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asvterias · 2 years

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𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death, Blood, Violence & Grief

Pairings: Hope Mikaelson x Bennett!Girlfriend Witch Reader, Benzo x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Being the one and only daughter of Bonnie Bennett and Enzo St. John was legendary but dating Hope Mikaelson was superior. That all comes crashing down when a final battle comes between Hope and malivore in the form of her ex Landon Kirby.

Word Count: 3,178

Author’s Note: I tried to make this as angst as possible. If I made you cry, I'm overjoyed. This would be my first angst without an happy ending and there's definitely a part 2 following hope's humanity.

*gif is not mine, it belongs to [x]*

Starting the scenery off which traveled to the Salvatore Boarding School leading to your dorm with whom you shared with Hope Mikaelson. Right now you were both arguing on how Hope was gonna sacrifice herself to Malivore.

“I don't want or need you sacrificing yourself anymore, Hope.” You said, your arms folded as a frown tugged across your lips.

The tribid shrugged, “I'm sorry, angel, but that's not really your choice.”

You've been dating Hope for a long time to know that whenever she has her mind set on something, she would continue with that. It was one of the things that you admired her so much but right now — you're completely loathing it. Why do the Mikaelsons insist on being so god damn stubborn when it comes to their own good?

“Please be safe.” You warned your girlfriend, “We don't know what Malivore's capable of.” You finished, walking around the room, trying to occupy yourself with anything else.

The auburn beams at your worried tone and walks towards you before she cups your face gently, “Hey, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.” That only worried you more. Like, how can you not worry about her right after she typically said to not worry about her. Brushing away the small tears away from your cheek as she gave you an upward smile.

“Okay, just take this.” You took off her family necklace and gave it to her. “For good luck.” You helped her put the mikaelson necklace around her neck.

Turning back to you and she holds your hands to ease away your anxiety, “Always...”

“And forever...” You whispered back, letting hope's soft plump lips capture yours in a soft kiss.

“I'll be back before you know it, angel.” Was what she said after you pulled away. With that, she was gone, you still had an uneasy feeling about this, but regretfully you brushed it off. So returning back to your homework, your stomach still bubbled up with anticipation and unfortunately it got the best of you.

It seemed like even if you distracted yourself with something else, your girlfriend would always comes to mind. With every bad thought that came to mind, you repeatedly hit the led of your pencil harder than before as if it would calm you down. Overthinking is a real pain the ass.

Everything seemed to grew more anxious that was until you felt something stabbed you. On instinct, you clutch onto your stomach making you drop the pencil in the process and observe the pain. Once the pain subermged, you shakily raised your hand which was revealed a new fresh crimson blood. Looking at the thick liquid in horror before you looked down at your shirt which obviously caused the blood starting to seep on your shirt.

“What the hell?!” You exclaimed before your eyes widened in danger, “Hope!”

Not sparing a single second, you rushed out of the room making sure to grab your keys on the nightstand. Luckily for you, Hope told you where she was going to defeat Malivore so that gave you faith. Hopefully by the time you reach there, Hope wouldn't be dead.

Even though Hope was an unkillable creature, that doesn't mean that she had weak spots. And by weak spots, I mean the bennett witch who dearly loves her tribid girlfriend.

“Malivore, where are you?” Hope shouted, walking around careful to keep any eye out, “Let's finish this right now.”

On cue, Malivore walks out of his hiding spot with a creepy smile on his face. The body that he was possessing currently was her ex, Landon Kirby. “I eat monsters like you.” Malivore stated like that was an accomplishment.

Letting out a humorous chuckle before her eyes change color and said, “There is no monster like me.”

“Oh, great, your little girlfriend is here for the show as well.” Landon commented with a disgusting smirk on his face. His words caused hope to turn to you, her tribid eyes faltering at the sight of you. God, she was so whipped for you. Your running figure going definitely towards her.

“Hope, you need to break the li–“ You were cut off by a large gash slicing your stomach which caused you to clutch it in pain and stop mid-way stumbling on your feet. Hope lets out a surprised gasp but stays frozen in place.

Looking up vaguely, to notice a knife in his hands and also his stomach was bleeding exactly where your wound started to transform. The only difference was that his blood was black and he couldn't actually feel the pain. It didn't take a genius to know that you were now linked to him.

Stuck between whether to come to your aid or defeat malivore, Hope chose the better option at the moment – that was to save you.

“[Name]!” She yells, worry evident in her tone as she came running to you. Catching you just in time as your legs gave away. Letting you down gently against a wooden box as she swept a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I don't wanna die, Hope.” You whimpered, seeing more blood seep onto your shirt.

“You're not gonna die,” Hope hiccups, drying your own tears while trying to control her own, “Just hold on a little bit longer.” She nods her head while ripping a piece of her shirt for a bandage and she wrapped it around your waist. Pressing down on the wound to slow down the bleeding, “Please.”

Nodding back in agreement, she halfway smiles but it quickly vanishes when she sees your pained expression and another huge gash across your right cheek. The blood was intensely running down your face and now her tears were clouding her vision, can't bear to see her beautiful girlfriend in so much pain.

“Please, stop it. You're hurting her.” Hope pleaded with the enemy, “It's me you want, not her. Please, not her, she's all I have left.”

“That's the point Hope, you love her. So she suffers as well.”

The monster continued to ignore her pleas and continued to cut himself which caused you to react negatively to it. Hope was having a panic attack at the moment because her brain forced her to remember about how she promised your parents that she would always keep you safe.

And she was going to fulfill that promise, no matter what she had to do. But right now it felt like promises were going to be broken.

After the pain submerged, beads of sweat start running down your face. In the process of stopping your blood, it covered her hands. You wanted to faint at the sight of the amount of blood. Worse of all, it was yours and you couldn't magically add more into your body.

“I'm tired, hope.” You started to daze off, “One last kiss. That's all I ask.”

“No, no. I'm not giving you one last kiss because this is not the end for us.” Hope wailed, “I love you and I'm not going to lose you too. Not like I failed my parents.”

“You didn't fail your parents, Hopey. They sacrificed themselves for you because they truly did what any other loving parent would do for their child.”

“B-but I promised your parents that I would protect you,” The auburn stammers as she shook her head in disbelief, “How am I supposed to tell your parents that I failed them and got their miracle daughter – the one that they longed for — got killed in the process?”

A sudden rush of blood erupts out of your mouth and onto the floor as you started choking on the amount of blood, hearing louder sobs from the auburn. Settling your head back against a wooden box, still managing a smile on your face.

“H-how can you smile at a time like this?” Hope's voice cracks, her eyes getting cloudy again with more incoming tears.

“Guess you can say that I'm drop dead beautiful now." You sighed, "Besides I'd rather see you one last time.” Between her occasional sniffles, a little laugh arose from her lips. Her laugh had always brought you peace and joy so maybe — maybe you hoped that it would be the last thing that you hear.

“Always and forever, right?” She murmurs, bringing your hand to her lips for a gentle kiss.

“Well, isn't this poetic.” A voice taunts and Hope's face harden at the sudden interruption before she slowly turns around but you tugged on her. By doing so, Hope goes back to your attention.

“He's not important right now. We are important right now. Just us.” You concluded, wincing as you tried to fix your posture which the tribid immediately noticed and quickly helped you. “He's just distracting you.”

“Please, [name], you have to stay with me. You're my other half, my soulmate, the love of my life. I-I'm head over heels for you.” The young mikaelson started, “I've never told you how much I loved you a-and how I would marry you someday and start a family together.”

“Hope, you have to promise me something.” You let out a weakened wheezed as another gash formed across your now exposed stomach.

“Promises are f-for later. Right now all that matters is getting you healed.”

“Hope we're gonna be too late for and you know that.” You whispered, watching at how she couldn't contain to look at you in the eyes while blinking away more tears. Using your index finger, you forced her to look at you again watching how she slowly opened up her teary eyes, “You have to promise me that you'll never...under any circumstances turn off your humanity because I can't bear to know that your emotions are gone because of me.”

“Yeah, I promise you..” Hope said. You knew her tone was off was rushed because she just wanted to focus on healing you at the moment.

So with the little strength that you could muster up, you used it and pulled her in by the collar of her shirt for a passionate loving kiss. This kiss was different, it wasn't those lustful kisses that you two shared behind closed doors or just morning ones. It was one filled with compassion and longing.

But Hope knew that she had to let go because you weren't permanent in her life. Nobody could or would be permanent in the tribid's life. Oh, how Hope longed for this kiss to be a 'see you later' kiss and not a 'final goodbye' kiss.

The young Mikaelson wished that this was all a dream and you would be there to shake her awake and cuddle her so that she's safe again. She knew that she would have to face reality even if she doesn't like the outcome and who would be facing the consequences.

Closing both of your eyes, still trying to melt into the kiss and grasping the other tightly afraid to let go. Tasting the bittersweet of each other's tears as more slowly travel down your faces. At the moment, Hope didn't even care about air as she cupped your face and kissed back more passionately.

Slowly opening your eyes back, you went to say something but instead you started choking. Immediately alarmed by your interruption, Hope's eyes widen when she saw your neck getting painfully sliced opened by an invisible source and blood instantly spurted out of your neck.

The amount of distance from the two of you was a negative because some of the blood ended up across your girlfriend's face. She instantly bit into her wrist to give you her blood but was blocked by an invisible force.

“Had a witch put up a barrier spell to make this more interesting.”

He was forcing Hope to watch the life drain out of your eyes. She had to hear and see you, desperate for help. How your hand was reaching out to her. How your words broke up into pieces.

“[Name], please you can't leave me. You still have so much to do in this life.” She banged on the barrier but it was no use at all.

On instinct you gripped your sliced neck trying to close it up as quick as possible. Feeling like a fish out of water, the gurgling became repeated until most of your blood was splattering across the dirty ground. It was like someone was forcing you to drink water without any time breaks.

Until, it finally stopped. Hope's loud wails also came to a halt and her hand was practically glued to the invisible barrier.

With one gasp, your words which were literally caught in your throat and you weakly raised your hand to connect hers through the invisible spell and you began to spoke, “Hope....” With one final inhale, you finally shut your eyes, content knowing that you won't ever open them again.

And with that, your body became limp as your body hit the ground with a loud thud and the last audible sounds in your ears were Hope's heart aching screams and sobs. Banging on the invisible barrier until it finally disappeared as she immediately scurried over to your lifeless figure and cradled your head onto her lap. Ignoring the pool of blood as she rocked back and forth in grief, letting the tears out freely.

“Come on [name]. You aren't dead, come on, angel. This isn't the end for you.” Hope broke down into even more tears. She never felt so useless before in life. This wasn't the first time that she was unable to save someone she loved from death.

Dismaying you with a kiss on the forehead, she felt her own tears ran down your warm face. “I'm so sorry, angel. I've never meant for this to happen to you.”

Determination washed away sorrow as her eyes make way on your face one last time. Your face no longer had it's beautiful glow that it had once cherished. Your aura and personality was completely wiped out of existence as if it was never there. She wanted this to be all a stupid nightmare and to just feel your soothing presence. Hope had to admit that only you and only you alone can look gorgeous while being dead.

“And I'll swear to you that I'll make him suffer. And I'll enjoy every part of it.” Departing with the promise in your ear before getting up to fight Malivore.

“Oh, well, you can't save them all. You win some, you lose some,” Malivore chuckles watching Hope's angered face.

Well, your death fueled the tribid's anger even more and knowing that you had died by Malivore's hand was going to be a lot more painful. She was doing this for the school. For her friends and for herself. And most importantly, she was doing this for you. But let's be realistic here, cause even if you weren't going to be there, you would've have still died either way. This way won’t be just as painful to her.

Looks like promises were made to be broken. Stalking towards the hideous monster menacingly, while she made her blood into a self-made weapon designed just to destroy Malivore.

“This is for my beloved darling [name].” Hope spat as she sticked the stake in his heart enjoying the sounds of agony that fall from Malivore's lips. Once he finished his dramatic tactics, he dropped down to the floor dead.

For effect, lightning struck hard and shoke the earth with its defying sight. With new fresh tears filled in Hope's eyes and her eyes shifted to a yellow. It seemed like Hope was looking for her switch and eventually she found it.

Then it was gone. No more emotions. No more regretfulness or guiltness restored Hope's memory.

At the end of the night, looks like you both lost something. You lost your life while Hope lost her soulmate and humanity. Guess the saying is true; you don't really know if you truly love someone until they're really gone.

“Goodbye [name].” Hope sighed before making a huge ruckus to alarm your parents. Disappearing from your window as she sped of into the night.

“Name], what is the no—“ Bonnie's heart rate picked up at the very dead sight of you. Immediately she rushed towards your body, hoping that her own eyes are betraying her. “Enzo, come quick!”

As soon as she shouted for her husband, he was by her side in minutes and his face faltered at the limp sight of you.

“She has no pulse,” The bennett witch stressed, tears prickling her eyes as she ignored the blood which enveloped her fingers. “Maybe we can do mouth to mouth.”

“Bonnie...” Enzo started, hearing her footsteps retreating to his tall figure.

“Well, we have to do something! She's our only daughter much less child.” Bonnie practically yelled. Refusing to look at his own wife's eyes, the witch turned back to you and started a spell. Based on how powerful the words sounded, it was no doubt a very powerful spell which would clearly kill Bonnie.

Right now, Enzo felt like a bad husband and father but it looks like, he was willing to keep his soulmate alive. It was would you would have wanted.

“Please, Enzo. Let me save our daughter, please.” Bonnie begged, trying to break free from her husband's grip, “I can bring her back like Jeremy so this nightmare of ours can be over.”

“She's gone...our baby is gone.” Enzo soothed her, his heart breaking at the loud sobs from his wife, “No amount of magic can bring her back.”

“We were supposed to protect her and we failed.” She cried, gripping tightly on her husband's now tear stained shirt. “What are we supposed to do now? We can't just leave her here.”

Can't bear to look at your body any longer, she turned her head into her husband's chest as she sobbed violently, hitting his chest repeatedly. While trying to keep his own tears at bay, he held a tight grip on his wife before letting his own tears flow freely.

The sounds of loud sobs erupted from the cabin and Hope’s heart broke a little at this. The couple didn't care if anyone heard them, they just lost their entire world. Trust me when they find out who did this, there would be hell to pay.

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carmesinmagenta · 3 months

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Dark!Hope Mikaelson X F! Leitora parte 4

Você estava de mau-humor. Hope havia matado todos no porão enquanto você ficava na sala com a cara fechada. Hope passava todos os seus dias correndo atrás do que sabe-se lá o que ela está procurando e não dava nenhum pingo de atenção para você.

Ela está sem humanidade, okay, mas mesmo assim te mantém como esposa com afinco. Então a ruiva sabe muito bem que vocês têm um relacionamento extremamente sério e deve agir de acordo.

Assim que Hope subiu para cima, suas roupas sujas de sangue e seu rosto respingado, o que você não queria admitir, mas achava atraente.

A ruiva foi diretamente até você e cruzou os braços esperando alguma explicação para o que havia acontecido.

— O que foi? — Você resmungou.

— Disse para você não me atrapalhar, por que desceu lá sabendo que não ia gostar do que ia ver? — Perguntou irritada.

— Porque eu queria falar com você!

— Sobre? — Ela mudou de posição, colocando as mãos na cintura.

— Quero sair. — O pedido foi simples, mas Hope de imediato revirou os olhos.

— Estou ocupada! — Ela estava dando as costas já, o que te estressou mais ainda.

— Então eu saio sozinha! — Você disse se erguendo do sofá com raiva.

Hope sentiu inquietação perto do coração e suspirou cansada.

— Vou apenas tomar um banho, espera aí.

~•~

— Porque você é tão seca comigo? Você está sem humanidade, mas com certeza lembra como e ser carinhosa com alguém. — Você perguntou enquanto tomava mais um gole do milkshake que Hope havia comprado para você.

— O que você achou de seca que eu fiz? — Ela perguntou confusa.

— Tudo! Você não me trata como algo diferente de um lixo! — Você respondeu indignada.

— Muito pelo contrário, eu te dou muito de mim e da minha parte amorosa! Se você fosse igual os outros para mim, já teria arrancado sua cabeça pelo quanto você me dá trabalho.

— Você é tão má... — Você repetiu a frase de antes, fazendo beiço e dando as costas para a esposa, indo com seu copo de milkshake para dentro do carro.

— Eu sinceramente não entendo. — Hope murmurou para si mesma enquanto negava com a cabeça.

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justlostinautumn · 1 month

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Abandoned Part 13

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader:

After her friends and boyfriend continuously leave her in danger and abandon every plan she makes for them the Originals slowly mend her breaking heart. The gang’s enemies become her friends with her and they don’t know how to feel about it. The last straw is walking in and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her and she runs to the ones who always care for her. What will the gang do when they lose something irreplaceable?

I know that this has been a long time coming and I can only hope that it lives up to what you expected! I have questions do you want redemption for anyone? Caroline? Bonnie? Stefan? (Those are the main three that I can think of, or do you want them to also be dragged down with Elena and Damon? Do you wnat to see Alaric betray Y/N?)

Y/N & Klaus:

Y/N woke up with thumping in her head from all the drinking and fun Kat, Kai and she had. She let out a small whine looking around and noting she was in Klaus’ bed but not 100% certain how she got there. Flashes of the night before coming to her mind as she slowly began to wake. She was remembering the talking and joking with everyone and Y/N couldn’t help the fond smile that came to her lips.

She remembered a light feeling filling her chest as she realized this is what it felt like to have a family. It was a feeling that she hadn’t felt since her brother and it made her feel emotional, burying her head further into the warmth of Klaus’ bed. She felt emotionally exhausted, she had been through so much in so little time she didn’t really know what to do with herself.

Y/N licked her lips feeling the dryness in her throat from the night of laughing, drinking, singing. The ding from her phone notifies her that she just received a message. She let out a loud groan making Klaus chuckle. She blindly looked for her phone and on the screen she saw a notification from Alaric.

Can we meet? I want to talk about everything. Ric.

She had no idea what this meeting could be about but she was going to be cautious because as much as Ric is a father to her he is also Damon’s best friend. She didn’t want to be guilted back… she didn’t want to sever another tie. She couldn’t help the distrust she felt towards Alaric, he was Elena’s guardian and Damon’s best friend… she knew that no matter what he would always do what’s best for them and as much as she hated herself for thinking it she knew that she would never be able to trust him again.

Y/N didn’t want to have to get up and deal with this. She sighed as she felt Klaus’ finger trailing up and down her back and she sighed in contentment. She knew that the fun and laughter wouldn’t last forever, but she was hoping for more than just one day.

“Come on Love, we both know you can’t hide from this. It’s better to deal with it now than later.” Klaus softly encouraged her and she groaned in response knowing that he was right, but it didn’t mean that she wanted to deal with it. The thought of burying herself under a mountain of blankets or running away seemed to be a lot more appealing than actually having to face it.

“Can’t we just hide away for the day and pretend that everything is fine and I can nurse my hangover.” Y/N grumbled receiving another chuckle from Klaus and she knew he was grinning at her and she pinched his side making him yelp in surprise making her grin up at him. This is where she wanted to be and stay, in his warmth and she knew that it was too soon after Damon and she wasn’t looking to start anything new yet, but she just wanted to stop time and stay here with Klaus.

“You are a dangerous little thing.” Klaus growls and starts to tickle her resulting in her trying to push and kick him away as she shrieks. Klaus' chest filled with warmth at her smiling face and shrieks of laughter, this is where she was always meant to be with him… and sometimes under him!

“I’m sorry.” She pants and Klaus finally gives in, Y/N pouts at him as he grins triumphantly. “Meanie.”

“Come on, up you get!” Klaus rolled out of bed and Y/N reluctantly got up and walked into the bathroom to start her day. For the first time looking in the mirror, she looked at herself and she didn’t look tired… well she looked hungover, but there was a glow about her. It was the glow of happiness, love and hope.

Klaus knew this was the perfect time to get some planning done, he wouldn’t let her go alone knowing that the Scooby Gang might try something. So, he decided to send Hayley, Tyler and Enzo a text letting them know what was happening and also to ask them if they would go just in case.

Alaric & Y/N:

Y/N slipped into the booth opposite Alaric. Y/N knew Tyler, Enzo and Haley were in the Grill watching and keeping an eye out for anything to happen. Hayley had become more protective of her little sister. It filled Y/N with that warmth that she had been seeking for so long and she didn’t mind one bit. But, she also knew that it was Klaus’ doing as well, he had become more protective too. She knew it was because he had seen her cry more in the last couple of days than she has in the whole time of them knowing each other and she knew that left him on edge… it actually left all of them on edge. Y/N isn’t usually a crier… well she just doesn’t cry in front of people.

“I see you brought company.” Alaric laughed softly, he was nervous about it. He didn’t know what Tyler and Enzo might do since it was clear the side that they had picked. But, he wasn’t all that surprised about it all. Tyler and Y/N had always been close from the moment that he first met them at the school, you could normally find the two together at some sort of mischief, but Enzo was new. Enzo was Damon’s oldest and closest friend, but somehow he got pulled into Y/N’s and Tyler’s mischievous ways and that was all there was. Enzo had taken to both of them as a sort of big brother role, he would always look out for the pair much as they looked out for him.

“They’re protective.” Y/N rolled her eyes but Alaric saw the small smile. It was contentment, he could see that she felt safe with them here. It hurt him knowing that she was nervous about meeting him, but he also couldn’t blame her for it. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to trust him like he once did and it made him sad.

“So, much has changed.” Alaric looks down at his hands and there is a sadness in his voice and it makes Y/N’s heart twinge in pain. He is one of the very few people that had been there for everything, every step of the way and she didn’t want to hurt him, but she was also incredibly scared to be burnt by them all again by trusting the wrong people. She just didn’t know how much she could trust him.

“I’m single, kinda homeless, found out I’m adopted… oh and don’t let me forget I found out that I have the werewolf gene!” Sarcasm rang through her voice and Alaric looked at her with worry. Y/N looked startled at what she had just said. She didn’t mean to say that out loud… she never wanted him to know that about her, what if he told the gang? What would they do about that bit of information?

“I won’t tell anyone and I didn’t know.” Ric said softly, he didn’t want her to think that he would’ve hidden it from her. He didn’t want her to believe that he would spill her secrets to the others and betray her like that.

“I know. This has all been a bit of a shit show hasn’t it?” Y/N laughs softly, she was still stiff and anxious about the little bit of information that she had let slip. Her eyes slipped over to Hayley who was giving her a soft smile, telling her that it would all be okay. Her eyes moved over to both Tyler and Enzo and they gave her a goofy smile, but their eyes said it all. They would protect her no matter what and it made her feel safe and assured that they could face anything!

“Where are you staying now? What’s happening with everything? Do you need anything?” Alaric spoke quickly and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d always been quick to her rescue making sure that she had everything she needed and always a shoulder for her to lean on. She missed this, she missed him. He had been so busy with both Jeremy and Elena that they hadn’t had any time to catch up or talk.

“I’m okay. Klaus has ensured that I need and want for nothing.” Y/N smiled, but it slowly dropped and she let out a sigh, “I’m just at a loss. In two days my life has been turned upside down and truthfully I don’t know what to do with everything. It’s funny I always thought it would hurt, that what Damon and Elena did would break me. But, it wasn’t the cheating that hurt the most.”

“I warned Damon to be good. I told him what would happen if he hurt you. I can’t believe that any of them would be so reckless with you.” Alaric was pissed, “Damon is a complete asshole for not seeing what was in front of him and he thinks you’re just going to walk through the door and take him back like he didn’t pull a load of crap on you.”

“Alaric.” Y/N laughed, finding his protectiveness amusing, but in the back of her mind she knew that he would always forgive them. He always did. She gave him a sad smile and he let out a heavy sigh. “You know you’re going to forgive them.”

“I don’t have to.” Ric argued and Y/N just gave him that sad smile that broke his heart every time. She had that look of understanding in her eyes and he knew he was lying to himself.

“You will because Damon is your best friend and you are Elena and Jeremy’s guardian. You will always forgive them because it’s who you are. Plus, Damon has done way worse things to you and you managed to forgive him for that, you’ll forgive him for this. You love them and that’s okay, because they’re your family but I can’t… not now and not anytime soon.” Y/N let out a heavy sigh and slumped in her seat as she looked around the Grill, but then spots Caroline watching her and Alaric intensely and she stiffens. Alaric frowns when he sees the hurt flashing in Y/N’s eyes. She knew he wouldn’t come alone, but she hoped he would.

“What is it?” Alaric frowns.

“I think it’s time I head back home. I’m tired and there are still things I need to sort out.” Y/N gave him a weak smile and squeeze of his hand before she started to walk away and out of the Grill with Tyler, Enzo and Hayley following behind her. When Alaric looks around his eyes settle on Caroline who has the decency to look down ashamed of being caught even though she wasn’t being subtle about it. Alaric knew then that he had lost Y/N’s trust, even if he didn’t know that Caroline would be there with Matt spying on them. He knew Y/N already had doubts rightfully so, but with them there it just confirmed it for her.

All Alaric wanted was to be neutral to be on either of their sides, but it seemed that Damon and Elena had made his decision for them and he knew that there was no way Y/N would allow him to have another chance and risk herself being used or hurt by them.

The Gang:

Matt and Caroline had made the decision that they needed to meet everyone before Alaric could get there, they needed to know everything that they had found out. It would’ve been more if Y/N wasn’t so observant. The one thing that seemed to stick out to Caroline was how scared Y/N seemed about telling Alaric about the fact that she had the werewolf gene. When they arrived at the Boarding House they all were waiting in the lounge.

“How did she find out that she is a werewolf? How did she not know she was a werewolf?” Elena huffed, she doesn’t understand why they are still trying to get her back, it's not like they need her really. “Well she only just found out she was adopted, so maybe they left her a letter.” Stefan pointed out, he wasn’t completely happy with what was going on. “But, Klaus knew.” Damon pointed out and there was a glint in his eye like an idea had passed through his mind. “Maybe he wants to trigger her gene and then somehow turn her into a hybrid so he can have control over her through that freaky sire bond.” “We have to get her away from them.” Elena said, clinging to Damon. Damon was quick to sooth her and pulled her closer to him and ran his hand up and down her back. Stefan glared at his brother, knowing that he wanted both Elena and Y/N. “We will.” Damon nodded reassuringly, when Elena leaned up to kiss Damon, he flinched and glared down at her in confusion at why she would try and kiss him. “What if he isn’t planning to do that?” Stefan asked, trying to play devil's advocate. “It’s Klaus Stefan!” Elena whined, she was glaring at him. Why wouldn’t he just do what she said after all both Damon and Stefan love her! “Elena’s right Klaus is evil.” Damon nodded.

Caroline didn’t know what to think anymore, there was so many conflicting feelings about everything. She also knows that Bonnie is facing a crisis of faith about everything that has been happening. She had known Y/N all her life, but she cannot remember the point in which everything became about Elena... she knew that Stefan was also confused about everything that has been going on. Caroline knew that her loyalty with Elena, but she has to question how far she was willing to go for her.

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mrsriddlenott · 5 months

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The Fourth Day Of Smutmas

[smutmas masterlist] [main masterlist]

~ Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!Vampire Reader

Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.

- Klaus is obsessed but not in a creepy way, vampire reader, platonic Damon x Reader & Stefan x Reader -

Warnings: 18+ Content!!Spoiling(gift giving, promises etc),ig kinda manipulation if you squint,f!Receiving Oral.

It was no secret that when Klaus first came to Mystic Falls he had only one thing on his mind, breaking his curse. But when he first saw you from behind the eyes of Alaric, he knew there was….something….so he of course ignored it. By the second time he came around you knew all about him and he you, something about you lingered with him, leading him to look into your past which only hooked him on further.

He was a forward man, anything he wants he goes for, so naturally he was hounding you left and right for the better part of year while him and his siblings ran rampant in your town. Though you were mysteriously never hurt, mentally or physically, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. By the time Klaus was told of a plot against him in New Orleans, you were ready to accept him, his faults and all, and before he reluctantly left, you shared a heated kiss that stuck with the hybrid even all this time later.

Despite trying to disconnect himself and keep you safe from the enemies after his family and city, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you every once in a while, only feeding his desires to see you, feel you, smell you, for you. By the time Hope’s second Christmas started approaching, he realized she’d be starting to remember them soon, and decided you just had to be there so began planning to get you to enjoy the Holidays with him.

“Uh guys, you might….well you are gonna be upset but I need to tell you something,” Your voice was small and weak as you entered the main room of the Salvatore Boarding House where Stefan and Damon sat drinking bourbon. Damon, rude as usual, ushered you to speak faster as you tried to sputter out the words to tell them Klaus had left you a voicemail in the early hours of the morning to announce his eminent arrival.

“Well you see…” You were cut off by the sound of the large wooden door opening behind you allowing Klaus to saunter in with his usual air of confidence, swinging an arm over your shoulder with a smile that didn’t show his teeth, eyeing the brothers in front of him as though daring them to question his entry into their home.

“Oh come on….why the hell has Santa Klaus come to town,” Damon mocked, scoffing out a laugh as he chugged down the rest of his bourbon, standing from his seat, eyeing you with disappointment before returning his attention to the much stronger man, “We’re having one peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas this year and nowhere in that is the Original Hybrid needed,” Damon swayed his hands in a mocking manner as he spoke, he was coaxing him, he wanted to anger him and wanted to prove to you Klaus would rip his head off in a matter of seconds if it weren’t for you.

“Oh Damon,” Klaus sighed condescendingly with a shake of his head, “I’ve only come for y/n, she’s needed for my family’s….what’d you call it…” He feigned a questioning look as his eyes shifted around the room, “ah yes peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas, so if you don’t mind….”

“Woah woah woah, what do you mean? You can’t just swoop in and take y/n like she’s your property,” Stefan piped up, scoffing slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest despite Klaus’ eyebrows shot up his forehead to eye the much younger vampire.

“You are so dramatic,” Klaus laughed with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, clearing his throat before continuing, “I haven’t come to kidnap her, I’ve come to ask her you idiot, and even if I had planned to walk in here and take her….neither of you could stop me.” Klaus was never fond of you living with the Salvatores, especially Damon, but he also recognized their close bond to you and their obvious love for you. He wouldn’t hurt them unless they hurt you, he knew you would never forgive him for that and he just would not stand for that.

With a roll of your eyes you tugged Klaus’ hand, pulling him down the hall away from the brewing argument and toward your large bedroom. “Why’s this room so close to Damon’s?” Klaus’ narrowed, distrusting eyes seemed to search the room and hallway before shutting the wood against the frame and turning back to you.

“He likes to be closer so he can hear if somethings happening faster….he’ll deny that though,” you chuckle awkwardly, you hadn’t been alone with Klaus in almost two full years. Your eyes fell to his hands as he dig into his coat, tugging out a long, silver wrapped box with a golden bow on top, so neatly done that you were sure he had compelled someone to do it perfectly.

“I got you something, come here” He ushered you towards him with two of his fingers. His gravely, authoritative voice you loved so much sending shivers down your spine as you approached, unable to deny him of anything he asked of you in that tone. “There’s more waiting for you under my tree in New Orleans.” Klaus calmly stated, making you cringe slightly as you approached him, stopping only a foot in front of him before speaking.

“Look Nik, I’m sure that whatever that is is lovely and I’m sure all the others are too but if you’re only giving me that to get me to come back with you than I can’t accept it.” You sighed, meeting his eyes for only a second before watching your feet. Klaus stepped forward, almost pressing against you as the air grew warmer, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes again, genuinely smiling down to you once you did.

“No Love….this is yours whether you come with or stay and if you don’t accept my invite I’ll bring the rest to you. Whatever happens to them after is up to you, leave them, open them, donate them, whatever you want,” His warm hand moved to yours, shoving his gift box into your palm as he watched you expectantly, your brows scrunched together as you narrowed your eyes at him before realizing he was being honest.

You tore through the paper cautiously with a smile, revealing the long black velvet box that opened to reveal a simple golden necklace with a simple wolf charm in the middle, “I usually go for diamonds but I know my girl well enough to know you’d prefer both,” he stated simply before pulling out another perfectly wrapped silver package, this time much smaller. You wasted no time in ripping through and opening the small box to reveal a ring with a thin silver band adorned with a large diamond.

Your eyes shot up to his as you removed the ring from it’s confines with a shocked expression, “Now I know what you’re probably thinking, but when I propose to you that rock will me much larger and,” As he waved a hand around your room with slight grimace on his face, “we’ll be in be a much more extravagant setting….Paris perhaps?”

“Nik….this is too much I….” You couldn’t form words as you looked between the pieces of jewelry, “I can’t accept these not when Hope is so young and Hayley she deser-“ Klaus laughs at your response, eyeing you as though to ask you a question simply with his eyes, before chuckling again with a soft apology.

“Do you really think I can’t get all my favorite girls their gifts? Trust me Hope and Hayley will have plenty of presents, in fact they’re next to yours right now, if you want to get going I’m sure you’ll see them.” Klaus waved his hand towards your door, looking to you expectantly as though waiting for you to walk out before him.

“I can’t just leave with you out of nowhere Klaus,” You sighed, setting your gifts down on your bedside table before rubbing at your eyes as the man stood in front of you again, waiting for a different response, “It- it’s not that I don’t want to okay….I just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, his voice exasperated as he turned his hands up dramatically, “Come on what’s keeping you from leaving with me? I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was growing strained, he was beginning to plead with you now, grabbing at your sides as if to remind you of his ability to shield you from harm.

“My friends are here Klaus, the only real friends I’ve had for over a century, I’m not just leaving them” You spoke, narrowing your eyes to him as though asking him to reveal a hidden meaning before turning away from his touch and avoiding his pleading eyes by tiding your bed covers, adding in a small voice, “My friends who do not trust you with me by the way.”

“It’s not like you’ll never see them again, I’m not trying to hold you captive I’m trying to give you a nice Christmas.” You could hear in his voice that he was upset, he was losing patience and wanted, no needed, a flat out response, “Love, please I’m practically begging on my knees here”

“Maybe you should be on your knees,” you joked under your breath without thinking about the mans enhanced hearing well beyond yours or the vampires you’re usually around, only realizing your mistake when you turned to find his eyebrows that had shot up his forehead in surprise. His eyes trailed down your body and back up again, reading you to make sure he heard you correctly before speaking, “Sit.”

“Wha-“ His deep, dark eyes locked into yours in a silent order, halting your question before it was formed as you immediately flopped down on the bed behind you. Your wide eyes followed his actions as he slowly grew closer to the bed with purposeful steps, “You’ll be a Good Girl and tell me to stop when you don’t like what I’m doing won’t you?”

You nodded your head in understanding, putting a halt to his agonizingly slow steps as his head tilted to the side in a questioning and demanding stare, “Yes I will,” You stuttered, your throat beginning to dry, your head falling back to maintain eye contact as Klaus stopped in front of you, just to drop to his knees. His warm, rough hands surrounded your ankles, tugging them apart lightly to settle himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He smelled intoxicating, his scent wrapping you in a blanket of comfort as his hands slowly rubbed up and down your legs, stopping just before the hem of your dress each time. “Please y/n. Will you please come to New Orleans for Christmas, it’ll make my year.”

“I don’t kneel for just anyone and I think you know that,” as he spoke it felt as though his power he prided above anything for 1,000 years began to seep out of him and into you, “You’re the only woman on this planet that I can’t get out of my head, I’ve had women on every continent drooling at my feet for the better part of a millennium but you, my Darling, are the only one I will ever drool over.” Your resolve was beginning to crumble, the feeling of his soft kisses to the top of your legs between words had you sighing in contempt, your confidence growing with each second.

“What can I do to get you to join me hm?” He punctuated himself with a kiss to the center of your thigh, moving his lips higher before he spoke again, “I’ll buy you anything, I’ll do anything.”

Your hand melted into his stawberry curls, watching his lips form a smile as he realized he’d won, “You seem to love using your mouth….so maybe start there.” His eyes shot to yours, chuckling to himself at your false dominance, he loved being in control and whether you realized it yet or not, he was.

Your back slammed against your mattress in less than a second, Klaus’ firm hand held against your stomach, using his hybrid strength to keep you down. He vibrated against you with pure energy, growling against the flesh of your thigh while kissing a trail to your core, eyes going a golden yellow as the scent of your arousal filled his senses. You leant up on your elbows to watch him, the feel of his prominent fangs that would scare almost anyone else scraping your skin with each featherlight kiss building an ache in your lower abdomen, the sense of danger was overwhelming, knowing that at any moment he could dig into you, infecting you with his venom just so he could taste you. The thought of him losing control and having to cure you from the toxin with his blood had you subconsciously tugging your lip between your own fangs that surfaced from your gums at the sight of him shoving your dress upward once his lips met it.

His fingers effortlessly slipped into your lace underwear, filling the room with the sound of ripping fabric before delving into you with his expert tongue, forcing your hips to jolt up against his hold on you, “Holy fucking shit,” Klaus immediately began drawing figure eights on your desperate clit, sighing in pleasure at just your taste and immediately needing more.

You were dripping for him, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure as he lapped against you, focusing on the strokes of his tongue against your center the same way he would a brush against art. Your high was fast approaching, faster than ever before, you wigged against his grip desperately trying to ease the growing tension in your body but he didn’t let up. Fingernails digging into your flesh as you legs shook, your eyes screwed shut, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of a moan attempting to will yourself to last longer, to prolong your pleasure as though you would never feel it again.

His strokes danced between your entrance and your puffy, needy clit he was beginning to adore, wishing to give you a teaser of what awaited you in his bed in his city. His lips sucked around you, egging on your moans of pleasure from above him until they turned into small whimpers and whines of need. Your mind was hazy, it’s only focus being the tickle of his beautiful hair against your thighs, the scratch of his stubble marking your flesh as his perfect, silver tongue pulled out the first of many shaking orgasms he would give you as his Queen.

“You taste absolutely amazing,” He pushed himself forward, weighing down the bed beside you as you tried to regain focus, “If you pack quickly you may get another gift before we leave.” He chuckled, smacking at your still exposed thigh before pulling you into a desperate kiss he’d waited far too long for.

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Not proud of this one smut wise but I think it’s super cute 🥰

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d4yl1ghts · 1 month

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loss

klaus mikaelson x pregnant, fem!reader

summary: after an altercation between klaus and some werewolves, you lose you and klaus’ baby that he has grown to accept

warnings: miscarriage, death, pregnancy, torture, self-blame

Klaus had been arguing with several packs of werewolves for a few months now but you didn’t think it was so deep as for them to come after you and use you as leverage.

You were currently four months pregnant but you still didn’t carry a bump. You were so thankful, otherwise the werewolves would have killed you long before now. However, you were still worried for your baby as even stress could lead to a miscarriage.

As you sat against the wall, you let a few tears stream down your face, hoping for Klaus to hurry up and save you. Chains around your legs and arms allowed you freedom of a metre. You glanced down at your stomach worryingly. The alpha of the pack walked in dramatically. “Tell me where he is.”, he roared threateningly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where he is.”, you said quietly. “Tell me!”, he repeated as he crouched down and grabbed your chin. “He doesn’t tell me where he goes.”, you mumbled softly.

“Thomas, get the chains.”, he ordered. “I will get the information out of you.”, he whispered to you aggressively. “I don’t have any information to give.”, you spat back at him viciously. The guy named Thomas came over and handed him some chains. “Stand up.”, he commanded. You shakily rose to your feet. “Last chance.”, he stated.

After a moment of silence, he began hitting you with the chain with such violence that you instantly began to bleed. You weren’t supernatural or anything special, you were only a human. You cried out as tears slid down your cheeks at an intense rate. “Hmm.”, he muttered after a couple of minutes. “Maybe you were telling the truth.”

You passed out.

Abruptly, your eyes opens and your eyes instantly flickered down to the red blood between your legs. Shit, you thought. You glanced around and once you as no one, you lifted up your sundress. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”, you muttered. Anger seized you and you began hitting the chains around you. You then just started overwhelmingly sobbing.

You had tired yourself out and your eyes automatically closed. Suddenly, you were awoken by the sound of murder. Your eyes lazily adjusted to the light and you saw a man around Klaus’ height. You hoped it was Klaus but you couldn’t really tell as you were lightheaded and your vision was blurry as a result from the blood loss.

You felt the man gently pick you up and you looked up and saw Klaus. You smiled tiredly. He glanced down at you and softly stroked your hair. You fell asleep in Klaus’ stable hold and before long, you were resting on Klaus’ bed.

As you regained control, you confessed: “I lost the baby, Klaus.”

He looked at you sadly. “I know. I couldn’t hear the heartbeat.”, he stated as he walked over to you. “I’m so sorry.”, you said as you broke down once he sat beside you. He just let you sob into his arms. “I should be the one saying sorry. I was the reason why they came to get you and even when they did have you I should have found you quicker.”, he said. You noticed a few tears silently cascade down his cheek but didn’t mention it.

“Klaus…”, you responded. “I didn’t mean to.”, you continued. “I know, love.”, he pulled you onto his lap. “It’s not your fault, love. We can try for a baby again, if you would like. Whenever you’re ready, of course.”, he soothed your worries as he massaged your back.

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kasagia · 1 year

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hi, can you do a one-shot for klaus, where he has a crush on y/n, and they have a one-night stand, and Klaus is sad because he thinks he won't see her again, but then he gets the news that y/n n is pregnant with his daughter (reader gets pregnant, no hayley, y/n is Hope's biological mother) and klaus takes the news well, because it's someone he loves and takes the pregnancy as an opportunity to make t /n love him.

Making her love me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem! reader Word count: 7,4k (way too long, sorry not sorry) Warning(s): smut mention, panic attack (a little), swearing, and typical TVD violence. Nonsense from me: I'm so excited to post it since it's my first request/ask or whatever I should call it. I hope it's basically what you asked for, Gallus Anonymous! <3

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

The original hybrid was hopelessly in love with her since the first time he met her on his family's ball. He will always remember that day.

She looked like an angel. Well, maybe more like a devil (judging by the fact that part of her hair was arranged in two small buns imitating horns), but still, she was the most beautiful girl at the party (and maybe in the whole world).

When he saw her, dancing in her black-golden dress with one of Salvatore's brothers, he knew that this girl would be his at the end of the day. Even if he has to fight with these bloody, young vampires.

Unfortunately, Y/N didn't have the same feeling when she first saw him. As a proud member of a Mystic Falls group (who returned to the town after a school exchange), she was obligated to hate the Mikaelsons.

But she must admit to herself that the man with the British accent was incredibly hot.

Damon, noticing Klaus's sudden interest in his friend, decided to use this to his advantage and pushed Y/N into the arms of their nemesis. Klaus was delighted. Y/N disgusted.

The original hybrid stuck to her for the rest of the evening, forgetting all about Caroline. Y/N has since become Klaus Mikaelson's official distraction. And she wasn't happy about it at all.

Her friends would use the Siphon Witch whenever they needed to keep Klaus occupied or to ease his bloodlust after doing something stupid (like stealing white oak stakes right under his nose and 12 obedient hybrids. Great plan, Damon!).

Y/N would have to wisely bump into Mikaelson and spend some time with him until the Mystic Falls heroes fix the shit they made. At least the girl was much less stressed compared to her friends, and sometimes she really enjoyed the company of the hybrid.

Once, a man took her to a cafe-studio where little-known Mystic Falls artists would gather. She returned to the Salvator Brothers' estate in navy blue paint, with little constellations painted by Klaus on her face, arms, and neck. Damon barely refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, Stefan saved him from her very likely wrath, because every time someone makes jokes about Y/N's relationship with Klaus, she gets mad and loses control over her magic power. Once, Bonnie had to repair Stefan's motorcycle. The vampire learned his lesson then and tried not to annoy her again. Sometimes, though, he seriously considered letting his older brother cross the line. He wondered if Damon would cry over a damaged car.

With time passing, Klaus had only a stronger crush on her. Everyone knows that. Expect Y/N herself.

At best, she thought the hybrid regarded her as some sort of friend or a distraction between his villainous grand schemes. There could be no feelings between them. Not when she already had a very loving boyfriend whom the original hybrid found out about at a 1920s school party.

She bewitched him completely then. And he was ready to tell her the truth about his real feelings for her and try to make her his, but then he saw this other guy holding her like he wanted to hold her the first time he met her. For Klaus, this man didn't deserve her attention; that human didn't realize how valuable a treasure he was holding in his hands right now. Klaus wanted to go away and let Y/N enjoy dancing with this lesser man. He really does. But when she turned and looked at him with these beautiful, delightful eyes, he couldn't just disappear without exchanging one last word with her.

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

"You don't mind if I cut into you." Klaus' voice came from behind me, making me shiver.

"Yes. Actually, we do." My boyfriend snarled, recognizing the guy who was "hanging dangerously around me." He had no idea about the supernatural shite we were in and I had no idea how to tell him all of this (or just didn't want to).

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

"Why don't you go somewhere far away and come back in 20 minutes? You can be useful and bring the beautiful lady something to drink." my boyfriend dutifully obeyed, leaving me with a smug hybrid. "Shall we, love?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, swaying to some slow, romantic song without waiting for my response.

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"

"I don't have to prove anything, love, I'm the alpha male." he replied, offended. I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"You would've loved the 1920s, Y/N. Girls were reckless, sexy, and fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped." he turned me around, smiling slyly.

"Since they were so reckless and drunk, I suppose it was easier for you to find a lover then."

"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow." I shifted my gaze to him, shocked by the information he had thrown at me. "I'd invite you to come with me, but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer. Perhaps one day you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"How many girls fell for it? A magical tour of the world with an all-powerful original who plays with them like toys?"

"You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life won't be enough for you." he said, completely ignoring my previous words.

"And how do you know what's enough for me?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. Do you imagine marrying that stupid man with whom you were dancing later? Giving him children, living too short to make your real dreams come true?" I wanted to look away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to confront him and all my fears at the same time. "You want love, trust, passion, excitement, and even a little power, and unlike this fool, I can give you all of this and more. Just say a word."

"But for what price?" I asked, taking a big breath.

I realized we were much closer than was appropriate for a dance, but neither of us cared. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my mouth. I licked my chapped lips unconsciously, stuck in some incomprehensible anticipation. Only for what?

"Kaus. Y/N. I finally found you two. We have a problem. Klaus' mother is back." Stefan interrupted the moment between us.

I swear I could hear a little swear from the hybrid before he took my hand and led me towards Stefan, who was hurrying away.

After that, T/N didn't get a chance to meet Klaus again. Since they were on opposite camps in finding the cure, Y/N tried to avoid the hybrid at all costs. He just wanted to use her. Seduce her with his sweet words to make her do everything he wanted. She had no other explanation.

Klaus, on the other hand, tried to get her out of his head in every way he knew how. He couldn't keep up with adding new canvases for the portraits of his one-sided crush. His siblings were starting to worry about him.

Especially after he found out her boyfriend was going to propose to her. (Damon has never been prouder of being a gossip boy.) This overflowed the hybrid's cup of bitterness.

Kol and Elijah walked around their brother like they were on eggshells. Rebekah, on the other hand, has no such pity. It was her occasion to tease Klaus, like he was doing whenever she fell in love (at least Rebekah didn't want to kill Y/N like SOMEONE).

But nevertheless, she was the one to tell Klaus that Y/N rejected her boyfriend's proposal. The original never loved his sister more. He was happy that Y/N was now single, and he even thought that in the near future he may have a little chance with her since there were no other competitors for her heart.

But even in his wildest dreams, Klaus would not have dared to think that Y/N would knock on his door that same day and greedily bite into his lips as soon as he opened it. And not that she'd start ripping his clothes off and pushing him into his bedroom (which surprised him, given that she knew how to get there without his directions).

He never would have thought that one night would change his life forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed as the first rays of sunlight somehow hit my eye. I always kept the windows closed. How come I didn't do it this time? Reluctantly, I opened one eyes to look at my treacherous bedroom window, only to found out that I wasn't in my room.

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

As soon as I looked at the calm, sleeping, and clearly satisfied (judging by his disheveled hair) Klaus, memories of last night started flooding back to me.

Panicked, I looked around the room for my clothes, trying to ignore the sight of overturned furniture, a broken mirror, and even a dent in the wall. Unsuccessfully. My face has never been so close to the color of my blood.

Once I'd traced my things, I carefully got out of bed and dressed as quietly as I could, closing the vampire's bedroom door behind me. Now all I had to do was get out of the house full of originals unnoticed. Simple, right?

"Y/N, darling! What a pleasure to see you this morning. How do you feel?" Klaus' little brother jumped out of nowhere and threw one arm around my shoulders, making me come inside the house again.

"Hello Kol. Bye Kol." I tried to dodge him, but he sped up to stand in front of me.

"Wait a minute half-witch. You're going to leave my brother like this? After your… noisy night? He'll be devastated. Was he not up to the task? I could teach him a bit if that's a problem for you. You have my word that within a week you won't be able to stop…"

"Kol! For the bloody hell, stop this awkward conversation. I'm sorry for him, usually we keep him in a coffin." Rebekah cut him off and stood next to him, glaring at him furiously.

"Um… no problem, I guess. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now."

With even redder cheeks, I ran out of the mansion and, at the speed of light, got into my car, driving far away from this town. I needed rest, and I knew only one person who would be willing to take me under their roof without any questions.

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? Won't you die here suddenly? Do you want my blood?" Katherine flooded me with questions as I returned to our table.

It's been 2 months since my "great escape," as Damon liked to call it, from Mystic Falls. At that time, I was traveling with Katherine around the United States, doing what I wanted to do most: seeing the world (starting with small things like staying in all states). After the brunette gave the cure to Elijah (while experiencing her epic love story with him, which ended with her heartbreak over Elena's meddling and Elijah's doubts), she decided to accompany me on my quest.

I had to arrange everything in my head. What I wanted out of life, who I wanted to be, and so on.

That was the main purpose of this trip.

In fact, I helped Katherine heal her broken heart and tried to avoid the topic of Klaus Mikaelson like the plague. With small or big successes depending on the day.

Sometimes Damon, Stefan, or Bonnie would mention how snappy he'd become after my sudden departure or that he was asking them about my whereabouts. The worst was his drunken voicemails he left. They ended after the first month, but they were the biggest test of my perseverance. I had to piece my twisted life together before adding my love problems with the world's (nearly) oldest living vampire to the puzzle.

At least that was the plan until those New Orleans bitches got me.

As soon as we left the bar, some girls accosted us and knocked us out with magic. I woke up in some cold, dank, musty crypt with Katherine by my side. At least I wasn't alone. We both had a better chance of defeating those witches. The new thing in those two months was my sudden ability to do magic without any source of energy. It looked like my abilities were starting to screw up too.

"Are you Y/N Y/S?" one of the witches approached us, staring at me warily.

"One and only. May I know who I am having the pleasure of?"

"Sophie Deveraux."

"Sophie. Some time ago, I knew a girl with this name. She got under my skin too. She is dead now. You can guess what happened to her."

"Yeah. It's definitely her. I couldn't imagine someone more of this psycho's type." she told her friends. The women grabbed us both and led us out of the makeshift cell to drag us to the main hall of the crypt.

"Allright. Can one of us tell why you are holding us here?"

"We need you, sugar, but your friend is just an accessory, so if you want both of you to get out of this somehow, you'll keep quiet." seeing that I had no intention of objecting, the unknown woman smiled victoriously. "Good girl."

I gave her a sweet smile before breaking her neck with a flick of my wrist. There was a sudden commotion around us. Katherine suffered a brain aneurysm after one of the witches raised her hand on her. The brunette screamed once before someone else appeared in the crypt, tearing out the heart of the witch who was attacking her.

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

"I thought you wanted to talk, and both Katherine and Y/N were supposed to be unharmed." he said in his legal tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stepped between me and Kath. The woman was as pleased with the presence of the original as I was.

"She started." Sophie pointed at me. Elijah turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"You make me." I answered her with a malicious smile.

"Y/N." the man said warningly. This noble bastard won't tell me what to do.

"Elijah. Nice to see you. Maybe you can tell us why we've been locked in some fucking tomb? Is this some kind of revenge of yours, or did we get caught in the crossfire of Mikaelson's skirmishes purely by chance?"

"I would like to know that too. You wanted to be heard. Speak, before I change my mind." he turned to the witches without changing his defensive position.

I gave Katherine a brief, knowing glance. The woman reluctantly nodded at me. Great. We have personal cannon fodder if things get hotter.

"Marcel Gerard, ruler of the city, forbade the witches of my coven to use any magic. We want your help. Especially your brother's."

"Niklaus? You have to make him go to town first. And as far as I know, she's not in the mood for any outings right now."

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

"Your mother didn't teach you not to point at people?"I growled at her as she did it again. "Besides, I didn't text… You have my phone, don't you?" I asked, realizing it was their only way of contacting the hybrid. The woman tossed me my phone with a sly smirk.

"Read." I scowled but followed her instructions anyway, wondering what it was that would make him stick his nose out of Mystic Falls.

"I need you, Klaus. New Orleans. Witches cemetery. Please help me. Yeah. I can already tell you that he won't come. We're waiting here for no reason."

"And why is that?"

"This news reeks of a damsel in distress from a mile away. I would never write to him like that. I also doubt if he even cares what happens to…" I stopped when I heard someone's scream in the distance. A man mentioned earlier had burst in with blood on his hands and lips.

Well… mistakes happen.

"Great! Now that we're all here, we can start. We need your help." The woman began to explain the whole thing about Marcel and the witches. Everything was clear except for one thing.

"And where exactly is my role in this Machiavellian plan of yours?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And who said I would agree to it instead of just killing you all and taking Y/N out of here?"

"I can take myself and KATHERINE out, Klaus. I don't need your help."

"Oh, do you?" he took a few steps towards me to stand in front of me. I snorted, returning his dark gaze. There's no way I'll be afraid of him.

"That's how we get to the main topic." Sophie paused, catching our attention again. Klaus stood next to his brother, giving the witch his famous sinister look while he was waiting for her to continue. "You see, I have a special gift for knowing when a woman is pregnant."

"And how exactly is this fact important to us?"

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

I broke the sudden silence in the crypt with a very loud laugh.

"And you're insane or a very, very bad liar."

"I'm telling the truth! You're pregnant with his child." she tried desperately to convince us.

"Vampires can't procreate, ergo, I am not in any false pregnancy."

"Vampires can't. But werewolves can. And Klaus is both."

"That's ridiculous. Klaus, say something! She didn't tell the truth, did she?" I tried to find support from the speechless Klaus. By the way, I think it was the first time I saw him without words.

"Y/N, be quite for a second."

"What? Elijah, are you believing her?" the man responded with nothing, staring at me with a strange look.

Klaus walked over to me. He stopped a few steps in front of me, staring at my belly as if he was hypnotized.

"I can hear it." he whispered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

"What? But... it's impossible." I suddenly felt my heart beating much faster, as I was unable to catch my breath properly.

"It is. Like being a hybrid or a witch without her own magic. And yet we're here. And we gonna have a baby."

"No. That's a lie. I... we... I need fresh air." I avoided the brothers standing in front of me and headed the way Klaus had come from earlier. Unfortunately, one of these witches blocked my way and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere until we settle the details of our deal." right after she said that, I felt her hand being removed from me. I was pulled against someone's strong chest. The familiar smell of Klaus' perfume brought me a momentary sense of relief.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that's the last thing you gonna do before I take your miserable life away from you." Klaus growled, tightening his protective grip on me and scouring the present witches with a hostile glare.

"Calm down, both of you. Neither of you will have any use for her if she faints here. Klaus, take her outside. Elijah and I will take care of everything."

Klaus glanced at Elijah. His brother nodded, encouraging him to leave. The hybrid took my hand gently and led us out onto the streets of New Orleans. We stopped in a square. Klaus sat me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, carefully watching me take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.

When I was sure my magic wouldn't suddenly blow up the whole city, I opened my eyes tentatively to meet the vampire's concerned gaze. I swallowed, turning my eyes away from him. He was still kneeling in front of me with his hands on my lap.

"Are you better?"

"I think so." I glanced at him nervously, fiddling with the bracelets on my wrist to internally brace myself for asking the original thousand-year-old hybrid about something incredibly... stupid. "Can you... go to the one place with me?"

"Are you sure you want to go back there, love?" I shivered when I heard this familiar nickname. I missed this. Klaus misread my reaction as he shrugged off his leather jacket and covered me with it.

"Thanks. I don't want to go back there. I think, well, I need to be perfectly sure it's true that..." I stopped, unable to say the words aloud. It would have been too real then, and right now I couldn't accept even the slightest possibility.

"That we're going to be parents?"

"Yhm. Will you go with me to the gynecologist? I don't want to do this alone."

"Anything you want, love. I'll check the address." he sat next to me and started searching for the location of the nearest clinic on his phone.

As we sat together in silence, I began to wonder at the absurdity of this situation. And the improbable, rational behavior of the hybrid sitting next to me.

"Klaus?" I asked, yanking him off the phone for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You're not... you know. Crazy about this? Or something like that. I mean... I thought you gonna ask me if it's yours, of course if it even exist, but still. You're so... calm. Like not you."

"Would you rather me to run mad around town and deny our baby?" I chuckled, imagining his lunatic walk through the streets.

"No. To be honest, I would have expected something like that than this, but it's a nice surprise. It's enough that one of us is scared to death. Thank you for keeping a cold head."

"Don't get used to it, love. C'mon. I know where to go."

In less than five minutes, we got to the building and waited in line. There were many other people in the waiting room, but what caught my attention the most was a couple sitting in the corner. Husband and wife. The woman was probably in her third trimester (or had quadruplets. God, please let me have only one if there are any.) The man whispered something tenderly into her belly, and she smiled at him with just as much adoration. Involuntarily, I imagined Klaus and myself in this situation. I glanced at the tense vampire next to me. He was also staring at the couple.

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

"Are you going alone or do you have any company, dear?"

"My boyfriend is coming with me." I said, taking Klaus' hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an amused smirk on his lips. We started walking hand in hand behind the doctor. The vampire leaned toward me.

"Boyfirend, huh?" he whispered in my ear, clearly pleased with the situation.

"Don't get used to it, love." I repeated his earlier words, trying to imitate his tone of voice. The man chuckled, politely following the doctor with me.

I had to admit that it was funny to watch Klaus in such a... strange situation. His nervous, slightly stressed demeanor gave me courage as I lay there waiting for the ultrasound results. The cold gel tickled slightly, but I gritted my teeth, waiting for the final confirmation of my fate.

"There it is. That's your baby. Congratulations!"

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder and leaned gently toward the small screen. I stared at the tiny speck as if it were enchanted. It really was happening. I will be a mother.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Could you give us first a second alone, doctor?" Klaus spoke as he saw me still staring blankly at the screen.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Oh, my God. It's real. We'll have a baby." I choked out after a few seconds of silence between us.

"You took that information really quickly, love."

I punched him lightly on the shoulder, finally turning my attention to the man standing next to me.

"Stop joking with me. Aren't you scared? I mean, a few hours ago we were on the other side of the country, living our lives, and now we're looking at some stain, which is our baby. Are you that calm, or am I being dramatic?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I know we're going to figure it out. Maybe if it were someone other than you, I would be paranoid and mad, but it's you. With you by my side? Nothing can go wrong." I burst into tears at his emotional confession. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come here, you idiot." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. "I hope Katherine got our things back."

"Yes. Speaking about her..." he said, moving away from me to look at my face.

"She is staying with me and you're not going to kill her." I said it in a tone that left no room for any objection. It's been 500 years; whatever conflict there was between them should be over by now.

"Absolutely not."

"Yes? So be prepared that if this little one is a girl, she'll be named after aunt Katherine, who couldn't be there for her mom because her dad is acting like he's on his period."

"You know you've been pregnant for a few hours, and you're already using it against me?" he asked resignedly. The grimace on his face was a clear sign of my victory.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me for a while."

"I think I can work with that. Let's go home. I think uncle Elijah and Katherine will want to see the first photo of the newest member of the Mikaelson family."

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

"Morning Elijah." I grunted from my book, never taking my eyes off the text I was reading.

"Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you pancakes?"

"Actually..." I didn't have time to answer, because an extremely happy hybrid came out of the kitchen with a large tray on which was my breakfast.

Elijah looked at his brother in disbelief as he sat comfortably next to me on the couch and began feeding me with a fork while I continued to read my book as if nothing had happened.

"Niklaus. Can you explain?" his brother was shifting his bewildered gaze between us.

"His werewolf hormones tell him to look after me. So when I told him I wasn't having breakfast today because I didn't want to stand in this heat by the stove, he made it his morning's main goal to make me a decent meal. At least Marcel and the witches will get some rest from him today."

"Werewolf hormones?" very amused Kol entered the living room, staring at the hybrid with a malicious smirk.

"Yes, brother. Werewolf hormones." Klaus' cool tone caught my attention away from the book.

"Of course... your werewolf hormones. So that's what they call it now. Just don't flood Y/N with this sudden tenderness, or the girl will get scared and run away from you again." before Klaus could make any move towards his younger brother, I grabbed his hand and moved him so that I could get more comfortable on his chest.

"He is weird." I commented as I took a grape from the bowl and popped it into Klaus' mouth, much to Elijah's astonishment.

"Weird? No. Just a little joker. I have to go now. I'll meet you later, Niklaus. Please, don't start without me."

"Do I want to know what he was talking about?" I asked, giving him a curious look.

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

"If it has to do with that teenage witch, Davina, that your adopted son treats like a daughter? Probably." his silence was an answer enough. I pulled away from him, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

"Promise me you're not going to hurt her."

"And what does it matter? I'm not Elijah, how sure are you that I'll keep my word?" my angry look, however, fortunately made him give up. "Alright. She'll be fine." he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you. On the way back, you can stop by the store and buy me more chocolate and ice cream."

"As you wish."

He got up from the couch, placed a quick kiss on my already-showing belly, and left the living room, passing Rebekah as she entered. His sister looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked, fed up with her penetrating gaze.

"Nothing. You two seemd very... compatible with each other. I'm impressed."

"Well, he's the father of my baby. We have to get along. For the baby's sake, it's best if we're friends."

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

"I mean that "just friends" wouldn't act that way. My brother never treated anyone with such affection. He's doing everything he can to impress you. For a bloody hell, he even changed his plan to take over the city for you!"

"She is right." Katherine walked past her and threw herself on the couch next to me. "He does everything he can think of to make you fall in love with him. For example, that "almost date" at the best restaurant in New Orleans last week. Or the fact that you've been given unlimited access to his credit cards, safes, stashes of clothes, and God knows what else. Or that weekend out of town so you could relax. Do you think they seriously didn't have a second room with two beds in the hotel?"

"Nik used the one bed trope? He's even more desperate than I previously thought." Rebekah snorted as she poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, I have no intention of changing anything. Klaus and I work well as friends, and for the sake of this child, we will continue to be them so."

"So you don't love him back?" Rebekah questioned, coming to me, so she could stay in front of me. Her evaluative look somehow made me feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter what I want or feel. The most important thing for me is my child and I will do everything to ensure at least a little normality for them. If Klaus and I tried to be together and it didn't work out... At least this child deserves reasonably normal parents."

"What if you were happy together and created a loving family? Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"

"It's not worth the risk, Bekah." I replied, getting up from the couch to escape the inconvenient conversation with the original vampire.

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

I didn't answer as I left the room. I decided to hide in the library for the rest of the day and try to forget the doubts the blonde had stirred up in me.

But my wild imagination did not give up so easily. I began to consider a possible relationship with Klaus. Despite what I told the girls, I wasn't blind to Klaus'… flirtatious remarks and behavior. I saw every long, stolen glance at me, every quick look at my lips during any conversation, and most of all, the longing shining in his eyes that was so similar to mine and that I somehow managed to hide from him.

I wanted to spend my life with him. But I also knew that I'm not enough to keep him away from his scheming and fighting for power. For the good of this baby, I had to be content with being his formal one-night stand and friend at best. Even if my heart yearned for him every single day.

Thinking about my unattainable future, I didn't even notice when I got to the library. But I certainly saw two people kissing in the room.

Klaus and Camille. At least he cleared up all my doubts.

I was probably the only one who noticed how my heart shattered into a million pieces. At least until Klaus pulled away from her, confused, and spotted me in the doorway.

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt… I'll leave you alone."

"No! Y/N, wait!" he shouted, trying to get to me, but before he got even a step closer, I used my magic to teleport myself to a New Orleans street.

I leaned against the building next to me as the first post-teleport symptoms started to hit me and my head started spinning a bit. I shouldn't have done it while being pregnant, but well… I couldn't stay in the same room with these two any longer.

Once I had recovered, I decided to order myself a hot chocolate and sit with it in the park to collect my thoughts. I had to come up with some clever, eloquent way out of this predicament. And most of all, refrain from crying.

Thinking about this situation, after all, everything happened as I wanted. Klaus had found someone else to adore, so I could stop worrying about the deterioration of my relationship with the Mikaelsons.

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

The only problems were my stupid broken heart and festering feelings of jealousy.

I wiped a tear running down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Something that stupid couldn't get me off balance. I had to be strong. If not for myself, then at least for this little one.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the photo of Klaus sleeping with me on the couch that I had set as his contact picture.

I remembered that night. It was one of the first month at the Mikaelson Mansion and also my favorite.

"Can't sleep?" Klaus stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of the fireplace, which flames I had been staring at earlier.

"Not even tried."

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the blanket that covered me. I nodded, opening the hem so he could slip into the space next to me. He put his arm around me, moving us into a more comfortable position. One of his hands automatically went to my slightly rounded belly. I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder, and returned to staring at the flames of the fire. "What's bothering you?"

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

"Please tell me you're not going to lecture me again about how I shouldn't have attacked Elijah." he interrupted me with a groan of displeasure.

"I'm not, but your brother didn't deserve this. Even if he was talking some shit about you. You knew I would never believe it."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. You always try to protect your family, not always in a good way, I have to admit, but still, I know you would never use your own child for your games. I trust you." he tightened his grip on me and cleared his throat.

"It's good to know you're at least on my side, love."

"Your siblings too. If you'd just let them in, maybe you'd see it too, but that's a topic for another time."

"I know better ways to spend my free time with you, love. One of them brought us to this situation." he smiled slyly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very funny, but we have to talk about something serious."

"I'm sorry. What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever thought about whether there is a chance for our child to be… a tribrid?"

"Tribrid?" he asked, confused, stopping to play with my hair.

"You know. You're half vampire, half werewolf; I'm a witch, siphon, but still… Can our baby inherit all of this from us?"

"They might as well only have the gene of a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, or a hybrid. I think all options are possible. Maybe in my mother's grimoire we can find the answer to that question. These books are as old as the world."

"You can include the birth of a miracle baby in your search. I hope we won't summon a demon into the world." I joked, turning slightly to look at his face again.

"I thought you already knew that the demon has been walking around this world for a long time, and you're cuddling with him on the couch. By the way, it's our search."

"Our? You seriously want to just give me access to your mother's precious books? The same ones that have so much knowledge inside them that you won't let any other witch see them whole, or even your siblings?" I was shocked. I would never in my life expect something like this from him, but on the other hand, he has done astonishing things many times before.

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

"You did?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. Those words were more striking than three others of equal importance he might have said to me. Klaus doesn't trust people that easily, I think he falls in love with them more often…

"You wouldn't be the first to hear about all my plans if I didn't. Besides, you're the mother of my heir..."

"Keep treating your family like a fucking dynasty, and you'll have to buy me a crown and my own castle." I cut him off when I heard that horrible term for our baby.

"Why do you need a castle when you already have your throne, love?"

"You're impossible." I chuckled at this awful attempt at flirting.

"That's why you like me."

"Maybe." I yawned suddenly, unaware of how tired I was. I felt the hybrid's soft, warm lips against my hair before both the blanket cocoon and his grip tightened around me.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you and I will chase away your nightmares."

"How did you know?" I asked, feeling him gently brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

"I know you. Besides, I can hear everything through these thin walls. I would rather hear your screams for other reasons than nightmares."

"Deviant."

"Only yours." I heard as if through a haze before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next day, Katherine found us sleeping together and took a picture of us. One of my favorites.

Before I could answer the phone, I felt someone snatch it from my hand, and something hit my head at breakneck speed, knocking me out. Stupid witches.

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

I was kneeling in front of the crib that Katherine and Rebekah had set up after the whole witches' fiasco. After those damn witches kidnapped me, they cast some strange spell on me and the baby to speed up her (as it turned out) growth and thus her birth.

A few hours ago, I was a human pregnant with a hybrid. Now I was a heretic, the mother of the thyrbid, the most powerful creature on earth.

I guess life with the Mikaelsons was all about sudden, unexpected changes. At least they weren't boring.

Elijah, Kol, Klaus, and Marcel were running around the city, killing the last witches who had allied with Esther. Rebekah and Katherine have been delegated to look after me and the baby until the boys get the hang of the situation. A bit sexist, but I didn't have the energy to argue about it. Not after I so impressively returned to the graveyard and killed half the coven.

After feeding on the blood from the bag, the girls gave me a moment alone with my sleeping daughter. Her first day in this world, and she was already trying to get killed.

"Y/N." Klaus' tired sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. For the first time in hours, I shifted my gaze to something other than my daughter and met a face as tired and bloodstained as mine.

"Hi." he knelt uncertainly beside me, glancing at the baby sleeping in the cradle.

"She is beautiful. So similar to you." he whispered softly, afraid he would wake her up at any moment.

"She has a look of the devil in her eyes. That's all you."

The girl stirred in her sleep, as if hearing us talk about her. Two loving, child-infatuated looks appeared on Klaus' and mine's faces.

"She needs a name. You made a decision?"

"I was thinking about Zoe and Caitlyn. But I think we both know that Katherine Jr. is the best fit for her."

"God no." I chuckled, trying not to wake the baby after seeing his terrified look..

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

"Hope. That's actually nice. Hope Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?"

"What? Are you not the father?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm but... I thought you'd want her to have your last name."

"Mikaelson suits her better." I replied with a shrug.

"Well, then I guess it will be Hope Y/N Mikaelson." I smiled at him, resting my head tiredly on his shoulder. We both stared in awe at the new member of the Mikaelson family.

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

"With Elijah's little help. When I found you… dead. Elijah said that I ruined our family's last hope by making out with this bartender, which, by the way, is not exactly true."

"Klaus..."

"No. Let me finish. I've never been so helpless and scared in all my life as I was a few hours ago. Never, not even in the worst, darkest moments of my life, have I been so broken, so despairing, than when I held your dead body. Whatever you think now, whatever you feel, the truth has to be told. I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and each day only brings me closer to you. You're the only one who can make me so mad, terrified, or happy. You taught me unconditional love, and even if you don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you completely changed me. It will be my life's purpose to make sure that our daughter and you are safe and satisfied." I stared at him with tears in my eyes, listening to his touching confession.

"I was so mad at you and Camille, but... I can't blame her; falling for you is as easy as breathing. Not when I did it a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes. And I don't want to hide it anymore. I can't hide it anymore. As I turned into vampire, everything I feel for you since all this time is more intensive. My desires, my love, and my longing - I feel them so much that I can't even imagine spending one more hour without your words, touch, or kiss. I don't want to live in a world where we're just friends. So if you promise that this is forever, then I..."

Klaus cut me off, pulling me into a longing, long-expected, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him as close as possible by the strands of his hair. At one point, I bit his lip until it bled. My new ability was immediately activated. My fangs slid out of my gums by themselves, digging into his lip and sucking more of his delicious, sweet blood. We broke apart when we were completely out of breath. Klaus licked his lips, staring lustfully at my black-veined face and bloody mouth.

"I promise. You're mine. For always and forever, love."

"And you're mine. For always and forever."

"Aw... Congratulations, Nik! It only took you one child to make her yours. I thought it would take you at least three." Kol suddenly appeared in the doorway, interrupting our moment.

Klaus growled at him and threw the baby monitor at his brother. Kol dodged at the last second and tossed the device back at him, sticking out his tongue before he ran as fast as his legs could take him. I giggled, drawing the hybrid into a tender kiss.

Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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Hey I love your right is so I don’t have words to describe but I now yo have a lot of hope baby sister but they adorable that I have to ask if you could do one we’re she is only 5 months and only what to be with Hayley and Klaus and Hope but if any of the others pick her up she starts to cry or get cranki

Favoritism

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope mikaelson (+family)

Warnings: None, just whole bunch of fluff

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Klaus bounces you in his arms while he walks into the courtyard of the abaittoir. Your rested against his chest with one arm wrapped around you and his other hand resting on the back of your head.

You move your gaze to everyone sat in the room. Hope is sitting beside Elijah on the couch, Freya is in an armchair, and Kol is in the other armchair.

Klaus civily greets his siblings and Hope, grunting when his phone starts to ring in his pocket. Taking his hand off your head, he pulls the phone out of his pocket. Marcel's ID contact shows on the screen. Sighing, Klaus answers the call.

He turns back around to face the four others, "I have to leave, seems Marcel has gotten into a bit of a dilemma" Klaus tells, not going into any detail. Everyone nods, Rebekah deciding to tag along with her older brother.

Klaus swiftly passes you to Kol since he was the closest to his younger brother.

After your dad leaves, Kol and you are just staring at eachother from where you're secured in his arms. "What?" Kol asks you (not expecting an answer), noticing how your gaze is not shifting off of his face.

You start squirming in your uncle's hold, wanting to get out. Before long, the squirming turns into tears running down your tiny cheeks.

Kol's eyes widen, not knowing what to do. He's never had any experience with this. Like at all. He was surprised when Klaus passed you to him in the first place.

Soon the tears turn into full on crying. Panicking further, Kol's eyes widened more than before and brings you against his chest to try and rock you like he's seen Hayley and Klaus do a bunch of times. It's doesn't help at all, at anything, it only makes you more worked up than you previously were.

He looks frantically over to his older siblings, "help!" Kol exclaims as he sees that they were just sitting there, staring, while he's now trying not to cry along with you.

Elijah stands from the couch and walks over. He bends down and picks you up out of Kol’s arms and into his own. Bouncing you in his arms and using the same techniques he's used with all his younger siblings and Hope when they were younger doesn't work. It only seems to have made you even more cranky than you were before.

Seeing the panicked face on her uncle's face, Hope stands up. She has a smidge of an idea about what's happening, but wanted to see how long it take her original vampire uncles or aunt to break because of a baby. Taking pity on them, and you, hearing how your cries and breathing have gotten more erratic, if she doesn't step in now, you might catch a cold, she stands up from the couch.

Hope walks over to her uncle and convinces him to pass you over to her. Sighing, he does, worries about you and doesn't want to put any stress on the teenager. Especially after what had happened when Hayley had almost died from Greta and how her son has used his niece.

When she cradles you in her arms, you immediately calm down, knowing it's your big sister. You nuzzle your face into her neck, her soft hair brushing against your cheek.

She walks back over to the couch and sits down. Her arms are wrapped tightly around you, making sure that there's no way you can get hurt. As she leans back into the comfy position she was in earlier, she feels eyes on her.

Looking around the room, her uncles and aunt are staring at her, mouths slightly agape, and eyes widened ever so much. "What?" She asks, knowing full well why they're staring.

"Did you use a spell to calm y/n down?" Elijah asks calm and collectively, unlike how Kol would be responded of he had the chance first. "No, but I've noticed how she's been only wanted to be held by mom, dad, or me. So I wanted to see what would happen if none of us were and how long it would last before I had to hold her" she explains as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Definitely no clear favoritism there" Kol scruches his eyes in mock anger and slight offense at you snuggled up with your big sister. Freya chuckles at her little brother's 'hurt feelings' about their five month old baby niece choosing wanting to be with her sister.

Hope just smirks at him, "I don't know what your talking about" she kisses the top of your head gently.

"What's going on in here?" Hayley's brow quirks up, she just got out of the shower. Telling by her still damp hair.

"Well your baby clearly has favorites" Kol says, flopping back into the couch with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "I'm starting to wonder who the actual child here is, you or her" Hayley smirks and sits down next to her two daughters.

"Wow, first the baby, then the teen, and now the mother" Kol groans about how he can get insulted by all three of them in under thirty minutes. And you can't even talk yet!

Everyone chuckles at the teen original vampire, including you, copying what you hear your big sister doing and now your mama.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x little sister #little mikaelson reader #hope mikaelson x baby sister reader #baby mikaelson reader #baby mikaelson #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson x female reader #fluff #cute #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson

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svltzmans · 6 months

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jealousy, jealousy (part ii) - h.m.

a/n: hi! i got a request for a jealous hope fic and i thought i'd continue the one i posted a while ago that i really had fun writing! i hope you all like it <3

warnings: smut (18+), dominant! hope, edging, rough sex, just some kinky stuff ok, forgive me for i have sinned 😭, also platonic reader and lizzie bc i love her, i didn't edit this so hopefully there are no mistakes?

y/n and lizzie sit across from each other at a table in the library, both engrossed in a biology textbook.

with exam season fast approaching, studying became top priority for almost everyone around them.

through conversation, lizzie and y/n had realized they both could use a study buddy.

y/n never considered herself to be close with lizzie. she always viewed the witch as an acquaintance. a classmate.

but ever since the two had started studying together, they developed a genuine friendship.

a friendship that involved hours in the library after class, laughing and talking despite the subject matter they were supposed to be reviewing.

y/n didn't feel the need to tell her girlfriend, hope, about her budding friendship with lizzie. hope wasn't the type to worry about y/n's friendships, and their relationship was built on trust.

however, when hope walks into the library and sees her girlfriend and lizzie laughing together, her blood suddenly runs cold.

maybe it was because another girl was making y/n laugh so much, or because lizzie was conventionally gorgeous.

either way, she felt the jealousy growing in her lungs.

before she can act on her feelings, she leaves the library, making her way back to her own bedroom.

hope springs up when she hears a knock at the door, and a smile creeps across her face when she realizes it's y/n.

"hey," y/n leans in for a kiss on the cheek, bringing an instantaneous blush to hope.

hope steps to the side, gesturing for y/n to come in.

once y/n is inside and the door is closed behind her, hope takes hold of her wrist in a way that makes y/n's heart drop to her stomach.

"hope, what's up?"

"what's going on with you and lizzie?" hope replies, blankly staring into y/n's eyes.

"lizzie? lizzie saltzman? hope, nothing is going on-"

hope cuts y/n off with a kiss, threading her fingers through strands of her hair.

y/n pulls away momentarily, a puzzled expression on her face.

"what was that for?"

"it just seems like you need a reminder that you're my girl."

"what, i can't study with someone els-"

hope cuts her off again, gently pushing her toward the bed as they kiss.

when hope lays y/n down, she makes sure her hands are wrapped tightly around her wrists to restrict her movement. she hovers above her girlfriend, their lips still attached.

y/n instinctively spreads her legs as her and hope continue to make out, hoping for any kind of touch from the girl above her.

as soon as hope notices, she moves her knee to y/n's still clothed core, putting more and more pressure until she earns a loud moan against her lips.

"mmph, hope, more," y/n mumbles between kisses, trying to grind into hope's leg.

"more, huh baby?" hope taunts, pressing harder with her knee.

y/n can't believe how close she already is, considering that her and hope are still both fully clothed. yet, the pressure in her stomach continues building until she feels like exploding.

"oh my god, hope," y/n practically screams, grabbing onto hope's shoulders.

just as y/n is seconds away from falling over the edge, hope pulls her leg away.

y/n can't help but whine at the loss of contact, and she looks up at hope with a pout.

"you didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" hope teases, pulling y/n into another rough kiss.

hope moves to undo y/n's pants, running her hands up and down her legs slowly.

something in hope wanted to make this as tantalizing as possible for y/n. she wanted to see her writhe and beg, completely at her mercy.

but she also desperately wanted to fuck her.

and that desire only skyrockets when y/n is bare in front of her.

"so wet, y/n. just for me, huh?"

"god, yes hope, just for you."

y/n is growing desperate, and her first denied orgasm wasn't helping. she was flushed, lightly sweating as she continued to sink into the sheets below her.

hope gently rubs y/n's clit with her finger, knowing that she wasn't doing nearly enough for her.

"harder, more, please hope. want more," y/n arches her back, trying to encourage hope to apply more pressure.

it's then that hope effortlessly slides two fingers into y/n, the girl above her letting out a guttural moan.

"fuck hope, just like that baby," y/n praises, her hands both tightly gripping the blanket under her.

"this is what you wanted, huh pretty? you wanted me to fuck you with my fingers?"

y/n can't help but loudly whine at her girlfriend's words, growing dangerously close once again.

"gonna cum on your fingers, hope, so close."

when hope hears those words come from y/n's mouth, she stops moving completely.

"please don't stop hope, please. please make me cum," y/n begs, making eye contact with her girlfriend.

hope's eyes are dark with desire as she looks back at y/n, her finger lazily rubbing circles on y/n's clit.

"please, hope. gonna be a good girl for you."

with that, hope continues fingering y/n at a quickening pace, determined to finally bring her over the edge.

"right there hope. my god, please let me cum."

"cum for me, y/n. you've earned it."

y/n's whole body shakes, her hands desperately trying to find something to grip. the intensity of her orgasm wasn't something she had ever experienced before, the new sensation making her shamelessly scream in pleasure.

when y/n comes down from her high, hope has moved to lay next to her.

"you look so pretty," hope coos, tucking a strand of y/n's hair behind her ear.

"hope, you know there's nothing going on with me and lizzie, right?"

"i trust you, y/n. wholeheartedly. i love you," hope smiles, resting her hand on y/n's cheek.

"i love you more."

before hope knows it, y/n is peacefully asleep next to her.

she wraps her arms around her girlfriend, pulling a blanket over the two of them.

"goodnight, my love."

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #legacies #wlw #legacies x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem! reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson smut #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson fic

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Green with Envy (Completed Version) || Klaus Mikaelson

❧ Warnings: Slight dirty talk, hair pulling, brief choking, p in v sex, smut 18+

❧ Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem reader

❧ Summary: You are at a dinner party with a date and Klaus happens to be in attendance. The two of you have been hooking up and spending time together because Klaus wanted to keep things casual. After seeing you with someone else he gets jealous and begins to rethink his choice.

❧ Author's Note: Hi lovelies, the wait is finally over and the full version of this fic is here! I decided that instead of leaving you guys in the dark and having it be a fade to black I wrote the smut scene. It felt right for this fic. So, I hope you enjoy!

After finally having enough of this bickering match with Klaus in front of my date, I excuse myself. I am regretting it as I’m walking away because I know he won’t play nice while I’m gone, but I needed a moment to myself to breathe. I walked into an empty room and sat in silence with my head in my hands.

“ Who the fuck does he think he is? “ I groan.

“ Who do I think I am? Hmm… I think I am the only person who can actually please you, make you scream. “ I heard Klaus say and I snapped my head up to see him standing in front of the closed door. I didn’t even hear him open the door, let alone come in.

“ Get out, leave me alone.. I don’t want to deal with you right now. “ I said sternly as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

" Awe come on Love, I was just having some fun.. don't be like that. " He said as he took one step closer, but I put my hand up signaling that I would prefer it if he kept his distance from me.

" Fun, Are you serious?! .. That was embarrassing, you were making my date uncomfortable! " I slightly yelled while throwing my hands up in the air. I noticed that when I mentioned my date, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

" He's not the one for you, let alone the one you should be here with Y/N. " Klaus said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

" Oh please, don't start. You were the one who wanted to keep what we have going on as a bit of fun. I get that you're envious, but green is not a good color on you. " I said as I walked past him to get to the door, but before I could even grab the handle he pulled me back by my hair and caused me to yelp.

" You better watch who you're talking to sweetheart. Klaus said as he pulled my hair more, caused my head to go back and he wrapped his other hand around my throat then slightly squeezed. " I will.. fuck you in this room right now to remind you who you really belong to. Make you moan as loud as possible for your date downstairs to hear so he gets the memo. "

At the mention of that, my breath hitched and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together. I could feel the smirk on his lips in the crook of my neck, however I was determined to not let him win. “ Dinner is being served in 20 minutes which you know considering this is your party, there’s not enough time. “ I said

“ Is that a challenge, love? “ He asked as he started to lightly kiss my neck and run his fingers up my thighs gently, but it was enough to leave a path of goosebumps on my skin. “ You know better than to challenge me. “

“ Maybe.. “ I replied and at that exact moment is when I felt his hand slip under my dress. He started tracing light circles along my abdomen causing my breathing to become shallow. His fingers found their way beneath my underwear and he began to slowly rub at my clit which made me whimper.

I could feel his smirk in the crook of my neck and he quickened his movements, causing my knees to buckle. He wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand up right then slipped a finger into me. I let out a sharp gasp and rested my head back against his shoulder. Klaus chuckled and started kissing my neck, most definitely leaving hickies behind. It was that moment that all other thoughts escaped my mind. I only focused on him and what he was doing to my body.

“ Klaus… please. “ I moaned quietly

“ What is it, love? “ He asked

“ I need you.. “ I said through a whimper

“ Yeah? “ Klaus replied

“ Yes.. “ I answered breathlessly

He pulled his hand away and walked me over to a desk that was in the corner of the room. Before I knew it, I was bent over and my dress was pushed up over my hips. Klaus pulled my underwear down my legs and helped me step out of it. There was a moment of silence before his hand came down and hit my ass with a loud smack that echoed throughout the room. I yelped which caused him to chuckle and I rolled my eyes while being thankful that he couldn’t see my face as I did.

It wasn’t long before I felt him lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted into me roughly causing me to moan. Klaus’s pace was slow and rough at first but then it became faster and more aggressive. He grabs my wrists and pins my arms behind my back, using my arms as handlebars. My moans and the sound of our skin slapping is echoing off the walls, which only encourages him to pick up the pace slightly more. I’m so loud to the point that I feel like everyone can hear me over the classical music that is being played downstairs, but I didn’t care.

“ That’s it love, let them hear you. “ He said as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands and used it to pull my head back, making me gasp. His other hand is still keeping my arms pinned behind my back.

“ You’re mine.“ He whispered into my ear

” I’m yours.“ I whimpered back

“ Damn right you are. “ Klaus replied

He continued his brutal pace and angled his hips in order to hit the spot that brings me maximum pleasure. Klaus lets go of my wrists just to use his now freehand to reach around me and down between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit in slow rough circles. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess at this point and I am on the brink of hitting my orgasm already. Klaus tugs at my hair harder this time and pulls my back up against his chest. He starts kissing my neck again then gently bites my earlobe.

“ Come for me, love. “ He whispers in my ear and I do just that while crying out his name. Klaus continues his movements for a moment longer until he reaches his high. He lets go of me and pulls away from me which causes me to whimper. I stand up right and turn around to face him, he hands me back my underwear and I slip them back on then I fix my dress and flatten it out. I look up at him and before I can even get a word out he cups my face and kisses me. I kissed him back and this kiss was so much different compared to our others. It was sweet, soft, and filled with meaning. When we finally pulled away from each other he smiled at me then kissed my forehead. It was in that moment that I knew things were going to be different from now on.

“ Considering the fact that I am certain your date is no longer here, will you be mine? “ He asked

“ Yes. “ I replied with a smile

“ Perfect.” Klaus said with a smile as he held his hand out and I took it then we walked out of the room together.

#the vampire diaries #fanfic writing #fanfic #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson fic #klaus mikealson smut #klaus x reader #klaus mikealson fanfiction

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xvxni · 3 months

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Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

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𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 (𝟤) ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 1

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death, Mentions of Dead Parents, Dead Siblings, Past Trauma, Mentions of Dismembered Limbs & Suicidal Thoughts

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Black!Female!Human!Reader

Summary:

Tag List: @clarkegriffinslever @queen-bunny @carolslittleslut @harmonyverendez @ilovehopemikaelsonn

Word Count: 3,201

Author’s Note: Kol will be played by Daniel Sharman.

*gif is not mine*

After spending one month and a half with Hope, she started to fall for you. Yes, yes, she still knows that her humanity is off but she'll do tiny – very tiny gestures to show that she appreciates you.

As you and Hope's relationship progressed, you soon realized that you started to fall for the emotionless tribrid. You know that it was wrong and unrequited but love happens in mysterious ways, do they not?

Right now, you were getting dressed for a Mikaelson dinner and jitters in your stomach on how this dinner would pan out. Will the Mikaelsons actually be successful in turning back on Hope's humanity or will it be a disaster waiting to happen?

Lightly brushing off the negative thoughts as you finalize your red ruby lipstick on your plump brown lips. Now looking at yourself in the mirror, you were impressed with your reflection.

Walking out of the bedroom and Hope immediately made eye contact with your clothing. At first, she checked you out cause it was impossible not to.

“You're not wearing that.” She spoke.

“Excuse me, I'll wear whatever I please.” You responded, folding your arms.

“Fine, but put on my leather jacket. Don't want you freezing your ass off.” Hope remarks back, quickly taking off her black leather jacket and leaving the apartment.

Yeah, there's nothing like sweet hospitality. You didn't need a fortune teller to know the outcome of this Mikaelson family reunion. This family dinner was going to be a full disaster and somehow you'll be trapped right in the middle.

You didn't know just how right you would be.

“Who is the extra plate for?” Hope questioned, “Elijah?”

“Maybe we should hear them out,” You suggested to the tribid. Suddenly her eyes meet yours in a sharp glare, “Why are you taking their side?”

“Just trying to see both sides.”

“Oh, I know what you were trying to do. You're nothing to me.” Hope seethes, halting at you, “You were nothing and never will be anything to me. You're just a measly weak little human who whores around other people for attention.”

You tried to not let it get to you. Keyword: tried. But when the words start to eat away at your soul, it's hard to let them go so soon.

“Hope, it's not her fault. We bargained with her, let us suffer the consequences not her.” Freya tried to persuade her niece.

“No! She deserves this, she lead me on — made me feel happy that I was emotionless.” Within seconds, you were slammed against the wall, her hand clamped around your neck.

“It's a shame, that I have to kill you. You were getting so interesting.” Hope nonchalantly states before snapping your neck. Blurry visions and sounds started to succumb all around you with one ease, she twisted your neck.

Black. Pitch black, that was all that surround you now. Is this what death feels like? Drowning into your worst fears for the rest of eternity. If so, you'd be finally free away from all of your problems. Maybe, you'd meet your cousin Camille now in the afterlife.

Appearing under a dim light, you took place of your surroundings to notice that you were at an abandoned train station. Your heart started to rise as flashbacks went through your brain. The sounds of an invisible runaway train loudly rumbled moving its way along the tracks.

There you saw your twin brother in front of you. You felt like crying at the scene of his body state. His insides were ripped open, hanging out of his body, a vampire bite visible on the left of his neck.

“[Name]. Why didn't you warn me?” You started to back, already pleading for your life. His footsteps getting louder, “I'm dead because of you!” He shouted at you, menacingly stalking closer to you. “It should have been you instead!”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry!” He asked incredulously, “I'm dead and you're still alive.”

“No! No! You're not real, I'm just going slowly crazy, that's all.” You covered your arms between your legs, rocking back and forth, hearing the voices getting louder. The screaming and shouting all became deafening to you as an ear-piercing echo vibrated around the abandoned train station.

Instinctively, you tried to cover your ears as best as you could but it was no use. You didn't even realize the change of setting and found yourself in a moving car.

“Mom? Dad?” You shakily said as your mom turned towards you with a small smile.

“Look who's finally up.” She greeted you.

Before you could even comprehend further, the scenery flickered simultaneously glitching like when a tv had losts its connection. “Hubert watch out!” Your mother shouted to her husband.

The sound of a truck horn was the last thing that you heard of before it all went black. Few seconds later, you jolted awake by the smell of smoke so you began to cough trying to inhale fresh air. Your mind was still hazy as you tried to fix your thoughts.

“[Name], wake up!” Your brother harshly shakes you. Instantly, you jerked your hand back at the sensation feeling a numbness in your arm.

“Wait, we can't leave mom and dad.” You leaned forward and touched her neck to try to look for a pulse. Unfortunately, her pulse was no longer there meaning that she had died from the impact.

“Get her out of here Caleb.” Your dad commands your brother, wheezing slightly at his urging words.

“[Name], let's go.”

“Like hell we are?!” You started to yell, “We need to help dad.”

With all of his might, he dragged you out of the car to remove any further damage. Once you were a good few feet away from the car, it blew up, the heat radiating off of your face. Making it back on your legs you hissed as soon as you stood up, gazing down at the gash on your right leg which started to ooze out blood.

Paying no mind to your injury as fury filled your eyes. “This is all your fault!” You blamed your brother, “If you would have listened to me, none of this would have happened. I hate you. I hate you!” You started to hit him but it didn't seem to take effect on him.

Forcefully he grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug, “I had to, to protect you.” Evidently, his soothing words were enough to calm you down. “Let’s take a look at your leg.”

Thinking that you had lost all faith until you saw a bright flashing light at the end of the tunnel. You squinted your eyes at the sudden light and Camille appeared from it. “It's not your time yet, [name].”

Having nothing else to lose, you reached out for it, and you were pulled into it by an unknown source.

Abruptly opening your eyes, your face was broken out into a cold sweat. Backing away instinctively from the many hands that were swarmed around you. They got the message and backed away from you, though it seemed like one didn't obtain the memo.

“Get away from me!” You cried out, voice seeping into cracks.

“[Name], it's me. Hope.” The auburn tried to reassure you.

“Yeah, I know who you are and you killed me!” You screamed before you backtracked. “Wait, how am I still alive, I should be dead.”

Pausing for a second as you looked up at Rebekah who shared the same confused face as you. Hope gazed up at you, “My vampire blood.” In shock, you reached to your neck, searching for the bite mark but it was gone.

You didn't want to believe what was happening. You were transitioning to a vampire. One of the most despicable creatures to ever cross the earth.

“No, no, I'm not a vampire.” You denied, letting Kol and Marcel help you up off the floor and towards the table, letting you sit down.

“Darling, you're gonna have to feed.” Rebekah told you.

The blonde vampire hands you a blood bag with a reassuring pat on the back, “Don't down it one go.” Your senses became heightened, the smell of the fresh blood overcoming your sense of smell. You felt the tingles crawling underneath your eyes as your fangs started to make way. The newly fangs protruded from your upper teeth making you flinch in distress.

You hadn't even opened the bag yet and here you were being controlled by blood. Wasting no time, your fangs burst through the bag and began to drink the contents. Closing your eyes in satisfaction, blood smeared across your mouth as the tingles formed underneath your eyes again.

“It felt like I was reliving my nightmare again.” You trembled, placing the empty blood bag on the table.

“What was the nightmare about?” Kol asked.

“Umm...my twin died when we were 13 then it shifted to my parent's death.” You explained, shifting your feet arrangement due to discomfort. You hadn't revealed that secret to anyone other than Camille.

“Does this happen often?”

“No, not to my knowledge.” Freya shook her head but then came to realization before walking somewhere to get her grimoire. Her eyes skimmed through the spell book, gawking for answers to your recent experience.

“Whenever a human turns into a vampire, they can relive their worst fear before their transition.” She reads, giving you a pitiful look. “It mainly happens if the vampire and human had a strong connection before the transition.”

You were downright furious but pushed that feeling down for the time being. So with one inhale, you started to speak. “You made me into a monster.”

“I–I, that wasn't me, I swear. I was in a bad place at the time and I thought shutting my humanity off would repair things but it doesn't. I was just trying to escape real-life and that’s when I met you and you restored me.” Hope stammers, her eyes red from the immediate crying, “I know that doesn't lessen things but I'll try. Please tell me what can I do to restore your trust.”

“Restore my trust?!! Hope, you turned me into a human leech!” You said, before taking a deep exhale, “You'll do anything?” Nodding in response as you held a deep breath in, “How about you stay the fuck away from me!”

You brushed past marcel and stormed out of the door.

Hope's legs betrayed her and she fell to the ground sobbing, Freya immediately came to her aid. Rebekah gave her husband a pointed look and he soon sped out after you, hoping to reassure your perspective of your new adapted life.

“Please stay away from me from marcel.”

“Relax, kid. I just came to talk.” He reasoned with you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Hey, don't forget. Hope's humanity was off, you know, she went through so much at such a young age. No child should have ever experienced that.”

“Well, guess that means we have a lot in common.” You sniffle, hearing the black vampire chuckle.

“You know, you're smart, I can tell you that. Had the oldest family alive fooled even? [Name] [Lastname] or is it [Name] O'Connell?”

“How did you find out?”

“Cami wrote about you in diaries.” He started, “and a jillion of pictures of you was a dead giveaway.”

“I don't know if I can ever forgive Hope for what she did.”

“Listen, you don't have to forgive her right now, give it a few weeks tops. Clear your mind and think about this clearly, call me if you need help with anything.” He advised. “Let me get you a taxi home.” Marcel offered.

“Thanks marcel.” You warmly smiled at the man as he opened the door for you.

“No problem, kiddo. Always remember that Hope wasn't in her right state of mind.” Marcel gave you that last piece of advice to think about. He shut the door and ushered the driver to drive away.

Now his words stuck in your brain, repaying constantly. Did you really choose the right choice or did you just simply overreact a bit?

“I didn't mean to hurt her, aunt Freya. I swear I didn't mean to hurt her, I care about her. So much!” Hope lets her tears fall onto her aunt's top. “It's like I'm a danger magnet to everyone I love. Y-you know, my dad died trying to protect me and so did my mom and uncle elijah. [Name] was just trying to protect me and I killed her in cold-blood.” She wailed.

“It's gonna okay, hope.”

“What if it doesn't?!” Hope snapped forcefully pulling away from the hug, “What if she completely despises me?”

“Well, we can only anticipate for the best.”

It's been about a week and a half since that argument happened. Here you were in the apartment, mindlessly looking at the wooden stake in your hand, wondering if you should actually go through with it. Most people think that suicide is a free way to escape your real-life problems but it's really not.

You wanted to be furious with Hope but you couldn't, not when she made you the most happier than you ever felt. She pulled you out of your depressed stage.

Could you ever forgive her for what she has done to you? Making you into a monster that you despised the most — the creature that ruined your life by killing your family.

Maybe today was the day that you would finally accept yourself as a vampire. Absentmindedly, playing with the ring that Freya had gifted you prior a few days earlier.

Should you visit her? You know just to see how she's doing. Would she even want to see you? Your mind goes back to the argument, her words hitting sharper than usual.

You had the decency to at least hear her out after all. You didn't even try to be in her shoes because you were so insensitive during the fight.

Today was going to change. You were going to visit Hope and try to forgive her for her reckless actions.

Currently, Hope was locked up in her bedroom, away from her prying family members. She refused to eat or even interact with her relatives after the argument.

How could she even eat? She ruined your life all while still loving you. Suddenly there was a rapid knock on her door, the tribrid let out a soft sniffle, excepting it to be her aunt.

Her voice came out as hoarse, “Go away aunt Freya!”

Instead of a defeated sigh, a short chuckle erupted from the other side of the door to which Hope froze at for a moment, “Guess again, hopey.”

“[Name]?!” The auburn shot out of her bed, not excepting you.

“Yes, it's me can you open the door, please?”

The tribid scrambled towards the door but tripped in the process which ensued in a loud thud. Paying no attention to her fall, she managed to open the door to reveal you, in all of your magnificent glory.

She didn't even know whether to smile or to frown. You somehow felt guilty about her current state. Her bloodshot red eyes and many dried-up tears. The dry mascara ran down her beautiful cheeks. Besides, Freya had advised you that Hope hadn’t eat so she sent you up with breakfast.

“Do you mind if I come in?” You ask, holding a tray of food.

“Yea-sure.” She moved aside, allowing you to enter her room.

After you walked in, Hope sighed and closed the door behind her, locking it as well, not preferring any interruptions from her relatives.

Planting yourself on her bed, you shoved the tray in front of her as your eyes beckoned her to eat. Like a lost puppy, she followed your silent instructions, delicately munching on the food as if it would run away from her.

“So what are you doing here?”

“How are you holding up?” Your sentences synchronized with the other.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “You can go first.”

She gulped down her bite. “How are you holding up?” Hope asked, “You know adjusting to your vampire life.”

“It wasn't as bad as I would think.” You replied, “yeah, I can compel other humans to do my bidding.” She lightly chuckles at your statement before downing her drink.

Once Hope finished her food, she discarded the empty tray behind her. She began to speak, “I am truly sorry for what I did to you.”

“I forgive you, Hope.” You reached out for her hands and she accepted them.

“Y-you do?” She asked unsure of your answer. It felt like a trap to her. A very deceiving trap.

“Yes, I do, even though it took me some time to develop.”

“I'm so happy that I could kiss you right now!” Hope exclaimed before she realized her last words and put on an awkward smile when she noticed your questionable gaze, “Only if you want me to. It's okay if you don't want to.”

“Of course, I want you to.” The auburn backtracked at this. You wanted to kiss her. The phenomenon felt different likewise from all those times that you hooked up.

Biting your lower lip in response as you waited for the young mikaelson to make the first move. Smiling in satisfaction as you saw her making the first initiation of leaning in. This kiss wasn't fueled by lust instead, it was restored with adoration. Her lips remained soft as you recalled, the kiss was slow and non-sexual. Giggling into the kiss as Hope wrapped her fingers into the two front belt loops of your jeans, pulling you in closer.

Once the auburn pulled away from the passionate kiss, she let out a dopey smile. “I know this might sound too forward but do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I think that we both know the question to that answer.”

“Should we celebrate?” Hope nibbled on her lower lip with a raised eyebrow. It took you a few seconds to even realize what she meant.

“But first, you need to hit the showers, you stink.” Scrunching up your nose in pure disgust. You might be happy that you solved your conflict but the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Maybe later.” You suggested with a wink, enjoying how her face turns beet red, “I'll see you outside.”

It's safe to say that bygones will be bygones according to your situation with Hope. Maybe it was all gonna be at peace between the tribrid and her beloved sire. Who knows? Only time can tell for the new couple. Just two idiots hopelessly in love with each other, what could possibly go wrong?

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