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Dark Star {Part Five}

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Part Five

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} Elijah’s obsession with resurrecting you drives his family deeper into darkness, where alliances fray and unexpected lives are lost as Bonnie Bennett becomes their reluctant pawn. In the 13th century, love turns to betrayal as your forbidden bond with Elijah transforms under the weight of sin, faith, and the cruelty of vengeance.

8.3k words - Warnings: uhmmmm PAIN, death, destruction, full-throttle red door Elijah, so much angst, more hallucinations, Kol and Rebekah still being the ultimate duo, a tragic brotherly bond, compulsion, murder, MY QUEEN BONNIE BENNET && i'm sorry babes.... this is where it begins to HURT ... xoxo

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13 century Europe

The walk into the forest this time wasn’t filled with excitement and joy; it was heavy with dread. Each step felt like a descent into darkness, a part of you wondering if you would ever leave these woods again. But the pull toward Elijah was stronger than your fear, dragging you forward against your instincts.

Your mind raced, trying to piece together Sister Claire’s death and what it meant for you. You couldn’t believe Elijah would hurt anyone, but something told you that he was connected, somehow, to the terrible fate she had met.

He was too perfect, too healthy, too beautiful. He had led you to sin so quickly… He had to be a demon. There was no other explanation.

A cold wind swept through the trees, and clouds slid over the moon, plunging the forest into near-total darkness. You quickened your pace, as if Elijah’s presence in the clearing ahead could shield you from the shadows pressing in on every side.

Finally, you reached the clearing. A dying fire cast faint embers over Elijah’s dark form as he sat by it, his head bowed, lost in thought. He looked up as you approached, his eyes catching the firelight, flickering with an unreadable intensity.

He stood and moved toward you without a word, the shadows sliding over his face, and your heart pounded with a sudden surge of fear. You took a step back, tripping over a tree root and collapsing onto the damp ground.

“Stay away from me,” you warned, scrambling back, the words barely audible.

Elijah stopped, his gaze softening as he searched your face. “I would never hurt you,” he murmured.

You shook your head, panic bubbling up inside you. “What did you do to Sister Claire? How did she end up dead, her throat torn out?”

His expression twisted with pain. “Do you think me capable of such a thing? After what we shared, after what we promised each other?"

You took a shaky breath, fighting the urge to run. "You have led me into sin, and now a woman is dead," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

"I had no hand in her death," Elijah said, his voice firm, but there was a guilty look in his eye.

"But you know who did," you said, the truth dawning on you.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping. “Yes,” he whispered, sorrow clouding his eyes.

Your heart sank, the betrayal burning inside you. He was a demon, a monster. And you had been blind to it.

“You’ve corrupted me,” you murmured, your voice full of anguish.

“No.” He shook his head slowly, earnestly. “I would never. What we share…it is pure.”

A surge of rage welled up, fanned by guilt and shame. “You’re a liar, all demons do is lie,” you spat, tears streaming down your face.

“I would never lay a hand on you. Not in a thousand lifetimes.” Elijah knelt beside you, his hand reaching out to touch your face, and you flinched away.

"Stay away from me," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Stay away from all of us."

You stumbled to your feet and ran, not daring to look back. You had been a fool, blinded by his beauty, seduced into sin. And now, a sister was dead because of it.

Branches scraped your face, roots snagged your feet, but you didn’t stop. The darkness pressed in, thick and suffocating, and each breath burned as you ran through the forest, terror clawing at your chest.

Just as your strength began to fail, you saw a light ahead and stumbled out of the trees onto the convent grounds. Relief flooded you, but before you could catch your breath, something slammed into you, knocking you off your feet.

You hit the ground hard, the impact stealing the air from your lungs. Dizzy, you looked up to find another figure looming over you. It was Klaus... Elijah’s demon brother... grinning down at you, fangs bared, his eyes glinting with malice.

“Hello, love,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“No!” you gasped, scrambling back, but he grabbed you by the hair, dragging you to your feet with ruthless strength.

Without warning, he bit into your neck, and an explosion of pain shot through you, raw and searing. You screamed, clawing at him, but his grip was unyielding, the world spinning as your blood drained away, leaving you cold and weak.

Darkness swallowed you, the last thing you heard was Elijah’s anguished cry, calling his brother’s name.

You felt nothing. You saw nothing, lost in the void. Your last thought was a broken prayer, a plea for forgiveness. And then, warm hands cradled your head, a voice calling you back.

“Elijah?” you murmured, confusion clouding your mind.

“Yes, I’m here,” he soothed, his voice a balm, a lifeline.

There was the sound of an argument nearby, Elijah’s voice rising, but you couldn’t make out the words. Cool liquid touched your lips, the taste of copper filling your mouth. You drank instinctively, the sweetness flooding your senses, warmth returning to your limbs.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding Elijah’s face above you, his expression etched with worry. You reached for him, and he pulled you close, holding you tight.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

The memories flooded back. “Klaus…he killed Sister Claire, didn’t he?”

Elijah nodded, his jaw clenched. “I’m afraid so.”

“But why?” you whispered, still reeling.

“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured, regret shadowing his gaze. “Just know, I would never have let him hurt you.”

You clung to him, your mind spinning. He was a demon, dangerous yet the man you loved. The truth settled over you, cold and heavy.

“You really are a demon…” The words were barely a breath.

He met your gaze, pain flickering in his eyes. “Almost.”

Panic rose, and you tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, holding you close.

“Please, don’t be afraid,” he murmured.

“Let me go,” you whispered, fighting the ache in your chest.

Reluctantly, he released you, and you stumbled back, a final look of heartbreak passing between you before you turned and fled toward the convent, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The weight of his existence pressed down on you, a dark and terrible revelation. You loved him... and in that love, you knew you made a terrible mistake.

13 century Europe

You managed to climb back through the window of your bedroom and collapsed onto the cold stone floor, sobbing. The weight of what had happened pressed down on you, heavy and unrelenting, until you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. You lay there, the floor hard against your cheek, tears staining your skin and blood drying on your lips.

You weren’t sure how long you remained like that, lost in despair, until a soft cough broke the silence. You looked up, startled, to see Sister Margaret standing over you, her face shadowed, her expression unreadable.

Realization dawned as you took in your disheveled state. Your habit torn, stained with dirt, your face wet with tears, and the telltale smear of blood on your mouth. Shame burned through you, and you averted your gaze.

“What happened?” she asked gently, kneeling beside you. Her tone was concerned, but there was an edge to it, a hesitation.

You sat up slowly, wiping at your face. “I…I don’t know,” you managed, voice weak.

Sister Margaret’s brow furrowed as she took in your appearance. “You were gone for hours,” she murmured, her tone laced with worry.

“I know,” you whispered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes. You tried to blink them back, but they threatened to spill over.

Her gaze grew sharper, her concern tinged with suspicion. “Is this…is this a result of Lord Mikaelson’s visit?” Her voice held a faint accusation, a disapproving edge.

The shame intensified, and you closed your eyes, feeling a hot flush crawl up your neck. “Yes,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

She sighed, disappointment heavy in her voice. “I warned you, sister. I told you not to stray from His light.”

You lowered your head, the weight of her words pressing down on you. You knew she was right, but guilt and regret were tangled too deeply for any comfort.

“Come,” she said, reaching for your hand. “We must tell Mother Mathilde.”

“No! Please,” you gasped, clutching her hand as panic flared within you. “I can’t…not after everything that’s happened.”

Sister Margaret hesitated, her eyes searching your face. For a moment, you saw a flicker of sympathy, but it was quickly replaced by duty. “You must confess your sins, sister. It’s the only way.”

“Please, I can’t…I don’t deserve forgiveness,” you choked, the words escaping in a broken sob. “What I’ve done… It’s beyond forgivable.”

“God is merciful,” she replied softly, settling down beside you, her arm wrapping around your trembling shoulders. Her voice was calm, reassuring, and you found yourself clinging to that sliver of hope. “You need to pray, sister. Ask for forgiveness, and it will come.”

“You don’t understand…” you whispered, the shame bubbling up, choking you. “Sister Claire… It’s my fault.”

Sister Margaret stiffened, her arm dropping from your shoulders as she pulled back, shock and confusion flitting across her face. “What…what did you say?”

“It’s my fault,” you repeated, feeling the weight of the confession bearing down on you, pressing into your chest until it hurt.

Her eyes widened, her voice barely a whisper. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed, forcing the words out, even though they tasted bitter. “The demon... Lord Mikaelson- he…he seduced me.” Your voice cracked, and fresh tears streaked down your cheeks, the shame almost unbearable. "If only I had seen sooner..."

Sister Margaret recoiled, her hand pulling away as if you burned her. She stared at you, horror and disbelief etched in her features. “Oh, sister…what have you done?”

You hung your head, guilt washing over you in waves. “I gave my body to a demon. I…I forsook all my vows.”

A long silence stretched between you, broken only by your quiet, hitching breaths. Finally, Sister Margaret drew herself up, her expression hardening. “We have to tell Mother Mathilde.”

“No!” Panic surged within you, and you reached out, grasping her arm. “Please, she can’t know…not after…”

“She needs to know,” Sister Margaret insisted, her voice growing firmer, colder. “This is a grave transgression, sister. The consequences will be severe.”

You looked at her, desperation in your gaze, seeing the resolve in her eyes and the fear. “Please…I’m begging you. Just…just give me time to figure this out.”

She shook her head, sorrow flickering in her expression as she stood up, stepping back from you as if you were a stranger. “I can’t keep this secret for you.” Her voice wavered, but her resolve was unbreakable.

Your heart dropped, and you felt as though the ground had been ripped from under you. The finality of her words settled over you, heavy as stone.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking at you one last time before she turned and disappeared down the corridor, leaving you alone with the crushing weight of your sins.

As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, bathing the convent in a pale glow, you knew it was time to leave. You had packed a small bag, gathering a few meager possessions. A spare habit, some candles, a few coins, and a small silver cross.

The night had passed in a blur of restless sleep and tears, the shame and guilt a constant, relentless torment. Now, as dawn approached, a cold resolve had settled over you. If you didn't run, you would be condemned... purified to death. Sister Margaret would tell Mother Mathilde, and the truth would come out. You couldn't face that. You had to leave, now, while you still could.

You opened the window, glancing down at the courtyard below, a cold breeze sweeping in. The early morning air was sharp and clear, and you breathed it in, steeling yourself.

Slowly, carefully, you slipped through the window, gripping the ledge. You took a deep breath, saying a silent prayer, and began to climb down the rough stone wall.

The convent was quiet, the only sounds were the wind rustling through the trees and the faint chirping of birds. Your hands were numb, fingers cramped, but you gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to keep going.

Just as your foot found purchase on the ledge below, you heard a shout. Startled, you lost your balance, the stone slipping from under your foot.

You fell, hitting the ground with a sickening thud, a searing pain shooting through your body. A scream rose in your throat, but no sound came. The world spun, a blinding light flashing in your eyes.

Hands grabbed you, shaking you, pulling you to your feet. Dizzy, you looked up, blinking, and saw the blurred face of sister Margaret.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice frantic.

You took a breath, forcing the pain aside, and shook your head. "No...I'm fine."

"What were you doing?" she demanded, anger and fear mixing in her voice.

You glanced at her, then away, unable to meet her eyes. "Leaving," you whispered, knowing that the truth would hurt her.

"I was afraid you would say that," she said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "Come,"

"I can't," you pleaded, desperation rising inside you. "Please, just let me go. This is my choice."

"It's not a choice, sister," she replied firmly, gripping your arm and leading you towards the chapel. "You have sinned, and now, you will face the consequences."

She dragged you through the courtyard, ignoring your protests, and you knew it was useless. You had no choice but to accept your fate.

Mother Mathilde was waiting, her expression hard and unforgiving. She stood, towering over you, a figure of unyielding judgment.

"You have betrayed God and your sisters," she began, her voice cold and full of fury. "For that, you must be punished."

Sister Margaret pushed you down onto your knees, the hard floor bruising. You looked up at Mother Mathilde, tears blurring your vision, the weight of her words a heavy burden.

"Please, I.. I didn't mean to..."

"Silence!" she shouted, cutting you off. "Do you think I'm blind to your indiscretions?"

You lowered your head, a quiet sob escaping. "Please, forgive me..."

"Forgiveness is not given freely," she said, her voice hard. "It must be earned. You will atone for your sins through suffering."

Your head snapped up, and you stared at her, fear and desperation coursing through you.

"Take off your habit and robe, you are not deserving of such garments," she commanded, her eyes blazing.

"Please, I can't," you begged, but Sister Margaret tugged the clothing from you, baring your flesh, exposing your shame.

Mother Mathilde leaned down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at her. "You have brought darkness upon us all, and now, it is time to purge it," she spat, her eyes burning with anger.

Tears streamed down your face, the humiliation and regret a painful reminder of your sins.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, pleading with her, but she turned away, ignoring you. She nodded at sister Margaret, and a heavy metal collar was placed around your neck, the cold bite of iron against your skin.

"Take her outside, to the square," Mother Mathilde instructed, her voice laced with disgust.

You were hauled to your feet, the chain connecting to the collar yanked sharply, forcing you to stumble after sister Margaret. The other nuns followed, their faces shadowed and grim, and you felt the weight of their judgment pressing down on you.

The sun felt too bright, the air too sharp, as you were led into the village center. A crowd was already gathering, word spreading quickly about your punishment. You looked around, desperately searching for a friendly face, but there was no one.

The chain was fastened to a post in the middle of the square, the rough wood rubbing against your skin as sister Margaret secured it tightly.

"Behold!" Mother Mathilde's voice rang out, cutting through the murmur of the crowd. "The wages of sin."

There was a ripple of gasps and murmurs as the people gathered closer, staring at you, their faces twisted with disgust and fear.

"Confess your sins, before I send you to meet the Lord," Mother Mathilde commanded, her voice echoing off the surrounding buildings.

"I...I gave myself to a demon," you stammered, shame washing over you as the words left your lips.

The crowd murmured, a low, angry buzz. You lowered your head, tears stinging your eyes.

"And what did the demon do to you?" Mother Mathilde pressed, her voice filled with malice.

You took a breath, feeling the weight of the chains holding you in place. "He...he seduced me. He used my body for his own pleasure."

"Whore! Harlot!" someone shouted from the crowd, the words a harsh and ugly accusation.

"Speak the name of this demon, this devil among men," Mother Mathilde ordered, her eyes boring into you.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak his name, the shame and guilt too raw and overwhelming. "I can't," you whispered, shaking your head.

"You will," Mother Mathilde insisted, her voice full of rage. "You will name the demon who corrupted you, or I will have your tongue cut out and fed to the pigs."

A wave of nausea rose within you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing the world to disappear. But the pressure remained, the iron collar tight around your neck as the crowd was grew louder, their voices raised in anger and fear. You closed your eyes, struggling to breathe as you spoke his name.

"Elijah Mikaelson," you finally whispered, the words barely audible.

The crowd erupted in shocked gasps and cries, a surge of fear and anger rippling through them.

"The Mikaelsons are demons, all of them!" a voice shouted, the words punctuated by a chorus of agreement. "They have brought evil into our midst!"

Mother Mathilde glared at you, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "Then the judgment is clear. For the crime of consorting with demons, and for bringing their curse upon us, you will be cleansed with stone,"

She turned to the crowd, raising her hands in the air. "Let this serve as a lesson to all, that the wages of sin are death!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, a storm of angry shouts and jeers. The first blow was from a young boy in the front of the crowd, he picked up a smooth, heavy rock and hurled it, the sharp edge catching your shoulder.

You cried out, stumbling under the force, the pain radiating down your arm. The next blow hit your chest, stealing the air from your lungs. You doubled over, the blows coming faster and faster, each one more brutal than the last.

Your world was reduced to nothing but pain, the rocks slamming into you, the chains holding you in place. You begged, screamed, pleaded, prayed, but the stones kept coming, the blows raining down on you, merciless.

You had abandoned God, and now he was abandoning you.

The rocks kept coming, tearing through your flesh, the blood streaming down your body. Each blow was a cruel and vicious punishment, and the crowd cheered, their voices ringing in your ears.

You fell to the ground, the stones striking you, tearing into you. Your world was a sea of red and pain, a never-ending cycle of suffering. Until the last stone was thrown, by the hand of Mother Mathilde herself.

You felt it strike your temple, the impact sending you spinning into darkness.

As the world slipped away, you had one final thought.

Elijah.

Elijah stood near the entrance of an old church, the crime scene tape fluttering in the wind. It was dark, the moon and stars hidden by the clouds, the air thick with humidity and the smell of death.

His gaze swept over the surrounding area, taking in the tall trees and dense foliage. Everything was eerily quiet, the only sound the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Klaus was reading the crime scene report out loud, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "... Victim was found hanging upside down from the altar cross, her throat slashed. Blood was used to paint the walls, a message written in Latin."

"A sacrifice," Elijah murmured, his eyes narrowing, his stomach twisting.

"No, just a psycho," Klaus corrected, rolling his eyes. "Apparently the murderer is fond of leaving little notes."

"What did the note say?" Elijah asked, his pulse quickening.

Klaus rattled off the words, frowning as he translated them from Latin. "Lord God Almighty, light and truth, we beseech Thee, that Thou mayest drive away every unclean spirit, every deceitful demon, every foe of our immortal souls. Hallow this place and our hearts with Thy light and strength."

"An exorcism," Elijah muttered, his frown deepening.

Cami cleared her throat, she leaned into Klaus as she glanced at the crime scene report over his shoulder. "That kind of twisted thinking doesn’t come from nowhere. There’s a deep-seated belief system here, maybe even a distorted sense of duty. This is someone who believes they’re acting in service of a higher power."

Elijah clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with anger. "This has nothing to do with my wife,"

"Maybe, maybe not," Cami shrugged, her gaze softening. "But it does point to a connection between her murder and these others. If the killer is targeting women who look like her, we have to consider the possibility."

"No," Elijah hissed, his voice laced with venom. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Brother," Klaus said, his tone careful. "There's a pattern. You can't ignore it,"

"It doesn't matter," Elijah snapped, his voice rising. "We need to find a way to bring her back, that's the priority."

"Guys, down here!" Marcel's voice called out, interrupting the tense moment.

He was crouched on the ground, examining a patch of dirt. A trail of dried blood led towards a stone wall.

Marcel followed it, running his hands over the surface of the wall. There were cracks, and he slipped his fingers inside one, a frown forming on his face.

"There's a door," he murmured, pulling it open, revealing a set of stairs leading down into the darkness.

"A cellar?" Elijah guessed, his brow furrowing.

Marcel nodded, his expression wary, he looked at the others.

"Let's go," Elijah said, a chill running down his spine.

The air smelled musty, stale. It was cool and damp, the shadows clinging to the walls like a blanket.

Elijah stepped inside, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. He could feel the darkness pressing in, the faint whisper of voices on the wind. Marcel was close behind him, with Klaus protectively hovering beside Cami, keeping her shielded from the unknown.

"This place gives me the creeps," Cami mumbled, shivering.

"Stay close," Klaus muttered, his arm sliding around her shoulders.

They followed the path, the stairs spiraling down into the earth, the air growing more oppressive, the temperature dropping.

After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the bottom. Elijah felt a sense of foreboding, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He couldn't explain it, but there was a dark energy here, a malevolence that clung to the air.

"I can't see anything," Marcel complained, his tone laced with frustration.

"Hold on," Elijah said, he felt around the walls until he found a torch attached to the stone, pulling it off and striking it against the wall.

A flame sparked to life, illuminating the room.

Elijah raised the torch, his eyes adjusting to the sudden light, his breath catching in his throat.

"What the hell is this?" Marcel whispered, his eyes widening.

The room was littered with long dead candles, moss climbed the walls, and bones were scattered across the floor. Blood was splattered on the walls, dried and brown.

Cami gasped, pressing her face into Klaus' chest, trembling.

Klaus held her close, his jaw clenching, a growl rumbling in his chest.

In the center of the room was a large cross, and upon it was a woman, a dead vampire. Her skin gray and covered in dark veins, her hands and feet nailed to the wood, her eyes wide open, glassy and unseeing.

Elijah's eyes were locked on the corpse, a terrible dread settling in his stomach. He recognized her, a face out of time.

On the floor next to her was another body, a wooden stake driven through her chest. It was clear that it was self inflicted, her hands not far from the weapon.

Your phantom stepped out from behind the cross, and Elijah's eyes widened, his breath hitching.

"Hello, husband," You smiled at him, tilting your head. Dressed in your nun's habit, the very same one you were wearing when he met you, the very same one the vampire corpses were wearing. "Do you remember them? What you made me do to them?"

Elijah shook his head, taking a step back.

"This is all your fault, Eli," you purred, your gaze burning into him.

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling.

"You corrupted me, made me drink their blood, made me crave it," you continued, your smile turning cruel.

"No," he whispered, his voice choked, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Yes," you replied, the word harsh, full of hate.

Klaus frowned, glancing at Elijah, his brow furrowed. He was muttering to himself, his gaze locked on the wall behind the crucified vampire.

"What is it, brother?" Klaus asked, his voice tense.

Elijah didn't respond, he was lost in the nightmare, trapped in the memories.

"Elijah" Klaus called, his concern growing.

Elijah blinked, tearing his gaze away from you, his eyes focusing on his brother.

"C-can you see her?" He asked, his voice strained, a desperate edge to it.

"See who?" Klaus asked, his confusion mounting.

"My wife," he whispered, his throat tight.

"She's not here, brother," Klaus said gently, his eyes full of sadness.

"But-" Elijah started, turning to look at you.

You were gone.

He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, his eyes stinging.

"There's something written on the wall," Cami pointed out, her voice trembling.

Elijah's gaze shifted to the wall where Cami pointed. In faint, jagged script, words were smeared in dried blood:

'In nomine eius quae nos decepit. In nomine eius quae nos corrupit. Tandem est purgata. Nunc quiescimus, missio sancta completa est. Salutem invenire possimus,'

Elijah felt a weight press down on him, his mind racing to translate the Latin. 

'In the name of her who deceived us. In the name of her who corrupted us. She has finally been cleansed. We rest now, the holy mission is complete. May we find salvation,'

The words struck him like a blow, each syllable carrying the weight of a fanatic’s conviction. His eyes darted between the two bodies sprawled on the cold stone floor. Mother Mathilde and Sister Margaret, both transformed into vampires. They had killed you, after all these centuries, they had gotten their revenge.

Elijah felt the world fall out from under him, his knees buckling, his mind reeling.

"You should have left me alone, Eli," your voice echoed in his mind.

"Elijah?" Cami said softly, placing a hand on his arm, concern etched on her features.

"It was them," he whispered, his eyes stinging with unshed tears, his heart aching. "They were the ones who killed her."

Klaus stiffened, his eyes darkening. "You mean to tell me, these two corpses were responsible for her death?"

Elijah nodded, his jaw clenching. "And now, they're dead too.”

Klaus stiffened, a wave of realization hitting him. "How could that be possible?"

Elijah turned to him, his face ashen, eyes haunted. "You tell me, you were the one drinking every villager dry!"

Elijah looked away, his gaze sweeping over the morbid scene. His heart was pounding in his chest, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

He could feel the rage boiling in his veins, a dark, powerful fury threatening to consume him. His fists clenched, and he let out a roar, lashing out at the closest thing to him. His knuckles slammed into the stone wall, shattering bone and splitting the skin. Blood dripped from his hand, but he barely noticed, his anger too intense to be soothed by the pain.

Marcel grabbed Cami, pulling her behind him, shielding her.

Klaus stared at his brother, shock and concern etched on his face.

"Elijah," Cami said, her voice quiet. "This isn't your fault,"

"Isn't it?" Elijah hissed, whirling around to face him. "Don't you get it? They killed her!" He pointed at the two bodies, his voice shaking, his eyes wild with grief and rage. "After all this time... She turned them by mistake... and they must have tracked her down..."

"Elijah," Klaus said softly, stepping closer, his hands raised, palms facing outward.

"No!" Elijah shouted, pushing his brother away, his eyes blazing. "She's dead because of me!"

Klaus stumbled back, his expression stunned.

Elijah took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, his eyes closed. His hand throbbed, blood trickling down his wrist, soaking into his sleeve. He looked down at it, his jaw clenched, his mind reeling. Then he ran, darting up the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the stone.

Klaus started to follow him, but Cami put her hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Let him go," she murmured, her eyes filled with compassion.

Klaus sighed, his shoulders slumping, a grimace of resignation twisting his lips. "This is bad, Camille."

"I know," she replied, her brow furrowing.

"How the bloody hell could they have turned into vampires?" he asked, his confusion mounting.

"Sometimes, snatch, eat, erase, has unintended consequences," Marcel mused, a scowl on his face.

Klaus felt a pang of regret, he had never really reflected about his time in the village. Him and Kol spent most of it drinking their fill of the locals. It was a blur, his memory of it hazy and vague, like a drunken dream. He had no idea that his carelessness could have caused something like this.

Cami wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He held her close, burying his face in her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Marcel watched them, his expression unreadable. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on the nuns' corpses, his stomach churning.

"Come on, let's get the hell out of here," he said, his voice strained.

"Right," Klaus agreed, taking Cami's hand, following Marcel up the stairs, and out into the night.

Elijah was nowhere to be seen, and Klaus didn't know where to begin looking for him. He had hoped that finding answers could ease his brother's burden, but instead, the truth had only served to deepen the wounds. There was no revenge to be had, and no one to blame but themselves.

13th century Europe

Death, it seemed, was a cold and endless void.

There was nothing... no light, no sound, no sensation. You drifted, suspended in an empty silence, time slipping away without meaning or measure.

But then, something broke through the emptiness. A gentle thumping, rhythmic and insistent, reaching out to you. It called to you, pulling you back.

Your heart.

Painfully, slowly, you felt consciousness returning, a heavy ache settling into your bones. Yet even as you opened your eyes, the darkness did not fade. Silence pressed around you, thick and unyielding, no hint of life.

You lifted a hand, reaching out and felt smooth wood just above your face. Your fingers moved to the sides, finding more planks, enclosing you in every direction. The realization struck, and a choked sob escaped your lips. You were trapped, buried alive, encased in wood and darkness.

A wave of panic gripped you, and you clawed desperately at the wood, splinters digging into your skin as you scratched, feeling the rough surface bite back. The air was stale, thick with the scent of earth. You were suffocating, the weight of the grave pressing in, sealing you away from life.

You were so hungry.

It was a hunger beyond anything you had ever known. It gnawed at your insides, a feverish craving that burned through you, leaving you weak and sick with need. You felt as though you might wither away, disappear into the dark if this hunger was not fed. And in the depths of your mind, one terrible thought rose, unbidden and irresistible.

Blood.

What had become of you? Was this hell? The punishment for your sins? You had failed. Failed God, failed yourself. Your body had been violated, desecrated, and now this was your fate. Condemned, starved, a monster craving blood.

But as the darkness closed in, and the hunger burned like fire, a muffled sound pierced the silence. A faint shuffling, a scraping, and then a loud thud. The wood above you cracked, dirt flooding in, dust filling the air.

Then, hands reached down, breaking through the wood and dirt, and grasping you by the shoulders. They pulled, dragging you out of the grave. The night air rushed in, cool and clean, filling your lungs with life. Above you, stars glittered in the dark sky, so beautiful, so bright it brought tears to your eyes.

A warm blanket wrapped around you, and a voice, soft and familiar, murmured reassurances. Strong arms lifted you, cradling you against a broad chest, carrying you away from the grave’s embrace.

Through the haze, you looked up and met Elijah’s eyes.

His gaze was intense, shadowed with worry, his face softened in relief. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, and as your vision blurred, his words echoed in your mind.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his voice a balm against the terror that lingered in your heart. “Everything will be alright now, I promise you."

When Bonnie's house came into view, the first thing Rebekah saw was a distinctive figure sitting on the step. She expected he would turn up sooner or later, figuring Stefan had alerted him the moment they left the Grill.

"Is that who I think it is?" Kol asked, his smile widening. "Another bloody Salvatore."

"Well, aren't we popular," Rebekah mused.

They pulled into the driveway and parked, stepping out of the car and walking towards the porch.

"Hey there, Damon," Kol greeted, grinning. "Lovely evening for a visit, isn't it?"

Damon cast a glance at him, but his gaze remained fixed on Rebekah.

"How can I help you?" Damon asked, his voice low, his expression hard.

"Well, for starters, you can leave," Rebekah retorted, crossing her arms. "This is a private matter."

"You can't hurt Bonnie," Damon snapped, his jaw clenching. "Not without going through me."

"Who said anything about hurting her?" Kol quipped, tilting his head.

"Get off of her porch," Damon replied, his voice edged with warning.

Before Damon could blink, Kol's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. In a single swift motion, he slammed Damon's face down onto the wooden steps, shoving him hard against the boards. The sound of bone meeting wood echoed in the quiet.

"You certainly have the confidence of a madman," Kol chuckled, pressing his knee into the back of Damon's neck, keeping him pinned.

Damon groaned, trying to pull away, but Kol dragged him back, forcing him to his knees at the base of the stairs.

"Bonnie Bennett?" Rebekah called, her voice cutting through the tension. "I know you're in there, I can hear your heartbeat."

"Don't answer," Damon growled, struggling beneath Kol's hold.

The door creaked open, and Bonnie stood there, just behind the threshold, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the three of them.

"What do you want?"

"We’ve come to ask a favor, love. But your friend here is being rather rude," Kol said, his grip tightening on the back of Damon's neck, amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Let him go," Bonnie ordered, her tone sharp.

"Come outside," Kol demanded, his smile widening.

"Bonnie, don't," Damon hissed through gritted teeth, his muscles tensing against Kol’s hold.

"It's fine, Damon," Bonnie replied, stepping out onto the porch, her gaze wary.

"Good," Kol purred, leaning close, his lips brushing the shell of Damon's ear. "If you move, I'll rip your head off."

Damon snarled, his eyes flashing, but he stayed still, his muscles quivering with barely restrained rage.

"There's a good lad," Kol grinned, releasing his grip, stepping back and away.

"Now," Rebekah said, moving closer to the steps, her eyes locking with Bonnie's. "What do you know about resurrection spells?"

Bonnie let out a humorless laugh, crossing her arms. "No. Absolutely not."

"Come now," Kol drawled, his eyes glittering. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Not a chance," Bonnie answered, her jaw clenching. "Even if I could perform a spell that complex, and believe me, I can't, I wouldn't do it."

"Why the hell not?" Rebekah asked, her brow furrowing.

"Look, even if I was inclined to help you, and I'm not," Bonnie shrugged, shaking her head. "A spell like that, the cost is too high. It's not worth it."

"I'm sure we could work something out," Kol smirked, his gaze sweeping over her. He reached out and grabbed Damon by the collar of his jacket, yanking him to his feet. "Maybe a little incentive for you, hmm?"

"Leave him alone," Bonnie warned, her eyes narrowing.

"I would if you'd be reasonable," Kol chuckled, his tone light, a dark edge to his words. "We could do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice, darling."

The sound of tires squealing against pavement drew their attention, and Bonnie looked to the street, a sigh escaping her as she realized who it was.

Stefan came bounding up the steps and onto the porch, his gaze dark, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Let him go," he demanded, his eyes locked on Damon.

"Oh, Stef," Kol purred, his smile widening, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I was hoping you'd show up,"

"Stefan," Damon warned, his brow furrowing, his voice low.

"You have two seconds to back the hell off, before I make you," Stefan said, his voice laced with threat.

"What is with the hostility?" Kol scoffed, his brow raising. "I'm just having a little fun,"

Rebekah stepped between them, her arms raised, her gaze flickering from her brother to Stefan. "Everyone relax, this isn't getting us anywhere."

"Tell your brother to let go of my brother," Stefan replied, his voice cold.

"You heard him," Rebekah said, glaring at her sibling, her jaw clenched.

"Fine," Kol muttered, shoving Damon towards his brother. "No need to get testy."

Damon stumbled, but Stefan grabbed him, steadying him, his arm wrapping protectively around his shoulder.

"Let's try this again," Rebekah sighed, looking at Bonnie. "We need your help resurrecting our sister in law, and you're the only person I can think of who can actually do it."

"I can't," Bonnie insisted, her brow furrowing.

"Can't or won't?" Rebekah countered, her eyes narrowing.

"Both," Bonnie snapped, a note of frustration in her voice. "I know better than to mess with forces I can't control."

"Oh please," Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We're immortal, darling. If anyone can control those forces, it's us."

"Look, I'm sorry about your sister in law, really, I am," Bonnie sighed, her shoulders slumping, a pang of sympathy flitting across her features. "But there are always consequences, and they're usually catastrophic."

"That's a chance we're willing to take," Rebekah said, her tone earnest. "You don't have to worry about any fallout, whatever happens, we'll deal with it. All I'm asking is that you consider it."

"I'm sorry," Bonnie shook her head, her brow furrowing. "My answer is no."

"Miss Bennett," a familiar voice called, the sound of footsteps approaching.

All eyes turned to the man walking up the driveway, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his gaze intent, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Elijah," Bonnie breathed, her heart skipping a beat, a sense of dread settling in her stomach.

"I will only ask you this once," Elijah said, his voice steady, a glint of steel in his eyes. "Do as we request, and no harm will come to you or your friends."

A tense silence settled over the porch as Elijah’s words hung in the air, his calm tone laced with an unspoken threat. Bonnie took a step back, her heart pounding, but her gaze held steady.

“Elijah,” Stefan said, his voice low and tense, moving protectively in front of Bonnie. “You don’t want to do this.”

Elijah’s gaze shifted to Stefan, his face a mask of cold composure. “I assure you, Stefan, I am quite certain of what I want.”

Damon stepped forward, positioning himself beside his brother, his jaw clenched. “And we’re certain Bonnie’s not doing anything for you or your twisted family reunion.”

A flicker of something darker passed over Elijah’s face, but he remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the Salvatores.

Rebekah looked between them, an amused smirk playing on her lips, she glanced at her brother.

Kol shrugged, his brow furrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"We don't need the witch's cooperation," Kol said, his gaze turning back to Elijah, his voice filled with amusement. "We could just take her."

"You're not taking anyone," Damon snapped, his voice low, a growl rumbling in his chest.

"Damon," Stefan murmured, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder, his expression grim. "Not a good idea."

"Listen to your brother," Kol smirked, his eyes glittering. "This is none of your business."

"Everything happening in this town is our business," Damon replied, his gaze sharp.

"Is that so?" Kol laughed, a dark edge to his words.

"It is," Damon retorted, his brow furrowing, his hands curling into fists.

"Enough," Elijah said, his voice soft, but authoritative. He turned his gaze back to Bonnie, his eyes filled with a mix of resolve and grief. "Miss Bennett, my wife is dead. And while I do not wish to threaten you, I will not allow anything or anyone to stand in the way of her return."

Bonnie hesitated, her eyes searching his, a chill running down her spine at the look in his eyes. She could feel the weight of his stare, a deep sadness, and a deep rage, burning in the depths of his gaze.

"I can't," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"I DON'T CARE," Elijah yelled, his voice booming like a thunderclap. "DO IT."

Bonnie jumped at his outburst. She had never feared the Mikaelsons before, not even when they were threatening her, but the look in Elijah's eyes was beyond anything she had ever seen. A deep, aching sorrow and desperation, mingled with a primal rage, all focused on her.

Damon scoffed, stepping up beside Stefan, his defiance barely masking the unease in his eyes. “So that’s it? You’ll sacrifice everyone and everything just to get what you want?”

Elijah’s gaze flicked toward him, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You know nothing of what I have sacrificed.”

Damon’s lips curled into a smirk, though his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Yeah, well, I don’t care how ancient or heartbroken you are. Bonnie’s not your pawn, and we’re done playing along.”

Without warning, Elijah grabbed Bonnie's wrists, shackling them and suppressing her magic. Her body went rigid as her mind tried to process what was happening as Damon lunged, his fist aimed straight for Elijah’s face. But Elijah was faster. In a flash, he sidestepped, grabbing Damon’s arm and twisting it behind his back, forcing him down to his knees.

Stefan’s face darkened, and he rushed forward to free his brother, but Elijah’s other hand shot out, gripping Stefan by the throat, holding both brothers captive with terrifying ease.

“Elijah, stop!” Rebekah shouted, alarm replacing the earlier tension in her voice.

Elijah didn’t answer. His expression was cold, detached, a shadow of the man they knew. He brought Stefan's face close to his, his pupils dilating as he stared him down.

"Rip out your brother's heart," he said, his tone calm, almost casual as he compelled Stefan.

Stefan struggled, fighting against the compulsion, a growl rumbling in his chest. Elijah let go of his neck, still holding Damon in place with his other hand. Stefan’s face contorted with the effort to resist Elijah’s command, his hand shaking as it moved involuntarily toward Damon’s chest. Damon’s eyes widened with alarm as he felt his brother’s fingers pressing against his ribs, the pressure building, his breath quickening.

Stefan screamed in anguish, his mind fighting against the compulsion, his arm trembling. But no matter how hard he fought, the magic coursed through him, pushing his arm forward.

"Stop!" Bonnie cried, panic seizing her as she watched Stefan's hand dig deeper into his brother's chest. She moved to rush towards them, but Kol was quicker, pulling her away.

"I wouldn't recommend that, love," Kol whispered, his grip tightening as she tried to fight him off.

“Elijah, please,” Bonnie’s voice shook, her eyes pleading. “This won’t bring her back. It won’t change anything.”

For the briefest of moments, Elijah’s resolve flickered. The pain in Bonnie’s voice seemed to cut through the haze of rage and desperation that clouded his mind, and the realization of what he was doing hit him. But then the memory of your dead body flashed in his mind, and the grief consumed him once again.

"Finish it," Elijah ordered, his voice a low, commanding rumble.

"NO!" Damon shouted, his face contorting with rage, his muscles straining against Elijah's grip.

Stefan's eyes met his brother's, and all he could see was the pain and fear in them, before they dimmed. He knew there was no fighting it, and the moment his fingers wrapped around Damon's beating heart, he accepted his fate.

Damon gasped, a strangled cry escaping him as Stefan began to pull his heart from his chest.

"I'm sorry," Stefan whispered, tears streaming down his face, his eyes locking with Damon's one last time.

Then, with a single, powerful jerk, Stefan ripped his brother's heart from his chest, blood pouring out over his hand. Damon's body fell to the ground, a sickening thud echoing through the night.

Bonnie screamed, the sound piercing the silence, her eyes wide with shock. Kol's grip tightened, holding her still, his other hand covering her mouth to stifle her cries. His expression was a mix of awe and revulsion, but he kept her pressed against him, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention.

Rebekah stood frozen, a wave of horror and guilt washing over her. She could feel the hot tears stinging her eyes, her throat constricting, the blood draining from her face. She looked at her brother, hoping for some sign of mercy, some trace of humanity, but his face was a blank mask, devoid of feeling.

Stefan, still compelled, released Damon’s heart and stared down at his own bloodstained hands in horror as the compulsion faded. He fell to his knees beside Damon’s body, shaking uncontrollably, his expression vacant as the reality of what he had just done settled in.

“Elijah,” Rebekah’s voice was a shaky whisper, her face ashen as she struggled to find the brother she had known. “What have you done?”

Elijah turned to her, his expression unreadable, his eyes empty. “What was necessary.”

“Necessary?” Rebekah’s voice cracked, a tear slipping down her cheek as she took a step toward him. “This… this isn’t you, Elijah. This… this is madness.”

Bonnie wrenched herself free from Kol’s grip, her gaze blazing with fury and despair. "I will never, ever, help you," she snarled, her voice quivering with rage.

Elijah looked down at her, then looked to Stefan, still kneeling beside his brother's corpse, a look of agony and guilt twisting his face.

"Is that your final answer?" Elijah asked, his voice quiet.

"Yes," Bonnie answered, her heart hammering against her ribs, her breathing ragged.

"Very well," Elijah said, he grabbed Stefan by the neck, pulling him to his feet. Then, without hesitation, he plunged his hand into his chest, tearing out his heart.

"No!" Bonnie screamed, her voice breaking as she fell to her knees.

Stefan's body dropped to the floor, lifeless and broken, his eyes wide open, landing with a soft thud next to his brother.

"Elijah," Rebekah's voice trembled, her eyes wide and unseeing, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Take her," Elijah said, his eyes fixed on the witch. "And do not let her go."

Kol hesitated, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the bodies.

"Now, Kol," Elijah ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fine," Kol muttered, his brow furrowing as he approached Bonnie, his grip tightening on her shoulders.

"C'mon, love. Let's get this over with," he said to her softy, dragging her to her feet.

Bonnie didn't resist, her gaze locked on Elijah, the anger and hatred rolling off her in waves.

"We're going to do this, one way or another," Elijah told her, his voice calm, his eyes hard. "The only question is, how many more lives do you want to take before we get started?"

"I hate you," Bonnie said, her voice a harsh whisper.

"Yes, I imagine you do," Elijah answered, his expression unchanging. "But that doesn't matter, not now. What matters is getting my wife back."

Rebekah stood motionless, staring at the two corpses, her mind unable to process the horror that surrounded her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, her heart racing, the world around her spinning. The Salvatores were a pain in her side, and she had always thought them fools, but they didn't deserve this. The gravity of what had just happened was too heavy, too surreal to fully comprehend.

Kol and Rebekah watched their once noble, honorable brother, the north star of their family, turn to face them. But that guiding light was now gone, consumed by shadow. What stood before them was no longer their Elijah, but something else entirely.

A dark star, collapsing under its own weight, dragging everything into its relentless abyss.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Three}{Part Four}{Part Six}

[thedragonqueens]

Freya: You are my dream woman

Keelin: Aww, you're my dream woman too

*kiss*

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Marcel: You're the woman of my dreams

Rebekah: I'm the woman of dreams of everyone

[amournoir]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

pairing(s): elijah x reader

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warning(s): smut. vulgar language? 

author’s note: psa, this is my first smut-ish piece, don’t judge too harshly, please? i honestly hope it’s ok or at least decent. also, thanks so much for all the recent reblogs & hello to all the new followers! anywho, lmk what you think of this & happy reading! ♡ 

In over a thousand years, he never thought this would happen to him. Not only had he met the woman of his dreams but he had wed her as well. How could he not? He’d be an absolute fool to let her go. 

You and Elijah had been married for five years now and on top of that, you were now parents. No one doubted that the impeccably dressed noble original would be a wonderful father one day. 

Throughout your pregnancy, you still looked absolutely stunning. Everything you complained and picked on, only made your husband love you even more. You would always be perfect in his eyes. 

As your due date rolled closer, your mood shifted as expected. You were more impatient, easily irritated, and let’s not get started on the unending hunger urges. Even with all this, you still remained beautiful to him and he handled all of it with ease. The one thing that Elijah was not prepared for was your other hunger. Horny was too weak of a word to describe it. 

He experienced firsthand that you matched his energy during sex. Normally you’d tire and it would end after three or four rounds but not this time. Oh no. You could easily go all night with him and you did. It was only when your pregnancy was further along that you wouldn’t be up at all hours of the night out of fear of hurting your child. 

This made sense to the logical mind but not to you. If anything, you were even more insatiable in your later months. It was Elijah that had to stop on behalf of both of you otherwise he’d have caved each time. 

The weeks leading up to the birth became so unbearable, Freya had to give you daily doses of her witchy concoctions. The doses became hourly when the child was mere hours away. 

You gave birth with Freya and Rebekah helping you. Elijah was in the room as well, he wanted to cut the cord. For some reason, known only to him, it made him feel like he was truly a father now. In minutes he’d hold his son. 

Days after giving birth, you spent it recovering so Elijah took over everything else. He was ready for it, he had prepared since he found out you were pregnant and during it all. You guys were finally parents and both of you loved every single exhausting moment of it. 

You could always see your husband as a father but the image of him changing diapers and doing bath time was not what you pictured. Seeing it now so clearly made you love it even more. If you could magically birth more children, you would, just so that you could see this side of him. 

Your hunger had gone away and a very large part of you actually missed it. You only wished you could feel that way when you weren’t with child. Oh the amount of fun you two would have. The things you’d do and furniture you’d wreck. Just the thought turned you on. 

The newest and tiniest Mikaelson favored his father wholly. It was as though you weren’t the one that carried and birthed him. 

Days turned into weeks then months. Your son had grown and gone through each stage of childhood. From crawling to standing to walking. 

Little gates had started popping up all over the compound and all doors now had plastic circle covers. His siblings, brothers especially, had tripped over the gates more than once. Niklaus had often complained over his inability to open his bedroom door. 

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to get in now Elijah?!” Niklaus one day yelled. 

“I always knew you were a child brother but I had thought you could outsmart one. How is it that a thousand year old hybrid can’t manage a door?” Elijah said, doing his best to hide his smirk. 

“Yes Nik, it’s meant to keep children out. Not too surprised it works on you.” Kol chided, grinning from ear to ear. 

Rebekah heard her brothers from the end of the hallway so she walked over to see. She smiled to herself, watching her brother struggle with the door handle. Feeling pity, or petty, she strode over to him, expertly twisting the knob and opening the door. 

“There there, it’s alright, one day you’ll be a big boy and can do it all by yourself.” Rebekah spoke to her brother in the way one speaks to a child. 

“Hmph.” Niklaus huffed as he walked inside and slammed the door behind him. 

Months had passed and now your son was 10 months old. The family had just celebrated that a couple of days ago. You insisted on celebrating every month that your child grew and everyone was more than happy to indulge you. 

One day, you had a bit of a scare. The month before you had missed your period and now this month, it was late. You knew what it could mean but was silently hoping it didn’t. Digging through the bathroom cabinets, you found the stick. Without any thought at all, you tested and waited. To your dismay or relief, it wasn’t what you thought it’d be. 

Elijah had noticed that days prior you seemed different. You seemed worried but you didn’t mention it to him and he knew not to ask. At least not yet. Maybe what you needed was time and when you were ready, you’d speak to him. With that in mind, he didn’t question you but kept a close eye instead. 

“Eli? Are you busy?” You walked into his study that evening. 

“Never for you.” Elijah smiled. 

You didn’t know how to begin. Do I just blurt it out loud? You thought to yourself. 

He noticed your nervousness and instantly he was on his feet. Crossing the room to where you stood, he held your hand and remained quiet. Did something happen? Is she alright? He thought to himself. Whatever it was, they would deal with it, he was sure of it. 

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurted before your mind had time to stop your lips from moving. 

His brows knitted. He didn’t know you were pregnant or thinking of it. “Alright. Where is this coming from?” 

“I missed last month and I’m late this month so I thought to test it.” The words kept leaving your mouth faster than you preferred them to. 

“Are you okay with the result?” He was trying to gauge your thoughts. He didn’t want to say something to offend you. 

“Yeah. I think so.” You answered, not looking too sure of yourself. 

“It would be alright if you were. I’d love nothing more than for our family to grow.” Elijah reassured you, softly running his hands up and down your arms.  

“I’d love to have more kids but not yet, our son is still too young and we’ve just recently gotten the hang of parenthood.” You tried explaining to him. 

You were glad to hear that he wouldn’t be upset if you would have been pregnant so soon. You had been worried for nothing, of course he would understand. You wrapped your arms around your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the affection, rubbing your back in small circles. 

It had been time. You had spontaneously decided that today you would tackle the mess in your closet. You were going to put away your old clothes, including your maternity wear. 

Hours into it, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. You had spent so much time upstairs that your husband came to check up on you. You took your time folding each article of clothing as memories from the past flashed through your mind. 

Elijah now stood by the bedroom door, watching you put the clothes away. You had given up on sitting on the floor and was now on the bed with boxes of clothing next to the foot of it. You lifted one dress, a pale blue with white anchors on it and ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the dress. He gifted you this when you first started to show, in your second trimester, around the fourth month. 

He couldn’t help but miss how you looked. You were round and full. You still hadn’t noticed him yet but you felt a presence around you, upon looking up you saw him. He was leaning on the wooden door frame — arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge in the white dress shirt — as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture then lifted the dress up that was in your hands. 

“Is it alright if I said I miss this?” You asked him, furrowing your brows. 

“What would that be exactly?” He strolled in, strategically crossing through the maze of boxes on the floor. He made his way to where you were seated and stood in front of you. His fingers gently traced the dress, stopping at certain spots.

“Pregnancy. I miss how it felt.” You sucked in your lips, turning them to one side. 

“Darling I’m more than willing to change that. I must admit, I rather enjoyed how full you looked.” He emphasized on the word ‘full’. 

It didn’t escape you the tonality behind his voice. You knew damn well where this was going and had absolutely no intention of stopping it. 

“Oh really? What else did you enjoy?” Suddenly you let the dress slip from your fingers, letting it drop on the edge of the bed, already forgetting it. Your attention was now on him. 

“I would love to tell you but it seems we have a young gentleman in our midst.” Elijah tilted his head towards the other room where your toddler was standing at the door. 

Your son had woken up from his nap and now stood watching you both with a blanket in hand and thumb in his mouth. You blushed and quickly cleared your throat. My goodness, I was about to say something filthy in front of my child. You thought to yourself as Elijah walked over to his son. 

When he was close enough, he lowered himself down to his level and opened his arms. The little boy lazily waddled to his father as his small chubby feet padded on the carpeted wooden floors. Elijah, patient as ever, waited for his son to reach him and watched with a wide smile. 

“Daddy.” Alexander grinned widely, sleep still evident on his handsome face. 

“Well if it isn’t my little prince.” Elijah hugged his son tightly — one hand wrapped around his back and the other cradled Alex’s head closely to his own — and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He stood up with him, lowering his hand from Alex’s back in order to carry him comfortably in his arm. The little boy’s blanket was hanging on the side. 

Over his father’s shoulders, little Alex noticed you behind and instinctively extended his thumb sucking hand towards you. You smiled and obliged your son, getting off the bed as you made your way to them. You placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, making faces at him that made him giggle. 

That sound was what made Elijah feel alive. The laughter from his wife and son was easily his most treasured thing. Elijah shifted Alex so that he was holding him on his left side, leaving his other open. You walked from behind him and snuggled into the empty space to his right whilst your left arm wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably sandwiched between you and baby Alex. 

“Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good nap?” You asked, wiping the sleep crusts from Alex’s eyes. 

He nodded. He was old enough to understand words but hadn’t begun responding. Although he was able to say a few words here and there. His uncles and aunts had started fighting over what words he should learn from the moment he uttered his parents’ names. 

Kol thought he should know his name next since it was easiest. Freya figured she was the oldest and hence had to know hers. 

Rebekah pointed out that she easily would be the best caretaker so she should spend more time with Alex so he can learn hers. Niklaus argued that he was the best and favorite so why not his name. 

The siblings started to argue anew. Who knew that the big bad Mikaelson family would fight over a toddler? 

“Will he sleep at night? He took a nap awfully late.” Elijah asked you. 

“Klaus would’ve argued against waking him.” You smiled at the thought. 

Earlier that day, they had been watching Alex’s favorite show and Niklaus didn’t have the heart to wake his nephew so he let him sleep. He figured he’d sleep better in his bed. 

“I do like that they get along.” Elijah smiled at the thought. He loved how involved his siblings were. They would drop everything for Alex, even if they weren’t asked to. 

“Well why wouldn’t they? Our boy is absolutely lovely.” You leaned forward and stepped on your tiptoes to kiss your son’s forehead. “Besides, Nik is much gentler and sweeter than he’d like to admit.” 

It was true. Alexander Beau Mikaelson had stolen everyone’s heart. Handsome like his father — as his namesake — and kind-hearted like his mother. Playful like Uncle Kol, sweet as Auntie Bex, artistic as Uncle Nik, and determined like his Auntie Rey. 

Judging from the orange and yellow hues, the sun had begun to set. Normally it would be time for Alex’s bedtime routine to begin but he had just woken up. Instead you figured you might as well get started on his meal as Elijah gave him a bath. 

He was still far too young to eat any full meals but often you’d mash his food for him. You would put it on a plate and let him pick it up himself. Most times he finished all of it, other times he picked around. His favorite meal were fruits, all sorts. 

Alex hadn’t been exposed to sugary treats yet but one morning Niklaus snuck a beignet away to give to his nephew. From that day onwards, the little boy was obsessed. It became the only thing he wanted every single moment but you restricted that to one a day. 

“Oh come on! Let the boy have some. How can he possibly live in New Orleans but hasn’t tasted beignets?!” Niklaus exclaimed when he was caught by Elijah. 

“Niklaus, you bought a dozen of them.” Elijah pointed out. 

“Well honestly he ate the majority of it.” Niklaus smirked. As if his older brother would believe his toddler ate anything more than 2.

“Of course he did. Next you’ll tell me he bribed the pastry store and threatened to receive ‘free beignets for life or else’?” Elijah quoted the words of one of the staff. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Was all Niklaus said as he walked away with a knowing smile. 

You detach yourself from Elijah’s side and head into the bedroom Alex had come from. There you searched through one of the many drawers for nighttime clothes. It was autumn and it was getting chilly outside. 

You needed something warm for him to wear but all his clothes were getting smaller. It saddened you that he was getting older. Soon he’d need a brand new wardrobe which meant he wouldn’t be a child anymore. If there was a way to freeze this moment, you would. 

You absentmindedly sifted through drawer after drawer, nothing appealed to you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a baby blue footie pajama with white clouds and tiny bears sitting on them. The clothing also had a hood with bear-like ears, your heart practically squeezed at the sight. 

Lifting the outfit, you were finally content with, you started placing all of the things on the bed. The footie pajama, a little beanie, socks, diapers, lotion, and a tan binky with a white marbled clip. You thought it was a bit excessive to have an extra hat and socks even though the pajama had it but he was a tiny tot. Children often had a different temperature than adults, if it was cold to you, it’d be freezing to him.  

Once you were happy with your findings, you arranged them for Elijah– smiling at your work. You then left the room and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had already been made hours ago, all that was needed was to plate his food. The cupboard next to the cooker was filled with utensils and dinnerware only for him. It was there where you found a plate, cup and a spoon. 

Before plating the meal, you located his high chair and pulled it to the side of the dining table. You returned to the kitchen and scooped one spoonful of rice, a ladleful of the chicken stew, and a handful of strawberries that you cut into slices and removed the stems prior to putting all of it on his sectioned plate. 

By the time you had put his plate on the high chair — making sure it was suctioned on the surface along with the cup — you could hear the footsteps. Right on time you see Elijah walking in with a very cozy looking baby in his arms. You reach for your own plates on the island counter and return with them, putting one in front of your husband and the other in front of your seat. 

“It smells absolutely divine in here.” He comments as he buckles his son in his seat before taking his own. 

You were back in the kitchen looking for Alex’s sippy cup. Once you found it, you filled it with the juice then headed back to the dining room. Taking a seat and placing his cup on his chair, you turned to your husband, “I made his favorite. I wanted to make something else but I knew it’d be a fight to get him to eat it.” 

Elijah reached for the wine in the clear bowl filled with ice and expertly opened it, pouring a glass for the both of you. His siblings were all busy for the evening, each one had plans with their significant others as well. Tonight was only for you, Elijah, and Alex. 

As he handed you your glass, his hand lingered on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you darling.” 

You smiled at the small gesture and soon all three of you began eating. Baby Alex ate his fruits more than his main meal which found a home on the floor, his chin, and the high chair tray. He had eaten some of it but it was obvious he had no desire to finish the rest. You knew immediately how this would end, either you took the tray away or it’d turn into a food fight soon. 

Elijah decided to clear the table whilst you cleaned up your son. This is what parenthood was all about, teamwork. Everything you two did was in tandem. It was exhausting and quickly got repetitive but just one look at that little boy made it all worth it. Seeing him fed, cleaned, happy, safe, and so on is what motivated you both. 

Tonight felt different to you, you didn’t know why but it just was. Your husband had finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room in record time, per usual, and so had you. Alex was now in the living room with you — sat between your legs — playing with his toys. Each time you thought he was distracted and tried to change the channel, he’d instantly look up and whine at the lack of cartoons. You, as the caring and loving mother that you were, obliged and returned it back to the animations. 

“Sweetheart you’re playing with your toys, can’t I use the tv?” You asked as you looked down at him.  

“Toons?” Was all he asked in return. He knew what you were asking him but he had a question of his own. 

“I put it for you already.” You pointed up at the screen. “See?” 

He turned around and faced you fully, leaning his head on your stomach. He gestured with his fingers ‘thank you’ in sign language. You had been teaching him that since he couldn’t speak in full sentences yet. 

You tapped your chin once with your hand then extended it out in front of you as a way of saying ‘you’re welcome’. Baby Alex had been a fast learner and although you fully enjoyed his willingness to learn, you preferred it if he would talk instead. You and Elijah had started weaning him off slowly by speaking to him like a person and including him in things which gave him opportunities to speak or even ask. 

Elijah walked in the room and smiled at the sight of both of you. Alex was still seated between your legs, his head laid on your abdomen as he watched his toons. Your husband made himself comfortable on the floor next to you. He gently pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. His fingers found their way to your dark brown tresses and combed through leisurely. 

You have no idea how long you had been sitting down there but by the slowly rising chest of your son and his soft breaths, you knew he had fallen asleep. Elijah looked at you silently and shook his head. In mere seconds, Alex was in his father’s arms and they were now standing. 

“Goodnight my sweet boy.” You too were also on your feet, placing a kiss on his cheek as you whispered, “I love you.”

Elijah carefully walked in front of you as he made his way up the stairs and navigated through the house to Alex’s room. You had followed behind but made a right turn and entered your shared bedroom. With a sigh, you strolled to your closet in search of nightwear. Soon enough you were in the massive bathroom with your clothes and fresh towel in hand. 

You didn’t hear your husband enter the bedroom or call for you, the running water of the shower drowned him out. It wasn’t until you were about to undress that you saw him at the bathroom door, watching you. 

“Please, go on. I’d hate to stop you.” He said in a very innocent way but the look in his eye was anything but. 

“You’re watching?” 

“My dear it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He answered right as you slowly began unbuttoning your shirt until your black lace bra was visible. 

You had no problem with him watching you but you weren’t used to him doing nothing. He’d normally talk or tease you, at times he’d join in the stripping but this made you feel shy all of a sudden. He stood at the door completely silent as he unashamedly undressed you with his eyes. If he wanted a show, that’s exactly what he’d get. Something about that look in his eyes gave you newfound confidence. 

You decided to maintain eye contact as you undid the button on your jeans then tugged the zipper down. It was completely unnecessary but you were going to draw this out as long as possible. Shifting from one hip to the next, the pair of pants slowly lowered and once they reached your knees, you thought of kicking them off but that didn’t seem sexy. So instead you opted to bend down — showing off that beautiful arch of your back — and pulled each pant leg out one at a time. 

You raised yourself up slowly and peeked over at your husband. His eyes were glued to your movements, they followed you around hungrily but quietly. To be sure that you had his full attention, your fingers lightly grazed over your underwear and instantly his eyes flickered there. Good. You had him where you wanted him. Reaching back, your fingers knew their job and unclasped your bra with no issue. You didn’t bother to make this attractive, instead you just let the piece of lingerie drop on the white tilted bathroom floor. Your fingers were just as quick to remove the underwear before your husband could because you knew it’d end up torn instead. 

So there you stood before him, fully naked. Your body was not that of a model’s, not even close, but you loved it either way. Your boobs were large enough to fit perfectly in his palms which he enjoyed far too much. They were not perky, no gravity made sure they hung but that’s quite alright, it didn’t bother you. On the other hand, you were fully blessed with your hourglass figure, medium sized hips but a huge ass — huge enough for both his hands. You had some fat on your sides and light stretch marks on your lower abdomen and thighs. You were absolutely glorious in his eyes, he’d never dare change a thing about your body. 

He still hadn’t said a word or even made a move so you did the one thing you knew would arouse him. You cupped one breast in your hands and flicked the nipple, gently massaged it in circles then repeated the action. From the corner of your eye you saw the way his jaw twitched and throat rose and dropped as he swallowed. There was a bench behind you, you were aware of this and decided to go even further. You sat down, spread your legs apart and placed your left palm down for support. Using your right hand, you lifted that same breast to your lips but just before you could get any closer, he was instantly in front of you. 

Of course he’d never allow you to actually touch yourself in his presence, not unless he gave you the permission to. His hand quickly replaced yours and you put your hand on the bench, looking up at him expectantly. He weighed the flesh in his palm by moving his hand up and down, gazing down at it. He looked over at you for confirmation and you nodded. Wasting no time, his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and right on cue, you let out a soft sigh. He licked around the nipple, sucking slowly at first — hollowing his cheeks as he took in as much of your breast in his mouth as he could — then sped up. His other hand must’ve felt lonely because he reached for the other boob and massaged it. 

His eyes were closed as he kept on sucking. His massaging had turned into pinching now which was equal parts painful and erotic. This was his happy place. He was utterly content being here between your boobs and would be forever. He pulled away with a pop then bit down on the bud which earned him a surprised moan from you. Thank goodness you were seated otherwise your feet would’ve abandoned you by now. 

It wasn’t until he looked up that you took note of his face. This man was beyond ready to devour you whole. Your clit twitched just at the thought of it and he sensed that. His eyes dropped down to your lap, between your legs, and stayed fixated there. You wanted to let him have you but you also wanted to be the one in control. So you took one of his hands in your own and placed it right on your pussy — the immediate contact alone made you sigh in pleasure. He didn’t do a thing, he wanted to see what you’d do next.  

Slowly you moved his hand up and down, palming yourself as you used him. You inched closer to the edge of the bench and gradually picked up the pace. He was intensely watching you get yourself off as your arousal filled the bathroom. You slowed down and lifted his hand off of you though you quickly plunged his middle finger inside your cunt. The intrusion made you moan and gasp out loud. In and out, in and out you controlled the action. 

“How often have you thought of this?” Elijah’s voice suddenly broke through the silence. 

“What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear him, you just weren’t paying attention. 

“How often have you imagined fingering yourself with my hands?” 

Fuck it was hot when he said it out loud. “Often.” You replied but judging from his look, you knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted. 

“Okay fine, a lot. I imagine it a lot.” 

This made him smirk. You could probably see the gears in his mind shifting. “Be a good dutiful wife and ride them.” 

“Ride?” 

“No time for shyness my dear. Ride all four fingers.” 

Shit. That wasn’t what you expected he’d say but you’d be a terrible liar if you denied how much it turned you on. You had ridden him before but never his fingers. You preferred his face, so did he honestly. 

“Ride. Now.” 

This sounded less like a request or suggestion and more like a demand which made it hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I still thinking about this? You thought to yourself. 

From the look in your eye, he knew you had agreed and so he purposely pulled his middle finger out slowly out of you. You stood up and stepped away, he sat on the bench and patted his thigh. Using his right hand, he placed it on his leg with his fingers facing up then waited for you. It looked as if you were going to impale yourself on all four digits. 

Right before you could lower yourself, he pulled his hand away and put it in front of your lips. “Open up.” 

You did as told and his fingers intruded your mouth. You knew what was expected of you so you tried to suck them all without choking. Once his fingers were drenched in your saliva, he removed them and smiled. They were back on his lap and he was waiting again for you. 

As you lowered yourself, you kept reminding yourself to breathe. You kept repeating that in your mind until his fingers slowly stretched you out. Completely unprepared, your body jumped upon contact but he was right there to hold you firmly but gently. You knew you had to move but he felt so full. His fingers were slippery and wet — not to mention thick and long — which made for a delicious combination. 

You moved up slowly until they were almost out and then lowered your body back down and once again they filled you. This was slow but you gradually picked up speed until you were practically bouncing on them. Your hips rocked back and forth, grinding around in circles to get as much friction as possible. His other hand seemed too empty for your liking so you used it to play with your clit as you rode his other four. 

Your head was tossed back and eyes were closed. Your boobs swayed left and right, at times up and down, as you moved. Sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard, the slick was dropped down from his fingers to his palms and down his hand. Elijah was thoroughly enjoying this sight of you. Every now and then, he’d curve his fingers which made you moan even more. You were close, he was aware of this from your breathing and panting. In a few minutes your body completely stilled as it shook out an orgasm. 

“Good girl.” He praised as he parted your hair that was stuck to your face due to the sweat. 

“Thank you Eli.” 

“I hope you’re not tired darling. We’ve barely begun.” 

“Good. I want more.” 

“That’s my girl.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

He slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked them off one by one but purposefully skipped his middle one. Instead, he brought it closer to your mouth and you opened without prompting. In one slide, you sucked it off as you tasted yourself. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked whilst inside your mouth, your tongue licked him. 

He knew what you wanted next so he pulled his finger out and tapped your ass gently. You got off of his lap and into position — you sunk to your knees with your hands behind your back — as you looked up at him, waiting. Elijah had no desire to put on a strip show right now so he used his vampire speed to slide out of his clothing in seconds. 

There he was in front and above you, fully naked. Your eyes didn’t know where to look but you knew where they’d end up anyways. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you faced his dick directly in front of you. It stood up alert, veins bulging around the entire length, as the precum dripped down. Without a thought, you leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, warm tongue on him. 

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Fuck my face.” 

“As you wish my dear.” You could hear the restrained happiness in his voice. 

Shutting your eyes, you sat back on the back of your legs and waited with your mouth open. He took a moment to enjoy this sight of you before grasping himself in his hand then slid inside slowly. He hissed at the hotness of your mouth and when you immediately closed around him. Your tongue licked him but you opened once again. This time he didn’t slide all the way in, halfway in and he pulled out then went back in. He kept this up for a while, eventually speeding up but it was an inhumane one. The sides of your mouth hurt and your throat was starting to ache from the constant prodding his dick was doing. 

Both of his hands were in your hair, holding you in place as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Saliva was dripping down from your mouth to your chin and down the valley of your chest. This didn’t phase you at all, you took it all happily. When he looked down, all he saw were your sweet eyes staring back up at him and this made me fuck you harder. You looked so ridiculously innocent when he knew otherwise. He was trying to fuck that innocent look off of your face but instead it was what made him feral. 

Elijah loosened his grip on your head and you decided to take initiative. You lifted your right hand and placed it on his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down. Your mouth pushed him out until the head remained and sucked harshly. Hollowing your cheeks, you spit on his dick a couple of times and licked it up. Your hand continued to jack his length off whilst your mouth teased his head. 

This went on for a few minutes until you changed your actions. Your mouth widened and took all of him inside until he hit the back of your throat — the fullness made you instinctively gag — then placed both of your hands on his thighs for support. You bobbed your head back and forth, gagging until your eyes watered. You pulled all the way out then quickly pushed him back in, your nose was firmly pressed against his base. 

“Love if you don’t stop, I’ll– fuck…I’ll cum.” He was close, you could hear it in his voice. 

You mumbled but your mouth was full so all he felt were vibrations. This made him twitch and you stifled a giggle which caused another twitch. You pulled him out slowly and tapped his dick on your tongue, firmly jacking him off all the while. 

“Please do it. Cum inside.” 

Without warning, he was balls deep in your mouth once again and this time you intended on him staying there until you said otherwise. Your hand toyed with his balls, pinching and rolling them around in your fingers. You knew what would push him so you sat back on your legs once more and gazed up at him, your mouth full of him as he fucked and you deepthroated him. 

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised you. “Would you like a reward my dear?” 

You couldn’t speak so you nodded your head rapidly. You were craving to taste him far more than you thought you would. 

“Will you swallow? I want it to coat your throat.” 

You nodded profusely once again. He was teasing you, you just knew it. Coat my throat? Fuck yes. Yes please. You thought to yourself and silently begged for that salty, creamy goodness. 

Elijah placed both hands on the sides of your face and went to town. His movements were unforgiving and ruthless, his speed was inhumane. He was determined to cum and fill your mouth if it were the last thing he’d do. You knew he was there when his movements became sloppy and soon after he emptied himself in your mouth. A loud deep groan erupted from his chest as he let go. 

When he was satisfied and done, he pulled out and looked at your mouth. He was right, he’d surely coat your throat. You couldn’t even open your mouth to show him, you were filled to the brim so you swallowed as he watched. Tongue out, you proudly showed him your now empty mouth. 

“My goodness you look stunning like that.” He sighed contentedly. 

You slowly got off your knees and stood up with a grin on your face, “You are delicious my love.” 

“My wife has a dirty mouth. What shall I ever do about that?” He mused with a slight smile. 

“Put it to use.” You cheekily replied then stepped back from him. You turned around and stepped into the glass shower that had now fogged up. “Join me?” 

He laughed then answered, “With absolute pleasure.” 

The moment he walked in, you found your back pressed against the wet wall. Your hair had slowly started to stick to your face, neck, and any part of skin it could. With his outstretched hand, he ran his fingers slowly through the partially wet and dry strands, and without notice you felt your head being yanked backwards and downwards. Before you could react to the pain, his lips were quick to find the pleasure spot on the base of your neck. 

There was a mixture of licking and sucking. You couldn’t tell if the wetness was his saliva or the water droplets. It didn’t matter anyways, your mind was just absentmindedly wondering. You were taken by the pleasurable kisses that you didn’t realize until it was late — you were bleeding. His fangs sunk into your carotid as he happily drank– one hand gripped your hair still and the other had been caressing your boob. 

It was euphoric for him. He’d never tire of you in all the ways he had sampled you. There was no favorite for him, he’d devour you in all moral and immoral ways. No questions asked, no complaints. As he drank, he savored the metallic liquid that coursed through him, awakening every nerve in him. 

An impulsive image interrupted his feeding– he suddenly remembered that he was a father. Less than a year ago, you were in this exact situation. It’s what led to the pregnancy. This train of thought alone was turning him feral. He could vividly see how he had fucked you raw for months on end — not that you ever complained — and one day you had come running to him with a smile as your hand waved the test stick around in the air. 

Your soft moan brought him back from his memories and he retracted his fangs, the veins disappearing in an instant. Your husband stared down at you, his hands switched around to hold you better – his left one hooked under your right thigh and his right hand found its place on your throat. His dick was situated perfectly at your entrance, one slight hip thrust and he’d be inside. 

“Do you think Alex would like a younger sibling?” He asked. 

“I think he’d like someone to play with.” You agreed. 

“Mm, I’d like you to play with me sweetheart.” 

“Yeah? What game do you have in mind?” 

“How about ‘fill her up’?” That smug smile on his face made your clit throb. 

“How do we play?” 

Your husband leaned his head down until his lips were next to the right side of your face, directly on your ear. “I’ll empty my cum inside you and fill you to the brim. You’ll be a good wife and take it.” 

You didn’t even have to say anything, your body betrayed you immediately. Your arousal and the twitching of your thighs told him exactly what he wanted to know. You didn’t even respond — you nodded as you hiked your leg higher on his waist — just glanced up at him, a feigned look of innocence graced your face. 

Elijah chuckled and thrusted inside immediately, not letting you have a moment to adjust. He pushed his hips in and out in a lazy manner as a sort of warmup. The contact made your head instinctively tilt back and your eyes shut. Your mouth made a small o shape, soft whimpers escaping here and there. His hand released your throat and lifted your other leg up, resting it on his waist. You were now straddling him — back against the tiled wall — so you placed your hands on his shoulders for support. 

His large hands held onto your thighs firmly whilst his hips picked up speed. All that could be heard was the slapping sound that skin on skin was making when it would come in contact with each other. You decided to take a look down and saw his dick enter you then seconds later it’d come out. You moaned just at the sight which caught his attention, he had noticed you watching yourself being fucked. The ferocity in which he used to enter you was unexpected but the feeling it left you with was indescribable. 

Elijah had started to tire of this slow pace, he wanted you destroyed but you were far from it. You could pinpoint the exact moment you saw his pupils dilate, it was around the same time that the shower room felt more intense. Suddenly, you found yourself on the warm, wet shower floor laying down on your back — both of your hands were pinned above your head by one of his. His hips thrusted into you so powerfully that it jolted your body. 

It was hot. Fucking hot. He had been staring at it the entire time, it could explain his ruthless movements. Elijah was so deep inside you that his dick’s imprint could be seen from the outside. You were now watching the bulge on your abdomen as it filled you fully then retreated, in again and out. It was fucking hot. Your legs spread wider for him and tightly wrapped themselves around his hips. Breathing was a bit of a chore at this moment, every thrust made you feel like he’d tear you apart. 

Your eyes had started to water and your mouth was salivating. Your back arched upwards towards him and he took the hint, his head lowered close enough to take a nipple in his mouth. You were meant to take it all — take the thrusts, the nipple sucks and bites, the choking — like a good girl. So good. Actually you’d be the best girl because you wanted to please him in every way. 

“Eli…more please.” You weakly begged. 

You knew if you wanted him to listen, you’d need to do more than that. He knew it too which is why he didn’t respond, he just stared at you. To motivate you, he bit down on your nipple but this only made you moan. He removed the hand on your throat and leisurely slid it down your body, hovering right above your clit. He stared at you expectantly. 

“Put it there.” 

His fingers grazed the protruding sensitive nub which earned him a sigh and gasp. “Where are your manners dear?” 

“Please Eli. Please.” 

A small smirk was his response to you. You felt it before you saw it– the slap on your clit that made your hips jolt. He did it again when he saw your reaction. Once again, you tried to move away from him. That smile was so deceiving, he was thoroughly enjoying this. This time he flicked the nub then rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t prepared for him to palm you rapidly, making good use of that vampire speed. You didn’t even last a minute, you were moaning loudly as you came undone, a bit of pee even escaped you. 

You may have orgasmed but he hadn’t and it was his turn. While he was getting you off, he had stilled his actions so now he wanted his fun. He pulled out of you and released your hands then flipped you over to your stomach. You laid there and waited to see what he’d do next. You couldn’t see anything unless you looked back so you had to rely on your other senses. 

Tap. Tap tap. You didn’t need to look to know what that was, he was slapping your ass cheeks with his dick. He sandwiched himself between both cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He sighed and then slowly inserted it in your pussy. There was no restraint, he was already balls deep and had no intention of slowing down or stopping to give you a break. He was chasing his own high — your walls weren’t helping the situation, they grasped him firmly in place  — and would get what he wanted no matter what. 

His movements now had no definite rhythm, he slowed then sped so you knew he was close. You reached back to your ass and spread your cheeks apart for him slightly. There was nothing to say, only do. He pushed your back down and used his speed to mercilessly pound into you. Your moans were being drowned out by his own. He was getting closer. His fingers reached around you and found your clit, he toyed around with the nub and your folds. 

His lips were next to your neck, nibbling on the flesh, then he whispered, “Will you cum for me again?” 

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yes. Please make me.” 

“Shall I coat your pretty pink walls white with my cum darling? Would you like that?” 

“Fuck yes. Eli please.” 

“Then empty me. Tighten those walls and squeeze every last drop.” 

“I’ll be a good girl and do it for you.” 

Several more thrusts plus a few more vulgarities and he erupted in tandem with you. Elijah let out a loud groan as he filled you up — as promised — to the brim with him cum. He stayed there for a few minutes then slowly pulled out. Some semen threatened to escape but he used his fingers to shove it back inside your cunt. The sight of you laid out on your stomach with your pussy full of his cum was giving him ideas. Feral ones that is. 

“You did so well darling.” He praised as he lifted you up. He sat down on the built-in shower seat and pulled you into his lap. 

You offered a soft smile then leaned into him for a kiss which he happily obliged you with. His arms rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. It was slow and sweet then after a moment you both pulled away. 

“I hope you’re not tired yet. I still want more.” You told him, gently caressing his face. 

“I’d never tire of you. Besides I shall need to fill your womb if you’re to fall pregnant once again.” 

“You say the most romantic things.” 

Elijah chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You enjoy the filth, I’m merely indulging you.” 

You knew that was a lie. He absolutely loved the dirty talk, aside from your looks, it turned him on but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. 

“If you say so.” You hid your smile then added, “Let’s play a game of ‘fill her up’.” 

So you both did once again. Two more rounds were in the shower but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves so one more was in the bathroom, on that bench. You had to shower separately otherwise you’d never leave. Once you were fresh and had been fucked to your heart’s content, you laid in bed and waited as he went to check on Alex. 

Your hand rubbed your abdomen at the thought of another child. You wanted one and so did he but there was no rush, it was rather fun trying to make one. Elijah was back and in bed next to you, he reached for your body and pulled you close to him. His lips left a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst his hands rubbed your back in small circles. He was happy and content with the life he had, he’d never change a thing but he wouldn’t refuse the idea of a bigger family with you. 

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he stroked your arm softly. 

Your face was snuggled into his chest so your reply came out muffled. You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I love you Eli.” 

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"If I change my mind, then I'll make time," she replied with a wry smile, "Good to know that even in illness your personality is still in tact."

"Dr. Weston is a cantankerous arsehole. Truly, I'm starting to see why you've got such a surly bedside manner. You've learned from the very best."

"And I'll be sure to send him your warmest regards for it."

Now that the fever was breaking, he was becoming more like himself, able to insert jabs into any and every remark. In an odd way, it was comforting, making it difficult for her not to smile as she situated the blanket.

"What about you? Won't you be cold?"

"I'll be fine, don't w --"

His touch cut her off abruptly as she watched him keep her hand close, handling her gingerly, her face flushing as she remembered the similar way he'd brushed his thumb over her lips that night at the Wolsey's home.

"Your courage has set you apart in this fight...arguably, even above some of my very own men. I hope you know I don't say that lightly."

"That means a lot coming from you...thank you."

Rebekah squeezed his hand tighter, the warmth of him welcome and addicting. Then he kissed her palm and she found it difficult to breathe as the heat rose to her cheeks.

"When this fight is over, I'm not coming home. I plan on returning to Connecticut…"

"Of course you do. You started a life there before this war happened. It's only fitting that you'd want to return there."

His eyes finally met hers and she felt immensely vulnerable, but this time it was without the weight of fear pressing on her chest. For weeks she'd been longing to see him look at her like that again.

"What are your plans for after our triumph? Surely, a woman who stared hell in the face during battle has dreams beyond the mundane and predictable?"

"I..." she paused, a little saddened by the thought, "In truth, I haven't thought about it...With all that's happened, I haven't been able to picture such a scenario for myself..."

Instinctively she decided it was her turn to pull his hand to her lips, wanting to shove away the terrible thought that maybe she wasn't able to picture it because she wasn't meant to survive it.

"The only thing I know is that, more than anything, Benjamin, I want to see you happy..."

"Not long. Believe it or not, I have seen to other duties while you've been unconscious."

Benjamin smiled. "So in other words, the only reason you didn't smother me with a pillow is because you've been too busy?"

Rebekah straightened her utensils and he watched her work, appraising the little crease between her eyes she got any time she was baffled or annoyed with him -- he tended to see that crease quite a bit lately.

"Don't fret," she admonished. "Anyone who lingers around here knows that Dr. Weston has been sending me to assess and tend to you. I've been aiding him with others who need medical attention over the past few weeks. Seeing as I was already well versed because of my father, I thought I'd be of better use there and I've learned much from Weston since."

Benjamin snorted. "Dr. Weston is a cantankerous arsehole. Truly, I'm starting to see why you've got such a surly bedside manner. You've learned from the very best."

Rebekah returned to his side with a spare blanket, her gaze downcast as she tucked the quilt in around his chin and shoulders. Expression softening, he asked, "What about you? Won't you be cold?" She straightened his blanket, and on impulse, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm over his rapidly pounding heart, his grip firm before relenting with a careful, hesitant brush of his thumb over her knuckles.

"I know this setback hasn't been easy for you...and I haven't been the most accommodating person to work with in the past..." She took his other hand and interlocked their fingers. "But I hope you know I would do anything for this cause."

Benjamin kept his gaze on their entwined hands, far too frightened to lift his eyes to hers -- to peer up into those soft, fathomless depths and find his own desires reflected back at him until they spun, spiraled, and pinwheeled dizzily between his ribs.

"I know," he whispered. "Your courage has set you apart in this fight...arguably, even above some of my very own men. I hope you know I don't say that lightly."

With his heart in his throat, Benjamin drew her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, the touch light and reverent, yet holding a hint of fear -- of being dismissed, rejected. "When this fight is over, I'm not coming home," he murmured. "I plan on returning to Connecticut..." Reluctant, he lifted his eyes to her face. "What are your plans for after our triumph? Surely, a woman who stared hell in the face during battle has dreams beyond the mundane and predictable?"

Despite the smile Benjamin wore, his expression was decidedly melancholy. I wish you could come with me...

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'Found someone new'

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Black!Mermaid!Reader, Past!Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

Warnings: some angst, Fluff, Elijah being protective, Innocent!reader, Jealous!Hayley

Summary: Elijah had left needing to heal a broken heart only to fall in love again.

A/N: @rere-the-writer had done a fic called 'kiss the girl' that had inspired me to write a mermaid fic so here we are. The song used here

Elijah and Hayley's break up was messy, very messy as Elijah had done as Hayley asked of him. The vampire had shown her everything of hisself to her but the hybrid couldn't handle it as Elijah's tastes was too much for Hayley as she didn't think Elijah could be so dominant in the bedroom making her inner Alpha want to show him who was boss. Then of course Hayley hated it when Elijah dropped everything for his siblings but she didn't mind if it was Hope he dropped things for.

After the break up Elijah had left for awhile needing to heal his heal, while Freya and Finn understood where Hayley was coming from. Klaus, Kol and Rebekah were on the side of Elijah and blaming Hayley for making the noble Mikaelson leave as they were unsure when he'll return.

"Cruel and cold like winds on the sea....will you ever return to me? Hear my voice sing with the tide, my love will never die. Over waves and deep in the blue I will give up my heart for you." Elijah heard one night as he stayed at the family home that sat on a private beach when he heard someone beautifully singing.

Elijah stepped out onto the deck after placing his book down and looked down at the beach to see a woman sitting on the beach. The moonlight bounced off the waves, it also gave the woman's warm chocolate skin a hauntingly beautiful glow and her long dark hair in waves down her bare back. Elijah was taken back when he saw her tail as the scales were reflecting the moonlight as the vampire moved down to the sand listening to her sing.

"Come my love be one with the sea rule with me for eternity. Drown all dreams so mercilessly and leave their souls to me. Play the song you sang long ago and wherever the storm may blow. You will find the key to my heart, we'll never be apart. Wild and strong you can't be contained, never bound nor ever chained." The woman seemed to sing turning to see Elijah.

The Original felt his breathing hitched, she was breath taking as her beautiful soft blue eyes met his mocha eyes when Elijah noticed her lips hadn't moved at all yet he could hear a song.

"Cruel and cold like winds on the sea will you ever return to me? Hear my voice sing with the tide....Our love will never die." The words flowed from the mermaid as she smiled softly at the vampire when he knelt infront of her as if he was in a trance. Elijah was pulled out of his trace hearing his phone rang and thought the woman would swim off but she stayed smiling at him lifting her tail as Elijah saw it bleeding as if something bit her.

"You're wounded." Elijah says getting a nod from her as Elijah moved scooping her up. Elijah looked out seeing a shark swimming near the sand as if it was waiting for the mermaid. Elijah looked at the mermaid seeing that she was in awe of him as she touched his cheek and took her up to the house and sat her on the couch and answered his phone.

"Hello Niklaus." Elijah says watching the mermaid look around in wonder seemly amazed by everything which Elijah couldn't help find her adorable.

'Hello 'Lijah, we were hoping you are going to return soon. As it has been nearly nine months and Hope wishes for her uncle to join us for the holidays that will be coming up soon.' Klaus tells Elijah as the mermaid was playing with his lights seemly in awe with how the lamp worked as she now had legs.

"I don't know yet....I will try to return soon." Elijah says grabbing a med-kit and returned to the mermaid seeing her calf bleeding a bit and began to clean the wound. Elijah ended his call with Klaus and focused on the mermaid as her attention was on him right away. The woman watched Elijah wrap up her leg as his eyes snapped up at her feeling her small hands on his cheeks.

"Something wrong?" Elijah asked watching her shake her head and grabbed his hand flipping it over and traced her finger across his palm spelling something out, 'You are beautiful to look at.' Elijah felt his cheeks warm seeing how innocently the mermaid smiled at him.

"Thank you....I'm Elijah and you are?" Elijah asked watching her happily spell out her name. 'I am Y/N, daughter of Triton and you are my one.' Y/N traced out confusing Elijah.

"Your one? Please explain." Elijah says feeling her get excited, 'You heard my song! Only my one can hear it. We are destined to be one, I am yours and you are mine.' Y/N writes out on Elijah's palm smiling brightly at him. Elijah looked to the mermaid feeling her trace his face either her fingers as he swallowed realizing she was still bare.

"Let me find you something to wear." Elijah says standing up and Y/N gripped his hand following him. Elijah noticed how short she was compared to him and how nice her hand felt in his. Elijah pulled out an old shirt and put it on Y/N making it look like a small dress on her.

"There we are, now why can't you talk?" Elijah asked worried that the shark had done more damage. 'I can but I just need time to get use to being on land again.'

"When was the last time you were on land?"

'Over a millennium ago.' Y/N wrote out on his palm smiling up at Elijah as he nodded taking in the information. A month had passed as Elijah was getting used to having Y/N around as her voice had returned and Elijah found the sound of it just music to his ears.

Y/N was an a sweet, innocent young lady as Elijah quickly realized with the time he spent with Y/N how amazed she was by almost everything and how excited she was to listen to Elijah explain things. Elijah met her father Triton and her sisters, Pallas and Triteia and got along every well with them.

Both Pallas and Triteia liked Elijah finding it adorable how their baby sister cling to Elijah while Triton watched from the sea with a protective glint in his eyes. Triton respected how Elijah's first instinct when meeting Y/N was to protect her not what most sailors would have done.

"Elijah, what is this?" Y/N asked holding a tub of chocolate ice cream as the two were in a store getting some food and Elijah wanting to show Y/N more things. Elijah raised an eyebrow looking at his young mermaid lover.

"Ice cream. Would you like to try it?"

"Can I?" Y/N asked as Elijah nodded watching her place the tub in the cart and smiled when she moved under his arms standing on the cart leaning back against his chest. Elijah had learned that Y/N felt more safe if she was in Elijah's arms as he placed a kiss on her head pushing the cart as they finished up their shopping and Elijah finding his lover adorable as she got excited over the new foods.

"Why have you come to the sea?" Y/N asked Elijah as they layed in a hammock under the night sky with Elijah holding the mermaid close their legs tangled with one another. Elijah layed there his fingers running over her hair as their other fingers were laced together.

"To heal a broken heart."

"You have another?" Y/N asked beginning to pull away but Elijah pulled her back into his arms.

"I used to but I have you." Elijah says smiling before groaning when Y/N kissed him deeply raking her fingers through his hair as Elijah's hands were on her hips lifting her up taking her to the bedroom.

Elijah watched from the sand as Y/N said goodbye to Pallas and Triteia after Triton had gave his blessing to Y/N and Elijah. It was Elijah's last day to spend at the beach house as he was going to return home and was ready to goodbye to the mermaid but was surprised when she told him that she can go with him. The vampire grunted feeling Y/N cling to him when she flings herself into his arms hugging him as he lifted her up hearing Pallas and Triteia giggling as they swam off with their father.

"They are happy for us."

"We should head off, my love." Elijah says kissing her forehead carrying her upstairs to the house then they headed back to New Orleans. Elijah drove he found it adorable how Y/N lit up at the sights of the city.

"You live here?"

"I do. You have never been?" Elijah asked watching his little mermaid be in awe of everything.

"No after the fall of the Greek empire, Zeus order everyone to stay in their temples and domins. I always wanted too as Dionysus would tell me stories." Y/N tells Elijah who blinked unaware that said God was watching with Eros, Apollo and Hermes. The four were in awe with how soft Elijah was being with the mermaid.

"Elijah....you're home." Hayley says seeing Elijah walking into the Abattoir with a woman who was seemly in awe with everything.

"Hello Hayley."

"And who is this 'Lijah?" Klaus asked smirking looking over Y/N as Elijah told Klaus who the mermaid was. Hayley watched with jealousy bubble in her chest as Y/N met Elijah's siblings and the hybrid saw how smitten Elijah was with the mermaid.

Hayley was surprised that Elijah moved on as she thought he would come back to her but the vampire instead brought home a woman. Y/N was gorgeous and Hayley felt oddly insecure when she saw the mermaid sitting next to Elijah getting to know everyone. Hayley hated seeing how Elijah seemed so happy with the mermaid and hated how she missed her chances to get Elijah back.

"Your siblings are really nice."

"I'm glad they adore you." Elijah says holding her close as they layed in bed as he pressed kisses on her face. Y/N giggled rubbing her nose against his making him smile as she kissed him.

"I love you, 'Lijah."

"And I love you, my little mermaid."

[countrymusiclover]

28 - Keys to the Kingdom

Part 29

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Pacing in front of the fireplace I held up the phone to my ear ranting to my sister Caroline. "Everything is fine, Care. I mean even though Elijah is being held captive by Marcel. And I think we saw a vision of our future twins...nevermind I guess everything isn't fine." Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back feeling my fangs trying to come out since I haven't had blood yet today.

"Well it sounds bought as typical it does here. There's apparently this family of witches called the Gemini. They don't have their own magic so they have to siphon it from something else supernatural. And Alaric is dating one of them and she has a crazy pyscho twin brother." She responded through the phone clearly in a huff over everything that was happening. I knew we both just wished our lives could be normal for once.

Slumping down onto the couch I twirl pieces of my hair. "On a more normal note how's mom - oh!" I cut myself feeling two little kicks against my stomach.

"Mads, you okay?" My twin asked, concerned.

Even though she couldn't see me smiling I giggled as one baby kicked. "Yeah sis it's just they're kicking...baby 1.." Another kick followed shortly after where I rested my freehand there. "There's baby 2...Care I can't wait until they're born."

"Me too, Maddie. Oh my gosh we haven't even had a chance to throw you a baby shower yet!" She scoffed through the phone so disappointed in herself.

"It's alright, I don't need a baby shower... I have all that I need already " I replied turning her on video call so she could see I was serious.

"Every pregnant woman dreams of having one and I am going to make sure you have the best baby shower ever " Caroline exclaimed.

"Alright, fine you can plan it but please nothing too big " I said.

"Don't worry little sis, it won't be that granded " she replied with a tiny devilish smile which I noticed.

"Care, I mean it " I stated, staring at my sister knowing she was up to no good.

"Don't worry, It will be just a small gathering with just family and friends " she promised before I hung up the phone looking out the front door. Opening it I instantly grabbed my head feeling pain. Looking up I winced seeing a girl with brown hair holding her hand up meaning she was a witch.

She flickered her wrist snapping my neck before I could say anything. "Marcel told me about you and that baby." My head fell onto the curb until I woke up a few hours later laying in a circle full of vampires. Scanning the room I recognized Rebekah standing behind Marcel until she noticed me.

"I thought I said no harming her and the babies!" She scoffed bending down on a knee seeing that I'm not hurt right before someone vamped behind me.

She vamped back seeing it was Klaus. He helped me to my feet seeing the veins appearing underneath my eyes. "How about we get you some blood.." He looked around the room getting in a fighting stance beside me watching the vampires circle around us closer. "Vampires of New Orleans! Do recall that I am an Original. A hybrid. I cannot be killed. Eternity is an awfully long time. How long, do you think, Marcel will stay in power? What if one of you lot were to release me, knowing I will be eternally in your debt? Oh, I would pity those of you who dared to cross me. I can assure you, your ends would be spectacular. To borrow a trick from an old friend." He streches out a hand with a coin in it. "Whoever picks up... this coin... gets to live. Now which of you magnificent bastards wants to join me?"

Marcel looks around at his men who didn't make a move for the coin. "Anyone wants that coin, pledge allegiance to Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours....Take him."

Two vampires moved forward where I grabbed one by the arm snapping their neck. Klaus breaks the other's leg then his neck raising his hands away from his sides smirking. "Even with my humanity on you won't hurt my twins." I said revealing my fangs with my hands into fists at my sides.

Some vampires behind is threw out chains wrapping them around his wrists but he throws them around for a few seconds. Three vampires raced directly for me but I twisted the arm of one throwing him against the wall. The second one I bite into his neck dropping him on the ground then the last one I choked them out until I could get a good hold and snap her neck. I felt a burning in my throat whipping my head around I gasped seeing that the vampires had overpowered him. They shoved Vervain and wolfbane in his mouth. He bends his head down then lifted it up revealing his hybrid eyes. "Running is the best option if I were you two." I suggested looking to Rebekah and Marcel.

Nik broke the chains wrapping them around a vampires throat killing two of them. Vamping forward towards the group I tilted my head motioning for the two boys to come at me. They do but I grabbed them by their shoulders slamming them back into each other where they landed flat on their backs. I winced sharply feeling a knife into my back by a blonde vampire. "Grah - Nik!" He whipped his head around ripping the heart out of the chest of the vampire that stabbed me. He draws the dagger out of my back slowly handing it to me.

A red head vampire tries to snap my neck but I shoved the blade into it. She dropped against my shirt staining it with blood. I shoved her off hearing Nik holler out covered in blood too ripping throats of some vampires. "Marcel! Come and finish this!"

She dropped the dagger in her hands vamping forward before he got himself killed. "No! Take the coin!"

"What?" He asked not understanding what she meant.

Rebekah gasped watching me sink my fangs into another girl who attempted to take the knife from me. "He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too. End this. Pick up the coin!"

Nik and I nodded to each other vamping forward grabbing each of the vampires biting into their necks. Removing my fangs I sighed hearing Marcel holler out. "Enough!" Nik released the girl he had in a choke hold with blood still running down his chin like me.

"Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me." Nik slowly walks forward intertwining his hand with mine while I wipe blood from my chin with my other hand feeling really tired now.

Marcel throws away the coin in our direction now on his knees in front of us. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Nik glanced down to me smiling then back down to the vampire. "From here on out Maddie is your queen...and if you ever attempt to come after her again. I will kill you without hesitation." He wrapped his arms around my waist vamping me bridal style back to the compound.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[auroracalisto]

she will be loved, part five

summary: hayley arrives with a witch to help, while [your name]’s visions take a turn for the worse.

pairing: dad! elijah mikaelson x child! female! reader

word count: 1.1k words

warnings: mentions of death, canon divergence, hayley is pregnant but timeline is all screwed bc i said so, visions, prophetic shit i guess

a/n: :D also... just putting this out there....... why is description so difficult?  like everything i write seems almost like a script or some shit.  i need to work on my description big time

she will be loved masterlist

“Hello?  Hayley?” 

Hayley was quiet on the opposite line, a frown deep in her soft features.  What was he doing, calling her?  

Klaus cleared his throat, but she stayed quiet.

“I was hoping you would know of someone who could help us.  We need a witch.  One that deals with visions.”

Hayley closed her eyes, sighing softly.  “Why?”

Klaus blinked slowly, his jaw clenching in frustration.

“Klaus, I’m not going to help you unless you give me a reason.”

“I shouldn’t have to give you a reason,” he sneered, anger slithering up his spine as if a snake had replaced what nerves he had left.

“Alright, then,” Hayley rolled her eyes.  “Have fun finding a witch.”

Hayley pulled the phone away from her ear, prepared to hang up when she heard Klaus yell her name through the receiver. 

“Wait,” he said, his voice constrained for the time being.  “There is… a problem we’ve been having.  A child,” he said.

Hayley stayed quiet, her hand hovering over her own stomach.

“She’s been having visions.  Prophetic visions.  We… are hoping to find someone who can help her.”

Hayley cleared her throat, pursing her lips soon after.  “Okay,” she said.  “You’re still in Mystic Falls, right?  I’ll… see what I can do.”

“Come too,” Klaus said.  “We do not need a witch on our grounds when we’ve no idea who they are.���

“I’ll be there,” she said, before hanging up the phone.  She knew exactly who to call.

—

Time went by slower that week than it had in some time.  The witch Elijah had called had no idea how to help little [Your name].  She left almost as soon as she had arrived, claiming that some other forces were in control of the child.  

Elijah was tempted to find her and rip her a new one—how dare she give up when she hadn’t even begun to help?

It was on a night that Elijah had just laid [Your name] to sleep when a knock came from the front door.  No one else had been home.  Klaus and Kol were out at the Grill, and Rebekah was at the high school with the prom committee.  It was just him and his little girl.  He sighed softly and left his daughter’s room, promptly answering the front door.  

“Hello?” he greeted as he opened it, his eyes growing wide at the sight of a pregnant Hayley Marshall.  Beside of her stood a fiery redhead, who he could only assume was a witch—he could practically smell the magic drifting off of her.  

Elijah looked down at her belly before looking back up at Hayley in shock.  “Hayley…”

The brunette gave him a soft smile.  “Hi, Elijah.  Is Klaus here?  He was asking for a witch.  I brought him one.  I need to talk to him, too.”

“No,” Elijah frowned.  “But, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.  Who are you?” he turned to look at the redhead.  

She smiled, revealing a set of almost perfect teeth.  “Penelope.”

“And what are you here for?” Elijah raised an eyebrow.  

“Uh,” Penelope looked over at Hayley for help.

“Again,” Hayley rolled her eyes.  “Klaus asked for my help.  I brought him a witch that knows about visions and stuff like that.”

Elijah’s eyes widened.  “Oh,” he breathlessly said, looking between Hayley and Penelope.  A part of him wondered if he should wait for his siblings to return… but he knew that whatever he could do for his daughter would be beneficial in the long run.  

“Come in,” Elijah said, moving out of the doorway.  

Hayley and Penelope came inside.  The former kept a hand over her belly while the latter looked around the house in utter amazement. 

“This is gonna sound stupid, but I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place this big,” Penelope whisper-yelled to the woman standing beside her. 

Hayley rolled her eyes, but it was a playful gesture.  She just smiled at her friend.  

“So,” Penelope soon said, turning to face Elijah.  “What can I do to help?”

Elijah led the women up to his daughter’s bedroom.  However, he did not go inside, opting to instead explain what was going on, first.

“I adopted her about… well, nearly a year and a half now,” he said.  “She has always been susceptible to dreams of all sorts.  Lands filled with candies, snow during the summer, her favorite characters becoming her friends.  But she has also had… visions.  What we now know to be precognition,” Elijah frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke.  

Penelope clung to his every word.

“She is terrified.  She has seen my brother die.  She witnessed a girl with something that my brother and sister have been searching everywhere for.  [Your name] has never once heard them talking about it.”

Penelope tilted her head.  “What is it you are wanting me to do?” she asked.

“Can you get rid of it?  Take her power away?  Allow her to be a normal child, with normal dreams?” Elijah asked, staring her down.

Penelope looked from Elijah to Hayley, frowning.  “I’m not sure.  But I will see what I can do,” Penelope said, patting the satchel at her side.  “My mother’s grimoire has a lot of info about visions,” she said.  “I’m sure I’ll be able to do something to help.”

Elijah gave a small not, uncertainty getting the best of him.  Would she be able to help?  What if there was nothing they could do for his little girl?

The original vampire would have led them somewhere else, a guest room perhaps, had it not been for the little girl now standing at her opened door.  

“Daddy?” [Your name] quickly spoke, tears springing in her big eyes.  

Elijah wasn’t human, but his non-beating heart sprung to his throat in an instant.  He bent down to her height and held out his arms to the child.  [Your name] ran to them, hugging onto the man.  

“What’s the matter?” Elijah softly asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.  

“I had another dream,” she said, trembling in his arms. 

“About what, my love?”

“I don’t know,” she let out a soft sob, roughly wiping her eyes to try and stop her tears.  

Elijah quickly grabbed her hands, stopping her.  He couldn’t bear the thought of her getting hurt by her own hands.  

“[Your name], look at me,” he frowned.  “You’re alright.  You are safe,” he said.  “Nothing can get to you here.  I will always protect you.”

“Always?” she looked up at him with wide eyes.  Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke.

“Always,” he nodded.

She sniffled softly, looking at his hands that were now holding hers.  [Your name] took in a deep breath, her eyes soon wandering up to his.  “I saw you, daddy,” she said. 

Elijah frowned.  “What did you see?”

“I saw you…”

He furrowed his brows, confused.  

“You were dead, daddy.”

[demcnsinmymind]

therebekahmikaelson​:

Watching Lance dress from her sprawling lounge, Rebekah purposefully adjusted the bedsheets, allowing a better view of her exposed breasts. Teasing the man just a little would be part of the fun. As he voiced the question, however, the Original’s coy smile subsided. “With all my heart,” she said, running a finger against the silk fabric of the sheets.

“Many of our kind are drawn to immortality. What greater gift, they say? More of a curse in my opinion. We are frozen in time, unable to age, and unable to procreate the way our bodies were meant by nature. It is no wonder that over time we begin to lose sight of our humanity. More beast than person.”

Rebekah shrugged and finally met Lance’s eyes. “My brothers aren’t thrilled with the idea, but it is a dream I can’t give up. A second shot at life and love. Can’t expect them to understand. They’ve always adapted to this bloody life more easily, even Elijah in his gentleness.” A hum of realization sounded. Lance would be the same, no doubt.

“So, if you ever hear of such a thing, I expect it’s part of our little bargain that you tell me. Likewise, I’ll let you know if I happen across a book called Expelling Brainiac Demons For Dummies.” Her usual wicked smile returned, resembling Klaus’s expression far too closely. “The ‘dummies’ part is critical.”

Cheeky woman. Knew exactly what she was doing with those bedsheets. Strongwilled and all that he was, almost spiteful...even he couldn’t will himself to not look at her perfect display. Smirking and giving her a ‘scolding’ shake of his head. Luckily or unluckily for him, things turned more serious again though, as she proceeded to give him an honest answer to his question. Despite the outdated vocabulary she was using to describe her woes, he did get it. Even though he himself was still torn when it came down to whether he liked the prospect of immortality or not.

“Well. Who cares what they think. Your life, you choice, right. I say go get it and fuck what anybody else has to say about it” he replied, because this thing was something that hit way too close to home for him as well. Other people. Trying to force their lives and choices and ideas onto someone. Against their will. Without any consideration what it might do to someone. But even then he couldn’t keep a cheeky smirk and tease in.

“Even though I think that giving up immortality to have kids and get all wrinkly and die’s a pretty...bold decision” Lance added while chewing on his lower lip to keep the smirk from growing too big. “And whatever shall I do without you? I thought we just developed a connection. Is this really how you roll? Sleep with a guy and then tell him to spend all of eternity all alone? The audacity.”

Lance was laughing and found his own joke funny, yet there was a ping of sadness after all. Of wondering. The whole point why the prospect of immortality, especially like this, wasn’t quite so clear cut for him. He didn’t have many friends. The ones he’d had had already died. More would die. She’d said she was his friend, but if she cured herself and became mortal, she too would die some day. He was a loner, comfortable in his own skin and with his own company. But even he was wondering how long that could go right for. Until things turned ugly. Until neverending loss and loneliness did turn him into the monster she kept talking about. He’d gotten pretty close to that already. Back inside Collingwood. And that had been after ‘just’ nine months. Who knew what eternity with this thing inside could do.

Just like that though, her answer to the cure question got another genuine laugh and smile out of him.

“Oh shut up” he replied, though yeahhh. Sure enough. He’d been a dummy. Getting himself into all this mess all by himself. But hey, at least he was trying to own up to it now. Slowly. Real fucking slow. Lance let out a soft sigh and waved her off, then started walking over to the window.

“And don’t bother. It’s not going to work anyway. First thing I tried after getting back to modern times. Wasn’t pretty.” He kept looking out the window with a smile on his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Then, suddenly, he figured that maybe, given their little agreement...maybe he could actually say something for a change. Drop some truth. So he turned his head back in her direction and beamed that ever so present mask he’d put up right at her, despite the truth that followed.

“Turns out, if you pull the plug on it, that’s it for me. What did they call it...ah yeah, right. Massive irreversible brain damage. Permanently impaired. Guess that explains the dummy part” he joked, though it fell a bit flat. “So thanks, but I’m good just the way I am now. You’re in for a twofer here. Always and forever.” For a moment, the statement lingered heavy in the air, the smile faltering a bit. Until just like that, it was back with a wicked vengeance.

“Got its perks though. I’ve been practicing a lot lately. Now I get to do this all day long if I feel like it.” Suddenly, her bedsheets started sliding lower and lower all by themselves, slow and steady, revealing more of her naked form beneath. And damn it, hadn’t she been right about it earlier. Vampirism and heightened senses. An incomparable treat indeed. Maybe, he was starting to regret that he’d put all his clothes back on already.

[filmista]

Mulholland Drive (2001)

“Hey, pretty girl, time to wake up.”

Mulholland Drive is one of David Lynch’s most famous films Released in 2001, like many of his works, this film is a cynical tale wrapped in symbols – chock-full of mystery. Yet the film also contains a touching love story.

One evening, a lady is driving in  a limousine on Mulholland Drive (Hollywood, L.A.). The car stops. The drivers want to kill her. Joyriding youngsters crash into the car. The lady escapes. She runs into a house. That's Betty's (Ruth's) aunt's house.

Enter (the next day): Betty! She came to Hollywood to become an actress. Love blossoms between Betty and the confused lady – who calls herself Rita. Suddenly Rita remembers an address. They go there and find a dead woman. In the middle of the night they visit a theater (Club Silencio). There Betty finds a box in her bag. Rita turns a key in the box and disappears.

Then follow a series of flashbacks where Betty is the angry, frustrated Diane. An actress whose career never took off. She loves Rita but she is now the famous star Camilla who is getting married to director Adam. Seeking revenge, Diane contacts a hit man who has Camilla killed in the limousine.

The first part is a dream variation of reality. Betty is the dream version of Diane. The love between her and Rita/Camilla only exists in this dream world. In Club Silencio, Betty and Rita realize for the first time that reality is different. If you look backwards at Mulholland Drive, the real chronology is crystal clear. Diane's storyline then becomes the core of everything that follows.

Mulholland Drive is one of Lynch's most popular films. An 8.0 on IMDb and voted Best Picture of the 21st Century by critics in 2016. Among non-David Lynch fans, Mulholland Drive is usually the favorite. 

Many people call the film "accessible". I'm thinking more of "balanced". The story isn’t that difficult to follow. The mystery is wrapped in an attractive mix of humor, horror, soap opera, surrealism, eroticism and romance. The latter is particularly convincing. Betty and Rita are sweet and understanding to each other from the start.

That is also thanks to the actors. Naomi Watts in particular is outstanding. She knew Diane's frustration all too well. After ten years of frustrating auditions, she herself was depressed. Her metaphorically intended statement 'I wanted to drive into the abyss with my car' ended up in boulevard magazines. Laura Herring also had the part of a lifetime as Rita/Camilla.

The film has some elements of the popular film noir genre. With detective work, murder, cynicism and a femme fatale. The film style is also reminiscent of a kind of timeless version of the present in which the film is set. It's as much 50's as it is 90’s.

Anyone who recognises some elements of Twin Peaks in Mulholland Drive is right. Lynch wrote the basis of the script in the same period. The film was also intended as a spin-off of that series, in which Audrey Horne, Ben Horne's daughter, would go through what Betty is going through here.

This pilot episode was made for ABC in 1999 (just eight years after Twin Peaks). In Lynch's words, this is what happened: "The ABC manager was watching the pilot on a television across the room at 6 a.m., standing, with coffee in his hands, while he was on the phone. And he didn't like it.”

A year and a half flew by. Nothing happened. Until he got financial support from Studio Canal to turn the material into a feature film. Not that it was easy from then on. He hadn't figured out the ending yet. In addition, ABC had already destroyed all the sets and the props were in use elsewhere.

The contract with Studio Canal was finalized. Lynch said he was going to meditate. In half an hour he got all the ideas for the beginning, middle and plot. "If you're lucky, you get ideas that you fall in love with, and you can translate them into a movie."

Two typical Lynch anecdotes should be mentioned. First of all singer Rebekah del Rio. She once sang the song Llorando a cappella at his house. That was secretly recorded – and fit wonderfully into the film. Just like Monty Montgomery, a friend of Lynch, who got the part of the Cowboy. He said his sentences so dryly and staccato because he couldn't remember anything. With a cowboy suit and shaved eyebrows, it made for a legendary scene.

Trying to figure out how it all ties together is one of the greatest pleasures of watching Mulholland Drive. Countless essays have been made about the film- Psychologists and psychotherapists suddenly started writing about film. Theories about Freud's ego and superego, schizophrenia, homosexuality in the 1950s, incest, murder. There are many interpretations. Enthusiasts can find them on the Mulholland-drive website.

David Lynch is of little use at this point. “People want you to reduce the film to words. But that will never work and never quite be the movie. It's better that people get their own ideas after they've seen the film.'

Still, at its core, it's not very complicated, to interpret. Diane's frustrated, difficult life must be symbolic of existence in Hollywood. The dark side of all the glitz and glamour.

If Robert Altman's The Player (1992) is at one end of the spectrum in criticizing how Hollywood works, Mulholland Drive is at the other end. They say the same. Hollywood – especially in the 1940s and 1950s – was an inhumane place, full of greedy people, gangsters, who exploited naive talents. Diane herself isn't much better. She can hardly be happy without Hollywood.

The supporting roles are of subtle significance. Chad Everett (with whom Betty is auditioning) is an actor who has seen everything in Hollywood. Lee Grant (weird neighbor) was not allowed to work in the McCarthy days. Anne Miller (Coco) is a forgotten musical star. 

Unlike in other Lynch films, the symbolism is easy to follow. With meaningful lamps and ashtrays, blue keys and red clothing you are put on a track as a viewer. Betty is white throughout the movie, Rita is dark. When they get into a taxi at a place it says 'Hollywood is hell' on a sticker. So that's Club Silencio.

Red is not difficult: it indicates danger. The color blue is also omnipresent. As a key, suitcase, a van and the color of the woman's hair in the theater. That indicates a mystery to be unraveled. And then gray, which Diane wears at the end. Is that the color of her demise?

Very symbolic is when we see how Betty and Rita together have one mouth, one nose and two eyes. (The shot was a tribute to Bergman's Persona.) Following is an example of Lynch's well-known doppelganger symbolism. Also think of Laura Dern and her mother in Wild at Heart, Cooper/Bad Cooper/Dougie in Twin Peaks and Renee/Alice in Lost Highway.

Some symbolism is more difficult to grasp. Like the jewels of Adam's adulterous wife that he dyes pink. Are those the man's hurt "crown jewels"? Or does this mean that Diane's father committed incest with her, as some argue? Because pink stands for innocence.

The film is also rich in real life references. When Adam shatters the window of the car with a golf club, it refers to an incident with actor Jack Nicholson. By the way, his nickname is 'Mulholland Man' (in Chinatown he played William Mulholland, after whom the Mulholland Drive is named).

The dialogue for the audition in the office is from a scene from Twin Peaks (Bobby and Shelly talking about Leo). Doubly funny because Lynch is famous for never auditioning with his actors.

The painting in the house of Ruth: Beatrice Cenci by Guido Reni. Cenci, like Betty, is dressed in innocent white.

The name Diane Selwyn comes from Selwyn, a film producer who would found Goldwyn Pictures. And admittedly fictional, but interesting nonetheless: Diane from Twin Peaks, like Betty, is also from Deep River, Ontario.

Rita Hayward… A famous actress in the 1940s, had her hair cut and bleached short for The Lady of Shanghai (just like the Rita in this film). Film by Orson Welles, who was also married to Hayward. Also someone who encountered the true face of Hollywood more than once.

There's a lot more – depending on how deep you want to search. The Black Dahlia murder is coming back in comments. Parallels with The Wizard of Oz. The assassination of Lincoln. (The lady with the blue hair is in the theater where he was shot. Rita has a wound near the ear where Lincoln was shot. They drive a Lincoln.)

And the simplest: Mulholland Drive is literally around the corner from David Lynch. So it's also about his 'home', Hollywood, the cinema. He exposes a dirty and filthy world. Rattle the cupboard and the corpses fall out. You can even draw the line to the unmasking of Harvey Weinstein and everything that followed.

One of the quirks of Mulholland Drive is that the key to it all lies with the film's least mentioned character: Diane Selwyn. Yet we look, as it were, the entire film at her fantasy.

When she wakes up from the dream, she is the real Diane: unstable, depressed and vindictive. No wonder Diane suffers from those things. She had a miserable life. No success with acting. According to some, Diane's father had committed incest with her. Her grandparents pushed her to become a movie star. She was used by Camilla – the woman she is in love with. And her fragile ego was troubled by her aunt who was successful in Hollywood.

Things could have turned out differently if Diane and not Camilla had landed the lead role in The Sylvia North Story. Diane was the perfect cast for the lead given her own history. The role went to Camilla, the quintessential Hollywood actress. So sexy appearance over talent. (By the way, a movie called Sylvia was actually made in 1965—with a character who had similarities to Diane.)

Perhaps not incorrectly, essayists also describe how the film is about women in the Hollywood system. One has real talent (Betty), the other doesn't make it (Diane). One uses people (Camilla), the other copies someone (Rita).

The film has stood the test of time – barely two decades – well. A few things may look a bit dated ) but the rest remains as powerful as then. The piece in Club Silencio still fascinates me. The encounter with the cowboy. The introduction. The lock.

More than in his other films, the film reflects David Lynch's world view. The core is a pessimistic view of life under an optimistic guise. You can fight against it – and that is your task too – but in the end man's wickedness triumphs anyway.

What struck me is how easy it is for the viewer to understand the emotions of the film. Love, sexuality, fear, sadness, anger. Those are essentially the five basic emotions of the film, the foundation of this film. The characters walk through the film as it were in these steps. As a viewer you naturally walk with them.

That makes Mulholland Drive so much better than the average feature or horror film: the subtle emotional sensations you experience. Although the film starts lovingly, it gets under your skin towards the end. Mulholland Drive can leave you feeling anxious for hours after watching.

@vastness-and-sorrow​ @missdubois​ @mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves​ @idasessions​ @purecinema​

[elejah-verse]

elejah _au

_fanfic snippet

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Elijah: "Elena?"

Elena: "Elijah"

Elijah: "I'm really sorry, but I do not have the Cure anymore. Silas tricked me and took it."

Elena: "I am not here to talk about the Cure. I'm here because of the kiss and what you said to Rebekah."

Elijah inhales inwardly. His eyes sparkle guilt.

Elena: "You forgot that there's no special sage magic in the Boarding House. We still hear everything here. So, why can't you act on your feelings for me? "

Elijah inhales deeply once again. He is backed in a corber for the first time in his long life. Her chesnut eyes are blazing with hurt and disappointment at him.

Elijah: "Because every woman I've ever been with gets killed. And I will not let that happen to you. And so I am removing myself and my feelings for you. I am letting you go."

Elena: "I know that you believe you are cursed. Rebekah told me. She told me all about Klaus' needy selfish fixation. About him always lashing out. About you never really standing up to him because you feel guilty about everything Mikael put him through. That wasn't your fault. None of that was your fault. You were beaten, too. And locked away. Rebekah told me everything. You will never allow yourself to be happy."

Elijah: "I don't deserve it."

Elena moves closer. Now she places her hands on his face, gently making him look at her. You do deserve it. Let me show you. Let me love you.

He gulps. Her warm liquid eyes paint a dream. A dream he wants so desperately to get hold of. He wants to speak, but she shakes her head lightly and leans forward, kissing him with love and passion to hold forever.

[yn-ymn-yln]

hi, how are you? Could you do a second part of "One Last Goodbye Kiss" where Klaus lives and he gets married to the reader as it's said in the imagine?

Hi love! I'm good, thank you for asking ☺🤍 I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for the request and I hope you like it!

When Our Lips Finally Met

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

*Read part 1 here*

Two years was a long time. It left too much room for change, and not enough for grief, though the grief you were facing was bound to stick with you until your final days. The seasons continued their cycle, the days bleeding to nights even though your world hadn’t shifted since Klaus’ heart stopped beating.

“Please don’t make me live without you. There has to be another way.” Gripping the fabric of Klaus’ shirt between your fingers, you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.

“Afraid not love.” He’s kind enough to indulge your naïve fantasy for a moment, holding you closely he caresses the back of your head, his fingers gliding down your neck. Foolishly, you convince yourself that maybe you had made him see reason, that taking his life in place of yours wasn’t a worthy cause.

Every ounce of hope you had gathered is broken when he places a kiss to your temple. “I will always love you Y/n Y/l/n.” In the blink of an eye he disappears, the only evidence he had been there being the phantom feeling of his lips on your skin.

“NO!”

Sloshing through the water-logged streets of Covington Louisiana, you watch your feet as you walk, mind in a different time and place completely. You hadn’t been able to face New Orleans since his funeral, far too many memories were sowed into the streets of the city he loved. You couldn’t face his siblings either, Rebekah had been kind enough to look after you for a time, though even she had her limits on being around the woman her brother died for.

You were well and truly alone.

“Y/n! How’ve you been?” Eyeing your neighbor you give him a nod of the head, acknowledging his words without a response. The elderly man doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by your standoffish behavior. His smile remains unwavering at your silence. “Oh! Before I forget, a woman stopped by while you were at work, a blonde. She wanted me to make sure you got this.” Retreating into the apartment adjacent from yours, he returns a moment later with a pristine white envelope in his grasp.

“Thanks.” The only blonde you still kept anywhere near your personal life these days was Rebekah, and a letter was the perfect way to communicate without actually talking to you.

Dear Y/n,

It’s been far too long since we’ve seen you down in New Orleans. It would do you some good to be around family again.

-Bekah.

You want to laugh at the oddity in her statement. You didn’t have any family as far as you were concerned, and you sure as hell weren’t going to trudge back to that city, that house, those memories. Throwing the letter on your unused coffee table, you slump onto the couch in your barren living room. Eyes scanning the cream-colored walls.

He would have hated this.

“Maybe if you were here, you would have a say in the color I keep my place. Seeing as you’re not, the cream stays.” The sentence is spoken to the open air, your words not meeting the ears of the man you wished they would. Though the interaction still brings a soft smile to your face, your body relaxing.

Music.

Your eyes drift open to the fluttering sound of piano keys. The song, one you hadn’t heard before. The tune is sweet, the gentle cords causing your body to sway ever so slightly, mind ignoring the thick haze that surrounds you. As the melody comes to a seamless halt, the haze lifts and your vision is greeted with ocean blue eyes.

Standing in the distance was the man you had fallen in love with every night since that last goodbye kiss. The prince charming of your dreams, the other half of your irrevocably damaged heart.

Klaus Mikaelson.

His gaze follows your form as you glide towards him, white dress flowing behind you. the lake he had promised to marry you on at his back. When you finally reach him the rest of the world falls away as two broken hearts mend themselves together.

“I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

“Then come back to me.”

You jolt awake to the fluorescent glow of the hall way light in your dingy apartment, when sleep had claimed your consciousness was a mystery, though your mind was far from focused on that particular detail, Klaus’ words still ringing in your head.

Come back to me.

You pick up your phone and dial Rebekah’s number.

~~

The world may have changed as the years had passed but the one thing that never would was New Orleans. The same faces still lingered in the bars, the shops you had loved still thriving in the corners of city streets. The compound looked unchanged from the day you left, the warmth that once radiated from the walls now dulled, the lively aura of the city stopping at its entrance. Before you can lift a hand to knock, the door flies open to reveal the face of Elijah Mikaelson.

“Hello Y/f/n, it’s been a long time.”

“Elijah.” Furrowing your brow, you step past the original and into the compound’s entryway. Though you could still feel the gloom that had incased the structure, its beauty never ceased to captivate you. “How’ve you been?” You surprise yourself with the question, face scrunching at the awkward delivery.

“I’ve been well, how about you?” Clearing your throat you gaze endlessly at your fingernails, taking note of the damage you had done on the drive over.

“Uh, fine, I guess. How’s everyone else? Hope?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself.” Again, your taken off guard when you enter the spacious living area, only to be greeted with a room full of people.

“Oh. I didn’t know everyone was going to be here.” The familiar faces of Freya, Kol, Rebekah and Hayley reassure you slightly, though the strange new ones that you’re sure had been added in your absence still make you tense.

“Were celebrating, why wouldn’t everyone be here?” It’s Kol who speaks though your attention stays on Elijah.

“Celebrating what exactly?” Anyone who had been speaking goes silent then, all previous conversations halted as everyone’s attention is turned to you.

“Me love.” The nickname turns your blood to ice, rage igniting deep within you, until you recognize just who was speaking. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but staring at him now, heart beating, smiling brilliantly. You would never doubt it again. “Love?” The timbre of his voice sends a chill down your spine, as if you were in the presence of a ghost.

“Please tell me this is real.” Klaus doesn’t move for a moment, his eyes casting a concerned glance in your direction. “Please.” Your voice cracks violently as the silence draws on, certain that this was another cruel dream tempting you with everything you wanted.

“It’s real love, I’m here.” His arms wind around you in an instant, catching you as your knees give out. You don’t waste time asking for an explanation, his touch enough to reassure you that he was there.

“Don’t ever leave me again. Ever.” He doesn’t tell you what you want to hear, refusing to make anymore promises he can’t keep. Instead, he caresses your face, time slowing as you reaffirm the love the two of you shared. “I want to be with you forever” Your words hang in the space between you, the world waiting for your next move. “Marry me.”

Time hadn’t been on your side for two years, the days evermoving, your body aging without your permission. You wanted to get back what was stolen from you, every minute that was wasted without him.

You wanted forever.

He doesn’t question your decision, his mind taken with the feeling of your body in his arms again. Tightening his grip, his head dips down to your ear, his answer whispered for only you to hear.

“I believe I’m the one who should be asking you that love.” You place your hands on either side of his face then, eyes never leaving his beautifully blue orbs. With each passing second in his hold, it was as if the last two years had been a figment of your imagination, a horrid dream that he woke you from like he had so many times before.

“You took too long.” You giggle as the hybrid rolls his eyes in your direction, his fingers dancing up your sides. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Without wasting another minute, you gently kiss the man before you, the world falling away, as you Memorize the moment your lips finally met.

[realityescapee01]

where Klaus found love again, and could end up losing it because of nostalgia.. or did he indeed lose it?

Klaus x Y/N

Y/N rubbed the ring Klaus gave her. It was an antique ruby ring. It is their engagement ring. It had been months since Klaus proposed. Everyone was happy for them, Rebekah was the happiest for them. She had gotten her own happiness, so she wished Klaus would get his too. Even going so much to push her to turn already, so that her and Klaus would be together - forever.

Yes, Y/N is an ordinary human. She doesn't want to turn yet. She would ask Klaus on their wedding night. Which seemed to get farther and farther. Klaus has been disappearing a lot lately.

The crisis with Hope just finished. Having found a way to finally get rid of the hollow without anyone dying. It took Freya and Caroline together to do it.

And that's when it went downhill for Y/N when Caroline re-entered Klaus's life. At first it was okay, it was for Hope's condition. But Klaus started ignoring her to favor the latter. To which Rebekah was so mad about.

"Bloody hell! I don't get why Nik was so blinded! Why can't he see that he's not in love with her, it's just his idea of her. From long ago as well! She was nothing but afraid of him, living a teenage dream of damsel in distress and falling for the bad boy trope!"

Y/N tried to calm Rebekah down, looking at Marcel for help, to which the man just shrugged and downed his scotch drink.

"I will not stand for this, Y/N! She and Nik are a teenage dream. A little girl and boy's teenage love. You and Nik is the real deal! The grown up kind of love.!" Rebekah huffed. Y/N couldn't help but let a tear escape. Klaus was on a road trip. Accompanying Caroline back to Mystic Falls. Y/N couldn't protests because the woman did save Hope and helped Klaus a lot. So Y/N let him.

"I mean, Y/N, being human and all, you were so brave to help us out on our problems however you can. You literally put your life in harm's way everytime." "I try what I can do. I don't wanna be a burden." They remembered a time when Hopes was 9 years old and passed out. Y/N never left her amidst the witches and vampires that threatened her. She was even drunk dry by one. Still she placed her arm over Hope for protection. If Freya didn't find them on time, Y/N would've died.

"You shouldn't have let Nik go with her. She's a witch and can take care of herself!" Rebekah threw dagger to the wall. "He'll be back by night time, Bekah, it's okay." -Y/N lied. Klaus never said he would. And he haven't answered her calls or texts either.

"Hey, Y/N. We could take a look where they are." -Hope offered.

"Did you regret our time together?" -Klaus asked Caroline. "No. I don't. I think you just saw something in me that you've lost. Innocence perhaps." Klaus just stared back at her. Caroline continued. "We were... what happened is in the past now. I've changed. You've changed. I was scared of you. I was terrified the whole time." "Do you regret, meeting me?" Klaus pressed on. "No. I eas young then. I didn't know what I was doing. I was scared of you the whole time. And if you ever meet me now, I don't know if you'd even notice me." "It's impossible not to notice you. Your essence would harangue me until I did."

Hope readied the things she need for the spell. She likes Y/N and was very happy when she and her father got together. Even more happier when they decided to get married soon. Hope just wished her dad would answer Y/N's call and would not fuck it up. Hope noticed how nostalgic Klaus was acting around Caroline. Reminiscing about the old times. She was impressed at Y/N for not lashing out really. If it was her, ex lover be damned! But she knows Y/N did it for her. Klaus needed Caroline to finally get rid of the hollow.

Hope took Y/N's hands in hers and started chanting. They saw the vision of Caroline and Klaus...

"You were never the villain of my story." Klaus leaned in to Caroline, foreheads touching. "Wtf?!?" -Hope was pissed. Y/N let go of her hands and turned away. "Y/N! Wait... they didn't kiss." Y/N was weeping. "Hope. Just the intention to is enough."

Klaus returned around midnight. He came home to Freya doing a cleansing ritual. "Nice timing I was to put up a barrier around our house. Impenetrable by supernatural beings." Freya explained that she has to lockdown the house for 24hrs to thoroughly cleanse all evil energy hiding or left in their house.

Klaus went straight to Hope and greeted her with a kiss on her forehead. Then he sat next to Y/N was. Who, looked solemn. "What's the matter, love?" Klaus wrapped an arm on her shoulders. Y/N never spoke but just took Klaus's hand and brought them toward the entrance. "I cannot pass through, love." "No, it's okay." Y/N stopped just a step from the barrier.

"Klaus, a while ago, when you weren't answering calls. Hope did a spell to take a look at you. I saw you and Caroline. You wanted to kiss her." Y/N explained. "Y/N, that's... we never did kiss then." "Yes, but at that moment you wanted to. There must be a reason." Klaus let out a deep breath "It's nothing, love. I swear. It was just... reminiscing." Klaus tightened his hold on Y/N, he feels if he doesn't, she would slip away.

Y/N kissed him. Wrapped her arms around Klaus's neck. When the kiss broke, Y/N took Klaus's hands and placed the ring on his palm. "Y/N? What is thi-" Klaus was looking at the engagement ring he gave her. Is she returning it? Klaus looked up to gaze at Y/N's eyes. She was a step away. "Come here, love." Klaus reached for Y/N but the barrier stopped his hand. Y/N had stepped to the other side of the barrier.

"Freya!!! Take the barrier down!" -Klaus kept hitting his fist on the barrier. He wanted to reach out and hold Y/N. "I can't, it's already set to come off after a day." "You better do something! Y/N, love, please. Come to me." Klaus pleaded. "I am sorry. It was a mistake." Klaus apologized. "No, Klaus, listen. It's okay. Go on to her. I want you to be truly happy. Even if it's not with me." Klaus's tears started falling. "Y/N, my love. Please."

"Goodbye, Klaus."

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thank you.

there is a part 2 here

master list here

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Better Man: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: could you do better man from that album :) btw I love your writing <33

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Better Man

Find me at a quarter to three, cigarette in my hand I'd be at every party, I wouldn't miss a chance

Leaning against the wall, Klaus watched Y/N mingle with her friends. He’d been here for two hours now, Y/N having convinced him to come along so he could be introduced as her boyfriend.

It had taken a lot of persuasion, some that wouldn’t be suitable to describe without a warning. He smirked as he remembered it all, his eyes falling to Y/N, the way her dress fit her body. God, she was beautiful, and she had the smile to make sure of it.

That smile was on her face now as she walked over to him. Klaus hummed as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder, music still thumping in his ears. But he drowned all of that out when she spoke.

“Thank you for coming tonight. It means a lot.” She leant up and kissed his cheek, her lips lingering.

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, love.” And he wouldn’t have. Klaus wouldn’t have missed the chance to see that smile on Y/N’s face, would’ve gone to a thousand parties with crappy music and drunken youths if it meant seeing her happy.

She had changed him, he knew that. A hundred years ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

New friends again and again, gone when the morning comes Demons I try to defend, but I couldn't get enough

Klaus was only here because he needed to be. If he didn’t show his face, the Governor wouldn’t endorse his family, and then the Mikaelson mansion would be knocked down. His family, homeless, again.

He didn’t like the Governor, saw him as a seedy old man who kept looking at Rebekah like she was something to eat. Little he did know that it was in fact the other way around. If it had been his choice, Klaus would have killed the man on sight and then taken all his money for himself, but he had promised Elijah to behave.

So he had trudged his way over to the Governor’s evening party, and was now leaning against the wall, a permanent scowl on his face.

He didn’t change it when she looked at him, a small smile on her face. The girl was pretty, yes, but she had that look about her that told him she would be in for more than sex. Klaus wasn’t ready for a relationship, not after the disaster that was the last one he had had. He continued to scowl at her until she moved on.

Over to Kol. Klaus rolled his eyes at his younger brother, knowing full well that by the end of the night the girl would be fully satisfied, but dead. One look at the Governor eyeing up Rebekah had Klaus giving in to the demonic voice in the back of his head, and he made his way over to Kol and the poor, unsuspecting human girl, with every intention of taking her off his brother and feasting on her himself.

Kol would get over it, moving onto another in the space of ten minutes.

If he had to endure this night, he might as well enjoy himself.

So much for behaving.

Fading away, fading away Wake up to someone with nothing to say

It didn’t matter that when Klaus woke up next to Y/N the following morning, they had nothing to say to each other. It didn’t matter when she hummed contentedly as he kissed his way up her neck, along her jaw line, before gently biting down on her earlobe. It didn’t matter when she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her, devouring his lips with her own.

They’d stumbled home last night, drunk enough that the rest of the world seemed blurry, but not so that when they made love, it faded away as it always did, just the two of them moving in perfect synchronicity.

It seemed they were headed back down that route this morning as their kisses grew more and more urgent.

Klaus still had nothing to say as Y/N climbed on top of him, his hands on her hips as she looked down at him. She was truly beautiful, and he couldn’t quite believe that he had lived centuries without her, didn’t dare imagine the next centuries without her.

He wanted her to know that, to make her feel like she was his entire world. He had never wanted anyone quite like he wanted her.

She had changed him, he knew that. Fifty years ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

I'd never change, thought I'd never change Then you come and change it all

Klaus watched from the breakfast table as the young lady hurried past him, her head down and her cheeks flushed. She had been fun, a well-needed distraction and a moment of company. Elijah wasn’t speaking to him, and the rest of his siblings, well, they were currently in the middle of a very long sleep.

He had picked up the girl at a party, having noticed her dancing to the loud 70s music thumping through the club. It wasn’t to his taste, but she was, and it wasn’t long before he had persuaded her to come home with him, straight into his bed.

As he watched her leave, the door slamming behind her, Klaus wondered what Elijah would have said. He knew that his older brother would have scolded him for his sexual activities, for the broken hearts littered throughout the years.

“Well, at least I didn’t drain her,” Klaus would have snapped back. He had moved on from that particular activity a long time ago, leaving the mixture of sex and food to his younger brother.

“Why can’t you just find someone to spend your life with?” It was always that, or at least, a variation on that particular question. Klaus always scoffed, just as he did now imagining his brother’s words. Elijah wanted someone to come along and change Klaus, someone who would tame him.

Klaus was sure that would never happen. He had never even entertained the idea that he would be wrong.

With your love, your love, I'm a better, better man Darling, all of my wrongs, they led me right to you

“Good morning.” It was the lilt of Y/N’s voice, the way she leaned up onto her toes and kissed his cheek after he’d showered, that made Klaus smile. It was an ordinary, everyday activity that never failed to amaze him.

He watched as she turned back to making him breakfast, eyes trained on the slope of her back, the way shoulder blades that he had lovingly adored with his lips only a few moments before, moved as she did. Shoulder blades made for wings, and it wasn’t unusual for him to expect white feathers to burst forth from her skin.

He took the time to think, to look at the woman who had been his path to redemption, picking up the pieces of the hybrid that had fallen from grace more times than anyone could count. Y/N made Klaus better, in all senses of the word, her love for him making him see where he had gone so wrong over the centuries.

He walked over, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and murmuring against her temple.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He didn’t say it very often, not even to his siblings.

She had changed him, he knew that. A year ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for Your love, your love, I'm a better, better man

Klaus scowled at the woman standing in front of him. She had been left by her friends to keep an eye on him, some part of an elaborate plan to make sure he was out of the way whilst they did whatever it was they were doing. Y/N. That was her name.

He decided pretty early on that he didn’t like her, especially when she tried to speak to him, a smirk to rival his own playing on her lips. He had considered killing her, but there were protection spells on her that he had no hope of breaking, and so had taken to pretending she didn’t exist.

Of course, that hadn’t proved very successful as she’d continued to taunt him, causing him to turn and glare at her. She just smiled, eyes twinkling in a way that he would have thought was beautiful if his blood hadn’t been boiling.

“Oh, so you are listening to me. Good to know.”

She was arrogant and clearly proud of herself, reminding Klaus too much of himself. He hoped this would be the last time he saw her.

Never in a million years did he think that one year on, he would be wrapped in her arms, kissing her like she was his only source of life. Elijah had told him that one day he would meet someone just like him, someone who would make him see his flaws, someone he would be willing to die for, someone whose love would make Klaus Mikaelson a better man.

It didn’t cross his mind, the thought that it might be her.

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Taylor Swift broke all her rules with Folklore — and gave herself a much-needed escape The pop star, one of EW's 2020 Entertainers of the Year, delves deep into her surprise eighth album, Rebekah Harkness, and a Joe Biden presidency. By Alex Suskind

“He is my co-writer on ‛Betty’ and ‛Exile,’” replies Taylor Swift with deadpan precision. The question Who is William Bowery? was, at the time we spoke, one of 2020’s great mysteries, right up there with the existence of Joe Exotic and the sudden arrival of murder hornets. An unknown writer credited on the year’s biggest album? It must be an alias.

Is he your brother?

“He’s William Bowery,” says Swift with a smile.

It's early November, after Election Day but before Swift eventually revealed Bowery's true identity to the world (the leading theory, that he was boyfriend Joe Alwyn, proved prescient). But, like all Swiftian riddles, it was fun to puzzle over for months, particularly in this hot mess of a year, when brief distractions are as comforting as a well-worn cardigan. Thankfully, the Bowery... erhm, Alwyn-assisted Folklore — a Swift project filled with muted pianos and whisper-quiet snares, recorded in secret with Jack Antonoff and the National’s Aaron Dessner — delivered.

“The only people who knew were the people I was making it with, my boyfriend, my family, and a small management team,” Swift, 30, tells EW of the album's hush-hush recording sessions. That gave the intimate Folklore a mystique all its own: the first surprise Taylor Swift album, one that prioritized fantastical tales over personal confessions.

“Early in quarantine, I started watching lots of films,” she explains. “Consuming other people’s storytelling opened this portal in my imagination and made me feel like, Why have I never created characters and intersecting storylines?” That’s how she ended up with three songs about an imagined love triangle (“Cardigan,” “Betty,” “August”), one about a clandestine romance (“Illicit Affairs”), and another chronicling a doomed relationship (“Exile”). Others tell of sumptuous real-life figures like Rebekah Harkness, a divorcee who married the heir to Standard Oil — and whose home Swift purchased 31 years after her death. The result, “The Last Great American Dynasty,” hones in on Harkness’ story, until Swift cleverly injects herself.

And yet, it wouldn’t be a Swift album without a few barbed postmortems over her own history. Notably, “My Tears Ricochet” and “Mad Woman," which touch on her former label head Scott Borchetta selling the masters to Swift’s catalog to her known nemesis Scooter Braun. Mere hours after our interview, the lyrics’ real-life origins took a surprising twist, when news broke that Swift’s music had once again been sold, to another private equity firm, for a reported $300 million. Though Swift ignored repeated requests for comment on the transaction, she did tweet a statement, hitting back at Braun while noting that she had begun re-recording her old albums — something she first promised in 2019 as a way of retaining agency over her creative legacy. (Later, she would tease a snippet of that reimagined work, with a new version of her hit 2008 single "Love Story.")

Like surprise-dropping Folklore, like pissing off the president by endorsing his opponents, like shooing away haters, Swift does what suits her. “I don’t think we often hear about women who did whatever the hell they wanted,” she says of Harkness — something Swift is clearly intent on changing. For her, that means basking in the world of, and favorable response to, Folklore. As she says in our interview, “I have this weird thing where, in order to create the next thing, I attack the previous thing. I don’t love that I do that, but it is the thing that has kept me pivoting to another world every time I make an album. But with this one, I still love it.”

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: We’ve spent the year quarantined in our houses, trying to stay healthy and avoiding friends and family. Were you surprised by your ability to create and release a full album in the middle of a pandemic?

TAYLOR SWIFT: I was. I wasn't expecting to make an album. Early on in quarantine, I started watching lots of films. We would watch a different movie every night. I'm ashamed to say I hadn't seen Pan's Labyrinth before. One night I'd watch that, then I'd watch L.A. Confidential, then we'd watch Rear Window, then we'd watch Jane Eyre. I feel like consuming other people's art and storytelling sort of opened this portal in my imagination and made me feel like, "Well, why have I never done this before? Why have I never created characters and intersecting storylines? And why haven't I ever sort of freed myself up to do that from a narrative standpoint?" There is something a little heavy about knowing when you put out an album, people are going to take it so literally that everything you say could be clickbait. It was really, really freeing to be able to just be inspired by worlds created by the films you watch or books you've read or places you've dreamed of or people that you've wondered about, not just being inspired by your own experience.

In that vain, what's it like to sit down and write something like “Betty,” which is told from the perspective of a 17-year-old boy?

That was huge for me. And I think it came from the fact that my co-writer, William Bowery [Joe Alwyn], is male — and he was the one who originally thought of the chorus melody. And hearing him sing it, I thought, "That sounds really cool." Obviously, I don't have a male voice, but I thought, "I could have a male perspective." Patty Griffin wrote this song, “Top of the World.” It's one of my favorite songs of all time, and it's from the perspective of this older man who has lived a life full of regret, and he's kind of taking stock of that regret. So, I thought, "This is something that people I am a huge fan of have done. This would be fun to kind of take this for a spin."

What are your favorite William Bowery conspiracies?

I love them all individually and equally. I love all the conspiracy theories around this album. [With] "Betty," Jack Antonoff would text me these articles and think pieces and in-depth Tumblr posts on what this love triangle meant to the person who had listened to it. And that's exactly what I was hoping would happen with this album. I wrote these stories for a specific reason and from a specific place about specific people that I imagined, but I wanted that to all change given who was listening to it. And I wanted it to start out as mine and become other people's. It's been really fun to watch.

One of the other unique things about Folklore — the parameters around it were completely different from anything you'd done. There was no long roll out, no stadium-sized pop anthems, no aiming for the radio-friendly single. How fearful were you in avoiding what had worked in the past?

I didn't think about any of that for the very first time. And a lot of this album was kind of distilled down to the purest version of what the story is. Songwriting on this album is exactly the way that I would write if I considered nothing else other than, "What words do I want to write? What stories do I want to tell? What melodies do I want to sing? What production is essential to tell those stories?" It was a very do-it-yourself experience. My management team, we created absolutely everything in advance — every lyric video, every individual album package. And then we called our label a week in advance and said, "Here's what we have.” The photo shoot was me and the photographer walking out into a field. I'd done my hair and makeup and brought some nightgowns. These experiences I was used to having with 100 people on set, commanding alongside other people in a very committee fashion — all of a sudden it was me and a photographer, or me and my DP. It was a new challenge, because I love collaboration. But there's something really fun about knowing what you can do if it's just you doing it.

Did you find it freeing?

I did. Every project involves different levels of collaboration, because on other albums there are things that my stylist will think of that I never would've thought of. But if I had all those people on the photo shoot, I would've had to have them quarantine away from their families for weeks on end, and I would've had to ask things of them that I didn't think were fair if I could figure out a way to do it [myself]. I had this idea for the [Folklore album cover] that it would be this girl sleepwalking through the forest in a nightgown in 1830 [laughs]. Very specific. A pioneer woman sleepwalking at night. I made a moodboard and sent it to Beth [Garrabrant], who I had never worked with before, who shoots only on film. We were just carrying bags across a field and putting the bags of film down, and then taking pictures. It was a blast.

Folklore includes plenty of intimate acoustic echoes to what you've done in the past. But there are also a lot of new sonics here, too — these quiet, powerful, intricately layered harmonics. What was it like to receive the music from Aaron and try to write lyrics on top of it? 

Well, Aaron is one of the most effortlessly prolific creators I've ever worked with. It's really mind-blowing. And every time I've spoken to an artist since this whole process [began], I said, "You need to work with him. It'll change the way you create." He would send me these — he calls them sketches, but it's basically an instrumental track. the second day — the day after I texted him and said, "Hey, would you ever want to work together?" — he sent me this file of probably 30 of these instrumentals and every single one of them was one of the most interesting, exciting things I had ever heard. Music can be beautiful, but it can be lacking that evocative nature. There was something about everything he created that is an immediate image in my head or melody that I came up with. So much so that I'd start writing as soon as I heard a new one. And oftentimes what I would send back would inspire him to make more instrumentals and then send me that one. And then I wrote the song and it started to shape the project, form-fitted and customized to what we wanted to do.

It was weird because I had never made an album and not played it for my girlfriends or told my friends. The only people who knew were the people that I was making it with, my boyfriend, my family, and then my management team. So that's the smallest number of people I've ever had know about something. I'm usually playing it for everyone that I'm friends with. So I had a lot of friends texting me things like, "Why didn't you say on our everyday FaceTimes you were making a record?"

Was it nice to be able to keep it a secret?

Well, it felt like it was only my thing. It felt like such an inner world I was escaping to every day that it almost didn't feel like an album. Because I wasn't making a song and finishing it and going, "Oh my God, that is catchy.” I wasn't making these things with any purpose in mind. And so it was almost like having it just be mine was this really sweet, nice, pure part of the world as everything else in the world was burning and crashing and feeling this sickness and sadness. I almost didn't process it as an album. This was just my daydream space.

Does it still feel like that?

Yeah, because I love it so much. I have this weird thing that I do when I create something where in order to create the next thing I kind of, in my head, attack the previous thing. I don't love that I do that but it is the thing that has kept me pivoting to another world every time I make an album. But with this one, I just still love it. I'm so proud of it. And so that feels very foreign to me. That doesn't feel like a normal experience that I've had with releasing albums.

When did you first learn about Rebekah Harkness?

Oh, I learned about her as soon as I was being walked through [her former Rhode Island] home. I got the house when I was in my early twenties as a place for my family to congregate and be together. I was told about her, I think, by the real estate agent who was walking us through the property. And as soon as I found out about her, I wanted to know everything I could. So I started reading. I found her so interesting. And then as more parallels began to develop between our two lives — being the lady that lives in that house on the hill that everybody gets to gossip about — I was always looking for an opportunity to write about her. And I finally found it.

I love that you break the fourth wall in the song. Did you go in thinking you’d include yourself in the story?

I think that in my head, I always wanted to do a country music, standard narrative device, which is: the first verse you sing about someone else, the second verse you sing about someone else who's even closer to you, and then in the third verse, you go, "Surprise! It was me.” You bring it personal for the last verse. And I'd always thought that if I were to tell that story, I would want to include the similarities — our lives or our reputations or our scandals.

How often did you regale friends about the history of Rebekah and Holiday House while hanging out at Holiday House? 

Anyone who's been there before knows that I do “The Tour,” in quotes, where I show everyone through the house. And I tell them different anecdotes about each room, because I've done that much research on this house and this woman. So in every single room, there's a different anecdote about Rebekah Harkness. If you have a mixed group of people who've been there before and people who haven't, [the people who’ve been there] are like, "Oh, she's going to do the tour. She's got to tell you the story about how the ballerinas used to practice on the lawn.” And they'll go get a drink and skip it because it's the same every time. But for me, I'm telling the story with the same electric enthusiasm, because it's just endlessly entertaining to me that this fabulous woman lived there. She just did whatever she wanted.

There are a handful of songs on Folklore that feel like pretty clear nods to your personal life over the last year, including your relationships with Scott Borchetta and Scooter Braun. How long did it take to crystallize the feelings you had around both of them into “My Tears Ricochet” or “Mad Woman”?

I found myself being very triggered by any stories, movies, or narratives revolving around divorce, which felt weird because I haven't experienced it directly. There’s no reason it should cause me so much pain, but all of a sudden it felt like something I had been through. I think that happens any time you've been in a 15-year relationship and it ends in a messy, upsetting way. So I wrote “My Tears Ricochet” and I was using a lot of imagery that I had conjured up while comparing a relationship ending to when people end an actual marriage. All of a sudden this person that you trusted more than anyone in the world is the person that can hurt you the worst. Then all of a sudden the things that you have been through together, hurt. All of a sudden, the person who was your best friend is now your biggest nemesis, etc. etc. etc. I think I wrote some of the first lyrics to that song after watching Marriage Story and hearing about when marriages go wrong and end in such a catastrophic way. So these songs are in some ways imaginary, in some ways not, and in some ways both.

How did it feel to drop an F-bomb on "Mad Woman"?

F---ing fantastic.

And that’s the first time you ever recorded one on a record, right?

Yeah. Every rule book was thrown out. I always had these rules in my head and one of them was, You haven't done this before, so you can't ever do this. “Well, you've never had an explicit sticker, so you can't ever have an explicit sticker.” But that was one of the times where I felt like you need to follow the language and you need to follow the storyline. And if the storyline and the language match up and you end up saying the F-word, just go for it. I wasn't adhering to any of the guidelines that I had placed on myself. I decided to just make what I wanted to make. And I'm really happy that the fans were stoked about that because I think they could feel that. I'm not blaming anyone else for me restricting myself in the past. That was all, I guess, making what I want to make. I think my fans could feel that I opened the gate and ran out of the pasture for the first time, which I'm glad they picked up on because they're very intuitive.

Let’s talk about “Epiphany.” The first verse is a nod to your grandfather, Dean, who fought in World War II. What does his story mean to you personally? 

I wanted to write about him for awhile. He died when I was very young, but my dad would always tell this story that the only thing that his dad would ever say about the war was when somebody would ask him, "Why do you have such a positive outlook on life?" My grandfather would reply, "Well, I'm not supposed to be here. I shouldn't be here." My dad and his brothers always kind of imagined that what he had experienced was really awful and traumatic and that he'd seen a lot of terrible things. So when they did research, they learned that he had fought at the Battles of Guadalcanal, at Cape Gloucester, at Talasea, at Okinawa. He had seen a lot of heavy fire and casualties — all of the things that nightmares are made of. He was one of the first people to sign up for the war. But you know, these are things that you can only imagine that a lot of people in that generation didn't speak about because, a) they didn't want people that they came home to to worry about them, and b) it just was so bad that it was the actual definition of unspeakable.

That theme continues in the next verse, which is a pretty overt nod to what’s been happening during COVID. As someone who lives in Nashville, how difficult has it been to see folks on Lower Broadway crowding the bars without masks?

I mean, you just immediately think of the health workers who are putting their lives on the line — and oftentimes losing their lives. If they make it out of this, if they see the other side of it, there's going to be a lot of trauma that comes with that; there's going to be things that they witnessed that they will never be able to un-see. And that was the connection that I drew. I did a lot of research on my grandfather in the beginning of quarantine, and it hit me very quickly that we've got a version of that trauma happening right now in our hospitals. God, you hope people would respect it and would understand that going out for a night isn't worth the ripple effect that it causes. But obviously we're seeing that a lot of people don't seem to have their eyes open to that — or if they do, a lot of people don't care, which is upsetting.

You had the Lover Fest East and West scheduled this year. How hard has it been to both not perform for your fans this year, and see the music industry at large go through such a brutal change?

It's confusing. It's hard to watch. I think that maybe me wanting to make as much music as possible during this time was a way for me to feel like I could reach out my hand and touch my fans, even if I couldn't physically reach out or take a picture with them. We've had a lot of different, amazing, fun, sort of underground traditions we've built over the years that involve a lot of human interaction, and so I have no idea what's going to happen with touring; none of us do. And that's a scary thing. You can't look to somebody in the music industry who's been around a long time, or an expert touring manager or promoter and [ask] what's going to happen and have them give you an answer. I think we're all just trying to keep our eyes on the horizon and see what it looks like. So we're just kind of sitting tight and trying to take care of whatever creative spark might exist and trying to figure out how to reach our fans in other ways, because we just can't do that right now.

When you are able to perform again, do you have plans on resurfacing a Lover Fest-type event?

I don't know what incarnation it'll take and I really would need to sit down and think about it for a good solid couple of months before I figured out the answer. Because whatever we do, I want it to be something that is thoughtful and will make the fans happy and I hope I can achieve that. I'm going to try really hard to.

In addition to recording an album, you spent this year supporting Joe Biden and Kamala Harris in the election. Where were you when it was called in their favor? 

Well, when the results were coming in, I was actually at the property where we shot the Entertainment Weekly cover. I was hanging out with my photographer friend, Beth, and the wonderful couple that owned the farm where we [were]. And we realized really early into the night that we weren't going to get an accurate picture of the results. Then, a couple of days later, I was on a video shoot, but I was directing, and I was standing there with my face shield and mask on next to my director of photography, Rodrigo Prieto. And I just remember a news alert coming up on my phone that said, "Biden is our next president. He's won the election." And I showed it to Rodrigo and he said, "I'm always going to remember the moment that we learned this." And I looked around, and people's face shields were starting to fog up because a lot of people were really misty-eyed and emotional, and it was not loud. It wasn't popping bottles of champagne. It was this moment of quiet, cautious elation and relief.

Do you ever think about what Folklore would have sounded like if you, Aaron, and Jack had been in the same room?

I think about it all the time. I think that a lot of what has happened with the album has to do with us all being in a collective emotional place. Obviously everybody's lives have different complexities and whatnot, but I think most of us were feeling really shaken up and really out of place and confused and in need of something comforting all at the same time. And for me, that thing that was comforting was making music that felt sort of like I was trying to hug my fans through the speakers. That was truly my intent. Just trying to hug them when I can't hug them.

I wanted to talk about some of the lyrics on Folklore. One of my favorite pieces of wordplay is in “August”: that flip of "sipped away like a bottle of wine/slipped away like a moment in time.” Was there an "aha moment" for you while writing that?

I was really excited about "August slipped away into a moment of time/August sipped away like a bottle of wine." That was a song where Jack sent me the instrumental and I wrote the song pretty much on the spot; it just was an intuitive thing. And that was actually the first song that I wrote of the "Betty" triangle. So the Betty songs are "August," "Cardigan," and "Betty." "August" was actually the first one, which is strange because it's the song from the other girl's perspective.

Yeah, I assumed you wrote "Cardigan" first.

It would be safe to assume that "Cardigan" would be first, but it wasn't. It was very strange how it happened, but it kind of pieced together one song at a time, starting with "August," where I kind of wanted to explore the element of This is from the perspective of a girl who was having her first brush with love. And then all of a sudden she's treated like she's the other girl, because there was another situation that had already been in place, but "August" girl thought she was really falling in love. It kind of explores the idea of the undefined relationship. As humans, we're all encouraged to just be cool and just let it happen, and don't ask what the relationship is — Are we exclusive? But if you are chill about it, especially when you're young, you learn the very hard lesson that if you don't define something, oftentimes they can gaslight you into thinking it was nothing at all, and that it never happened. And how do you mourn the loss of something once it ends, if you're being made to believe that it never happened at all?

"I almost didn't process it as an album," says Taylor Swift of making Folklore. "And it's still hard for me to process as an entity or a commodity, because [it] was just my daydream space."

On the flip side, "Peace" is bit more defined in terms of how one approaches a relationship. There's this really striking line, "The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me/Would it be enough if I can never give you peace?" How did that line come to you?

I'm really proud of that one too. I heard the track immediately. Aaron sent it to me, and it had this immediate sense of serenity running through it. The first word that popped into my head was peace, but I thought that it would be too on-the-nose to sing about being calm, or to sing about serenity, or to sing about finding peace with someone. Because you have this very conflicted, very dramatic conflict-written lyric paired with this very, very calming sound of the instrumental. But, "The devil's in the details," is one of those phrases that I've written down over the years. That's a common phrase that is used in the English language every day. And I just thought it sounded really cool because of the D, D sound. And I thought, "I'll hang onto those in a list, and then, I'll finally find the right place for them in a story." I think that's how a lot of people feel where it's like, "Yeah, the devil's in the details. Everybody's complex when you look under the hood of the car." But basically saying, "I'm there for you if you want that, if this complexity is what you want."

There's another clever turn-of-phrase on "This is Me Trying." "I didn't know if you'd care if I came back/I have a lot of regrets about that." That feels like a nod toward your fans, and some of the feelings you had about retreating from the public sphere.

Absolutely. I think I was writing from three different characters' perspectives, one who's going through that; I was channeling the emotions I was feeling in 2016, 2017, where I just felt like I was worth absolutely nothing. And then, the second verse is about dealing with addiction and issues with struggling every day. And every second of the day, you're trying not to fall into old patterns, and nobody around you can see that, and no one gives you credit for it. And then, the third verse, I was thinking, what would the National do? What lyric would Matt Berninger write? What chords would the National play? And it's funny because I've since played this song for Aaron, and he's like, "That's not what we would've done at all." He's like, "I love that song, but that's totally different than what we would've done with it."

When we last spoke, in April 2019, we were talking about albums we were listening to at the time and you professed your love for the National and I Am Easy to Find. Two months later, you met up with Aaron at their concert, and now, we're here talking about the National again.

Yeah, I was at the show where they were playing through I Am Easy to Find. What I loved about [that album] was they had female vocalists singing from female perspectives, and that triggered and fired something in me where I thought, "I've got to play with different perspectives because that is so intriguing when you hear a female perspective come in from a band where you're used to only hearing a male perspective." It just sparked something in me. And obviously, you mentioning the National is the reason why Folklore came to be. So, thank you for that, Alex.

I'm here for all of your songwriting muse needs in the future.

I can't wait to see what comes out of this interview.

This interview has been edited and condensed.

For more on our Entertainers of the Year and Best & Worst of 2020, order the January issue of Entertainment Weekly or find it on newsstands beginning Dec. 18. (You can also pick up the full set of six covers here.) Don’t forget to subscribe for more exclusive interviews and photos, only in EW.

[leossmoonn]

A Cinderella Story

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pairing - kai parker x fem!reader fairytale au

type - fluff

note / request -  “Hi! So a kai request.. how about Cinderella's story with Kai×Reader pls.. they meet in masquerade ball, she lost a shoe behind and Kai uses the locator spell to find her 😁😁tysm”

summary - prince kai tries to find the mystery woman who had left her shoe at the ball

warnings / includes - mild language, degradation from the step sisters and mother, kissing, mentions of wanting to murder your step mom (gets a lil dark for like .2 secs lol)

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Y/n! Wake up!” You sat up immediately, hearing your step-sister’s voices yell from downstairs. 

“I’m up!” You shouted back. You got out of bed, putting your robe over your nightgown. You opened your curtains, taking in a few moments of peace before you had to deal with the monsters that were downstairs. 

You went downstairs, seeing Caroline and Rebekah painting their nails. 

“Hi, Y/n! Mind doing my laundry?” Caroline asked. 

“Sure,” you nodded. 

“My God, Y/n. Get dressed will you?” Rebekah remarked. 

“You guys would have yelled at me if I didn’t get down here quickly,” you said. 

“Hm, true,” Rebekah said, tilting her head to the side. “Anyways, do our laundry. Mother wants eggs and bacon for breakfast.” You nodded, “Alright.” You went to pick up the laundry baskets that were sitting next to them, walking over the laundry room.

“Make me some eggs, too!” Caroline called from the living room. 

“One more thing to add to the to-do list,” you muttered in distress. 

You loaded up the laundry machine with their darks, starting it and going over to the kitchen. You turned on the stove, getting a pan and a carton of eggs out. 

“Hey now, hey now. This is what dreams are made of,” you sang quietly, nodding your head to the beat that was playing in your head. 

“What have I said about singing? Your voice is retched, child.”

Esther, your step-mother, said as she walked through the kitchen. 

“Sorry, Miss,” you said, keeping your eyes fixed on the eggs that were cooking in the pan. 

“Add some salt and pepper, you know that Caroline likes them flavoured,” Esther said, sitting down and opening up the newspaper. 

“Yes, Miss,” you said quietly. 

“And speak up. No one can understand you when you mumble,” Esther said sharply.

“Yes, Miss,” you said loudly. 

You flipped over the egg, seasoning them. You got a few plates, getting ready to transfer the eggs. You cooked the rest of them breakfast, settling the plates, napkins, and silverware all on the table. You went back to the fridge, getting out an apple and two pieces of bread for yourself. You went to sit at the table, but Esther stopped you. 

“You eat in your room,” Ester said. 

“B-But I thought-”

Esther put her hand up, silencing you with her magic. “I said eat in your room.”

You nodded, turning away and carrying you food. As you went to the stairs, you passed Caroline and Rebekah who looked at you with their fangs, veins circulating under your eyes. 

“Have fun,” Caroline smirked. 

You put your head down, avoiding your step-sister’s gaze and climbed up the stairs. You closed your door quietly, slumping down on your bed. You ate your breakfast, getting up to shower and get ready for the day. 

You put on cinnamon-brown jeans, a mint-green, long-sleeved shirt, and a brown tank top over your shirt. You put on black flats and tied front pieces of your hair back with a ribbon. You put some concealer, natural-coloured chapstick, and clear mascara that your friends had secretly gave you. You had to hide them under your bed so Esther wouldn't find them. You wished you were allowed to have more, but you knew that if you did, Caroline and Rebekah would notice the makeup and get you busted, which as the last thing you wanted. 

You grabbed your purse that your mother had given you when you were a child, before she died. You then went downstairs, going down to the laundry room to transfer the washed clothes to the dryer, putting in a new load. As you were putting in Caroline and Rebekah’s lights, both of them walked in. 

“Where are you going dressed up like that?” Rebekah asked. 

“Out to the stores,” you answered simply. 

“Why? You never asked mother,” Caroline asked, leaning against the washer. 

“It's Friday, and I always go to the store on Fridays. It’s part of the routine you and the Misses had laid out for me,” you said. 

“Oh. True. Well, don’t get in trouble, Y/n, otherwise mother- or us-will have your head,” Rebekah hissed, her eyes going dark and red. 

“I know. I won’t,” you said, starting the washer. 

“Have fun!” Caroline said in a sickly-sweet voice. 

You turned around, rolling your eyes at them. You quickly walked out of the house, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the sunlight on your face. You never got out much, but when you did, you cherished it as much as you could. 

You walked into town and spotted your best friends, Elena and Bonnie, over at one of the food stands. 

“Hi!” You smiled. 

“Y/n! You made it!” Bonnie squealed, going over to you and pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Yeah, Caroline and Rebekah were asking questions about why I was going out. God, they are so dumb,” you chuckled. 

“So glad you aren't like them,” Elena chuckled, pulling you into her embrace. You hugged her tightly, a sigh of relief leaving your body. 

Your mood always brightened when you were with them, which was only once a week. Two if you were lucky. 

Elena and Bonnie lived in town, too, just a few houses away from you, actually. Luckily, their parents weren’t dead, and their mom’s loved them and let them have lots of freedom. You had met them while you were shopping for yourself, looking at new shirts. Elena worked at the store at the time, telling you that you would look amazing in the shirt you were looking at. You had met Bonnie at the supermarket. You both got into a conversation about the better type of orange juice, with pulp or no pulp. You two had decided on a friendly agreement and became friends immediately. They were the only ones stopping you from running away from home, and/or staking your sisters and killing your mother. 

“Me, too,” you smiled.  “So, have you heard the news?” Elena asked, pulling away. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “About what?”

“About the royal family! King Alaric is throwing a ball for his sons tonight,” Elena explained.

“Word is, Alaric wants them to get hitched,” Bonnie smiled. 

“Oh, no, I haven’t heard about that,” you said. 

“You should totally go! Bon and I are going, obviously,” Elena chuckled. 

You smiled sadly, “I wish I could go, but we all know Esther wouldn’t let me, no matter what.”

“What if you do double the chores all week?” Bonnie suggested. 

“Even if I did, Esther would always find a reason for me not to go,” you sighed. 

“Well, it’s always good to ask, even with a mother like Esther,” Elena said. 

You thought for a moment. “Maybe I will.”

Bonnie and Elena smiled excitedly. 

“If you were to get married one of the princes, who would you marry?” Elena asked. 

“I would want Prince Jeremy. He is so handsome. Plus he’s human,” Bonnie said, looking to the sky dreamily. 

“I would want Prince Damon. Stefan is cute, too, but I’m into the bad, vampire boys,” Elena giggled. “That you are,” Bonnie chuckled. “What about you, Y/n?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I think Caroline would go for Klaus, and Rebekah would go for Stefan, so probably Prince Kai,” you answered. 

“The witch? Good choice,” Elena smiled. 

“Yep. I don’t need a husband as a vampire when my step-sisters are ones,” you said.  “Well, Esther is a witch. What about her?” Bonnie asked.

You shrugged. “She’s just mean to me, she doesn’t actually terrorise me all the time like her daughters.”

“True. Well, I think you and Prince Kai would so be adorable!” Elena exclaimed. 

“Imagine you go and he picks you to be his wife!” Bonnie said. 

You laughed, “That would be… amazing. But those things only happen in fairytales and if we were living in a fairytale, my life wouldn’t be hell.”

“Well, I am hoping it does happen. You deserve a better life,” Elena said. 

You smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“You also deserve a totally hot boyfriend that is part of royalty,” Bonnie smirked. 

"I don’t care about the royalty part. I mean, yeah, it would be so awesome to be a princess, but all I want is a nice guy who supports me and wants kids someday,” you shrugged. 

“Ugh, and this is why you are amazing girlfriend material!” Elena said. 

“So are you two!” You said. 

“Please, you are by far more kind than us,” Bonnie said. 

You rolled your eyes. “You two are more kind. You befriended me.”

“Because you have awesome taste in clothes, and you are so loyal and funny. Things we all value in friendship,” Elena smiled, nudging Bonnie. 

“Ah, I am so glad I have you two,” you said. 

“We are glad to have to you, too! So, wanna shop around for dresses?” Bonnie asked. 

“I told you guys I’m not going,” you said. 

Elena and Bonnie took your hands, dragging you into a clothing store. 

“At least try something on?” Elena pouted. 

You sighed in defeat, knowing they wouldn’t stop trying to convince you. “Alright, aright! Lead me to the ballgowns.”

They both clapped your hands excitedly, walking over to the dress section. 

“Hey, El, isn’t the ball also a masquerade ball?” Bonnie asked. looking at a emerald-green dress.

“Oh, I think so! Here, I’ll get use some masks and you two look for dresses,” Elena said. 

You nodded, Elena walking over to the back of the store. You looked at a few dresses, you finding a violet-purple ball gown. It was strapless and the skirt was like a mermaid tail. You picked out a couple more: a short, red dress that had spaghetti straps, a dark-green ball gown and an elegant, blue gown. You and Bonnie waited for Elena to pick out her dresses before you went into the dressing rooms. 

You tried on the red dress first, taking the black mask and putting it over your face. You went out, seeing Bonnie in a black ball gown and Elena in a white gown. 

“Wow, you two look gorgeous,” you said. 

Bonnie smiled, “Thank you. I’m not sure if I like how it fits, though.”

“Yeah, me too. I look like the Pillsbury man,” Elena chuckled.

“I don’t think I like this one, either” you said, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

“I think it looks nice!” Elena complimented. 

“I like it, too, but we can all try on the other ones,” Bonnie said, walking back into her dressing room. 

You and Elena followed her lead, changing into your next dresses. You had changed into the violet gown, not liking its itchy material on your boobs. Elena had changed into a yellow one, not liking how it looked around her hips. Bonnie changed into the emerald-green one that looked absolutely gorgeous. 

The dress straps clasped around her neck, leaving her shoulders and back open and bare. The top of the dress had a gold and green design, it trailing down to your waist, the skirt of the dress going down and flowing out in solid green past your feet. She was wearing a black mask and black heels to match. 

“Pick that one,” you and Elena said. 

“You think I should?” Bonnie asked. 

“Yes!” You squealed. 

“Alright. Well, I guess I’ve found my dress,” Bonnie smiled. 

You went back into the dressing room, changing into the dark green dress with a gold mask. Elena came out with a fuchsia pink dress. It's neckline was a sweetheart, the dress highlighting her curves, going down and and fanning out at the skirt. She wore a light pink mask and black pumps. 

“That is your dress, El,” you breathed out, amazed by your best friends beauty.

“I think so, too,” Elena smiled excitedly. 

“You look so beautiful, Elena,” Bonnie said, admiring the dress. 

“I think I will pick this one, then. Y/n, are you gonna pick that one?” Elena asked. 

“I don’t know. I have one more, though,” you said.

“Well hurry and put it on!” Bonnie exclaimed.

“Alright, alright,” you giggled. 

You took off the dark green dress, changing into the big, light blue ball gown. You put it on, gasping as you saw how it looked in the mirror. 

The straps went across your shoulders, puffing out slightly. The stomach of the dress fit you nicely, showcasing your curves. The skirt of the dress was like a traditional ball gown, fluffy and fanned out. You put on a silver mask and white, open-toed heels. You looked in the mirror, admiring how stunning you looked. 

“Can we see it?” Elena called out.

“Oh, yeah!” You said. You picked up the skirt, pushing the dressing room door open. 

Bonnie and Elena gasped in surprise. 

“Okay, now you have to go to the ball,” Bonnie said. 

You smiled, “I really like it.”

“Oh, me, too. Wow… you look… just wow,” Elena said. “If Prince Kai saw you in this, he would melt.”

You sighed, “If only I could go.”

“Hey, remember to at least try and ask,” Bonnie said. 

You nodded. “Right, yeah. I’ll try.”

————

You waked back to the house a few hours later, carrying some grocery bags. You unlocked your front door, opening to see your sisters running around with their hair half-done, lipstick smudged, only in their underwear. 

“Um, what’s going on?” You asked. 

You heard the clicking of heels and saw Esther coming down the stairs. 

“Haven’t you heard? The king is throwing a masquerade ball tonight!” Esther exclaimed. 

“Oh, right,” you said. You lowered your gaze, thinking of a way to ask Esther if you could go or not. 

“Why are you quiet, child?” Esther asked. 

You looked up at her through her lashes. “I, um… I just wanted to ask if I can go with you to the ball.”

Esther raised her brows and looked to her daughters. “Caroline, Rebekah. What do you think? Should Y/n be able to go to the ball?”

“Only if she helps up get ready,” Rebekah said. 

Your eyes lit up and you looked to them. “Yes, yes I will. I’ll do anything.” 

Esther smirked. “Alright, you can go. Just help them get ready.”

You nodded and smiled at Esther. “Thank you.”

“Why, of course. Now get to work,” Esther said. 

You nodded, going over to Caroline and Rebekah’s room to help them get ready. You first did their makeup, making it elegant and light. Next, you did their hair. You straightened Rebekah’s har, pining it up in a braided bun. You then curled Caroline’s hair, brushing it out and leaving it down. Last thing to do was get on their dresses. 

You did Rebekah’s first. She had chosen a beautiful, light yellow dress. It had a sweetheart neckline, the top lining of the dress having jewels. The dress went down her waist, hugging her in all the right places. The bottom then flowed out and was ruffled. Caroline’s dress a white, mermaid tail dress. The dress was strapless and hugged her body nicely. The waist had a shell on it, the middle of the skirt having beads going across, and another shell at the bottom. Then the dress bottom was cut, like a mermaids tail, and then fabric came out and puffed out at the bottom. Rebekah wore a black mask and Caroline wore a baby blue one. As much as you hated them, you couldn’t deny they looked stunning.

“Thank you,” Rebekah said, admiring herself in the mirror. 

“You’re welcome. You two look amazing,” you said. 

“We do,” Caroline giggled. 

“Can I uh, go and get ready?” You asked shyly. 

Rebekah and Caroline smirked at each other. 

“Sure, go ahead,” Rebekah said. 

You nodded, hurrying off to your room. You went to your closet, finding your  mother’s old dress that you had kept after she died. It was a pretty pink dress with thrills and ruffles. You put it on, putting your hair up into a braided bun like Rebekah’s hair. You slipped on your back flats, looking to the clock to see that it was 30 minutes until the ball started. You rushed downstairs, seeing Esther with her daughters, also dressed up. 

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” you said. 

Esther looked at you, laughing. “No, dear, you’re to going.”

Your scrunched up your face. “What? What do you mean?”

“Well one, you’re not wearing a mask, two, did you think we would really let you go?”

You were at a loss for words. “I-I-”

“Ugh, and that dress is absolutely horrid,” Esther said. She lifted her hand, using her magic to tear your dress to shreds. 

Tears pooled in your eyes as you saw all the fabric land on the floor. “No! No! This was my mother’s! No, please,” you cried.

Caroline and Rebekah laughed at your crying, enjoying the scene. 

Esther stopped tearing your dress apart, and walked up to you. She put her hand on your chin, holding up your head roughly.

“You will never ever be able to go to the ball. You will never ever be able to go into royalty. You will grow up in this house and stay the maid. You are worthless and a burden. You hear me?” Esther muttered. 

Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded slowly. 

“Good. Now, clean this up. Such a mess in here,” Esther said, walking away and to the limo that awaited them. 

“Ta-ta!” Caroline giggled. 

Rebekah shot you a nasty smile before walking to the carriage. 

You fell to your knees once they left, picking up the pieces of the dress in tears. 

“Why, oh why me?” You blubbered, looking up to the ceiling. “Why is this my life?”

You gathered all the pieces of the dress, throwing it away. You went into the back garden, going over to the tree where your mother’s grave was at. 

“Oh, mother,” you sobbed, sitting down next to the tree trunk. “Why are they so mean? So… heartless?”

“They have never known love before, Y/n.”

You were about to respond when you realised someone was actually talking, someone you didn’t recognise. You looked up, seeing a beautiful, mystical woman standing in the garden. 

“H-Hi. Who are you?” You asked softly. “I’m Abby, your fairy godmother,” she smiled. 

“Oh,” you said. You stood up and walked over to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Abby. I’m Y/n. What do you mean fairy godmother?

“It’s nice to meet you, too, dear. And well, I see over you and come to you when you need me the most. I heard you are having some trouble tonight?” Abby asked. 

You nodded, “Yeah. It’s my step-mother and step-sisters. They’re going to the ball tonight and said I could go if I helped them get ready. So I did, but at last minute they said I couldn’t and my step-mother ripped my dress.” You gestured to the mess was still on your body. 

Abby nodded, “I see. Well, I have a solution.”

Your eyes widened, “What is it?”

“Close your eyes, dear,” Abby. 

You followed her order, closing your eyes tightly, biting your lip in anticipation. A few moments later, you felt a weight on your hips and material across your shoulders. 

“Open your eyes now,” Abby instructed. 

You opened your eyes, looking down and gasping. You were in a dress, the same dress from the store. Abby held a mirror up to you, to which you looked in, admiring the dress. Abby had curled your hair, pinning up the sides with bobby pins.

“Wow, how did you…?” “I am a witch, love. Magic isn’t all evil, you know,” Abby smiled. 

You chuckled, “I suppose.”

“Here’s your mask. Go ahead and go to the ball,” Abby said, handing you the silver mask. 

You tied the mask around your head. “I don’t have a ride, though.”

“Yes, you do. Look in the front of the house and you’ll see your own limo,” Abby said.

“Oh, wow. Thank you,” you breathed out.  “Of course, babe. I must warn you, though, the magic will end at midnight, so you must come home then. I hope you have fun,” Abby smiled. 

You went over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Thank you so much, Abby.”

Abby hugged you back, pulling away and setting her hands over shoulders. “Of course. Now, go! Have the night of your life!”

You giggled and nodded, going over to the front of the house to see a limo waiting for you. You breathed out excitedly, going into the carriage. You rode to the palace, the limo stopping so you could get out. You saw the ball had already started, so you hurried to the doors. 

As the doors opened, it seemed as time stopped. You entered the ball room, all eyes turning to you. You smiled kindly, lifting up your skirt and walking down the grand staircase. As you walked down, people whispered amongst themselves at how gorgeous you looked. 

“Who is she?!” Rebekah exclaimed. 

Esther glared at you, “I don’t know, but ignore her. Tonight we are trying to charm the king and his sons. You two get to work.”

Rebekah and Caroline nodded, hurrying off to find the princes. They weren’t the only ones staring longingly at you, either. Apparently, you had caught the eye of the second-youngest prince, Prince Kai. 

He had seen you make your grand entrance, not being able to take his eyes off of you as you looked stunningly beautiful, even in the mask. 

“Eyes for her I see,” his older brother, Damon said. 

“Yes. She’s gorgeous,” Kai breathed out.

“Go and ask her to dance, son,” Alaric nudged his son. 

“No, what if she says no?” Kai asked anxiously.

“What girl wouldn’t say no to us?” Stefan smirked. 

Kai sighed, “I suppose. Wish me luck.”

“Go get ‘em!” Damon exclaimed. 

Kai rolled his eyes as his brother, going over to you nervously. As he got closer, it was clear your beauty outshined everyone else’s. He couldn’t help but smile, you looked so kind and sweet. 

“Hi there, Miss,” Kai bowed in front of you.

Your heart started to pound as you recognised him as Prince Kai. 

“H-Hi, your majesty,” you said and curtsied. 

“Please, call me Kai,” he said. 

“Alright, Kai,” you smiled. 

Kai’s heart fluttered, liking the way his name sounded in your voice. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you. You look beautiful. I was wondering if you wanted to dance?” He asked, putting his hand out. 

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You want to dance with me?”

“Yes,” Kai smiled. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I… I’ve just never been asked to dance is all,” you said bashfully.

Kai smiled at your shyness, thinking it was cute. “Well, it would be an honour to be a part of your first dance.”

You chucked. “Yes, I’d love to dance with you.”

You took his hand, feeling tingles rush up your arm and to your spine. Your eyes went up to his shining grey ones that were already looking at you. You could tell he felt what you felt, too. A small smile appeared on both your faces as Kai led you onto the ballroom floor. 

Kai put on of his hands on your waist, holding your other hand up. You put your free hand on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers. The action gave you an intense amount of butterflies.

You two started swaying to the orchestra, keeping eye contact at all time. 

“For someone who says she’s never danced, you’re quite good at it,” Kai complimented. 

“I like to dance in my room. It’s something my mom and I did when I was a kid,” you explained. 

“Me, too, before she died,” Kai smiled sadly. 

“I heard about that. I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s alright. She was the best mother a boy could ask for,” Kai said. 

“My mom passed away, too,” you said. 

a/n- omg shared trauma, so romantic

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Kai said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. It’s been 10 years, so I’m okay.”

Kai smiled, “You’re very strong,”

“Thank you. So are you,” you said. 

“Why, thank you. I have to ask, are you a witch or vampire?” Kai asked.

“I’m a human,” you said sheepishly.

Kai smiled. “Ah, one of the pure ones. Lucky.” “I suppose I am. I bet it’s amazing being a witch, though,” you said, remembering how Abby made a dress appear on you out of thin air. 

“It is, but sometimes people use it for evil,” Kai said. 

You chuckled, “Yeah, I know all about that.”

Kai furrowed his brows under his mask. “What do you mean?”

“Oh. My step-mother is a witch. She treats me like garbage,” you laughed sourly. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here, let me show you how magic is supposed to be used,” Kai said and took his hand off your waist. 

“Alright,” you nodded. He kept holding your hand, leading you off to the back of the palace and into the garden. 

“Wow, it’s so beautiful and peaceful here,” you said, admiring the rose bushes and fountain. 

“It is,” Kai said. 

You looked to him, seeing a rose appear in his hand. 

“Wow. That’s so cool,” you smiled. 

He held the rose out for you to take. “Yes, it is.”

You took the rose gently, putting it up to your nose and taking in its sweet scent. 

“This is wonderful. What else can you do?” You asked. 

“Anything, really. Anything your heart desires,” Kai said. 

“Hm,” you hummed. “I wish I could have a different family,” you said.

“I’m afraid that’s something I can not do,” Kai frowned.

“I assumed that. It’s okay. When I’m 18, I plan on moving out and finding a job. Earn money and open up a makeup and clothing store with my best friends.”

“Ah, you have goals in life; admirable. Are your friends here?” Kai asked. 

You looked back to the ballroom, spotting them immediately. “Yes. Bonnie, the one in the green dress, is dancing with your brother Jeremy, and Elena is dancing with Damon,” you pointed. 

Kai looked with you, smiling. “It seems my brothers have found their true loves.”

You smiled with him. “Yep. So it seems.”

“As have I,” Kai said smoothly, looking to you with a glint in his eye. 

A heavy blushed painted your face, causing you to look down shyly.  “You think so?”

Kai smiled and took your hands into his. “I do.”

You smiled widely, moving in closer to him. Right before you were going to press your lips onto his, you heard the clock strike midnight. Your eyes widened and you jerked back. 

“I… I have to go,” you said, picking up your dress and running through the field. 

Kai looked at you, confused. He followed you, seeing you go out the back way and down the stairs. 

“Wait! Don’t go!” He called out. “I didn’t even ask your name!”

You turned back, “I’m sorry. It was so nice meeting you. I had lots of fun.”

You focused back on running, tripping over a step and losing a shoe. You cursed to yourself, but kept running, feeling your hair come out of it’s bounds. You went into your limo, telling your driver to hurry and drive you home. As you got home, your dress disappeared and you were back in your mother’s ripped dress and black flats. 

The limo dropped your off at home and you ran inside the backdoor quickly, grabbing a broom to act like you were cleaning the floor. You put the mask and rose in your room, hurrying back downstairs and started sweeping into a dustpan. As soon as you started sweeping, Esther and her daughters came back into the house. 

“Oh, Y/n. Did you have fun cleaning?” Rebekah giggled. 

“I did,” you nodded. 

“Wish you could’ve seen the princes. So yummy,” Caroline smiled. 

“Not Prince Kai. He went off with a wench,” Rebekah said in disgust. 

“Oh. How sad,” you said, faking your despair. But on the inside, your heart was filled with happiness. 

“She looked so familiar. Poor Prince,” Esther said. 

“Why do you feel bad for him?” You asked. 

Esther narrowed her eyes at you. “Because he could have Caroline or Rebekah, but he chose some common girl.”

“Well, she looked gorgeous, so maybe that’s why,” Caroline said.

You looked at her, your eyes softening. This was the first time you ever heard her say something nice about someone other than herself. 

“That’s a really nice thing to say, Caroline. I bet she would appreciate it if she knew,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you, a ghost smiling forming on her lips. 

“Go and get ready for bed, ladies. It’s late,” Esther said, keeping her eyes on you. 

Rebekah and Caroline went to their rooms quietly. You went to put the broom away, but Esther stopped you, putting a hold on your arm roughly.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re up to something, child. When I find out, I will make sure you regret ever living,” she muttered into your ears. 

You nodded, keeping your head down and mouth shut. She let go of your arm, walking away and upstairs to her room. You sighed and went to put the broom and dustpan away, making your way up to your own room. 

You spotted the rose and mask on your bed, smiling immediately. You got ready for bed and set the rose next to your pillow, falling asleep with it, hoping to see Prince Kai in your dreams. 

Meanwhile you were sleeping, Prince Kai and his family were trying to figure out a way to find you. 

“And you didn’t ask her name?” Klaus asked.

“No, I was so wrapped up in wanting to dance with her and show her magic. I forgot,” Kai frowned. 

“Man, brother, you are screwed. Meanwhile, Jeremy and I have found our soulmates,” Damon smirked, putting his arm on Jeremy’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be so rude, Damon,” Jeremy said. 

“Oh, but it is true. I have met the love of my life, too,” Klaus smiled. 

“As did I,” Stefan smirked. 

Kai rolled his eyes at all of his brothers. “You all are no help.”

“You can try a location spell?” Stefan suggested. 

Kai’s eyes widened. “You’re right! How would I do one of those?” 

“You’re the only witch the family, how would we know?” Damon retorted. 

“Kai, I have your mother’s grimiore that will help,” a sweet, soft voice said from outside of his room. 

Kai looked over to see his father’s wife and his step-mother, Queen Jenna. He looked thankfully at her, taking the book from her hands. 

“Thank you so much, Jenna,” Kai said. 

Jenna smiled and put a hand on his shoulders. “Of course. I saw how you two connected. It was magical.”

“It was, wasn’t it,” Kai chuckled. 

Jenna nodded. “You'll need a map of the town, which is in your father’s study. I’ll go and retrieve it. Do you have her shoe?”

“Yeah,” Kai said. 

“Good. Meet me in the dining hall. Boys, you’ll want to come, too,” Jenna looked at the rest of her step-sons. 

They all nodded, moving towards the dining hall. 

Kai met Jenna in the dinning hall, setting the shoe and the book down on the table. Jenna laid out the map on the table. 

“Alright, so you’ll need to find the locator spell in the grimoire,” Jenna instructed. 

Kai nodded, flipping through the pages until he finally found it.

“Okay, read aloud the spell and make sure to focus really hard on the girl and her shoe. The shoe should land on the location where she’s at,” Jenna said. 

Kai closed his eyes and started to chant. “Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.”

As he said the spell, the shoe moved across the map and the heel stopped at your location. 

“Woah, I wish I was a witch,” Jeremy said in amazement. 

Kai opened is eyes, looking towards the map and seeing you lived in one of the small neighbourhoods. You lived about 30 minutes away from him. 

“Alright, I will go in the morning,” Kai said. “Thank you, Jenna.” 

“Of course, Kai. Now, you all get some rest. We’ll meet in the morning,” Jenna said, taking the map back to her husband’s office. 

“I’m going to find her,” Kai muttered, smiling to himself.

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You awoke the next morning, seeing the rose next to you. A smile lit up your face, your mind replaying the memories of last night. You took the rose gently, putting it to your chest, close to your heart. You were about to go back to dreaming about Prince Kai and you when you heard yelling from downstairs. 

“What is going on?” You muttered to yourself.

You put on your robe on, tying your hair up before going downstairs. You opened your door, your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. 

Caroline and Rebekah were fighting, Esther trying to use magic to break them up. 

“What’s happening?” You asked. 

Esther looked up at you. “It was announced this morning that Prince Kai was coming over here to find the mystery girl he danced with. The girl left their shoe.”

“Did you two dance with him?” You asked. You couldn’t help but smirk as you knew you did, and they didn’t. 

“No, they didn’t, but they think the girl who did lives here,” Esther said. Her eyes widened as she put the pieces together. “You!” She exclaimed, pointed her finger at you.

Your smirk fell and your heart started to race. “I-I… What do you mean?”

Esther climbed up the stairs. “I don’t know how you did it, but you were at the ball, weren’t you? That’s why you looked so happy last night.”

You shook your head, “No, no. I was at home.”

Esther leaned close to you, backing you up into a wall. “I warned you what will happen when I figured out what you were up to.”

“No, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

A knock at the door stopped your speech. You tried to get out of Esther’s grasp. 

“You will not get anywhere near him,” Esther spat. She shoved you into your room, using magic to keep the door shut until she broke the spell. 

“No, no! Let me out! This is not fair!” You exclaimed.  You pounded against the door helplessly, but you knew that she had also put a sound protecting spell on your door. 

You slid against the door, tears streaming down your face. 

“I was so close… So close,” you sobbed. 

Your eyes wandered to your bed which still had Kai’s rose on it. You sniffled as you crawled over to your bed, and took the rose in your hands. Your smelled the flower, remembering what Kai had said to you last night. 

“You’re very strong.”

You opened your eyes. “I am strong,” you said to yourself. You got up and went back to the door. 

“Alright, if I kick it in hard enough, I might be able to open it,” you said. 

You balled your hands in fists, putting your leg up and kicking the door. Nothing happened. You did it again and groaned with frustration. 

“Dammit,” you muttered. “C’mon, Y/n. You can do this.” You kick it again. And again. And again. You groaned in frustrated. 

“C’mon, open!” You yelled. As you did your sixth kick, your eyes glowed golden. An enormous amount of strength entered your body as your foot came in contact with the door, allowing it to finally break open. 

You stood in your doorway, slightly sweaty, but looking heroic. Everyone looked up at you with wide eyes.

“W-Who is this?” Kai asked. 

“Oh, she’s just the maid,” Esther smiled sweetly at him. “Go on, maid.”

“No, I-I’m not the maid,” you panted. 

“Wait you… you sound familiar. And your eyes… oh, my God,” Kai breathed out. 

“What?” You asked, not understanding. 

Rebekah looked up at you gasping. “She’s a werewolf!”

“What?!” You exclaimed. 

You put your finger in your mouth, feeling fangs grow out from your gums. 

“Oh, god,” you muttered. You decided to deal with your newfound identity later and focus at the matter at hand. 

“Let me um… Let me try on the shoe,” you pleaded. “Please. I promise, I’m the girl.” 

Kai’s eyes widened. “I… Alright. Um, come down to try on the shoe.”

You nodded, hurrying down the stairs. Kai came up to you, looking at you with those soft, grey eyes he had. He slid the shoe on your foot, it fitting just perfectly. 

“This is not enough evidence!” Esther exclaimed. 

You glared at her, then looked at Kai. “I have the rose you gave me last night. The rose you gave me while using magic in the garden. I-I go and get it.”

Kai shook his head, a smile appearing on his face. “No. The fact that you know what happened last night is enough evidence for me.

You let our a breath of relief. “Oh, thank God.”

“I… I thought you said you were human,” Kai said. 

“I am- was. When I was kicking down the door, I must have activated my werewolf gene,” you laughed. 

Kai smiled, “Well, I don’t care. I’m glad I found you. I knew I’d find you.”

“Me, too,” you smiled. 

You moved closer to him, snaking your hands around his neck as he put his hands around your waist. Kai leaned in closer, your heart rate spiking as you knew what was about to come next. 

Kai pressed his soft lips to yours, a million of butterflies unleashed in both of you. You pressed your body up to his, Kai’s hold on your waist tightening. As you kissed him, you felt at home. Safe, happy, and complete. 

You pulled away, a big smile forming on your lips. 

“Come to the palace with me?” Kai asked. 

You nodded with a laugh, “Most definitely.”

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4x05 Reactions

- Ah! That 1x04 opening! Kicking it off right!

- “If this is about the moaning” LIZZIE

- “I’m afraid I have some bad news.” My heart

- “What do you want to do today?” I’m thinking she wants to do you

- METHAN ROOMATES???

- Or he’s moving into Landon’s room ... disappointed

- SUPERFRIENDS.

- Finch and Ethan, yes! Bring on the realizations!

- Eh ... Kaleb and Cleo ... I’m very much cooling off on them.

- Jenny’s acting >>>

- Not Hope trying to use a school ID

- God the whole scene. Speechless.

- (Being 100% honest, I’m not that excited about Rebekah’s return)

- (But Hope flirting with a woman? Excited about that.)

- “I was happy and then I saw you.”

- Alright. Rebekah playing good cop. Who’s gonna be bad cop?

- I’ve never understood why people used Ethan not trusting Finch to say she was awful when he didn’t even know she was a werewolf.

- A head dive!

- Go Lizzie. Tell them how it is. It’s about time she gets to stand up for herself.

- Rebekah really couldn’t tell Hope had no humanity?

- Hope getting to use her vampire powers >>>

- The fact that everyone (fans) got so mad whenever Alaric would warn Hope about turning into her father only for her to immediately do it

- “I don’t think you mean that.” Josie is Team Hizzie?

- A birthday party! Guess that means Hope isn’t getting a birthday anytime soon.

- Aww. They invited everyone but Hope.

- Little Hope is back!

- She’s right. Why does she never get a birthday party?

- “Can we get ice cream?”

- “How does that make sense?” Because he knows everything Lizzie and you only know bits.

- I’m afraid we’re gonna find out yet another awful thing Josie did since that happens every time we get flashbacks and Lizzie’s gonna get hurt again.

- Hope getting daggered!

- I love that in S2 for flashbacks, Alaric didn’t have a beard but now they’ve just given up on consistency

- “Why’d you pull us out?” “I didn’t.”

- MG knows what’s up.

- Hope’s getting kidnapped again.

- Mizzie head diving to a hospital again?

- “Elizabeth.” Sobbing

- God Hope and Alaric’s relationship was my favorite in the beginning but I think Lizzie and Alaric’s has passed them.

- “There haven’t been too many highlights up to this point.” All the seasons of TVD beg to differ. Isobel, Jenna, getting to raise Elena and Jeremy, coming back to life, turning human ... plenty of highlights.

- Triad coming back! Yes!

- “No, I’m doing it. Literally right now.”

- Hmm. Go Triad.

- This is the literal dream. Triad becoming the main enemy? Just like I always wanted?

- Alaric literally planning on Hope being Lizzie’s protector???

- Not the sister zoning again.

- Say it, Elizabeth. Say it right now. Say you forgive him.

- “How perfect I think you both are.” Crying

- Damn. Jenny’s acting got me again.

- I’m just wondering why Josie had to stay behind to “be there for Dad” when they literally get kicked out of his head moments before anything happens?

- METHAN PARALLELING HAYA

- Ethan to the rescue?

- “MG, I know you’re the other guy.” Did you know you’re in love with him?

- I’m really not feeling Mizzie if I’m being honest. It feels so empty. Like Lizzie’s forcing herself to like MG just like she tried to force herself to like Sebastian (for more than sex) or Ethan. And MG’s just waiting for her to wear down. 

- OH I KNOW Josie is not trying to make HER IDEA into Lizzie being selfish.

- SHE SUGGESTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. LIZZIE WANTED THEM BOTH IN THERE AND JOSIE MADE THE ENTIRE IDEA SO HOW IS LIZZIE GOING TO BE SELFISH BECAUSE JOSIE WANTED TO LEAVE LIZZIE BEHIND.

- LizthanG? Methanizzie? Whatever they’re called, that hug gave me life.

- She didn’t stab you in the back, Hope. She turned you around first.

- “Family. Love. Me.”

- “I am my father’s daughter but I’m not going to make the same mistakes.”

- Hope giving the necklace back

- Alright. I give this episode an 8/10. Not my favorite but definitely good. I have a feeling a lot of Rebekah fans would rate it much higher but I just don’t think her return was that “epic.” I love the stakes rising on Alaric’s life but I’m definitely repulsed by the way the writers made it all about Mizzie and Josie made it all about herself and how “selfish” Lizzie is.