#kol mikaelson x original character

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Alea Iacta Aest.

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alea iacta aest the die has been cast

Reincarnation was a nice thought. Some believed that based on your actions in your previous life, it would determine the outcome of what you reincarnated as. Whether it was a praying mantis, a whale, or if you were really good, a human. But what happens when your reincarnation is your own hell loop?

The dreams always ended the same, being killed by the blue-eyed man. Bright blue eyes being the final thing he saw as his lovers would scream and beg the unknown assailant to stop. Mateo only ever saw him for five seconds before his eyes were shut, feeling the harsh grip of his own murderer.

Every time Mateo died, he was brought right back to life. And Every, single time, he was killed by that stranger.

The first time was over a thousand years ago, Mateo had gone by the name Orson, and the only reason he even knew of the time period was because of extensive research. Orson was regal, kind, and smiled so often that Mateo questioned why because nothing good came from it. He was just barely treated with human decency, up until he met Finn, son of Mikael. Finn was kind, good, and visited him almost everyday just to talk to him. It was like some sort of tether connected the two, both could see that. Both knew it, and Mateo watched through the eyes of Orson as Orson's village burned to the ground, the horrid people who had used Orson had burned right in front of his eyes.

It was the only time that Orson had smiled at someone's cruel fate.

Finn had found him shortly after, the fire had grazed Orson's arm and leg and was painful but Orson couldn't find himself to care about the pain, he was in the arms of the man he loved. The rags he wore were crisp and burnt, and god he was scared.

Finn would continue to find him beautiful up until his last moments. In the previous hour, Finn had argued with Niklaus about leaving, rumors about Mikael catching up. Finn couldn't find himself to leave Orson though, not alone, and certainly not when he could be in danger. He had abandoned his siblings once he smelt the fires, and was glad he did so.

Finn gripped Orson tight as the two walked away from the house, he could hear Mikael's calls for Niklaus, but he couldn't find himself to care about it. Finn was always a black sheep, at least Kol had his magic and could bond with their mother, Niklaus, Elijah, and Rebekah were close together, and seemed to have their own club that the other two brothers weren't invited to. In their lonesome, Kol seemed to soak in the bloodlust and Finn seemed to do the opposite, wallowing in his own self hatred. Until Orson came and offered a new perspective on life.

"My light, My love." Orson would put his hand on his check, looking into his eyes. "What's going on? What is happening?"

"My father, he is here. We have to go."

"Anywhere?"

"Everywhere." Finn would rush from the Village, his arms wrapped around Orson. Orson had known of him being a vampire since the moment they met, and Finn would always cherish that.

"Everywhere brother?" The voice interrupted the two lovers, and Finn had quickly blocked Orson's view of the strangers. His siblings, anger on their faces as they glared at him. "You know I just had these made, disappointing to know I'll be using them today." The voice called out, and Orson was grabbed from behind. He saw flicks of long blonde hair from the person behind him, but he never looked at the assailants, just his lover.

"No, I beg you!" Orson cries out for the love of his life as Finn's own siblings grab him, forcing him to the ground. Fire and ash surrounded the group, chaos and bloodshed. "Finn!" Orson calls for his lover, and Finn and him lock eyes, as a dagger is placed into his heart, his skin graying and veins appearing. Orson lets out a cry of the original's name, and the blonde who held him let go, and Orson ran to the light of his life, pushing past the two siblings that held him and coddling Finn's unmoving body, yanking the dagger out and crying.

"We can't leave a survivor now can we?" Orson was grabbed from behind, and forced to look at his murderer. The blue-eyed killer showed his fangs and sunk his teeth into Orson's neck, draining him of his blood, right as Finn came back from the darkness.

Orson never got to travel anywhere, but the next life (which was born the minute he died), did. Daemon traveled in his father's boat to everywhere he could go, and received strange looks but he didn't care, as he was happy just exploring what the world could offer, he wanted to go to the ends of the earth. Yet at the age of 22, was compelled and fed on at a party by the same stranger.

His next lives always continued, and he always had the same face, and the same death. Different families and jobs, they came and went. But every time he died, he came back just a little bit different.

A little bit colder, rough, less and less empathy and just a little bit more magic in him. The witches kept bringing him back, he'd have just a glimpse of the other side, a glimpse of pain and torture before forgetting everything and being a baby again.

In this life, Mateo was born with an alcoholic for a dad, a secret one who donned the cloths of a priest. The man kept his family quiet, making the town of Mystic Falls convinced that Mateo was adopted. Though the truth was Mateo was the son of a hooker that Gabriel had paid, and to not get caught had married her after he found out she was pregnant, but it didn't stop Gabriel from making comments that Mateo couldn't be his. Gabriel remarried after she went to jail and Mateo grew far too quickly, and even quicker when more kids joined the Wilson family. With constant flash backs to his past reincarnations, the boy was forced to realize that he was different. None of his past lives remembered each other, none of his past lives could do things without uttering a world, and none of his past lives could see through the veil as well as he could.

That's correct, ghosts. The dead that still walked through the in-between, those that haven't moved on, simply trapped and forced to watch their loved ones. Most would think it would be traumatizing, a 7 year old seeing the dead walk around, never able to talk, but Mateo didn't see it that way. His past lives had basically prepared him for his life in the 20th century. The vampires, werewolves, doppelgangers, witches, and now ghosts.

Mateo Wilson, 23-years-olds, was always being reincarnated for some odd reason. And now while living in Mystic Falls, Mateo is surrounded by the supernatural, and he is determined to live a full life this time. Even if he has to kill the same hybrid that's been haunting him for years.

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The Wilsons

Mateo Wilson - Bob Morley

Jennifer Wilson - Emmy Rossum

Nicholas Wilson - Jeremy Allen White

Derek Wilson - Evan Peters

Alison Wilson - Sophia Lillis

Ava Wilson - Mckenna grace

Carl Wilson - Freddie Highmore

The Mikaelsons

Finn Mikaelson - Caspar Zafer

Elijah Mikaelson - Daniel Gillies

Niklaus Mikaelson - Joseph Morgan

Kol Mikaelson - Nathaniel Buzolic

Claire Holt - Rebekah Mikaelson

Also featuring

Jordan Bailey - Bailey Bass Jane Doe - Anya Taylor joy Jerimiah Peterson - Ewan Mitchell Seven - Aldis Hodge Imma Reyes - Siena Agudong Esmeralda Reyes - Jenna Ortega John Doe - Elle Fanning Subject Doe - Mia Wasikowska Marcus Reyes - Zac Oyama Quinn Rommel - Nikki Roumel Veronica Rommel - Beth Riesgraf

...and the original Vampire Diaries cast

Notes

Soulmate AU that is Polygamy, meaning NO INCEST. That's gross, there's a playlist for this fanfic and I make edits on tiktok under the name n30n._.3d1ts. There will probably be spoilers there from the edits.

Warnings

this story features heavy themes of child abuse (physical, sexual, and verbal), suicide (thoughts, actions, and unhealthy coping mechanisms), rape, Sex & nudity, Violence & gore, Profanity, Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking (all featuring underage usage), manipulating and cheating, homophobia, transphobia, typical things in the Vampire Diaries. Chapters will have warnings when they are featured, and in detail ones will have warnings when it comes in that chapter. at the end of the chapter there will be a synopsis that you can read if the chapter needs to be skipped.

Official Romances: Mateo x Finn  Mateo x Elijah Mateo x Niklaus Mateo x Kol Mateo x Rebekah

[thegirlwholovesficcharacters]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄 The originals x Org fem teen reader

Chap 1: ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

Summary: For as long as she could remember, fourteen-year-old maisie buckley used to have strange dreams, about people she had never met and scenarios that only she could believe would happen in movies or fantasy series, dreams that had faded with the passage of time. However, after suffering an accident, those dreams reappeared, leaving her to believe that they were a figment of her imagination due to post-traumatic stress disorder. But as time went by, Maisie began to realize that most of her “dreams” seemed to want to leave her a message or give her a sign about something, and although that seemed to be all, her situation seemed to get worse when she accidentally touched her classmate's hands, causing her to go into a trance and see blurry images. Confused and frightened by those recurring “dreams”, maisie finds herself trying to find answers about her strange dreams, until she arrives at the store of a voodoo witch, who seeing her desperation helps her search for some answer to her condition, her search resulted in a small town, New orleans. Without hesitation, maisie buckley leaves her life in boston behind, and upon arriving in new orleans finds more questions than answers to answer her questions, being rescued from a coven of witches along with a woman and becoming involved in a strange connection with those who claimed to be the originals, the first vampires created on earth. The mikaelson brothers.

Words: 2774 Warnings: Mention of blood, hand cuts, spells, mention of abandonment and an adoption (nothing dark or dangerous at the moment).

Autor's note: Hello, I'm back after a long time and with a new story. I recently rewatched one of my favorite series, The originals and with the passing of the chapters, I remembered that I had a fanfic about this series saved in one of my drafts on wattpad. I read it, rewrote it and thought, why not share it on tumblr?, and well, here I am with the first chapter of this series about the strange connection of a teenager of almost fifteen years old with my favorite family and the loves of my life, yes yes, I'm talking about Niklaus and elijah. Anyway, I'm going to base it from the first chapter of the first season of The originals. Although this chapter focuses a little more before the arrival of maisie to new orleans and what led her to go there.I apologize in advance with the spelling and grammatical errors that you will find during the reading, I usually use google translator to write in English, because well, my English is not so good, but hey, I'm still learning. Without further ado.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

PD: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

There were many things that Maisie did not like in her short life. She did not like small spaces, heights, or strange, disturbing, or uncomfortable situations. Although she wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable since she had gone to that strange store on her own.

It was not normal to her to see stuffed animals on show. But it was even more disturbing to her that they seemed to be looking at her whole soul. "This is very uncomfortable", she thought. She had read and seen TV programmes about people using taxidermy to preserve an animal's body for scientific study, or people doing this with their own pets to feel they were still with them.

━━━Terrible━━━ she muttered. The child ignored the animals and continued to explore the shop. Until she came to a shelf full of crystal balls. A little curious, she carefully picked up one of the spheres. Fascinated, she watched the small flashes of light contrasting with the shop light on the crystal ball.

━━━Careful with that Crystal ball kid, it's very expensive━━━━━The young girl jumped, surprised and frightened when she heard the woman's resulting voice.

Feeling the loud pounding of her heart, Maisie turned her head to find a woman with dark skin, her hair covered in a silk fabric, and an outfit that reminded her of Marie Laveau from her favorite show, played by Angela Basset.

Taking a deep breath, she leaves the crystal ball on the shelf and speaks with a slight stutter.

━━━━I'm sorry, ma'am.━━━━She excused herself quietly as she watched the woman cautiously approach her.

━━━What is it that brings a little thing like you to such a strange place?. You seem very young to be here, my dear ━━she questioned with a lifted eyebrow, looking at her as if she wanted to analyze her.

When she saw his questioning look, Maisie gripped the string of her backpack nervously, trying to formulate the right words to say to her.

━━━I…emm. I read on your website that you are one of the best 'Tarot Readers' in the city, Miss. Aisha Boudreaux━━━━ The woman looked at her again as she heard her call her a 'Tarot Reader'.

She said to herself, "So she already knows"

━━━And-and I came to your shop because I need your help. Please. ━━━she replied shyly..

The woman named aisha looked at her for a few seconds. She watched as she nervously held the strap of her purse and stuttered as she spoke. Then she cautiously lifted her hand and lifted the young girl faces. Her eyes showed curiosity as she looked at the girl's face.

"Her aura, it's… strange. I've never seen this kind of aura on anyone other than… no, it can't be" thought the woman, feeling exalted for a moment "is it her…? No, it can't be, she's too…young" Trying to ignore her thoughts, Aisha spoke.

━━━I can see in your eyes that something is troubling you, little one. I can't tell you what it is, but I know for sure that you've come to the right place….━━━Her gaze softened, noticing the small teenager's frightened eyes, she took a step back and held out her hand━━━Come with me, Maisie Buckley, I know you have many things you want to resolve.━━━Watching the woman's outstretched hand, Maisie stood still for a few seconds, watching her own hands covered in old gloves, then looked back at her.

A million thoughts went through her head, she was unsure if she should trust the woman, but she had gone to her shop for a reason, and that was that she needed answers, one way or the other, and Mrs. Boudreaux seemed to be the right person for the job.

She hadn't been on the road for almost an hour and had searched the Internet to get to her store for nothing, and she desperately needed answers.

She shook her head, swallowed some saliva, and smiled a little as she took the woman's hand.

━━━I trust you…━━━Boudreaux nodded softly as she began to walk away from the lobby. Maisie followed her, hoping that Mrs. Boudreaux might be able to help her.

It was now or never.

It had been about twenty minutes, twenty minutes since Boudreaux had taken her to a secluded room in the shop, where the two of them sat at her tarot table, surrounded by animal and human skulls (Maisie hoped the skulls were completely fake), candles lit in every corner of the room, and a cup of hot tea in her hands, which were almost empty and lukewarm.

Maisie had taken the time to give her a brief explanation of what had happened to her over the past few months. She had also made a brief plea for his help with her situation.

Now, standing in front of the witch, she watched as Boudreaux carefully placed her own mug on the table, her face was neutral, but the young teenager knew deep down she was worried about her situation, deep inside. She couldn't read minds, but when she saw Aisha's restless eyes, Maise could tell that something was going on in her head, and she wanted to ask her what it was, but she didn't want to interrupt her thoughts.

"After years…. But she is too young, what did they want, how did they restore her visions?" With a small sigh, Boudreaux speak.

━━━I've heard several stories about situations like this.━━━━Maisie looked at her intently for a moment. Were there any other people out there with the same problem as she had?━━━Tell me, dear, have you ever heard of clairvoyants?━━━The teenage hesitated to answer.

Even if she could say yes, Maisie was sure she would only named Alice Cullen from Twilight and Ethan Morgan from My Nanny Is a Vampire or some other fictional character she knew with that kind of gift. And since she was sure she would answer that, and since Mrs. Boudreaux would reproach her, she decided to answer.

━━━Only in fictional series or movies━━━━━She replied quickly, smiling innocently, the woman rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.

━━━Well, I'll stick with you having an idea of what they are….━━━Maisie nodded, not wanting to interrupt her━━━….You have a gift, child. You are a kind of seer who can only see visions through touch, be they future or past━━━When she saw Maisie open her mouth, the woman raised her hand and silenced her immediately━━━ and before you speak, yes, I know about that show about a vampire nanny, which I find absurd but entertaining━━━he teenager smiled and nodded.

Al verla entender, la bruja asintió para si misma.

━━━Good. Before we continue━━━She moved her empty cup away from the centre of the table━━━I have to ask you, do you have any relatives who have been in this situation in the past? Or anything like that?━━━Maisie quickly denied with a small grimace.

Maisie knew she was adopted. Her parents always told the truth about how she came to be with them. They were worried that something would change in their family after she told them about the day she came to live with them. Maisie was never upset or angry, though. She was grateful and happy that they were her parents, even if they weren't her biological parents. She never talked about it with anyone, except her school friend Amy.

━━━N-no…━━━She cleared her throat a little before continuing.━━━ see, I…I'm adopted. And I doubt that my mother or father came from a line of visionaries and magically passed on that gift to me….She replied shortly, almost in a tone of sarcasm that made her eyes widen, astonished at her own audacity.

Boudreaux smiled, nodding his head in understanding.

━━━It's… understandable━━━she said, ignoring the girl's sarcastic tone━━━so we can assume that it could be from your biological family's side…━━━Masie stood still, feeling a slight discomfort at the mention of her biological family.

Seeing her reaction, the woman raised an eyebrow

━━━You've never tried to look for clues about them, have you?━━━Masie denied, pursing her lips.

━━━No. All I know, and all my parents have told me, is that I was left on their doorstep without a note or a clue.━ She spoke, vaguely remembering the story of how she'd arrived on that rainy spring day fifteen years ago.

Boudreaux nodded as she considered how to help her, not wanting to be too obvious about her situation, she had an idea of what was going on but wasn't sure it would happen. Until an idea flashed through her head, a spell.

━━━Well, since we don't have any names or clues, I guess I'll have to use another method. A tracking spell━ Maisie watched as the woman abruptly rose from her seat. Boudreaux approached a shelf and looked around for what she needed,until their gaze landed on a particular shelf.

━━━Well, I need a map…here it is, a dagger…this one's fine, and a necklace…━━━As she finished searching for her items, the witch approached the table, leaving the things on it and then looked at the girl━━━And I'm also going to need some of your blood, little one.━━━The teenager's eyes widened in surprise.

━━━My--what?'━━━ she asked in disbelief.

━━━Your blood, silly.━━━She said as she arranged her magical items and placed a small dagger in front of her━━━If you want to know the origin of your seer power, you must know how to ask the right people, and when I say the right people, I mean your biological family.

Maisie looked uncertainly at the dagger on the table, then at her own gloved hands, almost petrified and shocked at what she had to do to find the answer to her now Seer's gift.

If she really wanted to know more about the background of her power and put an end to her strange but not so strange dreams, she had to face her biological family, even if she didn't feel ready to.

━━━All right, I'll do it…━━━she agreed firmly. Boudreaux nodded. With shaking hands, Maisie took the small dagger from the table.

━━━You can use either hand. Cut your palm above the map. When I say stop, cover your hand with the gauze━━━She demanded, pointing to the small box of sterile gauze that had been set aside.

As she watched her get things in order, Maisie took off her left glove, left it on the table and waited for Boudreaux to tell her when to cut off the palm of her hand.

The woman looked at her and nodded.

Maisie complied and placed her hand on the map, shuddering at the sting of the dagger blade slicing through her palm as she watched drops of blood fall onto the parchment.

━━━That's enough, sweetheart━━━Listening to her, the girl put the bloody dagger down on the table with a clatter and used her other hand to cover her injured hand with some gauze to stop the bleeding.

It was only a few seconds before she was surprised to hear the witch whispering strange words, 'Must be Latin,' she thought. She watched as Aisha held the necklace in one hand and pointed directly to where the drops of blood were, a small gust of wind came out of nowhere and surprised her as she saw the fire of the burning candles moving restlessly.

But what surprised her most was seeing the drops of blood, her blood, coalesce into a stain, moving from one side to the other of the map.

Her curious green eyes watched the movement with attention and wonder, until the droplets formed a circle around a particular city.

Realising the spell was over, Mrs Boudreaux opened her eyes and looked at the small circle of blood, frowning.

"The images were blurry. They move back and forth. What's going on in New Orleans?" she wondered inwardly. She hadn't managed to see the faces of the girl's biological family, but she did see two of them moving very fast, as if they were looking for something or someone.

Maisie had heard about the city from her parents, who had always told her about their honeymoon in New Orleans and how they had loved touring the city, listening to the jazz music that filled the streets, tasting the delicious food and the stories of the creatures that lurked in the night.

━━━Your birth family, child. Looks like they're in New Orleans, little Buckley━━━she commented, looking away from the map as it met the girl's green eyes━━━You know, if you're thinking of going there, I'm warning you.

Maisie looks at her attentively.

━━━Beware of old witches, they may seem harmless, but believe me, they are the worst━━━Hearing his serious voice and look, Maisie nodded quickly━━━And don't trust Agnes either, she's a harpy and a psychopath.

Curious about the warning to these people, Maisie wanted to ask who they were, but one look from Boudreaux told her everything. They were dangerous.

━━━All right━━━she replied, putting her glove back on. When she was finished, the young girl fumbled in one of her pockets until she pulled out a few notes, raised her head and smiled, holding the money out to the woman.━━━Here, thank you for your help.

Boudreaux quickly rejected the offer and refused to take the money..

━━━Oh, no, darling. No need, I did it as a favour for a friend. Besides, you'll need the money for your trip.━━━ The teenager hesitated, but eventually agreed. Watching her arrange her bag, Boudreaux approached and held out the dagger.━━━And before you go, here. You'll need this. For protection━━━she said. She saw the small dagger, already clean, tucked away in a small leather pouch. Maisie took it carefully and nodded to herself.

━━━Thank you. Aisha━━━she said, and the woman smiled at her.

━━━You're welcome, Maisie. Good luck on your trip, and if you need any help, give me a call. You already have my number in your bag━━━Curious, Maisie reached into her bag and found the little piece of paper with her number on it.

━━━I will.━━━Before opening the door to the shop, the young girl gave the witch a final nod and said goodbye with a small smile.

As the door closed with the sound of the bell, Boudreaux had a sigh of relief.

━━━Diaval!━━━Shout. Suddenly there was a loud whimpering sound and the flapping of a bird as it approached.

Feeling the bird's pointed talons on his right shoulder, Boudreaux turned his head to find the raven's smooth black plumage and head looking straight ahead as it cawed.

Boudreaux walked up to the door and stepped out onto the veranda.

━━━Keep an eye on the girl and look after her if you can. There is something about her that is both attractive and powerful━━━Murmured.

The crow cawed again.

━━━Watch her from a distance and let me know if anything goes wrong. I made a promise to Cass and Evan: she must be safe from whatever comes━━━With a final caw, the raven lifted its wings and flew away from the house, following the young teenager from a distance.

The night after her meeting with Aisha Boudreaux, Maisie started packing: clothes, books, her mobile phone and a burner phone, as well as her savings and allowance from her tutor, her Aunt Callie. The next day, her aunt dropped her off at school and Maisie waited for her car to leave the car park to catch the next bus to the station. But before she left, there was something she had to do.

Standing on the grass with two small bouquets of flowers in her hands, the young woman looked around her. She noticed that trees surrounded her and that there were few people around. She looked down and wistfully read the names on the gravestones.

Beloved friends, children and parents, Cassandra Dianne Buckley and Steven Evans Buckley.

With a small sigh, she bent down and placed the bouquets on each headstone, removing the wilted flowers and leaving the new ones in their place. When she had finished, she straightened up again.

━━━I would have liked you both to come with me on this journey. I know they will be angry, wherever you guys are, and I know it will be a dangerous journey, but…━━━ She sigh, letting out a wry smile━━━I promise I will try to stay out of harm's way. If it doesn't get to me first, Aunt Callie will go mad, but I've left her a letter, as well as Amy. I think they'll both understand why I've decided to leave. I promise it won't be for long, I'll come back and leave them flowers like I do every Friday. I promise…━━━A small silence fell over the place.

With one last look at her parents' gravestones she smiled regretfully.

━━━I love you mom, i love you dad. I miss you both, a lot.━━━With these last words, Maisie walked slowly away from the cemetery.

Saying goodbye to her loved ones was always difficult for Maisie; she had said it before at the funeral, to her aunt and her friend, and again to her parents.

She didn't know how long her little adventure was going to take, but she was hoping to be back home soon.

[alexyskinnerstories]

Bella's Aunt Characters Information pt. 2

- Uncle-in-law Marcel Gerard ( Alive)

- Aunt-in-Law Davina Claire-Mikaelson ( Dead)

- Aunt-in-Law Keelin Neveah Malraux-Mikaelson ( Alive)

- Biological Uncle Henrik Mikaelson ( Dead)

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( A picture will be put here or shown in future chapters when I bring him back to life in the story when I find my face claim for him.)

- Biological Sons Carson and Camron Swan

- Future Aunt-In-Law Hayley Marshall

More info

Sexuality: Lesbian (G!P)

Height Difference

Annabeth- " 6'5"

Esme- "5'6"

Quadbrid

(Upgrade Original Vampire, Werewolf , Witch and Succubus )

- Soulmate: Esme Cullen

- Best Friends : Sue Clearwater, Harry Clearwater, Charlie and Billy Black

[readingisloving]

Ongoing

Suffering from a genetic defect that slowly turned her deaf over the years and reliant on hearing implants, seventeen year old Eleonora Gilbert has been living in her twin sister's shadows all her life, never feeling like she can make anyone proud at all. All of that changes, however, when she gets kidnapped one day and thrown into the path of four men that are ready to lay the world to her feet. Suddenly, Eleonora finds herself getting entangled in a web of love, desire and supernatural secrets that turn her entire world upside down, but on the other hand, might finally give her what she's been longing for all her life.

[andreal831]

Let me get this straight, in TVDU:

We blame amnesic Elijah, who erased his memories seven years before Hayley's death, for Hayley's death when he didn't even know who she was and didn't actually kill her.

But we don't blame Kol for Davina's death when he was the one that actually drained her of blood because the ancestors were controlling him.

And we don't blame Freya for torturing and kidnapping Keelin because she did it for family.

And we don't blame Klaus for nearly killing Caroline twice because it was romantic when he saved her from his own venom.

And we don't blame Klaus for nearly strangling Hayley to death because he was just scared of being a father.

Just wanted to make sure I understood where the fandom stands on this. andrea831 metas

[ex-coolgirl]

Klaus Mikaelson x Cordelia Catapang (OC)

Love reading Klaus fics with oc’s and decided to come up with my own oc, shamelessly having my oc as Filipino as you don’t really see many of those (yet alone an Asian oc 😅) so I thought I try and contribute 🤷‍♀️

Cordelia is a 21 year old werewolf-witch who moves to New Orleans after dropping out of nursing school to see if she can find any information on her werewolf side of the family. Unfortunately for her she gets tangled with the originals, especially the big bad hybrid.

I try to post at least once a week, though work has started to get busy and I’m sick as a dog rn🫠

Currently have prologue + six chapters up which can be read on either wattpad or ao3!

[familiarboat1]

The Originals instead of Klaus' Originals

Novelty -Giving the originals characters a fleshed out arc that isn't purely at the mercy of Klaus.

Character of the day - Mikael

My take on this character would be giving him a father figure role once more. Here's how I would write the Originals. There wasn't anything terribly wrong with Mikael I hated. So this post is pretty short.

Mikael, in particular, gets another chance at parenting with a young man aged 17-22. Let's call him Brett. The two are kind-of forced to work together. Brett is an enigmatic, highly skilled and tactical fighter, adept at offering advice and assistance due to his humane nature. He's perhaps the best hand-to-hand combatant in the TVD universe, often engaging in intense fight scenes, including a memorable showdown where he expertly handles a threat from a werewolf. where he get's threatened by a wolf to biting him (he keeps his wolf side a secret pretty well) and he cuts off the werewolves hands and puts a blade to the werewolves mouth and tells him to try. Pretty Tactical you know. Brett maintains a secret identity as a wolf, keeping his distance from both wolves and other supernatural factions. He has a signature weapon, perhaps a unique dagger or sword, which becomes symbolic of his prowess. In scenes, we witness moments like Brett dulling a blade, prompting Mikael to intervene and scold him. But Brett doesn't back down, asserting that a dulled blade inflicts more pain. And maybe Mikael gives him a scar or something- could've taken his eye out, but didn't, and the ever so perceptive and understanding kid isn't mad at Mikael , but actually sees through Mikael's twisted love or whatever. And we see this by acting and stuff.Their interactions are marked by these subtle exchanges. The relationship between Mikael and Brett evolves into a father-son dynamic, unspoken but deeply felt. This would be the start of where Mikael sees Klaus in him and how the viewers do too, the viewers only find out Brett is a wolf a little before Mikael, where it's pressured and really close.

Now Mikael has his secrets too. Mikael's secret would be his character development. Mikael keeps his desire to kill his son Klaus. What he's basically known for. So, you could see many scenes where he truly tries to hide it, which would be really cool to watch. Seeing Mikael protective and defensive versus his usual offensive.

A secret rooted in Mikael's shame. This shame transforms Mikael's character arc, leading him to prevent Brett from ever thinking he'd actually harm him. Their bond is further tested when their hidden truths are revealed, introducing drama and tension. This time Mikael stays with Brett, even after finding out he's from the same clan as Klaus.

And with Brett, Mikael's secret is only revealed with an encounter with Klaus where Klaus kills Mikael. Brett doesn't intervene due to shock and other complex feelings. Mikael accepts Brett's reaction too, as expected.

Even after Mikael's death, Brett mourns his passing. He grapples with conflicted feelings, attempting to convince himself that he never truly liked Mikael. In a poignant moment, he speaks to Mikael's lifeless body, inadvertently revealing his true emotions. Klaus overhears this conversation, experiencing jealousy but ultimately unable to act on it due to the realization that Brett is fulfilling a role he desired—an emotional outlet. This realization feeds into Klaus' need for the hatred that sustains him.

They could add a ton of their english norse culture into this. I really liked the Davina and Mikael arc if you couldn't tell.

[alyssaswrld999]

Masterlist:

Series:

Why Me? (The Walking Dead) - Daryl Dixon

Being A Henderson is complicated (Stranger Things) - Eddie Munson

The Walking Dead:

Daryl Dixon:

Argument and some makeup treatment

Argument and makeup treatment part 2

What's Got Your Panties In a Twist Sunshine?

Negan:

Meeting the Man

Rick Grimes:

Why Do You Have To Be So Handsome?

Carl Grimes :

(Nothing yet)

Shane Walsh:

(Nothing yet)

Merle Dixon:

Suck it Dixon

Paul "Jesus" Rovia:

(Nothing yet)

Alden:

(Nothing yet)

Horror Characters:

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface):

A Little Disagreement

Jason Voorhees:

(Nothing yet)

Michael Myers:

(Nothing yet)

Freddy Kruger:

(Nothing yet)

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray:

(Nothing yet)

Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface):

(Nothing yet)

Ghostface (Billy & Stu):

(Nothing yet)

Pennywise:

(Nothing yet)

IT Franchise (2017 Film):

Bill Denbrough:

You have a cute face

Ben Hanscom:

(Nothing yet)

Beverly Marsh:

(Nothing yet)

Richie Toizer:

(Nothing yet)

Mike Hanlon:

(Nothing yet)

Eddie Kaspbrak:

(Nothing yet)

Stanley Uris:

(Nothing yet)

Henry Bowers:

(Nothing yet)

Belch Huggins:

(Nothing yet)

Victor Criss:

(Nothing yet)

Patrick Hockstetter:

(Nothing yet)

Riverdale:

Archie Andrews:

(Nothing yet)

Betty Cooper:

(Nothing yet)

Veronica Lodge:

(Nothing yet)

Jughead Jones:

A Long Lost Friend

Cheryl Blossom:

(Nothing yet)

F.P. Jones:

(Nothing yet)

Toni Topaz:

(Nothing yet)

Fangs Fogarty:

(Nothing yet)

Sweetpea:

Secrets Have To Come Out Eventually (requested)

Shameless:

Frank Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Fiona Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Lip Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Debbie Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Ian Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Carl Gallagher:

(Nothing yet)

Mickey Milcovich:

(Nothing yet)

Jimmy/Steve:

(Nothing yet)

The Boondock Saints:

Murphy Macmanus:

(Nothing yet)

Connor Macmanus:

(Nothing yet)

13 Reasons Why:

Clay Jensen

(Nothing yet)

Justin Foley

(Nothing yet)

Zach Dempsey

(Nothing yet)

Tyler Down

(Nothing yet)

Tony Padilla

(Nothing yet)

Bryce Walker

(Nothing yet)

The 100:

Bellamy Blake:

(Nothing yet)

Outerbanks:

John B:

(Nothing yet)

JJ Maybank:

I Love You Dude!

See You Again

Pope:

(Nothing yet)

Rafe Cameron:

(Nothing yet)

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester:

Drunk Love

I'm Broken And I Don't Want To Be Sammy

Dean Winchester:

Why Do You Hate Me So Much?

Why Are You Doing This To Yourself?

Castiel:

The Angel Of My Dreams

Crowley:

I'm Crowley and Your Mine Understand

Gabriel:

(Nothing yet)

Jack:

(Nothing yet)

Lucifer:

(Nothing yet)

Stranger Things:

Joyce Byers:

(Nothing yet)

Jim Hopper:

(Nothing yet)

Mike Wheeler:

(Nothing yet)

Eleven/Jane Hopper:

(Nothing yet)

Dustin Henderson:

I Like Nerds

Is Dustin There? (Requested)

Dude Seriously

Lucas Sinclair:

(Nothing yet)

Nancy Wheeler:

(Nothing yet)

Jonathan Byers:

(Nothing yet)

Will Byers:

(Nothing yet)

Steve Harrington:

(Nothing yet)

Max Mayfield:

(Nothing yet)

Billy Hargrove:

(Nothing yet)

Robin Buckley:

(Nothing yet)

Vecna/Henry/One:

(Nothing yet)

Eddie Munson:

Being A Henderson is complicated

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

Damon Salvatore:

Hello Strangers

Stefan Salvatore:

Hello Strangers

Tyler Lockwood:

(Nothing yet)

Caroline Forbes:

(Nothing yet)

Bonnie Bennett:

(Nothing yet)

Enzo:

(Nothing yet)

Klaus Mikaelson:

(Nothing yet)

Elijah Mikaelson:

(Nothing yet)

Kol Mikaelson:

(Nothing yet)

Hailey:

(Nothing yet)

Elena Gilbert:

(Nothing yet)

Jeremy Gilbert:

(Nothing yet)

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel:

Blitzo:

(Nothing yet)

Stolas:

(Nothing yet)

Striker:

(Nothing yet)

Millie:

(Nothing yet)

Moxxie:

(Nothing yet)

Loona:

(Nothing yet)

Alastor:

(Nothing yet)

Charlie:

(Nothing yet)

Angel Dust:

(Nothing yet)

Lucifer:

(Nothing yet)

Husk:

(Nothing yet)

The Umbrella Academy:

Five Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Klaus Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Diego Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Luther Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Ben Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Allison Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

Vanya/Victor Hargreeves:

(Nothing yet)

[lovelyfreyamikaelson]

Character Moodboards for my fanfic Withered Rose on ao3

[astridgilbertmikaelson]

MASTERLIST

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Komið þið sæl! Or... Hello group pf people! This are some (most) of my links to anything related to my TVD lore!

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A playlist with a carefully curated selection of viking musics for when you are reading those heartwarming (and usually nerve wrecking) fanfictions where Elena goes back in time.

𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 × 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

Okay, okay, but... have you ever seen them together? Have you? 🥵🤧🤠😈

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Master post with all the fanfictions of Elena x any of the Miakelsons I found (be safe, read the warnings even if I try to clarify them in the post).

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[cheshireegray]

Here’s the link for my klaroley story I’m sorry for those who were looking for it. I had done an entire story rewrite and changed the name so that’s why I could t be found. I also deleted it from Ao3.

[n30nwrites]

Summertime's Sadness (Alea Iacta Aest.)

Chapter Warnings: T-slur is used (I am trans, characters using it are not) Slight mention of loss of child due to stabbing, attempted murder

Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

September 13th, 2009

Small towns remembered people. Remembered the worst of their actions and never the good before. The Wilsons were a tight knit family up until Mateo's third birthday, where Imelda, his mother, was dragged off to a psych ward for trying to stab her husband, Gabriel. The case became known throughout Virginia, as the woman had attempted to kill a well known preacher and his son, before eventually stabbing herself in the stomach, killing the 37 week baby and almost herself.

His father had whispered in his ear that the devil got to her, Mateo would've rather believed it was the demons that surrounded her, following her and awaiting for her chaos.

The creatures were shadowy and see through. You could see the outline of teeth and claws, but never truly the demon. Monstrous creatures that he's come to learn over the years. They yearn the smell of death, chasing after it just to get a sniff. They surround people who are about to die, usually just one or two of them. He used to just ignore them, figured they were the imaginary friends everyone talked about, except his were terrifying. But they got worse slowly, craved more chaos and death. His first time he witnessed the truth of how far they could go though, was because he found someone just like him.

"You can see them too?" Mateo and the stranger had only ever had small interactions before. They've run into each other, or their friends were friends with his friends, and they shared a couple of classes together. But they didn't know each other. Both are just bystanders in the other's life. But here they were, two of the same coins. Both reincarnations for some bigger plan.

"They ghosts, they just come out of nowhere, and once they realize I can see them-"

"They never leave, right?" Mateo had cut him off, the two letting out a sort of laugh, finally finding someone that they could relate to. "And the demons, when they just keep surrounding people-"

"Like when they surrounded Mr. Henson, wouldn't leave him alone." Mr. Henson died just last weekend, no one was sure how as the coronary report hadn't been released yet. It wasn't until Mateo saw his ghost did he learn of the cause, Mr. Henson was beaten to death. Bruises were aligned on him, with blood and broken bones. Something that was terrifying to see when your substitute was teaching the class he used too. No more demons were in that class that day. Instead was just a ghost, pining for someone to realize he was there.

"And Mr. Henson, god who would do that?" A lot of people would've. Mr. Henson found out something and had to be silenced.

"Does he not talk to you?"

"Mr. Henson can talk? I've seen him his and growl and mouth shit but no real words." Even finding others similar to him he was still an outcast. "But the demons are the scariest shit, I've seen them rip open these people with the black auras-"

"Wait, do they know you've seen them?"

"Well yeah, one was sniffing around the other day, told it to Fuck off." The high schooler laughed it off, Mateo's face was serious.

"I've just been ignoring them, it seems like they're looking for someone who can see them."

"Well, I'm still alive!"

A week and a half later, his body was found torn to shreds, all over his house. His mother had begged for justice, no way it could be an animal attack when all the doors were locked, as were the windows. Officially it was a mountain lion, unofficially it was a vampire.

And to Mateo, it was the demons who hated being perceived by the living.

No one else could see them, and he made a point to not look at them. When he was younger he had once seen thousands of demons swarming one man, they craved his bloodlust and the death he was surrounded in. When Mateo followed him, he watched as the stranger who is later named Mikael, get desiccated by the Bennett mother, Abby. She later left, and he never spoke a word to the Bennett family about, but Mateo felt guilty every time he had babysat Bonnie and Beau. Sheila needed the help and he needed the free food that the elder witch cooked, along with the pay, so despite only being 6 years older, he would take care of the two Bennetts up until he was 16.

Mateo was known as a good babysitter throughout Mystic Falls. He had raised his own siblings, so practice was already perfected. Hell, he was still raising 6 kids even at the ripe age of 23. The youngest was 8, eldest was 20. All lived in the same house, and the only reason Mateo stayed was because their father wouldn't.

Gabriel Wilson was a priest at Fell's Church. Gabriel and Tobias Fell worked closely together, and it used to be that every Sunday the Wilson's would go to church, until Mateo had caused a scene when blood burst through his eardrums and fell down his eyes. Sometimes Mateo would consider going back to church, but then he would remember how Charlotte had attempted to kill him and church felt like a burden when all you could think about was the woman screaming about sin and the demons.

Church, God, Sinner and Saint, What made a difference when you only appeared on the other side, or on the veil?

Waking up at 5 a.m. Mateo wished he had actually slept last night, but his conquest was currently laying upstairs and she was much better than any nightmares he would have. The first thing he did was clean, the kitchen still had dirty dishes, last nights dinner was spaghetti with chicken, which meant that all the dishes were read with sauce and the plastic container would be dyed red.

He had started laundry, wiped the kitchen clean, organized the dishes, then went into the living room, putting on the news for background before grabbing the couch cushions and looking for money. Multiple coins were found, all adding up to $3.47 which was then put into a hidden jar that kept all their extra money in it.

It wasn't long before Mateo was yelling for the kids to get up. Roughly opening the doors to the bedrooms and yelling, earning groans of hatred as none of the Wilson's were a morning person.

Gabriel wasn't there, the only reason he still had a bedroom was because even though he never slept there, he would pick up a fuss about it.

Mateo rushed downstairs to pack lunch for everyone. The youngest; Carl, Krystal, and Alison, all got a BLT sandwich that Mateo brought home from his job the night before, along with a bag of chips. The Middle Children; Derek and Nicholas, would be getting a leftover pot roast sandwich, the pot roast had come from a cook out a few days ago, and there was so much leftovers that he was able to take them home, and there was left over sourdough (god he loved rich white people) so that was turned into a sandwich. Then the eldest; Mateo and Amelia, were getting spaghetti. Each bag also got a fruit, some way to convince himself he was taking care of them. Then filling their water bottles with each drink they liked before putting them in the fridge.

The first one down was Nicholas, the junior in high school always got there early so he could hang out with his 'friend' Tara, who was an all around bitch but considering Mateo was pretty sure Nic was in love with her, he kept neutral grounds. (He called her Tree a lot just to aggravate her).

"Breakfast is toast and there's a little bit of eggs left if you want."

"Nah, I gotta go and tutor the Gilbert kid-"

"Jeremy? How is he?"

"High as shit, I don't really care but Elena certainly does and the school gave him to me cause he's failing Tanner's class." Nic grabbed his school supplies that the previous night, were strayed everywhere, but now in a neat stack just waiting to be put in his backpack, "But it gives me credits, and Jenna's paying me so I'll be bringing home some cash."

"I'm seeing Jenna later," Mateo hands Nic his lunch, "Drinks in the fridge, be careful walking, I won't be able to pick you up from school I'm working late." Nic grabbed his items before turning towards his older brother.

"How was last night?"

"You were asleep when I got home."

"Yeah I woke up and saw her, she's hot. Thought you were in love with Jenna though."

"Grown up shit."

"I'm Seventeen."

"Fine then it's my shit, not yours, stop sniffing it."

"Hope you wore a condom."

"boy if you don't get your ass out of here-"

"I'm just saying I'm too young to be an uncle."

"Go to school!" Nic was quick to grab his jacket and walk out the door, his backpack not even fully zipped before he left. Mateo continued to go upstairs and quickly get dressed, wearing nice ripped black jeans with a long-sleeve plain shirt. Mateo worked at a diner, he was a manager there. He worked strange hours, with no health care and no decent workers, well besides Jenna.

"Kids! I'm leaving in 8 minutes! If you're not down here you're walking!" Most people would tell Mateo he babied his siblings, making them their own food and cleaning up after them. It was the only thing that made him feel wanted though, it was all he had known for so long, and they didn't even want to clean up after themselves.

Jennifer booked it down the stairs, telling Mateo that Bonnie and Elena would be coming to pick her up. The girls drove up to the house, and Mateo would've had no interaction with them had Jennifer not forgotten her lunch. Mateo rushed out of the house quickly to give it to her, giving the girls a warm welcome as he reached through the window. Mateo left quickly.

"Every time I see your brother he just gets hotter and hotter." The Bennett turns to teasingly smile at the tall girl, "such a shame he's with Jenna's aunt."

"Even if he wasn't, you're 16 Bonnie." Elena reminded them.

"Let's not talk about my brother please, It's already enough that Caroline gets a huge boner over him, she hates my house yet she'll always come over during the summer."

"Cause he's shirtless, plus you can't argue that Mateo isn't attractive to literally every girl in Mystic Falls. He's hardworking and good with kids. That's hot."

"Not to mention he's kind." Elena butted in.

"So he's the bare minimum and that's attractive?"

"Yes." Both girls said, causing Jennifer to roll her eyes. Elena didn't fawn over her brother like the other girls did, but she's seen her eyes. Most people liked Mateo, he just didn't date.

The girls drove off laughing, and Mateo quickly walked out to put the rest of the kids in his car. Derek sat in the front next to Mateo, whilst Alison, Carl, and Krystal sat in the back. The car was small, and an ugly orange color. Mateo dropped them off quickly, and then drove to his job.

Mateo walked into the diner and saw Jenna sitting at the counter, Jenna still had another hour before she had to work. There were a few people in the diner, only one cook in the back and 2 waitresses.

"How'd your meeting go?"

"He was an ass, kept going on using a bunch of words I didn't understand. Says my writing was subpar." Jenna huffed out the last word, sipping at her coffee angrily.

"Told you, just argue that the character's a latent homosexual, he'll either agree cause he's gay himself or agree because he doesn't want to seem homophobic."

"It just seems homophobic to use being gay against straight people."

"Jenna, Sweetie, you're bisexual. Plus straights use their straightness against us all the time. It's why we don't have gay marriage yet. Say it's unnatural, but so are weddings!" Mateo shouted with sarcastic joy.

"By the way, kids still think we're dating. Despite the fact that I literally brought home a girl last night."

"Was she good?"

"She was not single, her boyfriend was calling her all morning." Mateo hissed at his mistake, "We hanging out after?"

"Yeah! We can go to that new club just outside of town."

"Major lack of male real estate. Look at the shower curtain on Kelly Beech. She looks like a hot— can I still say "tranny mess"?"

"No that's over." Elena shuts it down.

"It is the only way to describe her though." Jennifer sneered at Kelly, who was just minding her own business.

"Aah. Find a man, coin a phrase. It's a busy year." The three girls walked in to see Matt. Elena's ex boyfriend who she dumped after her parents passed away, she couldn't handle a relationship on top of the death of her parents. She had become a recluse from everyone up until a few months ago. Elena waved towards Matt, trying to keep some sort of friendship between them, but he ignored her.

"He hates me."

"That's not hate. That's "you dumped me, but I'm too cool to show it, but secretly I'm listening to Air Supply's greatest hits."

"No that's "I'm a brooding teenage boy who can't focus on anything but himself so I'm going to make you feel regret over something that isn't you're fault."" Jennifer always hated Matt, he was too bland, too annoying, too self righteous. Caroline walks up to the group.

"Elena. Oh. my. god." The blonde pushes the Gilbert into a hug, squeezing her tightly. "How are you?" She doesn't wait for an answer, "Oh, it's so good to see you." Caroline looks over her shoulder to talk to the two girls behind her. "How is she? Is she good?"

"Caroline, I'm right here. And I'm fine. Thank you."

"Yeah we were just talking about how much a tranny mess Kelly Beech is." Caroline glanced over at the named woman, a smile coming to her face at the insult.

"Jenn!" Elena disapproved of her insulted the teen.

"What? If she didn't want people to talk about how awful she looks then she should've looked different."

"You are such a bitch." Caroline spoke, a coy smile on her lips.

"And you love it."

It was always obvious to Jennifer that Bonnie and Elena just tolerated the two. Elena and Bonnie always had secret meetings, glances towards the two where they were judging. It was always Caroline and Jennifer vs, Elena and Bonnie. Each girl secretly felt they were better than the other, and maybe in some way that was true. Caroline was better with people, an extrovert who could keep a conversation going with anyone, people knew Caroline, she was determined and assertive. Bonnie was smart, she was trust worthy. Elena was brave, and Kind. Jennifer was selfless and truthful. None were loyal though, not to themselves and not to each other. Just thin strings connected by chance rather than fate. Caroline's eyes catch something else.

"Jenn, I have something to tell you! Come with me!" Caroline grabs her hand and pulls her somewhere

"Don't take more than two in a six-hour window." Jeremy holds out the pills and Vicki Donovan takes them. On his shoulder, resting his head was Derek Wilson. Derek was shorter than Jeremy by a few inches, and he was also his best friend. Derek and Jeremy were the same age, unlike Vicki who should keep her hands to herself considering she was 18 whilst Jeremy was just 14, the girl would do anything for drugs. Jeremy was young and convinced he was in love, Vicki should've known better.

"Hey, Vicki. I knew I'd find you here with the crackheads." Tyler Lockwood was an all around dick with no redeemable qualities. He had made the Wilson family his enemy target for a while, the only reason Jeremy got included in his enemy list was because of Vicki's relationship with him. Tyler knew Vicki was cheating, she would sleep with anyone for drugs, which it's fine to sleep with people, but not whilst she's in a supposed monogamous relationship. Vicki gives Tyler a 'Hi' her shoulders tensing as he came around.

"Hey. Pete Wentz called. He wants his nail polish back." Tyler looks to Jeremy before turning to the male resting on his shoulder, Derek was glaring heavily at him.

"Pete Wentz, huh? How old school T.R.L. of you. Carson Daly fan?"

"Oh, Ty, be nice. That's Elena's little brother."

"I know who he is. I'll still kick his ass." Tyler and Vicki kiss, causing Derek to let out a loud yacking sound, letting out the word 'gross' in between his fake puking up.

"Shut up dickwad, you can't even throw a punch properly." Tyler took a step forward and Derek sat up. "You wanna fight, daddy's boy?"

"Derek." Jeremy put his hand on him, "Let's just go." The two started walking towards the school.

"Pussies!" Tyler yelled after them, Vicki hitting him on the chest because of it.

"You are what you eat! That's why you're a dick!" The two ran inside as they saw the anger on Tyler's face. Quick to escape his wrath, the two laughed gleefully before heading somewhere to smoke a joint before class.

Mateo was tired, work was tiring, he was always tired. The kids were home from school, the only ones not in the house were Nic and Jenn and that was because they were with their friends. Derek was sitting in the living room watching tv, dinner had been made early so Mateo and Jenna could go to the club. Jenna had brought her dress over to change into, along with her makeup. The two were currently in Mateo room, the bed was messy but the rest was relatively clean. Music was playing softly on the background, the radio was in great care. It was one of the few items Mateo loved.

"The bathroom is locked." Jenna comes in with her dress over her arm.

"Kids must be in there, just change in here." Mateo turns away to grab clothes from his closet. He wanted something nicer than what he usually wore. Jenna was turned away from him, taking off her clothes to put on her dress. Mateo buttoned up the black shirt, leaving 3 buttons left alone so there was a show of the white tank top underneath. "How is this-" Mateo cut himself off as he saw Jenna, clad in her underwear.

Okay, so maybe Mateo was in love with Jenna. Not that he would ever admit it, mainly because it wasn't that loved he dreamed about, nor the type of love he saw in his visions. She mad him softer, she made him care about taking his time during the little things. But he would never admit it.

"Turn around!"

"Shit sorry!" Mateo quickly hurried back and faced his small dresser, grabbing a few necklaces and rings, along with a bracelet. 

"Okay zip me up." Mateo turned and helped Jenna, she wore a small black dress that looked great on her. "Shit I look hot."

"I'm not complaining."

"Shut up."

The club was nice, not the nicest one Mateo had been too but it wasn't the worst either. It was crowded and playing 'Good Girls go bad' by Cobra Starships, Jenna had immediately joined the dance floor, Mateo grabbed a drink first before joining her. The twos hips collided as they laughed and danced.

And in these moments, Mateo forgets the striking blue eyes of his killer and instead only thinks about Jenna. They danced and drank (free ones from strangers), the songs became a blur, and it wasn't long before the two were stumbling and called a cab. Getting driven home in a wasted mess.

When Mateo woke that next morning, Jenna was sleeping next to him.

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3385 words and that's why it took so long for this chapter to come out. If it needs anymore chapter warning please tell me. 

[perseephoneee]

blood sharing (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: blood sharing (obvs), allusions to sex, female identifying reader

a/n: this is purely self indulgent. i'm not good with smutty things, but it's kinktober, so here's the only thing i can contribute. anywhooo. enjoy?

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He was hungry, and you could tell.

The way he stood as far apart from you was the first sign. Then, the veins under his eyes that he tried so desperately to hide by turning his face. The clenching and unclenching of his fists, like he fought the urge to run across the room and suck you dry.

"Go and get food," you said, arms crossed uncomfortably as you took in the starving vampire.

"I can't leave you, darling," Kol cooed, looking up at you. "I'm supposed to stay in this room and protect you. Brothers orders." "And you listen to your brothers?"

"For pretty girls, I'll listen to them," Kol flirted, but you could tell it was forced. He hadn't had food in a while, and he was in here because of you.

Guilt gripped your heart, as well as morbid curiosity. You harbored a school-girl crush on Kol, and the cheesy novels you read always made you wonder what it would feel like to be the victim of a vampire's appetite. Plus, you felt bad that he was struggling. At least, that's what you told yourself.

"You can feed on me," you whispered. Kol heard you, though, his head immediately shooting up to look at you.

"Bad idea, luv."

"I trust you to not, uh, kill me," you chuckled nervously. Kol dared take a step closer to you, and you fought the urge to step back. He was intimidating, albeit a cheeky bastard. Your heart raced as he approached you, towering above your smaller form.

"Is this out of the kindness of your heart or some other need?" Kol murmured, reaching up to play with a strand of your hair. Your breath became shaky as you dared to make eye contact with the original vampire. His eyes were darker than usual, and his gaze was fixed on your mouth, on the way you licked your lips. "See, darling, I think you want me biting you, taking you as mine." Kol circled you, standing behind your form as he pulled your hair away from your neck. You gulped, your eyes fluttering close as his fingers traced over your carotid artery. His other hand traced up and down your forearm, creating goosebumps in his wake.

"I don't think you have the guts to bite me," you whispered, challenging him. The reverberating dark chuckle told you that you were stepping into dangerous territory.

"Is that what you think?" Kol mumbled into your ear, his breath hot on your cheek, his hands gripping your arms. "I'm happy to prove you wrong."

He didn't give you any warning before biting into your neck. The pain that flared was nothing compared to the pleasure you derived from feeling his fangs. God, you were such a masochist.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, a shaky breath leaving you. His arm wrapped around your middle, holding you to him. The warmth and icey fire surging through your body was nothing you felt before. Kol pulled away, licking over the wound before kissing it better. He bit his wrist, blood welling up as he held it to your lips. You wanted to moan as the saccharine blood touched your tastebuds. You grabbed his wrist close to you, and he didn't bother stepping away from your form. When you removed his wrist, you dared turn and make eye contact. Kol's gaze was nothing short of lustful, and your inhibitions were already low. You kissed him, enjoying the growl that left him as he turned you in his arms to hold you better. Somehow, the kiss made you as high as sharing blood. Pulling away, you didn't dare go too far as a coy smile danced across your lips.

"I have an idea of what we can do to pass the time," you smiled, looking up at him through heavy lashes. Kol grinned, leaning down and picking you up in one fell swoop.

"I like where your head is at."

[aarchengel]

Asleep

Summary: After spending an unproductive day at the Mikaelson compound, you pretend to be asleep so you can get Kol to carry you to bed.

Fluff, fluff, fluff!

Kol Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

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You sighed, stretching your legs which ached after being in a position for a little too long. You had finished the novel in your hands in one sitting, even though the plot and the characters were disappointing. Safe to say, you were bored.

Before you met your boyfriend, Kol, about a year ago, you were quite content living alone, attending classes, completing assignments, and reading books. You had never realized when you became so used to him, his quips, his charming smile. You now couldn't spend a day without him, without finding everything around you worthless. He brought light and meaning to your days, making each moment valuable. He taught you how to live life with a different perspective. He effortlessly wove himself into your days, making them happier. That every day after a tiring day at work, you knew you had someone to come home to. And you couldn't help falling in love with him a little more with each passing day.

His dysfunctional family adored you, and you loved them back with all your heart. Life was happy. You were happy.

It was past midnight and he hadn't returned. You were alone at the compound. Rebekah, Freya and Hayley were at the plantation house with Hope, so for the past week, you were with the brothers.

With each passing moment, you grew more worried for them. Sure, they were some thousand-year-old invincible original vampires, but over the years, they made quite a few formidable enemies. Being a human, you never imagined the horrors of the supernatural world.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't hear the loud footsteps entering the house. By the way they hit the floor, you instantly knew it was Kol. You were quite observant, and despite not having the heightened senses of a vampire, you could use your own quite well.

"Now, now brother, that wouldn't be quite fair, would it?" You heard Klaus' thick accent. Kol cackled and Elijah mumbled something incoherent to which Kol doubled over laughing.

You quickly snuggled to the pillows, lying down and pulling your heap of blankets closer, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep, turning around slightly so that the boys would not be able to see the smile you were sure you would not be able to keep off your face.

As the footsteps grew louder, an argument between the younger brothers could be heard.

"Shhhhhh."

The whispers ceased and you could almost hear the smile forming on Elijah's face.

A chuckle.

A pat.

Footsteps retreated and one moved forward. You feel the couch dip at where your feet rested and Kol took them in his lap and rubbed them with his rough fingertips. His touch was warm, and with great effort you silenced the sigh escaping your lips.

He stood up and moved. He lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, discarding the blankets covering you. You fought off the smile threatening to form on your face as he carried you upstairs.

A door opened and closed.

Kol laid you on the plush bed and covered you with the silky duvet. You made no movements to get more comfortable. He pushed your hair out of your face and grabbed your ankles and pulled them down.

A few moments later, the door to your en-suite bathroom opened and closed.

You opened your eyes and grinned triumphantly, giddy that you fooled your boyfriend. When the door closed again, you felt the bed dip at your feet.

A silky, soothing voice you knew a bit too well spoke. "You can stop pretending now, darling."

You didn't open your eyes and carried on the act.

"I know you aren't asleep." You opened your eyes, unable to keep the pout of your face. You released a breath you didn't realize you had been holding.

Your eyes met with the gorgeous face of your lover. He had a goofy smile on his face. Your heart beated insanely fast and you whined. "How did you know?"

"I know you, love. You can't fall asleep without me. Your heartbeat gave it away."

You groaned, but you were secretly happy.

" If you wanted me to carry you to the bed, baby, you could've just asked."

What do you think?

[readingisloving]

Ongoing

Amelia Dawson, unfavored bastard daughter of a multi billionaire and hotel franchise owner, has never spent much thought on how she would die. When a terrible car accident (that might not actually have been all that accidental) ends her life, her soul transmigrates into the body of Amelia Sommers, Jenna Sommers' fraternal twin sister. Suddenly finding herself face to face with characters she has only ever seen on TV screen, Amelia is only certain about three things: 1. She would have prefered to transmigrate into Gimore Girls or Sesame Street. 2. Being a powerless human in a town full of vampires, werewolves, doppelgangers and witches sucks - big time. 3. She needs some sort of plan, and fast, if she doesn't want to end up as inevitable cannon fodder.

[defschoice]

The sacred soul

Kol Mikaelson x female character

When a young newly turned vampire seeks out the Mikaelson’s as it turns out she has a special connection to Kol

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word count: 5620

It was a middle of the night in the French quarters of New Orleans as I wanted around looking for a nice meal as i haven’t eaten in a while as I stumble into the compound of the infamous Mikaelson family as you looked around in the compound when a thick English accent was heard from the balcony which made you look up at the dark haired original vampire as he had a slight smirk on his face.

“Can I help you with anything darling?” He said with a continuing smirk on his face as you tried your best to suppress the veins under eyes that was clearly displaying your enormous hunger that you currently felt.

As he walked close to you, you could smell the blood running through his veins as he approached you and just started chuckling at you as the veins under eyes returned as you tried to restrain yourself from jumping teeth first on him to the best of your abilities, that was until he did something he was very soon gonna regret you thought to yourself, but then again he’s the original one out of you two, so you couldn’t really do much harm even if you wanted to.

“Aww is someone a little hungry? Want some of this?” Kol said as he proceeded to bite into his wrist as the blood started running down his arm as he proceeded to reach out the arm for you as you had your eyes glued onto it just long enough for you to almost run to him and start feeding as he pulled his arm back and started drying it away again as you simply looked at him with nothing but a huge blood lust as you wanted to rip his head off seeing how the concrete had small drops of blood on it from his arm as you nearly growled at him when you heard another more mature and sophisticated voice come from the other end of the balcony.

“Little brother, don’t be such a menace to the her, that is not how we treat a lady” He said as he lightly scolded his younger brother. It was another original vampire, he walked over to join his brother as he looked at me as you could smell the blood in veins as well.

“Darling, I apologize for my brother’s behavior, my names Elijah and this is Kol how long have you been a vampire?” Elijah asked sensing your hunger as he rolled up the sleeve on his left arm.

“A few weeks, but something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what’s happening to me” you answered the slightly older vampire as he was about to bite his wrist when Kol stopped him as he went about to bite his own wrist again when Elijah stopped him as he heard something as the demeanor in his face changed.

“Kol, wait.” He said turning his attention to his younger brother.

“What is your name, darling?” Elijah asked moving his gaze to the young girl.

“My name is Skylar” you said looking at Elijah and Kol trying to control your lust for hunger.

“Kol, brother. Get her inside, the night-walkers are still out here” Elijah said ever so protective as he guided you over to Kol who took you into his arms as he walked you inside.

“What is all this noise about? We’re someone trying to get some rest here” Klaus said as he emerged from his room as well and came walking towards you and Kol as you leaned into him more when you made eye contact with Klaus. You didn’t know why, but you were a bit intimidated by Klaus.

“I see you got a new little friend little brother, what’s your name love?” Klaus asked smiling as Kol held you closer to him as he looked at his brother.

“Her name is Skylar, now if you will excuse us Nik, we have some business to attend to” Kol said taking your hand walking past his brother with you as he led you up to his room where we prepared his wrist and bit himself once again.

“Here, drink” he said as he reached his wrist as you looked at him making sure he wasn’t teasing you this time again as you took it and slightly took his wrist up to your mouth as you started drinking from him like you haven’t had a single drop in weeks which to be honest wasn’t exactly a lie either.

At first Kol didn’t feel much and just let you full fill your thirst until he started feeling a bit squishy and tried to take his away his arm back when you growled at him grabbing onto his wrist as you kept drinking from him.

“Skylar, I think this is enough. Why don’t you take a break” He suggested when Elijah came walking by coincidentally and happened to hear his brother’s desperation as he hurries into his rescue and practically rips you away from Kol and holding you firmly as Kol sits down on a chair before he becomes too squishy from the blood loss as you calmed down again as you look at Kol.

“I’m so sorry Kol. I never meant to hurt you” you said as your emotions were now on overdrive as Elijah let go off you and Kol approached you.

“Darling, you didn’t hurt me. You have my word” Kol said as he tried to reassure you as he took you into his arms and politely asked Elijah to leave his room as he thanked him.

Kol lifted you over to the bed and placed you down on it gently as you gave him gently kisses on his wrist as you proceeded with laying your head on his chest as he had an arm around you as you dozed off in his embrace for now.

“What’s with Kol’s new little friend?” Klaus asked as he saw Elijah walk out from their younger brother’s room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“It’s nothing of your concern Niklaus, perhaps your focus would be better placed with your daughter than lurking around in our brother’s business.” Elijah explained to other younger brother as Klaus just smiled and took his hands up in defense.

“Well brother, it’s quite hard to put your focus elsewhere when she can be bloody heard all over the compound” Klaus said as Elijah just shook his head as they parted ways and went into their respective rooms again as peace yet fell over the Mikaelson compound again.

The next morning, sun light was shining brightly through the curtains of Kol’s room as he slowly woke up and gained his sense and looked to his right as he saw you laying peacefully asleep next to him. He removed a strand of hair from your face as he couldn’t bare to wake you.

As Kol lay there, watching you sleep, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness. Despite his mischievous nature, something about you had stirred an emotion he hadn't felt in centuries. He gently slid out of the bed, careful not to disturb your slumber, and quietly left the room.

Downstairs, Klaus was already up, pacing the living room with a brooding look. He glanced up as Kol descended the staircase. "Ah, the young lover boy awakens. How is our guest?" Klaus's tone was mocking, but there was a hint of curiosity.

Kol rolled his eyes. "She's fine, Nik. Just a bit overwhelmed. New vampires often are."

Elijah, ever the peacemaker, entered the room with a book in hand. "Kol, we need to ensure she adjusts properly. Her thirst was almost uncontrollable last night."

Kol nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know, Elijah. I'll take care of her. She needs guidance."

Klaus smirked, leaning against the doorway. "Guidance? Or are you just enjoying playing the hero for a pretty girl?"

Kol shot him a warning look. "It's not like that, Nik. She needs our help."

“How can we be sure she is who she claims to be?” Klaus asked looking at his brothers with a smug smile.

“Now what’s that supposed to mean? Of course she is who says, Nik don’t be ridiculous” Kol said annoyed by his brother’s accusations.

"Kol, brother, how is the girl?" Elijah asked, gesturing for Klaus to be quiet, closing his book and giving his full attention to his brother.

"Resting. She was absolutely ravenous last night," Kol replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "I haven't seen such hunger in a newborn in a long time. It's almost as if she's been neglected."

Elijah nodded thoughtfully. "It's not uncommon for newly turned vampires to struggle with controlling their hunger. But there’s something more to her, isn’t there? Did she mention who turned her?"

Kol shook his head. "No, she didn’t say much about her past. Just that she's been a vampire for a few weeks. She seems... different, Elijah. There's a fire in her eyes, a strength that's unusual for someone so new to this life."

Elijah leaned back against the wall considering Kol's words. "We'll have to keep an eye on her. If she's truly as unique as you say, she could either be a great ally or a dangerous threat.” Elijah added to the conversation.

“May I inquire with something, you see while you were busy playing into her tricks and games, I did some digging with a little help from our dear sister Rebekah” Klaus started as Elijah sighed loudly at his brother.

“Niklaus….” Elijah said as Klaus continued to speak his mind.

“Brothers, allow me. She was sent here by the very wolf boy from Mystic Falls, who seeks revenge against me and this is his way of getting under my skin, our skin” Klaus said as Elijah considered his words carefully as whereas Kol wasn’t buying any of it.

“Come on, Elijah, you saw her when she came in here last night. You really think she’s on some revenge mission carrying out some big plan set by Tyler Lockwood? She’s not like that” Kol asked his older brother in disbelief as Klaus just started laughing as Kol and Elijah looked at him.

“You’ve known the girl for less than a day and already you put your faith in her” Klaus said his distrust in Skylar crystal clear.

“Niklaus, Kol is right. I don’t believe she is our enemy. For now, we should focus on helping her adjust to her new reality." Elijah added in.

Kol looked at his brother and nodded in agreement, but his thoughts were still with you, sleeping peacefully in his bed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were destined to be a part of their lives, for better or worse.

You woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling more rested than you had in days. As you slowly opened your eyes, you realized you were alone in Kol’s room. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and you felt a pang of guilt for having lost control.

Before you could dwell on it, the door creaked open, and Kol stepped in, carrying a tray with a glass of blood. He smiled warmly when he saw you awake.

"Good morning. I brought you something to help with the hunger," he said, placing the tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you," you murmured, taking the glass and sipping it gratefully. The blood was fresh, and you could feel your strength returning with each sip.

Kol sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Better," you admitted, setting the empty glass back on the tray. "I'm sorry about last night, Kol. I didn’t mean to—"

He held up a hand to stop you. "There's no need to apologize, darling. It's only natural for a newborn to struggle with their hunger. We'll help you learn to control it."

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. For the first time since you had turned, you felt like you might actually have a chance at surviving this new life.

"Thank you, Kol." you said sincerely.

He smiled, reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You're one of us now. We'll look after you."

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you had found a place where you belonged.

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Over the next few days, Kol and his brothers worked tirelessly to help you adjust. You spent hours with Elijah, who taught you the history and intricacies of vampire lore, instilling in you the importance of control and discretion. Klaus, despite his initial skepticism, offered you tips on navigating the supernatural world, his tough love approach masked by a surprising patience when you struggled.

Kol, however, was your anchor. He guided you through the physical aspects of your transformation, teaching you to hone your heightened senses and control your newfound strength. The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, his protectiveness and genuine care a constant reassurance.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the mansion in a warm, golden glow, Kol suggested a walk through the nearby woods. You hesitated, the memory of your last uncontrollable hunger still fresh in your mind, but his gentle insistence won you over.

As you strolled through the forest, the sounds of nature heightened in your ears, Kol spoke softly, his voice a soothing presence. "You're doing exceptionally well, you know. Far better than I expected."

You smiled, a mix of pride and humility in your expression. "I couldn't have done it without you. All of you."

He stopped, turning to face you, his eyes searching yours. "There's something special about you. I felt it the moment I saw you. It's not just your strength, but your spirit. You're meant for something greater."

Before you could respond, a rustling in the bushes drew your attention. Kol's posture shifted instantly, his body tense and alert. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall man with an air of authority and a hint of menace in his gaze.

"Ah, Kol Mikaelson. It's been a long time," the man said, his voice smooth yet chilling.

Kol's eyes narrowed, his protective instincts flaring. "Lucien. What are you doing here?"

Lucien's gaze shifted to you, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "I heard about the new addition to your little family. Thought I'd come and see for myself."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Lucien's eyes bore into you. Kol stepped in front of you, his stance defensive. "Stay away from her, Lucien."

Lucien chuckled, a low, sinister sound. "Relax, Kol. I'm not here to cause trouble. Just curious about what makes her so special."

Kol's jaw tightened. "Curiosity killed the cat, Lucien. Remember that."

Lucien raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get testy. I'll be on my way. But remember, Kol, there's more at play here than you realize. Keep a close eye on your new friend."

With that, Lucien melted back into the shadows, leaving an uneasy silence in his wake. Kol turned to you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "We need to be careful. Lucien is dangerous, and if he's interested in you, it means something is brewing."

You nodded, your heart pounding. "What do we do?"

Kol took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We stick together. No matter what."

As you walked back to the compound, you couldn't shake the feeling that your presence had stirred something in the supernatural world, something that could change everything.

As you entered the compound you were greeted by Klaus who was talking to Marcel and Davina, as Kol’s look locked on the young witch Davina, who also happened to be a former lover of his that he hadn’t seen in a while.

However your presence drew attention to Klaus as he turned to face the two of you as Kol had to tell him about your meet with Lucien, but he couldn’t get his eyes of Davina for some reason when Klaus finally managed to snap him out of his so called trance.

Skylar looked up at Kol as if she could feel the deep and intense connection between them when she suddenly this weird surge of energy going through almost as a short Timelapse of Kol and Devina’s relationship played in front of her eyes while Kol was holding her hand as she became disconnected from the world around her, completely oblivious to the conversation going on between Klaus, Kol, Devina and Marcel.

When Devina noticed something was off about Skylar and said Kol’s name to get him to look at her as Klaus became interested as well despite his suspicions when you came back to reality and your legs gave out beneath you as Kol caught you before you hit the ground.

“Elijah, Freya!” Klaus yelled as they soon were rushing down alarmed when Elijah saw Skylar on the ground in Kol’s arms.

"Kol, what happened?" Elijah's voice was calm but laced with urgency as he knelt beside you.

Kol shook his head, his eyes wide with worry. "I'm not sure. We were just talking, and then she had some sort of vision or... I don't know, Elijah. One moment she was fine, and the next..."

Freya joined them, her expression equally concerned. She placed her hand on your forehead, closing her eyes as she concentrated. "There's a powerful energy around her. Something ancient and potent. It's like she's tapped into some kind of... magical conduit."

Kol, his impatience evident, demanded, "What does that mean for her? Is she in danger?"

Freya's eyes opened, meeting Kol's with a mixture of confusion and certainty. "Not immediate danger, but we need to understand what just happened. She's linked to something or someone—perhaps even to the ancestral magic of New Orleans itself."

Marcel, who had been observing silently, spoke up. "Davina, you might be able to help. You have a strong connection to the magic here."

Davina nodded, stepping closer. She extended her hand towards you, her eyes filled with a determined resolve. "I'll see what I can do."

As Davina began to chant softly, you felt a warmth spreading through your body. The fragmented images that had overwhelmed you earlier started to coalesce into something more coherent. You saw flashes of Kol and Davina's past, their love and their pain, intertwined with glimpses of your own future—a future fraught with challenges but also brimming with potential.

The vision ended as abruptly as it began, leaving you gasping for breath.

Kol's grip on your hand tightened, grounding you as you came back to reality. "Skylar, what did you see?"

"Kol," you began, your voice trembling slightly. You took a deep breath, your voice shaky but resolute. "I saw your past with Davina,”

"I don't know what just happened, but I felt everything. Your pain, your love, your loss. It was like I was there, living it all with you." You continued.

Kol nodded, his expression softening. "I felt it too, Skylar. And it only confirms what I've known all along. You are special, more than any of us realized."

Freya cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention. “If these visions are true, we need to prepare. Lucien’s appearance might be more than just a coincidence.”

Klaus nodded, his eyes steely with determination. “Then we will prepare. We need to fortify our alliances and understand Skylar’s connection to this magic.”

Kol helped you to your feet, his eyes never leaving yours. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” He said as you leaned into him and he held you close.

“Skylar, if you will allow me. I can perform a spell to maybe tap into whatever it is you seem to hold” Freya suggested. She looked at up at Kol as she hesitated a bit.

Elijah exchanged a worried glance with Klaus. “This connection between you and Kol is the key. We need to explore it further, but with care. Skylar’s well-being is our top priority.”

Freya moved closer to Skylar, her voice gentle. “I promise, we’ll take it slow. But we need to uncover the truth. For all our sakes.”

Kol’s eyes softened as he looked at Skylar, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll get through this together, Skylar. You’re not alone.”

Skylar nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination as Kol and Freya led them into her study soon followed by the curious eyes of Elijah and Klaus.

As they entered the room they were faced with a protective circle that Freya created and inside the circle Skylar and Kol sat on their knees across from each other.

Skylar, still shaken from the vision, looked at Kol with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned to face Kol as she placed her hand on the side of his cheek.

“Trust me Kol” she said as they both closed their eyes as she showed Kol what exactly she experienced as Elijah and Freya shared a confused glance with each other as Klaus’ distrust in Skylar came forward.

“Now what is this? Are we sure we can trust her?” Klaus asked in suspiciousness over Skylar as Elijah led him out of the room.

“Niklaus, take it easy. She came to us for a reason. She came to Kol for a reason” Elijah said calmly trying to reason with Klaus who didn’t seem to buy any of it.

“She’s currently infiltrating Kol’s mind, how can we be sure she wasn’t sent by someone?” Klaus said as Elijah went quiet as they looked back into the room at Skylar and Kol as Kol grabbed Skylar’s other hand as Skylar started bleeding from her nose as Elijah ignored Klaus’ question for now and went back into the room looking concerned at Freya.

“Freya what’s happening?” He asked looking at sister concern etched on his face and Freya, usually composed and knowledgeable, was at a loss. The unexpected nosebleed from Skylar had thrown everyone off balance. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her brow furrowed in worry. “This isn’t like any magic I’ve encountered before. It’s as if…” She trailed off, uncertain how to articulate her thoughts.

As tension mounted in the room, Klaus’s suspicion hung heavy like a thundercloud. His distrust of Skylar’s intentions was palpable, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had momentarily settled among them.

“Elijah, this is madness,” Klaus exclaimed, his voice tinged with a blend of anger and concern. “We can’t afford to be naive. Lucien’s cunning knows no bounds. We must consider every possibility.”

Elijah, ever the diplomat, sought to diffuse the situation before it escalated further.

“Quiet, Niklaus” Elijah said as Klaus listened to him and remained silent for now.

“Freya, is there you can do?” Elijah asked as Klaus’ impatience and suspicion clear as he paced the room, his eyes flicking between Skylar and Kol with distrust.

Freya hurried to Skylar’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I… I’m not sure what’s happening,” she admitted, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Their connection is stronger than I anticipated.”

Elijah’s gaze hardened as he assessed the situation. “Kol,” he called out firmly, his voice cutting through the room. “Release her. Now.”

But Kol remained unresponsive, his grip on Skylar tightening. His expression was a mix of protectiveness and confusion, as if caught between worlds. Blood continued to trickle from Skylar’s nose, a sign of the strain on her fragile form.

“Enough, Kol!” Elijah’s tone grew urgent. “You’re endangering her!”

Freya’s hands moved deftly, weaving a spell of separation. “I’m trying to break their connection,” she murmured, her voice strained with effort. “But it’s not working.”

Klaus, unable to contain his anxiety, approached cautiously. “What did she show you, Kol?” His voice softened slightly, betraying his concern for his brother’s well-being amidst his suspicion of Skylar.

Skylar’s breathing grew shallow, her face pale as she struggled against the overwhelming force of the connection. Finally, with a surge of power, Freya managed to sever the link. Kol staggered back, releasing Skylar who collapsed into Elijah’s arms, unconscious and drained.

As Elijah tended to Skylar, checking her vitals, he scooped her up and took her to Kol’s room placing her down on the bed, feeding her blood from his wrist.

In study Klaus turned to Kol with a mixture of relief and lingering distrust. “What did you see?” he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

Kol rubbed his temples wearily, his eyes haunted by what he had witnessed. “Darkness,” he murmured. “A darkness that’s hunting her, consuming her.”

Freya’s brow furrowed as he processed Kol’s words. “Lucien,” he concluded grimly. “He’s behind this.”

Klaus clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. “Then we find him,” he declared, his voice resonating with authority. “Before he harms anyone else.”

Kol, still shaken, glanced at Freya. "It's more than just Lucien," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "There's something ancient, something primordial tied to her. It's like she's a beacon, drawing it towards her."

Freya, her face pale with worry, nodded. "We need to find a way to protect her. Whatever this darkness is, it seems relentless."

Elijah returned to the study, his expression grave. "She’s stable for now, but whatever Kol saw, it’s taking a toll on her. We need more information if we’re to keep her safe."

Klaus paced the room, frustration evident in his every step. "This is exactly what Lucien wants. To divide us, to weaken us. We need to be proactive. We can’t wait for him to make his next move."

Freya interjected, "Kol, can you recall anything specific about the darkness? Any clues that might help us understand it better?"

Kol closed his eyes, struggling to piece together the fragments of his vision. "There were symbols... ancient runes. And a voice. It spoke of an awakening, of reclaiming what was lost."

Freya's eyes widened. "Runes? That might be the key. If we can decipher them, we might understand what we’re dealing with."

Klaus nodded, his determination unwavering. "Then we start there. Freya, see what you can find about these runes. Elijah and I will tighten security around the compound. No one comes or goes without our knowledge."

Kol looked at his siblings, gratitude and resolve in his eyes. "Thank you. All of you. Skylar means more to me than I can express. We can’t let this darkness consume her."

Freya placed a reassuring hand on Kol’s shoulder. "We won’t. We’ll figure this out together."

As the family dispersed to their tasks, Kol went up to his room and stayed by Skylar’s side, holding her hand and whispering promises of protection and love as Skylar stirred slightly in her sleep, her face contorting as if in the throes of a nightmare. Kol tightened his grip on her hand, his heart aching at her distress. He whispered soothing words, hoping to reach her through the darkness.

Meanwhile, Freya dove into her research, poring over ancient texts and tomes that lined the shelves of her study. She meticulously searched for anything resembling the runes Kol had described.

As night fell, Freya’s patience was rewarded. She found a reference to the runes Kol had mentioned. Her fingers traced the symbols on the aged parchment, her breath catching as she realized their significance.

Freya rushed to find her brothers, bursting into the courtyard with the ancient text in hand. “I found something,” she announced, her voice filled with urgency. “These runes are tied to an old prophecy. They speak of an ancient force, one that predates even our kind. It’s said to be drawn to powerful beings, using them to anchor itself in our world.”

Elijah frowned. “And Skylar is the anchor?”

Freya nodded. “It seems so. The darkness Kol saw isn’t just after her; it’s trying to use her to break through into our realm.”

Klaus’s eyes darkened with resolve. “Then we need to sever that connection. How do we stop this prophecy from coming true?”

Freya hesitated. “There’s a ritual, but it’s risky. It requires immense power and perfect execution. If we fail, it could kill her.”

Kol, who had joined them upon hearing Freya’s discovery, stepped forward. “We don’t have a choice. We’ll do whatever it takes to save her. What do we need for the ritual?”

Freya listed the ingredients and artifacts required, each item more obscure and dangerous to obtain than the last. “We’ll need to gather these quickly. The longer Skylar remains connected to this force, the stronger it becomes.”

Klaus, always the strategist, quickly devised a plan. “Elijah, you and Kol focus on obtaining the artifacts. Freya and I will work on the ritual preparation. We move swiftly and carefully. No mistakes.”

As the family united in their mission, the air around them buzzed with a sense of urgency and determination. They knew the road ahead was fraught with danger, but their bond and love for Skylar fueled their resolve.

Kol returned to Skylar’s side, determination etched into his features. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, whispering, “Hold on, love. We’ll bring you back from this. I promise.” As he kissed her forehead.

As Kol sat by Skylar’s side, the rest of the family moved with precision, each member driven by the collective resolve to save her. Freya and Klaus prepared the ritual space, gathering ancient texts and carefully setting the necessary artifacts. Their movements were synchronized, a testament to their years of working together against supernatural threats.

Elijah and Kol embarked on their mission to obtain the rare ingredients required for the ritual. Their journey took them through the darkest corners of New Orleans, from secretive witches to ancient cemeteries, each step bringing them closer to the goal but also closer to danger. Kol’s mind was only half-focused on their task; the other half was with Skylar, hoping she could hold on just a little longer.

Back at the compound, Skylar’s condition worsened. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as the ancient force continued to drain her. As Freya performed another small but quick spell to make her stronger as Klaus watched over her despite his initial doubts with a mixture of frustration and helplessness and despite his fears, he trusted in Freya’s ability to pull through. When Klaus decided to give Elijah a call updating them on Skylar’s condition. 

Elijah answered his phone, the urgency in Klaus’s voice sending a shiver down his spine. “Niklaus, we’re making progress, but we need more time. Just hold on.”

“Hurry,” Klaus urged. “She doesn’t have much longer.”

Elijah hung up, his resolve hardening. “Kol, we need to move faster. Skylar’s deteriorating.”

Kol nodded, his determination renewed. “I know a witch who might have the final ingredient we need. Follow me.”

As they raced through the shadowed streets, Kol led Elijah to an old, decrepit house on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and old magic. They knocked on the door, and an elderly witch named Agnes answered, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“We need your help,” Kol pleaded, explaining their dire situation.

Agnes hesitated, but seeing the desperation in their eyes, she relented. “Very well, but this magic is ancient and unpredictable. Use it wisely.”

Back at the compound, Freya and Klaus completed their preparations, the ritual space glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Skylar’s condition had stabilized slightly, thanks to Freya’s temporary spell, but it was clear they were running out of time.

Elijah and Kol burst through the door, carrying the final ingredient. “We got it,” Elijah announced, handing the rare herb to Freya.

Freya nodded, quickly incorporating the final piece into the ritual setup. “Take positions. This will require all of our strength and we only have one chance to do this.”

Klaus, Elijah, Kol, and Freya formed a circle around Skylar, holding each others hands, so that she can channel their power for the ritual. Freya began to chant, her voice resonating with power as the room filled with a blinding light.

Skylar’s body convulsed as the ancient force within her fought back, resisting the ritual’s power, Kol's heart breaking at her pain.

The ritual intensified, the light growing brighter and the air vibrating with energy. Freya’s chanting grew louder, her voice merging with the echoes of ancient magic. The symbols on the artifacts glowed, pulsating with a rhythm that matched Skylar’s heartbeat.

Suddenly, a dark shadow erupted from Skylar’s body, writhing and twisting as it fought to break free. Freya’s voice wavered, but she held firm, directing the power of the ritual towards the shadow. Klaus, Elijah, and Kol poured their strength into the circle, their combined will forcing the darkness back.

With a final, piercing scream, the shadow dissipated, dissolving into the air like mist. Skylar’s body went limp, her breathing shallow but steady. The light in the room faded, leaving the Mikaelsons standing in a quiet, dimly lit space.

Freya collapsed into Elijah's arms, exhausted but relieved. “It’s done. The connection is severed.”

Kol rushed to Skylar’s side, cradling her in his arms. “Skylar, can you hear me?” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Skylar’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused but alive. “Kol…” she murmured weakly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Klaus, Elijah, and Freya gathered around them, the weight of their victory settling over them. “We did it,” Klaus said, his voice filled with both relief and determination. “But this is just the beginning. We need to stay vigilant. Lucien won’t stop here.”

Freya nodded, her expression serious. “We’ll keep her safe. Whatever it takes.”

Elijah placed a reassuring hand on Kol’s shoulder. “She’s strong, Kol. And so are we. We’ll face whatever comes next together.”

Kol held Skylar close, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered, looking at his family with newfound hope. “Thank you for saving her.”

As the Mikaelsons stood united, a sense of peace settled over them. They knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but they also knew that together, they could overcome anything. Skylar’s life, their family’s bond, and their resolve to protect each other were the guiding lights that would lead them through the darkness.