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The Bite That Bound Us

Soulmate!Mikealson brothers x reader (poly)

Summary: One wrong turn into a dark valley and you find yourself turned into a vampire, but wait there's more...

I was barely five feet tall with my fiery red hair that never behaved, a whirlwind of sunshine and curiosity in a world far too big for me, was lost again. A shortcut, you'd called it. One wrong turn down a dark alley which was reeked of damp garbage and worse.

Now, a pair of glowing amber eyes locked onto mine. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could even scream, a blur of elegant violence filled the air and then darkness, cold, an agonizing thirst that gnawed at my very core.

I awoke to a gasp of a different nature. A handsome man with chiseled features and an air of nobility stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and something deeper, something I couldn't decipher.

"What...happened?" My voice was a mere rasp.

"Forgive me," the man said, his voice a smooth baritone. "I lost control. You're..." He trailed off, examining my small frame with a frown.

Panic surged through me. "Am I dead?"

He hesitated. "Not exactly." His eyes met mine again, the amber depths swirling with guilt. "I turned you."

I stared, processing. Vampire. I was a vampire. A sob escaped through my lips before I could stop it. Then, his eyes pierced the void, followed by a face both beautiful and terrifying.

"I'm Elijah Mikaelson, the original vampire", he knelt beside me, a flicker of regret in his ancient gaze. "Forgive me, little one," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress.

Suddenly I felt the thirst again that I didn't understand, just felt the warmth returning, an unnatural hunger replacing the cold. I lunged, fangs ripping through his pristine white sleeve. He didn't flinch, only closed his eyes as I fed from him, a small, desperate creature clinging to his arm.

When I pulled back, sated and confused, his expression was unreadable. "You're different," he stated, his voice tinged with wonder. He took me to the sprawling compound, a haven shrouded in mystery. I was greeted by three pairs of eyes, each holding a universe of emotions. There was Klaus, the hybrid, Kol, the mischievous brother and Finn, the stoic one.

"Elijah," Klaus snarled, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "what is this?" Elijah ignored him, his gaze fixed on me. "She's a… anomaly. A human turned, yet… different."

Suddenly, Finn stepped forward, his voice trembling. He reached out, a single finger brushing my cheek. A gasp escaped his lips. "The prophecy," he whispered, eyes wide.

Kol scoffed. "Finn, don't be ridiculous."

But Finn shook his head, his gaze locked on me. "The soulmate. The one spoken of in mother's grimoire. The one who can break the curse."

A bewildered silence descended. Then, Elijah spoke, his voice soft but firm. "Tell me, little one, what is your name?". I blinked, my newfound senses overwhelming. "(Y/N)," I managed, voice barely a whisper.

Klaus snorted. "Soulmate? Don't be absurd. She's just a runt of a human he sired."

But Elijah knelt before me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you truly our soulmate, (Y/N)?"

I tilted my head, unsure. "Soulmate? What's that?"

Kol, the mischievous one, stepped forward. "Don't you remember, love? The whole of New Orleans knows. The prophecy? The Originals destined to find their mate, a petite firecracker they called her."

My eyes widened. I vaguely remembered my grandmother's stories, whispered tales of an ancient prophecy about a human who would complete the Original vampires. Could it be true?

A flicker of a smile touched Elijah's lips as he knelt before me, his eyes searching mine again. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this," he admitted. "I never meant to hurt you."

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze. The fear was still there, but a spark of something else flickered within me too. "What happens now?"

A tense silence hung in the air as Elijah and his brothers exchanged looks. The prophecy. The guilt. And a flicker of a new beginning, all tied to the fate of a tiny human turned vampire.

Few months later....

The morning sun filtered through the thick drapes, casting a warm glow across the antique four-poster bed. I stirred, snuggling into the embrace behind me. Blinking bright sunshine away, I snuggled deeper into the warmth beside me. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Morning, love," rumbled a sleepy voice right by my ear. It was Klaus, still half-asleep, his hair a mess against the white silk sheets.

I smiled, turning in his arms to face his handsome face. “Morning, Nik.” My nickname for him was a constant battle between affection and pushing boundaries. He hated it, but it always made him smirk. Living with the Mikaelsons was an exercise in perpetual chaos – a chaos I wouldn't trade for anything.

Most mornings started like this – either tangled in Klaus's possessive embrace or waking up tucked against Elijah's comforting chest. Today, however, the familiar warmth was missing. I sat up, stretching my arms, and a wave of loneliness washed over me.

"Elijah?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the vast bedroom. A chuckle drifted in from the balcony. "Always so perceptive, love. Come join me."

I slipped on a silk robe and pushed open the French doors, a cool breeze ruffling my hair. Elijah stood leaning against the railing, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He smiled as I approached.

"Lost sleep?" I asked, taking a sip of his proffered cup.

"Just thinking," he said vaguely, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "About yesterday."

Yesterday was a typical Mikaelson night. A masquerade ball Kol had dragged us all to, filled with pretentious socialites and enough bloodlust in the air to rival a slaughterhouse. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but with Kol by my side, whispering witty remarks and occasionally stealing kisses in dark corners, even masquerades could be fun.

"Was it Marcel again?" I sighed, setting the cup down.

Elijah didn't answer. Marcel Gerard, a vampire they'd turned centuries ago, had become a thorn in our side. He was building power, challenging dominion over New Orleans.

"Don't worry, love," he said, finally looking at me. "We'll handle him." He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was always so gentle, a stark contrast to the fierceness he displayed when protecting his family.

Before we could discuss Marcel further, footsteps approached. Kol sauntered in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Elijah, here you are. And my darling! Ready for breakfast?"

Our mornings usually included a leisurely breakfast with Kol, filled with gossip about the latest society scandals (courtesy of Kol's impeccable ear for eavesdropping), lighthearted teasing, and plenty of laughter.

We’d sit at the grand dining table, me perched on a booster seat (thanks to my perpetually human height), devouring pancakes while he regaled me with stories of his mischievous exploits throughout the centuries. Sometimes, Elijah would join us, his stoic demeanor masking the fondness in his eyes as he listened to Kol’s ramblings.

After breakfast, I spent the day indulging in my favorite pastime – reading. Finn, the quietest among the brothers, shared my love for literature. We curled up on the plush couches in the library, lost in different worlds, surrounded by towering shelves of leather-bound books. He’d read aloud in his soothing voice, his passion for history igniting a similar spark within me. Occasionally, Elijah would join us, his commentary adding another layer to the stories. Their perspectives, spanning centuries, were a treasure trove of knowledge.

Klaus, possessive and protective (sometimes to a suffocating degree), would spend nights dragging me to dimly lit clubs or lavish parties. He’d scowl at anyone who dared glance my way for too long, his hand possessively wrapped around my waist. It was annoying at times, this need to control everything around me, but there was a tenderness in his possessiveness that I couldn't ignore. Sometimes, he’d surprise me with a stolen moment in the garden, capturing my likeness on canvas with surprising skill.

Despite their differences, they all had one thing in common: their fierce protectiveness of me.

Whenever a dark cloud hung over me, Elijah, with his calming presence, would scoop me into his lap, whispering reassurances and pressing gentle kisses to my forehead. He understood my anxieties as a human turned supernatural, my loneliness in a world they’d inhabited for so long.

One afternoon, while browsing a quaint bookstore with Rebecca, I felt a prickling on the back of my neck – a feeling I’d come to associate with danger. Looking back, I saw Marcel, a former protégé turned enemy of the Mikaelsons, flanked by his vampires, his eyes glinting with malice. My blood ran cold. He was here, inside the French Quarter, the supposed haven.

Fear momentarily forgotten, I lunged towards him, a primal urge to protect my family surging through me. Of course, my vampire powers were a mere blip compared to Marcel’s ancient strength. He caught me effortlessly, his grip tightening around my throat. Panic rose, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin.

“Leaving the Mikaelsons pet unattended?” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Before I could respond, a blur of white and blue swept past me. Elijah’s hand clamped around Marcel’s wrist, his face a mask of fury. “Leave her be, Marcel,” he growled.

“Now, Elijah,” Marcel mocked, his hold on me tightening. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown attached to the little rabbit.”

I struggled, kicking my legs and lashing out with my hands, a pathetic display against his superior strength. A surge of pride washed over me when I saw Kol and Finn materialize at Elijah’s side, their faces reflecting a similar fury.

A tense silence stretched between them. Just as Marcel opened his mouth to speak again, Klaus materialized behind him, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. “You dare touch what’s mine?”

Marcel seemed to hesitate for a fraction of a second, a flicker of fear crossing his face. It was enough. With a coordinated attack, the Mikaelsons overpowered Marcel and his goons. It was a brutal ballet of fangs, claws, and super speed. I watched it all unfold from the safe.

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Y/n : crushes happen all the time !

Y/n : I know I've had them for all you guys.

Y/n : Well, except for Klaus, Kol, Finn, Rebekah and Freya.

Elijah : ...

Elijah : What-

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sibsteria · 2 years

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hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

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rekaning · 9 months

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The Housekeeper | Part 1 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You've been hired as the new housekeeper for the Mikaelson estate, owned by the elusive Elijah Mikaelson.

His sister had hired you. She had explained during the interview that her brother's previous housekeeper had been getting on in age and was looking to retire soon. There would be two weeks of training to make the transition between housekeeper feel seamless. The master of the home had a certain expectation of the cleanliness of his home, and he would expect the same amount of care to be shown by the new housekeeper.

You weren't worried at all.

You grew up around the janitorial occupation. Your mother had taken you along with her to the home's she'd been hired at on days you didn't have school. She always sat you down and made sure you were occupied while she went about tidying up the million dollar residences. You watched her most of the time. Saw how hard she worked to keep the domicile organized and clean. Whether it be cleaning the toilets, mopping the floors, scrubbing the bathtub. Your mother did it all. And you had been so impressed with her.

While many other children looked up to and aspired to be firefighters or astronauts, you had wanted to do what your mother did.

"One of the greatest things in life you can do, is to serve others." Your mother had once said. After a long and tough day at work, you asked her why she seemed to enjoy this job so much when it took so much out of her, physically. That had been her response. And when her employer arrived, looking at his home impressed and awestruck, his wide smile and generous words had made your mother's face light up like a Christmas tree.

"That feeling you get," she explained, "when a person thanks you from the bottom of their heart, when you can see the gratitude in their eyes; you can feel your chest swell with warmth at their words. It's one of the best feelings in the world."

You hadn't felt that before. You wanted to know what it felt like. So, one day in school, you made an effort to offer your services to clean up the classroom for your 2nd grade teacher, Miss Dobson.

After the class had been dismissed for recess, you walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a cleaning spray you had seen your teacher use for cleaning smudges, and a small hand towel, and got to work on wiping down all the desks of your classmates. Miss Dobson, having occupied herself with wiping the chalkboard clean looked over at you, diligently cleaning the desks.

Her look of surprise soon morphed into one of unabashed thankfulness. "That is very thoughtful of you! Thank you so much, my little helper!"

Safe to say, your mother had been right. The feeling you got was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Since that moment, you'd vowed to follow in your mother's footsteps. Having observed her all your life, you went into the housecleaning business once you turned 18.

And it's how you had ended up working for one of the heirs of the Mikaelson conglomerate. Namely, the 2nd eldest son, Elijah Mikaelson.

The Mikaelsons were a world-renowned name, made famous by the various industries each sibling was tied to. The oldest of the siblings and 1st daughter, Freya, worked closely with the 2nd youngest brother, Kol; the two had co-founded an archeological enterprise that specialized in finding and preserving ancient texts and artifacts, usually donating items to museums the world over.

The oldest son, Finn, was a deeply loved humanitarian and patron for education. He traveled the world, working with out-reach programs to feed famine-stricken countries and bring medicine to villages that faced medical crisis. He also worked closely with his siblings Freya and Kol to facilitate extracurricular programs for children to learn more about history, giving out funds to schools to create more opportunities to take their classes to museums and other learning facilities.

Nikalus Mikaelson; or as his more well-known alias, Klaus, was a huge advocate for the arts. He owned and ran several galleries in different countries, curated a vast collection of paintings from famous artists of the past, and was quite the accomplished artist himself. He also funded many theaters, most of them opera houses and even owned a very exclusive art supply chain.

Rebekah, the youngest daughter, and the one who had hired you in the first place, was one of the highest paid models of this generation. She also had her own clothing line and marketed a lot of her items online, using her influence to sell her product. Out of all the siblings, Rebekah was the most "accessible", so to speak, her online presence marking her as the most social of the family.

There was also the youngest brother, Henrik, but he was still pursuing his education overseas, although rumor had it that he was very close to his brother Klaus and it was expected that he would most likely venture into the art business with him.

Finally, there was Elijah. The more elusive of the siblings. The 2nd eldest son was well established in the wine industry. He owned several wineries and even some breweries. He even worked together with his sister, Rebekah, and started a clothing brand for tailored suits. It was widely rumored that Elijah was the one running the entire conglomeration of Mikaelson subsidiaries. He was rarely seen out and about in public, keeping himself far from the spotlight, seeming rather content to let his siblings be front and center.

You were no stranger to the more reclusive type, there were plenty of millionaires you had worked for in the past that stayed indoor as often as possible, many of them incredibly uptight about punctuality and routine. You had expected the same of Elijah when you first came to work for him.

Surprisingly enough, he was anything but. You had met him on your first day. He had been the one to open the door, held out his hand, and greeted you cordially. He then escorted you to his retiring housekeeper, Philomena, and left the two of you for some meeting or other.

Over the transition period of learning the in's and out's of the Mikaelson home, you had come to learn a bit more about the family. Most all the children had homes of their own, besides Henrik, who still lived with their mother and father, but many of them would stay over at each other's houses quite often. The siblings whose homes were occupied a majority of the time were Elijah's and Klaus'.

After a few weeks of taking over as housekeeper, you met the siblings one after the other.

The first was Rebekah, though you had already tehnically met, seeing as she was the one to hire you. She had entered the home one morning and asked for Elijah. You had told her that he had stepped out for an early brunch with several investors regarding the opening of another winery. The beautiful blonde model sighed at the news and muttered that it 'couldn't be helped'. She then had you sit on one of the plush couches in the living area as she brought in a rack of gowns and asked you to pick which suited her better.

It had been a bizarre morning for you but you had enjoyed the time you spent with the young woman. You learned that she used these mini-runway sessions as an excuse to visit her siblings. She mostly dropped in on Elijah or Klaus, the two brothers she was closest with, but she did occasionally visit the others.

That day you had seen a sight you would not soon forget. Once Elijah came home and caught sight of his sister, a bright, wide smile spread across his lips, his face lit up instantly, and he looked years younger. You were awestruck.

He was never completely devoid of emotion, but many of the smiles he had shot your way had been cordial and polite. To see his face smooth over and relax the way it had with his little sister, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight.

You prepared a special meal that day, to celebrate Rebekah's visit. Rebekah's words of praise at the delicious meal had that wonderful feeling spread through you. Your beaming smile at the blonde distracted you from noticing Elijah's own eyes from staring at you with curious wonder.

Klaus had visited a week later after Rebekah's departure. You had helped him lug in his 12 foot canvases to the studio room you cleaned out every other week. Thankfully, you cleaned it a day before the brother's arrival, earning an appreciative nod from the man as he went about setting up his work space. Over the next few days, you catered to the artist, bringing him his meals and any other items he required. When Elijah was present, Klaus would step away from his paintings, and the two would mainly spend their time in the library, either playing chess, reading, or discussing various topics regarding their respective businesses.

The two had such differing personalities that it was amazing to see how they balanced each other. Klaus seemed to act out of impulse. You had heard him yelling every now and again to someone on the phone but Elijah's calm demeanor seemed to counteract his little brother's short fuse.

On the last night of Klaus's visit, the blonde man had retired to his room earlier that day. Seeing it as your opportunity to tidy the studio room a bit, you carefully entered. You went about sweeping and mopping the floors, organizing the brushes and towels he had left scattered around. Once you had finished, you finally took a moment to actually look at the paintings that surrounded the room. It was safe to say that Klaus was far more talented than you originally believed. You stared in wonder at the majestic landscapes depicted on the canvas.

It was in this enraptured trance that Elijah had caught you. The door to the studio hadn't been shut completely, allowing the fumes from the paint to escape. He had just been on his way to his office when he had noticed the light on in the room. He had merely gone to glance inside to make sure his little brother hadn't just forgotten to turn off the light. Then he saw you.

You were staring at the painting Niklaus had finished. Your eyes were shining in amazement, and your mouth agape with awe. And Elijah couldn't help but smile. As his housekeeper, you and he communicated quite often, but there was a distance that couldn't be breached due to your position and because of that, he only ever saw you focused on your duties, polite and respectful responses to his questions and requests. Your professionalism only seemed to drop when you interacted with his siblings. And there was a part of him that was envious of them.

He had left the scene very shortly after watching you for a moment, slightly embarrassed at his blatant ogling. You were none the wiser to his presence that night.

Freya, Kol, and Finn arrived in one fell swoop. You had been surprised, only having expected to meet each Mikaelson one by one. Finn and Freya were warm in their greetings. Kol, while still polite, was the more aloof one of the trio. You had the sense that he was very wary of outsiders. From your observations while they resided in the estate, Kol seemed to thrive on the attention and praise of his siblings. He was an incredibly smart person, intuitive and thinking outside the box for solutions to problems. You noticed that he stuck very closely to his older sister and brother and how he would retaliate verbally more harshly toward Elijah or against Klaus and Rebekah if they were mentioned in some form or another. You soon realized that his aloof persona was really a shield to hide away his own insecurities. He craved validation from his siblings and wanted to feel just as loved as he so fiercely loved them. His combative nature toward Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus seemed to be more out of jealousy at their bond with one another than actual contempt.

Having realized that, you treated him with more care than the rest. He didn't trust you but kept a close eye on you during his stay with his siblings. He would flirt with you, not because he was interested, it was a tactic for him to get you flustered, wanting you to slip up whatever facade he believed you had going on. But you were not that easily shakeable. You knew he was worried for his family. You'd heard plenty of stories of previous hired help around the home and how some had the audacity to try and steal from the Mikaelsons. Kol was just looking out for Elijah—and by extension the rest of his siblings—in his own way.

It was only when you had shown interest in a particular project that he and Freya had undertaken, did he start to warm up to you. The two had discovered ruins in the outskirts of a small village in El Salvador. Freya had sent an advance team ahead to secure the perimeter and begin initial survey's of the terrain for the main archeological team. Kol and she had been seated in their office, piles of books surrounding them with maps and charts pinned to the myriad of cork boards they had covering the walls of the office.

You had been bringing them a pot of tea, Finn trailing behind you holding a tray of cookies to go along with the prepared drink. As you laid the two trays on the emptiest looking portion of the desk, you caught sight of a map of El Salvador, a red circle encompassing their purported dig site.

"Oh, are you going to be digging near El Boquerón?"

Freya and Kol abruptly paused their discussion and turned their heads to you. Freya saw you eyeing the map and nodded, "Yes, that's correct. You know the place?"

You looked up from the map and sheepishly stepped away, "Uh, I was really interested in ancient civilizations during high school. I read a lot of books talking about various indigenous cultures in Central and South America. I really ended up focusing on Mayan nations and sub cultures that formed in remote locations. I know that there was a section of indigenous people in El Salvador known as the Pipil."

You pointed to the red circle on the page, "This area was devastated by a volcanic eruption in the late 1910's. The lake that was once there completely disappeared and many of the homes of the people there was completely burned or melted away by the lava."

Freya and Finn practically beamed at the information you were providing them. Kol tried hard not to look impressed with your knowledge. The three were quick to bring you into their discussion from that point. Asking if you knew anything about the climate there and the terrain they may face.

Elijah came in later that day to find the four of you huddled around Freya's laptop, an image of an item resembling a ceramic jar, half buried in the dirt. Again, a pang of envy coursed through him at the sight of you chatting away so freely with his brothers and sister.

But a bigger part of him was overjoyed to see how well his family had taken to you. Philomena, while a phenomenal housekeeper, had kept to herself and never connected with him, nor his siblings, on a personal level.

You were something special.

He looked on silently as you continued to point out different portions of the computer image. The moments of jealousy that coursed through him were unexpected but not wholly unwelcome. It told him that there was something he wanted to explore with you—only if you wanted to as well, of course—and that the time for distance was to come to an end.

He wanted to know you more, the same way his siblings had gotten the privilege to over these last few months.

Elijah was eager to learn more about his dear housekeeper.

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Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Author's note: This just kept getting longer and longer until I had to make it into a separate part.

Can you tell I love Original sibling interactions with OC's/reader's?

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gh0stlyfixation · 2 years

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Hide and Seek

“Mmm, mommy. Wanna play hide and seek?” Your four-year-old asked.

“Baby, I’m nursing your baby sister. Why don’t you ask daddy?” You said with a smile.

“But daddy has super hearing and I’d lose super quick.” Your daughter pouted.

“What about daddy?” Elijah asked with a grin.

“I know you heard me.” She mumbled.

“Lijah, she wants to play hide and seek. I’m a little occupied.” You said with a shrug showing the baby latched on your nipple. “And she thinks your gonna cheat with your “super hearing”.” You explained to him.

“Fleur, I can turn it off. Come on, let’s play!” He convinced.

Her face broke into a large smile that you knew Elijah couldn’t resist. He loved seeing his girls happy, it’s all he wanted. “Okay, but your gonna lose!” She declared with a jump.

“Are you challenging me?” He teased.

She giggled and ran off trying to find a perfect spot. “Better start counting. Maybe you can find me next. It's almost bedtime.” You whispered while standing up and walking to the bedroom with a smirk.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 15

This is it; this is how you’re going to die more specifically; your murder being mutilated by scary monster that supposed to be a myth to scare children from misbehaving and for being disobedient. Speaking truthfully, you were never afraid of dying, there is shouldn’t be any because it is the ultimate truth right. There were times when you lay down in the middle of the night thinking about death thinking how it would be better if you just didn’t exist you don’t know why you would feel like that at time to time and that’s even made everything worse making you feel like an ungrateful person the feeling of losing something that you didn’t even know is hunted you long ago. You never know how the overwhelming feeling came what was it source maybe you will never will.

While everyone frozen in fear derek fast enough breakaway and pull you away from the creature quickly the creature snarl back in retaliation the claw that hold your hands cut through your skin as derek pushes you into scott and stiles, bonnie behind them.

You all watch as the werewolf circle growling with eyes gleaming with feral glint to hut, derek snarl back standing firm. The werewolf moves in the speed of lighting claws extended aim for swift fatal swipe. Derek who lacked the appearance but matched with level of strength and swiftly move away kicking the werewolf away. A vicious growl escapee its mouth as with great aggression it lunches towards derek slashing him and throw him.

Derek head hit hard as he hit the ground stiles nod bonnie to check on him, stiles curse and goes check on him as he weakly lay.

Scott growl at creature moving away from you towards “SCOTT NO. WAIT” you yell but bonnie pull you by the waist preventing you from holding back and starts to run towards the school.

The creature snarl at scott as scott lunch at him with his claws out it grabs him by his neck scott claws at it hands but that does not seem to affect the it.

You pull against bonnie as you see the creature extend his claw on other hand while he slowly crushing his windpipe. You tore yourself from bonnie run towards scott screaming for his name making stiles curse as along with wounded derek as you break free bonnie hold dashing towards scott.

What no one didn’t expect to see a burst of orange yellowish energy waves comes out your body hitting the alpha with a great force the waves surge through the air like it has its own mind as does not harm scott, the waves narrowly avoid scott hitting the alpha sending the beast yards away a pained yelp leaving the creature’s mouth.

Hastily halting in your place with heavying chest you look at your friends with confusion, wide eyed scott glance back and forth to you and where the creature with a lost look on your face. “Was that you bonnie?” you ask slowly turning to her.

Bonnie stands jaw dropped “No” she wheezes out.

Stiles drop his hands that holding up derek making the said male stumble, stiles run towards your hands throwing in the air with excitement “NOPE IT WAS ALL YOU BABY, IT WAS AMAZING” he embraces you tightly. Taking your arms in yours “I know it’s a lot to process but we have to go before the thing come back” stiles hastily voiced

As if it heard it growls yards away it glares at your group viciously, “okey time to run” stiles exclaim and starts run towards the school dragging you with him. You take bonnie hands when you reach her. Derek groan at the three you as you run off to your own safety.

“Hey” derek snarl at scott who was blotting after his friends making him stop and look at derek in confusion, derek give him a bitch face.

“Oh, my bad” scott smile nervously glancing at his wounded body taking derek hands throwing it on his shoulder and running towards the three of you.

Stiles almost close the door before they can get in making derek giving him a dirty look “what we don’t have magical healing, you’ll survive”

“Shut up”

Stiles frown at derek “Don’t be such a sour wolf”.

Bonnie walks away from the door while scott set derek down and come up beside you and stiles looking out the glass window. “Is it gone?”

“I don’t know scott. We don’t have night vision like you come look at it yourself” stiles snap making scoot frown at him.

“he’s scared scott” you answer while looking out the window “seems like he’s hiding or something” you turn around to glance at bonnie and derek. “Oh. Hum” you walk slowly towards bonnie.

“What was that Y/n?” bonnie hiss her whole body shaking

“Oh, that is the alpha” stiles answers

Bonnie scoff in disbelief “Oh my God, I mean what you did back there how did you do that?”

Stile’s mouth open nodding his head remembering what he just saw back there “yeah how did you do that?”

“I don’t know….” you mutter looking down at your hands exhaling you nervously smile at bonnie “Look at the bright side I’m not doing drugs” you exclaim not knowing what to tell.

Stiles perk up “we are doing drugs now! Since when!”

You sharply turn to stiles “NO we’re not doing drugs, stiles. shut up” stiles mumble a small okey at you pouting at your harsh look that you gave him.

“What do we do now” scott asks

“Well, you first quit your job scott” stiles pipe up

“That’s not Alan” you shook your head stiles frown at you confused

“How do you know it’s not him?”

You shrug “it didn’t doesn’t feel like him, enough of that this is what we’re going to do” you turn to bonnie “you’re going to stay with derek, we will distract it make it follow us while you derek gets you out”

Stiles tap scotts shoulder whispering to him “did she say as in me and you”

“I guess” scott whispers back stiles mumble a great under his breath

A prettified look shadowed his face “maybe we can all get out let derek fight it again?”

Stiles shut up when he sees derek glare at him “he’s right I can take him”

“Yeah, I am not leaving without you?” bonnie said

“You both need to listen to me. it wants scott and we’re disposable to it and we made it really mad but it will still go after scott and you can get out with derek and derek you can’t really do anything now and you know that if you go back, you will be shredded alright and I’m not leaving scott.” You state firmly leaving no room for arguments.

You can sense Bonnie’s reluctance your eyes find derek giving him a pleading look “I’ll get her out, stay hidden. I come find you”

“Thank you” you take Bonnies hands and hugs her “it’s going to be fine, please just trust me”

Scott and stiles walk towards you nod at bonnie scott hold your hands in his while stiles turn on his flashlight before living derek gives worried look but it’s gone there no lingering as he sharpens his sense ears trying to pick the presence of alpha and your heartbeat as you move.

He tenses when he hears the alpha but as you said its steps seems to follow “it following them” derek said looking at bonnie. He hears scott heartbeat skip likely he heard what he said. “We wait few minutes alright?”

Bonnie nods, after waiting for few minutes derek and bonnie leaves, they reach outside of school.

“You know I’m offended that you didn’t ask me if I wanted to leave with them?” stiles narrow his eyes at you.

You let out a small laugh “I don’t need to ask. I know you won’t leave; you love us so much to do that” you pinch his ear and scott take few steps back when he sees that. “And call me before you do something like this alright?”

“Sorry…sorry” he whines a little. “How did you even know we are here?”

You give stiles your phone “a creepy text” stiles

“Guys focus” scott whisper looking around for the alpha.

“Scott someone unknown texted her about us being in danger and are we really going to ignore what she just did to that thing? How did you do that. I mean your adopted” stiles take your hands and shakes a little observing it he lightly nibbles to see if the psionic wave come out making you slap his hands off you with an annoyed look on your face.

“Really stiles”

Scott stops for minute and sigh “whatever it is it really saved you, me, all of us. he could have torn us apart”

Stiles nod he look outside and goes stiff when he sees the alpha on the roof stalking them with bright red eyes glowing. “Maybe we should run” stiles mutter

You sand scott glance at him confused and look in the direction he was looking, gulping you and scott prepare yourself heart beats faster “second that”

Right as you three starts to run the alpha hunts after you crashing through the windows the sound of glass shattering and loud thud make you three runs faster. You yelp suddenly making scott and stiles yell at you run faster.

Stiles and scott pants heavily when they reach the “are you okey y/n? “Scott asks but there he get no answer stiles and scott lift their head “stiles where is she?”

Stiles call your name he looks around him and shake his jacket looking around he glance around the room his face pale when there is no sigh of you, his eyes find scotts sweat dripping down his face as he whispers your name quietly.

You only felt its large hands wrapping around you and next thing you know that you’re in-class room and the alpha stands right Infront of you. the bright red eyes pinned on you waiting for you make a move. The soft thud of its foot on floor make you gulp hands shaking you take a step back. You can feel your heart beating and your sure it can hear how afraid you are to.

The dark is illuminated with red glow it getting brighter you look down at your palms which was source of the glow the alpha eyes also fall into a moment. A sound erupts from the creature’s chest almost like disapproving whine making you flinch at the sound but you stand your ground. Slowly the creature starts to walks towards you pausing few feet’s away

“Stay here”

With that the creature leap out the room without wasting a second, you stand bewilder at your place the glow dims out and darkness fill the room. Your legs feel jelly making you stumble once taking a minute to collect yourself you.

When you try to open the door, it doesn’t budge at all you push the door with all your might but it doesn’t open at all. You kick the door few times but it still doesn’t open. Banging on the door you call out stiles and scott but no use.

Running your hands down your face you curse silently; you glance at your palm and then the door few times. “This is so stupid”

You shake your shoulders “okey …. this is not embarrassing at all” you thrust your palms towards the door nothing happens. you shrug your shoulder “alright come on do your thing” you thrust your palm again and nothings happens.

Huffing you pace around “come on do something” you shake your hands yet again nothing happens suddenly you hear a blood curling scream hurriedly you walk towards the door “stiles? Stiles.? Scott scott!” the scream soon dies out making you panic you bang on the door. The fear of something happening to them, losing them stir something in you.

Derek who came back for you three pick up your phone that was fall from stiles he hears your voice calling out for them. Derek is almost fully healed, hurrying towards to get you he stops and shield himself when your door flies open with a great force and glass shattered on the floor along with pieces of woods mist of red fading away the door falls on the ground. You step out the room seemingly no scratch or wounds looking at door breathing heavily.

Derek utters your name making you startle your head turns to him and sigh in relief tense shoulders dropping.

“derek” you exhale running towards him embracing, his arm quickly wraps around yourself other one cradle your head. You let your body weight on him sighing in exhaustion. Derek just holds you tight glancing down at your face laying on his chest.

“Are you alright?” he whispers to you nodding you back away “bonnie is safe” he states before you can ask. “And that’s not them”

You tilt your head at him “didn’t know you could read mind”

He shrugs starting to walk past you “I can read you” he mumbles without you hearing. You hurry after him.

“Did you...?”

“Yes, I’m fully healed, I can fight” derek finishes making you look at him creeped out.

“Please don’t do it again” you state walking beside him now. he grins without you a cocky look on his face clearly having plan on not stopping you roll your eyes at him.

He goes still for a moment looking at the dark hallway a silhouette person stands Infront of you the person walks Infront of you.

With a furrowed brows you watch the man revel himself “Stefan?”

Derek suddenly gets pushed to walls as someone comes from behind you and derek, Stefan speeds taking hold of your hands.

“Let’s see what you are?” damon smirk at derek his eyes and fangs coming out derek snarl back at him.

“Oh my god what are you idiots doing here?” you yell at them “Stefan get your hands off me”.

Stefan frown at you tightening his hold on you “we’re trying to help you.”

Derek kick damon off him throwing him away “let her go” he hisses out to Stefan before he can do anything damon speeds to him punching him. Stefan moves you away from them.

“Hey asshole leave him alone he’s my friend” you yell at damon squirming in Stefan hold thrashing around. “Stefan let go me. You don’t know anything”

“Trust me I’m trying save you” he turns you him hands on your shoulders “you don’t know anything about creatures like him” Stefan looks at you with worried look in his face.

Derek and damon stop fighting when the shrilling sound of howl vibrates through the school along with pained screams.

“scott” you mumble, you glare at Stefan “hands off” Stefan body stiffen when he sees the red hue on your eyes the next thing, he knows that he was thrown off away from him.

Damon stands confused as he watches you run off towards the source of sound derek snarl at him before following after you.

“What hell was that? Did you know that she can do this and what was that sound?” damon asks once he look at the direction you and derek run off.

Stefan grunts standing up walking towards him “I don’t know damon. I don’t know a single thing”

Scott who is now fully transformed into his wolf forms stalks towards his friends like a blood thirsty animal.

He ears pick up harried footsteps coming from behind him a low snarl leaves his lips “scott” he lips twist into a snarl when you and derek come into his vision.

Derek takes hold of your arm “its not scott know” his eyes find the door the heartbeat of your friends reaches his ears.

Derek takes hold of your arms “hold on tight” you give him unsure look derek flash his eyes at scott and slowly take a step back making you follow.

Scott growl at you and him taking a threatening step towards you two, derek broke into a run pulling you with him behind you scott let out snarl following you after.

Derek throws you over his shoulder running in inhuman speed you catch scott bright yellow eyes locked on you running towards you he tightens his hold on you and jump out a window landing perfectly on his feet.

He put you down you look at him in daze “a warning next time” derek says nothing looking at you for a second before pushing you down just in time scott jump on him snarling at scratching him in his face.

You curse when you hit the ground, quickly standing up you watch scott and derek fight each other. Derek throw scott away.

Scott whine in pain when his slide across ground huffing he stands on his paws turning towards you “scott” you softly call out derek stand up wiping the blood on cheeks with back of his hands.

Your eyes find scotts yellow orbs pinned on you “scott I know you’re in there, you need to control yourself. “

Derek glare at the Salvatore brothers when the come behind him “don’t”

“It will kill her” Stefan state.

“No, he wouldn’t “derek recounter watching you talk to scott. Stefan and damon give each other a look of confusion.

Scott snarl lowly at you “scott we’re you’re friends, I’m your friend scott”.

Scott slowly stalks towards you, a mist of blue aura glow around you slowly it reaches scott who glance at with suspicion. Scott remembers the aura as the same when he was once in his headspace. The image of you and stiles talking and dressing up fills his mind the memory of stiles and you bickering laughing flashes through. The memory of Alison also rushes in his minds.

He let out a whine when he realizes he was just about kill the people he held dear to him just a seconds ago.

He hung his head down in guilty when he reaches you who now kneeling on the ground, he let a sorrowful whine nudging his nose against your “it okey scott” you smile at him beside you derek smirks at the you while the Salvatore brother stand dumbfounded. Scott licks your face “okey that gross now”. scott whines and lightly push you down into sitting and lay his exhausted body on you. you let out a laugh running your hands on scotts fur.

“I guess it all sorted out now” you glance at up to derek seeing his scratches healing now giving him a smile. Scott lay unbothered on you feeling clam as your run your hands through his fur petting him.

Your smile falls when you see the Salvatore brothers you tilt your head at him with a glare “Now. what do we with you two?!”

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andreal831 · 9 months

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Rebekah Mikaelson is the strongest vampire

This statement always starts arguments, most of them coming from societal misogyny.

The Original vampires are the strongest vampires (we are only talking about regular vampires). We are told by TVDU lore that a vampire's strength is determined by age or diet. These are the only factors that are ever stated in the show to affect their strength.

Now we don't see any of the other original vampires turned, but from the flashback, it appears Rebekah is the very first ever created vampire. This would give her vampire age over her siblings, even if just minutes, giving her a slight edge. Human age does not matter, only vampire age.

People will inevitably always try to say, oh but Klaus. This is only talking about vampires. As a hybrid, yes he is stronger. But for most of their life as a vampire, I would say no he's not. Whenever we see Klaus dagger his siblings, like with Kol, he physically overpowers them. But Rebekah, he emotionally tears her down to the point she doesn't even fight against him. Klaus is not a character who would shy away from physically overpowering a woman, even his own sister. While he does physically abuse her throughout their life, we don't see him overpower her in order to dagger her.

And here is where I think societal misogyny plays a part in the undervaluing of Rebekah's character.

The most common argument is that Kol and Elijah are somehow stronger. This has misogynistic undertones because of the hoops people jump through just to make her brothers stronger than her. While we never see Elijah and Rebekah or Kol and Rebekah face off in an actual fight, we do see Rebekah being held down by both Klaus and Elijah when she is cursed. People will argue that the curse gave her super strength or something, but again that's based on assumptions, not the show. It made her erratic but if Elijah was stronger, he still should have been able to hold her down himself. Elijah was able to restrain Kol numerous times when he helped Klaus dagger him. And Kol would have been fighting just as wildly as Rebekah to prevent being daggered again.

We do see hybrids have a boost because they still maintain their werewolf nature. So I've heard the argument that human strength plays a role in vampire strength. Again, this is based on made-up lore, not anything we see in the show. In fact, we see the opposite. Paul clearly has more muscles than Ian (I'm aware muscle doesn't automatically equal strength but it's really the only gauge we have and that's what everyone seems to be basing Kol's human strength on), yet because of their diet, Damon is still stronger. We also see that this can be made up relatively quickly when Ripper Stefan who has been drinking human blood for a much shorter time is still just as strong as Damon.

Additionally, we don't even see Kol as a teenage human. Who knows what his strength level is. We can assume being raised by Mikael he would have been trained to be a warrior, but we also know from history (and not the Euro-centric view the show tries to feed us) that Viking women, especially as they were colonizing new areas, were expected to be able to defend their homes and do a lot of physical labor. Rebekah would have been a lot stronger than the teenage girls we see today. So this assumption Kol was just stronger is only that, an assumption. And again, it is never said that human strength matters. Hybrids get an extra kick because they are still a werewolf. When the werewolf gets bound, they lose that advantage. When a human turns vampire, they are no longer human. If a vampire stopped working out, they wouldn't lose any strength, therefore, it doesn't function the same way as human strength. Also, this would likely mean Klaus was the weakest of all of them as a vampire since he wore a necklace to keep him physically weaker than the rest of them since he was a child.

This gets us into the next argument, that she's been daggered for a lot of her life so Elijah is stronger. I mostly see this argument to discredit Finn's strength. But, this would work in Rebekah's favor because we can kind of can tell from flashbacks that Rebekah has been daggered for less time than Kol, so she would be stronger than him. However, from what we are shown, daggering only slows them down slightly because they haven't been drinking blood. When all of the siblings are released, Klaus still fears them. When Elijah is released after months, he still holds his own against Klaus. When Rebekah is daggered by the Strix, she is able to take on a whole group of some of the oldest and best-fighting vampires (something Elijah struggled to do at full strength).

We clearly see Rebekah not only overpower other vampires, but we see she is a strong fighter. We never once see Kol actually fight. We only see him go against the Mystic Falls gang (and lose). So nothing in the show suggests Kol would be stronger than Rebekah.

And by this logic, Elijah would not be stronger either. Yes, I think he is a better fighter and would win in a fight inevitably. But only because of his fighting skills.

The only argument I accept is potentially about Mikael. But even his extra strength makes little to no sense to me. Besides we see Elijah and Klaus both overpower Mikael on different occasions.

So at the least, they are all even in strength, but at most, Rebekah is stronger than her brothers.

At the end of it all, there is so much plot armor in the show, I don't usually like to argue strengths (how Damon and Stefan survived Season 2 and 3 makes no sense). But it does pose an interesting question, why is it so important for Kol or Elijah to be the most powerful to the extent that people will make up lore and wild assumptions just to get them there? To me, it is important that Rebekah is the strongest because, one, the show's lore backs it up, and two, we seldom get to see the strongest creature on a show be a woman. The show does so much to undervalue the women, I hate when the fandom does so as well.

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