons shift closer to you.

"What is it?"

"You are anemic, don't worry it is treatable." The doctor said as Elijah pulled him aside asking questions and getting a list while the others showered you with affection.

"So no more drinking from Y/N?" Kol asked as Elijah stepped up kissing your forehead as clearly enjoying showering you with affection.

"No more feeding from our beloved." Elijah said as you flushed hiding your face in Rebekah's neck making them all chuckle. Since your diagnosis, the Mikaelsons slowly moved you into their home and Elena noticed making her every angry at the idea of you being with the Mikaelsons.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Elijah asked finding you curled up in Klaus's lap half asleep as Klaus was reading to you while running his fingers through your hair as Rebekah sat by holding your hand rubbing circles with her thumb.

"Tired....might stay in today." You mumbled as Elijah and Klaus soften kissing your head. You didn't know what happened or when it happened but you naturally got into a relationship with them. It started with Rebekah and the others just followed naturally and you had never felt loved and devotion that the Mikaelsons had showered you with.

"I'm sure Niklaus won't mind a relaxing day in." Elijah says softly cupping your cheek rubbing it with his thumb smiling seeing you lean into his hand. There was a loud knock and Elijah frowned when it startled you awake before relaxing back in Klaus's arms with Rebekah nuzzling you.

"I wonder who that could be?" Elijah questioned standing up closing his book and Kol took his spot near you. Elijah answered the door seeing Elena with Stefan and Damon.

"Where is she?!" Elena growled pushing pass Elijah making him take a deep breath as he was a bit annoyed that since becoming a vampire Elena was more brazen than before.

"What did you do to her?!" Elijah heard Elena shout as he headed for the den with the Salvatore brothers following. You were have asleep on Kol and Klaus was standing growling.

"Her new medication makes her tired. Elijah we should talk to her doctor about it."

"We should Kol." Elijah said seeing you yawn sitting up before cuddling up to Rebekah who was more than happy to have you in her arms.

"Doctor?! What. Did. You. Do?"

"Watch your tone young one." Elijah said lowly looking at Elena as Damon moved to protect Elena in case the Originals were not going to put up with her attitude.

"Your sister was sick and we have been taking care of her since you seem hellbent on ours deaths to care for her."

"Y/N?"

"I am anemic....they have been taking care of me." You tell your sister slowly falling back to sleep under Rebekah's skillful fingers that was massaging circles in your back.

"So you stole my sister?!"

"We did no such thing. We naturally gravitate towards your sister." Elijah said watching the Salvatore brothers closely not trusting them while you had fallen asleep.

"Right. More like you are using her."

"We won't never use her unlike you would have." Kol said standing as Elijah put his arm out to stopped Kol from attacking Elena.

"Yeah right you all have done nothing but try and kill us!"

"Stefan it would be best if you take Elena and leave." Elijah said noticing how both Klaus and Kol were getting angerer as now you were getting restless and if you were uncomfortable Kol and Klaus had been known to removed what made you uncomfortable. Stefan took Damon and Elena knowing that Elijah was giving them a chance to live.

"We can't let her be around them."

You had gotten better but that didn't stop the Mikaelsons from fuzzing over you and them every protective of you. You woke up to Kol peppering your neck with kisses and Elijah pulling out clothes for you to wear.

"Goodmorning, darling."

"Morning." You mumbled nuzzling Kol's chest as Elijah chuckled leaning over gently unlatch you from Kol.

"I started a bath for you. Baby, we need to know something."

"Humm? What is it?"

"Would you like to come to New Orleans with us?" Elijah asked sitting you in the bath washing your hair.

"I'll love too." You tell Elijah making him smile as he kissed you then finished washing you up. You took Rebekah with you to get some clothes from your house as they didn't trust your siblings.

"So you are leaving us?"

"I want to be with them like you wanting to be with Damon and Stefan." You tell Elena packing as Rebekah was down stairs glaring at the Salvatore brothers.

"You can't leave!"

"Elena, you're hurting me." You whimpered when she grabbed your wrist as Rebekah was pulling her off you growling as a bruise began to form on your wrist.

"You can't take her to New Orleans."

"So you hurt her?" Rebekah growled fangs flashing as Elena stepped up growling herself but felt a hand on your shoulder and saw Elijah standing there.

"Don't Elena."

New Orleans was beautiful and you found yourself enjoying the lights and sounds with Kol as the vampire watched you ran down the street. Kol had gotten Elijah and Klaus to agree to let him take you out as Rebekah was buying you new clothes.

"Kol!" You shouted and Kol was there in a flash growling seeing a witch trying to grab you.

"I am Sofie and Y/N here got my sister killed."

To say the siblings were surprised that you were pregnant was an understatement and of course they got more protective. You sat cuddling Rebekah and Kol as he read to you both while Klaus and Elijah was dealing with Marcel.

"You both are home." Kol whispered making Elijah raise an eyebrow walking over seeing you and Rebekah asleep on him. Klaus walked over gently taking the book away.

"Yes well Marcellus is proving to be a hand full." Elijah says softly placing a blanket over you and Rebekah. Klaus sat in a chair smiling listening to the baby's heartbeat.

"How is she?"

"Good. So far no problems. Oh Elena and the Salvatores are coming down." Kol says running his fingers through your hair as Elijah frowned sitting in another chair.

"How annoying. But we shall keep her safe."

"And love her Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." They heard you mumbled back in your sleep making the men smile softly as they relaxed enjoying the peace while they still can.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

DAY 26: "help them"

Day 26 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

More from Familiar faces, this was meant to be Kol’s pov of the new human Elijah and his terrible tastes in people, instead Finn’s thoughts in the aftermath of his first waking from the box and a brief appearance of little Marcellus claimed Day 26. 

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Finn had been awake for a few days mostly being avoided by his sibling-remaining siblings, while he relearnt the world, the language he had picked up from the waking nightmare of the box at least but the courtesy and manners had changed so much over his lost centuries.

Rebekah was at least trying to help him settle into the new world he woke into.

He wanted to rage that the lost but his rage had failed as he had seen the look Klaus’s eyes, a yawning grief had hit him when Klaus had explained, when he had looked in the other coffin, Elijah’s still empty body, no dagger to keep him down there was no need for it after all.

He hadn’t expected the hug from Rebekah when she came home to find him, he was never one of her preferred brothers. Still he held her back as she clung to him and ignored that fact he knew she wanted someone else.

It was fair since he had always wished for someone else.

She had insisted on getting him ready for the current era and Finn let himself be dragged away. He had listened to her quick review on everything that had happened since he was first daggered, leaving out much of the centuries directly after their attack by the Five.

Seven centuries, did he even know Elijah after all those years, even as he let Rebekah pick his clothes he watched her to see how much she had changed and did the same with Klaus from a distance.

They hadn’t changed as much as he thought, he found, they were clearly mired in grief, what had happened to Elijah was the closest thing to true death that could harm them besides Father and his weapon. It was sudden, unexpected and had hit them as hard as Henrik’s had eight centuries before.

Still he wanted to see what he had missed from Elijah’s life, Kol was daggered but could be revived with ease, just as soon as Klaus allowed it but Elijah was lost until they managed to find his human life and bring together with the other shard of his soul to return them to his body and complete it.

Klaus had had witches try to find it using his body to no luck so it was likely to take them years if not lifetimes to find wherever their brother had been reborn. So Finn had decided to find a sign of what Elijah had been like before this a had happened by looking through the house he had lived, the place that had become a home.

He avoided the Elijah’s bedroom ever since Klaus had moved the coffin there and the room he was told was Elijah’s office was locked he was planning to ask Klaus for the key later but had chosen to try the rest of the house, there was a library but for all Finn had learned English from his time in the box his ability to read had not been helped.

He opened a door to find a collection of instruments and what he assumed were music books when a young voice called out to him.

“You can’t go in there.” he turned around and then was forced to look down, the child Klaus was raising stared back, the boy Klaus had daggered their youngest brother to protect.

That one was of the few conversations Klaus had decided to have with him since he had undaggered him.

“Why not?” he asked raising an eyebrow, the boy was fearless considering he must know what Finn was and it hadn’t been a year since Kol had apparently terrorised him

“It’s Mr. Elijah’s.” The answer was clear but so was the pain in the child’s voice, Finn was torn between looking in the room and questioning the child more. He had wondered about the child, taking in and raising a child seemed more something Elijah would do, since he had already been becoming a father to Tatia’s son while the last Finn had known Klaus was still scarred by the discovery that he was not Mikael’s blood.

“I’m sorry, I didn't get your name?” he asks the child, he could look into the room later, the child was here now.

“Marcellus,” the boy offered his hand to him, “Klaus gave it to me.” he added proudly.

Finn took it and let the child drag it up and down, manners were more important to one brother than the other he thought.

“Were you close to Elijah?” he asked, not surprised as the boy teared up

“He was teaching me.” Marcellus admitted miserably.

“Before he was-” he paused, unsure how Klaus had explained the situation to a child, “before he fell ill.”

“Before your other brother arrived and his lady friend died.” the child corrected, “then he stopped, Klaus said he would start again after he moved on but-”

“He didn’t get a chance.” he finished.

Kol’s return had caused Klaus to worry about the boy but Rebekah had told him Kol was brought over here in the box so what had caused him to release Kol and how did it involve this woman Elijah had let himself get close too.

Finn was going to have to talk to Rebekah if someone was aware of the issues between them it had always been her, and as the only other one who has been awake she would know about the woman.

“Are you going to help them?” Marcellus asked, suddenly breaking him from his thoughts.

“Help them?” he parroted back

“Find Mr Elijah.” The child looked up at him with clear hope that had Finn aching, if the boy wasn’t turned it was likely they wouldn’t find Elijah until long after he died, even if Klaus did turn the boy, it could be centuries, how much would he remember the man and a half filled promise after that time.

Finn was saved from answering by a shout from below them.

“Marcel!”

“I’m here.” Marcel shouted, not even jumping as Klaus appeared behind him. “I found Mr. Finn going into Elijah’s music room.”

“What are you doing?” Klaus narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

“I wanted to get to know him.” he confessed his hand on the door letting Klaus know which him, he was talking about.

“Alright then,” his brother nodded once before turning hsi attention to the boy, “Marcel.” Finn ignored the strange feeling the sight caused as the boy hung on every word and Klaus was beaming at the child, he had never had much interest in children himself but he knew his siblings hadn’t felt the same. “ We'll get you set up with your workbooks and then I'll watch over Finn to make sure he doesn’t damage anything of Elijah.”

He watched them leave before he took a breath and entered the room.

—-

Part of him is disappointed in himself for expecting the room to suddenly give him the version of his brother he lost, instead he stared at dozens of books he couldn’t read and a mixture of wood, strung and metal instruments he didn’t recognize. 

“He knew how to play all of these?” he asked after a few minutes just staring at them all as he heard the floor crack behind him.

“He’s likely the reason half of these made it to New Orleans to begin with, it was a hobby of his, something to pass the time.” Klaus explained.

Elijah used to prefer dance, he remembered, when they were alive, Finn would stand at the side line or in a hidden corner with Sage and he’d alway be able to find Elijah in a crowd of dancers, be it their siblings or their neighbours, ignoring Father’s warning about getting too close to the wolves.

In the last years it was always with Tatia, or teaching her son to, his attention so focused on them that the rest of the world could have burned and he wouldn’t have cared, Finn had been happy that Elijah had found something like he had with Sage. That he could be a father without triggering her return.

That was meant to have been his brother’s future, instead it was centuries watching his siblings and a room full of instruments.

He supposes playing the music kept others away but still let his brother feel the rhythm.

Elijah had made friends easily, believed in the best of everyone and wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t see any problem with raising a child that wasn’t his, because blood had never concerned Elijah.

That was taken from him, Finn had noticed soon after they were changed, after he returned to learn Tatia was dead along with mother. Elijah was distant with everyone besides their family, he viewed all with suspicion. 

In the Martel court Finn had watched during the balls they held, while Rebekah and Klaus danced, Elijah stayed away sitting on the sidelines, he stepped back from interested ladies and men, shutting them down politely but clearly.

He had expected Elijah to return himself as he grew used to the new hunger and learned control, instead the cool, polite but distant man had become all there was.

His brothers were more similar than they believe he thinks as he watches Klaus run a hand carefully across an open book, scribbles to Finn but notes half finished to Klaus, still waiting as if Elijah was just about to return to finish it.

Elijah and Kol had struggled with control over their new thirst the most out of their family but while Elijah fought for every piece of his control Kol revelled in it to ignore what he had lost.

Klaus and Elijah hid their weaknesses behind a front, Klaus’s rage and Elijah’s cool manners.

He doesn’t wonder if he and Elijah shared anything, that was long past and it would likely be a long time before he got a chance to find out again.

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ living without you elijah m x f!reader

prompt : you (a heretic) and Elijah are ex-lovers, you ruled new Orleans alongside his siblings and they treated you like their own including the copious amounts of daggers in your chest made you feel more and more like a mikaelson. After Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah were chased away from New Orleans by their father leaving you to rule the empire. It has now been a century and a half and no return.

"Marcel you and your vampire creations shall not feed on innocent humans" I walk into the courtyard that I used to be able to call home, "this is my city you shall not tell me how to rule this town" he said jumping onto the balcony that overlooked his whole house. "the town that I partook in ruling" I cross my arms over, I wasn't scared or afraid of him "you may be Klaus's son Marcellus but whilst he is not here you fall under my care, lover of Rebekah or not" I say letting my vampire side get the best of me, Marcel steps up to me "My name is Marcel" he says before shoving past me rudely. Running up beside him "whatever you do when the Mikaelsons come back you will no longer have the throne of this city is that understood" I whisper angrily "watch yourself" he turns looking me in my eyes as if he had any power over me. I return back to my home, everything had changed since the Mikaelsons left. I kept everything of theirs Niklaus' art, Rebekah's leftover jewellery and Elijah's diaries, I kept everything and hid it in my basement. Marcel had always tried to dictate the fate of the french quarter with his own little 'weapon' the witch, the vampires he basically controlled everything, the usage of magic in the french quarter, he even drove out the werewolves and brought in more vampires. I just sat there watching the departures of beings and the arrival of other beings. I sat in my chair reaching for my phone as I hear a knock at my door, I stand up alert running over to it and opening it slowly "hello?" I ask looking up, it was Elijah "hello" he said with a gentle smile "who are you exactly? my memory doesn't serve me proper anymore" I lean against the doorframe smiling "forgive me, I am Elijah Mikaelson" he said reaching out his hand just in front of the doorway, due to the fact he was denied entry due to his vampire.. ness. "y/n Whitmore" I shake his hand "May I come in?" he looks down at the bottom of the door "you may come in" I walk away from the door and turn towards the kitchen "bourbon, water, apple juice?" I ask him opening my fridge "I thought you'd remember me my love" Elijah says running his finger against my glass table. I hand him a glass of bourbon "selective memory" I shrug taking a sip out of my cup "hm the y/n I knew would never forget me" Elijah says with a smug look on his face "so did Nik send you here if so why and what are you here for" I look up at him. "Niklaus sent me knowing his chance at asking would have a noticeable difference compared to mine" he says rubbing his thumb and index finger together then blowing the dust off of them "I thought you'd be gone for another 150 years without looking for me" I smile sitting down "please sit" I continue. "I know how disappointed you are but you must understand-" "oh I understood then Elijah and I still understand now what do you want" I cut him off, it hurt so bad seeing that he only came back to New Orleans to ask for a favour "Well as you know Niklaus and I have returned and the throne is no longer in our hands, now, Niklaus is enraged and sent me to ask you if we could stay in this... mansion" he sits down on the sofa. "and what of Rebekah? I assume there is a dagger in her heart" I ask Elijah and he gives me a disapproving look "She is in a fraught state of well, let's just say not being awake" he says taking a small sip out of his glass and I shake my head "get the dagger out of her chest and then you can" I stand up opening the door signalling for his departure. "y/n please you must know the situation Niklaus and I are in" Elijah pleaded with no emotions in his eyes or face "No Elijah you must know the state I was in the moment you left, I lived with you for centuries working by your side for centuries only for you to leave without me, no letter, no call, not even a messenger" I point at him. "you may be an original but I do not care, I lived through wars, death and had to face Marcellus alone as if I was raising a teenager. I had a life without you and I have been dealing with it without a dagger in my heart, without the

family fights and running from your father I have been living without you, so leave get that dagger out of her chest and then speak to me with the overdue diligence" I say angrily placing my cup on the table standing in front of him. "you do remember" he smiled impressed standing up "I chose not to remember the pain Elijah because I used to love you more than I loved anything or anyone" I turned around walking out the door "follow me lets go get your house off Marcellus" I walk down my stairs and Elijah grabs my arm. "stop acting out" he said through his gritted teeth looking down the road and then pulling me back inside "I'm not this is who I am, you wouldn't know that you have been gone for 150 years" my blood was boiling, I had never thought about seeing his face until I opened that door. "I understand you are more than furious y/n, I understand that you may no longer love me but I know you understand that I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent" he still held onto my arm tightly looking deeply into my eyes.  His eyes moved from mine down to my lips causing him to lick his "living without you has been sucky Elijah" I turn towards him and he nods looking back to my eyes "Yet I am back" his breath hitches letting go of my arm "I don't think Nik sent you did he?" I ask quietly and he shakes his head "no, I just wanted to see you" he said his voice getting deeper this time. I grab his cheeks pulling him in, living without him had sure been sucky but I'd never throw away another opportunity to get him to live with me again. His lips tasted a bit like bourbon as did his tongue but, like 150 years ago our lips moved together like gin and tonic, he sure remembered everything about me. Elijah places his hand gently on my waist pulling away slowly "if this was your way to get me to agree you suck" I chuckle hitting his chest "that would be conniving wouldn't it" he said "yes it would" I lean my head on his chest "you can live with me in this huge and empty mansion because I wouldn't want to wait another 150 years" I smile gently.

[demcnsinmymind]

therebekahmikaelson​:

“Well, that’s new…” Rebekah’s eyes lingered on the doorway in a haze. An ability like that was unexpected. What bloody else could the man do? “You’ve been holding out on me with that little party trick.” She whooshed through the open door at great speed, returning milliseconds later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Now that Lance was sated by way of a natural feed, he could still enjoy the good stuff. The finer things in life.

Pouring him a generous glass, Rebekah downed her’s entirely before refilling it and taking a seat on the armchair that beckoned. “Bottoms up. My heartbreak belongs to a man called Marcellus. I believe I’ve alluded to him in past. The one all gussied up about the Quarter. Has a million minions. Is always caught up in the politics of the city. Occasionally, I fall back into my old ways and pay him a visit, but we are not meant to be. He would never wish for a cure or a quiet life. His true loyalties lie with his power and it’s no doubt due to the ways I let him down in decades past. Always chose my family over him.”

Offering Lance a small smile, the Original’s finger traced the rim of her glass. “See, you are not the only one whose let down a person you adored. I still pay the consequences. I believe I committed one too many treacheries and thus, Marcel will never truly be mine. Only… what do they say these days? A booty call.”

“Meh. It’s pretty old by now” he replied, smirking at her back because he considered the joke funny enough. “And yes, I most definitely have. Just the tip of the iceberg, really” That was true and most certainly sounded ominous, maybe because he wanted it to be so. But also because he really didn’t have a clue what the whole iceberg actually consisted of either. He just knew that his brainiac friend and thus he himself could do a truckload more. Things that he didn’t want to try with her though. Or scare her with. He just wanted her to stay.

For a few milliseconds she was gone though, and Lance was this close to rushing after her, but then she was right back. Bottle and two glasses in hand, turning his smirk into an outright huge grin. Because fuck yeah...he had her on the hook. Only bad part being that he had to drink the stuff now, too, even when he didn’t even like it, but thanks to the vampirism it tasted a little less like shit at least. So he listened and drank as she shared her reasons for her previous talk and heartbreak.

“You have. And I have seen the guy around. Klaus won’t stop talking about him either. Keeps yapping on and on about him having stolen his city. Yada yada” he replied with a bored eye roll, and the grin on his face did take a little hit when she once again mentioned the people he let down. He snorted softly, shook his head and then drank, the whole glass, then thought fuck it and made the bottle fly into his hand so he could pour himself a second one. It was starting to become great fun to do this little party trick, the way she’d called it. Certainly a time safer, and he didn’t have to bother getting off the couch. Or asking her for more. It was also a great outlet for his anger and loss.

“Ahhhh, I see. The good old booty call” Lance repeated and took another sip, grinning into his glass again as he studied her face a little closer. “Didn’t take you for that type. Y’know, since you’re looking for true sweet love” he teased, then lowered the glass again. “Good on you though. No shame in it if you ask me. It’s all I’ve ever been, and I’m still alive. Well. Technically not, but you get the picture. Still kicking in that department at least” he joked and gave her a wink, intended to cheer her up a bit. Soon enough, he let out a soft sigh and got more serious again, still trying to cheer her up.

“Isn’t forgiveness and the good times, bad times deal the whole point of the true love schtick though” Lance went on, looking at her questioningly. “If he’s the guy and really loves you the way you do, he should find it in him to forgive you instead of making you pay for it, right? If he doesn’t? I say fuck the guy. He doesn’t love you the way you need him to. Find the one who can. People are more important than power and a set of bricks on swamp land.  But that’s just me. If he doesn’t see it that way, fuck him. And I don’t mean literally.” He drank some more, smiled some more, because he liked this a lot more. Dishing out advice. Trying to solve things that could be solved because they didn’t involve him or dead people. And mistakes that couldn’t ever be fixed anymore. Like the ones he’d made, and had the audacity to give out advice on, advice he himself had never adhered to.

“I mean, you do you I suppose. Keep doing it if you can’t ditch the guy. But trust me. Even if you keep sleeping with him, it’s not gonna change him. Not going to make him love you differently one day. There’s some guys you can’t change. Even with sex. You’re just gonna keep hurting yourself with it. Sometimes it’s better to just end it. For everyone involved.”

Shit. So much for not talking about her. Or himself.