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Crimson Frost {Part Five}

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Part Five

As you prepare for your wedding, secrets come to the surface and your future hangs in the balance.

♡♡ Thank you for reading this series! Sorry for the slow progress on it, I hope you enjoy the ending xoxo~ ♡♡

8.5k {whoops} words - Warnings: Viking AU where the Mikaelsons are completely human (no magic, werewolves, vampires... etc) bit of violence, Klaus handing betrayal the only way he knows how, lots of fluff and a sappy ending...

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You sat on a log overlooking the river that ran through the village, watching Henrik, Gerda and Kol spar, their swords flashing in the sunlight. You couldn't help but notice how fast Henrik was getting, how his blows were stronger, more accurate. You knew he would soon surpass his brothers, he had the heart and the drive to become a great warrior.

Gerda was completely enraptured with him, her eyes following his every move, her heart clearly taken by the young boy. And it was clear to see that he returned her affections, what they had gone through together had created an unbreakable bond.

You could see the change in him, how his eyes lit up when he saw her, how his voice became softer, gentler, how he looked at her with such devotion, such tenderness. It reminded you of the way Elijah looked at you.

Kol went to strike Gerda, but she easily parried the blow, her sword connecting with his. You watched as Henrik moved in, his blade slicing through the air, cutting across Kol's arm.

"Ow," Kol said, his voice mockingly hurt, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "that hurts little brother,"

"I told you not to let your guard down," Henrik said, his tone serious, his eyes focused, "never get distracted,"

"Well, well," Kol replied, his tone playful, his eyes dancing, "you've gotten better,"

The sound of twigs crunching behind you drew your attention. You turned to see Elijah approaching, sitting down on the log next to you. He subtly took your hand in his, his eyes searching yours, you leaned against him, savoring the moment of peace, letting the warmth of his body comfort you.

It had been a few weeks since your return to the village, and you still hadn't worked up the courage to tell Elijah you were with child. You knew he would tell Niklaus immediately, and would insist on marrying you. His noble heart wouldn't allow anything less.

You were starting to show, your breasts becoming fuller, your belly beginning to swell. You had taken to wearing loose dresses, hiding your pregnancy from the rest of the village, keeping it a secret from everyone, even though the guilt ate at you.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, his eyes searching yours, his brow furrowed, a look of concern etched across his handsome features.

"I'm fine," you said, mustering a smile, trying to reassure him, "I just have a lot on my mind,"

"What is troubling you, ástin mín?" Elijah asked, his thumb gently caressing your hand, the warmth of his touch always so comforting.

You wanted to tell him, you had planned a thousand different ways, but the words wouldn't come out, the fear of what Niklaus would do, stopping you.

You could see the concern in his eyes, the love he had for you, the intensity of his gaze causing your breath to hitch.

"I..."

"Brother! Y/n! What a pleasant surprise," Niklaus's voice boomed, startling the both of you. You quickly withdrew your hand, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, a nervous energy settling over you.

Niklaus walked towards you, a wide grin plastered on his face, but his eyes cold, devoid of emotion. He took a seat on the other side of you, his presence filling the space, his body pressed against yours.

"Such a fine morning," Niklaus said, his voice light, his gaze meeting yours, the smile not reaching his eyes, "don't you agree, y/n?"

"Yes," you replied, your tone hesitant, your body stiff, your unease growing, "it's beautiful,"

Henrik came running up, sword in hand, a wide grin on his face. His clothes soaked with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, a wild look in his eyes.

"Will you spar with me Elijah? Please," Henrik pleaded, his expression hopeful, his eyes bright.

"I'm sorry Henrik, but he's still recovering," You began to protest, but Niklaus stopped you, his hand resting on your thigh.

"Nonsense!” Niklaus said, his voice firm, his grip on your thigh tightening, "she fusses something awful about you brother, always fretting,"

"I just don't want him to strain himself," You protested, your voice trembling, "his wounds are not healed,"

"I'm fine," Elijah replied, his gaze shifting between the two of you, his expression guarded, his brow furrowed, "My scars just make things...difficult,"

"See? Now go, spar with our little brother, I'll look after my betrothed," Niklaus said, a sly smirk on his face.

"As you wish," Elijah said, a look of concern in his eyes, before he took Henrik's hand, "come, show me what you've learned,"

"I've missed you," Niklaus whispered in your ear, his voice low, his eyes burning into yours, "I've been so preoccupied with attending to our new home, I've forgotten to check in on you,"

"I've been fine," you replied, your voice shaking, a lump forming in your throat, "you didn't have to worry,"

"I see my family has kept you company," he said, a dark edge to his voice, his gaze hardening, "they're quite protective of you,"

"I love them as if they are my own," you said, a small smile forming on your lips, your mind turning to Henrik, to Kol, to Rebekah, "they mean everything to me,"

"That is good to hear," Niklaus said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours, "I think it's time, don't you?"

"Time for what?" you asked softly.

"Time to begin planning our wedding," Niklaus said, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck, his grip tightening, "the sooner the better, I'd say,"

"Niklaus," you began, your voice trailing off, you didn't know what to say, how to respond.

"I think we've waited long enough," he said, his tone still artificially light, a strange glint in his eyes, "there has been so much darkness over our families lately, let's have something good, something to celebrate,"

You looked in the direction of Gerda and the Mikaelsons sparring. Henrik and Elijah were facing each other, their swords clashing, their movements graceful and fluid. Gerda was on Kol's shoulders, screaming and laughing as he spun them around. This was everything you ever wanted, your family safe, happy, together.

You looked back to Niklaus, his eyes still locked on yours, his gaze intense. He was waiting for an answer, his hand now gripping your neck tighter.

"Yes," you said, your voice low, your mind racing, "let's have a wedding,"

"That's my girl," he said, his tone triumphant, his hand releasing your neck, sliding down your shoulder, his fingers trailing along your arm. "Our parents would be so proud, their children finally united,"

"I can't wait," you said, the words tasting bitter, your stomach churning.

Niklaus's hand found yours, it was meant to be a sweet gesture, but the contact made you shudder, his touch foreign. He didn't touch you the way Elijah did, didn't make your body come alive, didn't set your soul on fire.

You tried to suppress the guilt, the shame, the fear, the sadness, you tried to bury it, hide it, but it was there, gnawing at you. The truth, the reality of the situation, hitting you, crushing you.

You had no choice, your fate, your destiny, was sealed.

Elijah hadn't seen you for days, the entire village caught up in wedding preparations. He had his own special duties to fulfill, as the eldest kin to the groom. He had arranged the feast, had made sure the finest meats and breads were cooked, and had overseen all the decorations.

The wedding was to happen that evening, and Elijah was dreading it.

The guilt and the shame weighed heavy on him, he felt as if he had betrayed his brother, betrayed you. He loved you, and he wanted nothing more than to marry you. But Niklaus was your betrothed, and as such, it was his decision, his right.

The thought of watching you pledge your love and loyalty to another man, made Elijah's heart ache, the pain almost unbearable. He was surely being punished by the gods, his sins catching up with him.

He thought back to six months ago, how he was overjoyed to learn his beloved brother would be marrying the girl of his dreams. How he had counseled Niklaus, how he had given him advice to win your heart.

Somehow, it seemed like a lifetime ago, the events of the last few months, changing everything.

He knew he needed to speak with you before the ceremony. Everything was happening so fast and he wanted to make sure this was what you truly wanted, that you had a say in your future.

His feet carried him towards the home where you were getting ready. The door was open and he could hear Gerda loudly complaining about how beautiful you were. He couldn't help but chuckle, her exuberance always brought a smile to his face.

As he approached the door, slowly pushing it all the way open, his eyes immediately landed on you.

You were dressed in a fine, cream colored gown, a wreath of flowers on top of your head. You looked radiant, your skin glowing, your eyes sparkling, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Rebekah, Gerda and Tatia were sitting all around you, braiding pieces of your hair, weaving flowers in it. Everyone was laughing and smiling, the atmosphere joyous.

You turned towards him, your eyes locking, the smile instantly fading from your face, a sadness creeping into your gaze.

"Elijah," you said softly, your voice breaking, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to speak with you," he said, his eyes searching yours, his stomach knotting, "if I may?"

The girls all exchanged strange looks, it wasn't customary for the groom's brother to visit the bride before the wedding.

Tatia gave you a small nod, the look in her eyes, reassuring, a small smile forming on her lips. She stood and began herding the girls out the door, following them outside, closing the door behind her.

You stood and faced him, he looked as handsome as ever, his face clean shaven, his hair combed back, a fine tunic hanging off his broad shoulders.

He didn't have to say anything, you could read every emotion etched on his face, every word echoing in his eyes. You took a step closer, your fingers interlacing with his, pulling his hand up to rest against your chest, over your heart. 

"You look so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze locked with yours, his hand gripping yours tightly, his pulse quickening. 

"Elijah," you whispered back, your eyes searching his, your voice faltering, a lump forming in your throat, "I'm sorry," 

"No, no, no. None of that," he said, his voice tender, his free hand cupping your face, "you don't have to apologize."

"It's just... I fear what he will do if he finds out about us," you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks, "there is a rage in him, I can see it in his eyes. And you're not fully healed," you placed your hand gently on his chest, where his scars were. You worried for him, worried for your child.

"Don't worry about me," he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing away your tears, "I can look after myself. All I want is for you to be happy. I never meant to hurt you,"

"You could never hurt me," you whispered, your gaze meeting his, "you saved me," you paused, your gaze dropping, the guilt rising in your chest, threatening to suffocate you, "and our child,"

"What?" Elijah gasped, his mind racing, trying to process what you had just said, "our child?"

You nodded slowly, a warm flush spreading over your skin, you took his hand and placed it on the swell hidden beneath your wedding dress. The look in his eyes was indescribable, his expression a mix of shock, wonder, and sorrow.

"You are with child?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his mind trying to process what you had just said.

You nodded, unable to speak, your emotions overwhelming. You could see the battle raging inside him, his heart at war with his mind, his duty to his family, to his brother, fighting with his love for you.

"You should have told me," he said, his eyes searching yours, his mind working through the implications of your revelation.

"I know," you said, tears starting to spill down your cheeks, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know how to tell you, didn't know what to do,"

He wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on top of yours, his body tense. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, letting his familiar scent wash over you, calming you.

"I have to tell him," Elijah said, his voice strained, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair, "I cannot live with this secret,"

"He will kill you, and me," you protested, burying your face in his chest, tears soaking into his tunic, "please, don't say anything,"

"I cannot allow him to marry you, to claim you and the child as his own," Elijah said, his voice full of emotion, his gaze locked on you, "and if I die protecting you, then I will be welcomed in the great Halls of Valhalla. It would be a worthy death."

You nodded against his chest, your hands balling up the fabric of his tunic. He pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I love you," he said, his eyes full of tears, his voice breaking, "I always will,"

You stood on your toes, pressing your lips to his, kissing him softly, savoring the taste of him. You were so afraid of never kissing him again, never holding him, never being in his arms.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. He placed both hands on your stomach, smiling as he felt the slight swell, his heart filled with pride and wonder.

"I will protect you and our child, no matter what," he whispered, his voice soft, his lips brushing against yours once more, "always and forever, ástin mín,"

"Y/n," a voice said from the doorway, startling both of you.

Gerda was standing in the doorway, a look of concern on her face, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"What's going on?" she asked, her brow furrowing, her eyes narrowing, her expression suspicious.

"Nothing," you said, mustering a smile, quickly wiping away your tears and stepping away from him.

"Do not lie to me systir," Gerda said, her tone serious, her eyes narrowing at Elijah, "what is happening?"

Elijah's eyes met yours, a silent conversation passing between the two of you. You gave him a small nod, he took your hand and gave it a kiss before leaving the house. You knew what he was going to do, that it was the only choice. That Niklaus would soon learn the truth. You just hoped it wouldn't cost him his life.

Your legs gave out and you sank to the floor. Tears were streaming down your face and your whole body was shaking. Fear coursed through your veins, but underneath it all you could feel a sense of relief. No more secrets, no more lies.

You put your head in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn't believe what was happening. How had things spiraled so far out of control? A part of you wanted to run after Elijah and beg him not to go but you knew it was useless. His mind was made up. He had to tell Niklaus.

"Tell me," Gerda pleaded, crouching down beside you, she placed a comforting hand on your arm. "You can tell me anything,"

"You'll hate me," you sobbed, looking up at her through blurred eyes.

"I could never hate you," she said, her voice soft, her gaze never leaving yours.

You took a deep breath and began to tell her everything. Elijah saving you from the raid, your time together in the forest, training with him, your feelings for him, your affair, your child. It all came flooding out. The weight of the secret suddenly lifting, the relief palpable.

Your body felt heavy, exhausted, the emotional burden you'd been carrying for so long, suddenly gone.

Gerda's expression was unreadable. She was silent for a moment before her face broke out into a wide grin. "I'm going to be an aunt?"

You laughed, the joy and excitement on her face, warming your heart.

"Yes," you said, the smile falling from your lips, your anxiety returning. Gerda could see the fear and uncertainty on your face.

"Everything is going to be ok, we'll get through this," she said, holding your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, "how far along are you?"

"Maybe two months or so," you said, your mind racing, your heart pounding, "it is too early to know,"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gerda asked, her voice cracking, a small frown creasing her brow, "you have never kept anything from me,"

"I was scared," you whispered, tears starting to spill down your cheeks once more, "I did not want you to think ill of me,"

"Oh, systir," Gerda whispered, tears of her own forming in her eyes, she wrapped you up in her arms, her hand coming up to stroke your hair, "I could never think ill of you, I love you so much,"

The two of you just held each other, your fears and worries melting away in her embrace.

"Elijah," she said with a soft giggle, kissing you on the top of your head, "he reminds me of one of those valiant, chivalrous heroes in the tales you used to tell me," she began to rock you both gently back and forth, humming an old lullaby that your father used to sing. 

You chuckled, wiping away your tears, nodding in agreement. You rested your head on her shoulder, taking a few deep breaths. Your body was still aching, your emotions all over the place, but you could feel some of the tension leave your body.

"Thank you, Gerda," you murmured, her comforting presence and calm words filling you with hope. 

"I will speak with Niklaus," Gerda said, her hand gently cupping your chin, forcing you to look up at her, "he will see reason, I know it,"

"I'm not sure anyone can reason with him," you said, the sadness creeping back into your voice.

"He loves you, in his own way," she said, her hands gripping your arms tightly, "he is a good man, he will understand."

You remained silent, unsure how to reply, hoping Gerda was right. You could only hope and pray, that the gods would show mercy, would spare you, would save you.

The wedding celebration was in full swing. Elijah weaved through the crowd of villagers dancing around a large bonfire. Niklaus was sitting on the steps to the longhouse, sharpening his sword, with Tatia sitting at his side.

He knew his brother well enough to know he was angry about something. There was a coldness in his eyes, a dark edge to his demeanor. His movements were rigid and tense, his expression, hard and unforgiving.

"Brother," Elijah said, kneeling in front of Niklaus, meeting his gaze, his expression solemn.

"Elijah," Niklaus replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "why the dower look? This is a time for celebration!"

"I need to speak with you," Elijah said, his tone serious, his voice low, "about the wedding,"

"Is something not to your taste? Perhaps the food is not to your liking?" Niklaus's tone was light, but his expression was one of irritation.

Elijah watched as Tatia put a calming hand on Niklaus's shoulder. He thought she was behaving far too familiar with a man on his wedding day, her touch was far too intimate, her smile a little too sly.

"No, the food is fine," Elijah said, his gaze shifting to Tatia, the look on his face making her withdraw her hand, a small smile forming on his lips.

"What is troubling you?" Tatia asked, her tone light, her expression, innocent.

"Nothing that concerns you," Elijah replied, his expression hardening, his words biting, "I wish to speak with my brother, privately,"

"She stays," Niklaus said, his hand moving to cover hers, his eyes flashing.

"Very well," Elijah said, sighing heavily. He would have to be careful about how he presented the news, the last thing he wanted was for his brother to fly into a rage.

"Look at him," Niklaus chuckled, looking at Tatia, who looked nervously between the brothers. "He thinks we don't know,"

"Know what?" Tatia asked, feigning ignorance.

"That he's trying to pass off his child as my own," Niklaus snarled, twisting his blade in the dim light of the setting sun, admiring his reflection.

Tatia let out a fake gasp, her eyes wide, her hand flying to her mouth, "Surely, he wouldn't, that would be dishonorable."

"Yes, it would be, wouldn't it?" Niklaus smiled, the madness shining in his eyes. "My brother, the one everyone thinks is so noble. Who I thought was so noble," he growled, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

"Let me explain-" Elijah began, but was cut off by Niklaus raising his hand, silencing him.

"The two of you have been quite busy, haven't you?" Niklaus chuckled darkly, he got to his feet, his sword in hand.

Elijah could see the murderous look in his eyes, the tension in his muscles, his whole body coiled, ready to strike.

"Niklaus," Tatia said, rising to her feet, her voice calm, her hand going to rest on his arm, her gaze darting around the crowd. "Not here, there are people watching,"

"How dare you take what's mine," Niklaus hissed, ignoring Tatia, his face inches from Elijah's, his expression one of pure fury, his body taut with anger.

"Brother-" Elijah started to say, rising to his feet, his hands raised, his expression imploring.

"No," Niklaus said, his jaw clenched, his grip on his sword tightening, "you don't get to call me that anymore, my brother died in the raids, all I have left is a traitor, a snake, a thief,"

"Niklaus, please," Tatia said, her eyes pleading, her hand tightening on his arm, her body pressed against his.

He pushed Tatia off and stormed towards the bonfire, the crowd parting for him. The laughter and joy turned to confusion as Niklaus raised his sword high above his head.

"People! My people," Niklaus shouted, his eyes wild, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "I have an announcement,"

You and Gerda approached the crowd, the sound of Niklaus' voice echoing in the eerie quiet. All the music and the dancing had stopped, everyone's attention fixed on him.

You saw the look on his face, his expression a mix of madness and fury. You tried to push your way through the crowd, but you couldn't, the people were too thick, their bodies packed tightly together.

"I have gathered you all here today under false pretenses," Niklaus said, his voice loud and clear, his sword waving erratically. "Today is not a celebration,"

You could hear the collective gasp of the crowd, the murmurs of confusion, the hushed whispers, the sound of footsteps running through the village.

"Today is a reckoning," Niklaus continued, his voice rising, "today is a trial,"

Elijah watched as his brother pointed the sword directly at him. The look in his eyes chilled him to the bone.

"My brother forced himself upon my betrothed when she was under his care," Niklaus shouted, his words sending a hush over the crowd, "and now he seeks to pass off this child as mine own,”

The crowd started murmuring, the sound growing louder, their voices filled with outrage, their faces full of disbelief.

You managed to push your way forward, finally making it to the edge of the crowd. Your eyes locked with Elijah's, the pain and sorrow in his gaze, making your heart ache.

"That's not true," you protested, stepping forward, your voice faltering, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Liar!" Niklaus screamed, his voice cutting through the air, his face contorted, his sword pointing directly at you. "You are carrying his child are you not?"

You gasped, his words striking you like a blow. You heard the crowd murmur, some gasping, others whispering. Your face reddened, your shame washing over you.

"I..." you began, your eyes darting around, your voice trembling, "I don't..."

"Enough," Niklaus roared, his voice ringing through the air, the villagers all looking on in horror. "I have a witness who can confirm the pregnancy,"

Tatia stepped forward, her eyes wide, her expression nervous. You knew what she was about to do and you wanted to run and hide, but your feet were rooted to the ground.

"I tended to y/n when she returned," Tatia said, her gaze falling on you, a look of apology on her face. "In doing so, I discovered she was with child,"

The crowd erupted into shouting and screaming, their voices angry, their faces shocked.

"Although she did not reveal who the father was, it was obvious it was not her betrothed," Tatia said, her expression grave, her voice steady.

"So who else could be the father?" Niklaus shouted, his expression triumphant, his face full of rage.

"I am," Elijah said, his voice clear, his gaze meeting yours. "The child is mine,"

Your heart stopped, the world seeming to spin, everything moving in slow motion. You could hear the crowd shouting, see their angry faces, but it was as if you were underwater, unable to move or breathe.

"So you admit to forcing yourself on her?" Niklaus asked, his eyes wide, his mouth twisted into a vicious smile, his expression, vengeful.

"No," You managed to croak out, the words catching in your throat, tears spilling down your cheeks, your body shaking. "He didn't...I...I'm not..."

"Speak up," Niklaus growled, his eyes boring into yours, his gaze filled with hatred. "Say what you have to say and face the consequences of your actions,"

Elijah moved in front of you, shielding you from Niklaus' view. He spread his arms wide, looking at his brother, his gaze resolute.

"Niklaus," Elijah said, his voice calm. "That's enough,"

"Don't tell me when it's enough," Niklaus hissed, his eyes blazing, his face contorting. "After what you've done, after what I've lost, I have every right to seek justice,"

"Is that what you are doing? Humiliating your bride in front of the entire village is not justice," Elijah asked, his voice rising, his expression furious.

"Bride?" Niklaus laughed, it was a cold and harsh sound, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with malice. "No, she is no bride of mine, she's just a whore,"

Elijah charged at his brother, his face, livid. He punched him squarely in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. The crowd started cheering, their bloodthirsty cries echoing through the air.

Niklaus laughed, getting back to his feet, wiping the blood from his split lip. He lunged forward, his eyes bright, his sword flashing. Elijah jumped back, narrowly avoiding the blade, then he pulled out his own.

You could only watch as they circled each other, Niklaus' expression maniacal, Elijah's calm. The blade clashed as Niklaus attacked again. Elijah blocked the blow, shoving him backwards.

Rebekah was screaming for them to stop, being held back by Kol, her eyes filled with tears. Drums were beating as the villagers were chanting for blood.

Gerda held on to you tightly, stopping you from running towards them, trying to prevent the inevitable. You could see the anger in their eyes, and the hatred. You wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, to tell them this was all your fault, that you couldn't bear to see them like this. 

"STOP!" You screamed, your voice cracking, tears pouring down your cheeks, your heart thumping in your chest.

But it was no use, they were too far gone, the bloodlust in their veins pumping. The sound of metal on metal rang through the night air, the crowd shouting and chanting.

The brothers were moving so quickly, their swords flashing and clashing, the grunts and the roars, loud in your ears. Niklaus growled, swinging his blade with such force, it sent Elijah's flying from his hand.

Elijah tried to pick up his sword, but Klaus leapt onto his back, knocking them both to the ground. They grappled, rolling around, pushing and shoving.

Niklaus drew a dagger from his belt, grinning maniacally as he plunged it into Elijah's shoulder. The crowd cried out in victory as Elijah gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

You wiggled your way out of Gerda's grip only to be stopped by Ansel. He threw his arms around you, holding you tightly, the cries of the people drowning out your screams.

Elijah fought back, tossing Niklaus to the ground, driving his fist into his face, the dagger still lodged in his shoulder. Niklaus snarled, kicking Elijah backwards, lunging forward with a savage thrust, narrowly missing Elijah's chest.

Niklaus stood up, breathing heavily, his face filled with rage, his eyes wild. Elijah staggered to his feet, his blade now in hand, poised and ready, his grip steady, his face set.

"I'm sorry, brother," Elijah whispered, his voice cracking, his face tightening.

"As am I," Niklaus replied, his voice choked with emotion, his expression pained.

Niklaus rushed at him, his sword held high, his eyes blazing. Elijah sprang forward to meet him, his sword arcing through the air.

Their blades met in a deafening clash, both men pushing and shoving, straining against each other's strength. The anger and frustration flowed from their veins as they danced and dueled in the burning light of the bonfire.

Niklaus pushed Elijah back, causing him to stumble over a rock. Elijah fell backwards, his blade landing on the ground just out of reach.

You watched in horror as Niklaus leapt forward, his blade raised.

"NO!" You screamed, watching as the dagger flashed in the light of the flames.

Suddenly, Henrik appeared in between them, his hands up, his expression filled with panic. Niklaus had already swung his blade, the momentum carrying him forward.

The tip of his blade slashed against Henrik's face, drawing blood. The crowd instantly fell silent, the drums coming to an abrupt halt. You cried out in anguish, covering your mouth with your hands, watching as Henrik fell to his knees.

Elijah was already rushing to Henrik's side, scooping him up, looking at him with horror. Niklaus had dropped his blade and fell to his knees, his expression one of total shock, his voice weak.

"Hen!!!" Gerda shrieked, running forward, falling to her knees at Henrik's side.

She turned to look at Niklaus, pure venom in her gaze. She slapped him hard across the face, screeching at him to get away. 

He compiled without protest, his body quivering as he stood up. Tatia rushed forward to meet him, her arms reaching out for him. He shrugged off her touch, standing a distance away, his face gray.

Gerda cradled Henrik, stroking his face, looking down at him with worry. Henrik was clutching his cheek, looking up at her with wet eyes.

Elijah took the hilt of his knife and pulled it from his shoulder with a wince. Blood was flowing down his arm, dripping onto the ground. He grasped it tightly, trying to stem the bleeding with his hand.

You pushed Ansel aside, breaking free from his grip. You sprinted to Elijah's side, sinking to the ground next to him, you tore a piece of your dress and wrapped it around his shoulder, the ivory cloth turning crimson.

Tatia was helping Henrik to his feet, wiping the blood from his face, examining his wound. His cheek was sliced open, and she pressed her shawl to it to stop the bleeding.

Elijah stood up, swaying slightly as he stood, holding his arm tight to his chest. You helped him stand, your expression determined. He glanced at you, the pain in his eyes clear to see.

You looked over at Niklaus, who was staring right back at you through the flames of the bonfire. He looked defeated, his shoulders slumped, his eyes vacant. He glanced around the crowd, at all the disappointed faces then back at your own. He didn't blame you, the fault was all his, he'd been blinded by rage, by the fire burning inside him.

You watched him sit, his head in his hands, his shoulders slumped. He looked utterly defeated, his face a picture of remorse and guilt. He looked so small and alone, a broken man who'd lost everything.

Kol carried Henrik towards Tatia's hut, followed by Gerda and Rebekah. Elijah began limping towards the hut as well, leaving you alone with Niklaus.

You stood frozen for a moment, before making your way over to him, his shoulders trembling. You reached out your hand, placing it gently on his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

"Nik," you breathed, trying to steady your trembling hands, your voice breaking.

He flinched at the sound of your voice, jerking away from your touch. "Don't," he rasped, his voice breaking, his eyes fixed on the ground.

You sat down next to him, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a deep breath. "Niklaus, I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice heavy with guilt, tears filling your eyes.

He nodded, still unable to meet your gaze. He shook his head, his hands clenched at his side. He felt sick, empty, numb.

"I didn't mean for it to turn out like this," you continued, tears flowing down your cheeks. "None of this was supposed to happen,"

He said nothing, just sat there, his expression unreadable.

"Do you love him?" Niklaus asked, his voice was flat, his tone, void.

"I do," you replied, your voice shaking, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

"Do you love me?" he asked, still avoiding eye contact with you.

"Yes, but not in the same way," you admitted, your voice cracking, the tears falling faster. "You... You are like a brother to me Nik, but Elijah... I am in love with him,"

You expected anger, hurt, betrayal but when he finally looked up at you, his eyes were filled with understanding, not rage or pain.

"He makes you happy," he said, giving you a small smile.

"Yes," you agreed, returning his smile with a watery one of your own.

"I have lost everything, haven't I?" He asked, his voice hollow, his expression sad.

"No," you said softly, taking his hand in yours, squeezing his fingers gently. "You have your family, and this village. You have all these people that care about you, who love you. I will always be a part of that, I will always be your friend,"

"Thank you," Niklaus replied, squeezing your hand in return.

"Let's go see them," you said, standing up and wiping your tears away, "They need you now, you're still their brother,"

He took your hand, following you towards the hut, his heart full of anguish, his eyes full of tears. He walked past you as you pushed through the flap, his gaze immediately landing on Henrik, who was being examined by Tatia.

"Is he alright?" He asked, his voice hardly audible, guilt eating away at him.

"The cut is deep but not life threatening," Tatia explained, cleaning the wound with a wet cloth, dabbing it gently. "It will need stitching,"

Gerda was next to him, kneeling on the floor. Niklaus touched her arm softly and she glared up at him with narrowed eyes. Her face softened as she took in the state of him, her expression one of relief.

Niklaus dropped to his knees, his gaze fixed on Henrik, shame flooding him.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, his voice choked with emotion, tears forming in his eyes.

"It was an accident," Gerda said, her voice soothing, her face soft.

"The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you," Niklaus murmured, his eyes never leaving his brother. "I just... I just got so angry, and I wanted to hurt someone, to lash out, to be in control..."

"Are you and Elijah still mad at each other?" Henrik croaked, lifting his eyes to meet his brothers.

Niklaus shook his head, his shoulders sagging, his heart aching. "No," he breathed, blinking back tears.

You went and sat next to Elijah, whose shoulder was now bandaged. He pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing you on the forehead.

Niklaus looked up at the two of you, his gaze lingering on Elijah's bandaged wound. If it wasn't for Henriks intervention, he would have killed Elijah, his closest brother. And all for what? His pride? His selfish anger?

He was more angry over Elijah taking what was his than you going behind his back. He didn't love you the way he thought he did, he just didn't realize until now. He thought he was doing the right thing, marrying you, keeping you safe. But it was never the right thing for you, it was always about him, even before everything fell apart.

Tatia finished stitching up the cut, dressing the wound with cloth bandages. She nodded at Niklaus, holding his gaze for a moment, then gave him a reassuring smile.

Gerda helpedHenrik to his feet, steadying him as he walked over to Niklaus. Henrik threw his arms around Niklaus' neck, hugging him tight. Niklaus clung to his little brother, his entire body shuddering as he cried.

"No more fighting, brother. Just peace, okay?" Henrik asked, looking up at Niklaus with a slight smile.

"Okay," Niklaus replied, breaking into a smile, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You slipped your hand into Elijah's, squeezing his fingers gently. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, burying his face in your hair, breathing you in.

Niklaus glanced up at the two of you, noting the tenderness between you, the obvious love and affection. He knew now you were truly happy with Elijah, and he was finally able to let go of the illusion of the future he had created. He realized now he was never in love with you the way he thought he was, he had misinterpreted his feelings as passion, devotion, it was all just confusion.

"Am I really going to be an aunt?" Rebekah asked, looking at you excitedly.

You nodded, your smile growing wider, tears stinging your eyes.

"When is the baby due?" She asked, bouncing on her toes, her eyes shining.

"In about seven moons," Elijah answered, his gaze filled with love, his hand moving to rest on the swell of your stomach. 

Rebekah squealed, throwing her arms around you, hugging you tightly. She looked back and forth between you and Elijah, her eyes filled with happiness.

"We are so happy for you both," Gerda said with a smile, looking over at Elijah with appreciation. "Congratulations,"

"I always knew one day you would bear a little niece or nephew of mine, I just didn't expect it so soon," Kol remarked, smiling mischievously, throwing a casual arm around his sister. "And I also expected a different father,"

Rebekah smacked him on the back of the head, shooting him a disapproving look, shaking her head.

You sat with them for a while, watching their smiles and laughter, your heart light. Henrik and Gerda were cuddled up together, their fingers laced, talking quietly. Niklaus was speaking quietly with Rebekah, the two sharing an embrace, their eyes glistening.

You were gazing at Elijah lovingly, your stomach fluttering, your chest filled with warmth. He smiled at you as he stood up, his expression gentle, his lips pressing to your forehead tenderly.

"I'm going to head back to my hut," he said, touching your cheek. "Come with?"

You nodded, standing up, looping your arm through his. You walked with him towards the door, pausing to glance at Niklaus. He gave you a small smile, the first real one he'd given you in a while. Then he looked at Elijah, his expression hardening briefly before relaxing again. It was all you could hope for, a broken reconciliation of sorts.

Once outside, you found yourself wrapped in Elijah's arms, your body pressing against his. You felt relief, knowing you could be open about your relationship now, the shame of hiding behind secrecy, gone. 

Elijah's hut was neat and cozy, the hearth fire, warm. In the corner, was a large bed covered in soft furs and linens. The sound of the river came through the open window, mixed with the rustle of the leaves in the trees. You looked out at the open forest beyond the river bank, at the stars twinkling above.

You watched as Elijah removed his sword from his belt, placing it gently down next to the bed, running his fingers over the metal. He looked up at you shyly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, motioning for you to join him.

You approached cautiously, stepping out of your shoes, padding across the fur covered floor. You sat beside him, taking his hand, letting his thumb rub across your palm. He placed his arm around you, pulling you closer, resting his cheek on top of your head, letting out a sigh.

"It's over," Elijah murmured, his voice soft.

"Yeah," you whispered, relief rushing over you. "Do you regret how it happened?" You asked. "How we came to be together?"

He shook his head. "I only regret not loving you sooner," he said, lifting your chin up with his fingers, his gaze meeting yours. "Everything else... is now history,"

~Epilogue

"Ella! Come help me with these flowers," Gerda called out, carrying a bundle of wildflowers in her arms.

Ella scrambled up from where she was seated by the river, clutching her doll to her chest. She ran towards her aunt, her dark hair billowing in the wind, her brown eyes wide.

"I found some lavender and daisies," Ella squeaked, holding up a fistful of flowers, their stems dangling loose.

"Perfect," Gerda replied, scooping her up and carrying her in one arm, balancing the large bundle of blossoms in the other.

You sat on the steps to your hut, watching the village bustle around you, men building furniture and decorating, their voices, jovial. Everyone was preparing for the wedding today, the excitement was contagious.

Elijah sat next to you, carving an intricate design into a large piece of lumber. It was a wedding present for the bride and groom, a perfect decoration for their table.

You watched his hands, marveling at the steady, precise way he held the blade, at his deft, nimble fingers.

He looked up at you, glancing at his work critically, raising his brows. "What do you think?" He asked, turning the piece of wood in his hand, showing you the carving.

It was a beautiful forest scene, complete with wild animals and lush green plants, birds sitting in the tree branches. It was a masterpiece, made with love and attention to detail.

"It's beautiful," you breathed, running your fingers over the intricate details.

He smiled at your praise, pleased at your response. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your cheek tenderly.

Kol appeared around the corner, an enormous crate in his arms. Henrik followed close behind, a large sack slung over his shoulder. They smiled broadly at the sight of you and Elijah sitting together, their faces friendly.

"Elijah, we need your help," Henrik said, dropping the sack next to the crate.

Elijah stood up, nodding his agreement. He planted a quick kiss on your lips, running his fingers down your arm before jogging off to help his brothers.

You could see the girls across the way, rushing towards Tatia's hut with bowls of flowers. Tatia hurried over to help, taking the bundle from Ella, smoothing her dark curls affectionately.

Rebekah was sitting in front of the hut, with Tatia's young son on her lap. The two of them weaving flowers together, crafting a crown. Rebekah placed it on top of the little one's head, laughing at his sweet smile.

You stood up, making your way over to the group of women, your feet softly pattering on the dirt path. You stopped briefly to pet one of the goats that wandered around, stroking its neck, receiving a loud "meeeh" in return.

Ella squealed when she saw you approach, her eyes growing wide with glee.

"Momma! Momma!" She squealed, running straight for you, wrapping her tiny arms around your legs, looking up at you adoringly.

You reached down, picking her up, tickling her stomach playfully. Her giggles made you laugh, the soft chime of her sweet innocence a welcome sound.

"Gerda said I can throw flowers for the wedding... Can I? Can I?" Ella exclaimed, bouncing on your hip, her doe eyes begging, her little hands curled in yours.

"Of course," you answered, brushing her curls out of her face, kissing her cheeks. "The ceremony will start soon, so we have to get you ready,"

She smiled, clapping her hands together, practically vibrating with joy. You carried her towards Gerda's hut, peering inside to find your sister's dress spread out on her bed, her shoes and hair ribbons resting next to it.

"I can't believe this day has come," you said softly, running your hand down the fine dress, your gaze filled with love. "Do you remember when we were preparing for my wedding?"

Gerda stood next to you, giving you a sideways smile. "Yes," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia, shaking her head. "Wait, which one of your weddings?"

"Hush," you chuckled, elbowing her in the ribs, giving her a grin. "You're worse than Kol,"

You both burst out laughing, overcome with fits of giggles. You linked your arm through hers, pulling her close, resting your head on her shoulder, breathing in her familiar, comforting scent.

"Mother and Father would be so proud of you little systir," you murmured, your heart full of love.

"And of you," she replied, wrapping her arm around you.

"Now," you said, turning your attention to your daughter, shifting her in your arms. "We have to get you dressed, we can't have you throwing flowers in your undergarments, can we?"

Today was a glorious day, one of family and love. There was laughter and music, sweet honey wine and delicious, rich food.

Niklaus spent the day out hunting for the biggest elk he could find, a special treat for tonight's feast. Everyone watched him carry it into the village center triumphantly, his forehead streaked with sweat, his grin ear to ear.

He saw you and your daughter Ella dancing together, singing, smiling. He saw Elijah running towards you, lifting Ella up, twirling her around, her laugh rising above the sound of the drums.

There had been a rift between the three of you for so long, it still felt strange to see you together as a family, but he had no regrets. He was filled with more pride than hurt, life was not the fairy tale he once imagined, but it was the right path, all the same.

Tatia approached him, carrying their son in her arms, stroking his golden hair, cooing softly. She looked at him, her gaze full of tenderness, placing a soft kiss on his head before handing him to his father.

"How was your hunt?" She asked, fussing over his hair.

"Very successful," he answered, his grin widening, kissing his baby boy on the head. "Fit for a feast,"

She took the arm he offered, squeezing it gently. Niklaus held her hand as they strolled through the village, people smiling and waving at them as they walked past.

Drums became louder as Niklaus approached the longhouse, admiring how the flames from the torches created shadows on the ground and stone pillars. He guided his wife and son to the head table, helping her to sit, placing their boy on her lap. He took his place next to his brothers at the altar, watching as everyone gathered in front of them.

Henrik stood in the middle, nervously twiddling his fingers, his hair a beautiful, shiny dark brown. He was dressed in finely crafted clothing, embroidered with threads of the finest silks, woven in exquisite patterns. Niklaus admired his brother's wide smile and bright blue eyes, filled with happiness and anticipation.

"Don't be frightened little brother," Niklaus said, winking at him, slapping him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Married life isn't so bad,”

As if on cue, there was the sound of a pipe and harp, and everyone turned their attention to the sound. Ella came first, ribbons braided through her hair, a crown of flowers on top. She tossed petals and blossoms on the path ahead, giggling and smiling, kicking up her skirts as she ran around the gathered crowd.

Rebekah followed behind her, and Niklaus smiled affectionately. You followed behind her, your arm linked with your sister, a few white flower petals tumbling from your palm to the path below, making a trail of beauty behind you.

Gerda looked perfect, her dark hair tied up, her crown woven with lavender and daisies, matching her loose white dress. A gentle, contented smile graced her face as she looked at Henrik, their eyes sparkling with love, their expressions overflowing with happiness.

The vows were spoken, Gerda and Henrik sealed their oaths with a kiss, their laughter mixing with cheers and whistles from their friends and family.

And then the feast began, with the new bride and groom kissing at the head table, their cheeks flushed.

Niklaus looked out at all the children playing and dancing, his wife twirling around with Rebekah, as Elijah sat with you at the next table, his hand gently stroking your knee.

Niklaus watched Ella run towards him without looking where she was going, slamming right into his legs. She looked up at him, brushing herself off, a look of hesitation and fear in her big brown eyes.

"That's okay, Ella," Niklaus said, crouching down to her level, trying to relax his expression. "Be careful though,"

Her eyes grew wider, she never had much interaction with her uncle Niklaus, so she was always a little afraid of him, hiding behind her mother or father whenever she saw him.

Elijah noticed his daughter and his brother speaking, how nervous his little girl looked, her hands clutching her dress, peering up at the man before her through her lashes. He came over, leaning down to speak to her, his face was gentle and caring, as he spoke, pointing out at the festivities, offering her something to eat. She shook her head shyly, hiding behind her father, her hands pressed against his legs.

"I'm sorry, she's a bit shy today," Elijah said awkwardly, it had been so long since he had a conversation with Niklaus. It all felt a bit foreign, it was difficult to know what to say.

"She looks just like you," Niklaus said, pushing himself to stand, smiling down at Ella, watching as her eyes followed him.

Elijah picked Ella up, resting her on his hip, smiling affectionately.

"Look Ella, you know uncle Niklaus," he said softly, bouncing her a little, encouraging her to wave hello, her tiny, trembling hand moving in a cute little wave.

"Hello, Ella," Niklaus said softly, waving back, extending his hand, motioning for her to touch it. She touched the tips of his fingers with her own, offering a shy smile.

Kol sauntered over, a huge grin on his face, his cheeks flushed red, probably from drinking. He clapped a hand on Niklaus's shoulder, and joined in the small conversation.

"Ella darling, you owe me a dance!" He proclaimed, and before anyone could blink, he had taken Ella from Elijah's arms, spinning her around, raising her up, laughing and giggling.

"Not too fast, Kol," Elijah warned, grinning at the sight of his daughter having fun, spinning and twirling, her laughter echoing around the grove.

Elijah returned his attention to Niklaus, surprised to see the relaxed expression on his brother's face, the corners of his mouth turned up in a friendly smile.

They spoke as they used to, laughing and sharing stories and jokes. They discussed the details of recent hunts, of their children and wives, of future plans and past adventures. 

Henrik stood at the front table, with his new bride on his arm, raising his mug high in the air. "A toast to my dearest love," he said, raising his cup, smiling down at Gerda affectionately, their matching gold rings glimmering in the fire light.

"I want to thank you all for coming and celebrating this night with us. This is a joyous occasion for me, but I am especially grateful to share it with each and every one of you. Without you I would not have known true love, and today I get to make my darling Gerda my wife, so thank you for allowing me to have this beautiful life,"

Everyone cheered and cried out their congratulations. There was music and laughter, friends and loved ones. The night was filled with celebration, music, and love. The pain of the past was almost forgotten, your grief and sadness, laid to rest. Everyone was happy, overjoyed at the good fortune that life had bestowed upon you. The ground had thawed, the snow melted, giving way to sweet, bright Spring. New birth and beginnings were in the air, the scent of renewal permeated everything, love, light and joy were your family's future. 

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

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[cloudybarnes]

some things never change

Pairing: kol mikaelson x vampire!reader

Summary: going to the grill was supposed to be something fun for you and rebekah to do together, but that plan quickly backfired when you saw her brother, your boyfriend, making out with another woman

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: i’m not the best with angst so this is my attempt :) also some bad language

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“I can’t believe you’ve been here for almost two years, and you still haven’t tried the grill’s mac and cheese.” You exaggerated to Rebekah as you pulled her through the doors of the little diner. 

“(Y/N), you know us vampires get our nutrition from blood, not human food, right?”

You chuckle as you walk up to the counter, Bekah in tow behind you. 

“I’ve been a vampire for as long as you’ve known me. I just happen to like human food too much to ever give it up.”

Rebekah chuckled as you ordered two servings of mac and cheese, one for each of you. 

Once your order came out, you grabbed the two bowls and smiled at your friend. “I think you’re really going to like this!”

Instead of the smile you expected Rebekah to shine back at you, her eyes watched something behind you, a frown set deep on her face.

“That little bastard,” she quietly growled.

“What’s the matter?” You turn around and instantly wished you hadn’t. 

Not even ten feet behind you was your boyfriend of almost one year with his tongue down the throat of another woman.

You sharply inhaled as you watched the scene unfold before you. The two of them stood in front of the bar, Kol’s hands roamed the waist of the woman he was kissing. 

Your heart could do nothing other than break. 

“I’m going to kill him,” you could hardly hear Rebekah’s threat by how hard your heart was beating. 

“No,” you barely let out. “You stay here, I’ll handle it.”

You took a deep breath and handed off the mac and cheese to Rebekah as you stormed over to your boyfriend. 

You were never one to be sad long, that was something the Mikaelson’s all loved about you; you had a fire in you that would never burn out. Your broken heart only fueled your anger, and when you were angry, you were known to make rash decisions. 

When you were finally close enough to them, you could hear the intense beating of their heart beats. It sickened you how he could enjoy his time with another woman so much, especially when you spent the last year of your life being faithful to him.

Out of anger, you grabbed the woman by her hair and yanked her off of your boyfriend. 

“What the hell?” She screeched. 

You glared into her eyes. “You will leave here and forget all about the encounter you just had with this man,” you compelled.

She fell into a daze and nodded her head, silently walking away and leaving you with Kol.

“Darling, let me explain.”

You whipped your head to Kol. His eyes drooped as he sorrowfully stared at you. He raised his hand to try to reach you, but your movements were too quick, and you grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to make contact with your skin.

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me, you little asshole.” You seethed. “And don’t you ever try to touch me again, or I won’t just grab your wrist next time.”

You forcefully shoved his hand back to his chest. 

“(Y/N), please, just listen to me.” Kol pleaded. 

“What is there to listen to?” You shouted, “you were just making out with another woman while you’re supposed to be dating me!”

“I am dating you!” Kol yelled in frustration.

“Then why were you kissing her?”

“I-I don’t know! It kind of just happened; she came on to me.” Kol’s voice started to raise, his panic becoming evident. 

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, so I should be mad at the woman who most likely had no idea you had a girlfriend and not the man who was supposed to be faithful to me.” You scoffed out a laugh. “How pathetic do you think I am, Kol?”

“(Y/N),” Kol pleaded as he reached out to you again.

Without warning, you grabbed Kol’s wrist and twisted it backwards as he cried out.

“I thought I told you not to touch me anymore.” You spat, releasing his arm from your grasp.

“Baby, please believe me. I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.” Kol pleaded as he shook out his sore wrist. His eyes were wide and sad. Usually a look like that would make your heart melt, succumbing you to whatever Kol wanted. 

Not anymore. 

“Did you even think about me once while you were making out with her?”

You were met with silence on Kol’s end. 

You scoffed, “of course not.” You shook your head in frustration. You couldn’t even stand to look at him, let alone be this close to him anymore.

You saw Rebekah sitting at a table now, but she wasn’t alone. Your close friend Caroline was sat with her, both of them sadly watching your interaction, no doubt listening to everything.

“Please, (Y/N).” Kol pleaded, pulling your attention back to him. “Tell me what I can do to fix this. I don’t want to lose you, my love.”

That caused you laugh. “Oh that’s rich — you saying you love me.”

Kol’s heart broke, his lips falling open but he couldn’t will himself to speak. He did love you, he just had a habit of ruining things for himself just as he gets happy.

“How could I have been such an idiot to believe that you, out of all people, could actually love someone?”

Well, if Kol thought his dead heart was broken before, it was surely shattered beyond repair now. 

“(Y/N), you can’t possibly believe that.” Kol shook his head, and attempted to reach out to you, but stopped himself when he saw the hatred in your eyes. “Please, darling, you are the first person I’ve loved in a long time. It breaks my heart that you question my love for you.”

“What do you expect me to do!” You shouted, your arms instinctively raising to tug at your hair in frustration. “I just caught my boyfriend of a year with his lips all over another girl! That’s not love, Kol, and it’s embarrassing that you think it is.”

“Darling, no, that’s not-”

“Maybe they were right,” you sighed as you ran your hands down your face. Your muscles were tense; the anger you have trying to spill out through tears, but you fought your hardest to keep them at bay. 

“Who was right, darling?” Kol nervously asked.

“My friends, my family, your family,” you snarled, “everyone told me it was a bad idea getting involved with you. Everyone told me that you were ruthless and that you would never change and settle down with someone. I refused to believe them, and look where we are.” You sarcastically laughed. 

Your feelings were all over the place, and being a vampire didn’t really help with keeping them at bay. 

“I have changed, (Y/N).” Kol grew frustrated. He wanted so desperately to ease the pain he had caused you. “Before I met you, I would have never even entertained the idea of a relationship with someone. You turned me into a man that wanted to spend all of his time with one woman, and that woman is you!”

“It didn’t seem like you only wanted me when you were just kissing someone else! I don’t believe a single word that comes out of your disgusting mouth.” You growled, your eyes started to bulge from your veins expanding. Your anger was forcing your vampire side out, and it wasn’t very smart to let that happen at the grill. 

“I don’t know how I can make this up to you, (Y/N). I swear that woman meant nothing to me.” Kol persisted. 

“That’s just it,” you sarcastically smiled, “you can’t fix this Kol, no matter how much you claim to want to.”

Kol’s face fell and he frantically shook his head. “(Y/N), don’t say that. Give me some time, I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll kill that woman if you want me to. I’ll bind myself to you so I can never be unfaithful again. I’ll do whatever you want, just please give me another chance.”

Kol grabbed onto your arms and stared into your eyes. Maybe if you were weaker you’d have caved to his sorrowful look. Maybe you would have believed him when he said he’d fix this and never do it again. 

A shame for him, you’re a lot stronger than you get credit for.

“We’re done, Kol.” You snarked, prying his hands off your arms. “Don’t ever speak to me again.”

With that, you left your, now, ex-boyfriend to his lonesome; his world shattering as he watched you head back to your friends, knowing he had forever lost the one good thing in his life. 

[cancerian-woman]

Klaroline had chemistry but the way they set them up was ridiculous also even if they had a romance there wasn't any reason Klaus wouldn't want to work with a bennett witch that isn't realistic in any way shape or form and him not even noticing Bonnie made no sense whatsoever they did that with alot of important characters that should have been around Bonnie and not two whiney brothers with their love triangle problem

Hey anon,

Absolutely, see while Klaro did have chemistry they weren’t needed. Thinking on Forwood real quick. They had just officially gotten together in the beginning of s3. Tyler had just gotten out of his own love triangle with Jeremy & Vicki. Caroline broken things off with Matt not too long ago. Plus, Forwood’s initial build-up. Keeping s3 in mind we have Stelena/Delena love triangle brewing. So really how many love triangles do you need in one season? Also if the plan (which it wasn’t) was always klaro why even build Forwood to begin with? Why even include Tyler in that? Tyler played a lot into Care’s drastic change from mean girl to bubbly nice person she became to be. It wasn’t until Jm & Kg pushed for Klonnie or Jm mentioning Kg in interviews etc. That the sidelining happened.

Klaus had and lost a witch. Greta Martin and we were told she stood by Klaus by choice. She went against her family who was trying to get her back to stay with him. Klaus trusted her enough for her to be in his inner circle. If their scenes together wasn’t obvious enough they definitely had sexual relationship. The only other woman/and or witch in the line up that Klaus should’ve had interest in would’ve been Bonnie. The only women that physically matched as well would’ve been Bonnie. She was the only one who could hold Klaus life in her hands and give it back him…which did occur even though Bonnie didn’t get a thank you ofc. Her own Mother was able to take out his father a man even he and his siblings still feared. But, somehow we’re expected to believe that’s not someone he’d value on his side. The Martins were taken away so quickly(I don’t remember) if they had generations of witches but it can be assumed considering Father & his children were witches. (Similar to the Bennett’s)

Esther until TO version of her praised Ayana for her mentoring. They never specified if The Mikaelson siblings knew Ayana their entire human lives but we can infer that. So, again if they’ve seen a Bennett witch in action…why wouldn’t they take notice on Bonnie?

What I noticed is that if Caroline couldn’t be inserted in a storyline over Bonnie characters died. Kai and the Parkers? Dead. Klaus=Klaroline. Kol and Bonnie? Suddenly Kol is dead and is brought back with a white witch. Even when Abby is leaving Bonnie again Caroline is the one to stop her and vent out…when it should’ve been Bonnie. Stefan made his own relationships with Caroline/Bonnie and originally was a bit protective & kind to Bonnie having his own history with Shelia. But, that eventually died…and well Bamon aka we’re going to have everyone call out this “friendship” and give dialogue that aids towards a relationship but nothing shall happen. Also…Enzo to me at least looked like another possible partner for Caroline.

A lot of people claim that s7-s8 is were TVD died. No, that’s not true at all. Plecverse not wanting to push her main Black character and give her proper treatment and storylines that matched with the narratives they written is what killed the show years prior to s7-8.

This got kinda long, whoops.

[doyelikehaggis]

🌈 *smashes all characters button* I'M KIDDING I'm indecisive so anyone from the scooby gang (and for me that includes Damon) or any of Mikaelson siblings (I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for making pick because I couldn't)

I was very close to just giving you all of the characters for that lmao. Don’t tempt me, I’ll do it!

I actually thought when you said “Scooby Gang” you meant the literal scooby gang so I’m glad you included that bit about Damon shxhsh I Think I know who is all in the tvd scooby gang, so let’s go!

Starting with Damon: He is the most dramatic bisexual vampire to exist. He is bi and he will make it everyone else’s problem. Man was crushing on his bestie Henry back in the day, as well as Katherine, and then he met Enzo — boy oh boy was he a goner for Enzo.

Stefan is bordering on straight. And before you say “but Klaus—“ I feel this was unrequited. HOWEVER, I then get more thoughts, and so I present to you, demiromantic and asexual Stefan. Stefan who only starts to really get feelings for someone when he’s good friends with them. And also — trans!Stefan. It’s one of the reasons Damon protected him so much growing up, even if he didn’t get it, he got that Stefan needed him. And their mom and Valerie were the ones who really supported him before he thought he lost them both.

Elena: I don’t actually had any headcanons for her already in mind, but thinking on it, there were bi vibes between her and Rebekah. She could be bi.

Bonnie: Pansexual and genderqueer. Don’t really have much of an explanation for this one, I just Feel it.

Caroline: Very big bi energy.

Matt: He’s queer, and realizes it sometime later after he and Caroline breakup. He did love her and Elena romantically but he also has feelings for Tyler (and maybe a little crush on Stefan helped him work that out).

Tyler: Bisexual and had strong internalised homophobia growing up.

Jeremy: Also queer. Uses he/they pronouns.

And now the Mikaelson siblings!

It’s safe to say I headcanon them all as bi, and for Freya and I Think Rebekah it’s actually canon, so. I would, however, like to project some gender onto Kol and say he’s genderfluid. And I like the idea of Freya being genderqueer. Something about the idea of Rebekah being so obsessed with a fairytale romance and realizing she’s aromantic is actually interesting to me.

I’m just realizing... I just gave you all of the characters anyway, didn’t I? Whoops. I hope you enjoy!

[fafulous]

New Orleans’ Auror (TOxHP) Chapter 7

Synopsis: Willow Scarlett, the ministry’s best Auror, decides to take a long sabbatical and settles in the mysterious city of New Orleans.

Little does she know that her past comes backs to haunt her in this very city along with a particular family only Willow has heard in tales and folklore.

Co-Author: @sweetpea-cc

Chapter 1 | Chapter 6

Scarlett paced up and down as she narrated the night's events to her not-so-human family. Everyone listened with delight, especially Lucy, her cute large elf ears standing upright with all the attention. Her excitement was at its peak, knowing that the Mikaelsons actually exist. Carlisle was not happy with the turn of events - he hated vampires.

"Good Lord, ungrateful hooligans. I told you this was a wrong place to be."

"Oh good heavens sir, why do you keep saying that?" questioned Willow.

"They're so dangerous. So dangerous. It's not our world to mess with. Anyways," he let out a huge yawn that made Iris ruffle her feathers, "it's midnight and it's really time I go to sleep-"

Willow chuckled as Carlisle passed out while talking. She turned around and walked to her room, with Iris on her shoulders still and Lucy following her.

Willow's room had subtle lighting, with minimalistic furniture. A medium size wooden four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with light blue sheets, with no shortage of pillows. She loved blue, ever since she got sorted into her house in Hogwarts- Ravenclaw. The window was clad with light green curtains, which had a direct view of her plants outside, with some black cauldrons on the deck.

On one side of the room was her wardrobe with clothes for all the occasions and the other side, which was her favorite, had her oak study with her parchments, quills, and inks. Beside the table, she stacked a few more books that were close to her heart. The walls had photos of her along with Lucy and Iris, goofing around in the Quidditch World Cup with hats bigger than their heads.

Iris perched over on the bed's footboard and watched her owner untie her hair.

Lucy finally broke the silence, "How did they look Willow?"

She chuckled to herself thinking about the night. She was frustrated with the ungrateful vampires except for the man who walked her home.

"Handsome- er. Um, they look just like normal humans," she corrected herself, being a little flustered. "That Niklaus Mikaelson is a riot, Merlin's beard. Paranoid, ungrateful, narcissistic..."

Willow went on and on about him and got into the details of the night as she changed into her hazel silk night robes. She talked of Kol Mikaelson and mentioned that she had already bumped into him that very morning.

Lucy couldn't contain her excitement. "Was he the same man who walked you home Willow?"

"Nope" she stated as she sat on the side of her soft, comfy bed, "It was the other brother, Elijah Mikaelson."

Was she smitten by the chocolate-eyed vampire? Maybe a little, she thought, as she drifted into another world of thoughts.

Lucy nudged her by her thigh and broke her bubble of thoughts.

"Yes yes Lucy, you were asking?"

The little elf gave her a smirk, almost knowing what she was thinking of. She came close to her owner, her eyes gleaming from the light from the side lamp.

"I think Willow Scarlett should sleep, it's getting late."

Willow smiled and bent low to plant a kiss on Lucy's forehead. Following suit, Iris hopped on the bed to her beloved owner, stretching out her head in anticipation of a forehead kiss too. It was an everyday ritual.

"Good night my dears," she whispered as she pecked a kiss on her owl's head. Iris flew out of the room in joy and Lucy disapperated after she turned off the lights in the room in a snap of her finger.

The table lamp illuminated Willow's tired facial features and decided to give in. She scooted and pulled the bed covers to herself, tucked in cozily. Willow recalled the night's events, only for her to keep thinking about Elijah. She smiled more as she snuggled into her sheets. It took only minutes for her to drift into a deep slumber...

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She trembled as she walked towards the Entrance Courtyard. All she could see was blinding lights from the spells cast by witches, wizards and the dreadful death eaters at one against the other with sparks of green and red light. It was the night of The Battle of Hogwarts.

The courtyard's structure was in half-rambles, bombarded recklessly by the death eaters. Her chest was bleeding from the recent scars she had encountered from Bellatrix. Her hands were bloody, clenching her chest with her tattered clothing. The smog and dust around made Willow cough as she tried to find a clearing for her to rest.

As she walked by dragging her feet, she suddenly tripped over and fell down flat. It took her time to realize that some spell had been cast on her. She turned around to see her attacker while panting, trying to make out who it was with the smog surrounding the person. It was him.

A white blonde haired man with streaks of black pointed his wand at Willow lying on the floor with the wreckage, his light grey eyes wearing a vengeful, sinister look. He held his wand sturdily giving the impression that he would attack any moment...

"Go on. Do it, you coward!"

He gave out an eerie laugh that made her hair stand on the end and he looked at her with the same contempt.

"I won't kill you Scar. You'll be useful to me one day..."

The next thing she saw and heard was a blinding flash of green light and high pitched howls.

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Being too short for the bed, Lucy jumped onto the bed after 3 tries to wake up a shivering, sweating Willow.

"Willow Scarlett, wake up! Wake up!" shouted Lucy as she shook her.

Willow's eyes shot open and got up in an instant. She immediately kept her trembling hand on her chest, feeling her scattered scars and her fast beating heart, and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

For the first time in 15 years, she had dreamt of the war, she had dreamt of him. Small beads of sweat lined her forehead. She shook her head, pushing back her messy hair to her head. Lucy was gracious enough to wipe off the sweat with her tiny hands.

"Lucy waited till 10:00 am for your morning walk and realized that Willow didn't wake up. Lucy came to Willow's room, only to see her shivering and shaking. If Willow Scarlett needs anything, Lucy is always here."

"Don't you worry. Just a bad dream," assured Willow.

"But, there is something Lucy needs to tell you immediately."

Willow straightened herself, coming back to normalcy. "Go on."

"There's this really admirable man walking up and down outside our front yard. He tried to enter the house, but the couldn't thanks to your wonderful skills."

"Is he?" she said, as she got down the bed and made her way to the living room.

Willow gave her morning salutations to Carlisle and Iris and proceeded to look at this admirable man through the window.

Below the beautiful blue clear sky was Kol Mikaelson, looking lost as if someone had given him the wrong address. Willow couldn't help but smile. She wondered if Elijah had tipped off her house location to his brother, it has to be the only way.

"Lucy do me a favour darling and run a bath for me will you, please? The man standing outside is Kol Mikaelson."

She didn't have to turn around to see their reactions. Lucy gave a huge whoop of excitement and heard her footsteps running towards her bathroom. She also heard Carlisle's mumbling on her mistake of befriending the Mikaelsons. But nevertheless, Willow made her way towards the bathroom.

--

After changing into comfortable clothes in a matter of 10 minutes, Willow strutted towards Kol, his back to her. He turned around at her, probably hearing the sound of her footsteps she thought.

"Looking for me, are we?"

"Bloody hell, how the hell did you come from that dirt of a house?"

"So you were looking for me?" she replied, as she came face to face.

It appeared as if the Mikaelson in front of him was a bit fidgety with his words.

"Listen here Willow, about last night," he continued as he saw her crossing her arms on her chest, "Elijah would have apologized, but nonetheless I'm sorry too for my brother's behavior."

"Oh galloping gorgons, you have nothing to apologize for. If someone needs to, its that terrible brother of yours, no offense."

"None taken, darling," smiled Kol. "Shall we go for a stroll towards the compound and continue that conversation of ours?"

"Back at your unpropitious house?" asked a concerned Willow.

"Please, I'd like to repay the favor for last night over some lovely brunch that doesn't comprise of blood, at least for you."

He handed out his elbow, just like the previous night and Willow couldn't oppose to say no.

"Please?" he asked.

"It shall be my pleasure."

--

The warm sun gave them comfort as they walked and talked. Willow learned that these vampires cannot enter random houses unless they get an invite, which fascinated her even more. She went on to tell him that her house was an exceptional case since everyone, supernatural or not, needed an invite.

"Are you that powerful?" asked a smirking Kol.

"I can be humble but if you want the truth, I am kind of the best."

"Marvelous!" stated a thrilled Kol, "Quick. Surprise me with a fact," he said as they both walked into the compound.

Willow and Kol stopped in the luxurious living room. Rich decors with aristocratic sofa and paintings lined the room. Not expecting this in a vampire's house, her eyes went wide open at the sight before her.

"We um fly on broomsticks - Gargoyles what the hell is a corpse of a woman doing in your living room?"

"Ohhhh um," dragged Kol, "That is my petty brother's petty ex-girlfriend, Aurora de Martel."

Willow remained to stare at the corpse on the table, thinking which brother it could be...

Unconsciously she asked, "Do all you vampires collect your ex-girlfriends and boyfriends like this?"

"Most of the times, yes." This time it was a woman's voice. Willow turned around to see a blonde hair woman accompanied by another one. "Looks like Kol is actually obsessed with you."

Willow let out a small laugh and looked at Kol.

"Oh, dear sister. Your observations are ever perfect- where are my manners? Willow, meet my two sisters. Rebekah and Freya Mikaelson."

She waved at the two of them and then continued to look back at the corpse behind the Sofa. The woman was covered with a white sheet of fabric except for her face, her red hair shabbily lying on the table. She looked peaceful in her death slumber. But it couldn't be - Willow thought she saw her eyelids twitch, which made her heart skip a beat.

"Isn't she supposed to be dead?" she asked curiously, turning around to the siblings, with her face filled in bewilderment.

"She's under a sleeping curse," said Freya as she came closer to Willow, "But don't worry about her, it's a complicated story. Kol mentioned that you, the mystical witch, will be dropping in for lunch. Allow me to take you to our dining. Elijah and Klaus will be there too."

Willow took a deep breath and nodded in consent. She felt a bit conscious because she was going to meet Elijah and the Hybrid but nevertheless, she got a bad feeling from this woman in slumber. She walked slowly towards the door and took one last glance at the unconscious woman and she swore that she saw her both her eyelids flicker.

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Chapter 8

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with my slow updates! Hope you're enjoying the story! :D

Taglist: @sweetpea-cc @poemfreak306 @spunky-89 @ranger-treaty @kickasskittie23 @shanty-lol @theroyalbrownbarbie

[janettesmyname]

why the originals is pissing me off rn

Warning: I rant with feeling so this probably reads as butthurtness or something I’m not really sure, but I promise this is more of a “questioning writing/theories” type post not a hate (insert character here) post. Nonetheless here’s your warning in case you don’t wanna see ^o^ 

Here’s to Season 5 being approved btw yaaas!

OKAY so I have a m a j o r issue with Davina’s death number one like, out of eVERY POSSiBLE pERsoN TO kiLL hEr I didn’t expect ELIJAH to have ANY PART OF IT and tbh neither did I expect Freya to and here’s why:

Kol is their brother.

Kol is ONLY ALIVE BECAUSE THIS WITCH LOVED HIM DESPITE YOUR BULLSHIT and BROUGHT HIM BACK TO LIFE

so wHy WOuLD MURdErING hEr evEN bE A pOSsiBiLiTY????????

I get it, okay. You needed power to defeat Lucien, I’m not denying that. But even KLAUS said to find another way. KLAUS. AND HE WAS WELL AWARE OF THE DANGER EVERYONE WAS IN BUT HE WAS LIKE “NO DON’T” BECAUSE HE DAMN WELL SAID AND KNEW THAT IF DAVINA WAS HURT KOL WOULD BE LOST TO THEM, AND MARCEL AND WHOOPS!!! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED??? KLAUS WAS RIGHT.

God it just reminds me of that powerpoint slide thingy about Klaus’ plans always being the best plans but no one listens and then people die and they blame Klaus

Found it.

(and this is rlly old by the way too so YEAH IT’S STILL RELEVANT THAT’S SAD)

Not only that but Klaus had just lost Cami too and I can only imagine how much her death destroyed him and opened his eyes too like has anyone else noticed how much more...light is always in him, like in everything he does? He values people more and relationships&stuff and I was watching the first few eps on DVD of S1 the other day and in one of their convos Cami said; “I don’t believe in evil as a diagnosis [...] you have unstable personal relationships, anger issues, stress related paranoia, fear of abandonment...” and just- it makes me think Klaus was trying to spare Marcel from losing his daughter to the Mikaelson feud (again) and his little brother who he just got back and had to watch die TWICE the pain of losing someone so purely precious to him the same way he lost Cami.

And then yanno Klaus is sitting by Hope’s crib and he just looks at Freya and basically says “bitch you didn’t listen df are you talking about there’s not shit to celebrate this is a failure with a capital Fuckyoujustdividedourfamilymorethanit’severbeen.”

AND JUST SO YOU KNOW FREYA IS (WAS?) LIKE MY MOST FAV MIKAELSON BESIDES KOL AT THAT POINT I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’D STRAIGHT UP MURDER DAVINA IN SUCH A HORRIBLE WAY LIKE YOU WERE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER AND SHE WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHE WAS JUST A CHILD OKAY WHEN SHE SCREAMED FOR MARCEL AND THEN ELIJAH HELPED FREYA BY SNAPPING HIS NECK I WANTED TO SET MY TV ON FIRE

SO the fact that she’s dead at all is a major problem for me but then like ????? Marcel ???? WHY did you get SO ANGRY at Klaus like it was his fault she died???? KLAUS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL MARCEL YOU TOLD FREYA+ELIJAH NOT TO KILL HER?????????????? It WASN’T KLAUS’ FAULT DAVINA DIED and EVERYTHING MARCEL DID IN THE FACE OF HER DEATH TOWARD KLAUS WAS EXTREMELY UNCALLED FOR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU TIE IT BACK INTO THE EVENTS OF 4x01

Honestly Marcel’s always been a back-and-forth character for me; he can get SO DOUCHEY sometimes and it just always seems like he’s always fighting the war just for power, as opposed to the Mikaelsons who fight for their family’s safety and protection (since I noticed they really don’t start shit until someone threatens them tbqh) and even with Davina it’s like...I don’t know, s1 Marcel was ok (I guess? but even Klaus saw the bs with how Marcel was treating her kinda) but even after she came back he’s just always trying to keep her contained or out of the loop like when he helped shunned her from being regent.....I can see he did it for her by trying to protect her but on the other hand it’s like...do you not even see how much you just destroyed her spirit? It’s like Jeremy Gilbert all over again like, whiny teenage character only sucks when treated like a child but the second you clue them in they turn into super warrior badasses. And do not even get me started on the Strix and how Davina handled that. YES BREAKING KLAUS’ SIRELINE WAS BAD VERY BAD I UNDERSTAND BUT Marcel didn’t even try to discuss anything with her, or explain, or LEVEL WITH HER in a way she’d understand he just directly undermined her after promising to back her up and just I don’t understand the writers sometimes I really don’t.

Also based on 4x08 while the ending implied more Davina I don’t get why she was demonized, so obsessed with killing Klaus (again, why, writers?) especially because I don’t believe she’d just fucking kILL HIM when she has to know how much he means to Hope, and then have Hope shove her back into the Ancestral Plane and basically shoot down any HopexDavina friendship that could ever happen should Davina ever be resurrected.

ALSO ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS KOL WE WERE PROMISED KOL AS A MAIN CAST MEMBER FOR SEASON 4 WHAT HAPPENED I MISS NATHANIEL BUZOLIC GDI I WANT HIM AND BEKAH SCENES THEY’RE CUTE AND I WANT BEKAH X HOPE + KOL X HOPE SCENES SIGH

P.S: I do not hate any of these characters or their relationships I just don’t understand the fluency in events at moments and I love the show it’s my most favorite show and it’s such an epicly divine story of grey-and-gray morality I love all the Mikaelsons (esp Hope AWW) and all the others this isn’t a hate post kthnx.

[prcsopa]

Jefferson x Emma , Kol x Not having died ... twice, Elijah x Jenna, Manfred x Creek, Rio x Beth, Wolfgang x Kala ( also I'm not sure if you are aware but Sebastian is tagged in the female category of your muses ) , Hope Mikealson x Happiness.

jefferson & emma - UGH mad swan is my lifeblood like these two had such amazing chemistry i cry when i think about them  

kol & being alive - in this house we don’t acknowledge kol mikaelson dying at any point so

elijah & jenna - idk if it’s daniel gillies , but everyone elijah spoke to i was like ‘whoops i ship it’ so yes what an interesting dynamic this was jfc

manfred & creek - i liked their dynamic in the beginning SO much , then the writing of the whole show got so weird ?? but yessss i definitely ship them

rio & beth - UGH YES PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD 

wolfgang & kala - W O L F K A L A is my lifeblood i’m , god i miss this show so much

hope & happiness tbh it’s the only thing that hope deserves , this poor girl has gone through so much , everyone needs to give her a break 

@mypaperkingdom wanted to play would you ship this ?

[fanficimagery]

Finding a Mate

#396 "You can't just hug me and think everything's okay."

Summary: When Hope moves to Forks with her aunts Freya and Keelin, and gets enrolled in public school, the last thing she expected was to find a coven of vegetarian vampires and a mate. Then again she was a Mikaelson and was used to dealing with crazy.

Author's Note: Only Jasper and Alice are mates. Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward are all unattached, but Rose and Edward have their own thing going on with one another.

With Keelin back in the States for good and Hope mentioning she wasn't content at the boarding school anymore, Freya decided it was time for a change. Hope had wanted to be far away from anything that reminded her of her parents or uncle Elijah, and Freya had randomly chosen Forks, Washington. The town was small, but had all the necessities for every day living, and her niece and wife had readily agreed after Keelin found out the local hospital was hiring.

Keelin wasn't promised a spot after submitting her résumé via email when she had called to inquire about the job, but the girls moved there anyway. Freya had found them the perfect two story, three bedroom house with enough attic space for her witchy supplies, and they packed up what they wanted from the abattoir before closing the Mikaelson home down until either Rebekah or Kol went back.

Now in Forks, Hope happily settles in and quickly finds the smallest bakery she's ever seen that also sells coffee and tea. She finds they make an excellent cup of peppermint tea and vows to herself that this will be her new to-go spot before school.

Keelin gets called in for an interview at the hospital, and Freya and Hope tag along in hopes of getting a feel for the locals while they wait at the hospital. It's there, nearly forty minutes later, that Freya realizes they're not the only supernatural beings in town. Keelin walks out of an office with a sheepish smile, she then quickly beckoning Freya and Hope to her. They enter the office and Keelin nervously introduces them to her new boss Doctor Carlisle Cullen- Doctor Cullen with the golden eyes and pale flawless skin that doesn't hold an ounce of body heat.

Introductions are quickly made, Freya immediately pegs Doctor Cullen as a vampire during their handshake, and Hope watches on in amusement as the adults go back and forth. He's surprised when Freya outs herself as a witch and Keelin a werewolf not even a minute afterwards, and Hope merely shrugs when his golden eyes land on her.

As they speak, it's obvious Doctor Cullen is wary of other supernatural beings. Freya and Keelin pick up on it and they promise that they aren't there to cause trouble; they really just want a fresh start after they'd lost several members of their family. They are used to keeping the supernatural a secret so Doctor Cullen has nothing to worry about, and after that it seems like the vampire can breathe a little easier. It's also during this meeting that Hope finds out Doctor Cullen has children attending the same school she's going to be attending, and to not be too offended if they don't automatically seek her out because they're used to being on their own. Hope laughs it off, telling him it's okay since she's usually a loner herself.

And since the three newcomers know about him and his family, Doctor Cullen asks if it's okay for him to tell his family about them. Freya, Keelin, and Hope agree that it's only fair.

After having collected her schedule and a map of the school over the weekend from the Principal and his secretary themselves, and having been taken on a tour to locate her classes, Hope feels comfortable enough showing up Monday morning. So with her peppermint tea in hand and backpack strapped to her back, Hope exits Keelin's vehicle with a smile.

"Bye! I love you. Make good choices!" The dark skinned, dark haired werewolf muses.

Hope quickly slams the door, but Keelin rolls down the passenger window. Laughing and disregarding every stare, Hope shakes her head in amusement. "Thanks for that."

"You're welcome. You going to need a ride after school? I won't be out until five."

"Yes. Hopefully there'll be something to keep me occupied until then."

Keelin coos. "Aw. Look at you all grown up." Hope rolls her eyes and sips her tea to hide her smile. "Enjoy your last year, kid. Public school is a lot different than that boarding school of yours, so-"

"You forget we did nearly a month of public school for that.. exchange program Alaric put us through. I'll be fine, Keelin. Don't worry."

"Mhmm. Well if anything changes, text me or Freya. We'll come get you."

"Sure."

The window rolls back up as Keelin pulls away and Hope watches her drive off. She finally takes notice of the stares a moment later and plasters on a smile that she knows probably looks like a grimace. But not caring what anyone has to say, she turns on her heel and marches off towards the front office to retrieve the slip Ms. Cope told her she'd need every teacher of hers to sign before turning it in at the end of the day.

Kids come up to her left and right, and she tries her hardest to come off as friendly. But being who and what she is, it's easy for her to suss out just who is being real with her and who isn't.

Angela Weber is an immediate favorite of hers- the girl being mellow and just the right amount of curious about where she moved from and why. She likes Tyler Crowley and Mike Newton just fine, even though their flirtatious behavior is rather grating, but they're real personalities are on display for her to see upfront. Eric Yorkie is annoying, but tolerable, and Jessica Stanley could be a decent girl if she didn't try to compliment someone and then degrade them all in one breath. But Lauren Mallory? Lauren is a hard no. Hope does not like the mean spirited teen and the teen in question is why she doesn't sit with the apparent group of friends when at lunch when Tyler loudly beckons her to join them.

Instead Hope finds an empty table and sits, she hesitantly pushing around the food on her tray. If there was one thing she missed from the Salvatore Boarding School, it was their personal cook. Public school lunch food was, in one word, disgusting.

Several tables down, the Cullen and Hale teenagers push around the human food on their trays and make it seem as if they're eating. Alice has happily tucked herself under her mate Jasper's arm while Edward and Rosalie sit a little too close to one another, murmuring and just enjoying the close proximity. Emmett, the only unattached of the bunch, sits backwards in his chair while covertly watching the room.

"New girl, ten o'clock," he says. Edward and Rosalie chance a look her way since they're all ready facing that direction, but Jasper and Alice have to rely on everyone else's input. "Think she's special like those aunts of hers?"

Rosalie's golden eyes dart towards Hope and then away. With a shrug, she says, "She's cute. Figured she'd be sitting with the popular kids by now."

Jasper shakes his head, his blonde curls slightly tossing. "I've been watchin' her when I can. She's all smiles 'n giggles, but when whoever she's talkin' to walks away, her expression falls."

"Maybe she's tired of being hit on," Emmett muses, lips quirking at the corners. "Crowley and Newton have all ready laid claim, but they don't appear to be getting anywhere."

"Edward?" Alice suddenly chimes in. "What's wrong?" She was the only one to notice his creased brow and frown as he stared at Hope Mikaelson.

"I can't hear her."

And that- that causes his siblings to tense and really take notice of the new girl.

"What did Carlisle say her aunts were again?" Rosalie asks, frowning.

"A witch and a werewolf," Edward answers. "But he never got an answer on what Hope was."

"Well there's no time like the present." Emmett moves to stand and Rosalie's hand snaps out, wrapping around his wrist.

"Don't," she hisses.

"Chill, Rosie. Carlisle said it was okay to talk to her. In fact, he and Esme encouraged it."

"You don't show interest often," Jasper muses. "What's so different now, brother?"

Emmett's grin falters. "Call it boredom."

"Or call it what it really is," Edward says, slowly smiling and laying an arm on the back of Rosalie's chair to help soothe her. "You think she's pretty."

"Ohh. He thinks she's more than a little pretty," Jasper smirks. "I can feel just how pretty he thinks Hope Mikaelson is."

Alice giggles and the rest try their best to smother their smiles. Emmett glowers, but a smile of his own slowly breaks out. He chuckles. "Here goes nothing." The entire cafeteria seems to go quiet as they watch the largest Cullen leave his family and head for the new girl. She doesn't look up, so Emmett pulls out a chair directly across from the girl and turns it around before plopping himself down. "Hope Mikaelson," he muses.

She glances up then, her eyes narrowing before a small huff of laughter escapes her. "You're one of Doctor Cullen's kids."

"Emmett," he smirks. "The others were too intimidated to approach you." Hope follows his pointed gesture before smiling and waving at the other vegetarian vampires.

"I hardly doubt that. I'm not even that scary."

"Says the new girl who we've no idea what she's capable of."

Hope's gaze darts back to Emmett, her shoulders losing some of their tension as she grins at him. "A girl's got to have some secrets."

"Yeah." His gaze scrutinizes her and Hope challenges his stare, popping a carrot stick into her mouth while not breaking eye contact. "Speaking of secrets, did your aunt do some magic hoodoo stuff to your head? Edward can't read your thoughts." That causes her to blink and Emmett suddenly whoops. The cafeteria falls silent and Hope groans, trying to sink into her chair as every astonished gaze falls on her table. "I win."

"Jesus. Okay. You win. Lower your voice," she grumbles. Emmett hunches in his seat and Hope suddenly starts twisting a ring on her right index finger. "So Edward.. reads minds?" She glances at Emmett's family's table and sees the bronze-haired individual nod. "Just surface or.."

"He can only read what's on the surface. My siblings and I just usually mentally sing a song or mentally scream if we wanna keep him out."

"Oh." She twists her ring some more. Sighing softly, she says, "The last thing I want is you or your family uncomfortable with me and my family's presence." She slips off the ring, nods at Edward, and then faces Emmett to ask, "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you move?"

Hope slightly tenses and fidgets in her seat. "New Orleans holds a lot of.. terrible memories." Her mom's death flashes in her mind and she gulps, knowing Edward saw it. "Both my parents and uncle Elijah sacrificed themselves there. And Mystic Falls, where I attended Boarding School, is where I was constantly fighting for my life against a monster every other week. I grew tired of it."

"Do you come in peace?" Emmett's lips twitch and Hope rolls her eyes.

Chuckling, she says, "Yes. I honestly just want to finish my first and last year of public high school. And make some friends. I had trouble with making friends growing up because of who my family is."

"And just who is your family?" Emmett wonders.

"The Mikaelson's. I'll.. I have a book on my family's legacy. I'll let you borrow it as soon as I find it, but I'm warning you right now. Their past is.. bloody."

"You just keep getting more interesting the longer we talk."

"Says the vampire."

Emmett smiles, but before he can get out his last question Hope is slipping her ring back on to shield her mind once more. The bell rings, startling Hope and signalling the end to the lunch period. As Hope stands to collect her tray, he asks, "What are you?"

That gives Hope pause and she blinks in surprise at Emmett. She slowly grins. "One of a kind. Literally."

"Don't tell me you're a unicorn." He laughs, but then quickly sobers when he sees Hope's expression of distaste.

"God no. Unicorns are pretty, but they're devious." She shivers and her expression suddenly appears far away. "Gross mind controlling slugs. Never again."

"..what!"

Hope refocuses on Emmett, she sheepishly laughing. "Yeaahhhh. See you around." And then she quickly takes her leave.

The rest of Emmett's family joins him as Hope disappears. "She was telling the truth," Edward says. "Every answer she gave was accompanied by a visual representation. She witnessed her mother's death."

"So a ring kept you out of her mind?" Rosalie then muses after the awkward tension of mentioning Hope's mother's death vanishes. "I might have to ask her for one of those."

Edward grins, but Emmett is still gobsmacked by what Hope last said. "Unicorns are real? You think she was telling the truth about that?"

Alice giggles and Jasper grabs his mate's hand to escort her to her next class. "Probably. She slipped that ring of hers back on and blinded Edward again."

"Damn."

"Don't worry." Alice smiles knowingly. "I get glimpses here and there of her. Hope will be sticking around."

"Oh?" Edward, Alice, Jasper, and Rosalie all grin. Emmett's eyes then narrow. "What do you know?"

"The same thing you do if you'd just open your eyes a little wider, brother." And with Jasper's parting words, the rest of their family follow him and Alice out.

A moment passes and then Emmett sighs. "What does that even mean?"

The next few days sees Hope avoiding questions her nosy peers have for her after Emmett Cullen so brazenly approached her at lunch, especially since he continues to do so days after. The only human Hope had found a moment of solace with was Angela, but even then the Cullen and Hale clan could see that Hope was still keeping her distance.

Her second week of school, however, finds Hope watching her aunts staring out the front window of their home in amusement one morning.

"What are you guys looking at?"

Keelin glances over her shoulder, grinning. "You didn't tell us you befriended Doctor Cullen's children."

Hope shrugs. "Well yeah. They're intrigued by the girl their mind reading brother can't read."

"Mhmm. So intrigued that they sent one of their own to give you a ride to school?" Freya wonders.

"..what?" Hope scurries to the window to see what her aunts are staring at and finds Emmett standing near the hood of a large jeep that's parked outside their home. "I'm gonna give him a brain aneurysm," she grumbles. "What is he playing at?" As Hope stomps off towards the front door, her aunts are quick to follow.

"He's cute," Keelin teases. "What's his name?"

Her hand freezes just before she can grab the door handle. "Freya? Please tell me you have a privacy spell up around the house and the vampire outside didn't just hear your wife call him cute?" Their silence is very telling and Hope chuckles through a groan. Finally opening the door, a beaming Emmett is standing there with a to-go cup of something steaming.

"Peppermint tea. Your apparent favorite." Keelin and Freya don't bother hiding their coos. "And a brain aneurysm? Really? That's kind of harsh, Hope. I've been nothing but nice."

Hope gives him a deadpan stare before taking the tea, she then making quick introductions. "Freya and Keelin, meet Emmett. Emmett, my aunt Freya and her wife Keelin."

"Hey." Emmett beams, a dimple in his right cheek forming. "Do either of you care to fill me in on what Hope is? She's not playing fair."

"She hasn't told you?" Freya asks.

"No. And Edward can't read her mind as long as her ring stays on."

Hope glances at her aunts. "What? It's not my fault they're terrible at guessing."

"But I bet you're not playing fair either." Keelin nudges her niece. Then looking at Emmett, she tells him, "You've probably all ready guessed what Hope is, but you're looking at her as if she's only one species. She's not."

"Wait, what?"

Hope sighs and then grumbles. "I'm a tribrid." Emmett gapes at her. "I told you I was one of a kind. Now come on, lets get to school so you can tell the others."

And after that fateful day, it becomes a regular occurrence that Emmett picks up and drops off Hope before and after school. Freya and Keelin can't help but adore the large vampire, and even Hope eventually gives in to his bashful smiles and playful behavior. Everyone at school is surprised to see the largest of the Cullen/Hale siblings behave so carefree, and even Emmett's family seem a bit surprised at his behavior, but in a good way.

Hope then becomes so used to Emmett's towering presence that when it comes time to give him her family's legacy book so he can know her history, she makes herself sick with anxiety. Her aunts do their best to soothe her worry, but she doesn't quite calm down until Emmett suddenly appears at her bedroom window one night.

Slowly opening the window after he gently knocks on the glass pane, Hope steps back on sits on the edge of her bed. Emmett enters her room, sitting on the sill.

"That was.. wow. Your family are the Firsts."

Hope nods, avoiding his gaze and twiddling her thumbs in her lap. "Only Rebekah, Kol, and Freya remain."

"That was a lot to take in. Jasper's re-reading it." Hope flinches and Emmett moves to stand before her, he then crouching and settling his hands on her knees. "Hey. Hey," he says again, reaching up to make her look at him. "Your family's past is crazy, but it's their past. Their past does not define you. We all still think very highly of you and are still looking forward to the day you grace us with what your tribrid qualities are."

Hope huffs a laugh. "I'm a witch, werewolf, and vampire," she finally tells him after a week of the Cullen and his siblings trying to guess the right combination.

"No shit? I can't believe we never guessed it."

"Well after I mentioned the unicorn your imaginations took over and started throwing out every other mythical creature that you think is real too."

"They're not?"

Hope grins at his pout and flicks his ear. "Maybe. Maybe not. One can't be too sure unless you've seen it with your own two eyes."

"At least tell me dragons are real?" She then laughs at his hopeful expression, shoving his shoulder and then huffing when he doesn't even budge. Stupid Cold One strength. "There's the smile I was hoping for."

Since Emmett's started talking to her, he's thrown in a few flirty remarks here and there. Hope's grown to expect it from him, but what she hasn't grown used to yet is the way her heart skips a beat and the way she warms all over when he genuinely smiles at her. And given his senses, she knows that he knows exactly what his proximity and words do to her.

"So what are you doing here?" She finally asks. "Did you come all the way here just to soothe my worries?"

"Yes and no." Emmett finally backs off and takes a seat next to her on the bed. "Esme's been anxious to finally meet you. We talk about you a lot and Carlisle talks a lot about how good your aunt Keelin is at her job. She's a bit miffed she's the only one who hasn't met you or your aunts."

"Oh. Well we, um, can go right now if that's okay with you?"

"Yes."

Emmett immediately stands and sits halfway in, halfway out of her window, and Hope slides off her bed to make her way towards the bedroom door. Calling out, she yells, "I'm going out with Emmett!"

"WHAT?!"

Emmett snorts and Hope's eyes widen when she realizes what she's just said. "Heading out! I'm heading out with Emmett!"

They can hear Keelin cackling from somewhere downstairs.

"Okay!" Freya then calls back up. "Don't stay out too late."

Blushing, Hope then makes her way towards a smirking Emmett.

"No shoes?"

She shakes her head. "No. I'm assuming you ran here and we're running back, so I'll just have you drop me off halfway and I can shift."

"Awesome. Climb on my back and hold on."

Since Hope's window was situated over the side walkway overhang, Emmett crouches near the ledge and waits for Hope to join him. She climbs onto his back with a small laugh a moment later, and after a brief warning Emmett jumps. His hands grip around the backs of her thighs and her arms are wrapped around his neck. She grunts when he lands, but then she's laughing as he runs.

The world is blurring by her, but not as fast as she expected since her senses can keep up with vampire speed, and she relishes the feel of the air whooshing passed her. But all too soon, he's stopping and letting her down gently.

"All right, Mikaelson, lets see what you got."

"Yeah, yeah." Hope shifts nervously before lowering herself to the ground on her hands and knees. "Have a blanket ready for me when we get there. Clothes tend to disappear through the transformation and I'd hate to scar anyone with my nudity."

He waggles his eyebrows. "You're going to be naked?"

"Don't make it weird." Emmett's laugh booms and he startles several woodland creatures. He's still laughing when Hope says, "And whatever happens next, just let it take it's course. I've been through the transformation before. I know how much pain I can endure."

His laughter immediately ceases. "What?"

Instead of answering, the first of many bones in Hope's body cracks to rearrange itself for her new form. And if Emmett had any color in his features, the color would have drained at Hope's grunts and cries of pain, her bones snapping and bending at unnatural angles.

At one point he calls her name and he takes a step back when Hope throws her head back, her eyes blazing yellow. She cries out and her back arches with a snap, and Emmett watches in awe as an abnormally large gray wolf takes the place where Hope just was.

The wolf blinks and shakes her fur out as Emmett slowly crouches. "Hope?" He gulps. The wolf nods, her tail swaying from side to side. Slowly but surely, Emmett then smirks. "Hell yes. Race to you my house?"

The wolf barks and takes off after Emmett, she letting him stay ahead of her since she didn't actually know where the Cullen's lived.

Edward and Rosalie were the only two who hadn't seen Hope's wolf form since they were out the night she showed up to their house, but with Edward's mind reading abilities he was able to see everything from his family's point of view. Rosalie didn't care to see a werewolf, instead she was rather more intrigued by the magic side of Hope and Freya's lives.

As the weeks then slowly progress, it becomes the norm for Hope to spend time at the Cullen household. Keelin's been picking up a lot of hours at the hospital, and Freya's busy getting paperwork together and what not for the opening of her very own shop that she plans to sell home remedies at.

So, of course, Hope's at the Cullen house when things go to hell.

Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are wrestling- Emmett and Jasper wearing leather cuff bracelets to protect their minds from Edward's mental probing- while Rosalie and Alice toss out some friendly taunts. It was finally a fair fight and the brothers were ecstatic to test them out.

Hope's standing with Esme since Carlisle's currently at the hospital, and the two keep their distance as the boys get rowdier and rowdier. Suddenly Alice goes still, Edward's mind is no longer on the fight, and he stares in horror at Hope. The others quickly catch on, but before Alice can come out of her vision.. whatever it was comes to fruition.

"Hope!" Edward manages to shout before Esme is thrown from the girl's side by some unseen force.

Hope gasps just as Jasper catches their mother and before she can utter a single word, a stick or stake or something is forcefully embedding itself in her throat. She immediately gurgles on blood and falls on her butt, her eyes flooding with tears from the pain as she attempts to pull the wooden stake out. There's an almighty roar that sends a shiver up and down her spine, and through her tears she sees an enraged Emmett pounding against an invisible barrier of sorts. In fact, the entire Cullen family is pounding against an invisible barrier, Emmett's black eyes focused on her.

Hope whimpers and shakily raises one bloodied hand, she trying to concentrate and release the vampires. Before she can focus enough energy to fuel her spell, she's slammed on her back and arms magically pinned to the ground, two more stakes embedding themselves in her wrists. She cries out, struggling, but it's no use.

A woman is suddenly looming over Hope, which only prompts the young tribrid to struggle some more. The woman tuts, waggling a finger at her. "Don't, child. You'll only bleed out faster."

"W-Why?"

"What was that?" The woman crouches and pulls the stake out of Hope's throat, Hope then screaming out in pain. There's another roar and the woman crouching over Hope grins. "Well he's pissed. You really have the big one wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

Hope chances a look in Emmett's direction, her heart beating faster at the sight of other individuals surrounding the family. Their hands are held out at the sides and flames erupt around the Cullen's. "No."

The woman next to Hope shrugs, still glancing over her shoulder. "They're abominations. It's a shame really. The tiny one is kind of cute."

Alice hisses, as does Rosalie, but the family has stopped pounding and instead moved closer to one another and way from the flames. Hope sniffles. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because they made you happy." The woman then glances back down at Hope, her gaze hardening. "And no Mikaelson deserves the chance at happiness. Not after what your father did."

"My father is dead!" Hope grits out. "He had changed. It wasn't his fault you witches kept coming after his family. He only did what he had to do to protect us."

"Yes, well now we intend to end it once and for all. You're a threat to our way of life."

"Screw your way of life."

"Hope!" She glances towards the Cullen's once more, catching Alice's gaze. "You can do it. Concentrate."

Hope doesn't know what she's supposed to concentrate on, and all she knows is that she's hurt and royally pissed off. Her eyes slip shut and she focuses on breathing.

How dare these witches come after her and the Cullen's when they've done nothing wrong. How dare they call the vampires abominations when witches themselves were an anomaly and not what nature intended either. How dare they think that she, Hope Mikaelson, could be taken down so easily.

Eyes snapping open, Hope momentarily relishes in the gasp that leaves the witch's mouth. She knows her eyes are blazing yellow and she meets the gaze of the shocked witch. "Patere." The witch hovering over her is forcefully thrown away, and with a grunt Hope pulls on her wrists and dislodges the stakes from the ground. She quickly pulls them out, letting the wounds heal as she climbs to her feet.

Hope carefully makes her way towards the Cullen's where the witches are still chanting, she stopping and holding her own hands aloft at her side. Breathing deeply, she concentrates on every witch trying to harm her friends, and then jerks her wrist. There are audible snaps before the witches collapse.

"Adiuuatur." The flames dissolve, and then with a wave her hand the barrier vanishes. Emmett is immediately at her side against Edward and Jasper's warning, but he's gentle with her as he checks her neck and wrists. "It's fine. They healed as soon as the stakes were removed."

The rest of his family gather around and it's Jasper who voices what's on everyone's mind. "Your blood doesn't- it's not tempting us."

"Well I should hope not," Hope muses and then grunts when Emmett suddenly engulfs her in his arms. "I'm a hybrid. Vampire or werewolf blood should not be appetizing to you."

"Huh. Well that's good to know."

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Esme suddenly muses. "What they did was unbelievably violent."

Hope winces, she patting Emmett's sides so he'd let up. He does, but she ends up being tucked under his arm and against his side. She sighs. "I'm good, Esme. Doing magic under duress is just tiresome." The motherly vampire nods along in sympathy. "And I'm sorry about the mess. I don't usually.. kill, but they threatened you and your family. I couldn't let it slide. Where there's one wave, there's bound to be another."

The Cullen's glance around at the dead witches, some glaring that they'd gotten the drop on them and others shrugging as if it were no big deal.

"I'm sorry to have put you on their radar, but I need to speak with Freya. Just for being associated with us, our enemies have now become your enemies." Hope's shoulders droop and she hastily wipes the tears from her eyes. "I should just- I should go. I never should have gotten so comfortable here."

Emmett growls and holds tight as Hope tries to leave. Edward and Jasper both glance at him, realization dawning in their expressions several moments later as Hope frowns up at Emmett who can't quite meet her gaze.

"She's your mate. Isn't she?" Jasper says.

Hope gives Jasper a double take, her eyes narrowing as Edward slowly smirks. She then looks up at Emmett who appears momentarily panicked, his expression then smoothing out into something far too pleased at the knowledge. "Excuse me?"

"How did I not realize this sooner?" Emmett then gently cradles Hope's face in his hands, he staring down at her in awe. Her mouth opens to reply, but then Emmett's hugging her again and her face is pressed into his chest.

Turning so it's her cheek pressed against his solid frame instead of her face and nose, Hope sighs and rolls her eyes. "You can't just hug me and think everything's okay." The rest of his family adopt wary expressions and Hope huffs a laugh as she wraps her arms loosely around his waist. "We're so going to have to talk about this. Later though. I really need to talk to Freya and you guys have bodies to bury.. or burn. Whatever is good with you."

Rosalie breaks the awkward atmosphere by groaning, she then stomping over to the first body. "You owe me, Mikaelson. I wanna be the first to test out the sunlight ring if Freya ever figures out how to make it work for our kind."

"Deal." The squeezing Emmett, she asks, "Can you run me back home?"

"As if you even had to ask."

Emmett's quick to scoop Hope up in his arms, he then vanishing from sight within the blink of an eye.

"How did we not pick up on that sooner?" Jasper suddenly muses. "They've been practically joined at the hip since her first day here."

"I don't care." Alice beams, giggling as she skips over to pick up a dead witch. "I'm just happy to finally have another sister!"

Rosalie huffs. "At least we like this one. That one human who keeps staring at Edward is getting on my last nerve."

"You're just jealous because it's Edward she's set her sights on and the two of you have that weird thing going on," Jasper muses. "Just get married all ready."

Rosalie glares at her twin, she then grumbling as she picks up another body. Edward sighs, punching his brother in the arm. "Thanks for that. She's going to take her anger out on me now."

Jasper waggles his eyebrows. "You're welcome."

     - X - X - X -

Emmett drops off Hope in her back yard, she then running up to the door and throwing it open. Freya startles, but taking in her bloodied niece and the simmering anger practically wafting off of Emmett puts her on alert. Not even their joined hands is enough to distract her. "What happened?"

"Witches."

"Dead witches," Emmett then grumbles.

Hope slowly exhales. Then looking up at Emmett, she squeezes his hand. "Hey. Go hunt," she tells him. "Take some time to calm down while I fill in Freya."

"But-"

"No buts." He frowns, but gives her a terse nod. Bending down he quickly presses a chaste kiss to her forehead and then disappears. Hope grins.

"That's new."

"Tell me about it. Apparently Cold Ones have mates and I'm his. We only just figured it out." Freya's oddly quiet, but when Hope glances at her aunt she sees that her aunt is fighting off a smile. "Don't. Me and him are going to talk about it later. Right now we have a bigger problem."

Slowly Freya collects herself, she then putting away the herbs she's been sorting on the table. "Right. Tell me everything."

     - X - X - X -

Keelin had been given the rest of the day off after Carlisle had been filled in on what was going on, and Hope filled her aunts in on everything. They were a little worried about witches still targeting them after a year of peace, but they promised Hope not to worry about it and that they'd contact Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, and Davina to look into what was going on now.

Hope was still feeling a little wary, but Freya sent her up to shower the blood off and change. She did and then when she went back downstairs she figured she'd find her aunts still discussing the problem at hand. Instead they're discussing Hope.. and her apparent future with Emmett.

"So," Keelin grins from her seat at the table, stirring her hot chocolate, "Emmett, huh? Nice."

"Nope. No. We're not talking about this," she nervously laughs. Hope pulls open the fridge and pulls out a container of apple juice. Pouring herself a glass, she waves off both her aunt's knowing gazes. "Emmett will be stopping by in a bit. We're gonna talk and only talk. I might go on a run afterward so don't freak if my room is empty."

"Sure. Keep the door open!" Freya calls after her.

Choking on her juice, Hope glares over her shoulder at her giggling aunts.

Upstairs in her room, Hope shuts the door and then shoots off a quick text to Emmett. As she waits for him, she finds a stick of sage and lights it, blowing out the flame and smiling as the plumes of smoke waft upward. Sipping her juice she then sets it down in a bowl and turns around, a yelp escaping her mouth at the sight of Emmett casually leaning against the headboard of her bed.

"Dammit, Emmett. I'm gonna spell our yard to alert us when you're lurking if you don't start making noises." She glances down at the floor and then her shirt, making sure she didn't spill her drink. "Oh good. No spillage."

"So what's the verdict? Do I get to defend my mate's honor? And what's with the smoke?"

"No fighting. Yet," she says, making her way towards the bed and gingerly sitting next to him. "And the burning sage is for a privacy spell. Freya and Keelin are a little too invested in our new relationship status, and I have to ruin their fun somehow."

"Killjoy." Hope chuckles and settles against her own headboard, she sipping her juice one last time before setting the glass aside. Settling in, she faces Emmett and he grins. "So it's like this, huh? No weirdness? No crying? No denial?"

"Do you want me to reject you, Em?" She muses. "Playing hard to get seems exhausting. I rather just-" Her words are cut off as Emmett leans in, his lips capturing hers. She laughs against his mouth, trying to properly return his kiss, but not being able to do so as her laughter gets the best of her.

"Seriously?" Emmett pouts.

"I'm sorry." Hope giggles some more, biting the bottom corner of her lip. "You just.. surprised me with your enthusiasm."

If Emmett could blush, there was no doubt he'd be doing so now. "My bad. I've just been wanting to do that for a while."

"Yeah?" Hope's eyes sparkle as she smiles. "Well in that case.." She leans in, stopping just shy of pressing her lips to his. "Then you can wait just a little while longer." Emmett groans. "I need to run and burn off some energy. Run with me?"

"As if you even had to ask."

[bonniebird]

Control

Klaus x Reader

Summery: Klaus descoveres a terrified girl covered in blood with no memories beyond two names. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Theo Raeken

Part Two

Peace. The rare treasure that Klaus had come to adore in the resent months. But the spell of silence of all but the crickets and the soft muttering of the family in the house behind him was broken by shark gasps for air in the distance.

 He walked the length of the porch, frowning when the noise was joined by snapping of twigs and the stinging sound of branches and thorns pulling at skin. Elijah’s concerned words fell on deaf ears when Klaus stumbled forwards, as if he was tied to the end of a long line of string that was quickly dragging him towards whatever was in such distress it made panic rise through his body.

His feet stopped as a girl emerged from the trees and looked at him in utter terror, blood dripping from her hands, her arms and legs covered in flaking blood while trickles from the branches and thorns ran down to pool at the bottom of her soaking dress, blood and mud mixing to a thick paste over her bare feet.

 Rather than become irritated or worried that the girl had lured him from his home or question the situation in its entirety, he simply reached out to the girl as gently he would Hope and lifted her into his arms, whispering soothingly as he carried you back towards the house.

   “I don’t understand what’s wrong with him.” Rebekah sighed as Elijah joined her and Kol watching the oddity that was their brother watching over the mysterious girl.

 “There’s something about her, it’s strongest with Klaus but I can feel it too.” Hayley muttered making everyone frown at her. “It must be an effect on the wolves and how ever she’s managing it she’s subduing him.”

 “You mean this girl who appeared out of nowhere covered head to toe in so much blood she may well have murdered thousands has my brother under her control?” Elijah asked and Hayley shot him an apologetic look.

 “I have no idea.” She admitted and went to find Hope while the Mikaelsons’ watched their brother gently stroke the girl’s hair.

   “You are awake, I was worried you would not.” Klaus smiled softly when the girl looked at him and frowned, looking around as if she was beyond terrified.

 “I have to go home.” You told him but he frowned, growling at the thought.

 “You cannot leave, you have just gotten here.” He scoffed at the idea and sat on the bed next to you.

 “He will come for me.” You whispered as he gently took your hand as the sound of you talking drew in the taller vampire.

 “Who, may I ask, will be coming?” He asked suspiciously.

 “Theo Raeken is coming for me.” You whispered.

 “Why, he can’t take you, I found you which makes you mine.” Klaus growled as he stroked your hair making Elijah note the way you seemed used to such outbursts.

 “I don’t remember.” You mumbled and pulled your knees to your chin, your eyes growing wide when you realised you were still covered in blood.

 “You don’t remember?” Elijah asked carefully, noticing Rebekah had gone to find some clothes for you and had shooed Kol away.

 “I was scared and then I don’t remember something for so long but then I was running and… and then he was there.” You pointed at Klaus who smiled as if he was rather pleased with himself.

 “Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” Rebekah offered kindly. “Don’t worry nick I won’t take… I’m sorry love I don’t know your name.”

 “I think it’s… (Y/N)?” You sounded unsure and glanced up at her. “I remember someone calling it when I ran.”

 “Well the (Y/N), until we find out what’s happened to you, you’ll be staying with us.” She took your hand and helped you off the bed. “That’s Nik or Klaus, that’s Elijah and I’m Rebekah.”

   “She’s gone.” Theo growled to himself as he tore apart the room he’d been keeping you in.

 “Why’re we here?” He heard the voice of the wolves down the hall, not stopping to pay them any attention as she shattered the glass table that sat in the corner of the room by flinging it against the opposite wall.

 “Theo… people are leaving.” The voice of the wolf who had been with him the longest muttered and flinched a little when Theo growled.

 “You think I don’t know that!” He snarled, glaring at the smaller wolf. “I need her back, I can’t control them without her.”

 “What do you want me to do, I followed her but some guy found her?” He asked the furious boy who growled lowly as he calmed himself.

 “Find me a witch and make sure it’s one who can keep (Y/N) under my spell.” He smiled darkly when the wolf nodded and obeyed.

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