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dear-galileo · 2 years

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coming home to you (with my own blood in my mouth)

here is my extremely indulgent klaus x dave season 3 fix it fic featuring gratuitous teasing of dune, making out, public displays of affection, and the hargreeves kids being happy

completed, 3/3 chapters

includes canon-typical violence

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Dave and Klaus tried to stick together in combat- it was one thing less to worry about, when they could see each other. But when Dave dared a glance to his left, he was alone.

Klaus was there until he wasn’t. War wasn’t the place to stand up and look for one’s lover though. Dave had to trust Klaus, trust the man’s uncanny ability to get himself in and out of trouble, just as much as Dave trusted Klaus to watch his back.

But at this moment, it was taking everything in Dave to not push himself up, and look for Klaus. Every day in this hell descended deeper into the darkness and depravity of man, but there was something in the air about today, something especially dangerous. It made the hairs on the back of Dave’s neck stand up, but it wasn’t like he could call off Viet Cong for the day, make the suits back at home let everyone walk away.

Dave shuddered, and pressed his chest lower to the ground. The gun pressed to his cheek wasn’t aimed at anyone, not that he could tell, but at this point, what was the difference between him shooting an old man to a young child? The result would be the same, and Dave feared that he would have to carry that forever.

Squint his eyes, clutch the gun tighter to him, and squeeze the trigger. Repeat. The screams around him were fading into a deafening roar, and throughout it all, Dave kept thinking- where was Klaus? He had been right next to him, but now that was just empty dirt, and-

Someone shoved Dave to the side roughly. Dave immediately dropped the gun and went for the knife he had in his pack, about to slash when he rolled and saw Klaus.

Except- this wasn’t the Klaus that Dave knew. Nor was it the Klaus from a faded memory of a diner and a punch, a cult and a plea. His hair went down to his shoulders and was frizzy, his fatigues replaced with a shirt full of dizzying colors and patterns.

“Stay down,” Klaus hissed, and Dave, who was now on his back, looked to him, and then to the young boy who was crouched behind him. Why was there a young boy here? He had a stern look on his face, a school-boy uniform, and was steadily staring at Dave.

“Am I dead?” Dave asked Klaus. A strange look went over Klaus’s face, and he shook his head. Hallucination, perhaps.

“Not yet, lover.” Klaus slapped at Dave’s body when Dave tried to roll around again, to grab ahold of his gun, when what sounded like a grenade went off only a few feet away.

Dave gasped, ears ringing as he fumbled for his gun, for Klaus, for the boy, for anything. His hands found something wet, warm and sticky, and it only took one sickening moment for Dave to register it as blood.

He dashed his hands all over his own body but found no gaping wounds. Reaching out for Klaus was something deeper than instinct, and the pained gasp that Klaus let out created an agony in Dave unlike anything he had ever felt before. “No,” Dave gasped, his hands finding and pressing down on the gash in Klaus’s stomach. “No, Klaus,”

“Fall back!” The captain screamed from somewhere behind them. “Troops, fall back!”

“Medic!” Dave screamed in response, causing the boy to jerk into action. Dave flinched as the boy roughly grabbed Dave’s ankle. His hand was cold- no hallucination then.

“No time for that. Grab him,” The boy was much too calm for this situation, how did he even get here, this deep in the fight?

“What?”

Klaus groaned, his blood seeping through Dave’s fingers, making Dave curse and press down harder.

“We’ll get him stitched up in a moment, but hold onto him!” The boy instructed again. The dirt around them was exploding, flying up as the latest wave of bullets landed. Dave slid an arm underneath Klaus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together.

“Hey, Klaus,” Dave whispered. Klaus blinked slowly, but met Dave’s eyes. “Keep those darling eyes open for me, alright?” Klaus’s mouth spread in a smile, before coughing, a dribble of blood running down his chin.

“Saved you,” Klaus slurred. “Did it,”

Dave’s mouth opened to say something, anything, but the boy held Dave’s ankle even tighter, cutting him off. “Holding on? Good. Close your eyes.”

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#the umbrella academy #tua s3 #tua fic #klave #klaus x dave #tua fix it #the umbrella academy fic #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #em posts #my fics

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 2 years

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Since we have a season 4 announcement, here are some predictions based on...nothing but my own head really, and somewhat bordering on a wishlist. I just want to put them out now, before it’s trailer time so I can go “oh yeah I totally called that months ago!”

There is no Diego/Lila child. Either it was a double bluff in order to not lose him, or there was one and it’s gone now. (We assume the reason they’re all in this alternate universe and/or simulation is because Allison intervened and created it, either by virtue of the machine or on purpose. And she didn’t know about the baby. Alternately, having the life and powers drained from them nearly killed them, I can’t imagine what it would have done to something not fully formed yet.) - Also because on a more meta level, filming with a baby or small child is a nightmare of logistics and extra costs, and CGI children are creepy uncanny valley situations.

Five will continue to act as his old man self and fewer people will question it than should. I don’t think we’re going to see “Five sent to high school” or anything like that, because putting him with actual teenagers would result in a worse bloodbath than his attendance at the Board of Directors meeting.

Luther is going to look for Sloane, but in a quiet, desperate way. He’s not a pushy or tear the world apart kind of person, he knows how to Wait.

Sloane will be back, but something will not be quite right about her. Maybe she will be a terrible person because she’ll be the version of her that Allison saw/imagined. But I rather like the possibility that we’ll find her, but it will be after the simulation/new reality has put her through awful shit (on account of Allison HATED her and was pretty bloodthirsty), and she’ll be broken. And Luther will help her, because they deserve a hurt/comfort love story.

Klaus will be smart enough not to get himself killed. He didn’t know he was immortal for a long time, so it’s not going to suddenly negate all of his survival and self-sufficiency instincts.

Alternately, Klaus will get himself killed and discover that, no matter what, he is still able to traverse the Void, and that will be the key to fixing things.

Viktor will be the only one who actually adjusts to the new version of reality. He’s used to being “ordinary.” But he’s not going to be helpful to his siblings about it, and will have a “just get used to it” attitude, harking back to season 1 and feeling vindicated by them all knowing how it feels now.

Ben will start working for some sort of Hargreeves industry and will eventually become their mole. But only because he wants to get back to a world where people practically kiss the ground he walks on. He and Luther will also end up bonding a bunch/being allies in the Sloane-Search.

Diego will finally get to Kill Dad (wishful thinking, but I would love that for him).

Abigail will somehow be worse than Reginald. But will be played in a “woe is me” way that we’re supposed to feel bad for her but most viewers will be more “cool motive, still genocide” or something.

Ray will be the thing that guides Allison back to the path of “not a villain.” Because even if he’s her wish-created version, he wouldn’t be him without a strong moral compass.

Five will struggle the most with the new reality. Because it reminds him of the apocalypse in that he is trapped, essentially immobile, and cannot escape his fate/problems. It will be this fact that ultimately leads to the founding of The Commission, because he never wants to feel that way again.

#Shye thoughts #ramblings musings and predictions #in no particular order #TUA season 4 #TUA predictions #key points bolded with additional commentary following

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sailorgreywolf-german · 2 years

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❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ Anhalt and Saxony

Saxony hung the painting in the hall and stepped back to look at it and make sure that was straight. It was a painting of Dresden, and he had painted it for Germany’s birthday He had the intention of giving him a view of somewhere more beautiful even in Berlin.

The boy was young, and he had only just been elevated to an empire and had been under Prussia’s influence for far too long. Saxony felt that he should provide a constant reminder that the land he represented was more than Berlin and more than Prussia.

There was something about Germany that Saxony found mildly unnerving. He looked so much like the Holy Roman Empire that Saxony felt an uncanny chill go down the back of his neck every time he looked at him too long. He might have suspected some kind of bait and switch if Austria had not repeatedly assured him that Holy Rome had died on the battlefield.

Saxony was trying not to let the resemblance stop him from spending time with the young man. He firmly believed that it was important to break Prussia’s singular hold on Germany by reminding him that he had more family.

All of his thoughts were interrupted by Anhalt approaching and saying, “What a beautiful piece. Your work is always incredible.”

Saxony glanced at him, trying to judge whether Prussia had just given him the order to strike up a conversation. He said dryly, “Thank you. I hope that Ludwig finds it just as compelling.”

He tried to keep the focus firmly on Germany because he could already see the affectionate sparkle in Anhalt’s eyes, and he wanted to stop that thought. Undeterred, Anhalt plowed ahead with his intended topic, “Your art is always just as lovely as you are. I wish you would let me see your private gallery.”

If he had been anyone else, Saxony would not be so cold about someone complimenting his work and attempting to flirt. But he knew that Anhalt was close to Prussia, and likely privy to his plans. The thought was enough to make him feel like he was speaking to Prussia by proxy.

He said coolly, “It would not be private if I was that open about it.”

There was nothing particularly wrong with Anhalt; he was sweet enough and handsome enough. But Saxony saw a pale hand at work every time he looked at him.

Anhalt bit his lip and finally said, “Why are you so mad at me? Would you like to go somewhere a little more private to discuss this?”

He looked genuinely hurt, like Saxony had slapped him. The downcast look in his deep blue eyes made Saxony feel bad for his brusqueness. He had done very little to deserve it, except that he was close to Prussia.

Saxony decided that he should offer some explanation. He said, “Is it so mysterious, Klaus? When Gilbert told you he intended to go to war with Roderich, did you suspect he would try to kill me?” Anhalt went pale and scrambled to answer, “I told him that he shouldn’t kill anyone.”

Saxony replied, unable to hold back his cutting remark, “Now why would I show you my private works when I am just part of ‘anyone’ to you?”

The moment it left his mouth he saw the way that Anhalt’s face dropped like he was crushed. Anhalt took Saxony’s hand and said, “Christoph, I wish I could make you believe that I love you. I just want a chance to show you.”

He took the hand and pressed it to his lips in a brief kiss. Saxony sighed deeply and answered, “I believe that you are genuine. But I know that Gilbert would rather I choose you, and I do not believe that we could have anything that doesn’t serve him.”

#sorry if this isn't what you wanted anon #they're very onesided

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that-ineffable-devil · 8 months

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Meet the Character: Mercury

TTRPG: Cyberpunk RED

Pronouns: They/Him

Role: Solo Rockerboy (orator/singer)

Age: Indeterminate--appears late 20s/early 30s

A quick summary I provided on a previous post:

Imagine Rick Gonzalez and Robbie Daymond had a love child with the dress sense and body language of Klaus Hargreeves, the goofy yet undeniable sex appeal of David Tennant, and Michael Sheen's attitude and ability to serve cunt in any situation. That's Mercury.

Appearance

Knowing that appearance and swagger are genuinely the most persuasive arguments during a negotiation in Night City, Mercury has invested much in maintaining and improving his image. Their nails are always neatly self-manicured, typically painted all black save for the ring finger on each hand, which is usually a crimson or orange. He is rarely seen without makeup--and has never been seen without his bold, black eyeliner by anyone but his twin sister, Rhapsody.

Physique & Physical Appearance

Standing at a solid 5'3" and rail thin, Mercury is often considered a "little guy" by those who underestimate him. Their thin frame belies the wiry, Nightcrawler-esque musculature underneath, honed from a life growing up on the streets in Belize. You don't survive as many scrapes as Mercury without having the athleticism and wit to get quickly out of reach.

Their café con leche skin is dotted with moles and individual freckles, and starkly contrasts the white of their surprisingly well-cared-for teeth. His top and bottom canines are filed to wickedly sharp points--just enough to look uncanny when he smiles.

Their long hair is a flame-like ombre that starts at a shimmering metallic crimson at the roots, gently graduating to a flaming orange, then yellow-gold as it cascades down their chest. He keeps much of the right side of his scalp closely shaved to display the intricate orange and gold EMP threading that glimmers in script-like patterns. They maintain well-trimmed and cared-for black facial hair that somehow still manages to work with their wildly unnatural hair.

His hooded, almond-shaped eyes give the appearance of calm nonchalance, despite his constant vigilance. Their trademark golden snake-eye contacts have become such a part of their persona that no one knows the natural color hidden beneath them. His thick black brows play an enormous role in every part he plays, though his right brow is marred by a scar towards the outer corner--one encounter he only narrowly escaped.

Piercings and Light Tattoos

Piercings and light tattoos are extremely common in Mercury's line of business, and he is no exception. Their ears are studded and dripping with various, asymmetrical piercings, all black and crimson metal. The black bar piercing their tongue is set with a smooth, red, heart-shaped gem. Glittering black snake-fang piercings adorn each nipple, though they are often covered--Mercury must leave something to the imagination, after all.

Their arms, which are nearly always on display, are decked out in vibrant light tattoos.

Starting at his neck, a crimson red lancehead viper curls down his left arm, the snake's mouth open wide as it reaches his wrist displaying glowing silver fangs and golden eyes. The words "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" are inscribed in flaming orange along the snake's body, the words facing outward for all to see.

On the inner part of their right forearm, the name "Rhapsody" is written in brilliant orange ornate script, surrounded by black musical notes lined in glowing gold.

On both hands, each finger holds a ring of crimson light that covers the flesh between the first and second knuckles (and the knuckle and base of the thumbs).

Clothing and Accessories

Mercury is nothing if not well-dressed for the role they play.

His sleeveless and hooded black leather duster jacket bears faint red EMP threading designs, and terminates at a sharp angle around his knees. The crimson, feather-patterned lining is rarely seen, but made of high-quality and durable silk and holds many pockets of various sizes. A pair of large, crimson EMP-thread wings fold across the back, wrapping around to the front.

The top beneath their jacket is a tightly-fitted crimson sleeveless turtleneck that's just a smidge too short, leaving a small expanse of skin exposed between its hem and Mercury's pants. Two stylized, orange devil horns glow a bright orange around his collarbone, while a matching devil tail begins in the lower back, wraps around the middle twice, before terminating with the tip pointing up at his face.

Their tight nylon-like pants tuck neatly into their boots, a thick stripe of flame ombre color running down the front and back of each leg starting at the waistline. The pants are further held in place by a set of black suspenders with red metal accents.

His boots are stylized black leather knee-high combat boots with crimson soles and accents. They use a complex series of buckles and leather straps across the front to keep them on their feet--or at least, that's the way it seems. Mercury's actually broken them in so thoroughly that they can quickly and easily be removed or put on without fuss.

Despite their constant use of contacts, no one survives in the City long without some form of eyeshades. Mercury keeps a pair of crimson red, round, mirrored lenses in sturdy black metal frames. Perforated black metal "blinders" cover the sides of the frames, helping to hide any radiant glow from his eyes while still maintaining peripheral vision. The perforations are shaped like small stars.

The final accents are a series of inexpensive metal and silicon rings across their fingers and a gorgeous, glittering black cybernetic snake necklace with glowing red-orange eyes. The necklace moves about on its own, but has no combat capabilities or other function. No one is certain whether the necklace is sentient, but it does sometimes appear to react to situations and comments. It typically rests around Mercury's neck by clamping its jaws around part of its body, the rest of its tail trailing down his chest.

(Simplified) Backstory

Family

Mercury grew up on the streets of Belize with their twin sister, Rhapsody. Their parents were betrayed by a close family friend (or family member, details unknown)--a fact Mercury is unaware of. Their parents were gone before Mercury and Rhapsody could form any concrete memories of them. Mercury doesn't even know whether their parents or alive or dead--and does everything he can not to think about it. Due, in part, to this, an undercurrent of rage, betrayal, and abandonment issues color their interactions with people, but they have to be particularly stressed to show it.

After being abandoned at such a young age, the twins made a childhood pact to never leave the other behind for any reason. A promise that family would always mean everything. But life often has other plans, and as often happens with siblings in a place like Night City, they were eventually pulled in different directions. Rhapsody moved onto a more luxurious life as a lounge singer and personal entertainer, with a whole host of wealthy patrons. Rhapsody eventually cut ties with Mercury, sending a handwritten letter by courier to say goodbye--she knows how much they value this archaic form of communication. Despite that, Mercury refuses to believe she wrote actually wrote it, thinking someone had paid her off to stay away from him--and yet he still keeps the note on him at all times. In truth, Mercury may have pushed her away subconsciously--partly out of self-preservation and partly because they thought she would have a better chance in life without them.

After losing their sister, they threw themself into their work, picking up singing and speaking gigs at nightclubs all across Night City--along with more than a few lovers along the way. Despite their carnal predilections, Mercury has indeed had three true romances in their life.

Love Life

cw: death/suicide/violence

Anthony, his first love--oh he was beautiful. And kind and caring. Anthony believed in a world beyond the executive and corporate horrors they lived in each day. Unfortunately, he burned too brightly. Barely a year into their relationship, Anthony died in a horrific fire--one Mercury is unconvinced was an accident, despite police reports.

Then there was Phoenix--oh how they soothed Mercury's soul and brought them back from the brink of destruction after the loss of Anthony. Phoenix truly lived up to their name, a brilliant life rising from the ashes of the flames that destroyed Mercury's world. Then, a mere two years later, Phoenix's implants drove them to cyber-psychosis, and they tried to rip Mercury--who barely escaped--to shreds. He never went back to find out what happened, leaving all his belongings in the ruins of the home they'd made.

And finally--Eve, Mercury's latest--and last--great love. For all his swagger, Mercury could not believe he'd turned the head of such a majestic creature. She was everything--beautiful, talented, smart, tough, wise. When she sang, Mercury could believe in the existence of angels. But Eve was not without demons...and one day, they took her from Mercury forever. He found her in their shared cargo space, splayed along the now darkly-stained couch. She didn't even leave a note.

Personality

After losing their parents and sister, a series of truly tragic romances, and a harrowing experience with a particular Exec that tried to buy (and then capture, when Mercury refused) them, Mercury keeps all people at a less-than-healthy distance and can't stand most of them, though you wouldn't know it from their interactions. They've mastered the art of being disarmingly charming, and can make almost anyone feel adored and flattered while keeping themself out of harm's way.

On the surface, they're the most friendly and gregarious person you've ever met--especially for a place like Night City. But inside, they know that people bring pain and danger--and worst of all, they always eventually leave.

Values, Beliefs, and Motivations

Above all things, they value these two: their sister and their word. Despite their estrangement, Mercury still considers Rhapsody their whole heart and would do anything for her--except sell out and join her serving the wealthy and powerful. It hurts him to be estranged from her, but he'd never admit it.

They've seen too much bad in society to truly trust people anymore--and yet some small shred of hope still glimmers within their soul. A hope that people are, in fact, innately good and kind--they're just driven to misdeeds by societal pressures, fear, and hurt. Despite his superficial cynicism, his music and speeches show a very different side of him. One that they rarely show off-stage. One that inexorably draws them back to people, despite their need to protect themself.

And just because Mercury doesn't believe in trusting others doesn't mean they are equally untrustworthy. Oh, they'll lie--all day, any day. But if they give their word, they will abide by it, no matter what--which is why they give it so sparingly.

Mercury is subconsciously haunted by the constant rotation of abandonment and the cruel reality of their childhood, but they repress it by being constantly busy. If they have too much downtime, they begin to spiral out of control. So they are constantly writing new material, doing shows at nightclubs all across the city every night, and occasionally sinking into the arms of whichever patron was just eager enough to play and interesting enough to be worth the time and effort.

They believe that if people would stop catering to Execs and corporations and band together against the oppressive technology of this age, life would improve for everyone--something impossible to achieve under the current regime.

That's not to say they don't approve of (or use) tech--they absolutely do. But Mercury knows tech has gone too far, and that corporations have made everyone dependent on their technology (and by extension, the corporations themselves). So, they speak against corporate rule and plutocracy, advocating for turning to history as a means of fighting against their oppressors--particularly the French Revolution.

Stats

Mercury is built for negotiation, persuasion, charm, and rapid escape. They are, quite literally, a lover--not a fighter. Cyberpunk RED does not offer character progression in the same sense as some other TTRPGs, so their stats will largely stay the same unless we have time and money for gear and cyberwear upgrades.

Base Stats

Skills

Intelligence: 7/8

Reflexes: 8/8

Dexterity: 6/8

Technology: 6/8

Cool: 7/8

Willpower: 6/8

Luck: 7

Move: 3/8

Body: 5/8

Empathy: 5/7 (lost some due to implants)

I've invested extra points into the following skills:

Conceal/Reveal Object (INT)

Concentration (WILL)

Perception (INT)

Athletics (DEX)

Contortionist (DEX)

Stealth (DEX)

Brawling (a bit) (DEX)

Evasion (DEX)

Acting (COOL)

Conversation (EMP)

Human Perception (EMP)

Personal Grooming (COOL)

Persuasion (COOL)

Streetwise (COOL)

Trading (COOL)

Wardrobe & Style (COOL)

Education (INT)

Language (Streetslang) (INT)

Language (Creole) (INT)

Local Expert (INT)

First Aid (TECH)

Pick Lock (TECH)

Pick Pocket (TECH)

Player Note: You'll notice some visual cues from Crowley (Good Omens) and maybe Freddie Mercury, because they were my initial inspirations for their appearance. However, nearly everything about the character, from country of origin to number of past loves, was rolled for on a table--I just added some extra color to them. Also, I have no experience with the Cyberpunk games prior to this invitation, so anachronistic criticism means nothing to me.

#oc: mercury #ttrpg character #i have no idea what i'm doing #but i love them very much #and i'm quite certain that the other very combat-specialized characters are going to get them killed #so they may have to be immortalized in a short story #i'm just sayin'

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please ask an Elijah Mikaelson oneshot where his family meets her girlfriend which is a Lawyer? Thank you.

Oh yes

Warnings- Fluff, cute Mikaelson family stuff

Hope stared at her uncle making him look up from his book and look at the sixteen year old with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes Hope?"

"You are dating someone uncle 'Lijah." Hope said as Elijah blinked getting flustered making Hope smirk one she inherited from Klaus.

"No.....I am not."

"Yes." Hope said rubbing the red lipstick stain on Elijah's collar making him flush as Hope's eye twinkled with mischief that made Elijah nervous.

"Dad! Uncle Elijah has a girlfriend!" Hope called out this made Elijah wanted to hide as the siblings came in. Rebekah leaned over see the red lipstick stain and smirked.

"Who ever she is. She has a lovely taste in red."

"She must be something if Elijah is hiding her from us." Klaus says smirking seeing how flustered Elijah was just as Elijah's phone rang. The siblings and Hope stared at the phone as Elijah was quick to grab it to answer.

"Hello my love."

'Eli, I finished my case early and thought we could have dinner together.' Y/N said over the phone and Elijah smiled feeling his siblings stare at him.

"Sounds lovely but I was thinking that maybe you could meet my family."

'That sounds awesome. I'll see you later, love you.'

"I'll pick you up and I love you." Elijah said forgetting about his family for a moment as that how it was for him when with her. Y/N had an uncanny ability to get Elijah forget about his problems and feel unconditionally loved.

"She most be something if our brother says I love you."

"Must be Finn." Kol says smirking as Elijah sighed feeling like he was going to regret letting meet his special lady.

Elijah went to pick up Y/N at her apartment a place he had been number of times and unlocked the door just to see Y/N stepping out of her bedroom. Y/N looked gorgeous, dressed in his favorite black dress that hugged her curves perfectly long sleeves and low cut enough to see the ample of her breast. Her black curls down her back in their natural style.

"You look breath taking." Elijah breathed making Y/N flushed tucking a curl behind her ear. Y/N smiled walking up reaching up fixing his tie before pulling him down kissing him making him hum gripping her thighs pulling her close deeping the kiss.

"Missed me or something babe?" Y/N teased wiping the red lipstick off of Elijah's lips as he smiled hands moving long her sides.

"You and I haven't seen each other since you been working so hard."

"I apologize. Oh before I forget." Y/N said hurrying to her room coming back out holding a small box giving it to Elijah who raised an eyebrow.

"Now baby you didn't have to." Elijah said opening it seeing a pair of nice cufflinks as Y/N smiled putting them on his cuffs.

"Elijah, I told you. I'mma upgrade you if we start dating." Y/N said kissing his jaw before pulling him out to get to dinner.

"Why are you here Hayley?" Rebekah asked as she set the table seeing the hybrid who was dressed a little too showy as if she was going to try get Elijah's attention.

"Want to see who Elijah is trying to replace me with."

"Uncle Elijah is here!" Hope said rushing to the gate wanting to meet Elijah's girlfriend first. Elijah walked in with Y/N who was smiling at Hope talking quietly as Hope pulled her along.

"Everyone this is Y/N L/N my girlfriend." Elijah said inducing the woman as she shook their hands learning their names. When Y/N got to Hayley, the female hybrid just raised an eyebrow not really seeing what Elijah liked about her.

"So Y/N, what do you do?" Hayley asked as everyone enjoyed dinner asking the human questions about her. The others could see just how much Elijah adored Y/N and they were happy for him as Elijah deserved to be happy.

"I'm a lawyer."

"Oh? Must be low paying. You could have been better off as a secretary " Hayley said looking the woman over as Elijah smiled gently grabbing Y/N's hand kissing it.

"Actually Hayley, Y/N here is a high paying lawyer most of her clients are rich women."

"Or how else could I spoil Elijah." Y/N teased as Rebekah brighten up at the idea that Elijah was the one being spoiled for once and not him spoiling someone. Hayley spent the rest of dinner jealous that everyone seemed to like Y/N.

"Okay let's say I stabbed a man hitting on my fiancee and he is threatening to sue me. Could I win?" Kol asked as the family settled in the den while Elijah and Freya was clearing the table. Y/N smiled sipping on her glass of wine as Hope sat next to her as the tribrid had really took a liking to the mocha skinned lawyer.

"If you have witnesses to prove that he did then yeah. If you need a lawyer I'll be happy to help."

"I would like that."

"So how did you meet Elijah?" Hayley asked watching the woman soften thinking back to when they met.

"I wasn't paying attention around me as I was on a call when Elijah pulled me out of the way of a car. We just felt this connection, like sparks flew."

"I know a black beauty when I see one and would be a fool to let her go, my love." Elijah says softly kissing Y/N's temple as the girls awed founding it adorable while Hayley rolled her eyes.

"I am surprised that you won them over."

"Eli, I am a lawyer. It is my job to win people over." Y/N smirking as she climbed into bed with Elijah. Y/N giggled as Elijah pulled her on him smiling when she nuzzling her face in his neck.

"I am aware. You should make them your famous French toast in the morning."

"Do you think I should? Or are you just trying to get some?"

"You caught me baby." Elijah said kiss her head as they relaxed ready to fall asleep until Hope came flopping on Elijah making him grunt.

"Night uncle 'Lijah."

"Goodnight Hope." Elijah said chuckling not minding that the young tribrid had joined him and Y/N in bed. Elijah sighed listening to his two favorite girls fall asleep before sleeping his self glad that his family liked Y/N as he could see her as his wife.

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson imagine

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conchshell · 2 years

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For the fic title meme: how about your blog title? Raison D'etre!

So this ended up much longer than I thought it would be and it kinda turned into a small drabble, but I hope you don't mind!💛

Ask Game: send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

Of all the skills he'd picked up during his time in the apocalypse, drawing was the least expected.

It all began when he unearthed some drawing supplies from the rubble, items which inexplicably joined the tinned goods rattling around his wagon. And to begin with, his drawings were rough and naïve. He'd never been a particularly creative individual, his mind more naturally drawn to sequences and statistics; creativity was something he'd always applied to the likes of Klaus, Allison, and Vanya - never himself. But nevertheless, there was something rather enjoyable about scrawling across any available flat surface, and in a world without rules, without people, the landscape is his canvas.

His first shelter, if you can even call it that, as it only consists of three walls and half a roof, is decorated with views of the academy; the kitchen, his bedroom, the training hall. Later, when the first of the many sandstorms hit and he's forced to leave, the art materials come with him.

His second, and the last, of his shelters is the Argyle library. He can't believe his luck when he comes across it, because although half of the structure is missing the books are still there, and he spends the first month sifting through the rubble in search of anything related to mathematics and quantum physics. And unlike his last shelter, the walls of this one are littered with equations and theories, the text overlapping in places until they are mere inky smears.

He's got a sketchbook now, filled with drawings of his family. Part of him says that it's silly to be sentimental in a time like this, but the other part of him, the part of him that still wakes up in a cold sweat after nightmares of their lifeless bodies, clings to the sketches in the hope he can see them in the flesh again. Living and breathing and alive in front of him.

It isn't until decades later, when he's sat beside his niece with a pencil in his hand, that his unexpected talent is revealed to the family.

"Whoa!" Claire plucked the paper out from under his hands, holding it up in the air to admire his handiwork. "That looks just like me, you can draw really really well."

"That's actually..." Allison squinted, looking thoughtful, "...pretty decent. When did you learn how to draw like that?"

"In the apocalypse," Five shrugged dismissively, sharpening his pencil. "For the cost of a decent cup of coffee I take commissions."

"Oh, do me next! I make great coffee," Klaus grinned, hurriedly slipping into the chair opposite him and gazing over his shoulder, resting one hand delicately against his chest. "Is this a good pose? My left side is my best side."

Diego snorted, but otherwise remained quiet, too enthralled in the movement of Five's hand. And half an hour later when he was finished, Klaus didn't hesitate in leaning across the table to admire it. "That's amazing, I'm going to frame it and hang it in my room,"

"Narcissist," Diego coughed. Klaus elbowed him in the side.

"The likeness is uncanny," Allison said, clearly impressed. "Seriously, it looks just like him."

Of course it would be. He'd spent years drawing them, committing their faces to memory and gazing at their charcoal likeness when the loneliness was overwhelming, when the days were long and his stomach ached with hunger. He probably knew their faces better than them. He knew the curve of their noses and tilt of their eyes, the way their smile carved creases in their cheeks and under their eyes. He'd found photos of them in the apocalypse, glossy paparazzi shots of Allison on the red carpet, and flyers of boxing matches with Diego, gloved fists raised in defence.

But he'd always liked drawing them. He felt closer to them that way.

"It's nothing," he said, hating how his voice caught in his throat. "Well then, who's next?"

#me: wow I could actually write this into a fic #all my unfinished WIPs: 😭😭😭#thank you so much for the ask! I had a lot more fun with this than I thought!#artist!Five is headcanon of mine - alongside pianist!Five #Five Hargreeves #Number Five #The Umbrella Academy #tua #asks #my writing

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[initial reactions] Legacies 4x15 - Everything That Can Be Lost May Also Be Found

Positives of the episode:

HOPE IN NEW ORLEANS EVEN THOUGH IT'S ONLY ASTRAL PROJECTION.

HOPE WANTING BEIGNENTS. JUST GIVE HER BEIGNETS!

Rebekah telling Hope: "Welcome home, Little One."

Hope explaining Star Wars to Rebekah, a thousand-year-old vampire who spent the majority of the 21st century daggered in a coffin. Rebekah:

As Ampire Diaries Podcast's likes to joke: Does Rebekah even know about the moon landing yet!!! Bex won't know about Star Wars!!!

THE AUNTS! Trying to talk sense to another wayward Mikaelson.

But also:

BIG BROTHER MARCEL.

He knows his baby sis so well.

Also, it's telling that Hope's all claws and barbs with her aunts but not with Marcel.

Hope is always drawn to Marcel's Percival toy soldier! You can't make me believe that Marcel stayed away from Hope willingly, not after his promise to her.

AND A VINCENT MENTION. I'M OVERCOME.

I missed NOLA. Hope misses NOLA but it's painful for her to visit. She also missed beignets!

But also, Marcel is the one to get Hope to agree with him because among the whole family he's the only one who's raised a surly, powerful teen before.

Also, at first, I was put off Elijah did not have a funeral, but now I think it's because Rebekah and Freya held a funeral for him earlier. They know about Hope's complicated feelings for Elijah.

1 v 1 of Hope and No!Humanity Hope is better this episode, thank god.

young!Ric btw looks uncanny valley.

Cleo looks amazing btw and Cleo becoming a seer feels like a logical step from her muse powers.

JEN ASKS LIZZIE OUT. Lizzie is not opposed to it but has her own agenda. Also, Lizzie knew how to plan a good date, except for the last part where she overplayed her hand.

Horse girl Jenny Boyd enjoyed the horse scenes a lot!

LOL, the budget of Legacies isn't enough to get the full set of the courtyard compound up. So now Klaus's 'funeral' is in Rousseau's which sure Klaus would appreciate for Cami reasons but also Klaus would be bitching to Rebekah and Freya about how cheap they're being about his funeral.

Humanity!Hope to No Humanity Hope: "You're the most emotional person I've ever met. And I know Lizzie Saltzman." (LOL again bringing up Lizzie when you don't need to Hope/s).

My one wish after all this and things are back to relative normal: Hope keeps No Humanity Hope's dress sense.

Lizzie being back in Salvatore school after Jen told her it's the right thing to do -- more and more that RPG simulation is showing how wrong it is because it didn't have all the facts.

And now both Hope and Lizzie are back in school.

So I think the bisected Hopes are something similar to what happened to Raf in season 1. Two halves of her brain fighting over dominance and the clown poison caused the split further. I think Hope won't be able to merge back together if she hasn't accepted that both No Humanity and Humanity versions of her are important.

Since it takes a god to defeat the god I'm betting the end of this is Hope leveling up to the power levels of a god.

Nitpicks:

Writers and math, I swear! Rebekah and the family haven't been gone for just 3 years! They haven't been involved in Hope's life for around 5 years!

The 2-year time gap between The Originals and Legacies. Hope was 15 years old in season 5 of The Originals, and she was 17 in Legacies. There's some retcon of ages too since Josie and Lizzie are now only 1 year younger than Hope.

The premise of Legacies season 1 literally says this:

Legacies follows Hope Mikaelson, the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, who is descended from some of the most powerful vampire, werewolf, and witch bloodlines. Two years after the events of The Originals, 17-year-old Hope attends the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted.

A year has passed at the end of season 2, which means Hope is 18 in season 2, the twins are 17. Time is more nebulous between seasons 2, 3, and 4 but let's say another year has passed after the season finale of season 3 since there was a time gap of a few months after Landon died. It's enough time in months that people are losing hope about finding him. We can say that Hope might be between 19-20 when she turned and since Lizzie followed soon after, I feel it's a good bet that Lizzie is around 18 years old.

So whatever the time between when the family last saw Hope, it was more than three years.

Also, I mean, I guess it's a reason why the family wasn't around but as Hope told Hayley. A PHONE CALL ISN'T HARD.

And not attending parent-teacher conferences?? MARCEL wouldn't let that happen.

Speaking of Marcel, I'm still LOL at Marcel wearing Elijah's suit. I don't buy Marcel wearing Elijah's suits!

Marcel still has some complicated feelings for him, not least because Elijah killed him and not once apologized for it. ('I will never forgive myself' is not the apology Elijah thinks it is).

Part of the negative: I really think we could've done without Kol. Why can't we keep the Daniel Sharman version? I liked him.

I know they talked about having kids but 'possible to conceive like Hayley did'.

NO. I don't know why y'all brought that up. Hope is just a kid herself. WTH.

I don't want to think of all the fandom evil theories about Malivore using Landon so Hope can have to carry a Malibaby. NOPE. SCRUB MY MIND.

Also, feels reductive to have Hayley brought up in this episode for just point. Hayley was more than a surrogate womb

#legacies spoilers #legacies 4x15 #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #tv: legacies #initial reactions

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The Mikaelson’s Mother {Mikael Mikaelson} - Chapter 2: The Vow I Swore A Thousand Years Ago

The Vow I Swore A Thousand Years Ago

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "The Originals", which belongs to it's rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "The Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me and the story you are getting the idea from.

Warnings: Elena bashing, Cursing, Death

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Today's Special

Seeing my child happy is one of the best feelings in the world

~Unknown

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Elena groaned, as she came to, "Rise and shine." A familiar voice taunted. She sprung up to see her own face smirking back at her. "Katherine." She hissed. "You're supposed to be in the tome."

"But I'm not, thanks to my lovely sister-in-law over there." The vampire smiled, gesturing to the blond witch who was sitting across from the sofa Elena was laying down on.

Freya raises an eyebrow, impressed. "The resemblance truly is uncanny."

Elena glared at her. Great, another psycho out for her blood. But she then smirked, but at least she has an original protecting her. "Who would be crazy enough to marry a bitch like you?"

Instead of lashing out like Elena expected, Katherine smirked. "Let me show you. Baby, come in here for a sec."

There was a whoosh of air, and before Elena could blink, Elijah was leaning against the doorway. "I see you are awake." He nodded at Elena, before walking over toward Katherine's side, and wrapping an arm protectively around Katherine's waist.

Elena's mouth hung open. "Y-your married to her!" she shrieked. "You said you were on my side!"

"Actually, I did no such thing. I told you that I would ensure the people you choose to be protected, will be. Nothing more." Elijah answered.

At the outraged look on Elena's face, Freya let out a chuckle. "I can't believe you actually thought that he would stand against our brother. Our father. Our mother."

"Your brother, father and mother?" Elena asked, confused.

Katherine rolled her eyes, "God you're slow. Here let me spell it out for you. They're brother, Klaus." At Elena's frightened look, Katherine smirked. "They're father, the destroyer, and they're kind mother, Astrid."

Elena's mouth hung open, at her baffled expression even Elijah couldn't help but smile. "I believe the word you are looking for is omg."

Elena looked outraged, well Katherine began laughing, "As if that would cover it."

"Why?" Elena finally managed to get out.

Elijah sighed, "You see, Klaus, was not my biological Mother's son."

"Astrid, Rose said she loved Klaus, she loved all her children more than anything." Elena commented.

Freya decided to fill her in, "Astrid is Klaus' mother. Our birth mother, Esther, could not bear the thought of our father's betrayal. But a woman in her time, could do nothing but watch as her husband found comfort in the arms of another."

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Esther watched in envy as Mikael clasped a golden necklace around Astrid's neck. The werewolf turned around with a loving smile, and kissed him on the lips.

The two lost in their own little world.

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"Your father was doing all this in front of your mother, didn't you care?" Elena asked, outraged on Esther's behalf.

"No, not at all." Elijah shook his head. "Ever since Niklaus was born, Esther had turned into another woman. Astrid, the woman I now proudly claim as my mother, was the one who stepped into that role. She's the one who wrapped our injuries, who helped teach us how to hunt, and comforted us."

"Plus, Esther wasn't exactly the best mother to begin with. She told me to my crazy aunt, just so she could have children in the first place." Freya added. But that was a whole other can of worms they refused to open.

"Our mother had a truly grueling birth when she had Niklaus. She nearly died." Elijah began, as he remembered the hectic day his little brother was brought into this world.

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Finn and Elijah were huddled together outside next to they're father, as Astrid's screams and cries filled the night sky.

Mikael's fists were clenched tightly, and Elijah could see various other people gather around, concerned for the soon-to-be mother.

The hut's door opened as Ayana quickly rushed outside. "She wants you in there." the woman called, a disturbed look on her face.

Men were rarely allowed inside when a woman gave birth, it was a rule very few broke. But without hesitate Mikael walked into the house.

He saw Astrid's grandmother, Helen, kneeling in front of her, the woman's lower half covered by a blanket.

Her forehead was sweaty, and her hair was sticking to her face and cheeks, as a midwife gently brushed it aside.

Astrid looked up, smiling softly at her love. "Mikael." She out out between huffs of air, she opened her mouth to say something else before another cry was forced out of her lips.

At her scream, the only man in the room was instantly rushing to her side, holding her hand between both of his.

"Astrid."

"Sh my love." The women said weekly. "Let me talk, just listen." She winced as a weak contraction hit her. "I may not survive the night, but I need you to promise me, no matter what, you will take care of our pup. Promise me."

She gently held her hand to Mikael's cheek, but the man shook his head. "No, I can't. I won't. Do you honestly believe anything else could ever matter to me once you leave this earth. If you do, I will join."

"You can't!' Astrid shouted, before crying out in pain. "You can't. The children. Your pup." She reminded him. "They're going to need you.

Mikael took one last look at her weak and pale form, and he knew.

He couldn't lose her.

Mikael stormed out of the laboring hut, and ran towards his house. He quickly banged on the door, which Esther soon opened. "Mikael" she smiled, but the man quickly cut her off.

"I do not have the time for this. You need to save Astrid's life." He demanded.

The woman's face soured, "Why would I ever do that?"

Rage consumed Mikael's face, "Because if she draws her last breath, my grief and rage will have no bounds. Nothing will be able to quell them."

Esther flinched, understanding his underline meaning.

If Astrid doesn't see sunrise, neither will she.

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"How could he just threaten her like that? She was his wife." says Elena.

Katherine rolled her eyes, "That wasn't the point. Astrid has a difficult birth, but she survived it. Mikael was hesitant to touch her for months after that. But one of the things of that time was to have as many children as possible. And Mikael still had a perfectly fetial wife. So the society of the time demanded him to have more children. As a result, Kol and Rebekah were born."

"But then, Astrid fell pregnant again. Because of her first pregnancy, Mikael put her on bed rest at once, despite her protests." Freya continued. "As a result, she gave birth to the sweetest, kindest boy. Hendrick."

"What happened to him?" Elena couldn't help but ask.

"He died. He was killed by werewolves." Elijah answered, as if he remembered that day as if it was yesterday.

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"Mother! Mother!" Klaus' cries rang as he carried Hendrick's bloody corpse.

Astrid instantly rushed out the house at her pup's cries, her own wolf already howling in grief at the scent of the blood.

Rebekah, Elijah and Kol, seeing her panicked look, followed her.

"No, no, no." She cried, seeing her child's bloody corpse in the arms of her firstborn.

Klaus gently lowered his brother's corpse in front of his mother. The woman began shaking as her finger slowly touched her son's slowly cooling body.

"I-I tried. I'm sorry. I- This i-is all my fault." Klaus cried, fumbling over his words.

This snapped her out of her daze as she gently pulled Klaus next to her. "No, none of this is your fault. You didn't know this was going to happen. You would have never wanted this." She told her son firmly.

"But-"

"Nothing. I don't blame you. Your father doesn't blame you. And I am sure Hendrick does not either. We never could." Astrid said, embracing him.

But the second her eyes caught sight of her child's corpse, tears began falling from her eyes, her children sobbing with her.

That day, Mikael came back to find Astrid sobbing in front of her son's corpse. She had already sent the children outside to protect them from the chilly, cold air. But she herself was unable to part with the body of her deceased son.

Mikael knew that could never bear to see such a sight again, no matter the cost.

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"Hendrick's death caused our father to realize that he truly couldn't lose anyone else. Lest of all, the women he loved." Elijah sighed. "So he had Esther and Anaya create the first vampires. Esther was under the impression that my father would only turn his children, not Astrid. As if our father would ever watch the women he loved perish and die. So he secretly gave the drink to Astrid as well, and ensured she completed the ritual. But after his first kill, Niklaus triggered his curse. That was Esther's breaking point. The next full moon, crying about the balance of nature, she sealed. No, she stole, not just my brother's, but my mother's werewolf side as well. The days that followed that curse, were hell on earth for the two, especially my mother who held a strong bond with her wolf."

Seeing that Elijah was unable to continue, Katherine took over. "Astrid was the pack Alpha's only child. His only daughter and sole heir. Her turning into a vampire was something he could overlook. But stripping away her werewolf side, and his grandson's as well. That started the war between vampires and werewolves. The pack would have demanded Esther's life, if Mikael hadn't already ripped out her heart in his rage at what she had done to Astrid.

Elena looked confused, "But why are you telling me this?"

"Because you won't live." Katherine smirked.

"What!" Elena panicked. "Elijah, please." She begged, hoping desperately her doe eyes that people always complemented would work.

But Elijah didn't even waver. "I know you love your brother. I happen to love mine, and my mother very much as well. 500 years ago, my mother let my Katerina go, so I may find love. Choosing to sentence herself, and my brother to centuries without they're wolves. For my happiness. I've seen how much they've both suffered, my mother especially who had a storm connected to her wolf side before it was ripped away from her. Constantly at her fingertips, but unable to reach it. And yet, she was willing to do that so I may find happiness with Katerina. So I apologize for deceiving you. But my need to ensure that the sacrifice happens and my mother and brother regain their wolves is much more important to me."

"Always and forever, is the vow I swore a thousand years ago. The one vow I will break all else for." Elijah told her.

"Always and forever." Katherine and Freya repeated, nodding.

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I edited the story up quite a bit, what do you guys think? I wanted to show they're story, and I figured flashbacks would be the best way. I'm gonna try to add quite a bit of flashbacks for Mikael and Astrid.

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Timeless (Klaus Mikaelson x F!Reader) Pt. 1

Summary: For centuries, Y/N has been Klaus’ well kept secret. An innocent soul that cherished him despite his short comings, that loved him no matter the monster he became. She was his, he was hers, and he wasn’t keen on letting that go. Of course, that kind of love is perfect leverage and the Salvatore brothers have just learned about her existence.

Word Count: 3534

A/N: Beyond excited about this one and I hope you guys like part 1! I’m not sure how many parts it’ll be but I like where it’s going so far. Enjoy ;)

PT. 2

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There was a house in the middle of what once was an empty field. He had told her it would be and, despite her doubts, standing right in front of her was exactly what he had promised. It was bigger than she could ever possibly need and she hadn't even stepped foot inside just yet. He had a habit of spoiling her it seemed. A rush of wind brought the man to her side, his sudden appearance no longer shocking her the way it used to. It was quite thrilling if she was honest with herself. "Are you satisfied, love?" He was a charming man, his smile enough to threaten her strongest of principles. Her mother must be rolling in her grave as she stood in front of him with her bare feet on the ground.

"It's far too much, Niklaus." She was always radiant when she smiled, the sight enough to warm even his cold heart. It was unfair to say that he had taken her, though he was sure that's what the village thought once they found her empty bed. The truth was he had grown quite fond of the human. She saw him in an innocent light that he swore had left long ago. He wanted to keep that and he didn't have to compel her to do so.

"It is just what you deserve." There's no hesitancy when she takes his hand, onlookers no longer around to judge at the simple act of affection. He tugs her gently, opening the door to more than just a new home. It was a new life.

The inside took her breath away. It was decorated as if she was royalty, the floor smooth underneath her with no fear of splinters and the walls decorated with paintings that she used to only dream of seeing. He let her go, smiling to himself at the wonder that was on her face as she moved from room to room. To him, it was modest living, but she reacted just the same as the first time he took her to his family's manor. He planned on keeping it that way.

"Did you paint these for me?" She stared at a face she only ever saw in the river, her own eyes unblinking with a coy look that only Niklaus has seen. She had never posed for him and yet the resemblance was so uncanny it distracted her from the grand fireplace that it hung above. Her young heart told her it was love.

"Some. Others simply came to fruition." He was behind her, admiring the way her heart picked up as his breath ghosted along her neck. "You haunt my mind far too often, love." He whispered, nosing his way to the vein that seemed to pound with her nerves. He pressed his hand to her waist, the touch the closest the two have been in the time they've known each other. It was easy for him to find a common whore or a snack, he didn't need that from her. She was something else to him and, to some degree, she knew that.

"Will it hurt?" Her words were almost a whimper as she waited with bated breath, unsure whether she was more excited or nervous about what was to come. He had promised her the world on a platter and it was finally time for him to deliver.

"Not for long." His voice became rough as he pushed her body back against his, the movement practically forcing his teeth into her soft flesh. She had expected a scream to echo through the woods but all that came was a gasp as she felt the blood leave her body. He turned her around with a flick of his wrist, blood staining his smile as he looked down at her. "Are you ready, my love?" He purred. All she could do was nod. He kissed her like they had been married for years and the world wasn't there to simply judge their sin. It was addicting. He reminded her of sharks she once saw a fisherman pull in from the water but as she watched him bring his own wrist to his mouth, she knew he'd never be caught as they had. He cradled her head as she suckled at the wound, looking up at him with such innocent eyes as his blood stained her insides. "It'll be you and I, love. And when the time comes, we will rule." He whispered against her hair, staring at the painting instead of focusing on what had to be done. "My Queen, Y/N." With a snap, she fell into his arms.

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In the beginning, she was only allowed to feed from him. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, time something that was compelled away from her from the very first day, but there came a time where he couldn't continue his visits. He was nothing if not paranoid and if an enemy learned of her whereabouts, hell would be a welcomed experience. This led to his presents. Whenever the hunger started to fester in her gut, a human would find themselves lost at her doorstep with a gift from her beloved in their hands. It made her heart soar and her eyes turn blood red every time. Though her sweet cottage seemed to be timeless, it was through these visitors that she realized time was changing. The raggedy dresses and scuffed feet slowly morphed into harsh silhouettes and too tight clothing. The amount of skin shown was enough to make any woman faint but she was only ever intrigued. There was no need for much clothing at her home, outfits only changing from day to night and whether she was going for a walk or gardening. Yet she found herself stealing the clothes off her guests before disposing of them for her forest friends.

She was wearing a sundress in her garden when she sensed a presence. She stood gracefully, brushing the dirt off her with a calm despite the stranger on her property. "Who are you?" She still held her old accent, her gifts never speaking long enough to adopt anything new. The man seemed shocked at seeing her as if she was the one intruding and not him. He was well dressed; wearing a tuxedo despite the harsh sun above them, and she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she knew the man.

With a speed she'd only ever seen in one other man, he suddenly stood in front of her. "Remember me."

She blinked, confused as her mind fought against the centuries of repressed memories. "Elijah?" Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him; the joy from reuniting with him outweighing the knowledge that she was practically naked in front of a man that wasn't Niklaus. "Where have you been? Niklaus was quite worried for you last I remember." She pulled away, finally noticing the state of dress she was in. "Is this acceptable now or shall I go change?"

"You're overdressed compared to the people out there, Y/N." He smiled softly at you, gesturing for the two of you to head inside. You immediately headed towards the kitchen, excited to use your new tea kettle and stove for someone besides yourself. "And as for my brother, he had kept me asleep for almost a century until he needed my assistance again."

To some degree she knew the outside world was nothing like the one she had left behind. But to hear a century had passed without her knowing, it was startling. "Has it truly been that long since I last saw him?" It felt like just yesterday that Niklaus had sat with her by the fireplace, humming a tune as she combed her fingers through his freshly cut hair. She wondered what he must look like after so long, whether his hair was still touching his ears or if he adopted the short style so many men wore that passed her door frame.

"He's quite apologetic about that. The small ounce of humanity he has these days is used towards you." She puffs with pride at that, glad that she wasn't forgotten despite what some may think. The kettle cut through the comfortable silence between statements, reminding her that Elijah was a guest and not just an informant. "He wanted me to check on you."

She paused as she stirred the tea cup, the act of care seemingly foreign from her Niklaus. "Someone is after him then?"

Elijah didn't know whether to smile or sigh, instead just taking the tea with thanks. There was a reason his brother adored her so passionately and it was moments like this that made Elijah see why. "He's close to breaking the curse."

Immediately, her eyes lit up. She adored living in her cottage, loved the presents and fresh air, but Niklaus being free meant she would be as well. She could see the world for what it currently was, maybe even feel a day pass by. "Does that mean you are staying? I can't imagine Niklaus offered as much."

Elijah did laugh then, "No. no. Just checking on you. Making sure no one has come that shouldn't have."

She nodded, somewhat lost in thought as she continued to stir her tea. With the presence of the elder original in front of her, thoughts that left with his presence were coming back. "Elijah, may I ask you a question?"

"I will do my best to answer."

"He has only taken time from me, yes?" She doesn't meet his eyes, the guilt of doubting Klaus causing her heart to sink to her stomach. He had explained his reasoning for it so perfectly, she had never questioned it for a second. She didn't want to learn that the reason she didn't was because he didn't want her to. "He hasn't compelled me anymore, has he?"

"Not that I know of, Y/N." She nodded, still lost in her thoughts and the new emotions that were spiraling in her head. It wasn't that he wanted her to be perfect, he just wanted her to be happy in his inevitable absence. "He'll come to visit soon. I must be leaving." Elijah was gone before she could say goodbye. It wasn't until she was washing his cup that she realized she could still remember he had even visited.

Later that night, with only the moon to judge her through her window, she let her questions of the world flood her mind. Niklaus had spun stories of what would happen when he was free of his mother's curse, of the army he would build and lead with her by his side. She was never one for violence or gore but if it meant being by his side in broad daylight with more than just the forest as witness; it was worth it to her.

She woke up to a silhouette in her room. It was far too soon for her to be receiving another gift and far too late in the night for Elijah to be back. "Niklaus, I do not appreciate your scares, darling." She mumbled into her pillow, eye barely open as the shadow danced around her room. She blames the sleep that still plagued her mind for not seeing soon enough that it looked nothing like her lover. Or that it disappeared before she could raise her head again. "Niklaus?" A rush of wind caused darkness to bloom for a different reason than the night and no matter how hard she tried to fight, it was useless. She was taught to be happy and caring, never taught to fight or protect. There was a poke at the side of her neck, next to the scar Niklaus had left so long ago, and instead of pleasure coursing through her veins all she could feel was pain. When it became too much, the slight burn turning into a wildfire in her borrowed blood, her body shut down, allowing the shadow to take her from her home.

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She wasn't fond of the quarters she was being held in. It was small and…dirty, she hardly wanted to get up from her rusted chair in fear of stepping foot on the disgusting floor. Niklaus had truly been spoiling her if this is how the people lived these days. Far away, she could hear unknown voices arguing and the fact that she couldn't hear their words clearly caused her to worry for her ears. When she couldn't break free from the chains around her wrists, she realized there was more to be worried about than her hearing capabilities. The arguing abruptly stopped in favor of footsteps that were getting far too close for her comfort. She remained calm, even as the small window of the door snapped open to reveal eyes she's never seen before. She tilted her head, "Hello. Who may you be?" The eyes widened slightly before the window closed and she was left alone once more. "Bit rude." She mumbled, straining to hear the whispers on the other side of the door.

"How long has he had her?" One whispered, pity coating his tongue even at such a low volume. She always hated the dreadful emotion.

"They had met a hundred years or so after we were created." She knew that voice, better said she remembered that voice.

"Elijah?" Betrayal choked her, causing the words to come out strained and far from ladylike. He winced at the sound, focusing on the brothers in front of him instead of the woman behind the door.

"She's no harm to you, the chains are unnecessary." He cleared his throat, adjusting his suit in favor of not having to think about his actions. His job was to look out for his brother; this was a part of that. "I will warn you that once he sees she's gone, nothing will be able to stop him from getting her back."

"We'll drain her by then." The word drain caused panic to course through her though it felt muted despite the circumstance. Perhaps Elijah knew more than he wanted to admit when it came to her and Niklaus. She couldn't see how this was the correct response instead of simply telling her.

The door opened, the two unknown voices left and Elijah long gone. The one with brown eyes and an apologetic smile was the first to step forward, acting as if she was a wounded animal and not a captive. "He won't be happy with you."

Blue eyes laughed, darker than his counterpart yet she was less offended by him. "We’re counting on it, sweetheart."

Her eyes practically popped out of her head at the nickname, Niklaus forbidding anyone from being so crass with her. She struggled in her chair, uncomfortable all of a sudden. "It'd be best to let me go. I don't like seeing him hurt people."

"I can't believe this." Blue eyes chuckled to himself, looking at the other man like she had said something outrageous.

"I'm sorry about my brother, he can be…rude." Brown eyes looked at her as if she understood the sentiment. Niklaus was never rude towards her, even as he told her stories about daggering his siblings he said it in such a sweet tone it almost seemed like just that; a story. "My name's Stefan. That's Damon. We're here to help you."

"I'm not in need of any help, thank you." Damon, as he was called, was getting far too close to her.

"You are." Stefan grimaced for a second, the expression warning her of what was about to be done. "And I'm sorry."

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He had come bearing good news, a smile on his face that the sun could only hope to rival. It had been far too long since he saw his queen; the downfall of New Orleans, his only home, leading him to protect the one thing he still had. Her. And as the years turned into decades turned into half a century he realized the only way he could be with her was if he was free. He threw himself into finding a way to break his curse then more than ever, vowing he wouldn't return unless he was sure it could be done. Now, not only was he sure but it was practically done. He could imagine her face as he told her, the pride that would swell in her chest as she hugged him in celebration. He wished nothing more than for her to be there when the time came and, when imagination was no longer enough, he decided to get her.

The smell of flowers overwhelmed him as he stood at her doorway, her love for gardening never dying as the years went by. He knocks on the door only to be polite, she was never a fan of being surprised with his presence. "Darling, open the door won't you?" There's a slight timber in his voice, something she could never resist after hearing especially after such a long time apart. Her mind might not know the years that passed but her body certainly did. When there was no response, the door not opening to reveal her beauty to him, he huffed in aggravation. He adored waking her up but only after she had fallen asleep with him next to her. Otherwise, it was a nuisance. The fact that the door was unlocked didn't alarm the original, she was never a paranoid soul and the only people she saw were those he sent to her. "Wake up, love!" He throws his jacket towards the living room towards a lounge chair that had always been there but it falls to the ground with little noise. He was too focused on seeing her to notice the knocked over furniture. "Y/N, you couldn't possibly be this tired-"

There's a stark silence as he looks at the scene in front of him. Her bed is unmade, the side left for him uncharacteristically messy with the blanket pooling to the ground. The mattress was askew, almost titled as it hung off it's frame. If he did not know her loyalty like his own mind, he would assume she had a lover. He turned, finally seeing the trail of damage that she had left as she was torn from her bed; fingerprints dented into the doorframe next to his head. Someone had taken her from him and she had fought with everything in her. If the anger hadn't already consumed him he might have felt pride. With clenched fists he stalked around the cabin, looking for any hint of whoever dared to steal his queen with bloodied eyes. He screamed until there was no more breath in his lungs, the rage he felt only building with the sound, and he hoped the brothers could hear it from where they were. A warning before death knocked down their door.

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She had stopped screaming when the last drop of blood had left her now scarred body. Stefan may hate the sound but Damon seemed to revel in it. She may not have much power but she could take away the satisfaction he got as he shoved fire down her throat. She wasn't sure what it actually was but the burn it left behind seemed never ending and, soon, all she could do was sit and wait. He would come for her, she knew it somewhere deep inside her.

There's a somewhat gentle slap on her cheek, jostling her head from one side to the other, "Wake up, princess, we got some questions for you." Y/N opened her eyes the slightest bit, glaring at the blue eyes that stared back at her. "There we go. Now, where did Klaus snatch you up?"

The sight of a living statue walking towards her flooded her mind, her heart beating just as wild as when she first saw him. "Greece." She mumbled without realizing, lost in a past life that felt like a dream. The haze that clouded her mind dissipated quickly as she realized what she had said to the brothers. She had meant to scoff, maybe even gain the energy to roll her eyes at the cruel men before her. She didn't even hesitate to tell him, she could hardly remember the last time that was the case. "I'd like to go home now."

"You sure?" Stefan speaks for the first time since she was captured, slumped against the doorway. It must've been days since then. "You're free to go if you want, he doesn't control you anymore." She lifts an eyebrow in confusion, ready to defend Niklaus in a heartbeat, "Before you go, we can show you around. Let you experience 2011."

His words give her pause. "2011?" His nod is lost to her as she tries to understand. Ten centuries she's been alive and all she knows is him. For the first time in her life, she feels negative towards her lover. He had stolen time from her and she was too in love to see the injustice it was to do so. She cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the decision before her, "May I have something to drink first?"

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the christmas spirit | jimin

synopsis. christmas... did you ever wonder where it came from?

☁︎ imagine park jimin having an uncanny experience on christmas years ago, with a little girl that looks just like his girlfriend...

pairing. jimin x reader genre. fantasy au + fluff word count. 3,5k

ah, christmas.

a celebration for millions of families from all over the world, during a particular day. a celebration filled with laughter, presents, love. who in this world didn’t know about christmas, its customs and magic? the answer was not astounding: no one. everyone knew christmas and knew what it represented, both religiously and culturally.

christmas was, for many, an important event. this simple date on the calendar triggered a frenzy in everyone, a frenzy that would always start months before the date. whether it was the decoration shops, the chocolatiers, the gardeners, they were all too busy to enjoy this period. a period that rhymed with joy but, above all, with benefit.

sell. sell. sell. christmas was all about it. the shopkeepers had only this word rolling from their tongues, they, who painted their shop fronts red and green, decorating them with poorly drawn snowflakes and glittering garlands that made the most innocent eyes dream.

all citizens throughout the world were overwhelmed, but no one was as occupied as a certain city.

christunix was a city so small and remote from all that it was not on any atlas, planisphere, nor globe. few really knew where it was and what it contained. the wanderers, black-hearted, could only see from the town the multicoloured lights filtered through a thick fog that seemed to come to life if you tried to cross it.

although almost unknown to all, kept intact by this magical gate, those lucky enough to know about it were very real. they were rare and were the men and women who had kept their child’s eyes despite their passage into the adult world. they were the ones who still managed to marvel at the little things that illuminated everyday life, in their routine coloured with a monotonous grey. they were the ones who had once stumbled upon an old grimoire called “the christmas story”.

if one day you ever had this work of inestimable value in your hands, through these yellowed and worn out pages, you would discover in golden inked words that the christmas tradition was born at the heart of this mysterious village as well as the white-bearded man that would become its allegory.

the first man, who would be called differently by children all over the world, had initially only been a toy manufacturer called klaus. of this man, the inhabitants of christunix did not know many things, all too young to have known him. only his faithful companion, an immortal but old elf — with a name far too long — could boast of having rubbed shoulders with him.

every sunday, he would gather the village’s children in his cottage and tell them stories of yesteryear about his companion. the first distribution of gifts, described as catastrophic, was one of the best known and adored tales for the children. this had happened several centuries before but, for the elf, it had happened a day before. just yesterday, he was helping his friend make toys, just yesterday he was riding in a flying sled to distribute billions of gifts to kind children from around the world.

ah… those days were as close as they were far away.

no one, not even the grimoire, knew how klaus had died. all the rumours, each crazier than the other, circulated in the village. some spoke of a sled accident, others of natural death. however, many thought it was the winter spirit that had enveloped him when his time had come, making him disappear from the face of the earth in a cloud of snow, leaving behind his workshop, his elves, and his knowledge.

a natural knowledge which mother nature had blessed him with, and the descendants of his lineage. an innate talent, the capacity to make from a simple piece of wood a functional toy able to let children’s eyes shine. scientists would talk about a hereditary gene; the inhabitants of the village would talk about a gift.

only the sons of the klaus clan could bear this blessing. for centuries, this was how the family worked. the siblings’ first son, the presumed heir, was to take part in a ceremony on the winter solstice day of his first year on earth. when the moon was at its highest point in the starry sky, empty of all visual pollution, and the snow fell in hundreds of flakes, the one charged with reigning over the world of christmas would place the heir on a sliced tree trunk. it was said that klaus himself had used the wood of this tree to make his first toy.

if the heir were to be a bearer of the gift, then, according to tradition, a white and red aurora borealis would appear in the sky, white dust would surround the newborn’s body as a sign of eternal protection from the winter spirit.

this rare event had only happened five times, and it was long hoped that the new heir would be the sixth. snomi was not the eldest of his family but he was the only boy, making him the worthy heir of the gift. all the inhabitants of the village had hoped for his birth, a blessing. without a boy, what would become of christmas?

when it was finally announced throughout the village that a boy had been born, the inhabitants had celebrated this news for a whole week.

you see, klaus’ fifth descendant had been unlucky about his offspring, some even spoke of a curse. five children, four daughters. the last one, the boy, was thus perceived as a miracle.

for the next three hundred and sixty-five days, all covered him with presents, endowed him as if he was their own child. the inhabitants of christunix were traditional people, attached to legends and customs. knowing that this child would one day be the one who would manage christmas triggered in them a sense of pride and need to protect him.

when the winter solstice finally arrived, the entire village climbed the blue mountain to reach the highest point of their land. all piled up around the sawn tree trunk. in the centre of this elated crowd, the child’s parents, both dressed in their traditional white and red coats, stood proudly. next to them, the old elf was alternating his gaze between the position of the moon and his gold-bed watch, old of a few centuries.

“one more minute.”

the mother transferred the sleeping baby into the arms of her father, who advanced towards the tree trunk, snow screeching under each of his steps. he laid him on the wood, caressing with his huge thumb the delicate skin of his cheek. a tear of pride slipped down his cheek and landed in his beard, but no one noticed; all had their eyes turned on the sky.

“let the ceremony of the heir begin.”

the moment the old elf’s voice sounded, the moonlight aligned with the tree trunk, thus illuminating the baby’s face with a sky-blue hue. all the inhabitants began singing in an ancient language, a mixture of scandinavian and latin. with their words, they were invoking the winter spirit and the wandering soul of klaus, the only beings capable of awakening the gift sleeping within the heir’s heart.

when the last words of the traditional song rang out, the inhabitants waited for the aurora borealis to appear.

but it never came.

whispers rose in the ranks, cries echoed. what was going on? had the ceremony been performed correctly? was it a calendar error? a lot of questions demanding answers were shouted at the parents who remained frozen, disabused. a strong breeze rose in the air, running through everyone’s shivering bodies, making the baby cried.

the child did not possess the gift.

meanwhile, far away from all the chaos, in the easternmost house of the village, the screams echoed.

“put that down, sunmi! you’re going to f—” a thud, followed by crying. “fall… well… oh my god! y/n, leave that elf alone!” the oldest of the four daughters, iclyn, shouted.

hearing her first name, the youngest of the girls wobbled towards her father’s workshop while giggling. her immaculate white hair, button nose and always pink cheekbones gave her the appearance of a little angel. however, as many have said, appearances can sometimes be misleading. y/n, especially because of her age of no more than five years, was the most agitated of the fifth heir’s daughters. while the twins iclyn and lumi exuded the wisdom that came with being a descendant of klaus, the youngest perfectly symbolised the malice and carelessness of children.

still laughing, her eyes sparkling, the child entered her father’s huge workshop. toys filled gigantic shelves and the noise seemed to be a constant element in this real factory. the elves, though most of the time playful, were busy with their task.

making, painting and packing thousands of gifts was no mean feat.

“miss klaus, what are you doing here? you should be at the ceremony!”

juniper, one of her father’s closest elves, pulled her by the sleeve, wishing to bring her back to her house. this was without considering the stubbornness of the girl who planted her feet on the ground, making it difficult for the elf and his little arms to drag her back.

“don’t want to! it boring! not even cookies… cold…” she murmured, arms folded, a pout on her lips. “i want to see toys!”

“miss klaus, come back here!”

ignoring the elf’s words, the girl began to saunter in the wide aisles of the workshop. it was her favourite place in the village. to know that her father was organising all this was very impressive, especially for a four-year-old. her sparkling gaze observed the actions of the elves. she laughed when she saw one tangled in the gift paper. sometimes tiny ‘wow’ would escape her mouth at the sight of toys, all more beautiful than the other.

however, it was a very special object that caught her attention, awakening her childish curiosity.

a snowball, depicting a fireplace decorated with christmas stockings, was delicately placed on the desk where her father would imagine and design new toys. looking around her once, then twice, to see if no one was watching her, she walked silently towards the workbench too big for her. her wrinkled eyes, a sign of her intense thinking session, opened wide while a blissful smile was painted on her face.

she had an idea.

the child grabbed cardboard boxes, which would later be used to pack bicycles, and stacked them to create an almost-staircase. with difficulty—her little arms did not contain much strength—she hoisted herself to the top, nearly falling several times. when she was finally standing on the workbench, y/n took the snowball in her little pudgy hands.

“wow…”

she hadn’t even shaken it, but snowflakes were already falling on the chimney. on closer inspection, she saw that it was lighted. putting it down at its original location, the child’s curious pupils swept the office with her eyes. she realised that on it was placed a gigantic map of the world. in her head, the names of the cities she already knew jostled.

her father, and her grandfather before him, kept telling exciting stories about all the cities they would visit on december 25th. these tales would change over the years, and the cities were never twice the same.

rubbing her skull with her fist, the little girl tried to remember the name of a city her grandfather would always talk about.

se…

sea…

“seoul!”

the moment the name of the city was pronounced, the snowball began to turn on its own. faster and faster, until the chimney was gone, giving way to a blurry image. the doors of the workshop opened in a big crash, slamming against the walls. a thick cloud of snow dust entered the room, long and lively as a snake, and flew around the workbench as if it was looking for someone. all the elves who had turned to the entrance at the noise tried to close the doors, but nothing helped. many were already starting to agitate, to hide under the tables, terrified. however, the girl kept her gaze fixed on the snowball, which seemed to be illuminated in a red so gleaming that she had to close her eyes, dazzled.

the last thing she felt was something enveloping her, like a huge cold but comforting cloak.

it had now been an hour since the little boy’s parents had come to wish him a good night, but sleep did not seem to want to weigh down the young park jimin’s eyelids. no matter how many times he changed positions, morpheus didn’t want him in his arms.

and for good reason: jimin was excited. christmas was now only a few days away and he had already planned his ploy. you see, it was now two years ago, when he was three years old, that the boy had made his decision.

he would catch santa claus.

boys in his class kept saying that santa claus didn’t exist. he didn’t believe them nor the nonsense they were saying. he knew, santa claus existed. every year, on the night of the 24th to the 25th, he would try to stay awake so he could see santa claus and his hood. and he had seen him! he was sure of it! the boy had even seen the great gentleman eat the cookies and drink the glass of milk he had carefully prepared.

last year, though, he had not been fast enough; while the boy had just come down the last step of the stairs, ready to make his presence known, the bearded man had already disappeared in the chimney.

sighing at this memory, jimin rose from his bed, his brown hair dishevelled. fumbling his way along not to wake his parents and little sister, he went down the stairs to get himself something to drink. maybe it would help him sleep? he’d once seen his mom do that.

as he passed through the living room to reach the desired place, a strange vision made him rub his eyes with his fists to make sure what he saw was real.

a little girl who had just appeared in the hearth of his chimney looked at him with eyes as wide as his own.

“who are you?” he asked.

she was dressed strangely. on her snow-white hair, a red bobble hat had been laid without much attention, causing it to fall before her sparkling eyes. her clothes were similar to those that jimin had seen the elves wear in the christmas movies that were on tv. the only difference was that she was not dressed in green but in red.

the stranger blinked several times before shaking her head from right to left. she didn’t understand him.

great.

as he was about to mime his question again, the little girl’s attention turned away from him and settled on the christmas tree, lit in red and gold. moving gently towards it, she touched with her little fingers the decorations that seemed to sparkle to her touch. a childish laugh, which brought snowflakes to appear in the sky, resounded in the room as she pointed to a little santa claus in felt.

“pappa!”

“no, it’s santa claus!” jimin corrected her, unhappy to know that his hero was not known to the young woman.

“min pappa!”

“hey, no! don’t touch that!” he ran towards her and grabbed her arm to remove her as quickly as possible from a drawing she was about to touch. he had put it at the foot of the tree a few days ago.

on the sheet of paper was clumsily drawn a race car that jimin had forgotten to write on his letter to santa claus. He hoped that the old red man could create him one after seeing it. this race car was the gift that mattered the most to jimin, it was out of the question that he let this weird girl approach it.

“se på!” the girl said, pointing to the windows that had just opened. following her gaze, jimin gasped, his eyes now amazed.

a glittering, almost transparent hand made of snow had just appeared in the parks’ lounge. tt wandered around in the air for a few moments, stopping to tickle the girl’s chin with two fingers. the latter, after laughing, cheeks now red with happiness, showed to this magical apparition the drawing of the car. for a few moments, the girl and the hand had a silent conversation that ended with a bright smile from the child.

jimin, who had remained motionless until then, startled when the hand advanced towards him.

“miss Klaus! you’re in a fix, i can tell you! why did you run away like that?! and in korea into the bargain!”

a small man with sky blue skin and pointed ears appeared in turn in the chimney. jimin had no time to understand what was going on that the newcomer was already grabbing the girl’s arm and pulling her to the chimney where they both disappeared in a cloud of red and white glitter.

the hand, which had hidden as if it did not want to be seen by the elf, flew again towards jimin, who, terrified, began to tremble. they remained silent for a long time, before it magically disappeared, leaving behind snowflakes and a race car.

the little boy fainted.

the peaceful atmosphere in the living room had a soporific effect on the couple lying on the couch. the christmas film—full of clichés—that was displayed on the tv screen had long been forgotten, as were the two cups of hot chocolate that no longer gave off smoke. a few snowflakes fell on seoul but seeing them, all the inhabitants knew they would not be there the next day. they didn’t mind, even just seeing snow made them happy. it would always wrap the city with its delicate white coat no matter for how many hours, painting the landscape with the christmas spirit.

jimin struggled against sleep that seemed to approach him a little more with each caress in his hair. he was slumped against his girlfriend’s chest, enjoying this moment of serenity which was discordant from their exalted daily lives. the words they were saying were whispered so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded them.

“y/n?” a ‘yes, honey?’ was heard in response, urging him to continue while the caresses on his skull became softer. “did i ever tell you that you reminded me of someone i met as a kid?”

“oh, is that right?” the woman asked, her voice muffled by Jimin’s hair in which she had buried her face.

“yes. i think I was five or six at the time… or something like that. i was young enough to believe in santa claus, basically. anyway, one night i went to get a glass of water in the kitchen. i was so tired that i had a hallucination. it was as if i had seen a girl appear in my chimney and she had summoned this weird and magical hand that made me a car. weird, isn’t it? she had white hair just like you, though.”

“hmm…”

“maybe it was a prophetic dream, i knew you were going to be the love of my life.” he laughed at his girlfriend’s cringe expression. “i love you.”

slowly, she gave him a kiss on his cheek, saying these three little words back. her caresses continued until the man’s eyes closed. smiling, she grazed jimin’s cheek with her thumb, translating in this little gesture all the affection she had for him.

her eyes swept away the apartment they shared. on the walls and shelves were scattered memories, photos; all these things traced their history, which had been going on for a year now. in the entrance, on the small table where there was a bowl with keys, behind the pile of mail waiting to be read, was placed a snow globe representing a fireplace decorated with Christmas stockings.

suddenly, the windows of the living room opened, and even though the noise startled her, it did not disrupt jimin’s sleep who was now using her chest as a pillow. a trail of snow dust appeared in the living room, twirling for a few moments around the couple before it put a letter in the woman’s hand. she hurried to open it, reading its content, written in familiar handwriting.

miss y/n klaus,

how are you? personally, i can’t even sleep as your father keeps telling me how much he misses you. everyone here does. seeing each other a month per year is too little according to the villagers.

i know your life in seoul takes up a lot of your free time. however, according to christunix’s council, it was considered judicious for you to return to the village during the week. all you have to do is take your snowball, i won’t be wrong to assume you know how to use it.

without you, it’s a bit of a mess. even if the elves work hard and your drawings are precise, it’s always better when you’re on the field to check in real-time the work that has been done. your father has, as usual, high expectations even if he is no longer in the position. he keeps complaining. you must return as soon as possible or, i assure you, the old elf will get rid of him before you can say ‘christmas’.

after all, what would christunix be without the sixth heir?

p.s. your mother and siblings keep tormenting me for you to introduce them to that boy you talk about in your letters. if you feel like it, bring him back with you. maybe it’s time he finds out what his fiancée’s job is.

kind regards,

juniper.

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