#they also have a brother elijah but he alienated himself from pretty much all of them lol

[blurrypxls]

The Griffin Siblings

L-R: Penelope 'Penny', Melody, Saffron 'Saff', Sam, Summer, Sky

[cyrusfm]

remington leith & he/him / demiboy ‷ watch out , cyrus phoenix has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty eight years old and celebrate their birthday on october 29th . they are from las vegas, nevada, reside in jupiter valley and are currently working as lead singer of graveyard & tattoo artist. one thing you should know about them is he claims to have once seen an alien and will share that story with pretty much anyone who’ll listen. plot twist is, he was high that day. 

tw: child abuse, toxic relationship, blood, death, drugs, mental illness.

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FULL NAME: cyrus phoenix faust. NICKNAME(S): cy, open to more! PARENTS: anastasia mallard & heath faust. SIBLINGS: elijah ( older ), younger sibling. PETS: poppy the pom ( white teacup pomeranian ) & dexter ( longhair chihuahua ). ZODIAC: scorpio. AGE: twenty-eight. GENDER & PRONOUNS: demiboy & he / him but he’s welcoming to all pronouns. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual, panromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a loving, committed relationship with @desertwiind​ OCCUPATION: lead singer of graveyard, tattoo artist. PERSONALITY TRAITS: alluring, compassionate, gregarious, warm. overdramatic, reckless, dependent, anxious. MENTAL HEALTH: anxiety ( diagnosed, on meds ), bipolar disorder ( undiagnosed, untreated ).

about cyrus.

Cyrus Phoenix comes from a broken home, a home where the love didn’t exist between his parents. As the middle child of three, having to share the attention of the house with his oldest and youngest brothers, it was expected for him to be forgotten, right? As all middle children are. Well, Cyrus wishes he would’ve been forgotten during his childhood. His father was a tough man, a man that had “traditional” values. And Cyrus had always been a more sensible and creative kid. Every day, his father would try to beat all the “feminine” side out of Cyrus, thinking that it didn’t belong to him. He endured years of that before his mother was finally able to release herself from that man and he abandoned them shortly after, choosing to completely cut himself from his family. Anastasia got divorced, took her three boys and moved out from Vegas to California. The only thing Cyrus has from his father nowadays is his abandoned last name and all the traumas that have marked him for life.

In California, away from his abusive father, Cyrus could finally breathe. His early teenage years were considerable more normal than his childhood, except for some rebellious acts that landed him in juvie for some time and an official diagnose on his anxiety. Around that time, he also found his love for music. His older brother already played string instruments so he decided he’d learn the piano, his mom’s favorite. As the years passed, his younger brother joined and the first traces of Graveyard appeared.

The family constantly moved around a lot after that, while Anastasia tried to find them a place to call home and that’s when they found their way to Roswell, the place they’ve been settled in since. Well, until Graveyard was officially formed. Cyrus took the place of frontman and vocalist, his older brother was on the guitar and his younger brother was on the drums. They found a bassist to join the brothers and the band was born.

They had already recorded their first album with the help of their mother when they moved out to Hollywood in the search for success. They played a couple of shows that paid for their dinner but they weren’t exactly a hit yet. They struggled through that for a year, sleeping in their van or some shitty motel, and when they were about to return home, a meeting with some mysterious businessman changed everything for them. He didn’t give them a name or anything and Cyrus honestly thought all the promises he made sounded like jokes. Until the first accident happened.

A week after that, at one of their shows, a mosh turned into a bloodbath where three people died. The place was shutdown forever and Cyrus thought their dreams had died that night with the victims. But to his surprise and horror, on the very next day, they got a call from a record label with a golden opportunity and Graveyard was signed to a five record deal. After that, other “coincidences” and “accidents” happened in places where the band was, like a street fight that left three people injured. Meanwhile, their fame only grew and the darkness that surrounded the band only left people more intrigued by them.

The rise and fall of Cyrus Phoenix begun right after that. The accidents and weird shit that happened around him, as implicit as they were, still made him question everything. Did he sell his soul for fame? Did he only have a career at the expense of innocent lives? He didn’t know what was true or not, and the mysterious businessman had completely vanished as if he wasn’t even real. His anxiety was constantly through the roof and it made it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything other than his enormous guilt, which is exactly how he found himself falling deep into the world of alcohol and drugs. Being constantly numb was his coping mechanism, even if he wasn’t even sure he had made a pact with the obscure.

Cyrus quickly became one of the music industry’s most beloved troubled rockstars and despite hating being adored like that, he still really liked all the attention he’d get. That’s how his “relationship” with the bassist of Graveyard started. He hated being alone and he knew she felt the same way, just two tortured souls that wanted to feel something other than loneliness. But as it was expected by the media and their bandmates, the two didn’t work out. Their relationship became toxic and the two would constantly fight when they weren’t on stage. Cyrus, tired of everything and in a moment of impulsivity, decided to take the first flight back home and haven’t returned to Hollywood since.

It’s been almost a year now and he’s settled down, even took a job as a tattoo artist in town and is trying to clean himself. Lives in a small, shitty trailer but that’s his safe place. As much as he’s in complete denial about going back, despite his manager calling every week about it, Cyrus has just agreed to work on their new album while in Roswell. But only because his brothers have been chewing his ears off about it. His relationship with the bassist is still pretty strained and now they’re using songs to get to each other, which isn’t something the rest of the band approves but hey, at least they’re making music, right?

wanted connections page.

[fandom-necromancer]

It’s over, Gavin, I have the high ground

This was prompted by a lovely anon! Enjoy some shennanigans!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Characters: Elijah and Gavin

Elijah tapped along to the radio of the automatic taxi he had called. He really wanted to take his own for a spin some time, but he knew people would identify it and he would be the centre of attention once again. He also knew Gavin hated attention and wanted to keep their relationship hidden for as long as possible. Elijah grinned. It had been some time since he had visited his brother and he was looking forward to it. The aftermath of the revolution really had him pinned in the office for an inhumanly number of hours, leaving him to fall asleep on the keyboard more often than his back would like.

But for now, everything had been taken care of and he had promptly decided to spend his first free weekend with his brother. Hurrying across the street with a six-pack of beer and slipping through the door into the apartment building he doubted anyone had seen him. He decided to take the stairs not to be crammed into an elevator with people asking for autographs. Gavin lived on the third floor, that wasn’t too far up anyways. He was actually pretty excited as he stood in front of Gavin’s door, even if it was only eating Chinese take-out, drinking beer and watching movies snacking on an ungodly amount of snacks. It would be just like when they were children and their parents were out to work. He smiled at the memory and that smile quickly turned into a grin as Gavin opened the door.

‘Gavin!’, the CEO greeted him with a tight hug and the other man laughed, patting his back. Why Gavin was so averse to hugs he would never know. But he let him inside where it already smelled heavenly. Elijah had the money to go to any fancy restaurant he desired, but it just wasn’t the same. A tiny piece of meat and salad on a plate that was at least two sizes too big for what they decided to call a meal just couldn’t compete with cheap takeout from a corner store, the container filled to the brim. And it tasted just as good, if not better eaten on the old scratched-up sofa of his brother.

He sat down on it after putting all but two of the beers in the fridge. He opened them while Gavin brought over the food and without further ado they started eating. ‘How was your day? Anything interesting on the police front?’ ‘Really? You talking about work?’ ‘Okay, then how’s the motorcycle coming along?’, Elijah changed topics with a smirk. ‘You know what? Let’s talk about work…’ Elijah laughed at that and shook his head. ‘How long are you working on that damn thing already?’ ‘It’s a classic, okay? And some parts are coming from Europe and not everyone is a millionaire! It needs time and a lot of love.’ ‘Then I know what to buy you for your birthday’, Eli commented, grinning when Gavin stared to the ceiling. ‘No. Don’t you dare. That’s my project. You can buy me literally anything else!’ ‘Except for an android.’ ‘Already got two of them at the station, thank you very much.’ A little quieter he added: ‘Also maybe you’ll get your wish in the end. I might have misread something…’ ‘Told you the guy liked you!’, Elijah cheered triumphantly and raised his half empty beer as if to toast.

‘God, I forgot how unsufferable you are’, Gavin chuckled and put away the empty container. He took his bottle and shook it gently, concluding it was already empty. He shrugged and decided to make a trip to the kitchen, putting away their trash and getting himself a new bottle. ‘What are we watching tonight?’, Eli called over from the living room. ‘It’s a surprise!’ ‘More a Dirty Dancing or an Alien 2 kinda surprise?’, Elijah asked and Gavin groaned. ‘A surprise kinda surprise, idiot’, he laughed coming back. ‘I’m not supposed to tell you. And Dirty Dancing wasn’t that bad.’ ‘Because you had the hots for the guy! Sorry for being the only person you know that’s not gay.’ ‘He looks good though, you have to admit at least that.’ ‘Urgh’, Elijah groaned. ‘Can’t we for once see something not absolutely brain rotting?’ ‘Excuse me?’, Gavin asked pushing out his chest. ‘My movies are an excellent selection from-‘ ‘Yeah, yeah, okay. What are we watching then?’ ‘Oh, you will like it, it’s about two scientists!’ ‘Are they gay?’ ‘Not canonically, but like everyone just went with it, even the actors.’

Instead of giving any more hints, Gavin just switched on the TV and handed Elijah a bowl of popcorn to shut up. Elijah indeed ended up liking the movie, although Pacific Rim really wasn’t about the two scientists at all. But he took it as his little brother projecting and huffed in amusement when the man grinned and excitedly told him in all detail why the second part was shit but simultaneously so, so good.

It stopped being funny when they went back to the selection screen and Elijah watched with horror as the curser closed in on a generic looking cover of a white couple staring at each other with a beach in the background. Elijah was able to endure a lot, meetings with angry board members or politicians that hadn’t had a single clue about the tech they were talking about, about the worst of that. But he wasn’t willing to endure that kind of torture once again. Quick thinking he snatched the remote from Gavin’s hand before he could hit enter and jumped from the sofa. ‘What?!’, Gavin revolted and stood up too, reaching for the treasured power in his brother’s hands. But Elijah just laughed holding it up and out of reach of the man.

‘Phck! Why are you so tall?’ ‘Why are you so small?’, Elijah snickered and could barely hold back laughter as he had to take a step back from his angry brother. ‘I’m warning you, I’m ready to scale you, just to get that remote!’ ‘Oh, really? I would love to see that.’ Elijah was briefly concerned, Gavin would actually try, but as the man stormed at him, all he did was snatch his glasses. He blamed it on his confusion about the manoeuvre that he had dropped his hand enough for Gavin to snatch the remote back. ‘Hah! Try to see now!’

Elijah shook his head, blinking at the sudden change. ‘What? I can still see, dipshit, you took my glasses, not my eyes!’ ‘Dipshit?’, Gavin asked, running off and quickly taking position behind the couch to bolt the moment Elijah moved. ‘That’s like my level of insults, you are supposedly intellectual! Step up your game!’ ‘Oh, come here you waste of ape evolution!’, his brother returned and, very agile for an office worker, leapt over the back rest. ‘Pretty sure that’s stolen from Star Trek!’ ‘But still intellectual, now give me the damn remote, I will not watch your stupid rom-coms until you cry again when the girl runs off and the man tries to get her back, what of course will happen! That’s stupidly predictable, boring and a waste of time!’ ‘But I like it! And I won’t watch your weird French-production stuff, okay?’, Gavin shouted back, having the advantage of police training on his side when Elijah already started panting.

Soon the man had to stop running after Gavin around the dinner table and tried to catch his breath. ‘Okay, what about a compromise? Tron?’ ‘The original one?’ ‘No, the one with Daft Punk.’ ‘Okay, deal, that one is awesome.’

[nyanberri]

I've finally finished the first set! It's the same kids again tho, lol. But next time will be never before seen characters! So I wanted to get everyone drawn in the Omniverse style so I could visualize it all properly and it also made for a good opportunity to tweak designs as needed. They're all heavily referenced from official art so I could get it perfect and it made for great practice too! Of course I added some personal touches to the art style too cuz if I didn't it would have bothered me too much, lol.

Anyway, below the cut are finally proper profiles for all the kids and some additional info as well!

M'kay, so before we get started on the kids' bios, it's important to specify this is an alternate universe. And I don't mean it's an AU of the Prime Dimension. This is quite literally another universe within the omniverse. It's a mostly untouched one that even Paradox, Eon, and Maltruant have never been to and therefore a lot of things are different while a lot of things are still the same tho. It's unofficially called the Feniverse cuz Fen is the main character, but it does have a more official name. I'm just, uh… not aware of what that name is yet, lol!

Anyway, the Ben in this dimension branches off from the development of Prime Ben. Anybody remember the fact that the very first Ben 10K episode said Ben became the way he did in the future cuz he killed Vilgax by ripping him to pieces? Yep! That's what this Ben did too! But obviously he doesn't end up exactly like that Ben 10K. But so this dimension's Ben is therefore officially labelled Slayer Ben since some people refer to him as 'The Vilgax Slayer'. And that experience did definitely screw him up pretty bad, which is why he's so different from both Prime and 10K.

So from left to right:

Name: Fenrick Fih Rook-Tennyson

Age: 13

Height: 5'1

Voice: Todd Haberkorn

Bio: Fen is Ben and Rook's son. He has always been known for being quiet, surprisingly wise for his age, and quite the troublemaker. In actuality, only two of these things are true. Fen is more calm than he seems and as a young child he wasn't much of a talker, giving people the perception that he's quiet. Unfortunately, Fen also has many great ideas that end up badly. However, his ideas always come from the desire to help someone or solve a problem, but he always gets caught when his plans fall apart, making it look like he causes trouble. Some people even accuse him of trouble he didn't start, not helping his reputation. And as the son of Ben 10 of all people, he tends to be held to higher expectations. His wisdom never ceases to amaze people either. Even Ben and Rook get surprised at the wisdom he recites, wondering where exactly he learned it all. Due to that, he tends to put up a fight whenever himself or someone else gets wronged. He especially defends his friends and fellow alien kids in town. Although his only true friends seem to consist of his childhood friend, Millie, and his cousin, Sven.

At the age of 13, Fen discovered his ability to transform into a couple dozen of Ben's aliens. He quickly aspired to become a hero like his parents, much to Ben's disapproval, who worries about his safety. Despite that, Fen wants to form a hero trio with Sven and Millie and become the next generation of heroes in the galaxy.

Developer's Notes:

Fen's almost always been the same since I first created him, with just a few design and character tweaks done to him. He used to have a talent for jewelry making but that was switched out for him being wise for his age. He was also a bit more generic as far as the upbeat and reckless young male protagonist with famous parents archetype goes, but he's been adjusted enough that he now stands out from that archetype. Or, at least I hope, lol. Also, funny thing to note, Fenrick is not a real name! The closest name there is is Fenwick and iirc, that's a last name! I considered changing it to Fenwick or even Fenick but Fenrick is too special to me. His, uh, unfortunate name even has an impact in-universe with him being embarrassed by it and some using it to make fun of him. Also in-universe, I chalk it up to Ben having a dumb moment by misremembering the name Fenwick and Rook not knowing any better to catch Ben's mistake. Also, if you think his hair style is stupid, good. That's the point. He wanted it like that when he was seven and Ben and Rook were like 'sure' and it's been like that ever since.

Name: Millicent

Age: 13

Height: 5'0

Voice: Jennifer Paz

Bio: Millie is Ester's daughter. Her biological father is a human who decided he didn't want to be a father and Antonio soon stepped up to fill the father role when he and Ester got married. She has been friends with Fen and Sven since they were all babies. Millie is the level-headed one of the group and has been noted as being oddly emotionless. Her tone of voice is almost always flat and she usually keeps a straight face when not looking nervous. She never intends to be rude, but she will bluntly say whatever comes to her mind to her peers. At the same time, she can be nervous about making bold decisions and hates being a part of any decision making. She either refuses to do anything, or apologizes profusely for making a decision even when nothing bad happens.

Due to being more human than Kraaho, Millie is perfectly capable of handling the temperatures of Bellwood. However, she is still a bit sensitive to cold temperatures and needs to bundle up more than others during the winter. She sadly cannot handle the heat in the Hot Spot for very long either. Much to Millie's dismay, she was not born with the Kraaho's stretching ability. No one can figure out why, but it's simply something she can't do. As a result, she considers herself a normal human and has resigned herself to the fact that 'normal' is simply all she will ever be. Despite this, she has taken up quite a big secret that contradicts her decision and expresses who she wishes she really was.

Developer's Notes:

Millie only ever had one design change with her outfit and slight adjustment to the way her hair works and she's been the same ever since. Since the beginning she was always calm and stoic and I've always worried that she doesn't have much of a presence or purpose, but now I feel like she plays off Fen and Sven well enough that she stands out thanks to them. I've always flipped back and forth between Fen and/or Millie having a crush on each other, but I've finally settled on them both just seeing each other as near and dear loyal friends. It ultimately works out better that way and doesn't cause conflict with Millie's personal story or Fen's real love interest(and the one other character with feelings for him). Her name also used to be Mina, but since I've now taken that as one of my own names, it felt really awkward to keep her as that. I used to have a habit of naming characters with names I wanted before realizing I could change my name in the future, lol.

Name: Sven Elijah Levin

Age: 12

Height: 4'8

Voice: Wally Wingert

Bio: Sven is Gwendolyn and Kevin's son and Jenny's older brother. Sven is a rather unfortunate boy. He is constantly terrified of everything to the point of running millions of 'bad ends' through his head. He can barely talk most of the time without being a stuttering mess and always thinks he's going to be in trouble for anything and everything he does. Everyone is certain he either has severe anxiety or paranoia, or likely both. Perhaps even more. Who knows. Sven tends to cling to his cousin, Fen, who he looks to for guidance and advice, most of which isn't anything Sven should actually be following. Because he is a grade below Fen and Millie, he's often left alone to deal with problems in his own classes, or really just panic about them. He does, however, have a close relationship with Zed and likes to be the one to take her out on walks in the afternoon. And not many people know it, but he's actually a pretty decent artist.

Even though he is an Osmosian thanks to being Kevin's son, no one knows what ability he may have. It doesn't really matter though, since he wants to stay out of any potential trouble that having powers could bring him. Regardless of that, he has an interest in magic thanks to Gwendolyn's expertise in it. He even sneaks peeks at her spellbook and the strange bag she keeps in her office that he can hear a voice coming from at night.

Developer's Notes:

Now Sven is a character whose personality has always been pretty much the same while his design was never consistent until reaching his current one. He was originally very anime looking and in a gaudy orange outfit that I regret even thinking about, lol. He looks much better in neutral colors. I guess there's not much to say on him though, which makes me worry he's a tad unremarkable, but perhaps it's just since I'm leaving out the things about him that are better left discovering on your own… if I ever get to finishing that fic that is… ahaha.

Name: Saki Boulais

Age: 13

Height: 4'11

Voice: Stephanie Sheh

Bio: Julie and Hervé's daughter, one of the more popular girls in school, and the most deceptive in town. Saki has gone her whole life, since the first time she told a successful lie, tricking people into thinking she's a completely innocent little girl who's never done anything wrong. This allows her to get away with anything she wants, and she especially enjoys getting Fen in trouble when they butt heads with each other. The two have even been enemies since they first met at age three and Saki pulled Fen's tail, he pulled her hair in return, and she managed to get away with claiming he started it. Their feud has even turned into murderous intent, which Saki refuses to hide.

On a lighter note, Saki always has the company of her two best friends, Rachel and Diane, who will gladly join her in her tormenting of others. Saki even greatly admires the most popular girl in school, Fiona, and whoever the mysterious new hero girl, Miracle-M, is.

Developer's Notes:

Yes, Saki was always meant to be That Bitch in the cast. I feel like it's unrealistic to have all next gen kids be friends and get along with each other. It's perfectly believable to have some of them dislike, and in Saki and Fen's case, even hate each other. It makes it more interesting with them being Ben and Julie's kids respectively too. Adds good drama, lol. But anyway, really the only thing that's changed about Saki is her hairstyle and some other slight design tweaks like her necklace, shorts, and shoes. I also just recently changed her colors from purple and blue-ish purple to just blue so that isn't not all three girls here wearing purple. She also looks better in blue and it contrasts nicely with Julie's pink imo. I suppose I do worry about her being disliked since she's so antagonistic and with her being Julie's daughter, I really hope her character doesn't send the wrong message since I genuinely love Julie a lot. It really is just For The Drama Of It All. I think it's really fun to watch her go into full 'Murder Fen' mode too. Very fun to write, lol. Oh right, also Boulais is my headcanon last name for Herve. I just wanted her to have his last name but he doesn’t have one! So I had to pick one for myself.

Name: Jennifer Elizabeth Levin

Age: 10

Height: 4'6

Voice: Brina Palencia

Bio: Jenny is Gwendolyn and Kevin's daughter and Sven's younger sister. She is surprisingly serious and stoic for her age. She gets annoyed by her family's constant 'abnormal' status and wishes everyone could just act normal with no weird events happening. She throws herself into school work as a means to keep herself out of it and tries to keep her personal life at school with friends far away from her life involving family. She seems to have a quick temper, but really she just acts that way to get what she wants since she knows it works and in the hopes that she can use it as an opportunity to vent her frustrations. She hates getting involved in her brother and cousin Fen's antics, but sometimes her no nonsense attitude is needed to resolve a situation. She has a strange obsession with eating bread, finding it the perfect food and almost always exclusively eating something with bread involved. Gwendolyn definitely worries about her diet, but Kevin finds it harmless.

She may not have the spark like her mother, but she doesn't dare confess that her status as an Osmosian became very apparent just recently. As a result, she has a stash of broken objects stuffed under her bed and cracked floorboards that she covers with her rug.

Developer's Notes:

Jenny went through a decent redesign. Character wise I feel like I still don't have some things etched in stone for her as I still haven't gotten to the point in my writing where she does anything of interest. She could honestly probably end up pretty different from her bio here if I'm not careful, lol. The characters write themselves as they say after all! But I definitely prefer the newer Jenny compared to the previous way I envisioned her character, which was designed to fit a character type I actually hate just cuz I felt it worked for her. Thankfully I can avoid it tho with the big overhaul I did after returning to these characters. And I do like Jenny cuz I like writing her dialogue, but it still feels like her character is still that of a person I would not wanna be around, lol.

Name: Bevel Tennyson

Age: 20

Height: 5'9

Voice: Dee Bradley Baker/Yuri Lowenthal

Bio: Bevel is the youngest of the Big Chill offspring born twenty years ago. They were in an accident involving a passing spaceship on their way to Kylmyys that damaged their right wing to the point they could no longer fly. It's suspected the wing has severe nerve damage, making Bevel unable to unfold it as well. Their siblings helped them make it the rest of the way to Kylmyys, but over the years, the dangers of Kylmyys left the siblings with only Bevel and the eldest two, Emboss and Curve, remaining. As they got older, Bevel could never forget their only memory of their parent, who the others didn't remember. A desire to reunite with their parent caused Bevel to make the lone decision to explore the universe in search of their parent.

Bevel is a very cheerful and sweet person, but their secluded upbringing and lack of knowledge about Earth makes them very naive. They will believe anything they are told and have a very black and white moral view due to not understanding nuance. They have strange habits that appear unnatural in their attempt to act human and have an intense craving for Earth candy. They have also taken up being a mercenary to get by after leaving Kylmyys and once they join the Tennyson family, Rook suggests they use the skills they've picked up to become a Plumber, but that's an idea Ben isn't fully onboard with.

Developer's Notes:

Right off the bat I want to shout out that his old human design used to keep the Necrofriggian antennae. I still think it's a cute design even tho it wasn't canon compliant with the antennae. The only things that have changed about him too are just that, his hair style, and his shoes. Plus I stuck bunny ears on his hoodie recently as a shout out to those antennae he used to have. Otherwise he's always been the same. And I guess I haven't explained why he has a human form, but that's also an answer to discover later. I didn't draw his Necrofriggian form tho cuz we should all know what the UAF design looks like(and yes I am screwing with art style difference bullshit cuz OV Big Chill is not real and you cannot convince me otherwise). And I also just realized his pronouns aren't matching up in this section so I should add his official pronouns are he/they, but characters refer to him by he/him and narration uses they/them. He is still a Necrofriggian and therefore doesn't do the whole gender thing after all. Which is why he's fine with anyone viewing him as whatever they want to too. He just goes with it. That's also why he doesn't get what's weird about him calling Ben 'Mother' after he learned the word, lol.

[lein80]

Hey @acourtofhopeanddreams​. I have no idea if you had an inkling yet, but I was your Secret Santa for The Originals this year ;). I hope you’ll enjoy your gift, and I’m sorry for not answering more on your questions in your answers... I was afraid I was going to give myself away because you know me too well ;). 

Love, Lein

Family

“O, come on, sister. Don’t tell me you’re still into that silly tradition. I had hoped that was one of the family matters to disappear over the years that I’ve been boxed up.” Kol wanted to walk away, but saw his path blocked by Klaus.

“If I have to sit through this, year after year, you’re not getting out of it, Kol. You wanted so desperately to be part of this family, this is one of the things you’ll have to endure. Or Rebekah will nag you about it until next Christmas. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Rebekah started to laugh, because she remembered those years Klaus had indeed refused to do it. And how she had reacted on it. Klaus was right, she could be very tenacious about things like this. This was one of the moments it was best not to contradict her. “It doesn’t stop you from trying over and over again, Klaus.”, she teased. “But no, Kol. You are a part of this family, so that means you are going to write down a wish and burn it. Or I’ll personally come and haunt you for the next century during Christmas. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.” She continued handing out slips of paper. Elijah had already disappeared inside to write his, while Klaus was grumpily doing the same, leaving her out there with Kol and Freya. The latter seemed a lot more excited about all the fuss than the former, which is why Rebekah directed her attention to her new found sister. “Please tell me you’re with me on this, Freya?”, she asked her and reacted with a grin when Freya started to smile at that.

“I haven’t had proper family traditions ever since Dahlia took me. I’m in for pretty much everything, if it involves being part of a proper family, really. You have no idea how jealous I was of you that one time I managed to attend the Christmas Ball you were holding here in New Orleans and all I could do was look at the people that should have been my family. Besides…”, she added with a look at Kol. “... I can imagine worse traditions than wishing for something over a fire. Especially when it comes to our family.” She took one of the slips of paper from Rebekah. “Even when I don’t think I have anything left to wish after this year…” Freya turned to Kol, who was eyeing the slips of paper Rebekah was holding like they were a bomb that could explode any moment. “So, brother… if you don’t want to listen to Rebekah, maybe I can think of some ways to make you change your mind. I can be very persuasive, you know.”, she said at a threatening tone that she softened after that. “And if you don’t want to do it for yourself… do it for me? For this one year I can join? No one knows what will happen after today. With our history, next year we could be scattered over the earth and you’d regret what you did today.” With those words, she disappeared inside as well, to think over the wish she might have left, leaving Kol and Rebekah outside.

“You heard our sister, Kol…”, the latter said. “Is it really worth all the trouble you’re making right now, just because you don’t feel like writing something down?”

Kol shrugged, now crossing his arms in front of him “Maybe not. I just… This was always something you, Elijah and Klaus did, all those years. Those times that I was around, I was gracefully allowed to contribute, but that was about it. It doesn’t feel like my tradition.”

“Then what is yours?”, Rebekah wanted to know. “Burn through a couple of bottles of bourbon, sulk and watch us be a family from inside the house? I thought that was what you didn’t want anymore? This is us trying to make up for all those years, don’t you see that?” She stepped closer to her brother and put a hand on his shoulder, as if her proximity alone could make sure he wouldn’t just turn around and leave, again. She didn’t want him to alienate himself from them any more than he wanted that.

Which was also the only reason he was still standing there. He appreciated how Rebekah didn’t seem to give up on him. Klaus had left after one sentence, convinced that Kol would listen, Elijah hadn’t even tried to keep him with the family. Freya had tried, and now he was here with just Rebekah, who was doing everything in her power to make him stay. For the first time since he had heard about that cursed Always and Forever vow, he felt like at least one of them wanted him to be a part of that. Maybe that should be enough. Maybe he should just start with that and see where it would end. “Fine.” He grabbed a piece of paper from Rebekah’s hand and tried to ignore the grin she showed when he did that. “But only because you didn’t stop nagging me, ok? I still think it’s an utterly useless tradition. And should be abolished as soon as possible.” He wanted to walk away, but was stopped by Rebekah’s voice.

“I’d say you’d find an ally with Klaus in that, but if you even try to work together with him to get this cancelled, you’ll have me to fear. Trust me, I’d pick me in that fight.”, she grinned sweetly, a complete opposite to the not so veiled threat that was hidden in her words.

-

Kol rolled his eyes when he walked away, into the house they had found to spend the holidays in. Away from the Quarter, which was something he strangely enjoyed, even when he was glad for the phone he had bought so he could at least send some texts and -sometimes not so appropriate- photos to Davina, whom he missed more than he had imagined he would. After running in on Klaus who was still silently cursing over his slip of paper, he found an empty room upstairs where he sat down at the writing desk that looked out over the surroundings of the house. If he looked down, he could see the pyre that was already stacked up for tonight. The sun was still visible in the sky, but it was setting fast. In an hour, it would have disappeared behind the horizon, leaving them in the dark. He looked down at the paper, which was still annoyingly empty. What the bloody hell should he write down? What wishes did he still have that could be fulfilled? He wasn’t what he preferred to be anymore. His time as a witch had been great, but that chapter was over. He knew he would never be able to go back to that anymore, not if he didn’t want to die again. After doing it a few times, he was pretty sure that that was out of the question. He didn’t want to die again. He didn’t want to go wherever it was he would be sent this time. Both The Other Side or the Ancestors hadn’t been kind of him and even when he would not admit it out loud, death scared him. His own death, at least. He almost started to write that down as his wish, not dying, but it didn’t sound right to him. Besides… he knew they weren’t supposed to read each other’s wishes, he had participated in the tradition often enough for that, but he didn’t want to run the risk of anyone else finding out how he was thinking about that. He still didn’t completely trust Klaus. He was kind enough now, but you never knew what would happen once Kol stood in Klaus’ way again. The first time he died, his brother had done nothing to avenge him either, after all.

He scribbled a bit with the pen on the edge of the paper before ripping off that part. No… no matter how much he wished to stay alive, he was not going to use that as his wish at this forced family gathering. He wished he hadn’t just followed their leads. He wished he had brought Davina here, even when the rest of the family had wanted this to be a small family gathering. Again he brought his pen to the paper to write a long and happy life with his love down as a wish, before drawing it back. What the bloody hell was he thinking? He was lucky enough to have her now, but it was only a matter of time before something would go wrong. She had looked over more than a few of his… indiscretions before. It was only a matter of time before she’d stop doing that. Sure, he was a star in wooing girls, in making them think they wanted to do what he wanted, but that was about it. It was different with Davina… he wanted to change, especially after knowing how he had felt while he was a witch again, but he had no idea how long he would manage to… behave now he was back in his own body. But this was up to him to work out. He didn’t need some magical wish or family involved to see how he and Davina would end up. Better than he expected, he hoped. Someday, everything had to turn out better, didn’t it? It was starting… he was alive again, even when it might not be as his preferred species. Davina was more than just a fling. His family was at least trying to unite more than they had ever done.

His family. Maybe he should keep the wish simple and linked to that. He heard Rebekah shout his name from outside and he opened the window at a crack. “Just a moment, sis! If you want me to cooperate with this ridiculous tradition, at least give me some time to do it properly!”, he shouted outside before shutting the window again and with that, shutting out Rebekah’s reaction. It had grown dark and in a glimpse he had seen that Klaus had joined his sister already. Elijah and Freya still seemed to be missing. And if he was honest… a big part of him was looking forward on joining them. No matter how much he had protested when Rebekah had forced him to join, no matter how often he had mumbled under his breath that he preferred to spend these days with Davina, no matter how he had rolled his eyes when Klaus had just accepted joining without a protest, he was glad to be here. He was glad they seemed to want him here. He was even glad they forced the slip of paper on him. And he knew there was only one thing he could write down on it. One thing that really mattered. So he scribbled down the only six letters that he could think of before folding the paper carefully, to make sure no one would be able to read what he wrote down. It was one thing for him to be here and participate, but that didn’t mean the rest needed to know how he felt about it.

-

A few minutes later he had made his way outside again. When he came at the pyre, he saw that Elijah and Freya were there as well. The sun had set, but it wasn’t cold yet. It started to cool, but over here, near New Orleans, it usually wasn’t that cold, not like they had been used to from where they came from.

“You finally managed to think of something, brother?”, Rebekah teased him, but he just answered with a nod of his head. A part of him wanted to snap at her, but after his realization earlier, he wanted to keep the peace at least for this one night. He just held up the carefully folded note up and looked at his siblings.

“So… how we’re going to do this. Anyone bring a match?”

That got a laugh out of Freya. “I get that you have to get used to having a witch in the family again… but I think I can do a pretty good job in lighting this thing. If I may, at least”, she added with a look at Rebekah, but she just nodded and smiled. It was good to add this to the tradition, to make sure everyone had a place here. Even Freya, who had just joined the family. Even Kol, who had felt like an outsider for all those years. The only one missing was Finn, but strangely enough, no one ever spared a thought for him.

Kol looked disappointed for a moment, missing the power that had allowed him to do the same as Freya. Having lost it so recently only made the pain of the miss worse. Rebekah caught on and stepped towards him, grabbing his hand and leaning over to him while Freya was indeed lighting the fire. “It’s ok to miss it, you know. There’s just nothing you can do about it. I’m just glad you’re here now, with all of us. I’m not going to let you go anymore, you know…”

He sighed. “Until Klaus…”

Rebekah shook her head, breaking off what Kol wanted to say. “Klaus is not going to do that anymore. He has changed, Kol… and I know you can’t believe it, but you’ll see. And even if he snaps… I’m not going to let him do that to you anymore. I’m not that same girl you remember.” She had been able to stand up to Klaus now. She had her own life. Granted, she had won that after thinking Klaus would kill her, but she had won her freedom and she wasn’t giving it up anymore. She wanted the same for Kol.

“I’ll just have to believe that for now, sister…” He squeezed her hand, not letting it go. That was new… a few years ago he had just teased her, taking his distance the moment that he could. And then he died. If there was anything death had made clear, it was that he needed his family, even when he didn’t want it.

“I think it’s for the first time ever that we’re all here together…”, Rebekah spoke. “And you have no idea how pleased I am that you all have managed to put aside your ego’s long enough to at least write something down.” She directed a pointed look in the direction of both Klaus and Kol, who simultaneously sighed. Rebekah finally let go of Kol and stepped forward towards the fire. “Sister…”, she said, looking at Freya. “I’ve grown up with only the stories of you and you have no idea how happy I am to finally have a big sister. I’m glad you’re here to stay, Freya…”

“Hear, hear…”, Elijah broke in, but he shut up again after looking at Rebekah. Somehow they all agreed that no matter what, this was Rebekah’s moment.

“And Kol… I’m not going to waste too many sappy words on you…” Everyone started laughing. “But let this be a sign that we want you in this family.” She turned towards the fire and threw in her slip before stepping back between her brothers. Freya, Elijah and Klaus followed her example, only leaving Kol. When Klaus was back in line, Kol stepped forward. He felt the heat of the fire on his face when he threw in the slip of paper. “Always and Forever…”, he whispered as an addition to what he had written down on his paper, this time not caring if any of his siblings could hear him.

When he turned back, he saw his siblings smiling at him, at the words he had just added. He stepped back in the line, feeling how Rebekah wrapped her arm around his neck, while Klaus who was standing on his other side did the same.

“Always and forever indeed…”, Klaus said. “For every one of us. We are family…”

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Spellbound: Part 6: Witchcraft

Mikaelson Compound, French Quarter Sunday - PM

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rebekah asked pointedly. Klaus looked over to the front gate relieved that Caroline had already gone outside and didn't have the same supersonic hearing as the rest of his family.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you, Niklaus," she drawled. "Is this the way you're trying to get women these days? Pretending to be in love with them so you can cop a feel?" Klaus growled instinctively, there was only a few people that could annoy him this much and Rebekah was at the very top of his list right now. As much as he revelled in her touch, Klaus wanted so much more than that from Caroline.

"I'd watch how you speak to me."

"Yeah, yeah," she scoffed. "Stop trying to be the big, bad hybrid when you are pathetically rubbing yourself against that witch in my presence. I mean talk about visuals that I won't be able to get out of my head."

"I shouldn't be surprised that you've made this situation all about you, little sister."

"This situation? Why shouldn't I be surprised that you're trying to divert attention away from what's really going on here," she growled. "How about we stop pretending and get to the point."

"The point?"

"The point where you admit that this supposed spell is a ruse for your real intentions. Can't you just tell the girl how you feel, you know like normal people do?" Before he could bite back she continued. "Oh that's right you're not normal, silly me."

"It's not that easy." Given the determined look on her face, Klaus knew it was futile trying to argue with her in this mood and with that frustrating dogged determination she possessed in spades.

"Hi Caroline, by the way I'm your mate," she mimicked. One thing he wasn't expecting her to say was that and not just because it was a ludicrous statement he'd never utter.

"How did you know?"

"I may have blonde hair but I'm a lot more observant than you give me credit for, Niklaus. I've seen the way you've been acting around her the past few days and when I stumbled upon this pathetic attempt to get closer to the witch I knew for sure. I'm just surprised no one else has picked this up but I always was the smartest one in this bloody family."

"Ignoring that selfless display of modesty," he quipped. "I only came to the compound under this ruse because I didn't want the witches to retaliate magically and what better place for that not to happen than here?"

"That still doesn't explain the fact that you went along with this in the first place."

"I was in shock," he murmured, surprised that he was being so frank with his sister of all people. "I'd suspected a connection but it wasn't until we kissed that I knew for sure."

"And now instead you've done everything possible to alienate your mate, great work Niklaus."

"I don't need this right now you know," he scowled. "Anyway, since when are you on Caroline's side? The other night after dinner you said she was annoyingly perky."

"She still is but I have to give the girl credit for making you slightly less grouchy than usual. So, what exactly are you planning to do? Wait for a spell to be cast from mother's grimoires and pretend to be fine again and decidely less touchy?"

"I hadn't really gotten that far yet," he admitted, sheepishly.

"Yeah you were too busy feeling up the witch to plan appropriately," she snorted. "I'm usually one for being all sorts of conniving and manipulative but in this instance I have to recommend some honesty and STAT, Nik. The last thing we need is not one but three angry witches out for retribution."

"I'll have you know that I have every intention of telling her."

"When exactly?"

"When the time is right but I was waiting until we got here," he replied weakly. The last thing Klaus felt like was being peppered with annoying questions from his little sister given everything that was happening. Call him crazy but over the last few hours he could have sworn Caroline was warming to his touch and actually enjoyed their close proximity even if it was supposedly enforced.

He'd felt it coming on gradually but when they approached the compound and he instinctively squeezed her hand sensing her apprehension, Klaus couldn't believe it when she returned his gesture. Maybe his crazy plan wasn't so crazy after all. Klaus was just hoping that after she discovered the truth Caroline would remember the connection they'd shared. This whole mate thing was new to Klaus but he liked to think that it would have the happy ending he craved.

Just thinking about wanting to be happy made Klaus realise just how much his life had changed in a few short days especially given he'd walked this earth for over one thousand years. Something had always seemed to be missing and Klaus knew now that it had been her. The beautiful, blonde witch that had breezed into town, almost burnt down one of his establishments, pretended to turn him into a mouse and stolen his heart in the process. Klaus knew there was a reason she cast that love spell instead and he was hoping she was slowly coming to the realisation that he was her mate, just as she was his.

"Yeah I can see how well that's working for you, Niklaus," she drawled, breaking him from his thoughts. He really needed to tell her and fast.

"I need to find Caroline," he said determinately, walking towards the entrance.

xxxxxx

"Peanut butter and jelly is the ultimate combination," she shared. Katherine was perched atop their kitchen counter like she owned the place and was lecturing Elijah about his sandwich filling choices. Apparently without their chef around that was her only option dinner wise.

"I'll take your word for it, Miss Pierce," Elijah offered formally, busying himself with the bread. He wasn't even hungry but figured ocupying the feisty brunette was his duty given everything happening elsewhere in the compound.

"So ridiculously polite aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Rather than tell me you detest my taste you choose to avoid commenting," she replied chomping into her sandwich greedily. "It's okay you know, I won't hold it against you, even if your food choices are pretty boring."

"Boring?" Elijah baulked, regarding his ham, cheese and tomato sandwich curiously. "I'll have you know there's mustard on this too."

"Oooh that's crazy," she teased, swinging her legs back and forth against the kitchen cabinets. "If you tell me it's seeded or Dijon, I'm not sure we can manage all that extra excitement tonight."

"You really think I'm boring," he said. Katherine figured it was more of a statement than a question.

"Serious not boing," she smiled. "And even if you were, trust me I could stare at you in that suit and everything would all be forgiven."

"Oh, so now I'm just a piece of meat for you to ogle," he enquired, his eyebrows cocked curiously.

"I didn't know people still used the word ogle but no I wouldn't say that exactly," she drawled, placing her food down and focusing her full attention on Elijah.

When she'd first met him at dinner a few nights earlier Katherine had been immediately attracted to the tall, dark haired Mikaelson, even though he wasn't her usual type. Stuffy and uptight never really had been until now. There was definitely something sexy about his strong presence and Katherine wanted nothing more than to ruffle those perfect feathers. "I have to admit that when you take charge of the family like you did before it's pretty hot to watch."

"Well, given the situation I didn't really have a choice. I'm curious, do you ever take anything seriously, Miss Pierce?" He asked moving closer, his hand slightly grazing her leg in the process.

"Well, I suppose I like to think that you're broody enough for the both of us," she shot back, sending him her most dazzling smile.

She could smell his spicy aftershave from this proximity and it took all Katherine's willpower not to kiss away the grave expression that was constantly plastered across his gorgeous face. It seemed like such a waste to Katherine. His brown eyes searched her face earnestly, almost like he was torn about what to do with her next. She was thinking exactly the same thing about him. "Do you ever smile?"

"I try not to very often," he conceded.

"Afraid it's going to ruin that ruthless reputation of yours, Mr Mikaelson?" She asked teasingly, using his same formality.

"Something like that," he replied but Katherine couldn't miss the slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

If she wanted to kiss him when he was serious now she wanted to jump him. For some reason Elijah was very different to anyone she'd ever experienced and Katherine felt completely out of her depth with him. Elijah eventually tore his gaze from hers and moved away, occupying himself with placing lids on the assorted jars and putting them back in the refrigerator.

"I think its time I checked on Kol, god knows what he might do without some adult supervision."

"What do you call Bonnie?" Katherine asked, pushing herself off the counter and standing beside him.

"I have the distinct impression that she might need some supervision too, we don't want her killing him now do we? Not that I'd blame her given I have that urge on a daily basis when it comes to Kol."

"You seem to forget she can't use her powers here."

"I didn't forget, but I have a strong suspicion that Miss Bennett can hold her own against my younger brother."

"You wouldn't be wrong about that," she agreed thinking about all of that pent up tension between them and following him from the kitchen, her sandwich long forgotten.

xxxxx

"Petulant child isn't your best look, Kol," Bonnie accused, watching him pace back and forth impatiently. "Just stop stalling and show me where the damn grimoires are before I wipe that pout off your face."

The darkened attic was large but also overly crowded with items including a number of framed artworks, large, wooden chests and an array of antique furniture throughout. Bonnie figured you'd accumulate a lot of stuff when you're thousands of years old. If Katherine had that kind of a life span god knows where you'd store all her things including her exorbitant shoe collection.

"You should really watch who you're threatening, witch," Kol seethed, finally stopping his pacing to send her a dirty look.

"I love how you think calling me that is somehow going to make me feel bad," she drawled. "How about we just quit with all the pleasantries and do what your brother said already?"

"My brother is not my keeper."

"Yet, here we are," she scowled. "Do I need to remind you that this is about lifting the spell on Klaus?"

"A spell that would never have been cast if your stupid friend hadn't decided to go rogue," he muttered. "There's an established hierarchy in New Orleans and if you'd done your job and briefed her correctly we wouldn't be in this damn mess."

"Yes, you're Original family royalty and I'm just a lowly witch, don't worry you've made yourself very clear about that fact on a number of occasions."

"Yet you still continue to flout the rules."

"Oh, so it's all my fault," she shot back. "This is so typical of you, Kol. I'm curious, does it make you feel better to blame me for everything that is going wrong in your life?"

"Yes," it was only a one word answer but Bonnie could sense the overwhelming emotion in his voice. He sat down on a nearby chest and placed his head in his hands. Bonnie had never seen him this vulnerable and it was obvious everything that happened between them was finally taking its toll.

Bonnie shook her head at first wondering what she ever saw in this guy. He was immature, stubborn and could hold one hell of a grudge. Although at the same time she couldn't help but feel all of the unresolved feelings she'd tried to stifle for Kol come flooding back in that exact moment. Yes, she'd rejected him but Bonnie had never expected this amount of animosity.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. It would have been so easy to throw another insult back his way but Bonnie could tell he was still hurting and that his harsh words were his way of coping. She'd been so emotional after finding out his real identity back then and hadn't given any thought to his feelings before she fled. He'd lied to her after all, deceived her into thinking that he was someone else.

"For what exactly? That comment, leaving without saying goodbye or the fact you rejected me without letting me explain why I did what I did?"

"You lied to me, how did you expect me to react?"

"I just hoped you'd stay around long enough for me to explain, not leave Chicago without so much of a see you later."

"It never would have worked Kol, we are just too different."

"Something you decided again without giving me the opportunity to make my case. Being an Original vampire isn't as fantastic as it sounds, especially when you have Mikael Mikaelson as a father."

"You told me about your family pressure," she admitted, taking a seat next to him. Bonnie had promised herself that she'd never be this close to him ever again but the situation seemed to call for it. He reacted immediately, lifting his gaze to meet hers seriously. Brown eyes on brown as he continued.

"But yet knowing all of that you still left," he uttered. "You don't know how many times I wish I could be someone else without all the added family expectations. You've met my siblings now so surely that is case in point."

"Rebekah is certainly forthright," she offered, albeit feebly.

"That's a nice way of putting it," Kol grinned, turning to face her. Bonnie couldn't miss the fact that he'd rallied and she was in deep danger of losing herself to him all over again if she wasn't careful. After all he was still an Original.

"Do you know how hard it is to let yourself fall in love with someone who could just break your heart and all those dreams for the future in an instant?"

"For once we agree on something," she murmured. Bonnie wasn't sure who instigated the kiss but she didn't really care as his mouth massaged hers hungrily after so long apart. Before too long, their clothes had been shed and she was laid out on the chest and Kol was straddling her and feathering kisses over her supple skin, beginning with her collar bone and dipping dangerously lower. She couldn't resist any longer, losing herself to the feelings she'd tried to hide for so long.

"Oh my poor eyes," Elijah moaned, shielding his vision from what was going on in the attic between his brother and Bonnie.

"Don't listen to him," Katherine chided as the couple attempted to cover their bare skin from the surprise interruption. "Please continue, not all of us are such prudes."

"They are supposed to be finding some way to lift the spell not..."

"Having crazy, attic sex?" Katherine finished his sentence, peeling his hands from his face. "Oh please, everyone's entitled to a break and I myself couldn't think of a better way to spend that time."

xxxx

"Klaus?" Caroline asked. He'd barrelled towards the front door only to run into the object of his affection in the entry hall. He could have sworn she was angry given the way her blue eyes were darting around erratically and her breathing slightly ragged.

"Everything okay, love? I know Enzo can be a bit of a twat," he offered sincerely. She seemed to calm from his words immediately, her gaze now solely focusing on him. "Actually a lot of a twat."

"You'd be right," she agreed. "I just really need some time away from the family drama, it's stifling."

"Well, good luck," Klaus mused thinking she had summed it up so fittingly. It had only been twenty minutes but seeing her again had made Klaus realise that he couldn't live without her for too long. As much as he wanted to resent the mating bond Klaus knew it was the best thing to happen to him. Correction. Caroline Forbes was the best thing to happen to him ever and given his thousand year life span that was saying a lot.

"What do you do when it gets too much?" Klaus was slightly taken aback by the intimacy of her question.

"Well," he began, knowing exactly what he did to deal with the madness that was the Original family of vampires. "I suppose I go into my studio. It's quiet and allows me to entertain what the perfect life could be like." He noticed her falter slightly before she responded.

"Take me there," she rasped.

"Well, last time we went there..." he uttered, trying to be honest finally. After everything it was the least he owed her. The last thing Klaus wanted to do was upset her given the number of paintings starring her on the walls. Caroline thought there were a few last time she visited but his artistic inspiration had burgeoned since then. He figured she'd think it was all part of the love spell though so eventually lead her inside. If anything he hoped she'd see just what she meant to him.

She walked around the room, her hands running slowly over the various paintings as she took them all in. Klaus was desperate to ask what she thought, hoping he'd graduated from stalker to something even slightly more appealing in her eyes.

"The things a spell will do to someone," Caroline commented, her eyes fixated on one particular painting. "Funny how I never saw this one before though." Klaus knew that image as well as he knew himself. It was her first night in New Orleans, just before she'd set the napkin alight. He'd lied when he said she'd garnered his attention after that particular incident.

Klaus remembered that night so clearly, he'd been restless which wasn't unusual. As he turned the corner into the nearby alley his whole life had been completely shaken by the mysterious blonde in his sights. At the time he didn't know why but now given she was his mate it was all so obvious. Klaus never believed in fate but seeing her that night and the subsequent interactions he knew they were meant to be.

The image of her that night had taken a back seat in his mind, almost like he was too afraid to paint it because she might disappear completely. He'd hastily worked on it after dinner with the three witches that night, determined to keep their story alive after she'd left so prematurely. If he was being honest it was his favourite painting of her so far.

"You saw me that night?" Klaus only nodded. He couldn't respond verbally, his emotions were too heightened at that point. Plus he wasn't sure how he was going to explain his appearance that night. "I look so scared, I suppose I was being in a new city with foreign and unpredictable powers."

"It must have been difficult," he offered, moving closer.

"It was but then I met my sisters."

"I want you to know that you'll always have me too, love," he murmured, closing the distance between them. She never failed to have that heady effect on him and he certainly didn't need a spell to be drawn to her kindness and beauty. "Actually, there's something I need to..."

Before Klaus could continue, her hands had found his hair and were running them through his dark, blonde curls affectionately. He closed his eyes, the wolf inside him relishing in the feeling of her sweet caress. She leaned closer, placing chaste kisses on his temple, nose and finally his crimson lips. Klaus lost himself, returning her kiss with a renewed urgency desperate to taste her again.

Before he could slip his tongue inside her warmth she'd moved away, Klaus howling in pain as she kneed him roughly between his legs. The one thing he expected to feel down there had been much more pleasurable.

"How dare you."

"Caroline," he pleaded, wishing the pain away. He may of been the invincible, Original hybrid but it didn't make it any less sore not to mention humiliating to his sizeable ego.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, Mikaelson," she chided. "I was stupidly beginning to think that you were better than that manipulative dictator everyone in this town paints you to be but turns out I was the gullible one."

"It's not like that..."

"Spare me, I have felt absolutely terrible all day about what happened even though you're public enemy number one. But all this time you were playing me."

"Caroline.."

"Right now I don't really care what you think, in fact if I never see you again it will be too soon." Before Klaus could object she'd run from the room. Klaus could hear her calling to Bonnie and Katherine urgently about leaving. He raced towards her voice noticing that everyone had now congregated in the entry hall. Katherine and Bonnie seemed confused so too his brothers as Caroline moved towards the door purposefully.

"I'm not sure what's going on but I can't let you leave, Miss Forbes," Elijah insisted, placing himself between the door and the three witches.

"Good call, brother," Rebekah uttered standing by his side. "These witches aren't going anywhere."

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Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency Character Bios from BBC America’s Website

DIRK GENTLY | SAMUEL BARNETT Funny, eloquent, rude and a tiny bit presumptuous, Dirk Gently has strange psychic abilities that enable him to sense tangential connections. He’s turned these abilities into his new profession: that of a “holistic detective,” a term that reflects his belief in the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. However, his abilities have condemned him to a lonely life devoid of human connection. A man with an interesting sense of style and a brusque manner that quickly annoys, Dirk exists on the assumption that everyone around him will instantly recognize his authority… even though said authority doesn’t exist, and pretty much no one ever acknowledges it, ever.

TODD BROTZMAN | ELIJAH WOOD A frustrated loser and fallen punk rock front man, Todd’s life is a dead end. But when he stumbles into a bizarre murder scene, everything drastically changes. A random encounter with the eccentric detective, Dirk Gently, draws him into a web against his will. As Todd reluctantly joins Dirk, he quickly discovers he’s just flat out better at detecting and pretty much everything else than Dirk. He always attempts to solve matters with the fewest steps possible. But despite being a compassionate, smarter-than-average man with biting wit, Todd often finds himself at a moral crossroads. His bad habits of lying and stealing have dire consequences that he won’t be able to avoid forever. He’s not a bad person… he’s just not a good person, but he’ll get there. Maybe. Hopefully?

AMANDA BROTZMAN | HANNAH MARKS Amanda always wanted to be in a band like her brother Todd. Her spunky, smart, wild and impulsive personality defines who she is… or at least who she was. Sidelined by Pararibulitis — a hereditary disease that turns everything around her into a potentially agonizing physical hazard — she’s remained isolated, leaning on her brother for support. She’s deeply connected to her brother but a number of issues in their relationship are slowly being triggered, and Amanda will find herself drawn towards the dark forces converging on Todd’s life.

FARAH BLACK | JADE ESHETE A neurotic, bad-ass security officer to a millionaire, Farah has brooding, nervous energy and an easy snarl that’s triggered at the slightest provocation. A tactical prodigy, Farah is a dominant figure who is also a bit odd… much more than she’s prepared to accept. She subconsciously talks to herself and if provoked, unleashes a biting deadpan sarcasm. After her boss is killed and his daughter kidnapped, Farah is determined to solve the case alongside Dirk and Todd without the help of police. She makes every attempt to keep the group safe, even if she herself isn’t so sure she’s capable of doing so.

BARTINE “BART” CURLISH | FIONA DOURIF Bart is a terrifying, homicidal, deranged, fearless, and nearly invincible self-identified “holistic assassin.” Like Dirk, she is a causality psychic. Bart doesn’t determine who she kills or when and how she kills them. It’s all instinctual. Drawn towards people who kill or endanger others, she feels a second nature urge to eliminate them, which she can do with very little effort. She’s rough, rude, kind of gross and an upsetting person, but there’s a complex sweetness to her. Bart is comfortable with who she is and unlike Dirk, she’s found peace with her power.

KEN | MPHO KOAHO A nerdy, friendly-faced tech trapped in increasingly difficult and bloody circumstances, Ken’s side job as a hacker lands him face-to-face with some odious characters, including Bart, a self-identified holistic assassin.

GORDON RIMMER Rimmer (Aaron Douglas) is an enigmatic loser with an impressive series of horrible secrets. A high ranking member of a cult called Men of the Machine, Rimmer is by nature, a perpetually scrambling, unreliable, egomaniacal agent of the Brotherhood’s intent. Rimmer loves giving orders and whenever possible, remind his fellow brothers of his seniority within the cult.

THE ROWDY 3 The Rowdy 3 — all four of them — composed of the aloof Martin, the manic Vogel, the ever-stoic Gripps and the deranged Cross, are vampires. Not the night walking bloodsucking kind, but rather something much stranger… if that’s possible. They feed on emotion and the electrical energy of the human mind, which they extract in blasts of crackling electricity. Ex-test subjects, the Rowdy 3 have tried to make a life for themselves out in the real world, forever hunting Dirk Gently; deliberately entering his life in moments where it will cause him the most emotional terror.

ESTEVEZ AND ZIMMERFIELD Estevez (Neil Brown Jr.) and Zimmerfield (Richard Schiff) are missing person’s detectives operating increasingly off book as they follow the trail of a complex and mystifying case. As bizarre events continue to converge around one person, they find themselves more and more flummoxed by the investigation.

COLONEL SCOTT RIGGINS AND SERGEANT HUGO FRIEDKIN Beleaguered CIA head of a defunct secret bureau investigating the paranormal called Black Wing, Riggins (Miguel Sandoval) used to be a bright-eyed West Point grad. A born optimist with a cheery demeanor, Riggins is a true believer: Aliens? Yes. Psychics? Yes. Demons? Magic? Past lives? Yes, yes and yes. He’s hoping to rebuild Black Wing but gets stuck with Friedkin (Dustin Milligan), an unpredictable, wildly ambitious and dangerous moron. Though he supports Colonel Riggins in his quest to peacefully achieve his goal, his boneheaded nature may derail the Colonel’s plans altogether.

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#BHM #Christ warns: 4 Great Judgments of America: "To be plagued with too much #RAIN will destroy property and lives. It swells the rivers and creeks. Too much RAIN #floods cities and towns. Large bodies of water at the ocean shore lines will be MADE TO SWELL with unusually high waves, dumping billions of tons of water over the now seashore line. RAIN destroys property and kills cattle by drowning them in low lands. RAIN destroys the hiding places of vicious beasts and reptiles bringing them out FIGHTING in small towns in peoples’ homes and farms. RAIN weakens and destroys railroads, truck line beds and bridges. RAIN undermines foundations of ALL types of buildings. RAIN makes the atmosphere too heavy with moisture causing sickness. Wind with RAIN(#hurricane) can bring destruction to towns and cities, bringing various germs, causing sickness to the people. It produces unclean water by the swelling of streams and destroying reservoirs of pure drinking water used for the health of the people. RAIN is a destructive army within itself. Hail stones are also a property and life destroyer. Snow is of the MOST DREADED plague when it comes in great drifts from five to thirty-five feet. It buries your property and lives. It destroys your highways, your cities, and your concrete and gravel in towns and cities. It puts a great burden of expense upon the cities. It puts a great burden of expense upon the city to repair it. The cave-in of roofs of homes, the cutting off of homes, the cutting off of transportation, isolating areas, brings about starvation. And communication is destroyed with the icing of communication wires. Snow looks pretty because of its clean look. Almost everything of nature is beautiful, but it can be turned into death and destruction against man. Snow is prophesied to be one of the weapons that God will use against the wicked (America), Job 38:22, 23. Hail also is mentioned in the same two verses, where God plainly tells us that He has preserved it against the time of trouble, against the day of the battle and war. The Holy Qur’an also teaches us that God used snow, rain, wind, hail, earthquakes and fire against former wicked people. Is America any better than the people we read about in the history that God destroyed? No, she is not as good. These people were not as wicked as the American people. #Earthquakes can destroy towns and cities instantly. America is in the grip of divine judgment. America is in the position toward her once slave, so-called Negro, as Pharaoh was with Israel as his slave. She is in this position because of the injustice done to the American so-called Negro slave, brought to America over four hundred years ago, and refuses to let them go free. They only SAY that you are free, knowing within that you are not able to leave them without anything. But the injustice continues to increase. Now they plan death. So this God was predicted by the prophets to come to the defense of this people (so-called Negroes) in the last days after they served the enemy for four hundred years. The #Bible declares Abraham in Genesis that God would judge the people to whom his people (Abraham’s) would be in bondage. This does NOT mean Israel. This means the PRESENT Black people, the members of their Black nation, who have and are fulfilling their prophecy. God, in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, will not be defeated. The more evil, deceiving, tricking and making of false promises to the American so-called Negro only increases America’s divine chastisement -- doom. America knows that her trouble lies in her mistreatment of the Black man, the so-called Negro, but she is too wicked to give up tricking the Negro and deceiving him on false promises. She just cannot stop. The opportunity is too open, and she thinks that there is no one to hinder her. But God has CHOSEN US to be His people, and He delights in fighting the enemy. According to the history of the former people, He delighted Himself by going forth against them when they exceeded the limit. So it is with America. They MUST be separated. America will not agree to see the Negro separated from her UNTIL she has suffered DIVINE PUNISHMENT, as Pharaoh suffered. The same thing that other evil nations suffered before them is now coming upon this people. She seeks to keep her slaves robbed of opportunity and wealth. She envies success coming to American Negro free slaves. She charges them high prices to keep them down. She deceives them through a few of what we call "Uncle Toms" in the political circle, clergy class and all professional classes. She offers them little favoritism to help her work against their own people -- the Black people. But they, too, will suffer along with the enemy of justice of the poor so-called Negro. They MUST be separated. Envy and hatred are growing between the two people, regardless of their preachings of social integration. The truth MUST come. What is better than the program you find I have written? You two (Black and white) cannot get along in peace since you never have gotten along in peace. Do you know why the white American does not like to talk with you about separation, and why he calls separation of the two people the wrong solution for peace between the people? He knows that it is promised and that God will do it. Then, why do they not agree with separating themselves from you and me, and we from them? Why are the Black man and white man all over the earth now in disagreement with each other to live in peace? Do you know why? Oh, foolish American so-called Negro, seek some of this earth that you can call your own to live on in peace. Unite and ask the government for a portion of America. This is what we need -- somewhere to live to ourselves and let the white man live to himself. The two people are not brothers. They are alien to each other. God did not make them brothers to each other. I ask you, my brother and sister, to learn this and learn it quickly and fly for your life to the refuge of Allah. Come follow me." Honorable Elijah Muhammad: Fall of America