#klaus mikaelson x ofc

[whereismymindnow]

Twin Hearts Chapter Nine

Author's Note: A little delayed but here is 3.7k words for you. I'm not a fan of how it flows, but I cannot bring myself to alter it again. I always had the plan of 10ish chapters for this part of their story so the end is near! <3

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

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Twin Hearts Masterlist

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Chapter Nine: I'm Yours

“Just one more thing, I promise.” Pia sat back on his lap and watched as Klaus carefully removed a small velvet pouch from his pocket. Some of the edges had frayed due to its age but it was mostly intact. Pia’s breath hitched as she recognised the familiar red fabric. “Even though you no longer wished to wear it, I still kept it safe in hope that one day you would honour me and treasure this again.” It had been sometime after Katerina’s escape that Pia had thrown the ring away in anger. After their time in England as husband and wife had ended, she had kept it on the piece of string that her half-moon had been on and had made sure to keep it on her person at all times; whether it be around her neck when they travelled or fastened within her dresses when in public. Pia had never wished to part from it until the stress of her brother’s cold nature had become too much. She had thrown the ring into a pond that was on the grounds of their house and then stormed off back inside.

“How?”

“I compelled a few of the houseboys to swim and find it for me. I believe it took them all afternoon. I know that I prioritised my need for revenge over you, but when you threw this away it was like a punch to the stomach. I felt sick at the sight of the ring sinking down to the murky depths of the pond.” He slowly plucked the gold ring from its confines and held it in his palm. “I would like it very much if you would keep this again… perhaps even wear it.” His eyes bore into hers with such intensity that Pia shuffled in place and bit her lip.

“I- I would love to wear it again.” Nik gently slid the ring onto her finger and brought her hand up to his mouth; he pressed a slow kiss against the emerald stone and smiled. Pia watched transfixed as he entwined their hands and held them to his chest.

“I love you, my beautiful wolf. I always will.”

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For a time Kol had been jealous of the connection between Pia and Niklaus. He had noted how his brother hadn’t truly cherished Pia when Tatia had been around and yet his best friend found her loyalty unwavering. She had simply waited for Nik to realise his mistake; her love ever growing for the boy she had grown up with. Kol didn’t understand it but carried on trying to protect her even more when their brother decided to act like a fool.

So, it was with these thoughts of the past that he currently stood at the bottom of the stairs glaring at the couple.

She loved him more than anyone else in the family ever had. He had never felt truly appreciated and adored until Pia’s eyes had been upon him. He still felt that familiar, although now unwelcome and annoying, warmth whenever she would smile at him or drag him to stand beside the others in solidarity. Kol had wondered whether she was a succubus rather than a werewolf-vampire hybrid due to how he always felt swayed to do what she wanted whenever she asked. Damn that girl.

“Brother, do not cause trouble.”

“I do not know what you mean, Elijah.”

“Do not act dumb, it doesn’t suit you.” The eldest Mikaelson stood beside his brother and watched him closely. Kol’s shoulders were tense and his hands were clenched into fists. “I know it is hard for any of us to trust Niklaus, but he is trying his best.”

“You know nothing.”

“I know you cherish her above all others. Pia has always been your guiding light throughout the centuries; anchoring you to the little humanity you still possess.” Elijah knew his brother would hear nothing more on the matter and so paused in front of him to look into his eyes. “You need to let them try to heal.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Elijah.” Kol’s eyes glistened with mischief and he smirked at his brother’s concerned expression. “What I need is a drink.” And, in a blur of motion, Kol vamped out of the manor to find his first meal of the day.

Great, that was just… great. Elijah sighed and followed his tearaway brother. The twins, especially Pia in particular, didn’t need to hear about this. He just hoped that he could talk some sense into his brother before he did something stupid.

The hybrid siblings sighed in unison. Pia felt perfectly at peace; Klaus was lying on the sofa with his mate straddling his waist, her legs on either side of his hips and her head upon his chest. Pia breathed in his scent and smiled happily to herself as she subconsciously nuzzled her nose against him. Klaus’ eyes were closed and for the first time in centuries his face was completely relaxed. His fingers lazily danced through her curls, causing the ringlets to straighten and then bounce back into shape.

Their wolves pressed close to their skin, their chests letting out quiet rumbles as they growled to each other. They could feel each other and communicated through the mate bond. Pia rubbed the side of her face against the centre of Klaus’ chest and was rewarded with his arms pulling her up his front so that their noses touched.

Klaus gave a simple smile as he beheld the blue pools that looked down at him. Pia’s eyes had always amazed him, and ever since unlocking their wolves, he had noticed them change a little. Her blue eyes had once mirrored his, but now he saw amber flecks that were close to the pupil; her wolf ever-present even when she was in human form. He found that he liked that. It suited her. The warm glow clashing with the cool blue made her look almost hypnotising. His mate was truly enthralling.

“What are you thinking of?” Pia’s soft voice broke his concentration and he found his heart pounding as he saw the beautiful smile on her face. She had raised herself up, her hands pressed into the cushion of the settee so that she could look down upon him; her blonde curls fell around her face and tickled his cheeks. Klaus traced his hands over her hips, up her chest and back to her hair. He seemed to like touching her ringlets today, Pia noted mentally as he brought her face down to his using his hands that were wrapped in her locks to take control.

“You two are completely sickening to watch.” Rebekah’s voice broke through their tranquillity. Pia buried her head into Klaus’ neck as she grinned. Whilst the girls were thoroughly amused, Klaus was not and he sighed heavily.

“Then avert your eyes and stop looking at us.” Klaus honestly didn’t know why they were being treated like fish in a tank, he had felt Kol’s burning gaze into the side of his face earlier even if Pia had not. He was sure that Elijah had appeared as well but he hadn’t bothered listening to them as his ears only caught the sound of his sister’s steady, comforting heartbeat. “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”

“Just do me a favour: don’t ruin the couch.” Rebekah huffed, despite smiling at the pair, and sauntered out of the manor to leave them in peace. Elijah’s text message had made it very clear that Kol was once again causing trouble. Rebekah really wasn’t surprised anymore.

“Our siblings are incredibly difficult to manage at times like this.”

“Do not forget that they brought us back together… as they always seem to.”

Klaus rose up to take her lips in a slow kiss that left her reeling. Her head was buzzing as he released her mouth, a sigh leaving her as her lips were left tingling from his affection. “I do not want to talk about them.”

“No?”

“No…” He whispered back to her and sat up properly so he could nip at her lips. His hands trailed up her spine as Pia let him do as he pleased. His tongue ran down her jaw to her jugular. She heard a hiss as his fangs released and Pia willingly cocked her head to the side. Her twin took her offering gladly and his teeth pierced into her skin. It wasn’t the same as feeding from a human, but it felt completely erotic and fulfilling to drink from his mate. His wolf howled in his head as he rocked his hips against hers in a steady rhythm. His body hummed with anticipation as his mouth filled with her blood. Pia pushed him back harshly when she felt him not slowing down and she glared down into his amber eyes.

“You’re mine, Niklaus.”

“I am yours.” Their lips met in a messy kiss, Pia tasted her own blood and growled in response. Red stained their mouths and dripped down their chins as Pia bit into Klaus’ plush bottom lip to feed from him too. “I want you, Pia…” Klaus was breathless as he pulled away and stared at his twin breathless.

“I know, Niko…”

“Let me have you. Let me show you how much I love you. I want to possess you completely. I must feel you.” Pia carefully rose up from the couch and motioned for Klaus to stay. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and let it fall to her ankles. Pia turned slowly and stood in front of the fireplace, she kept her back to her twin and popped the clasp of her bra. The white garment fell to the floor and was soon met with matching lacy briefs. She swallowed down her nerves and turned her head over her shoulder to catch her brother’s eye.

“You may feel me, but I need time before I can let you have me completely.” Klaus understood that she was still frightened because of the recent events and nodded but remained where he was on the sofa. His eyes scanned her body and found it to be just as perfect as he had remembered. Pia silently lowered herself to her knees on the soft rug in front of the mantel and stretched out on her side, her eyes still focused upon the flames. The orange fire seemed to light up her pale skin and Klaus took her silence as an invitation to finally approach.

Pia found herself tensing as she propped her head up with her left hand and allowed her right arm to lie down the side of her body. Klaus knelt down behind her and let his fingers ghost up from her ankle to her where her arm rested on her hip. He tickled her fingers lightly and then carried on his journey to her neck; his hand cupped her chin and he brought her head back to capture her lips with his own. Klaus left three soft kisses on her lips which made her eyes water from the adoration that she felt pouring off him in waves; Klaus pulled away and removed his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder carelessly. He gently took hold of her hips and rolled onto his back so that she was sitting above him once again.

“I’m yours to explore.” Nik whispered up at his sister as she examined his bare chest. Pia bent her head down and kissed each bird that was tattooed into his skin before tracing her tongue over the feather that was on his shoulder. A smile graced her face as she remembered sketching the ‘birds of a feather’ image whilst they were travelling through England one year.

“Tell me you are mine.” Pia whispered against his skin softly.

“I am yours.”

“Again.” She moved her head up so that she could feel his lips brush against hers when he spoke those three words that sent chills down her spine.

“Again.”

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Pia found her little brother in his room. He was lying on his bed with his ankles crossed over; the sound of clicking echoed around the room as he furiously typed on his mobile phone. She stood there silently and watched him carefully, whilst he had not acknowledged her presence, Pia knew that Kol knew she was there. His brow creased and he snickered a little; he glanced over at her quickly but whatever was on his phone was obviously more important.

“Are 21st Century girls all so clingy? When I swapped numbers with Kirsty I never said that I would contact her.”

“Perhaps you should stop leading them on and prostituting yourself, Kol…” He immediately dropped his phone to the floor and looked at her open-mouthed. His dark eyebrows rose up and he folded his arms as though he was offended.

“Prostituting myself?! What do you take me for, Pea?”

A common whore, Pia mentally commented.

“Do you truly want me to answer that?” Pia laughed and shut the door behind her. She carefully climbed onto his bed and rested back on to the plush silk pillows. The pain in her stomach had created a dull throbbing sensation all morning and she gently pressed down on her abdomen to try and ease the tension that was bubbling in there. Thankfully Kol was still too busy muttering to himself about her words to notice how she held herself a little less gracefully than usual. “So what is this Kirsty like?” Kol stayed silent for another moment before turning over onto his side. His brown eyes looked down at her, still holding a little bit of false contempt towards her prostitution comment.

“Brunette - at least, I think she was the one that had brown hair - green eyed and a butterfly tattoo on her right hip.” Kol seemed to pause for a second before smirking. “She also made the strangest little sounds as I bit her thigh and drank from her.”

“…and her personality?” Pia looked up at Kol expectantly and began to shake her head when he shrugged his shoulders. “See? Prostituting yourself!”

“I just wanted to taste all of the new delights of the 21st Century. I do enjoy the new fashions that women wear.”

“I bet you do.” Pia chuckled lightly as she thought of the short dresses and high heels that a lot of the girls wore these days.

“So… what is this bonding session in aid of?” Pia’s jovial expression faltered as she knew that Kol would not like the subject. It was a tough but necessary topic if Pia was going to save her relationship with Kol.

“I know you’re upset with me giving Nik another chance, and Elijah told me to talk to you about it.” Looking very similar to a teenager that had just been told they were grounded, Kol rolled his eyes, huffed and flopped onto his back.

“Of course he did. Saint Elijah just couldn’t let things lie.”

“He was right! We should have spoken of this long ago, Kol.”

“We have spoken about it before.”

“I know that… and it helped, right?”

“I suppose it did for a time.” Kol agreed sulkily and watched as their roles were reversed and Pia propped herself up to look down at him. A blonde curl dangled temptingly in front of his face and he swatted at it like a kitten. Pia carefully tucked it back behind her ear and clicked her tongue impatiently. “Alright, alright! I’m taking this seriously, I promise.” There was an undertone of sarcasm in his voice, but Pia knew that this would be the best she would get from her annoying little brother.

“I am sorry for making you feel so torn, Kol. It was never my intention. I love you so much. You are my favourite mischief-maker and my best friend. I have always stuck up for you when the rest haven’t and I shall continue to do so until I meet my true death.

“I know things have not been easy or straightforward. From my introduction to the family to being turned into vampires to being hunted by our father… but through thick and thin you have always held a special place within my heart. Without you I would have gone insane by now. I need you to help me annoy Rebekah, to help me give Elijah headaches and to keep Niko in check. I need you to make my amazingly messed up little family whole. Please don’t hate me for trying to making all of this work again.” Pia took a deep breath after her little speech and wiped the single tear that had stubbornly insisted on falling from her right eye. Her heart was pounding as she watched Kol avoid eye contact. He truly despised when she became so emotional.

“Do you have to be so soppy?” Kol’s annoyed response broke the silence. It was to be expected as Pia knew how her brother struggled to accept feelings other than anger and hunger, so she remained quiet and sat up. She faced away from him and waited. “I will always remember seeing you cry after fighting with him in the past. I will always remember wishing to do nothing more than rip out his heart when his eyes stayed on Tatia and not on the girl beside him. After everything he has done, it is hard for me to trust that he won’t dagger me without notice or break your heart once again. Our brother has always acted before he thinks of the consequences, that is his biggest fault, and I can’t stand the thought of him making you upset once again.”

Pia hugged her knees to her chest as the guilt seeped through her pores. Kol had always been there for her and she should have realised that her brother would have found her forgiveness difficult to accept. She should have spoken to him about this sooner.

“But… I cannot say I’m surprised at the pair of you. You’ve both always been idiots in love and utterly pathetic when apart.”

It started out as a little breathless laughter at first before Pia found herself being pulled into Kol’s chest as they broke out into a fit of giggles. She smacked his shoulder lightly; silently disapproving at his need to be funny in that moment.

“Kol!” She scolded as they both fell back, Pia’s head on Kol’s chest as his body shook with silent laughter.

“See? This is much better.”

“Kol… I am being serious.”

“So am I. I will try to be less protective, it will just take time.”

“You will meet someone very special one day and then you shall see how the heart can make life difficult.”

“Me? Tied down to one woman? She’d have to be truly magical for that to happen.” Pia smiled into his shirt and looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Perhaps I shall be your best man?” Kol almost choked as he thought about being married. No… no! That would never happen.

“Sometimes I truly think that you live in an imaginary world, Pea.”

“Better to be an imaginary world than this one. It has not exactly treated us kindly.”

“Touché.” They both fell quiet for a while before Kol piped up again. “…when exactly are you going to leave so that I can return to breaking that girl’s hopes and dreams?” Pia bit back laughter and sent a strong push to Kol’s side. He hit the floor with a loud bang and continued to lie there on his carpet whilst his mind caught up with what his laughing sister had done. When his head popped up so that Pia could only see his eyes from over the edge of the bed, Pia’s giggles stopped. They blinked at each other and their muscles tensed ready for the war that had just begun.

Pia’s screams echoed through the house as she launched a couple of pillows at her brother. She used vampire speed to exit his room but was caught on the stairs by his strong arms. His nimble fingers found all of her weak points as he proceeded to tickle her until she hit the ground.

“What on earth?” The breathless pair froze as though they had been two naughty children caught by their mother. Rebekah stood at the bottom of the stairs, a cup of tea in her grasp and a hand on her hip. They stared at her as she looked at them for an explanation. “Well?”

A smash of a cup sounded through the house as the expensive china hit the floor.

Rebekah took steady steps backwards as her siblings looked at each other with matching grins. She put her hands in front of her as a defence.

“Don’t.

“You.

“Dare.”

Girlish squeals of laughter echoed through the foyer as the pair trapped their youngest sibling and tackled her to the floor; their fingers wiggled under her ribs as they found her most ticklish spot.

For once, if someone had walked in the manor at that moment, then they would have seen three siblings having fun with each other rather than the fearsome Original vampires that they were.

Unfortunately for them, someone was watching them.

The one person that none of them had thought they would meet again.

Mikael clenched his fists as he peered in through one of the manor windows. He watched Niklaus’ twin for a few moments before silently running back through the woods when he heard one of those stupid hybrids approaching his spot.

Soon he would get his revenge on Niklaus… starting with ending his love’s life. It would be so sweet to watch his step-son fall apart at the thought of his mate being in his enemy’s grasp. Oh, the plans he had… Mikael couldn’t wait to get started.

‘One way or another, I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you One way or another, I'm gonna win you I'm gonna get you, get you One way or another, I'm gonna see you I'm gonna meet you One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meet you, I'm gonna meet you’ --- One Way or Another by Until The Ribbon Breaks---

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mikaelson’s Party Pt.2

(Finally finished part 2. Sorry it took so long, I’m crossing my fingers that the third and last part will be done much quicker. I hope you enjoy the continuation of Human!Klaus and his Omega)

Part 1

By the time the couple woke up again it was nearly noon and he was shocked, never sleeping that long but it seemed that having his Omega was comforting in every way, even enough to get some extra sleep. As Y/n rolled over and looked at her phone she suddenly sat up, startled by something and Klaus could feel it in his chest.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘It’s the afternoon! I didn’t think we would sleep that long! I need to go home, if I don’t take my suppressants every day at the same time the cycle gets fucked up. My scent will come back immediately! I have to go, I’m sorry-‘

‘Wait!’ He took her arm, stopping her from standing up.

‘Klaus! I’m late, I-‘

‘Don’t take it!’ He exclaimed and instantly felt bad about how it sounded a bit too much like an order. ‘I mean, I’m here now and…if I mark you, your scent will be mixed with mine. You won’t have to worry anymore-‘

‘But I’ll go into heat quickly, probably no more than 2 days.’ He considered this for a moment before smiling.

‘We can move into that house I told you about…we don’t have to take everything but it’s in perfect condition and I make sure someone keeps it clean, we can go now. We’ll have everything we need and complete privacy. I won’t let anyone harm you, I promise, you have nothing to worry about, your Alpha is gonna take care of you.’ He was nervous for a moment before he was suddenly overwhelmed with her excitement before she leapt into his arms and wrapped around him tightly.

‘I can make us a nest, a real one and a home, I’ll make it perfect! I promise, you’ll love it, it’ll be-‘

‘I believe you. I’ll buy you all the nesting materials you want. We can pack our things today and I’ll take you to go see it, we’ll make sure we have everything we need before your heat starts.’ Y/n kissed him softly and he could feel how much this all meant to her before he felt her hesitation again. ‘What is it?’

‘I…what are we gonna do, we’re both in school. I don’t know about you but I’m flat broke, my parents made me spend my money on getting a degree I never wanted because “Omegas don’t stay home anymore Y/F/n”.’ She imitated her parents in a sassy, teasing voice and he smiled.

‘The house is paid off, so is the car, and my father left me everything. Honestly I could probably live on it forever, but we’re definitely fine until I graduate…you can stay home if you want?’ He offered, hoping he wasn’t offending her. ‘I just mean if you don’t want to continue college, I want to take care of you, my love. If you want to get a job that’s fine, if you want to stay home and cook and clean, it’s all your choice. If you want to be a stay at home mom and have 2 or 5 or 17 little pups running around, your choice.’ She looked stunned as tears rose to her eyes.

‘You’re letting me choose? All that money for school and you don’t care if I just quit?’

‘Do you like it? Do you want to have a job that you go to everyday? Omegas can do whatever they want now a days but you don’t have to, I’ll take care of you if-‘ She cut him off as she jumped to press her lips to his roughly. ‘Well, I suppose we’ll have to withdrawal you from school then.’ He joked and she grinned, his hands holding her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, tempted to dig his fangs into her scent gland but resisting until she was ready, no matter how much strength it took. ‘You just relax love, I’ll get you some clothes while I pack.’

Klaus allowed her to rest in his bed, kissing her neck once more before jumping up and moving to grab his suit case and duffel bag from the closet, packing everything he owned that he would need.

He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He knew his father had left him everything for this exact purpose but when he read the will, he never in a million years believed it would happen. His family laughed at him for wanting his own Omega, not just Mikael but his siblings too, and now here he is taking care of his Omega. He would be the best Alpha that ever existed, he would make sure of it, but first he needed to get her somewhere safe before her heat starts and that means protecting her until they get there.

He packed his bags as quickly as he could, knowing much of his stuff was already there since that’s where he goes on weekends to be alone after school, only coming home when he needs to. ‘Come on Princess, let’s get to your dorm and get your things.’ She had put on one of his shirts and tied a pair of pajama pants around her waist to make her smell like him, and it comforted her to know that no one in that school would touch her with an Alphas scent this strong unless they were suicidal.

He refused to let her help him carry his things other than a few of the canvas’ he still had here and he ignored his hung over siblings as they questioned him on the way out. Klaus piled up his bags and lifted his Omega into the truck he had inherited from his father (one that came in very handy for whenever he took place in an art show and needed to carefully transport his pieces) before driving towards the school. He found himself rushing there, giddy on the inside at the idea of taking his Omega home and making her happy. He knew she would love the bed, it was a soft, giant California King with a memory foam mattress and he had to admit, the Alpha in him had been shopping for his future Omega when he picked it, and though it had felt a bit stupid then, he was glad for it now.

Klaus lifted her back out of the truck and didn’t want to take his hands off of her, so he didn’t as he kept his arm around her shoulders and held her close. ‘You’ll have to stand outside the doorway, I bunk with another Omega and since we’re not fully mated I can’t let you into her room.’

‘I understand, I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As long as I can see you, it’s alright.’ Klaus wouldn’t want to make another Omega scared for no reason and having a strange Alpha in your room, near your nest, he’s sure it would be very jarring to her. She quickly unlocked her door and he leaned on the doorframe as she walked in. It was a large dorm room and he could see her room mate in her nest with her headphones on and he looked away quickly, not knowing how she would feel about her nest while he’s here.

‘I should just take everything, shouldn’t I?’ Y/n asked him and he nodded. ‘Okay. That’s easy…should I bring my nest or do you want to get new stuff?’ She was packing all of her clothes into a suitcase as she asked, along with her electronics to keep them from breaking.

‘If there’s some of it you don’t want to lose then yes, bring it. However I will get you whatever you want for our nest Princess, we can do that on the way home if you want so you won’t need to go out again?’ He offered and she grinned, clearly excited about that.

‘Are you going somewhere with him?’ Another voice suddenly spoke and Klaus realized it was her room mate.

‘I’m moving in with my Alpha, yes. Go back to your studying.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and he wondered why she didn’t seem to like her room mate as she moved both suitcases out to him before packing the rest of her things in a backpack.

‘You’re just leaving? What will your parents say?’ She questioned, condescendingly and he didn’t like it. He wanted to smack this girl for speaking to his Omega that way.

‘Nothing, because they don’t know and they won’t until I’m already mated and dropped out. Keep your nose out of my business.’ Y/n warned, clearly angered by this girl.

‘Your mother won’t be happy. Another Omega just giving herself over to an Alpha to control and use as he wants, and you’re just allowing it with no fight?’ Her roommate seemed to be one of those pretentious Omegas that believed if you weren’t actively trying to become a CEO with just as much power as an Alpha and keeping your womb empty that you were a waste of space as an Omega.

‘I don’t want to fight. I never wanted this, I’m perfectly happy where I am, thank you-‘

‘And you? You’re okay with just ruining her future? Using her as a house slave and a baby maker, something to fuck whenever you please with no regard for her-‘ Suddenly Y/n had her hand around her roommates throat and she was baring her fangs in her face.

‘Don’t you ever address my Alpha like that again, do you understand me?! He’s Mine! And if I want to be his Omega and make my Alpha happy then that’s my choice, if you don’t want that, it’s your choice! It shouldn’t matter what I want as long as it’s my choice to make, I never wanted to be like you. So you go ahead, call my parents and tattle on me, maybe you can be their new daughter, Lord knows they would have been proud to have you.’ She released the girl and Klaus sighed in relief. ‘If you so much as look at him again, I will claw your eyes out.’

Her roommate was terrified. She was a pompous asshole, but also an Omega that banked on no one being willing to physically assault an Omega. ‘Let’s go Princess, do you have everything?’

‘Yeah, we can go.’ She grabbed a comforter before exiting the room and allowing Klaus to grab all of her bags and escort her back to the truck where he packed everything. They made a quick stop at the admin office so that she could willingly drop out before Klaus was helping her back into the truck and beginning the 30 minute drive to his house…their house. ‘Damn!’ She cursed as her phone started to ring and Klaus held her hand as he continued driving.

‘What is it?’

‘My mother. Danielle would have called her, they get along great. My mom doesn’t think Omegas should give into their instincts to submit to an Alpha, she believes they should all go to school and get jobs and strive to show people that Omegas are more than human fuck dolls. She was always disgusted with the fact that I wanted to have a family with my Alpha and take care of our pups.’ Klaus listened carefully, hating how miserable his girl sounded.

‘I guess that’s a negative on her liking me then?’ Y/n snorted and he felt happy that he could make her laugh right now. ‘Are you going to answer?’ He asked but she shook her head as the phone stopped. ‘Okay, it’s your choice Princess. The house is a 10 minute drive up the mountains, so we should stop here and get the nesting supplies you want. It’s a great store for that, I got all the bedding from here and I know you’re going to love the bed.’

‘I can fix it, right?’

‘Of course. It’s all yours, take everything off and start fresh, we’ll get new sheets if you’d like. Anything you want, it’s yours. Well stop at that grocery store quickly after so that I can get some stuff to make dinner. We can do an online order after that and have it delivered so we can be quick.’ He parked outside the store and Y/n waited until he came around to help her out, seemingly knowing that’s what he wanted and it made Klaus smile as he set her on her feet.

‘What?’

‘Nothing. I just love you so much already…you’re perfect.’ Her cheeks tinted a dark pink and he pulled her close, nuzzling into her hair.

‘You are too, perfect Alpha. You’re everything I ever wanted and I love you. Gonna make you so happy Alpha, I promise.’ Her fingers tucked under his shirt and touched his warm skin, trailing up his back which he quickly pulled away from.

‘You already have baby, but you need to stop that or this parking lot is going to get a show.’ She giggled, taking his hand and pulling him to the store, starting in the pillow section. She ended up getting 8 of the softest pillows he’s ever felt, along with 2 body pillows and dark grey bamboo pillow cases. ‘Why not silk?’ He wondered, knowing most women would pick that.

‘Silk is great for your hair, helps it not get knotted when you’re asleep but it’s an awful feeling in heat, it doesn’t mix well with sweat when your overwhelmed and overstimulated. My mom always insisted on silk and it made my heats worse since she refused to let me choose my own bedding when I suffered through my first few heats. My mother is a control freak if you can’t tell, which is why I try very hard not to be…except about this. I need to control this.’ He could tell she was nervous about that explanation and he moved to hold her to him once again.

‘I will never argue over the nesting materials. I may ask questions, but the choice is yours. I know many Omegas have tactile issues with materials, I don’t, there is nothing for you to worry about. Alright?’ She nodded, kissing him quickly.

‘Thank you Nik. I really appreciate it.’ He went back to pushing the cart as she grabbed a set of matching sheets.

‘We should grab a few of those. I may be changing the sheets multiple times while you’re in heat, it’s better to have back ups.’ He grabbed 2 more and was quickly amused as he watched his Omega feeling all the blankets and choosing ones that were correct, making grossed out faces as she felt materials she hated. She had chosen 2 black oversized throw blankets that was a faux fur texture. He had to admit it felt like real fur with how soft it was and he knew those would be her favorites to snuggle up in, grabbing a third just to keep in the hall closet in case. He watched her pick 2 comforters and about 10 more blankets before declaring that she was finished, Klaus quickly adding a weighted blanket to the mix, hoping that it would make his Omega comfortable while he was in school if she ever needed it.

He didn’t allow her to see the total at checkout since he knew she would become anxious and he quickly packed everything into the trunk before escorting her into the grocery store. They grabbed a few things they could cook for meals as well as a bunch of drinks (Klaus insisting she get several kinds of juice she liked as well as water to stay hydrated during her heat) and more snacks than he thinks they could eat in a week. He is very wrong as he’s never seen an Omega during her heat…or after.

His Omega enjoyed the drive up into the mountains towards their house, happily watching the trees go by and clearly loving the tranquility. They had just finished bringing everything inside, Y/n becoming obsessed with the bed, when her phone rang again. She looked up at him as he was opening the sheets and blankets, getting them ready to get washed before they could build the nest.

‘It’s your choice Princess, but you’ll need to do it eventually just like I will. It’ll take longer for my family to notice though.’ He joked but she didn’t smile before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

‘Hey mom.’ She greeted and she was instantly met with a shrill voice.

‘Don’t you “hey mom” me! Danielle called! She says you’ve found your Alpha, is that true?!’ The older women demanded.

‘Yes mom, it’s true. I’ve found him and he’s wonderful, I really like him-‘

‘You think I care about that?! Y/F/n, you will reject that man right now and get your ass back to school! You have a test to study for!’ Klaus’ eyes widened as he heard how her mother was talking to her, forcing her to reject her mate? That’s cruel, not to mention illegal, you can’t force anyone to reject a mate, let alone an Omega!

‘Mom, I’m not rejecting him. I’m moving in with him, we want to start a life together-‘

‘I will Not have it! I didn’t put all the effort and energy into raising you for you to become a weak, subservient Omega! Get your ass back to school or I will come and make you myself.’ Klaus could see the tears in her eyes and he moved to hold her to his chest as she was unable to hold it in anymore. ‘Oh, stop your crying! Those fake tears didn’t work when you were a child and they won’t work now-‘

‘Enough!’ Klaus shouted, not willing to listen anymore. ‘They’re not fake tears, they’re very real! An Omegas hormones are different than yours so don’t you dare pretend you understand how she feels, especially when her mother is belittling her as if she and her opinions mean nothing! You will Never speak to her like that again!’

Her mother didn’t respond right away, seemingly shocked that someone spoke up. ‘Y/n, how dare you allow him to speak to me that way, you will get away from that man right now-‘

‘No she won’t. She wants to be here, and I know that because I asked her! I made sure that being with me and moving in with me was what she wanted before I forced her into something that made her miserable, unlike you. If she didn’t want me I would have accepted that rejection but thank God I don’t need to.’ He muted the phone quickly and looked at Y/n who was sobbing into his shirt. ‘Do you want me to take care of this, if you don’t, tell me now.’ She nodded quickly into his chest.

‘Please? I can’t, Please Alpha?’ He nodded his head, kissing her hairline and allowing her to continue clinging to him.

‘I will call the police! Put out a missing persons report and-‘

‘You’re welcome to if you must, however I will just take her to the station and explain that her insane, controlling, batshit crazy mother is trying to force her to reject her Alpha because she wants to live vicariously through her Omega child. Y/n is an adult and you cannot control her anymore and as soon as the police find out she’s not missing and you know it, you’ll be charged for filing a false police report, and if you keep it up after that, then we will get a restraining order. You will never speak to my Omega like that again, I will not allow anyone to treat her like that. She is a Princess and she doesn’t deserve it! She has dropped out of school, school that she paid for herself and I will be paying off the loans so don’t you worry about that, you won’t be inconvenienced again. Y/n has moved in with me, stopped her suppressants and we are planning to start a family, if you and your husband want to be a part of that then I will await your apology to my girl, an apology she will receive if you want to ever meet your grand kids. Until then, don’t you ever call this number again.’ With that, Klaus quickly hung up and turned the phone off, holding his Omega to him tighter.

‘Thank you! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-‘

‘No apologies from anyone but her my love. You’ve done nothing wrong. She should never speak to you like that and I promise she never will again. You’re safe Baby.’ Her sniffles came to a stop as he kissed her before having her help him do the laundry to take her mind off of it. They washed all of the bedding they had gotten, unpacking their things in the bedroom and closet and making a list together of all of the things they would need to get, making them both feel like a real married couple already which they couldn’t help but laugh at.

His Omega settled into their nest as soon as everything was washed, fixing it so delicately that he couldn’t look away, it was fascinating to watch. Like an artist sculpting something unique out of clay and while Klaus had never seen another couples nest before, it’s considered rude, he knew that his Omegas was truly unique. He waited until she pulled him into it before snuggling up and napping with his girl, waking up just in time to make dinner and spend the evening on a movie marathon.

Klaus realized as they settled down for the evening in their nest that he wouldn’t be going anywhere for the next few days, able to smell the change in his Omegas scent already. It’s not often that an Omegas heat starts this quickly after meeting their Alpha but if nothing else, they had proved that their bond was quite strong. He sent a message to their school and informed them that he wouldn’t be there this week and he also sent one to Elijah to ensure none of his siblings came to the house to see him upon realizing he was gone as they had many times before. He knew Y/n would be needy and too desperate to care much about who was around and he couldn’t even imagine how possessive he would be while his Omega is in heat.

God forbid anyone visit while he’s tending to her, he can’t begin to imagine how badly that would end…

[selmasemlan]

Epic encounters - A Marcel Gerard FanFic

Series master list

This is a story about a girl, who finds herself in a world filled with all sorts of powerful creatures. And while she's at it, she meets a prince trying to become a king. And their love would be known by all.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Univers: Crossover of The Vampire Diaries + Teen Wolf (+ very lightly Supernatural)

Author note: I'll try to put everything in chronological order of the story. This will include random moments in the lives of Luna and Marcel. It's a story about two individuals in love who grow together and separately as people. With some changes, the plot will follow the shows Teen Wolf and The Originals. There will be a lot of original (my own) plot.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know. I'm open to everything.

Warning: Elena bashing (never liked her, so won't even pretend here), angst, light Scott bashing (have a hate-love to him), softness of soft, series situations and conversations, PTSD, mental health, betrayal, mention of abuse and harassment.

Info about the universe

Info we have right now

Couples in Marcel x Luna Universe

The Story

Before season 3 of Teen Wolf and season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

Crash into something epic - The First Meeting

Summary: Stefan, facing his mortality, implores Damon to promise to spend the summer with Luna for her happiness. Reluctantly agreeing, Damon and Luna's journey to New Orleans unfolds, leading to an unexpected encounter with Marcel Gerard, marking the beginning of a potentially life-changing adventure.

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Echoes of Love

Summary: Marcel asks Luna about her past before the Salvatores

Be mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Summer Rain and Promises

Summary: Luna is leaving for Beacon Hills

During Season 3 of Teen Wolf and Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: Damon and Luna team up to fix the problems Stefan has caused.

Winterbreak Breakfast Bickering

Summary: It´s winterbreak, and the Salvatore siblings are having breakfast.

Too Soon, But So Right

Summary: A night that almost leads to more, but those that wait, never wait too long

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Revelation in the Woods

Summary: Deucalion lets Luna know what she is

Confrontation Under the Moonlight

Summary: Luna shows Deucalion who she is and who she will always be

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Shadows of Betrayal

Summary: Possessed by the Nogitsune, Luna unleashes a wave of dark energy against her friends, her vision blurred and actions twisted by a sinister force. In a moment of lucidity, she pleads for a way to stop the destruction, but Scott's harsh decision to knock her out leaves Isaac determined to save her, his heart heavy with sorrow and resolve.

Luna's Triumph Over Shadows

Summary: In a harrowing mental battle against the Nogitsune, Luna Salvatore confronts her deepest fears and emerges victorious, fortified by her inner strength and the unwavering support of her loved ones. Her resolve to face the future is strengthened, knowing she is no longer alone in her fight against the darkness.

During season 1 of The Originals, season 4 of Teen Wolf and a little of season 4 of The Vampire Diaries

In the Arms of New Orleans Part 2

Summary: Stefan and Rebekah rush Luna to Marcel's arms in New Orleans after a near-fatal attack, finding solace and protection in his embrace.

The Tension of Departure

Summary: Leaving Beacon Hills is necessary, but not everyone feels the same.

Playing Cupid - Damon x Bonnie

Summary: When your siblings decide to play cupid, but it doesn't go as planned

Playing Cupid 2

Summary: Over winter break, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac visit Mystic Falls and, while staying with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they concoct humorous and heartfelt plans to bring Stefan and Rebekah together.

Sibling Shenanigans: Breakfast Edition

Summary: All the siblings are having breakfast and gang up on Damon

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

Dreams coming true

Summary: The cure discussion continues, and it turns out Luna knows more than she thinks

Protecting Those We Care About

Summary: Luna confronts Elena for manipulating her brothers and endangering Kol. Fueled by anger and loyalty, she protects her family, forcing Elena to retreat in defeat.

Anchored in Love

Summary: With Luna being free of her responsibilities in Beacon Hills, she´s unsure what to do with herself

During season 2 of The Originals

The Queen of New Orleans

Summary: As Elijah tries to make peace across the supernatural community of New Orleans, an important factor joins the game

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance.

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Moonlight and Warrior

Summary: When did Luna go from Sunshine to Moonlight, a nickname conversation.

Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

Coming Back to Beacon Hills

Summary: Luna returns to Beacon Hills after months away, drawn by a sense of unease and her bond with Stiles. She quickly discovers tensions within her old group, especially surrounding Theo’s manipulative presence.

Unexpected guests

Summary: Luna, Isaac, and Stiles cause chaos in hers and Marcel’s loft, leading to a humorous confrontation when Marcel returns home.

The Brothers Meet Marcel: Salvatore Style

Summary: Luna's big brothers are visiting and finally getting an introduction to the guy they´ve heard so much about.

Brotherly Bonds and Bourbon Confessions

Summary: Damon asks the important question, making it clear that if Luna is hurt, Marcel isn't safe

During season 3 of The Originals

Trouble in Paradise

Summary: Our favourite family goes on a family vacation together.

Reunited at Marcel's Loft

Summary: Luna and Marcel, reunited in the warmth of his loft after time apart, share a deeply emotional and intimate night, reaffirming their unbreakable bond through tender embraces, passionate kisses, and whispered declarations of love.

​​The Calm Before the Full Moon

Summary: Klaus has a ranting session with Luna

Art Exhibit

Summary: We meet a familiar face, someone Luna thought she would never have to see again.

Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

Fighting for you

Summary: Luna confronts Marcel over his secrecy, leading to a heartfelt exchange about trust and shared burdens.

Luna Helps Davina Find Strength

Summary: Luna and Davina have a sit down

A Parents approval 

Summary: In the depths of the Mikaelson mansion, Luna's earnest defense of Marcel's loyalty leads to a rare moment of understanding and approval between Klaus and Marcel, ultimately strengthening their bond and affirming Luna's place in the family.

The Safehouse Gathering

Summary: Crazy red hairs and prophesies, a plan needs to be made

Danger

Summary: Luna, Stiles, and Isaac break into Lucien's apartment to uncover his secrets, but their mission turns perilous when he unexpectedly returns.

Late Night Call

Summary: Of course, Luna is going to involve and update her favourite Original.

Babysitting Hope

Summary: Luna and Marcel get to babysit and Klaus gets to see a side of Marcel that he has never seen before.

Not like this

Summary: Luna is worried that it´s too dangerous

A Sibling Reunion

Summary: The team is trying to make a plan when they get an unexpected visit.

The Strix’s Plan Unfolds

Summary: The enemy plans are in play, and our team, in alliance with the Originals, work against it.

Sacrifice

Summary: Luna and Marcel are trying to save Davina, Freya and Elijah only care for their own, so our super couple step up

Promises Made

Summary: A tense evening unfolds as Luna's deep anxiety leads her to urge Marcel to take extreme precautions before a dangerous meeting, fearing for his safety and their future together.

Near death's door (Part 2 of Promises Made)

Summary: Luna's worst fears almost come true as she and Klaus face a terrifying moment of grief, but luck is still on their side

Mercy only for her

Summary: Elijah's betrayal cuts deep, but Luna’s mercy holds Marcel back. Tensions rise as the Mikaelsons face the consequences of fractured loyalty and unspoken truths.

A Family United

Summary: After everything, the family is finally united and all is good and well

Final Arc

A Night of Possibilities

Summary: Marcel has a question to ask and needs an answer

Family Dinner Surprise

Summary: Family dinners are always fun, but you can always have more fun

Our future

Summary: The future is near, and Luna has some news to share

Epilogue

Summary: At the end of it all, it is all about the journey and the goal.

[wbellab]

fanfic: Salvatore

wattpad: wbell4btch

love interests: klaus mikaelson, damon salvatore

(published)

[triplehmunson]

𝗣𝗢𝗩: You and your boyfriend Damon had a big argument because you had a "friend date" with his brother Stefan, but he didn't trust that supposed date at all so with all his "bravery" Damon went to the place where you were with Stefan. But unfortunately for both of you, you were in a very compromising position with Stefan. When Damon saw that, he completely forgot that Stefan was his brother and ran towards him, dying of jealousy, screaming and demanding that he not touch what was rightfully his. You, very scared, tried to explain to him what had happened but he didn't listen to anything at all and hit Stefan very hard so that later some police officers arrived and took Damon away for having made such an embarrassing scene in public. Hours later at your house, you remembered how everyone was watching the stupid scene of jealousy that Damon had made you, from the beginning you knew that this was going to happen to you again, dejavu came to you when you remembered when you were the girlfriend of the hybrid Klaus Mikaelson, you had broke up with him because he started to be jealous of his brother Elijah and that seemed ridiculous to you since Elijah had a girlfriend and he was just your friend. Did you know something bad happened with them since Klaus before you left told you that "I was going to find you even under the stones" if necessary and I always stressed that Elijah had stolen everything from him: the love of his parents, his brothers, the woman he loved and even added that Elijah had stolen the love of Hope, his daughter, since he said that she respected his brother more than him.

Tears began to fall down your cheeks when you realized that you had no good luck in love, since before Damon was taken away he stressed that Stefan had stolen everything from him: The love of his parents, of Elena, that of his friends.? And well, especially yours, fed up with this situation, you sent a message to Stefan telling him that you were going to your home country to visit your parents to clear your mind and clarify your ideas. He replied that it was fine but that you should tell Damon. You sighed frustrated and sent him the same message but there was no response even though he did see your message, two days later you left, you just wanted to clear your mind, what bad things can happen?

At Damon's house, after reading the message he got furious because he didn't want his "sweetheart" to leave him, he couldn't stand it but he got cold feet and didn't go after you, deep down he knew they needed this time, that's all it was. TIME, total, what's the worst that can happen?

[ashesandbone]

Chapters: 3/24 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms, The Originals (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elena Gilbert/Elijah Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert/Klaus Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert & Klaus Mikaelson, Bonnie Bennett & Caroline Forbes & Elena Gilbert, Elena Gilbert & Jeremy Gilbert Characters: Elena Gilbert, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Original Female Character(s), Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson Summary:

A twin which was ignored and unloved for most of her life is finally on a path to love. Will she be Able to achieve it? Or is her jealous sister going to try and make that impossible for her again?

[mrs-kmikaelson]

Braver Together

(Should've Known Better Part Two)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K

Masterlist

a/n is at the end of the post.

When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.

But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.

His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.

You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.

Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.

Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.

Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.

Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.

But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.

You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.

There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.

Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.

At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”

Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.

So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.

Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.

For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.

After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug. 

Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”

He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”

All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.

Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.

You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.

He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.

Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back. 

“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”

You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.

How ironic was that?

It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.

Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.

Maybe it already did.

After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.

You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.

The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.

You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.

There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.

And it was liberating.

But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.

You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.

You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.

Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.

You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.

You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.

Kol went on, “He never has-”

This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”

“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”

You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”

“Kol-”

“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him. 

Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.

You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”

You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.

But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.

For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.

“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.

This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.

When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.

It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time. 

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.

Until it started to rain.

You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.

Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.

Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him. 

A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.

“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.

You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?

You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.

The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.

Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.

Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.

He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”

He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”

You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.

This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”

“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.

“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”

“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”

“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”

There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.

Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.

And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.

You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there. 

Or maybe you were wrong.

You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.

Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.

Was love worth it if felt like this?

You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.

So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.

This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.

Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.

You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.

Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.

“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.

“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless. 

Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted. 

You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.

A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”

Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?

Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.

He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.

Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.

And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.

Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him. 

After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.

You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.

The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.

You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.

Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol. 

The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.

You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.

You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.

You were together. 

And for now, that was more than enough.

When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.

Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.

The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.

You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around. 

Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled. 

You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.

You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband—this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.

This was wrong.

But it felt so right.

You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?

Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.

You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.

Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.

There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.

A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”

You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”

He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.

You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.

Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.

You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.

But that just made little moments like these all the more special.

After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.

Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.

You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.

So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.

Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.

But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.

And he did everything he could to give you just that. 

It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger. 

This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.

He was always brave enough for the both of you.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.

Brave enough for the both of you.

You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.

This was real.

This was real.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.

This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.

You wanted to be brave, too.

So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.” 

You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?

What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?

And you were living.

Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.

You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.

And Hope would’ve never been born.

Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.

She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them. 

For her.

You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.

The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.

You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.

It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.

Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.

You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.

He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.

Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.

So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.

The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.

It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.

Because it wasn’t real.

You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.

But he made it look real.

He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.

Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.

Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”

Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”

1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.

You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.

He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.

You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.

And he knew that, too.

“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.

“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.

So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.

Like he was getting ready to let you go.

You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.

It was time for your story to end.

You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.

“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.

But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.

You would.

You were gonna be happy with him.

And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.

But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.

Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.

Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.

“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”

You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.

She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.

But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.

“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.

“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”

She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”

It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?

What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”

Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“Always and forever, little one.”

While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.

He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.

Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.

One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.

But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.

Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.

Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.

If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.

Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.

You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.

He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.

He wanted to make those dreams come true.

“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.

He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.” 

A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.

This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.

He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.

Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.

It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?

You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”

“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.

“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”

“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”

“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”

He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”

You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”

He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”

You raised a brow. “Quiet?”

“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”

You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.

He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”

That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.

Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”

He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.

You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better. 

“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”

“Y/N-”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”

He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”

You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”

“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”

“Kol-”

He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”

A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?

You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?

You just wanted to be happy.

So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”

And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.

When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.

You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.

Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.

North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.

That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.

You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.

It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.

Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.

Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.

Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.

Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.

You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.

The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.

Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave. 

There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.

You owed it all to your bravery.

And you owed it all to Kol’s.

But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.

You were braver together.

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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!

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klaus or elijah (your choice) x former flame!reader 👀

all i want | elijah mikaelson

+ Ohhh I loved your cat and mouse one! Could you please make a calm housewife/mom of the friend group type of girl and Elijah falling for her in a kind of best friend to lovers situation? Idk I just think it would fit cause elijah’s very family oriented and I see him falling for a dear old time friend too? Idk so uhm yeah. Feel free to refuse ofc!

elijah mikaelson x vampire!reader (no y/n)

author's notes; combining these requests :) hope that's ok!!

warnings; vague references to past violence but nothing insane. exes to friends to lovers, just plotless fluff, with an extra side of fluff. yes elijah is extremely charming, yes he can't make eye contact with a pretty girl. duality of man.

It’s an unspoken thing, what lingers between them still. Unspoken in the sense that they don’t talk about it, but everyone else does. 

It always shocks people to learn that the oldest vampires on Earth are ridiculous, catty gossips. Elijah doesn’t know why it’s such a surprise. Living as long as they all have, you’ve got to keep things interesting, otherwise immortality becomes mind-numbing. He supposes that it just doesn’t measure up to their reputation for being ruthless animals, which isn’t unfounded. It’s just not the only thing they could be classified as. 

Ruthless monsters that defend each other to the death at the end of the day, no matter how many times they’ve stabbed each other in the backs, certainly. Childish gossips that like to start rumors and rewrite history when they get a little bored, definitely. The two identifiers can coexist, and very much do.

And this thing, this unspoken thing that is unspoken for a multitude of reasons but none more so than the simple fact that even as long as they’ve known each other it’s still fragile, and something could break it with ease, is only unspoken to Elijah. 

His brothers and sisters, however, like to do nothing but talk about it. 

“Well, she’s almost here,” Rebekah rolls her eyes, but it’s just for the fact that her older brother is going to be a lovesick idiot the entire time the girl is here, and it really takes away from Rebekah’s own quality time with her. “No wonder Elijah’s been bumbling around like a fool all day.” 

Klaus chuckles, and the two of them dutifully ignore the glare their brother sends them. “Do you think she sent him a letter to announce her arrival? Elijah always loves things like that,” 

Rebekah’s blue eyes light up. “Oh, yes! I wonder if she sprayed it with her perfume– us ladies used to do that with a suitor back in the day,” She fans a hand towards her face, closing her eyes at the small breeze it creates. “They don’t text or call, of course, it takes all of the personality out of it. And god knows Elijah’s all personality,” 

Klaus laughs again, and the two finally glance across the room to where Elijah’s leaning against a wall, glaring at them with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I hate you both,” He says, earning another round of laughter from them. “And stop going through my things, Rebekah. Those letters are none of your business.” 

The blonde girl pushes her lips out in a pout. “But I get so bored, Elijah. You can’t be mad at me for entertaining myself,” 

“I fear he just hates fun, dear sister,” Klaus says, feigning a wistful tone. “He doesn’t approve of my methods of entertainment either.” 

“That’s because your methods of entertainment always end in a bloodbath,” Elijah says accusingly, earning a shrug from the hybrid. “You’re both immature. A thousand years old, still acting like children.” 

Their faces twist in offense in unison, and Elijah distantly thinks that even though they’re not even fully related, let alone the same age even in their vampiric years, they were twins put on this Earth to terrorize him and ensure that he never knew peace. 

Before they can begin their outcries of dramatized offense, and Elijah can continue to lightheartedly mock them, a voice comes from the hall, echoing fondly. 

“Must you two always tease your brother?” The smile is obvious in her voice as she walks into the room, and the three of them snap their gazes towards the woman in surprise. “He’s a delicate soul, you know. His poor heart can’t handle too many jokes,” 

Elijah recovers quickly, rolling his eyes, though he can’t (and won’t) stop the smile from growing on his face as she meets Rebekah for a hug. “Oh, wonderful. That’s just what they need. Encouragement.” 

She chuckles at his poorly-feigned exasperation, and the sound settles in his ears like a morning dove’s song. She releases Rebekah from the hug and leans down to where Klaus is stretched out in a chair with his feet kicked up on the table, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Glancing around at the vaulted ceilings of the compound, she sighs wistfully. “I can’t believe this place looks the same as when you bought it,” She shakes her head in slight disbelief. 

Klaus shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “When we first returned, there was some… cleaning up to do, but it’s maintained its shape wonderfully.” 

If she catches onto his double entendre, she doesn’t say anything, just nods in understanding. That’s something Elijah has always liked about her– she lets things go unsaid. She’s always had the ability to connect with him and his siblings in a way that most others can’t, and even when Elijah is at his worst, she’s been that olive branch that he can grab onto to bring him back to himself. Always so understanding and level. It’s a wonder that she still associates with any of them, given their penchant for chaos. 

Finally, she turns her attention onto him, and in its entirety he feels breathless. Even after decades of knowing one another, it’s never gotten easier to hide his ardor for her. He knows she can still read him as easily as she could thirty years ago, too.

“Elijah,” She says his name better than he’s ever heard it, with a tilt to her head and a fondness in her voice that makes him feel more alive than anything else he’s found in his centuries on this planet. 

She crosses the room to where he’s at, because he froze in his spot as soon as he heard her voice, and wraps her arms around him like she’s never been more relieved to see him. 

It’s another thing he’s always liked about her. She’s never stopped loving him. He knows that. Lives with it everyday. 

Regrets a lot of things, too. 

He says her name back as gently as he can, like she’ll break in his arms. He wonders if she thinks of all the times she has broken in his arms, and then he tells himself there’s no way she’s forgotten it, because he hasn’t. And that is something that is theirs and theirs alone. 

She pulls away and he misses her touch the moment she goes because it feels rarer and rarer with each day that passes. Every time she leaves, he fears it’s the last time he’ll see her. 

He doesn’t want to ruin her visit with these thoughts. Even though he knows she’d offer him endless comfort, he doesn’t want her to worry about him for a second. 

She turns to face them, clapping her hands together with a smile. “Well, then. What’s first on the agenda?” 

────── 

Something that comes with living as long as Elijah has is learning that some things about yourself you’ll just never be able to change. Such things like being a vampire in itself, having a firm hand when it comes to doing business with people. He’s been told he’s somewhat of a snake, and he’s well aware of his silver tongued ways, and it’s something he knows he can’t change, and hasn’t ever wanted to. 

One thing that has yet to fall under that category of acceptance is his jealousy. 

In his defense, he’s never jealous when he thinks he should be. He’s never been jealous of his siblings, spare for a few embarrassing months spent around the doppelgängers, but Elijah has never had to envy someone for something they had because if he wanted it that bad, he could just take it. 

But this. This he knows is jealousy, pure and unbridled, and nauseating, if he’s feeling that correctly. 

This is the jealousy that he’s seen destroy entire regimes. This is the jealousy that has driven his family to madness at times. 

And of course, she’s at the center of it all. Of course she is. There would be no other way he could feel this so strongly if she was not involved in it somehow. 

She’s the source of a lot of jealousy, he knows. He’s jealous of the carefree relationships his siblings get to have with her because they don’t have to be burdened with the feelings of the past that are most definitely still there. They don’t have to worry if they looked at her lips for too long, or if they held her a little too gentle to be considered entirely friendly. They don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, stepping past that line they so carefully drew in the sand for everyone’s sake. 

These are the consequences of his actions, he knows. It doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, though. It might make it worse. 

Watching his siblings drink freely as the band played on was nothing unfamiliar. Patrons had long since joined in on the fun, and he’s sure there’s a crowd outside looking in on the celebration of unknown origins. 

At the center of it all, she is there, standing on a table with a crowd of adoring admirers surrounding her as she swayed and moved to the music. He would swear there’s a light shining on her, just for her, projecting her shadow above everyone like some sort of angel. He thinks she has every right to be worshiped. 

And the reason he’s so maddeningly, bitingly jealous is because he is the reason that he’s not the one dancing with her. He can’t be the one to dance with her, and he can’t be the one that makes her laugh like she is because he’s the one that said they shouldn’t be together. He is the one who broke her heart, and he doesn’t deserve an ounce of the kindness she still shows. 

So all he can do is sip his drink at the bar and watch as she pulls his sister, sweet, dangerous, devastatingly insecure Rebekah, up onto the table with her and shares her spotlight with her. Making his sister light up like she does with no one else. Earning another round of cheers from Klaus and Kol as they watch on, demanding another round of drinks for everyone in an odd show of generosity. 

She brings out the best in his siblings. In him. 

It makes him burn bright inside. Boiling, hot to the touch. He knows then and there that there’s a reason he’s seen something as trivial as jealousy take down the most powerful of men. Love is such a dangerous thing to get involved in in the first place, but finding someone, finding the woman who makes you feel like you could conquer the world is something else entirely. It bypasses dangerous and heads straight into fatal. 

Because she makes you feel like you could conquer the whole world, but the second you lose her, it all means nothing. You’ll tear it all down if it means she won’t be there, too. 

And the worst part of it all is the only reason he feels like this is because he is the one that ruined it. Blamed his family, blamed his parents, blamed everything else but his own fears for the reason they couldn’t be together. The distance, the timing. Whatever he could grasp, he pulled it out of his pocket and gave it to her on a silver platter, served with a distant coldness he’d long since perfect, and never wanted to use on her in the first place. 

He had so much time under his belt, but he was such a child. So helpless it bordered on criminal, all because he fell in love and he didn’t know what to do with it. 

It’s embarrassing more than anything else. 

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she started dancing. Hadn’t stopped listening since he heard her first laugh. Didn’t want to miss a single second, just in case. 

For the first time all night, he blinked and turned his head away from her and threw the rest of his drink back like it was water. 

He could allow himself a bit more wallowing. Just a bit. 

────── 

“Well, Rebekah’s safe in bed. I even got her in pajamas, believe it or not,” Her voice carries even in its whisper, and he looks up from his lap as she enters the small living space, hands clasped in front of her as she takes a seat in the chair beside him. “Original vampire or not, I doubt she’ll feel very good in the morning.” 

Elijah hummed, thinking of his dear sister and how even if she’d healed a thousand times over, she’d still find a way to complain. He adored it. 

“What about you?” 

He raises a brow, lips twisting confusedly. “What about me?” 

She gestures towards his slightly slumped form on the couch pointedly. He follows her direction, looking at his rumpled suit, and the white button up he’d undone the top four buttons off, at least. He feels momentarily embarrassed at his state of disarray but he simply huffs out a laugh, lifting his gaze to meet hers again. 

“I’m a mess,” He shrugs, earning a quiet laugh out of her. “But I don’t think that has anything to do with our drinking tonight.” 

“I can’t disagree, unfortunately,” 

He hides the way his grin threatens to split his face behind his face, rubbing along his scruffy jawline as he looks at her. The longer he lingers, the more she avoids his gaze. 

“What?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Elijah,” She intones, such a familiar adoration in her voice that it nearly makes him sick. He doesn’t deserve it. “You’ve been so quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?” 

“You,” 

Her eyes widen in shock at his quick, candid answer, and he has to hide his own surprise at how quick the word had shot out of his mouth. 

“Me? What about me?” 

“Everything,” He sighs, shifting his long legs so he could turn towards her and give her his full attention. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Oh,” She breathes out, looking slightly bashful. “Well, I always miss you. I wouldn’t ever leave if I didn’t–” 

She stops herself, covering her mouth with her hand as a sheepish look crosses her face. He knows she wants him to move past her slip up, but he doesn’t. Can’t. 

“If you didn’t, what?” He leans forward, looking at her imploringly. “Why do you stay away so long?” 

She takes a moment to collect herself, picking at the skin around her nails half-heartedly, like it’s not really bothering her, she just doesn’t want to be so open right now. He’d feel worse about pushing her if he didn’t feel like his heart was leaping out of his throat. 

“Well, I didn’t think you wanted me around that much,” She says quietly, gesturing towards him. 

He rears back like she’s slapped him. 

“How could you ever think such a thing?” He whispers her name, a distant veil of horror laced in his tone. Fear, really. 

“You said,” She says, face furrowing in confusion. “All those years ago– you said that there was no reason for me to stay here with you in New Orleans. So, I– I left. And I travel all the time until I come back here for as long as you’ll let me.” 

Elijah feels something gripping his chest and it feels remarkably like his heart is breaking. 

His voice breaks on her name and he leans forward again, reaching into her space to grab her hands in his. Allowing himself this piece of her that he simply doesn’t deserve. 

“I never,” He stops, breathing out harshly. “I never wanted you to leave. I just–” 

He stops again, squeezes her hands, and then steels himself because this is the least he owes her. 

“You deserved more than to be stuck here with my family,” He starts slowly. “I never– I never wanted you to leave. Every time you walk out of those doors, I want to chase you down and make you stay. You have to believe me when I say that I only ever wanted you to be happy, and you wouldn’t have found that stuck here in the mess we had made back then.” 

There’s a poignant silence that settles as she processes his words, and he holds the ragged breath that builds in his chest when she begins to drag her thumbs along the backs of his hands, smoothing at the skin there. Ever so gentle. 

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be here with you and your family,” She says, shaking her head like she’s scolding him, even though her tone is anything but. “Being here makes me happier than any place I’ve traveled to. And I’m– I’m truly grateful that you had my best interest in mind, Elijah, but you have to understand,” 

She trails off and an incredulous laugh leaves her lips as she smiles at him. “I’ve loved you my entire life. And my heart used to break every day knowing that I’d only have a short time with you. When I turned, I was so– I was so happy because I suddenly had the rest of time to be with you. And you… you broke my heart, Elijah. You truly did,” 

She presses her thumbs into his skin firmly, just a pressure point to punctuate her words. “But I have never stopped loving you. And every time I walked out of those doors and left you behind, my heart broke again. You wouldn’t have ever had to make me stay. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” 

Elijah’s breath stalls in his chest, and lets it out slowly, shakily. There’s a distant string of hope he lets himself pull on, just this once. Because she let him. 

He meets her gaze and smiles softly, just for her. “Will you stay, then? I’m– I’m asking you, truly. Will you stay?” 

She nods before he even finishes speaking and laughs quietly, the sound just for him. “Of course I will, Elijah. I’ll stay as long as you want me to,” 

“Forever,” 

“Forever, then. I’ll stay forever.” 

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey girl I’ve just seen your Elijah x plus reader post, could you do one for klaus?

klaus mikaelson x plus size reader headcanons:

— warnings, lots of talks of body image, insecurities of weight & appearance, talks of binge eating, KLAUS BEING THE BEST BOYFRIEND!!!

first of all, klaus thinks you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth bro

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

he adores you so much bby

this man will legit get mad if you mention anything negative about your appearance

“do you think my stomach looks werid in this d—“ “no, my love, it does not. please stop with this utter nonsense, you look as beautiful as you always do. extremely, extremely beautiful.”

“i don’t like the way my arms—“ “little love, if you even think about finishing that sentence with an insult to your heavenly self, i will throw you over my lap and spank your arse raw.”

you finished the sentence

WHENEVER HE BUYS YOU CLOTHES HE ALWAYS BUYS YOU FIGURE COMPLIMENTING THINGS!!

he loves you are ur body an actually obsessive amount 😋😋😋

“why would you even want to hide such beauty?”

LITERAL HEART EYEESSSSSS

when you wear said clothes his whole breathing stops, his eyes widen, he blushes, he stutters

he’s actually a little simp for you icl

ofc if you say to him the clothes that gets you, you won’t wear bc they make you genuinely uncomfortable - he will stop

BUTTTTT continuously tries to convince you bc he genuinely doesn’t understand why you would ever want to hide your body away when it’s so perfect and beautiful

he never oversteps any of this boundaries with you tho!!

if you tell why they make you uncomfortable (i,e they highlight my figure etc) he’ll just be SOOO confused

“that is the point, my love. your body is gorgeous - why would you want to hide it?”

I WOULD DIE

if you ever tell him you’re scared he won’t be able to lift you bc of ur weight or something…

he’s always picking you up, spinning you around, carrying you places, making you sit in his lap even if there’s a chair available to you just to prove you’re being RIDICULOUS

he’s all smirks and dimples as well like ‘you sure about that love’

when or if you decide to open up to him about your binges and cravings - he takes it all very seriously, anything to help his little love!!!

he’ll explain to you how he manages to get over his cravings for blood and try to help you if that’s what you want

BUT HES JUST FULL OF SOOO MUCH REASSURANCE AND LOVE FOR YOU BABE

hes actually the best bf

don’t every try test me on that

he knows that expressions on your face when you start feeling insecure about yourself and your body and immediately he’s there with you and kissing you all over your face, pulling you away from everyone else and whispering compliments

and/or taking the piss out of the people around you to distract you and make you laugh that laugh of yours he loves so much

my man 😋😋😋😋😋

[sweetdreamcreater]

Strokes of Obsession

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Human Female (OFC)

Warning /tags: smut (18+), NSFW, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, please), creampie, Oral sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, p in v, fingering.

About: Andrea (OFC) teases Klaus until he breaks

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Part 5

Klaus leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved deep, demanding submission even as his hands trailed down her sides. He nipped at her lower lip, drawing a soft gasp from her, and then pulled away just enough to whisper against her lips.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Andrea obeyed, her heart racing as she felt something smooth and cool press against her eyelids. Klaus had blindfolded her, shrouding her in darkness. The world around her evaporated, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch.

“Good girl,” Klaus murmured, his voice laced with approval. His fingers brushed against her cheek, tracing the delicate contours before trailing down her neck.

Andrea’s breath hitched as his hand moved lower, skimming over the sensitive skin of her collarbone. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his proximity overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Klaus,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please…”

“What do you want, love?” he asked, his tone mocking yet indulgent. His fingers feathered across her breast, barely grazing the edge of her nipple.

“You know what I want,” Andrea replied her voice firm despite the tremor running through her. “Don’t make me beg.”

Klaus chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Begging can be quite enjoyable,” he said, his fingers finally closing around her nipple. He teased it lightly, rolling the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger.

Andrea gasped, arching her back as pleasure shot through her. “Klaus… please… don’t stop…”

“Ah, there it is,” Klaus said, his voice silken with satisfaction. “The sound of you begging for me.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the exposed curve of her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and Andrea moaned softly, tilting her head to give him better access. Klaus took full advantage, his mouth moving lower until he latched onto her nipple.

Andrea cried out, her fingers clawing at the fabric of the bed. Klaus suckled deeply, his tongue flicking against the hard nub as his other hand cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh tenderly.

“You taste divine,” Klaus murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. “Every inch of you is made for my pleasure.”

Andrea’s hips bucked instinctively, her core throbbing with need. She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs, her body desperate for release. “Klaus… I need… more…”

Klaus lifted his head, his eyes glinting with predatory hunger even as he removed his hand from her breast. “Patience, love,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I intend to take my time with you.”

He shifted slightly, his body pinning her more securely to the bed. Andrea could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh, and she whimpered in frustration. “Please, Klaus… don’t tease me…”

“Oh, but I enjoy it far too much,” Klaus replied, his lips curling into a devilish smile. His hand slid down her body.

Andrea’s breath hitched as his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, his touch light and teasing. He pressed against her clit, coaxing a soft moan from her lips. “Klaus…”

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “Just feel, Andrea. Let me show you how good it feels to surrender to me.”

His fingers slid lower, to find her drenched folds. Andrea gasped as he delved into her, his fingers stroking her slick entrance with expert precision.

“So wet for me,” Klaus murmured, his tone approving. “Tell me, love, have you been thinking about this all day? Imagining what I would do to you?”

Andrea bit her lip, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through her. Klaus’s fingers thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars. “Yes…” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Klaus praised, his fingers speeding up their rhythm. He leaned down, peppering kisses along her jawline as his other hand returned to her breast, squeezing the tender flesh roughly. “You are mine, Andrea. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Andrea gasped, her voice breaking as an orgasm began to build within her. “I’m yours… only yours…”

Klaus smiled against her skin, his fingers working relentlessly to bring her closer to the edge. “That’s right, love,” he murmured. “Let go for me. Show me how much you belong to me.”

With a cry of release, Andrea shattered, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Klaus held her tightly, his fingers still buried inside her as she trembled in his arms.

When her breathing finally slowed, Klaus withdrew his fingers and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Still want more?” he teased, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Andrea panted, her body still humming with residual pleasure. “Always,” she whispered, her voice filled with undeniable longing.

Klaus chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. “Then let’s see how much more you can take, shall we?”

He shifted again, positioning himself between her legs. Andrea’s heart raced as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. He entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“Klaus…” Andrea whimpered, her nails digging into the cushions beneath her. “Please… faster…”

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Klaus teased, his voice rough with desire. He plunged into her fully, burying himself deep inside her warm, welcoming heat.

Andrea cried out, her body convulsing around him as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Klaus leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he claimed her completely.

Klaus held her hips firmly, his grip unyielding as he began to move inside her. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate and controlled, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Andrea’s trembling body. She arched against him, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the fullness of him deep within her.

“Klaus…” she moaned, her voice soft yet filled with desperate need. “Please… faster…”

He smirked against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered, “Patience, my love. I want to savour every moment with you.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of anticipation and frustration building within her. Andrea clenched her fists, digging her nails into the soft fabric of the chaise lounge beneath her, as Klaus continued to move at a pace that was maddeningly slow.

“Klaus,” she whimpered again, her voice rising in both plea and desperation. “I can’t… I need more…”

At her words, Klaus’s control finally began to crack. His movements became quicker, his thrusts deeper and more forceful as he claimed her completely. Andrea’s cries echoed through the room, her body writhing beneath him as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it, my darling,” Klaus growled, his voice low and primal. “Feel me inside you. Feel how much you belong to me.”

Andrea’s head fell back, her dark hair cascading over the bed as she cried out his name. Her body trembled with each powerful thrust, her mind spinning with the intensity of their connection.

“Klaus!” she screamed, her voice breaking as she came undone around him.

Klaus paused, his breathing heavy as he watched her fall apart in his arms. He leaned down, his lips pressing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, Andrea. Completely and utterly mine.”

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his piercing blue gaze. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “I’m yours.”

Klaus’s grip on her hips tightened, and he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed. Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart pounding as she clung to him. He placed her gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs once more.

“On your knees,” Klaus commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Andrea hesitated for a moment. Slowly, she moved into the position he had ordered, her knees spread wide as she waited for him.

Klaus stood above her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance once again. He entered her slowly, purposely taking his time as he watched her reaction. Andrea’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the full length of him slide inside her.

“Good girl,” Klaus murmured, his voice dripping with approval. “Now, let me show you exactly how much you mean to me.”

With that, he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took her from behind. Andrea’s hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body rocking forward with each powerful thrust. She could feel the edge of her orgasm approaching, her body tightening with anticipation.

“Klaus… please…” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take much more…”

“You can, and you will,” Klaus growled, his voice commanding as he continued to claim her. “Let yourself go, Andrea. Let me be the one to bring you to the brink.”

Her moans grew louder, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrendered to him completely. Klaus buried his face in the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

“That’s it, my love,” he whispered against her ear. “Give in to me. Let me see how far I can push you.”

Andrea’s body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out his name, her voice raw and unrestrained as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Klaus followed soon after, his release surging through him as he emptied himself deep within her.

They lay together on the bed, their bodies entangled as they caught their breath. Klaus pulled her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“You are mine, Andrea,” he said softly, his voice filled with possessiveness and adoration. “And I will never let anyone take you from me.”

Andrea smiled up at him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “And you are mine, Klaus,” she replied, her tone playful yet serious. “Forever and always.”

[whereismymindnow]

Twin Hearts Chapter Eight

Author's Note: I cannot wait to stop being a student. Assignments and exams may be over, but I still have practical templates to complete, then a 60 minute verbal assessment, then finally 12 practical assessments to try and become a registered veterinary nurse.

My apologies for once again being delayed with updating the fic. As you can imagine, I’m a bit stretched thin at the moment. It may please you to hear that the next chapter is ¾ finished so I aim to upload it in the next week or two!

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

If this work is found anywhere other than Tumblr (@whereismymindnow) or Archive of Our Own (Mikki19) then it has been posted without my permission.

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Chapter Eight: Reparation

Pia sighed softly as she felt his eyes on her for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour. The sound of his pencil scratching against the surface of the paper reached her ears once again. The female hybrid opted to ignore her brother for a while longer and turned the page of her book.

“No… no, that isn’t right…” His soft muttering broke the peace for the third time in ten minutes and Pia found herself re-reading a whole paragraph to return her mind to the wizarding world and not the annoyance that was a few feet away from her. She forced a smile on her face and pretended to have not been distracted by- “A little more definition… that is better…” Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she silently counted back from ten.

Ignore him.

She was sure that he was doing this on purpose.

Right, Mr Potter. You have my full attention, she reiterated in her mind and embroiled herself back into the life of a young character that seemed to have worse luck than her. Her brow creased a little as a small ache within her belly made her pause and press a hand to her abdomen; the dull throbbing sensation felt like a tightness in her stomach, but it wasn’t painful so she ignored it. She would read this page if it killed her. Perhaps she was just hungry or it was her wolf wanting to break free. She could feel the claws begging to be let out from inside her skin as her wolf paced. A run was probably due shortly.

Klaus glanced over at his sister as he felt his wolf begin to whine inside his head. He felt her discomfort through their bond and watched as she brought her knees to her chest as she read. She didn’t seem as though she was in pain and so assumed her wolf probably just wanted to be free which was causing his wolf to be impatient to be let out also. With a shake of his head he focused upon his drawing once more “What is missing…?” The sound of the pencil being tapped against the paper as he deliberated the sketch on the page was the last straw for Pia.

“For goodness sake, Niklaus!”

Thunk!

The second year of Harry Potter’s life at Hogwarts hit the floor after being thrown against the wall. Niklaus raised his brows at the glare that was sent his way as he innocently looked from his drawing pad to his sister.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“I was drawing you.” He said as though it was obvious.

“And you just had to keep muttering under your breath and tapping your pencil? And let’s not even mention how loudly you seemed to rub that eraser across the page!”

“Sister, are you mad at me?” His dimpled smile made her glare falter. She pointed a finger at him as her glare faltered under this mischievous expression.

“Do not. Do not do that.” Pia bit the inside of her cheek to stop the smile that threatened to grow on her face as her finger shook slightly.

Elijah, who had been observing the two silently with Rebekah, couldn’t help but feel a rare flutter of happiness in his chest as he saw the twins begin one of their stubborn games with each other.

It had been centuries since Niklaus had done something that would annoy her and lead them to sit in silence until one of them broke out into laughter. Klaus’ dirty tactics of using his dimples against his twin would nearly always make Pia break first. She adored the cheeky grin that he would reserve for her.

Rebekah beamed at the sight of her beloved siblings acting as they used to. She had often envied the close bond that they had; at one point in time they had seemed unbreakable. Niklaus and Pia were a force to be reckoned with when they teamed up, but often enough they would use their pride and power against each other to test who was the strongest. They had not played with each other so innocently in years and she had worried that Pia’s late awakening would lead to them never resolving their issues. Of course, she knew that Pia was still wary of her brother, but Rebekah also knew that Nik had something up his sleeve to prove himself to Pea. So, this current game that Pia was so obviously losing was a great indication that things would soon be back to normal… well, at least as normal as their family could be.

“Niko!” Pia whined before breaking out into loud laughter at his attempt to widen his eyes to further his protest of innocence. She sped over to him, jumped onto his lap and roughly hit his chest until he grabbed her hands. Their breathless laughter faded as they recognised their lips were mere inches apart; time seemed to slow as Klaus released her and gently tucked a curl behind her ear. His fingers lightly grazed her right cheek before settling on the side of her neck; his touch caused goosebumps to rise on her arms, it was though he was made of pure electricity. Her wolf was aching to submit to her mate. He rubbed his thumb over her throat, smirking as her pupils expanded and she swallowed nervously.

“Pia…” Despite a large portion of her wishing to do nothing more than taste his lips at that very moment, Pia settled her head against his shoulder and nosed his neck to take in his scent. Klaus felt disappointment wash over him before he shook it away. She needed more time. He nuzzled the side of her head and rubbed his hands up and down her back as a low growl vibrated through their chests.

“Can we go for another run?” Pia asked quietly as another ache began in her abdomen; maybe stretching her legs would appease the wolf.

“Of course, sister.”

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Elijah found himself once again outside of the Salvatore Boarding House. Whilst he was pleased to see Pia’s progress he also knew that once she overcame her issues with Niklaus she would be on the search to find Elena. Her bond with her twin had served as a great distraction that had allowed for Elijah to seek out the Gilbert girl and speak with her and her friends about Pia’s awakening, but it was time for him to make them realise just how dangerous his younger sister could be. They needed to know more about her to be ready for when she is prepared to seek out the newest doppelganger.

Was he completely sure that she would wish to harm Elena? No. After all, she had welcomed Katerina with open arms until her betrayal and had tried her hardest to not blame the girl for her ancestor’s wrongdoings. However, the dagger had only been taken from her chest a short while ago and she was still very much unpredictable.

It was in Elena’s best interest to listen to him now and be prepared should she come across Pia. With this thought Elijah stepped over the threshold and followed the doppelganger to the living area where the rest of the opposition sat.

Damon sent Elijah a sarcastic wave as he poured himself a fresh glass of bourbon. Oh, the oldest Salvatore was definitely ready to hear more about the little blonde that he had fought a few nights ago.

Elijah settled onto the couch opposite Elena and Caroline. Damon and Stefan remained behind the two girls whilst Bonnie took up a separate chair on Elena’s right. After taking a few moments to decide what he should tell them, Elijah began to recount a piece of Pia’s history.

“In the 11th Century there were a string of gruesome deaths that lasted up until the early 12 Century. People would turn up dead with their necks so badly ripped open that their heads would be separated from their body.” He gave a pointed look at Stefan before continuing. “At first people thought it was an animal, but then there were signs of continuity. The bodies would be decapitated, but there would be no other mark on their skin. So, of course this soon led people to think that this could not just be a wild animal hunting for prey.

“Why would an animal not rip the entire body to shreds? That was the question that could never be answered. This then caused people to believe that a demon had broken free from Hell and was bringing pain and death to Earth.

“In 1059 a man named Thomas Howard and his family were victims of this demon. People came across the bloody scene and surprisingly Howard was still alive; the entire right side of his neck was hanging on by threads. He clung to life long enough to choke through his own blood and describe the creature that people feared so terribly.

“She took the form of a girl with blonde hair and pale skin. Her voice was as smooth as silk and she had a smile that would make any man feel weak at the knees. It was her face that revealed her true demonic form; she had blood red eyes and vicious fangs that glinted under the moonlight. She was named the Snow White Killer due to her skin being free of imperfections and as flawless as freshly dropped snow.

“It did not take long for me to hear of the story. Pia was the demon that people feared. My sister is dangerous, but she hides it well. Her innocent features have always been her victims’ downfall. She draws them in with her sweet nature before destroying them. Stay away from her and resist taunting Niklaus if she is near. Pia is very dedicated to our brother.”

“And if he decides to come to us?” Caroline stayed silent as Elena spoke with Elijah. She had not yet had a chance to speak to Pia or see her properly. She could hardly call when she was first awakened a true meeting as Pia had been completely out of it at the time. Caroline was anxious; surely the siblings had told their sister of Klaus’ infatuation with her. So, what was her reaction? Should she expect to have to look over her shoulder each time she left the house?

“Be aware of what you say. Pia understands how Niklaus is and how people have a right to despise him, but that does not mean that she has not set a boundary for how much slander she will allow herself to hear.”

Damon raised his brows and took a sip of his bourbon. He could understand how easily she could hypnotise her prey. The air of mystery around this new Mikaelson was alluring and her fair complexion made her hard to ignore. After their fight, he’d thought of how she smiled and enjoyed herself even when in pain. Her eyes had been bright and full of mischief the entire time. “So… another psycho to put down then?”

“Damon, you should really take a care of what you say. They are my family despite their transgressions.” Elijah let his veiled threat hang in the air as he stood and vacated the living area. As he grasped the handle of the front door he turned to look at Elena once more. “Do be more aware of your surroundings for the next few weeks. Pia has not made it known that she wishes to meet you, but I have no doubt that she will be plotting silently to confront you soon enough.” Almost as a second thought he sent a meaningful glance to Caroline, who still remained silent, before he exited the boarding house.

“Well I understood that message loud and clear.” The blonde piped up after letting out a deep breath.

“Okay… so what about the spell? Are we still on for that or are we gonna let a pint-sized she-wolf scare us off?”

“A pint-siz- Damon! That is two Original Hybrids walking freely in our town now!” Elena raised her voice in disbelief as the raven-haired man made light of the situation. “Are you forgetting how close she was to poisoning you with her venom?”

“It’s still on. We may have gotten rid of Esther but Klaus is back to being our number one threat. We take him out before he does something drastic to get Elena.” Bonnie said with finality.

“What if Pia tries to harm Tyler afterwards?” The trap put them all in danger, but Caroline was worried for Tyler. He was planning to leave in the next few days to break the sire bond and the spell would be done once he returned. Would Pia take it out on Tyler once she realises what he has done? After hearing of the Snow White Killer, Caroline was absolutely certain that her lust for blood and ruin would escalate to an unprecedented scale once her brother is desiccated.

“If I need to then I’ll take care of this Pia also.”

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Pia remained in a blissful state after having her run with her brother. She had finally begun to truly feel welcomed into this new world and her shoulders were not as tense as they had been recently. She passed through the trees with her sandals in her hand; her beige dress reached her knees and was surprisingly clean to say that she had it left in the forest during their outing. She pulled a stray twig from her hair and stared up at the manor that she now called her home.

She still found it completely out of place in this little town, but now that she had calmed herself, she could see that Niklaus had indeed done a fine job and the building was beautiful to look at. She enjoyed the artefacts that her brother had collected, and despite the modern twists that could be found here and there, the feel of the house gave her comfort. She felt safe in there and the fact that their family had been reunited, minus Finn, made it all the better. There was a small inkling of guilt as she enjoyed the company of her most beloved siblings though. She did think about Finn, but with how much time they had spent apart, and the fact that they had never been very close whilst still human, it made it difficult to truly miss her eldest brother. A small part of her wished that she had spent more time with him, but after living for so long she realised that there would be many regrets that she would experience. All par for the course of being immortal she assumed.

Speaking of which, her gaze turned from the starry sky to the hybrid that walked nearby.

"Tyler?" The boy looked up and bowed his head accordingly. Klaus had been very clear on how his twin should be treated.

“Pia. How can I be of assistance?” His careful tone revealed his uncertainty as he had never been approached by the female before. Pia found herself quite disappointed as she had heard great things about the overconfident baby wolf.

"You are a hybrid. My brother has killed thousands and tortured hundreds to gain the power to create you and the others. You are not a little mouse; you are one of the most powerful beings in all of creation. You shall speak with confidence the next time that you address me. You are not the servant that Klaus treats you as." Tyler felt an odd amount of gratitude at hearing her words. At least Pia seemed to understand their feelings on the matter of how Klaus treated them. "Now, what are you doing? It is almost midnight."

"Patrolling the grounds." Tyler replied simply. Those were his orders: patrol the grounds and report any disturbances. He would be so happy when he manages to sneak away and break this sire bond for good. It was exhausting to protect the people that you despise.

"All of you?" Pia had noticed a few hybrids on her way back to the house. They had all avoided her path but her ancient senses allowed her to hear their footsteps quite clearly.

"Yes, Pia."

"Ugh.” Pia could not have been more annoyed at her brother’s actions. He had spent so many bloody years trying to break his curse and create more hybrids and now he was making them his slaves. Did he not understand how he was only turning them against him? "I am over one thousand years old. I am an Original Hybrid. Niklaus may think of me as some innocent maiden that would be knocked over by a slight gust of wind, but I assure you that I shall be quite fine on my own.” The man in question lurked back behind a tree. Klaus remained silent and smirked at his sister’s words but felt no remorse for keeping the hybrids nearby. Mikael was still at large and he would rather his creations be destroyed than his twin. As far as Klaus was concerned, the hybrids would stay until Mikael was dead.

“Excuse me, Pia. I must get back to my duties.” He had seen the glow of Klaus’ eyes from within the forest and knew that he had a limited window before the Original approached them. He was not in the mood for another slanging match that would no doubt ensue between them both; Caroline had been his favourite topic as of late… at least, she had been until Pia had emerged from her coffin.

“Wait a moment, Tyler.” Oh, Pia was well aware of her mate’s scent as it travelled to her within the breeze. It was perfect timing for him to hear her next words. "Caroline is your other half, correct?"

"Yes..." Tyler did not like where this was going. He had wanted to avoid Klaus’ taunts should he approach, but the sudden look of seriousness in Pia’s eyes made him feel slightly ill. Tyler had been surprised that he had not heard much of Caroline being mentioned by the female when he had overheard her conversations within the house; her suddenly bringing up his girlfriend now made him feel anxious.

"Keep her away from Nik."

"That is difficult considering Klaus' infatuation." Tyler chose his words with care, he did not wish to antagonise her. The blonde hardly ever sought out Klaus’ attention from what he knew of, the Original just always seemed to find Caroline.

"You will keep her away from my brother or I shall bite her and watch as my poison slowly tears your little vampire's brain apart. I will make you listen as every blood vessel shrivels and dies. I will make you watch as she loses herself to the madness. Then, when she finally feels ready to die, I shall rip her heart from her chest and feed it to you and my brother. Have I made myself clear?"

"Y-yes." After seeing his own poison ravage Caroline’s body due to Klaus’ control, Tyler never wanted to see her go through that sheer amount of agony again. He could only hope that his girlfriend would be smart enough to avoid the hybrid pair whilst he was away.

"Good. Leave me." Pia did not look back as she left the slightly shaken hybrid; it was about time that people knew who Niko belonged to… even Klaus appeared to need a reminder. The Original Hybrid emerged from the trees and caught Tyler’s eyes. Tyler silently asked him to leave Caroline alone as his maker walked past him with a blank expression. Only time would tell how the man would react to his twin’s words. Tyler could only hope that he would take them as seriously as he had done… for Caroline’s sake.

Pia felt at ease as she silently glided down the corridor to stop at her sister’s door. She peaked inside to see her younger sibling curled beneath her sheets. She carefully shut the door and placed her shoes on the floor. Rebekah remained with her eyes shut as Pia climbed onto her bed as she used to do many moons ago. She wrapped her sibling up in her arms and relished in the peace. A sharp twinge through her abdomen made her pause and wince a little. What was that? She shook her head as Rebekah stirred beside her; it wasn’t agonising, just annoying. Whatever it was could wait. She huffed as the sudden pain faded away again and pressed a small kiss upon the blonde’s brow, determined to not let the odd sensation ruin this moment.

“Pea?” Rebekah quietly called out into the darkness as her sister was the only person to do this in the past.

“Sssh. Stay in your slumber, Bekah.” Rebekah turned over and gave her a sleepy smile before resting her head upon Pia’s shoulder using it as a pillow. Pia calmly stroked a hand through her sister’s blonde locks and shut her eyes.

A smile remained on her face even as she woke to start a new day.

Things certainly seemed to be looking up for her.

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Two days later.

“What has Nik been plotting, Elijah?” Pia asked for what seem to be the hundredth time as her eldest brother helped to tie the laces that ran up the back of the dress. The top part of the dress mimicked that of a corset before fanning out into layers of white fabric that stopped just above her knee.  Elijah had walked into her room whilst she and Kol were lazing around and had handed her a package; Niklaus had ordered that she wear this apparently. The parcel was wrapped in red tissue paper with a black bow around it; her name was written in ink on a small tag that was stuck to the bow. She had fought the urge to gasp as she ran her fingers over the soft lace material of the bodice. It was beautiful, but that did not blind her to the motives behind the gift. Pia had looked at him suspiciously before moving behind her antique dressing screen so that she could change and question her siblings at the same time.

She knew that they knew… and they knew that she knew that they knew. Something was afoot.

It would appear that they could not say anything on pain of death though, because Pia had definitely threatened the pair of them with a pout on her face multiple times and they still remained silent.

“He is not plotting anything.”

“Then why are you here doing his bidding?” Elijah let out a sigh as he tied a small bow to finish the lacing before sitting beside a smirking Kol, who was currently stretched out upon her silk sheets.

“Dear Pea, it sounds like you do not trust our brother! What has he done to deserve that?” Kol’s sarcastic tone made her roll her eyes and stamp her foot in exasperation.

“Elijah, please tell me.” Pia was never one to enjoy surprises and so the questioning that Elijah was enduring was not a shock at all. Her gaze pinned him in place as she slipped her feet into the white pumps that Rebekah had oddly given her a few hours before. They were all in on it; the annoyed look in Kol’s eye told her as much. Whatever was happening was not pleasing him. Not at all. She clenched the half-moon pendant that hung from her neck and let out a huff of frustration. She did not need this right now; that annoying ache in her belly had begun again and now she was nervous as to whatever her mate had planned. All in all, she was a little bit stressed. This better be good. Pia unconsciously swayed from side to side and gazed down at her feet.

Kol remained lying on the bed and let out a deep sigh as he noticed her immediately grab her necklace when her anxiety began to spike. Even after all that had happened, she had still kept that bit of moulded metal. It had been Niklaus’ first gift to her and through thick and thin Pia had never been able to part with it. Just as Elijah was once again about to protest his innocence a knock at the door broke the atmosphere. Pia sent her siblings another look of suspicion before answering. Klaus stood on the other side, dressed in one of his finest suits, with a smile on his face. “Are you ready, darling?”

“You know that I despise surprises.”

“I promise that you will not despise this one.” He held out his hand for her to take. “Come with me.”

“What is this about?” Pia still did not move from the boundary of her bedroom. Klaus had to hide the small amount of hurt that pained him as she remained firmly where she was. Despite her hating surprises she would usually follow him to find out what the secrecy was for, but now she showed no signs of being swayed or bending to her own curiosity. Had he truly broken their relationship this much?

“You said that you could not trust me anymore. I want to start making amends. Please, my darling, take my hand and let me start to soothe your worries.”

“Pia…” She turned her head to look back at Elijah. Kol had gotten up from her bed and was looking out of her window; his back was to them and his hand clenched the frame, she noticed. “…you will love it, I promise.” Her eyes flitted back to her twin and she searched his expression. Adoration and longing reflected back at her.

“No more lies?”

“No more lies.” He affirmed before wiggling his fingers causing her to smile a little and bite her bottom lip. She gently took his hand and squeezed back when he tightened his grip for a few seconds. They had made it to the backdoors when Klaus suddenly stopped and turned to her. “I am afraid that I cannot let you ruin the surprise.”

“What do yo-” He quickly moved behind her, pressed his chest against her back and carefully covered her eyes with his palms.

“Let me guide you.” A shiver ran down her spine as his breath hit her ear. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck before nudging her forward. “Trust me.” Her steps were shaky as she let him move her forward. What on earth was going on?

Klaus kept his hands over Pia’s eyes, casually guiding her to the gazebo in the garden with a smile on his face. Rebekah lit the last of the candles and gave a quick glance at the décor as the couple came closer. She gave a satisfied nod and vamped away back inside.

“You can look now, Pia.” She blinked slowly at the sight in front of her. The reasoning behind her ban from the east side of the gardens was now clear.

A beautiful gazebo had been erected for her. A small trail of stepping stones created a path; candles flickered on either side of each stone to light the way. She smiled as she saw the final stone bore hers and Niko’s handprints; they had created it as a plaque in the early 1400s as a sign of their union. She hadn’t even realised that he had kept it. The floor was made of stone that shone due to the multiple circular fairy lights that dangled from the roofing. The roof was held up using four pillars that looked to mimic the old roman style; white climbing roses wrapped around the columns with more small lights peeking through the flowers as further decoration.

In the centre of the stone floor was a red blanket that looked plush and inviting; a cream coloured love seat was to the side with red petals sprinkled on it. A vase with a single white rose, two champagne flutes and an ice bucket with a bottle cooling in it was set in the middle of the throw. Small candles were scattered everywhere to finish off the romantic atmosphere.

“Do you like it?” Klaus whispered into her ear, smiling as she nodded but couldn’t find it in her to speak. “Rebekah has been slaving away all day to help me finish this. I’m sure you’ve seen the inane grin that has graced her face for the last seven hours.” The pair of them sat down on the red blanket and Pia smoothed out her white dress as Klaus filled the flutes with bubbling champagne. She hid her uncomfortable expression at the feeling of tightness in her stomach and focused upon her twin. Perhaps it was just the nerves causing this uncomfortable sensation.

“Indeed, I have. I was struggling to figure out as to why she seemed so pleased and giggly this morning. I did wonder if she was going to meet that Matt creature she has been telling me about.”

“Elijah helped me have the gazebo brought here yesterday when Kol kept you occupied playing Twister… that was an interesting game to observe, by the way.” Pia accepted her flute and narrowed her eyes at her brother’s teasing smile.

“I would have won but he tickled me on the back of my knee when he was able to reach. He played unfairly. I did not wish to cheat like him. He had no chance of winning had he actually played by the rules.” She said with an emotionless tone; the unimpressed look on her face told Klaus just how disgruntled she was at the loss.

“Are you a sore loser, Pia?”

“Kol is a cheat. End of discussion.” Klaus hid his laugh at the look on Pia’s face. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed a dimple beginning to appear. “Are you taking in pleasure in this?”

“No- no, of course not…” He cleared his throat and shook his head innocently as she rather violently took a gulp of champagne. Sometimes he wondered whether she truly was his age. Her competitive streak did sometimes cause her to act like a child… or like Kol, funnily enough. “I am sure you would have won if Kol had not cheated.”

“Yes, I would have.” She said sternly and gave no room for arguments.

“How about we change the subject on to more important matters? The reason why I have asked you here is to try and show you how much you mean to me. You are mine and I am yours, Pia.”

“It did not seem that way when I woke up to see that pretty blonde girl looking at me like I was a dirty little secret.”

“I- I will admit that I did not tell Caroline anything about you.”

“You did not tell anybody about me!”

“Yes, I know… I would like to say it was to protect you but it was also purely selfish on my part. I have created many enemies in my need to break the curse, and so if nobody knew of your existence or our connection, then they could not try and find you.”

“You could have woken me up. You only needed to remove the blade, Niko.”

“I know that as well. I cannot apologise enough for what I did, but even if I told you how sorry I was a million times it would still make no difference. You would still have lost centuries because of me. I daggered all of you to keep you safe. The enemies here pale in comparison to what would have happened had Mikael found us.” A stubborn tear dripped down his cheek as he imagined what Mikael would do should he find Pia now. Their father would make her torture painful and long just to spite him.

“Oh, Niko…” Pia placed her flute beside her and crawled into her brother’s lap; she nestled her face into his neck for a few moments before looking up at his sad expression. “I know that you thought you were doing what was best, even if none of us agree with your methods. You are right. No amount of apologies will bring us back the time that we missed so we will talk of this subject no longer.”

“But, Pia-”

“You said it yourself. What has been done cannot be undone. We need to live in the now. We have been apart for so long and yet all we seem to be doing is rehashing the past. From now on we shall work towards making our future brighter.”

“Do you mean it?”

“I said you needed to rebuild our trust… and this is a start. I cannot promise that things will change immediately…” Her nimble fingers traced around his jawline and up the right side of his face. Her action was sudden as she quickly wrapped her digits in his curls and pulled his head back. She knelt up in his lap and stared down at him. “This is a start. Do you understand?” She did not wish for him to think that this little gift, no matter how stunning it was, would make everything alright again.

“I understand, my love.”

“Good…” She whispered before lowering her lips to his. He remained frozen for a moment until she nipped at his bottom lip and released her grip on his hair. His hands quickly cupped the sides of her face and he tilted her head a little so that their mouths could move in perfect unison. Oh, she had forgotten how soft and plush his lips were. A small growl echoed out of her chest as his tongue gently prodded at hers. Deciding that enough was enough, Pia gripped onto his shoulders and pulled back with a smile upon her face.

“I have another gift for you.” He kept his face close to hers so that his lips brushed against hers whenever he spoke.

“You have already done so much, Niko.”

“Just one more thing, I promise.” Pia sat back on his lap and watched as Klaus carefully removed a small velvet pouch from his pocket. Some of the edges had frayed due to its age but it was mostly intact. Pia’s breath hitched as she recognised the familiar red fabric.

[desiresiwant]

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T H E O R I G I N A L S

↳ Warm-Blooded (oc-centric series <4 books>, klaus mikaelson & blackbiracial!oc | father & daughter duo pov)

H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N

↳ A Dragon’s Touch (oc-centric longfic, au, medium-burn, targaryen/dornish mixed!bastard X oc!targaryen prince)

T W I L I G H T

↳ Something About You (oc-centric longfic, college-setting, slight au, slow-burn for now, seth clearwater X black!oc <aged-up ofc> )

T H E V A M P I R E D A I R I E S

↳ Your First And Last

(enemies to lovers slow burn, college-setting, season 3 rewrite, klaus mikaelson X bonnie bennett <COMING SOON> can read more about it here and enjoy the cover here)

T H E F A L C O N A N D T H E W H I T E S O L D I E R

↳ Black Hearts

( oc-centric possible short fic, post show, slight au, bucky barnes X blacksuperhuman!oc <COMING SOON> enjoy some edits here)

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slow updates. laptop broken AGAIN. trying my best to do what I can with what I have

dividers credited to @anitalenia

[characters-react-to-you]

you can make (romantic) dating headcanons with klaus mikaelson x fem reader please.

Thank you for the ask! And yes I can!

Yandere klaus mikaelson headcannons (dating )

Pairing: klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, cussing, death, evil klaus.

Klaus mikaelson would want you to be his from the second he saw you.

He would try to get you to like him the normal way but if you rejected him he would definitely kidnap you.

Let's assume you didn't reject him and he didn't have to kidnap you

He'd try to convince you to move in, fast.

He would manipulate you but not in a harsh way. He'd say " darling I just want you to be safe plus this will make it easier to get to know each other. I just don't anybody to cause you harm." He'd say sweetly.

You'd belive him or atleast act like you did

He'd try to be as close as possible.

He'd love physical affection.

Always touching you

He'd have a hand on your back, arm, or shoulder if standing but as soon as you where sitting he'd either A. Have you in his lap or B. Have his hand on your thigh.

He'd want to cuddle you Every single night! You Had to be in his arms and he would definitely nuzzle his head into your neck

He's be very possessive.

If a guy, girl, or anybody even looked at you he'd Tear out there jugular.

He's just not going to have his darling be looked at or treated romantically unless it's from him

OH and if somebody is mean to you?!? THEY.ARE.FUCKING .DEAD. in five years mainly because he'd be torturing them for those 5 years..

He lowkey crazy.

But he'd never harm a hair on his darlings head.

He'd definitely call you " my beautiful girl," or " my gorgeous darling "

He'd love to be called " my prince" and he'd melt if you called him " pretty boy" like oml he'd be putty in your hands

Oh! And he'd love when you play with his hair. Just don't mess up his curls

He'd be a Huge fan of pda ( public display of affection) he'd have to show you off weather it was to his siblings, friends, enemy's, strangers. Anyone they NEED to know your his.

If somebody were to hit on you. FUUUUU-

They'd meet God in a second

HE.DOESNT.PLAY.WHEN.IT.COMES.TO.YOU

He'd definitely choose you over his family. I mean he'd obsessed with you he's yandere for you. He'd help and protect his family ofc but if came down to it he'd choose you.

He wouldn't have a choice. He'd Automatically choose you with out a single thought running through his brain he's the " I fell first and the hardest" type.

He'd basically NEED you with in 3 months of the relationship.

If you didn't get along with his siblings he's dagger them... again....

But if you did get along with them... he'd be extra showy with you. He'd make out with you moaning onto your mouth around them.

Having both hands on you when your near them

If your talking to them he's holding your hips and kissing your neck.

He'd lash out so easily and you'd be the only one to calm him down.

He'd carry you around if you got sick or felt tired

Only if you where comfortable with it would he drink from you.

He'd probably drink from your thigh them leave hickey on it

On the topic of hickeys there isn't one time where you don't/didn't have atleast 7 hickeys on your body.

After about a year he'd find a way to make you live forever weather thar be vampirism or a spell or something else.

But he'd make you live forever. No debate about it and he'd love you for eternity.

Thank you for reading! And thank you for the ask! Please tell me if you want me to add anything or if you want to see something else as well don't be shy to ask. Have a great day!

[selmasemlan]

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna Salvatore (Platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna Salvatore (Platonic)

Author note: I love the troublesome trio

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1084

Series Masterlist

Introducing the partner to the brothers

The warm breeze gently swept through the outdoor cafe in New Orleans as Luna enveloped Stiles and Isaac in tight hugs, their laughter mingling with the ambient chatter of other patrons. Marcel stood nearby, a soft smile curving his lips as he observed Luna's joyful reunion with her friends. After the initial exchange of introductions, Luna introduced Marcel to Stiles and Isaac, who greeted him with friendly nods and polite smiles.

As Luna excused herself to visit the bathroom, Stiles and Isaac exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions conspiratorial as they turned their attention to Marcel. Leaning forward slightly, Stiles's voice took on a serious yet subtly humorous tone. "So, Marcel," he began, his eyebrows quirking mischievously, "you seem like a decent guy. But just so we're clear, Luna's like family to us. If you ever hurt her," he paused for dramatic effect, lifting an eyebrow, "Isaac here might just decide to hunt you down."

Isaac shot Stiles an incredulous look, muttering under his breath, "Why me?"

Stiles met his gaze firmly. "Because you can heal, Isaac," he replied matter-of-factly.

Isaac sighed, shaking his head hesitantly. "Yeah, but the dude is a few hundred years old vampire," his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not fighting him," he retorted, crossing his arms with a casual air. "I'm just a human."

Isaac nodded in agreement. "I'm not fighting him either," he added quietly.

Their banter continued, filled with friendly jabs and humorous exchanges, drawing occasional amused glances from nearby cafe patrons who couldn't help but overhear the lively conversation. Marcel, amused by their attempt at intimidation, leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to Stiles and Isaac banter.

Just as Stiles was about to deliver another quip, Luna's cheerful voice interrupted them. "I'm back," she declared, returning to the table with a bright smile.

Marcel turned to her, his smile widening warmly. "Welcome back," he greeted her, his eyes glowing with affection and admiration.

Stiles and Isaac quickly straightened up, exchanging a swift glance between them before plastering on innocent smiles, as if they hadn't just been playfully threatening and arguing in front of Luna's boyfriend. They seamlessly shifted into light-hearted conversation, effortlessly joining Luna and Marcel as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, their camaraderie and protective instincts shining through.

Luna, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled softly. "What did I miss?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the trio.

Marcel chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Stiles and Isaac. "Oh, just a friendly discussion about the proper way to treat your," he teased, earning playful swats from both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles grinned mischievously. "Just making sure you're up to the task, Marcel," he quipped, his tone light and teasing.

Isaac nodded in agreement, though his expression softened with genuine warmth. "Yeah, we've got to look out for our Luna," he added with a fond smile.

Marcel's smile softened, touched by their protective gestures. "I appreciate that," he replied sincerely, his gaze flickering between Luna and her friends. "It means a lot to know she has people looking out for her."

Luna beamed at Stiles and Isaac, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "They're like my brothers," she explained with a fond smile, her gaze lingering on each of them in turn. "Always ready to defend my honor, even when it's not necessary."

Stiles chuckled, nudging Isaac playfully. "Hey, we can't help it if we're just naturally protective," he joked, earning a mock glare from Luna.

Isaac nodded solemnly. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he added with a wink.

The group dissolved into laughter, the warm atmosphere of camaraderie and friendship filling the air around them. Marcel watched them with a sense of gratitude, feeling more deeply connected to Luna and her world with each passing moment.

Later that evening, as Luna and Marcel relaxed at Marcel's loft, the warm glow of the city lights cast a soft, golden hue around them. Nestled together on the couch, Luna couldn't resist asking, "So, what happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Marcel chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Your friends tried to intimidate me," he confessed, recounting Stiles and Isaac's playful threats with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Luna burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I can only imagine," she managed to say between giggles. "They mean well, really. They're just protective."

Marcel smiled warmly, pulling Luna closer to him. "I can see that," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate it. It's comforting to know you have such loyal friends."

Luna grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "They're like family," she admitted softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Just like you."

Marcel's heart swelled with warmth at her words. He tilted her chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'm glad," he replied sincerely, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth. "I like knowing you have people who care about you. It makes me worry less."

Luna's smile widened as she nestled deeper into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. "I feel so lucky," she murmured, her fingers entwining with his. "To have them, and to have you."

Marcel kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "You deserve all the love and protection in the world, Luna," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here to make sure you get it."

They shared a series of gentle kisses, each one deepening their bond. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing she was cherished and safe in Marcel's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the soft hum of New Orleans as their backdrop.

In that quiet evening, amidst the gentle glow of city lights and the comforting sounds of the city, Luna and Marcel found solace in each other's presence. They reveled in the warmth and security of their growing relationship, knowing they were supported by a circle of love and friendship that extended beyond themselves.

As the night grew deeper, they continued to hold each other close, exchanging whispered words of affection and promises of a future filled with love and happiness. In each other's arms, they felt an unbreakable bond, a love that was as enduring as the city they called home.

[wbellab]

I posted a new fanfic on wattpad !

It’s damon x oc and klaus x oc (nothing weird oc has lots of love interests).

It is called Salvatore and it’s based off of Lana del rey song. Go check it.

wattpad: wbell4btch

"Valeria. She could make you forget your own name, your own desires, and replace them with hers."

700 years ago Valeria’s tragic love affair with the Original vampire set off a chain of supernatural events that shaped the fate of Mystic Falls.

When Elena stumbles upon a magical diary that reveals the story of Valeria Bellini, she realizes that Valeria’s curse and her own life are intertwined in ways she never imagined.

Valeria wanted only one thing. Revenge. And she would do anything to get what she wants.

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 48

Damon Salvatore x ofc

Lucy’s eyes darted around the dark when she emerged from the bar. Stefan came to a stop in front of her, his brow furrowed. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just need some time to myself,” she assured him without fully meeting his gaze.

“Okay,” he agreed after a moment. “Be careful.”

“Of course,” she said. He moved past her into the bar and her gaze found Damon. He was looking at her over the top of a car down the street. She watched him lean inside to talk to someone else before he headed in her direction. She met him halfway.

“You okay?” he asked, looking her over.

She shrugged one shoulder. “It will take more than a temperamental hybrid to hurt me, Damon.”

“Yeah,” he said. His voice was low and heavy with sorrow.

Lucy reached out and took his hand in hers. “Are you okay?”

His eyes searched hers and he swallowed. “I miss you, Lucy.”

“I miss you, too.” The words came without thought. Almost as a reflex. She realized instantly that she meant them, however.

“Come home with me,” he begged.

Lucy took a step back and pulled her hand from his. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He dropped his head forward and took a deep breath. “Okay, Luce. It’s fine. I-I need to go. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

She gave a little nod. “Sure, Damon.”

He kept looking over his shoulder as he made his way back to the car, giving her one last wave before he slid inside. Lucy frowned. Why did it hurt so much to watch him drive away? What was she missing?

***

Lucy didn’t return to the others that night. Instead, she kept her distance and watched from afar as Klaus raved at Stefan for letting her leave. She watched as they reunited with the Mikaelson sister. She wasn’t sure what to make of the woman. The next day she trailed them as they went shopping and watched from across the street. Before long, Stefan headed for the door, undoubtedly needing a break. His eyes met Lucy’s through the glass and she gave him a little wave. She stepped out of sight and waited for him to join her.

“Where have you been? Are you all right?” he asked as he found her.

“I’m fine, Stefan. I just…” She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “I’m unsettled. Something’s wrong with me.”

He hummed in understanding and pulled out an envelope before handing it to her. She grabbed at it, but he kept hold of the other end. “You can’t tell Klaus I gave this to you or he’ll kill Damon.”

She felt slightly nauseous at his words. “I won’t I swear.”

“And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe text Klaus and let him know you’re all right. He’s freaking out.”

Lucy nodded and pulled out her phone. When she turned it on, she ignored her notifications.

Stefan pressed a soft kiss to her head. “I should go. I’ll see you later.”

I’m fine. I’ll find you later, she texted before immediately turning the phone back off. She didn’t want to deal with Klaus right now. The truth was, she’d already forgiven him for the night before. It hadn’t really hurt her when he pushed her aside, but it had shocked her. Her issue now was this unsettled feeling that still filled her. The idea that she was missing something from her life.

Recalling a coffee shop she passed down the street, Lucy made her way to it. After getting herself a large mocha, she settled at a table in the back and opened the letter. She smiled when she saw Damon’s familiar handwriting.

Lucy,

I’m dying and I don’t know where you are. Okay, that’s a little dramatic. Lockwood bit me. All I need is a little blood from our resident hybrid and all will be fine. But Elijah ran off and took both of you with him. It’s killing me that I can’t find you, baby girl. And in case I don’t find you before my time is up, I need to tell you some things.

The moment I first saw you, you took my breath away. Not just your looks. Don’t get me wrong, you were are stunning, but it was your sassy attitude that sucked me in. I knew that I was in for a hell of a ride with you and I wasn’t wrong. And I wouldn’t trade a minute of it for anything.

I love you, Lucy, with every part of my being. I don’t deserve you, I never have and I never will, but I’m keeping you just the same. If this is it for me, baby, just know that you were everything I always wanted. Every miserable moment of my existence was worth it because it brought me to you.

I will love you for all of my life and beyond.

Damon

Lucy read through the letter twice and was reading it for a third time when a voice interrupted. “Are you all right?”

Lucy jerked her gaze up to find an old man with a concerned frown on his face. “I’m sorry?” she asked.

“I asked if you were okay. You’re crying.”

Lucy hadn’t noticed until the stranger pointed it out. She hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine. Just some unexpected news.”

She hastily gathered her things and left before any more questions could be asked. She wasn’t sure where she was heading, letting her feet take her where they would while her mind was still on the letter that was now folded and in her pocket. Why would Damon write something like that if they were only friends? And why did she remember so much of their past and so little of her time with Klaus? When she found herself in front of Gloria’s, she wasn’t entirely surprised. After glancing at her reflection in the window to make certain there was no further sign of tears, she opened the door and stepped inside.

“We’re closed,” Klaus’s sister said as Lucy stepped into view.

Klaus glanced up from his drink and his eyes widened. In a flash, he was standing in front of her. His hand cradled the side of her face and she resisted the urge to move away from his touch. His eyes ran over her and a sheen came to them as if he were trying not to cry. “I thought you left me.” His voice broke on the last word.

Lucy’s heart ached for this man in front of her. Surely she truly loved him if she couldn’t stand to see him hurt like this. If she couldn’t stand for him to sound so uncertain. “I just needed a bit of a breather, Nik.”

“I am truly sorry for what happened.” His gaze studied hers as if trying to determine if she believed him or not.

She shrugged one shoulder and forced a small smile. “It was an accident. I know you didn’t mean it.”

He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her to hold her there. He pressed kiss after kiss against the top of her head.

“I feel as though I’ve missed something, brother. Are you going to introduce me to your little friend?”

Klaus sighed and pulled back so Lucy could see the woman in question. “Lucy, this is my sister, Rebekah. Rebekah, this is Lucy. Be nice.”

“When am I not nice, Nik?” Rebekah asked as her gaze ran over Lucy.

She could almost hear Klaus’s eyes roll.

“And how long have you known my brother?” the female Original asked.

“Long enough,” he answered for her. “Gloria have you found anything?”

“It’s hard to find something when you don’t have anything to go on,” the witch snapped back.

“So use me.” Rebekah moved toward the other woman, Lucy forgotten. “I only wore it for a thousand years.”

“Now see, this one offers a solution.” Gloria took the vampire’s hand in her own.

“What are they looking for?” Lucy asked Klaus.

“A necklace my darling sister seems to have misplaced.” Irritation hung heavy in his words. But that wasn’t what captured Lucy’s attention. No, that would be the slightly panicked look on Stefan’s face. He tried to mask it, but she knew him too well. Whatever this necklace was for, he certainly didn’t want them to find it.