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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.

Yessssss let's go boys!

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons

As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.

"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."

"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No.....I just like people."

"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.

"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.

"Marking territory sister?"

"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."

You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.

"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.

"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."

"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.

Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.

"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.

Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.

"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"You think she is pregnant?"

"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.

"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."

"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."

"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.

"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.

"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.

"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.

"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.

"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.

"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.

"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."

"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.

"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.

"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.

"Oh....isn't weird?"

"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.

"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.

"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.

"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.

"Yes now where is our wolf?"

"Hayley is upstairs."

To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.

"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.

"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."

"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"

"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.

"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.

"Witch attack?"

"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."

"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.

"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.

Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.

"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.

"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"

"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.

"And this nonsense?"

"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.

"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."

"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.

"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."

"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.

"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.

"Morning, I missed you."

"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.

"Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.

"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"

"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.

"What plan?"

"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.

"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.

"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.

"You think the baby will like here?"

"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."

"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.

You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Be Here | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey lovelies! You ever just take a year to write a part two? Well, thanks to @hellotvshowtrash 's writing challenge I have finally written the second part to Come Back. I straight up just sat down and wrote this in less then two hours. The muses have blessed me and said Elijah Mikaelson reunion fic or nothing. I am not stupid-- I will not deny them. Shoutout to Lottie (@imdreamingwiththestars) for making me miss these boys <3

Description: Elijah was dead and now he's not, stand-alone sequel to Come Back

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, Mainly Elijah

Prompt: "What was it like to die?"

Warnings: rushed writing, mentions of depression

Word count: 2k

Tags: Soft Angst and then Fluff

It’s been two years— well, almost two years. One year, eight months, and seventeen days. But who’s counting, right? Certainly not you. Certainly you wouldn’t be stupid enough to honestly believe that he’s coming back. Even after the promises. His promises and their promises— it doesn’t matter. Both mean nothing. You don’t blame them but you would be naive to believe them.

Still, you keep count— just in case. There’s no harm in that, right? Two years— one year, eight months, and seventeen days— without Elijah Mikaelson. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, your throat closing like it’s been only a few hours. Maybe there’s a little bit of harm.

You press your face harder into the sweater curled under your head. It doesn’t smell like him anymore— there’s no cinnamon left, none of his at least. None of the sugary vanilla that used to encase her like a NOLA bakery. Only traces of Kol’s nutty cinnamon blend— he must’ve snuck in here last night at some point. Both him and Klaus occasionally do. You don’t blame them for that either— you don’t have a monopoly on missing Elijah Mikaelson.

Slipping out of his sheets is harder than you would admit if either of the brothers were to ask you. It’s not like they’re warm or anything— they’re just as ice cold as the rest of the room— but they’re his and the thought of going the rest of the day without them just doesn’t appeal to you the way it should. Voices flit up the stairs but you don’t strain hard enough to make out the words. You could if you wanted to but there’s no point— you don’t care anymore. Not about trivial things— not about talking. You only do it when you have to these days.

The trek across the room to the door takes what feels like an hour. In reality you’re sure it’s only seconds but, well, this time you aren’t counting so who knows— maybe it did take you an hour. Sun is filtering past the curtains now, painting a stripe through the dim room and across the oak floor. An hour. You pause beside his dresser, debating going in to dig out a new hoodie. You haven’t taken a new one in about three months but your stash is running sparse. It’s not a hard decision, pushing past the dresser and leaving it untouched— you’ll need it more later.

In the hallway things feel different. You can’t put your finger on what it is exactly. There’s a slight shift in the atmosphere and a little more of a kick to the energy in the compound. It feels alive— like everything is humming. The hair on the back of your neck raises instinctively, the answer on your tongue but not quite forming. It’s probably nothing— you haven’t slept in two weeks. It’s probably exhaustion. You’re a vampire but you’re not impervious to sleep deprivation. Time marches on whether or not you acknowledge it— whether or not you reject it. You’ve learned that the hard way.

It’s why you keep padding towards your room, feet soft on the hardwood, trying desperately not to draw the attention of whoever’s in the kitchen. The electric charge in the air follows you to your bedroom, increasing ten-fold when you cross the threshold and halting your advance. You haven’t been in here in weeks but for some reason it feels like everything’s been disturbed. Not in a noticeable way— there’s still a thin layer of dust over everything— but something’s off. Your stomach rolls as you glance around at your things, the pressure building as your neck tingles. You could honestly just fucking scream.

Still, you push further, braving the sudden unknown of your room with a burst of stamina you haven’t felt in months. Breaching the doorway feels like being sucked into a new planet, one unrecognizable and dangerous. Thankfully you don’t need oxygen because you’re pretty sure there’s none in your room. Your chest is tight— heavy— and you make quick work of changing into a new pair of shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt that’s been hanging untouched in your closet for at least a year. You haven’t been afraid of it, per say, but you certainly weren’t ready to wear it. Today feels like the day though.

It isn’t until you go to sit on the bed, not bothering to even try to balance as you put your socks on, that you’re finally rewarded with a clue that you may not be as crazy as you feel. It’s warm— the bed is warm. Not the whole bed— because yes, you do reach out to check— only the part you happen to sit on. It’s warm like someone was just sitting here minutes ago and you spring up as quickly as you went down, closing your eyes and pulling in as much air from the room as possible. You’re getting to the bottom of this now. When the air reaches your nose some of the pieces begin to click together—

Cinnamon.

Only a faint trace of it but still your chest jumps— is it— no don’t be stupid it couldn’t be. You thump a hand against your chest to clear the feeling as you force your legs to carry you out the door. You realize too late that you only have one sock, your bare foot pressing against the cold wood of the staircase, but you’re too far and too determined to go back now. You’ve got to find Kol and you have a pretty good idea you know where he is.

Sugar wafts to your nose as you press towards the kitchen, mixed with a touch of citrus— Klaus must’ve picked up your favourite pastries. As you reach the door voices flit stronger to your ears. You can make out Klaus’ hushed tone but not his words, followed by a comment from Kol that you can’t decipher. Good, they’re both here.

The kitchen is by far the brightest room you’ve ventured into in months, the countertops gleaming so bright you have to squint, throwing a hand over your brows. When you blink, clearing the glare however, you notice something peculiar— no pastries. You could have sworn you just smelled them—

“Love, you’re awake.” There’s a whoosh of air followed by two hands on your face and the lingering scent of honey shampoo.

You smile weakly up at Klaus, shrugging. “Was never really asleep.”

Another pair of hands wrap around your stomach, pulling you into a nutmeg chest, lips finding your head. “That’s not healthy, darling. How long’s it been now?”

Shrugging again— this time at Kol— you let your eyes wander the kitchen, nose wrinkling at the heady sugar scent. “Two weeks, give or take.”

You can’t locate the source— but, then again, you can’t see past Klaus’s worried eyes. You watch as he tosses a look behind your head, presumably at Kol. When you roll your head back though you find that his brother’s brown eyes aren’t meeting his stare but are also tilted behind him. You chest jumps again, the air thickening, energy coursing through you— what the hell is going on?

You push away from the boys, arms crossing over your chest as you turn to the source of whatever’s got the compound disrupted this morning. Opening your mouth, you go to make a snarky remark— or to scream, you aren’t sure— but when you finally see it all that comes out is a soundless gush of air. All words are lost as your eyes drag over the back of a familiar brunette head, passing down a muscled back and over sweatpants you haven’t seen worn in years. One year, eight months, and seventeen days. It’s all you can do to poke your tongue out of your mouth, sweeping it over your dry mouth and tasting sugar.

There’s just no way.

You take a step backwards, back slamming into one of the brothers but unable to tear your eyes away from the figure long enough to see who. “What— what’s happening?”

Always the noble one, Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t keep you waiting, whirling on his feet, a box of pancake mix in his hands. “Couldn’t have waited ten more minutes, baby?”

You’re not alive but for a moment it feels like your heart stops as you drink in the man in front of you. Brown hair, brown eyes, stubble on his jaw the same as the day he died. Your vision clouds over, tears tugging at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to blink them away. You’re not risking clearing a vision this clear.

You take a tentative step forward, afraid that if you move too quickly the mirage might evaporate. “Elijah?”

“Hey baby.”

If your dead heart stopped upon seeing his silhouette then it restarts when he passes you the familiar, crooked smile that you fell in love with all those decades ago— the same one you’ve been longing for since the day he left you.

Fuck tiptoeing.

You’re across the room in record time, your hair flying behind you as you launch yourself into his arms, praying to whoever will listen that your body hits something solid. There’s a muted thud followed by his arms wrapping around you— his physical, cinnamon sugar scented arms. At his reciprocated touch you finally let yourself sob. You can’t remember the last time you actually let yourself cry but you are now and it’s finally out of relief.

Your hands attack his face, palms deranged and fingers haphazardly dragging across his neck and jaw and scalp. Your shoulders are shaking, tears hot against your face and pooling over your lips but you refuse to look away from his gaze. He looks just as wild as you feel, brown eyes ticking rapidly over your features. It’s all you can do to smash your mouth against his, crying through the kiss before laughing because he still tastes like your Elijah. Like cinnamon buns and sweetness.

“This can’t be real— you’re dead. I saw you die!” You sob against his lips.

He presses his mouth back just as hard, hands digging against your skin and clawing at his band t-shirt. You reciprocate by squeezing your thighs harder around his hips, pressing your body as close to his as you can get. It’s not enough but you feel like you can finally breathe again when you crush your arms around his shoulders.

“I know—” he finally murmurs into your mouth— “but I’m here. Right here.”

You pull away, hands still carding through his soft hair, pulling at the damp strands. “‘Lijah you were dead— I— I thought you weren’t coming—”

Your chest feels heavy again but he’s quick to move, cutting your destructive train of thought with his cinnamon and honey lips. You don’t mind— he could do anything right now and you would still cling to him like your life depends on it. Kissing him has been at the top of your list for two years now— you’re not going to refuse. One of his hands lowers, hooking around your thigh and tugging you higher up his body. You’re not the only one whose life depends on staying as connected as possible.

“It’s real— I’m real. I promised you, baby. I’m back— I promise I’m back.”

Just like that you’re back to giggling against his mouth, arms anchored behind his neck. Soon your head is falling back, the euphoria rolling through your body like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You would never wish for him— for any of them— to leave you again but this feeling makes every gruelling day worth it. He’s back. As if to prove it his lips find your neck, kissing over your skin feverishly.

After a few moments of soaking in the attention of the resurrected man you finally pull yourself together enough to attempt a true conversation like a respectable woman.

“What was it like to die?”

He chuckles against your skin, shaking his head, his lips never leaving you. “I’ll tell you later— there are a few matters we need to sort out first baby, starting with getting you out of that fucking t-shirt. It’s been too long.”

Who are you kidding— he’s right and you hum your agreement, lips searching for his, desperate once more—

“One year, eight months, and seventeen days too long.”

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bonniebird · 4 years

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If you asked nicely

Reader x Mikaelsons

Requested by Anon

When you had fallen asleep Elijah had been neatly sat in one of the chairs in the corner of your room. He was softly reading some old book you’d never heard of. He had come in the angry wake of Klaus.

To his credit Klaus had tried for a day to coax you out of bed, soothing and fussing. He wouldn’t listen when you exclaimed you just want to be left alone for a day. To sleep until you roused only from your body being incapable of sleeping any longer. He had relented when he realised nothing he did would get you up. Not daring to move lest you catch the attention of one of your predatory protectors you stayed still. Hoping for more sleep. You just felt more tired now.

Something twitched the edge of your duvet and before you could decide between snapping your eyes shut and feigning sleep or glaring down whoever dared to disturb you and a new face peaked at you. “Hello Darling!” Kol said cheerfully. He smiled, shoving himself partly under the duvet and looked around as if he was appraising your docile cave. “I thought it sounded like you were awake. Elijah said not to disturb you. Apparently you gave Klaus quite the hard time.”

Amusement played with his face as he watched you. He received a frown. Not one of anger but more one you’d get if you suddenly roused someone with something delightful. You sighed, frowned and turned your head so you wouldn't have to look at him but by the time you’d done it, he’d rounded the bed and tucked his head under the duvet on the other side.

“Come on now love, don’t be like this! You’re no fun when you’re sleepy.” Kol teased before raising his eyebrows and adding. “I suppose it’s best you got Elijah helping you sleep last night, when Klaus helps you sleep… it’s a pain.” He smiled and rubbed his chest, wincing. You tried not to laugh knowing he was joking about the daggers. When he got a snicker out of you he beamed with delight.

“Kol! Brother are you pestering (Y/N)?” Elijah called from somewhere. Fake panic took over Kol’s face as he froze and leant up. Tugging the duvet up with him, letting a fresh breeze brush at your skin.

“How could you say such a thing brother! I do not pester… I seduce and intrigue, some think I’m a delight!” As he spoke he playfully wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. His eyes lit up as he heard the bubble of laughter you’d been holding onto escaped, bursting past your lips in peels of laughter that had you tearfully rolling in your bed in a fit of giggles.

“Yes! I did it!” Kol cheered, throwing his hands up victoriously. He cheered to himself, your duvet helplessly flopped across the room, making a last ditch attempt to cling to you as it defeatedly slipped to the floor.

“You didn't do anything!” You said through giggles the laughter ebbing away.

“Hey if you didn’t get out from under that blanket they were going to send in Rebekah.

“She would have just joined me and said it was a girl thing.” You pointed out knowingly. Kol gave you an agreeing nod as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“So what now, you’re free of that.” He said cast a gesture to your piled duvet on the floor. “Elijah is making enough food to kill a man. Honestly there isn’t any space in the kitchen. Klaus has been painting pictures for you since yesterday and Rebekah was gathering supplies so you two could take to the bed in an appropriately aesthetic manner.” He mimicked Rebekah’s voice for the last few words and you giggled again.

“Food sounds nice. I should probably shower though.” You said as you sighed.

He hopped up and your eyes widened when he started to undress. “Right let's get in the shower.” He said until he caught your eyes. He flashed you a smile and paused.

“I need a shower… not you!” You said quickly, finally sitting up and trying to tame your hair a little. “I might need a shower! You don’t know where I’ve been!”

“I suppose that’s true.” You mused. He watched your brow furrow as if you were mulling over where he could have been that day. Your attention was snatched back when you moved in a blur. You were whizzed past Elijah who dropped his plate he’d brought up for you. Though you were sure Kol had knocked it out of his hand on purpose.

“Brother!” He snapped sharply.

“Brother?” Kol answered in a tone that would definitely rile Elijah. Kol focused on fixing the water in the shower which made Elijah rap on the door several times.

He gestured for you to get into the water but you frowned at him. “Aren’t you going to leave?” You asked and he shrugged.

“If you’d like. I thought I’d help you wash your hair.” He paused and rolled his eyes. “It was something that was done as… a show of affection. Elijah’s still right there and I’ll keep my underwear on!” He gestured to his boxers and then to the door. “Elijah?”

“Yes Kol.” Elijah said in an unamused tone. You tried to hold back another laugh at the sound of his voice.

“See, a perfectly friendly shower.” Kol said giving you his best innocent look that gave a more dubious expression.

“What’ll I wear?” you pointed out and he shrugged.

“I won’t look at you if you like. But I’m a thousand or so. I’ve seen a lot.” he said as he stuck his hand under the running water, satisfied it was a good enough temperature he stepped in.

“You’ve seen a lot or you’ve seen a lot of naked people?” You asked curiously as you decided to undress. It would be nice to have someone do your hair for a change.

“Both?” Kol said as he, to his word, closed his eyes until you’d gotten in. “Women did find me rather irresistible back in the day.” He said as he brushed his fingers through your hair until it was damp enough to add the shampoo.

“Back in the day?”

“Well, I got a bit out of swing when I spent a few hundred years in a box, not much room for seduction in a coffin.”

He chuckled when you spluttered out a laugh as if his comment had caught you off guard. Kol’s fingers were soft and gentle. More gentle than you’d thought a vampire capable of. If you weren’t quite so intimidated by his near nudity you would have been lulled into relaxation, so much so that you could have leant against him and closed your eyes.

The shampoo smelled different and glancing at the bottle Kol had set on the shower shelf you realised it was a brand new bottle, an expensive looking brand that you hadn’t heard off before. You assumed it would have either been from Elijah or sent over by Rebekah.

For a while there was silence as Kol massaged the suds into your roots and rinsed it out, continuing to massage your scalp and neck. “You know. Affection really is wasted on modern humans.” Kol said thoughtfully as he reached for a second bottle. “The fun that could be had if you all let go just a little.”

“If every human let go we’d all be like Elena. Vampire lovers on rotation.” You said quietly. His hands stilled for a moment as he raised his eyebrows. When you glanced over your shoulder at him he chuckled.

“Careful darling. Glass houses and all that.” He said playfully as he rinsed the final suds out of your hair. “You could have four Mikaelson if you asked nicely.”

He grinned when you elbowed him gently and spluttered a little. With the gentlest brush of a kiss to your shoulder he got out of the shower, leaving to finish your shower as he deliberately dripped as much water on the floor as he could. He cracked the door open and snatched the towels that Elijah was holding out for him. He could see Klaus lurking behind Elijah and grinned. He didn’t envy Elijah for having to deal with Klaus’ grumpy mood.

“Come on then darling, you must be starved.” Kol hummed out as he unfolded teh warm, fluffy towel. It was definitely one from the Mikaelson's home. It was massive enough for you to step into it and have it wrapped around you at least twice.

When Elijah saw the state of the bathroom he sighed and glared at a gleeful Kol who bowed mockingly. Klaus bickered with Kol as you were escorted to your bedroom which had been tidied and your bed made with fresh sheets. Rebekah was sprawled over them with a pile of new pajamas beside her. “Off you go now!” She insisted once Kol was near the doorway. Both he and Klaus found the door slammed in their faces as she took a turn at fussing you. She fixed your hair and produced so many creams and powders and moisturisers your small desk was almost completely covered in little bottles. Once she was satisfied she’d fussed you enough you were relinquished into Elijah’s care to be escorted to your kitchen. You noticed everywhere was a lot cleaner and suddenly all the odd jobs that needed doing were done.

“You didn’t all have to make a fuss.” You said quietly to Elijah who smiled.

“Nonsense.” He muttered back with an endeared affection.

Kol hadn’t been kidding about the amount of food in your kitchen. Even if you invited the gang round there would be too much for you all to eat. You gave Elijah a grateful smile as he pulled out your chair and helped you sit. He must have been worried to cook so much. You hadn’t meant to worry them. You’d just felt so exhausted by everything going on in Mystic falls.

As you sat you noticed sweet paintings of plants and flowers adorned your kitchen walls. Klaus’ touch there was no doubt and you smiled as you looked at them. “Rebekah said renovating the kitchen was a bit much. So I settled for decorating.” Klaus said as he took a seat beside you. He admired the way you appreciated his work.

“Thank you. All of you. I feel much better.” you said with a smile. The stress of the chaos going on had ebbed enough for you to feel energized again. The Mikaelsons had gathered in the kitchen and all smiled as you beamed for them.

“Well, I have to apologise. If I had known looking at my beautiful face would be the thing to get you out of bed after a few days. I would have arrived earlier.” Kol said. You shared a daring look together as Rebekah groaned and helped herself to some food. Elijah rolled his eyes and tutted while Klaus growled quietly from beside you. Trying to hide a laugh you opted to stuff your mouth full with the food that had been carefully set before you.

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tanjamikaelson · 3 years

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BITTERSWEET - CHAPTER 4

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CHAPTER 4: | LOOKING FOR A TREE |

Lorena was walking through one neighborhood when she spotted a house that she liked. She walked up the stairs and knocked. A woman in her mid-forties opened a door.

"If you’re selling something we are not interested." A woman said as soon as she saw her. She tried to close the door but Lorena stopped her.

"Actually I'm interested in buying this house." Lorena told her.

"It's not for sale." The woman replied, again wanting to close the door but Lorena was holding her hand on the door so she couldn't close them because Lorena was stronger than her.

Lorena looked deep into her eyes, "Invite me in." she compelled her and she couldn't do anything but obey.

Lorena walked into the house seeing a man in the living room watching TV.

"Who was that, honey?" He asked his wife when he heard her closing the door.

“Someone you’ll regret inviting in.” Lorena spoke, then she compelled the woman again to be quiet and sit next to her husband.

“Who are you?” A man asked as he turned around to take a look at Lorena.

“A very hungry vampire.” Lorena replied dangerously before she flashed towards him when she saw that he wanted to stand up, Lorena pushed him back on the couch. She leaned closer towards him, “I do like when you humans scream and beg for mercy, but this is going to be quick, so stay quiet.” she compelled him too.

Lorena sat in between them and first turned towards the woman. She moved the hair from her neck and leaned closer. Lorena dragged her lips up her neck until she found the place where her heartbeat pounded the strongest. Woman flinched as Lorena bit into her and began to suck. When the pulse disappeared Lorena retracted her fangs and moved over to her husband.

When both of them were dead Lorena walked around the house to check it out and see what she needed to change, she walked outside to the backyard seeing a big pool. Suddenly her phone started ringing and she smiled when she saw that Kol was calling her.

"Hey, Kol." Lorena answered and sat down.

"Hello darling, just wanted to check if you're still alive." Kol said.

Lorena chuckled, “Yes, I am. I just moved into a new house. It has a pool in the backyard, perfect for throwing parties."

"So I guess it didn't go well with my brother?" Kol asked.

Lorena sighed, "He almost bit me, Kol. I can't even describe the anger that radiated from him."

"Well, it's a good thing he didn't bite you." Kol replied.

"He didn't only because Bekah was there to stop him.” Lorena told him.

"He would have healed you, he cares too much to let you die.” Kol said, "If he didn't care he wouldn't be so affected by you and me sleeping together."

"I don't know, maybe I finally pushed him away for good.” Lorena muttered.

Kol could hear that the tone of her voice has changed

"Isn’t that what you wanted?" Kol questioned.

"I don’t know, Kol." Lorena replied quietly.

“Well you should figure it out before it’s too late.” Kol advised.

"Anyway, how's New York?" Lorena changed the subject.

"You were right, it's really amazing." Kol replied, “But, sorry darling, I have to go now, my dates are here.”

“Dates, huh?” Lorena asked.

“I have to make up for what I have missed while I was in the box.” Kol replied with amusement in his voice.

“Sure you do. Have fun Kol.” Lorena told him.

“You too, darling.” Kol said before hanging up.

・ • ・ • ・

"We should meet up at Salvatore's mansion." Rebekah spoke over the phone.

"What plan did you come up with?" Lorena asked her.

"I'm going to distract Damon while you find the record we need." Rebekah explained.

"What could possibly go wrong." Lorena remarked sarcastically.

"Don't be like that, think positively." Rebekah replied, "Meet me there in 15 minutes."

"Okay, see you." Lorena said and hung up.

Right on time Lorena meets up with Rebekah in front of Salvatore's mansion. The two of them walked over to the door and knocked

Damon opened them, "What are you two doing here?"

"We considered your offer and decided to do it." Rebekah spoke and held up a bottle of wine that she brought.

"My offer?" Damon questioned looking between the two of us.

Lorena wasn't sure what Rebekah was talking about so she let her speak, "About a threesome."

Lorena was surprised to hear that, because over the phone she didn't say anything, but she decided to play along, not wanting to ruin the plan, she hoped her plan was good enough.

"Really?" Damon asked surprised and looked at Lorena, "And here I thought you can only be seduced by Mikaelson's."

“Well as far as I know Bekah is a Mikaelson." Lorena replied, with a smirk.

"Okay, I like you." Damon smirked back, "Well, come in."

Two girls walked inside and Damon closed the door. Rebekah and Lorena went to the living room where they saw a redhead girl.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Rebekah remarked, smirking.

- Damon gave Rebekah a look, " Easy there Rebekah. You know she used to beat men for sport."

"She was always quite common." Rebekah said with annoyance in her voice.

Sage glared at her with a fake smile, "Rebekah, what a happy surprise."

"You never told me how you two know each other." Damon said.

"She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over 900 years ago." Rebekah informed him.

"What? Creepy suicidal guy?" Damon asked, looking over at Sage.

"What are you doing here, Sage?" Rebekah asks point blank, not particularly caring and already knowing.

Sage was quick to respond, "Well I finally heard that Finn is out of that casket her rageaholic brother Klaus put him in."

"Finn, you just missed him." Rebekah patronized, "He left town and didn't tell a soul where he was going."

Sage didn't seem fazed, "He probably went looking for me." She assumed. Rebekah scoffed, "Or quite possibly he forgot all about you."

"I doubt that." Sage said confidently.

The tension was high and uncomfortable as Rebekah spoke again, "Well he didn't seem to mention you. Sorry you came all this way for nothing."

Rebekah and Sage were looking at each other with hatred in their eyes.

"Did I ever tell you you're sexy when you're bitchy? Damon spoke from behind Rebekah.

Rebekah didn't look towards him as she said to Lorena, "Maybe we should leave."

Lorena nodded in agreement as Damon came closer and put his arms around hers and Rebekah's shoulder, "Now why would you do that. You know what they say, two's company, three's a party and four.."

Lorena looked at him, "Are you sure you can handle three of us?"

"There's only one way to find out." Damon replied as he took a bottle of wine from Rebekah and broke the neck of the bottle off.

Damon and Sage started dancing together while Rebekah sat down next to the man on the piano. She bit his neck and started to feed. Lorena got over to the table with drinks and poured herself something strong, because she will need it. When she looked back at them she saw that Rebekah and Damon were feeding on a man at the same time. Damon pushed the man, who is now dead, off the bench and moved towards Rebekah. He gently grabbed her face in his hand and kissed her.

Sage turned up other music and Damon and Rebekah started dancing. Damon's hand rested on her waist while Rebekah's were running through his lush hair. He hummed pleasantly and Rebekah straddled his right leg, allowing her to get even closer to him.

"God, you're so sexy." Damon whispered into her ear and ground his hardened cock into her, tightening his grip on her hips.

Rebekah smirked playfully before shoving Damon backwards onto the plush couch next to where Sage was sitting. Rebekah bit her bottom lip and started to give him a lap dance. Damon's dark blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched her hands trail over her body. Sage moved closer to Damon and nipped at his lips. He smirked and went in for a passionate kiss.

Lorena took that as an opportunity to slip away and go to look for the library where the records should be.

When Sage started kissing down Damon's neck he spoke thinking Lorena was still there, "You're missing out all the fun." He looked at the place where he last saw her but she wasn't there any more, "Where is your friend?" he asked Rebekah who was still dancing.

She straddled his hips, "She probably went to the bathroom."

Damon grabbed her hips, "And maybe we should move to the bedroom."

"Maybe we should." Rebekah whispered against his lips, pulling him into a kiss.

Suddenly Rebekah's head snapped to the right, Damon and Sage looked very pleased with each other. Damon hoisted Rebekah over his shoulder and they went up stairs. He placed her into his bed. Sage quietly walked over to the bed and sat next to Rebekah. She placed her hand on Rebekah's head and got inside her head. She smiled. Damon mouthed, "What?" to Sage and Sage put a finger to his lips. She nodded her head towards the bathroom and started to walk over to it while taking her shirt off. Sage walked into the shower and Damon got in with her.

"Well, are you gonna torture me or are you gonna tell me what she's up to? Damon asked.

"I'd rather show you." Sage said before kissing Damon. He saw the memories that Sage saw when she touched Rebekah.

"A white oak tree. There must have been a new tree to replace the old." Rebekah told Klaus as she showed him a photograph of a cave on her phone. Then she showed him another memory where Rebekah and Lorena were talking with Carol Lockwood.

Damon broke off the kiss and looked at Sage, "There's another tree."

"I think her friend is snooping around to find the record." Sage told him and without another word Damon rushed over to the library.

Lorena just found a book and she was about to open it when Damon appeared in front of her and took it from her hands.

"You sneaky little thing, I knew you wouldn't want a foursome with us." Damon stated.

"Yeah, I would rather read a book than sleep with you." Lorena replied in a snarky voice.

"Now, why would you want to read milling records?" Damon questioned, "Unless you and Rebekah were looking for something." Lorena crossed her arms without saying anything, but Damon opened a book and read, "In 1912, the Salvatore milling company chopped down the forest and its most valuable wood was the White oak tree that was used to make the Wickery bridge." he closed the book and looked at Lorena, "Guess your plan didn't work out as you thought it would."

"So all the wood stripped from the underside of that bridge is basically a weapon that can kill an original?" Sage asked.

"Yup." Damon replied.

"You see how this could be a problem for me, right?" Sage pointed out.

"Why? Because of your true love Finn? Let me tell you something, I met the guy, you're not gonna miss him." Damon said, adding, "But let's make a deal. You let me kill Rebekah and I consider Finn untouchable, you guys walk into a sunset together."

Lorena scoffed, "Don't trust him. The Originals are linked if one dies they all die." Sage looked angrily at Damon before quickly snapping his neck.

Then she turned to Lorena, "I guess we have an white oak tree to burn."

Before they left for the Wickery bridge Lorena went to Damon's bedroom and fed Rebekah her blood so that she could heal faster. When she woke up the three of them left to burn the tree.

Damon drove towards the bridge and saw Rebekah, Lorena and Sage standing in front of a bonfire of the wood from the white oak tree. He stopped the car and got out, slamming the door.

Rebekah smirked evilly at him, "Your grand plans always seem to get ruined, don't they? Sorry to disappoint you. Again."

"Better luck next time." Lorena smirked before the two of them speeded off into the night.

・ • ・ • ・

I'm going to post two chapters this weekend. I need to speed up a little bit and get to the more interesting parts of the story. So, the next chapter is going to be up on Sunday.

Thank you for reading. :)

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shelby-love · 3 years

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STEFAN SALVATORE

Fatherly Joy of Letting Go

Requested: no

Prompts: “Aren’t you going to give me the ‘if you hurt my daughter, I’ll kill you’ talk?”; “Why? My daughter is perfectly capable of killing you herself, should the need arise.”

Credits to @oopsprompts for the perfect prompts! You can find their post on my side-blog ( @fairy-archive ), I reblogged it!

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I LOVE THIS (915 words wow!)

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Rebekah maneuvered the golden hairpins into your hair with what looked like actual struggle. "Could you stop moving for a second?"

"I'm trying." You mumbled through gritted teeth. Not only were the hairpins the sole reason your scalp was hurting, but they were also incredibly over the top.

What kind of teenager wears gold encrusted hairpins from the 16th century to a first date in the 21st one. You, apparently.

They seemed extensive even with the fact that you were going out with a century old vampire.

Your lips twisted in distaste when you saw them glimmer under the light.

"These very pins were worn by Anne Knollys in the 16th century. A baroness. Gorgeous if you ask me." Your aunt spoke up, pinning another golden pin into your curls. "Here. All done."

You wanted to asked what the fuss was all about but then again... She probably knew the woman that had once owned the very hairpins that are stuck in your hair.

Rebekah had a way of making things extraordinary. Dressed in casual clothing - a t-shirt and a pair of jeans – it was your hairstyle that spoke volumes and told a story of who you were. Someone confident and naturally beautiful. "Wow."

"I know right?" She beamed, pulling you up with little to no effort. "Now the dress."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Pinch me."

She laughed, "I won't. Because you know it's real."

Getting into the dress was easier said than done. Rebekah was particularly keen on helping you in without moving a single hairpin. The flowy dress had a special shine to it. You looked great.

"You look gorgeous, my love." She mused with a small smile as she fixes the back of your dress.

"You really think so?"

"I bet he won't be able to take his eyes and hands off you tonight," Rebekah remarks, her eyes alight with excitement.

You grasp your dress in your hands and make your way down. Sure enough, light chatter makes its way into your ear as you descend the stairs.

Stefan Salvatore is standing in the grand foyer, talking quietly with your father and uncles. They all look tall and imposing, though Elijah, Kol and your father had a certain air around them. Older vampires, let alone the oldest ones, tended to have weight in their stares, as if the passing centuries had left a tangible heaviness behind their tale.

Stefan is standing in the middle of them with his back facing the staircase.

They cease talking as soon as the clicking of your heels enter their ears, and the smell of your perfume wafts through the air. Stefan turns around, and you feel as if all breath from your lungs was knocked out. You swallow shyly, still not quite unable to meet his stare.

His handsome looks don't deceive. The hero like hair is combed back and styled nicely in a way that made you sure he had help. Underneath the dark expensive suit, he's wearing a milky white dress shirt and a striped gray and deep red silk tie.

Stefan's eyes widen when he catches the sight of you. They rake you from top to bottom, from the golden pins to the tips of your black pointy heels, then back up again before settling to your eyes. Something flared in his eyes, exciting you for what's to come this evening.

He steps forward gracefully as you finish walking down the stairs. "You look beautiful, Y/N," he says before he brushes his warm lips on your knuckles.

"Have fun you two," says Elijah with a smile. Your eyes dart to the expensive bottle of wine he cradles in his arms. Very expensive.

No wonder he's letting you go just like that.

"Don't stay out late," reminds Kol, raising his index finger to Stefan.

"Do we have a curfew?" You ask him jokingly.

"Yes." He informs proudly. "Be back before midnight. I'll be here waiting with my shotgun."

Snickers and light laughs erupt within the groups.

Stefan Salvatore smirks, pulling you close to him. "Aren't you going to give me the 'if you hurt my daughter, I'll kill you' talk?"

He had directed his question at your real father. The one who really had the right to wait for you with his shotgun. Or fangs, in his case.

If it were any other man, he would have him dead before sunrise.

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you – Stefan Salvatore wasn't just anyone.

Not even your dad could kill him thanks to the history the two shared long before you were in the picture.

"Brave as always, Stefan." Klaus mused with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"I try my best." Your date returned in the same matter with a gallant tilt of his head.

Your darling father walked toward you, only you, and took your hands in his like he had done countless of times when you were a child. Something felt different because he didn't want to let go. "You look dashing."

"Thank you, dad."

The kiss he pressed to your cheek was the seal of his approval.

"Why? My daughter is perfectly capable of killing you herself, should the need arise."

"Nik!"

"Relax Rebekah," He brushed her off. "This is me being approving of their relationship."

The air changed and you breathed in relief.

"Now," Your dad clapped. "Off you go. And like Kol said, we will be waiting."

His eyes glowed in yellow for effect.

Stefan only smiled tightly, gripped your waist, and maneuvered you to his flashy car.

"That went well." He muttered, once both of you settled inside and the leather scent of the car's interior seemed to overtake your senses.

"Stefan," you breathed, eyes glimmering under the moonlight. "It couldn't have gone better. Trust me."

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misssophiachase · 4 years

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For @klarolinefallbingo Jack ‘O’ Lantern

Part 1 of this drabble - Knives Out (Pumpkin Carving Consent) - is HERE

Everyone’s A Winner

Klaus has decided to propose and thinks pumpkin carving is a good way to do it given Caroline lives for the activity and the holidays. Pity his competitive siblings didn’t get the memo on helping to behave and set the mood.

Mikaelson Compound - New Orleans, LA - Halloween Eve

“Kol stabbed me,” Rebekah whined, gesturing to the red, bloodied mark that was already beginning to heal.

“Nothing I haven’t done before and will do again, that’s a promise. Anyway, she dumped these disgusting pumpkin innards all over me,” he growled, attempting to remove the orange gunk from his dark hair.

Caroline couldn’t quite believe they’d walked the earth for over one thousand years given the level of maturity they were currently displaying. But at the same time, it was incredibly amusing.

Her boyfriend didn’t seem to share her thoughts given the dirty looks he was shooting their way from the other side of the courtyard. He’d been extremely protective and secretive of his finished product since they began carving. Caroline liked that they were both highly competitive and after tonight she knew that would translate well in their bedroom.

Elijah meanwhile was incredibly zen putting the final touches on his pumpkin, clearly he’d learned how to block his siblings out after all those years spent together.

“Maybe if you two spent more time carving and less time complaining we might finish these in time for this Halloween,” Klaus growled, finally finding his voice.

“Someone is clearly worried his pumpkin won’t win the competition.”

“Last time I checked I was the artist in the family, little sister,” he scoffed.

“Enough with the oversized ego, Nikalus,” Kol groaned. “So, when I do win, what’s my prize, darling?”

Caroline paused momentarily, realising she hadn’t thought of a prize. Given the Mikaelsons seemed to actually be participating and enjoying a holiday, Caroline knew she needed to think of something fast.

“Well, I think you’re all doing an impressive job...”

“Did someone spike her pumpkin spiced latte?” Kol asked curiously.

“Enough with the pleasantries, Forbes, what will I win?” Rebekah demanded.

Gee, these Mikaelsons were a tough crowd to please.

“You know it’s not about who wins and loses, right?” Elijah had returned to the conversation. “It’s about the fun of participating.”

“No, I think someone spiked his latte,” Rebekah snorted.

“Nobody spiked anything,” she shot back tersely. “Why can’t you people just get along and appreciate the holidays? Is that too much to ask in this family?”

“Exactly! I’ll dagger you all if you don’t cease haranguing Caroline,” Klaus snarled. Given his tone, Caroline knew he wasn’t joking and would probably do it.

“Threats aren’t in the holiday spirit either,” Caroline admonished. Yes, he could be hot when he was protective but wasn’t setting a good example either.

“Okay, the winner gets bragging rights until Thanksgiving.” Given the unimpressed looks on their faces, Caroline knew that wouldn’t cut it. “Uh, and a special holiday trophy.” She lied. It was all she had on such short notice.

“We get a trophy?” Rebekah asked excitedly.

“No, I get the trophy,” Kol shot back.

“Yes,” Caroline faltered, not expecting that to please the Original siblings who could have anything they wanted in the world. “And the winner keeps it until Thanksgiving when we’ll have another challenge and so forth.”

“Why didn’t you just say that from the beginning?” Rebekah asked.

“Yeah, I could have definitely gotten into these holidays if I knew I could beat Rebekah.”

Turns out that competitive streak ran in the family. Caroline loved Klaus but had always struggled fitting in with his prickly siblings. Maybe they were more alike than she first thought?

If it meant they would enjoy the holidays with her, Caroline knew she’d had a small victory. She couldn’t miss the way Klaus was flashing those dimples in her direction from afar, clearly reading her thoughts.

“Okay less talking and more carving. Once you finish we’ll light them up for judging and no peeking beforehand.”

The siblings were uncharacteristically quiet as they finished their creations. Caroline meanwhile had to come up with a trophy at last minute. Lucky she loved a challenge and was extremely resourceful under pressure.

Two hours later

“This whole competition is fixed!” Kol hissed, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Rebekah was close on his heels.

“Talk about a conflict of interest. Unbelievable!”

“Way to ruin this moment,” Klaus growled. “For once could you two please stop thinking about yourselves and shut the hell up?”

Caroline meanwhile was in total shock, unable to reply let alone form words. Well, none that were in actual English. She could only focus on the light-filled jack ‘o’ lanterns nearby.

“Well, I think it’s all rather lovely,” Elijah offered, gesturing to them lined up in a row in the courtyard, the glow emanating reflecting a warm, orange hue.

In any other situation this might have been romantic, heartwarming even. But not with this family.

“He’s not only hoodwinked our judge, he carved three pumpkins. That wasn’t in the rules,” Kol complained.

“His carvemanship isn’t even that good,” Rebekah critiqued. “His M’s look like H’s. I mean what exactly does ‘Will you Harry He?’ actually mean?”

Caroline meanwhile was still in shock. In fact, she’d blocked out any of their ridiculous remarks as soon as the jack ‘o’ lanterns were unveiled, his especially.

“I think it’s time you all left.” Klaus ordered, breaking Caroline from her trance. “Except Caroline, of course.”

“But the winner hasn’t been announced yet,” Rebekah said, glaring at Caroline and no doubt trying to preempt the result.

“Because that’s the most important thing right now,” Elijah murmured. “Okay, let’s leave these two alone.” They went, albeit begrudgingly, but Caroline knew they’d be back as soon as possible.

That only left the possible fiancés in their wake.

“I know you have high standards, love, but I was hoping you might like my offering?” Klaus asked, closing the distance between them.

Caroline, meanwhile, was still stuck to the spot. She could hear him talking but her focus was still very much trained on the jack-o-lantern proposal she wasn’t expecting.

At all.

“You carved me a proposal?” She squeaked, finally finding her voice.

“I know how much you love the holidays and I thought it might be a good time to ask you to spend all eternity with me. I can’t promise that my siblings won’t show up from time to time to ruin things though. Tonight is case in point.”

“You carved me a proposal?”

“Well, yes, and I also got you one of these,” he offered, kneeling down in front of her and flashing an impressive, princess cut, diamond ring. “If you’ll have me, of course?”

For being the most powerful creature on earth, he was certainly looking extremely vulnerable at that very moment. Caroline still couldn’t find the words even if she knew what her answer was given it was a no-brainer.

Her silence was no doubt making him more nervous because he continued.

“You are the love of my life, Caroline Forbes. For someone who has been on this earth for, uh a while, you have taught me more in the past few years than I ever imagined. You constantly challenge me and make me want to be a better hybrid, well for the most part.”

Caroline was struggling to hide her smile now. Who knew the Original Hybrid had it in him?

“Not only that, your passion for life, including the holidays, is contagious and I love the fact you’ve introduced my family to all new traditions. We didn’t have the best upbringing and it means so much that you can give us another chance to really live and experience things. Well, if you’ll agree to marry me?”

Now the tears welling in her eyes were well and truly free, spilling down her cheeks. She knew she loved him, she knew what her answer was minutes earlier but now it was going to get messy.

“You carved me a proposal,” she sobbed.

“As you’ve mentioned before, and here I thought you’d like it,” he murmured, his discomfort obvious and not just because he was still kneeling on the floor.

“I do, I love it,” she whimpered. “I love you and especially since you proposed on a holiday. And you can carve a pumpkin, no matter what Rebekah says.”

“I heard that,” Rebekah scowled. Clearly they hadn’t gone far.

“So any chance you want to answer my question this century, love?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” she rambled. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you and your crazy relatives.”

“We heard that,” Kol shared from the shadows.

He placed the ring on her finger and pulled her into his arms. Caroline revelled in his embrace, thinking life couldn’t get any better than this. And all on a holiday which made things so much better.

Before they could really celebrate, his family converged on them. Yes, there was some minimal celebration but suddenly they were all standing by their jack ‘o’ lanterns in anticipation.

“There is no way that is happening tonight,” Klaus chided. “We have big plans that don’t involve any of you.”

“Oh come on, Klaus. I did promise,” Caroline offered.

“I don’t care,” he rebutted, picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder. Caroline was so swept up in the moment that she didn’t even call him out on his petulant behaviour. But she also knew what was waiting for her upstairs and couldn’t exactly complain.

Turns out Elijah won the competition and the sought after trophy. But Klaus, Kol and Rebekah swore vengeance for Thanksgiving.

And they were all looking forward to it for the first time in their lives.

#klaroline fall bingo #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fanfic #soooo fluffy but hope you like it #everyone's a winner

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So this is a weird thing to bring up, but I was thinking about the weirdness regarding the accents of all the Originals and remembered the scene in ATFBBTF where Elena tells Klaus that she knows he is faking the accent. In canon, we know Mikael has a British accent (despite being a viking in a settlement located in current day Virginia) and all of them speak the way they do in the present throughout all their flashbacks. I love all of your charactizations throughout your fics and wanted to know: What are your personal headcanons regarding all the accent stuff and how all the cultures the Originals have lived through have affected the way they speak, think, behave, etc.?

Not a weird thing to bring up at all, because as it turns out, I am hyper-fixated on this franchise and would love to talk about any element of it!

This is kind of long so I put my answer under the cut:

Personal headcanons: I like to think that all of their accents are subtly WEIRD not only because they have moved all over the place but because pronunciation of languages like English have shifted so much over time. Like, I remember an early interview with Daniel Gillies where he said that he tried to make his accent sound like it was from everywhere and nowhere, because the Originals had traveled so extensively over such a long period of time. The other thing is that their syntax tends to lag inevitably behind-- yes, they incorporate new phrasings, like Elijah using “OMG” with such relish in 2x19, but I try to think about the way English was shaped in modernist novels when I’m writing Rebekah-- her idioms are all about a century out of date-- or slip in little anachronisms that aren’t quite off but are no longer common in daily speech like “shan’t” or even older slang like “belle chose.”

The scene in FE where Elena asks Rebekah how many languages she speaks sums it up pretty well-- they’ve been speaking a lot of these languages as they evolved from middle languages to early modern languages to modern and then contemporary language. The slippage amongst them must be pretty extraordinary-- I like the idea that even though the Originals “mostly” sound contemporary that there would be a lot of random archaic forms peppered in.

Another idea I had is that their names are probably different than the ones they originally had, but since they’ve all traveled and evolved linguistically/culturally together, they have changed how they think of each other, and maybe even their original names are getting fuzzy in their mind (Rebekah alludes to this in that same conversation in FE). This is partially born out of my general distaste for the Viking!origins that make no bloody sense to me and the fact that even if they’re all Vikings, why is Klaus’s name Niklaus (the German form of a Greek origin name), and then Elijah, Esther, Mikael, and Rebekah have Hebrew origin names and then mysteriously Finn, Kol, and Freya have Viking names? It makes no sense which is why I came up with the idea that they’ve changed their names over time, adapting and adopting what suited them.

The idea that they grew up in Virginia a thousand years ago is so cringe that I mostly try to block it out (I was writing ATFBBTF while season 3 was airing, which is why I reference it explicitly; that was before I was comfortable just papering over things I don’t like so much)-- like, Elijah, there weren’t wild horses in the Americas a thousand years ago! You’re confused!

I’ve talked about this at detailed length with @icebluecyanide (whose thoughts on this are AMAZING) but I’m really fond of irrevocably attached to the idea that the Originals are actually Russian or some other Slavic country in origin. Playing on the whole “my father was a wealthy landowner in Eastern Europe,” and also in a meta-sense playing with Eastern European vampire folklore. (Also I would love anything that gets rid of that awful Mikaelson “surname”! That name keeps me up at night. Also, why does Rebekah have it. She’s not a son.)

I do think that they all tend to be really, really stuck in the middle ages in terms of their thinking about their place in the world, the roles of men vs. women, fathers vs mothers vs sisters vs brothers, and who has filial duty to whom. Maayyybbbeeee some Humanist ideas sunk in, but honestly, there’s a reason that Rebekah still cleaves to Klaus and it’s because he’s her brother and she very much conceives of herself as lower in the family chain, even though she also rebels against it (but never quite seriously). Klaus is patronizing and domineering because he very much so sees that as his divine right-- he’s the special one, the hybrid, the king of kings. And also, he’s not even aware of his sexism when in SWBS he tells Elena things like “don’t you want to be a nurse or a teacher or a mother” (not that those aren’t critical, difficult, amazing careers!)-- it’s just that his idea of career options for women hasn’t changed in like at least a hundred years so he falls back on to him the obvious standards.

Hmm what else... they’re all definitely cultural chameleons, though, obviously, some places left bigger impacts on them than others. I think of Italy, and England, and New Orleans when I think of their “home” cultures, but that might be because that’s where we see them in flashbacks the most often. It’s easier to blend in for the three who are awake for most of everything, of course, because changes are incremental and fluid from their perspective, happening little by little and organically as they travel.

Oh! And I think my last thing is that I am really fond of the idea that Kol and Finn were both just caught in a supernatural sleep for all that time they were daggered... so Kol is constantly having to reinvent himself and his facility with language since I get the impression he gets daggered pretty often, though also undaggered whenever his siblings decide they miss him, which is often enough to keep him spry and make him really really good at learning language and adapting, but poor Finn has to learn contemporary English from scratch when he’s undaggered and he’s lost and bewildered in the modern world and it’s really only the fact that he already thinks of his whole existence as a bewildering haze of hell on earth that he (eventually) learns enough English and modern customs to cope (so long as no one pays close attention; he blanks a lot on which word he should use.).

I think that’s it???

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Your breath danced in the sky of the frigid air, you were supposed to be inside mingling with the other guests and having fun, but Mikaelson galas were never your thing no matter how much Rebekah forced you to attend. Not that you didn’t know how to party, God knows you knew how to throw it back but the anxieties of a big crowd who ninety-seven percent you didn’t know kept you prisoner to the balcony. And being honest, you didn’t mind. One thing Mystic Falls was good for was their nightlife, you had never seen stars twinkle so brightly or the moon staring down at you so humbly.

“I thought you'd be out here,” you felt a familiar whisper in your ear as two long arms wrapped around you. “Anything the matter love?” Klaus’ stubble tickled the side of your face.

“Nothing.”

“If nothing was the matter, then you’d be out there with me”, he pulled you closer, “showing you off in that ravishing dress that I sat in a dressing room for hours waiting for you to pick.” You could feel the smirk in his voice.

You fought back a smile as you turned around and playfully jabbed your elbow into Klaus’s gut.

“There’s that beautiful smile, now how about that dance love.”

Your face dropped, “But Kl-”

“If it's prying eyes you’re scared of,” he took one of your hands into his, “I’ll stay close to you.” He kissed you hand. “And if it’s the dancing you’re scared of, remember that you are a professional, it anyone has to be scared it me,” he joked in hope of making you feel more at ease.

Knowing you couldn’t resist the accursed Mikaelson charm you caved. “Fine.”

Your ears welcomed the sound of smooth saxophone and delicate piano, there was not a hitch at the gala. As to be expected. Discreetly looking around all the guests were in their best attire, whether rented or bought, for the night.

You caught Rebekah, Kol and Elijah in the crowd. “Y/N! I’m surprised to actually see you’re out here”, Rebekah remarked taking a sip from her wine glass. “And I see that my choice is dress fits you well.” She took a whole scope of the gold ball gown that hugged your body. The gown had off the shoulder sleeves with glitter decorations that matched the gold makeup that adorned your face. It complimented nicely against your brown skin tone making it even more radiant, even you had to agree that you looked like a meal that Klaus couldn’t stop staring at. All observations from how tight Klaus is holding you at the waist and how his fingers are wandering slightly.

Kol turned his attention from Rebekah to you and smiled, “I’m sure Klaus had his hand in this somewhat, but nonetheless happy to see you enjoying the party Y/N.” You nodded your head in thanks, and pulled a curly away from your face that had happened to have fallen out your elegant bun.

“You look beautiful tonight”, Elijah humbly complimented you and gave a cheers with his wine glass.

“Thank you, I can say the same for you all as well”, you complimented them all back with a smile and it was true. Rebekah had on a deep red fitted dress that showed off her curves, Elijah as usual was wearing a suit but it was all plack. Kol was dressed in a classic suit, with a white blouse, black bow ties, and his best accessory his smirk. Klaus was dressed similarly, but instead of a smirk Klaus donned a knowing smile almost as mischievous as the stars you were gazing at earlier. But, this smile brought out his dimples that you loved so much and at times rarely got to see.

Klaus cut in and took your hand, “I am sure you would all be more than delighted to continue complimenting Y/N, but she owns me a dance.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at Klaus’s antics and walked off, leaving Kol and Elijah to their own devices. Not waiting on them Klaus turned to you, “Shall we?”

Craning your neck to look up at him you nodded, “We shall.” He led you to the crowd of dancers and placed his hand on your hips ready for the next slow song to begin. The second the song started you and Klaus started moving, most of your jitters melted in the joint swells of music and pleasure. You felt right in his arms, and he caught in yours, the steps flowing you two like sighs slipping against a silk pillow. Klaus's breath, short and trembling, brushed your hair, and he saw the laughter glitter in your eyes.

“Tell me I didn’t do you a favour tonight,” he whispered in your ear.

You flashed him a rueful smile.

“You wait until I step on all your toes.”

Leaning his head back to let out a laugh you and Klaus continued to twirl around on the dance floor until you needed a drink, excusing yourself for a moment you headed to the bar. You took a seat next to a young man and slouched, calling to get the waiters attention your ordered you drink and slammed it down your throat once it arrived. Not paying to how to the body sitting next to you was staring in amazement.

“Tough day?” They questioned.

“Something like that.”

He stuck out his hand,“Damon Salvatore, a pleasure.”

Grasping his hand and shaking it, “Y/N L/N”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Enjoying the atmosphere,” you fingered the next drink in front of you.

“You mean enjoying that dance with the devil?” Damon leaned closer to the bar, but turned his body toward you.

You hummed, “Devil? You must mean Klaus. So you were watching me… What’s so wrong about a little dance with the devil? He was God’s favorite,” you innocently inquired. What made this guy so set on Klaus anyway?

“Keyword was. Wouldn’t want to be around a guy like him,” he gave you an award winning smile that didn’t reach his icy blue eyes.

Matching his energy you carefully took a sip of you beverage, “Duly noted.” With that final response you decided to head upstairs for a while to clear your head and take a break from the crowded foyer. However not before noticing a lithe form brunette come talk to Damon, as she was conversing with him she shot a wary look at you then focused back on Damon. You made a face, something about the way she carried herself and her energy threw you off.

Walking into your bedroom you noticed that there was a tower of different types of cupcakes on a stand on your dresser. You bit back a smile as you took the note that was on the tray and read, the note being from Klaus didn’t contain much. Just a ‘For my darling’ but it was enough for you. Klaus probably knew you'd get tired of the celebration going on downstairs with people you didn’t know, how thoughtful. Without missing a beat you shoved a powdered brownie into your mouth in delight. This was proving to be a day in your favor, you decided to sit on your bed and continue to enjoy your time scarfing down the delicious sweets.

However, while being preoccupied with licking the frosting off your finger you didn’t feel a sneaking presence behind you, and from then on your world dimmed from your perspective, and you were welcomed by darkness.

“Mmmhhh….” You groaned awake, there was something stiff sitting under you. If you were still enough you could feel a draft around your ankles.

“Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice teased. Your brows furrowed, you clenched your eyes not wanting to open your eyes to the blinding lights that were waiting for you. The whizing of the lightbulbs were making your pounding headache worse, you felt your body sway in the chair you were placed- more like tied to- in.

Not being particularly in the mood for whatever was about to happen, “Suck my left titty.”

“Ohhh such colorful words for a lady.”

Opening your eyes just a sliver, you hissed in pain at the bright lights, “I’ll show you a lady when I shove my foot up your ass.” You gulped right after that comment, your throat was as dry as the Sahara.

You heard some shuffling around the room, “Here”, a cool glass of water was pressed to your lips that you eagerly downed. Gathering enough grit to open your eyes, the lights burned your eyes but you ignored it and took a look of the room you were in through blearly eyes.

Once you realized where you were, you scoffed, “You have got to be kidding me. A cellar? Seriously?” You turned your head forward, your puffy dress making it difficult to adjust your seating. You realized it was Damon in the room with another man, he was older with dull blue eyes and sandy blond hair.

“At least it’s not some creepy tomb,” quipped Damon who leaned back against a wall.

“Enough with the chit chat”, the mystery older man butted in stepping forward, “What is your affiliation with Niklaus.”

Giving him back a dull look, you shifted back in your seat, taking careful note of how the rope tied around your wrists were beginning to rub them raw. Not liking your silence, the man stepped forward and leaned in close to your face.

“I asked you a question”, you could feel his breath on your face.

There was a long pause, internally rolling your eyes you answered, “The white man's whore.” His eyes went wide for a second not expecting the type of answer from your mouth, you heard Damon snort in the background. You had to stifle a laugh, “Kidding, I’m one of Klaus’s friends.”

“Friend? I just thought you were one of mindless blood bags,” Damon muttered off to the side, “That psychopath isn’t capable of having or even maintaining friendships.”

Squatting in front of you, the man who had yet to introduce himself scanned your face and body, “I never believed that my bastard of a son would obtain a friend, a lady to some extent no doubt.” His blue eyes continued to pick and prod at your body, most likely wondering why you haven’t started to beg for your life. You were as cool as the other side of the pillow, almost as if you were treating all of this as a game.

Cocking your head to the side, “So… You must be the infamous Michael, huh. I expected someone more… frightful.” You carefully chose your words and kicked off the heels you were still in, somehow you knew this encounter would take a while.

“An immortal vampire hunter doesn’t scare you?”

“Quite frankly, people in white sheets with holes cut in them have a higher place on my fright-o-meter than you”, you answered smarty and tilted your head. You watched as Michael’s previously amused face morphed into a frown. “So what do you want with me? If you thought I was somehow Klaus then you desperately need glasses.”

Damon stepped in with his arms crossed, “We didn’t, we just thought you’d be somewhat important to the big bad wolf seeing as you’re not dead yet. Considering our coupe d'etat didn’t work out so well, you were plan B.” He relaxed his shoulders, “Or in this case, our collateral damage if things get dicey.” Damon seemed proud of his last minute plan.

There was a pause as you took everything in, “So… What I’m hearing is your sorry excuse for an overthrow failed, so you ran around like headless chickens to try and save your own ass so you kidnapped me.” You squinted your eyes in thought, “And in all of that you left an original- correction Klaus Mikaelson, with ground zero morals free to roam the town in possibility of finding the girl you kidnapped. Man, and I thought you were dumb before.”

“What could you possibly know about killing an original?”

“Nothing”, you shrugged, “but I do know Klaus and he will most definitely set everything in his path ablaze to find something in light of your shitty. In conclusion, he’ll dick your shit.” You finished with a straight face.

Damon seemed to mull this over in his head while Michael turned his attention back to you.

“Ladies, shouldn't curse”, his beady eyes tried to stare through you.

Without missing a beat, “Get fucked-”

The rest of your sentence was cut off as Michael backhanded you and your face went sharply to the side, the sound of the slap resounded in the room.

Damn looked startled, “Wait, I didn’t know harming the h-”

Michael cut him off sharply, “Leave us boy, I have some catching up to do with my sons friend. I see it… obligatory to see what he’s been up to.” He turned his back to Damon to look at you as you recovered from the slap, your cheek was turning crimson.

You grit your teeth through the sting, “You hit like a bitch.” Which almost earned you another that Damon sped over to catch Michaels wrist tightly in his grip.

“You better keep it light with the hits”, Damon whispers through his teeth, eye staring intensely intO Michales. “If your little plan doesn’t work then we’re all fucked.”

Roughly grabbing his hand back, Michael shrugged him off, “If Klaus is the same weak boy that I knew centuries ago, then he’ll be easy to detain. Now leave us.” Damon stared on more for a few seconds, and then took his leave. Michael turned his attention back to you once again, and roughly grabbed your face with one hand.

“So this is what my dear son is so fond of. You have quite a mouth on you… Let’s change that.” And you were met with another backhand to the face that turned your world dark.

The Salvatore cellar smelled metallic and there were droplets of blood on the flood courtesy of Michael. You had been in and out of consciousness for what you could only guess were two days. You whole body felt like it was on fire, you could tell your face was swollen just by the gentle throbbing of it. Damon had been nice enough to make sure you were somehow fed, and took a daily shower. With all this craziness you should've been saved by now. You hadn’t heard a peep out of anyone’s mouth about his whereabouts and it was beginning to scare you.

With how things were going, it seemed like the universe hated you for the moment, your wrists had most definitely been rubbed raw and hurt like a bitch. Your back hurt too with sitting in a chair day and night, you were brought out your thoughts when you heard a distant crash upstairs and some yelling. You tried keeping up with your ears, but your body had other plans and shut down to the amount of stress you were under.

You felt the room sway under your feet, you hissed in pain as you felt someone tug on the rope that tied your wrists behind you back on the chair. Mentally you weren't very present as what was happening around you at the moment. Elijah had just come down the stairs to retrieve you as Rebekah and Klaus dealt with the bodies occupying the upstairs.

Elijah took a look at you and cursed under his breath, dealing with Klaus's mood swings when you were taken was a challenge. But, after seeing the state that you were in Elijah knew that Klaus seeing you like this would open up a whole other can of worms the world was not prepared to see. It took some time for him to calm Klaus down enough for him to think clearly about his next move with the salvatores. It took even more additional time for Elijah and Rebekah to consult Klaus on not using any high-strung anger and or violence when trying to get you back. This all led to the present, Klaus negotiating and somewhat arguing with the salvatores about getting you back, knowing that trip was in order. In addition, Elijah had to console Klaus on Michael being back in Mystic Falls. It was a hard time for the Mikaelson family of seeing their father back. While during Y/N's is absent Kol went on a purge of Mystic Falls trying to find you. He had a record number of the next snaps and missing people's cases in a small town. Rebekah on that other hand was livid as well, as she should be considering you are one of her favorite humans. But she was more calm about the situation unlike Kol and Klaus. She knew that it would only be a matter of time when she found you, and when she did she would have to destroy anyone and everyone who had anything to do with your kidnapping.

That all led to the present, Klaus had Damon pinned to a wall almost about to break his neck with his hand plunged into his chest squeezing his heart. Rebekah had Stefan on the ground with her high heel pressed dangerously close to his neck, she wasn’t one for games at the moment. And there was Kol with his trusty titanium baseball that he knocked out Elena’s kneecap in with. In all the chaos, Michael decided to make an entrance. He smoothly walked down the top balcony with a glass of bourbon with some ice cubes unbothered by the scene as if he expected no less.

“I was beginning to wonder when you lot would show up”, then he took a sip. “You are all quite tardy on your part.”

Stefan struggled under Rebekah’s foot, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah ah ah,” Michael wagged his finger, “You’re not in the position to be asking questions, or demanding for that matter. First things first, you have something I want.”

The room went silent, besides Damon grunting on the unrelenting grasp Klaus had on his heart. Klaus stared intently at his hand in Damon’s chest trying to figure out what he meant.

Kol broke the silence, “You mean the white oak stakes.”

“Michael chuckled, “Ah and we have a winner. Without the stakes, no point in getting Y/N back how you found her.” At that remark Rebekah tensed.

“What do you mean,” Klaus growled under his breath.

“I mean, your little… companion is losing quite a bit of blood at the moment. It would be unfortunate for the vampire blood in her system to kick in. At that revelation Klaus’s blood ran cold.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smiled and took a long sip of his drink, “Your call.”

Fighting an internal battle, Klaus caved.

“Elijah if you will.” The named original walked in timely with his suit and a large black duffle bag in hand.

“Are you sure about this Klaus?” He questioned with a straight face as he kept his eyes on Michael. Rolling his eyes gave a silent reply. Not waiting any longer, Elijah opened the duffel bag and threw it in Michaels’s line of sight and sped off to find you down in the cellar. Elijah came back up with you in his arms, your dress was ruined, wrists a red swollen mess as well, and your face held purple bruises and some blotches of blood underneath. The originals took a look at you and the room physically dropped in temperature.

“Y/N!” Rebekah and Kol cried in concern, Rebekah kicked Stefan unconscious and ran over to your body to take a closer inspection.

Klaus watched from the distance, his face contorted in unbridled anger, he quickly snapped Damon’s neck and made a walk over to the doppleganger. He slowly squatted in front of her, he watched the look of fear in her eyes as she tried to scoot back with her injured knee. “Get Y/N back to the house, I’ll catch up.” His siblings looked at him warily but didn’t argue and took their leave. His tone was low and dark, “Whatever victory you think you have over me I can fully assure you that you’ve made the biggest blunder of your measly human life. If for a second I even think you’re in cahoots with my father I will slaughter everyone and everything you love.” Klaus paused for dramatic effect, and reached out mechanically to wipe a tear from Elena’s face then roughly grabbed her chin so she could face him fully. “When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me for death,” he squeezed her face tighter and his look went cold, “If you really thought you could subdue me, then you’re dumber than the Petrova girl.”

Once Klaus got home, he sought to it that the servants inside tend to your wounds and had you on an IV in your bedroom. He watched you like a hawk as they began to clean you up and wrap you in bandages. The damage done to your were only surface level, no completely broken bones but mostly damaged skin and some internal bleeding on your face.

Klaus stood at the doorway into your bedroom to see how you were fairing, he was greeted by the sight of your curly hair in every which way on your satin pillowcase. Stepping inside the room over to your bedside he carefully took a look over you. Klaus's dark blue-green eyes scanned over your face, your previously coco caramel skin was beginning to turn purple and red. He reached out his hand and slowly dragged a thumb across your dark circles, anger boiled in his stomach. Clenching his jaw he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Getting up from his seat he made his way to the door, but not before shooting one last glance over his shoulder at you.

That night at the Mikaelson Gala, Klaus was having his best time with you. Albeit you were a little awkward on the dance floor, but it's one of the quirks he learned to like the most about you. But the joy that Klaus felt that night was rendered short by the Mystic Falls gang trying to kill him in a poorly planned ambush. Don’t get Klaus wrong, he was always ready for an ambush, he was never caught lacking… Until that night. During his time in Mystics Falls Klaus picked up some things: the town would always foolishly try to save the doppelganger and with all the bat shit crazy things to happen in this town, no on ever decided to move out of town. But the original would have never guessed he’d come face to face with his father, Michael, that night. The only man that has ever struck fear and a multitude of emotions inside him, so of course it caught him off guard when a dagger was nearly plunged into his heart by him.

Watching you in bed in the worst condition he’s ever seen you in pulled at his heart and actually made him feel human which at times he detested. Klaus took the stairs down on his way to his study where he found a glass of whiskey already poured waiting for him. He chugged the glass in one go and relaxed in his chair staring blankly at the grandfather clock next to his large oak doors. Deep into his thoughts he wondered where he went wrong, he was an original of course his power was sublime and unmatched, he could take on anyone. He was the Klaus Mikaelson. But for once Klaus doubted his skill to protect the one he loved, he still got chills from the man that used to beat him and let a tiny gang of misfits best him. Sighing, he opened a drawer in his desk and removed the false bottom. There lied a black velvet box, thumbing the box in both his hands, he took a peek inside the box and stared at the ring. The ring was anything but humbling, but it was a token of Klaus’s love that he thought he was ready to give you. A promise to forever love you, always and forever. But now always and forever seemed short. Pocketing the box Klaus rolled back his shoulders and got up, with the arrival of his father he needed to make preparations for the future. In one swift movement he headed out his door to do some diabolical planning to keep his thoughts away from analysing how slowly his love for you was becoming a battlefield.

Getting out of bed had been the hardest thing to do in days, your hair was in a curly mop that was beginning to become matted, not to mention you had lost some weight from your period of depression. You were nothing short of a mess, but a mess who was trying their best. Throwing your curly locks into a bun you walked out the Mikaelson compound and headed to the one place you could think: How Sway Studios. You had tried to look for Kaus or anyone else earlier when you got out of bed, but no one was home. The illuminating neon lilac sign bounced harshly off your eyes, roughly digging into your pocket you fished out the keys to unlock the studio. The smell of freshly mopped floors greeted your nose and so did the mirror wall adjacent from you. You took in your disheveled look and dark circles.

Wack.

You sighed and connected your phone to the speakers, the whole entire weeks had been a mess. A fuckery among proportions that you had somehow survived. You let the first couple of songs pass over you as you began to stretch on the floor, your joints screamed at you for being inactive for the past days. Coming up from touching your toes you took a moment.

Always and forever, huh? You snorted, the award for the best act of 2014 went to Klaus Mikaelson. Standing ovation, you thought bitterly. Standing up you began to do a few practice basic moves to warm up some more. To say you were angry was an understatement, you were outright ready to air a bitch out in front of his mama. Chakras damn near all the way fucked up.

“Hey, Google.” A ding echoed through the room signifying your device hear you loud and clear. “Shuffle ‘Heavy is the Head’ playlist.”

Oh yeah, you were in one of those moods. You dragged a chair front and center in the mirror already anticipating the sound that’s about to free your soul.

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You sauntered around the chair until you slowly took a seat, making sure to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror. You slowly spread your legs open and dragged your hands down your thighs and legs.

You don't own me

Don't try to change me in any way

In a quick second, you crossed one leg over the other and had taken your hair out of its bun. Coyly fluffing it up as you embodied the energy of the song.

I can always have just what I want

She's that baddest I would love to flaunt

But nope, she ain't with it though

All because she got her own dough

Boss bossed if you don't know

She could never ever be a broke hoe

Up out the chair, you make quick ball changes to the mirror, not forgetting to sway your hips. With a spin you were back to back with the mirror, hands slowly descending beside you. You could feel the speakers vibrations through the mirror into your chest.

You don't own me

Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay

Really though, honestly

I get bored of basic bitches

One aerial cartwheel back into the middle of the dance floor, you sashayed to the side and slowly squatted down and mean mugged the mirror. Damn, right you were no basic bitch.

She's the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her

If she's alone and if she'd sent some pictures, she said no

Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself

In the next move, you were on the floor and twisting your body and arching your back off the floor while mouthing the words ‘come over and see it for yourself’ completely getting lost in the music. From that, you snapped forward into a split and crawled seductively towards the mirror.

The next couple of songs became a blur, you were pouring out all of you emotions and the bullshit you felt. You had no idea where the energy and the audacity to pull these moves were coming from, but you weren’t complaining. You were giving the best dance show of your life, unknown to you, to a watchful hybrid at the door.

As the music began to fade away he finally spoke, “Having fun, love?” Klaus stepped forward, “It was a surprise to come back to the house to see you weren’t there.”

Rolling your eyes, you were breathing hard and your legs were aching. Ignoring Klaus you went up to the mirror to fix your hair back into a bun and get ready for the next song. You pulled your arms above your head and stretched out your back only to hear a resounding pop that made you cringe. This was a much-needed dance practice.

You heard a scoff off to the side, “The silent treatment dear? Are we still children?”

I should be asking you that question, you thought to yourself squaring your shoulders. Apparently we are since communication hasn’t been a thing between us for the past few days, I get kidnapped, saved, then completely ghosted? Nah, this isn’t how this shit works. You let angry thoughts run in your mind.

Lover come over

Look what I done

You internally rolled your eyes once you realized the song that was being played, it just had to be a sentimental contemporary piece. Getting into character you hunched your body over and dramatically dung you hands into your curls, in one fluid sweep you swung your leg over in a complete aerial turn around angling your body to the ceiling. From then on you pushed yourself back into a backflip. If anyone had to avoid someone, it should be you. You were the one taken hostage and tortured in the Gilbert’s basement, granted your foul-mouthed insults did egg them on, but who were you without them?

I been alone so long

I feel like I'm on the run

Face contorting into pain you gave a running start into a mid-air split and into a grand jeté. Overall the whole situation was handled, though you came out bloody and battered you lived via care of Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah keeping a watchful eye on you. But who was missing from that equation? Klaus. Who was nowhere to be found, no texts, calls, or even a carrier pigeon to ask how your recovery was. The man ghosted the living hell out of you, choosing to only come at the oddest of hours when you were asleep or avoid the house in general. Always and forever, huh? Your forced your body to lunge to the floor and curve upward with your legs to get back to standing position.

Klaus’s eyes hadn’t left your body once since he stepped in, he had seen you dance before, but somehow this all seemed different. He walked closer to, the music was so loud he could feel it under his shoes. You carried yourself with a melancholic yet rebellious energy, but that wasn’t all that was there. His dark blue-green eyes scrutinized your every move deeply in thought, he knew what he did wrong. Hell, he always did.

Lover Come over

kick up the dust

Your leg extended back as you step balled changed upright, legs shifting smoothing over the glossing floors. The only people that kept you company during recovery was everyone, but Klaus. Even Kol for once humored you with your outdated jokes about Stalin and Abyssinia.

You huffed, and closed your eyes for a second to pull of a pirouette, only to be met with your hand in someone else’s getting spinned into their chest.

“You know I don’t like being ignored, love.” Klaus’s hot breath tickled inside your ear as he held you firmly.

“I could say the same to you,” you sneered as he grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“You know I’m busy.”

You dipped yourself back, crossing over his torso, “Busy enough not see your girlfriend who was recovering from being locked in a basement by mediocre vampires and a witch?” You briefly took notice of his shoes that would eventually scuff up your studio floors, you made a mental note to yell at him for that later. “I’m human, not stupid, love.”

I got a secret

Starting to rust

You landed back on the ground and folded over, hands pressed against Klaus’s chest.

“I never said you we-”

You cut him off, “Then for the love of everything, why the hell did you ghost me in my ‘time of need’?” You came back up and met his eyes, your brows furrowed. He wasn’t making any sense. “You don’t even look like yourself anymore.” And Y/N had never been so correct, she fully looked at Klaus’s face. His under eyes were slightly puffy and dirty blond hair more out of place than usual, though it was only criminal to look this good, this wasn’t her Klaus.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

I said I'm just tired

She said you're just tired

Despite their lack of communication, both Klaus and Y/N’s feet and body moved in sync, and there was no reason it shouldn’t have. At first glance, it didn’t seem like Y/N and Klaus would be a perfect fit as a couple, or in Y/N’s case someone to date at all. Klaus was Klaus, a conniving vindictive hybrid with power the only thing on his mind and seeing his enemies bend to their knees. A force of nature to be reckoned with in the supernatural world, and other side. A soul that wanted nothing more to set the world ablaze and sit and iron thrown watching all those who’ve overlooked him as the runt of the litter to burn with glassed over eyes.

And then there was Y/N, a girl who didn’t know when to shut the hell up and got messy real quick when tea was spilled. Unlike Klaus, Y/N had a heart of gold and gave tough love just like her mama when she lost a fight, ‘you’re fighting again, if you don’t beat their ass I’ll beat yours’ her mother's words echoed in her head. Though Y/N always viewed the world in the worst possible light from past experiences, she strived to see the best in it. And by some grace or cruelty depending on who was asking, of the divine she met Klaus Mikaelson. Truth be told they didn’t start off on the best foot, the Mikaelson saw Y/N as a joke within his eyes, but a joke that somehow wormed their way into his heart nonetheless. And unknown to Y/N, she worked her magic on the rest of the Mikaelson clan. Somewhere in between all the bullshit of Mystic Falls and ancient evils trying to take over, Klaus fell in love with Y/N and vice versa, however, it wasn’t all that simple.

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t the easiest person to love, not by a long shot. And who could blame him? The bastard child born out of wedlock, beaten by his father, one of the originals abominations to roam the earth, daggering his siblings for hundreds of years, the list could go on. The Mikaelson himself knew that, but never let it bother him. A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep, he'd think to himself at times. But, despite his many faults the hybrid managed to find someone who loved him and who’d put up with his brazen attitudes, mood swings, and homicidal tendencies. Which made this all the more difficult to do.

Lover come hold me

Heads on the fritz

Body intoxicated

feelings comfortably mixed

Klaus pulled you in close once more as you swirled gracefully on the floor, you got a lungful of his scent pine and sea salt. He replied, “I never felt more like myself in my life.” You weren’t buying whatever he was trying to sell, hooking your leg around his torso you brought up your other leg up vertically to the ceiling. If he wanted to shut you out, then he had another thing coming.

“You can lie all you want, but I can see right through your shit Niklaus.”

“I have no recollection to what you may be hindering at,” he quipped back and gently dipped you down.

You face didn’t move away from his face for a moment, your eyes looked deeply into his. Searching for an answer to his behavior, “Klaus, after that whole mishap with the Mystic Falls Scooby Doo Gang you went completely silent on me. My ass was in bed damn near depressed and not once did you come to visit. No calls, no text, not even a carrier pigeon.” As you carried on your voice began to rise in volume and speed up.

Klaus’s eyes wavered against yours for less than a second, but that was all you needed.

“And don’t you give me that kicked puppy face, you knew what you were doing.” You felt your face begin to heat up in anger. “So-”

Klaus harshly pushed you away, “So I had to go on a complete rampage to find you after the gala, right after my own father almost staked me with help of that flimsy doppelganger. I had to deal with the dimwitted Salvatore brothers and a Bennett who thought they could stand a chance against The Original.” As he pulled you back in, Klaus heaved you up into his arms and gave you a spin. His voice grew harder, “I had to succumb to a poultry excuse of a hostage situation and wait for days to get the only human-” he put you down with your back pressed against his chest. You dared to stare ahead in the mirror to only be greeted by Klaus’s already staring you, his brought up his hands to gently trace the curve of your arm. “-the only person I remotely care about back. And when I got them back, they looked like the dead.”

His lips thinned in the mirror.

“They looked like the last bit of light in them had died off, their brown eyes no longer held a spark of mischief, they could barely stand on their own.”

He turned you back to him, “I had to watch my you struggle to stay awake, and it tugged at every one of my heartstrings. It made me see that I wasn’t as capable as I thought as an original and that you weren’t merely a chess game on my side of the board.”

He tilted your chin up and whispered through a searing gaze, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You couldn’t answer.

Lover come hold me

Could you forget?

I got a secret

Digging a ditch

He moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. You slid your right foot forward, chasing his retreating foot with yours, like a fox on the hunt. Dipping forward and looking into your eyes, his fingers tightened on your ribs as his left foot came forward again, surprising your foot and chasing it back. Both souls on the dance floor stopped, toe to toe, Klaus pulled your hips in close to his.

Threatening to brush his lips against yours, he looked to the left, and then to the right. You mimicked him, turning her head opposite. To the right, then to the left.

Klaus kept talking, “It was then I once again realized how fragile humans were, and how dangerous the supernatural world would be for them.”

You face turned into a frown.

Sweating all your sins out

Putting all your thoughts back together

Oh we just don't blend out

All of my attempts seem to weather

Klaus pushed you away as though you were too terrible, yet too wonderful, to be near, yet he held on to your left hand with his right, catching you as his arms pulled taut and spinning you out and away. Then he reeled you back in, unable to give you up.

You fell into him, his strong arms wrapping you tight, protecting you before casting you out again.

“If you think I’m just gonna leave because I’m a “little human” in a dangerous and outlandish supernatural world that will most likely kill me, then you’ve definitely got me fucked up.”

Klaus chuckled at your determination and it was music to your ears, finally seeing his dimples making an appearance was a gift.

Slowly you both stopped dancing and stood face to face as the music continued to its end.

“You were always a firecracker.” Klaus took your hand into his larger ones and drew small circles with his thumb.

“Well, I’m more like a chihuahua that doesn’t know when to give up, but I like your analogy better,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

It felt like ages with the both of you standing there and having a silent conversation with your eyes, but you broke it.

“Klaus,” you began slowly trying to find the words, “can you promise me, and I want your word, that when some bullshit like this happens if it happens again that you won’t shut down. I need you”, you squeezed his hand even tighter as your voice got quieter. “I can’t have you shutting me out again.”

Pulling your hand up to kiss it Klaus held your stare, “I can promise you that”, his other hand slowly crept up to your face to cup your cheek. “Only if you can promise me this, sweetheart.”

Your eyes looked hopeful, but suddenly alarmed as the hand Klaus had on your cheek moved to the back of your head to keep it in place and his eyes looked straight into yours with a mission.

Klaus’s pupils dilated, “I want you to forget about the supernatural world, forget about the the Mikaelson family and everyone you know in Mystic Falls. I want you to go home and start packing, you are to move out of Mystics Falls and go somewhere far far away from here as fast as you can.” Your body slackened at the compulsions and pupils dilated with Klaus’s, hanging onto every word. After Klaus felt that the job was done, he took one last look into your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and disappeared.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

At that moment he didn’t know what hurt more, watching your eyes stare right through him like you didn’t know who he was. Klaus gingerly fingered the vervain necklace in his palm that he discreetly snatched from your neck while dancing, his eyes began to sting and he licked his lips. He stared at the necklace he picked out specifically for you, half of an angel wing that had a gemstone embedded in the middle. He remembered the day he got it for you, he had the back engraved with the message Forever and his matching wing that hung around his neck had the text Always engraved on the back. With a final look, he pocketed the necklace but felt the contact of a velvet box in his pocket that he had been carrying for the past three weeks. Klaus’s heart had never felt heavier, you would always be his forever in his heart, but for the present, you were his ‘almost’.

“Goodbye, love. I’m sorry”

After a few moments you blinked rapidly to fight the nauseous feeling away, slowly your hand slid up to your neck to feel around for a chain. Knowing better than to continue searching fruitlessly for it, you clenched you hand to our chest, and closed your eyes. Taking a shaky deep breath you let your feet slowly start the trek out the studio. As you reached the entrance of the studio the chilling temperature outside made the hairs on your arms stand, you turned to look back solemnly and then continued on your way out never once looking back again. However, you did leave parting words:

“I’m sorry too.”

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

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Sweater | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey Lovelies! Hope you're all doing well in this time of uncertainty, I know it can be tough. Never fear though, as always the Mikaelson boys are here to the rescue. I almost wrote another smut, like I had to put my laptop down and walk away, but alas I kept the tale on track. Kind of. None of my stories ever stay on track. Oh well, here you go loves, happy April 1st! Also, stay tuned for a master list that I will be posting sometime in the coming days!

Description: The Mikaelson household is a household that shares everything, something that Y/n finds out when she unassumingly picks up a sweater and puts in on without a care.

Pairing: The Mikaelson boys x Fem!Reader, definitely leaned this in Elijah's favour though

Warnings: None? Sharing? Is that a warning? They share Y/n there, I said it, you've been "warned"

Word count: 3798

Tags: FLUFF, very light smut, like not even just a heavy make-out scene,

(Photos do not belong to me but the mood bard does :) )

Life at the Mikaelson compound is, by no means, an ordinary one. It’s a lot of loud conversations, a lot of even louder fights, and a delirious amount of laughter. The kind of laughter that immobilizes people. It’s a life of never being alone, even when you want to be. Someone’s always around; chewing loudly when you want to read, sitting on your bed while you pick your clothes in the morning, hell even hanging outside the bathroom while you shower. It’s a life of love, the kind that fully consumes you.

Above all, though, life at the Mikaelson compound is a life of sharing. Food, books, beds, you name it. This house coined the phrase “what’s mine is yours”, literally. After two centuries of life with the Mikaelson siblings nothing surprises you anymore. Clothes are the main culprit. You don’t bat an eye these days when Rebekah strolls out of your room in a newly purchased dress or pair of pumps. You simply couldn’t care less. That’s just how things are.

That’s why it doesn’t cross your mind when you pick up a hoodie that someone had lazily draped over the back of a dining room chair. You were freezing and it was there. It’s probably Kol’s. Holding it up, it’s massive. You shake your head. Definitely not Kol’s. There’s a chance it’s Bekah’s but it doesn’t strike you as something she would wear. It's a cream white color with a Cambridge logo. Someone must be feeling sentimental. You settle on it being Klaus, the temperamental artist, pulling the hoodie over your head without a second thought.

You continue on your way to the den, padding barefoot in a pair of lounge shorts and your newly aquired hoodie. It has a familiar scent, one that riles your senses in the most delicious way, but you still can’t place it. Pine and nutmeg. You would think that a surplus of two hundred years with the same people would make you better at this but it hasn’t.

It’s unusually quiet. Considering you didn’t wake up cuddled next to Bekah, you’re already a little off centred. You haven’t woken up alone in years. By now you should have encountered at least two of the brothers and maybe a sister. Kol is usually up early. It’s kind of suspicious. You hear the slightest hum of noise as you get closer to your destination. Nothing crazy, but it’s there.

Entering the den, your questions are answered. Almost everyone is piled in, draped across the couches, sprawled on the floor, curled in armchairs. That’s more like it. Only one person is missing. Elijah. He’s been gone for a few days now. Your heart hammers at the thought of him. His smile flashes through your mind. Your veins sing. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s calling out to him. You seriously need to get that in check.

“Something on your mind, love?” Kol’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

Of course he heard your heartbeat pick up, he’s a millennium of trained vampire hearing, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

You walk over to the couch he’s stretched over, tucking yourself under the book he’s holding and into his chest. Cuddles are a big part of the Mikaelson household, just as much as sharing. He smells heavenly too, but different from the sweater. Sweeter, not as earthy. It’s just as lovely. Your mind falls from Eli as Kol places a kiss to your forehead. His arms are cool and you try and keep your pulse in check this time. This whole family has had you enamoured from the moment you first met them.

He nuzzles his chin against your hair, “that’s what we do, hun.”

“I know,” you murmur, your heart slowing back to normal as you pull a comforter from the back of the couch onto your legs. You’re still chilly, he’s not helping much with that.

“Hey, no fair,” Rebekah whines from the floor, “I want cuddles.”

You giggle from Kol’s hold, “guess you should have waited for me this morning then, huh?”

She pouts from her own pile of blankets, giving you puppy eyes. Bekah has perfected that look for centuries. Her blonde hair is piled in a messy bun on the top of her head, a few strands trickling down around her face. She’s wearing one of your t-shirts, the blue one you got at the New York Zoo a few years back. She makes it look like a ballgown.

“Don’t pout, sister, it's not becoming,” Klaus calls from the armchair he’s sat in, his bare chest on display for your viewing pleasure, “besides, I do believe that it’s my turn.”

Klaus is no exception to the Mikaelson charm. He's mischievous and playful. Yes, he can be ruthless and, yes, he did have a reputation for boxing his family members when you first met him, but now he’s different. He cares recklessly, a page he must have taken from Rebekah’s playbook.

Not to mention he’s undeniably gorgeous and he makes your chest flutter every time his blue eyes sear into yours. You are in way too deep.

Kol grumbles, tightening his arms around you before whispering, “can’t I ever have you for five minutes before the wolves descend?”

Naturally, everyone hears his complaints.

“Vampires, Kol, vampires,” Klaus chimes in, a devilish smirk on his lips, “now hand over the girl, brother.”

“Y/n, babes, cuddles please,” Bekah intensifies her pouting and you giggle again.

They’re in an all out war for your attention, but what else is new. Your eyes dart between Bekah and her pile of blankets and Klaus’ outstretched arms. You hate to say it, but the choice is a pretty obvious one.

You rest your head against Kol’s chest, breathing his intoxicating scent one last time, “I promise I’m all yours next time.”

He gives you a tight squeeze in return, “whatever you say, love.”

You wobble slightly as you stand up, readjusting your sweater and pulling it down where it had ridden up. The chilly air nips at your exposed legs as you stumble over to Rebekah, whose arms are now open and waiting. There's a blanket around her shoulders ready to engulf you. You’re more than ready to jump into her little nest.

Klaus’ words stop you though, “that’s a nice sweater, doll, where'd you get it?”

Wait, what?

“It was in the dining room, I figured it was yours,” you more than figured; you had been certain.

His laugh sends tingles flying up your spine, “unfortunately no, love, but I’ll never turn down the opportunity to get you in my clothes.”

“Or out of them,” Kol chirps from the couch, his nose turned into his book without a care in the world about who heard him.

Your cheeks flush at his suggestive words. Not because you aren't used to them, though. Comments like these were quite usual in the Mikaelson household. It wasn’t a normal day if at least one of them didn’t make you want to squeeze your thighs together and jump one, or maybe all, of them. No, you blush because it's been two hundred years of not one of them having actually followed through on anything and it pushes you closer to doing it for them everyday. Especially lately.

His words made your legs tremble but you continued with the topic at hand, “Kol, is it yours?”

He pulls his head from his book, his eyes dark with something you can’t say you haven’t seen before, “I wish.”

The sigh that leaves your lips is not of your own volition. His brown eyes burn into yours, daring you to turn away. You do. Sorry Kol, now is not the time for a staring competition. You cross your legs desperately and put your hands on your hips, looking to Rebekah for relief.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s not my sweater.”

You run a frustrated hand through your hair. You don’t know why this is bugging you so much. Your whole body feels like it's being pulled in every direction by every Mikaelson. Except Elijah, who’s not here. His name in your mind alone, though, is enough to add him to the rest. He doesn’t need to be here for you to feel his pull. Everyone of your senses is on fire right now. The earthy scent hits your nose again and you close your eyes, trying to soak up every last drop. It's driving you mad and you can swear it’s getting stronger, but it’s probably just your sanity wearing thin.

You can hear the flimsy distress in your voice, “then who, pray tell, does it belong to?”

“Me, love,” your head goes fuzzy at the sound of his voice.

You spin around on clumsy legs, practically falling into Elijah, “Eli!”

He catches you easily, pulling you against his hard chest. You don’t hesitate to throw your arms around him, standing on your toes to get closer to him. Even through his suit jacket you can feel how strong he is. You hadn’t heard him come in, too distracted by the other three Mikaelsons in the room. He smells exactly like the sweater, which makes sense now.

He laughs into your hair, squeezing his arms tighter around you, “I missed you too, baby.”

His words make you breathless. They’re so unlike Elijah. Well, not the ‘I miss you’ part. It would be unusual if he didn’t say that. But baby? That’s very much not a word he frequents often.

“Elijah,” his name is a whisper coming from your lips.

Your heart pounds furiously in your chest. Being so close to him makes you delirious. You struggle to keep from pressing your legs together. You know he can read it all over you, they all can, his lazy smirk giving it away. Your face flushes again for what feels like the millionth time today. His eyes darken, the same way Kol’s had, and drag all the way down and back up your body.

He takes your face in one of his hands keeping the other arm hooked around your back, drawing his words out slowly, “you look ravishing in my clothes, baby.”

“Eli, what-”

You’re cut off by a pair of warm lips colliding with your own. His arms wrap once more around you fully, pulling you closer to his hungry mouth. You kiss him back like you haven't been kissed in years, and you haven’t, lacing your fingers through his hair and feverishly pulling his lips harder against yours. It takes everything in you not to moan against his mouth in the middle of the den.

“Awe, no fair Elijah,” you pull back, shocked and breathless, at the sound of Kol’s whiny voice, “I wanted to be the first one.”

He glances over your shoulder, past your wide eyes, at his brother, “too bad, little brother. I gave you two hundred years. You had plenty of time.”

“Well, I’ll be damned if I’m not the second.”

In the blink of an eye you’re in Kol’s arms, being dipped theatrically as he places his own lips where Elijah’s had just been. He tastes different, like berries and honey, whereas Elijah’s lips were peppermint. You kiss him back just as strongly, twisting your fists in his tee and pulling him as close to you as possible. All your senses are consumed by Kol, just as they were Elijah.

When he pulls away, your head is swimming, “I’ve been waiting for that for an eternity, hun.”

His eyes are shining, a huge grin on his pink lips. You haven’t been kissed this much in as long as you can remember. You feel lightheaded, like you’re walking on a cloud. When you peer up at Elijah, he doesn’t look upset. He probably should. You feel guilty for reeling at the new kind of attention.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you're pulled into a new pair of arms that scoops you into a firm chest.

“My turn, love.”

Klaus’ lips taste like chocolate. Kissing him is, again, different than both his brothers. Playful. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently. You sigh into his mouth, your hands on his face. He spins you around, laughing against your lips. Your heart soars once more. All you can see is Klaus.

When he sets you down, you break away from the three of them, at a loss for both words and air. Your whole body is on fire. Somehow, you can taste all three of them on your lips at once. You can hear your heartbeat furious in your ears. Your eyes dart between them, like a deer in the headlights. Your hand finds your lips. Swollen. But what did you expect? Your legs start shaking again but less out of pleasure and more out of shame. The room feels like it’s shrinking. You wish it would just swallow you already.

You whip your head around to meet Rebekah’s eyes, who looks as shocked as you feel. She sends you a small smile, though, nodding her head. She doesn't seem disappointed, but, then again, you could go on a killing spree and she would still look at you with kind eyes. You grasp at your chest, trying to slow your pulse even slightly. You can’t breathe. Your eyes dart to the door and then back to her eyes. She nods again. Then you bolt.

The Mikaelson boys are fast, they're a thousand years old after all, but you’re determined, and that makes you faster. You just barely close your bedroom door before there's a knock.

“Y/n, it’s Elijah,” his accent flows like honey through the door right to your ears, sending traitorous warmth to your core, “please open the door baby.”

“Why, are you all going to kiss me again?” Your voice is shakey.

You can hear him try to stifle a laugh, “I can if you want me too.”

You huff, frustrated, “I am serious, Eli.”

“It’s just me, love. Let me in?”

That makes you feel the slightest bit better. At least you only have to face one right now. You debate just leaving him out there but he’d probably bust the door down. Elijah is a gentleman but when he wants to talk nothing can get in his way. You run a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look more presentable, less wanton. You pull the sleeves of the sweater over your hands, trying to hide the shaking.

Opening the door, you come face to face with a half worried Elijah. There’s a small smile on his lips but also a tinge of hesitance in his eyes. You step aside, letting him in before shutting it once more. He grabs your hand leading you towards your bed where he sits on the edge, drawing you to stand between his legs. His hands move to settle on your hips, settling under the hoodie and tracing small circles with his fingers.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your laugh is humourless. What are you thinking about? He can’t be serious. Each of the Mikaelson boys just kissed you, one after the other, all in front of each other, and he wants to know what you're thinking about. The weather Elijah, you’re thinking about the weather. God, you feel so dirty, which you know wasn't their intention but you can’t help it. You feel something for each of them. Something you definitely shouldn't feel. Something you had pushed down for a very long time. It’s hot and throbbing and you don’t think you could bear it if you had to choose between them.

You can’t look him in the eyes, “what do you think I'm thinking about?”

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you open your mouth, your words choppy and broken. As soon as you do, though, it’s like the floodgates have opened. You start sobbing heart wrenching cries, hands over your face, blocking out the now very concerned man. At the thought of losing any of them your lungs constrict. For someone who’s pretty indestructible, you feel like you’re suffocating. You barely register the curse that flies from his mouth before he has you tucked into his arms, his hands sliding over your hair and rubbing your back. Really, doing anything he can to get you to calm down even a little bit.

“Baby, shhh,” he’s frantic, trying to calm you down, “it’s okay love. You’re ok. We’re ok.”

“Eli,” you hiccup into his chest, “what happened out there?”

He holds you tighter against him, “you happened, Y/n. From the moment you walked through our door that’s been it.”

You pull back slightly, finally looking into his eyes, “what are you talking about?”

“We want you. All of us. Kol, Klaus, myself. Hell, even Rebekah is enamoured by you,” he picks you up before sitting back down, still holding you, “Am I too forward in assuming you feel the same?”

Your cheeks flame, the familiar heat returning to your thighs, which are straddling Elijah’s lap, a position you weren’t aware of until now. You wish you were still clueless, though. You positively ache for him, let alone the rest of his brothers.

“I shouldn’t Elijah, it’s not normal,” your hands rest on his shoulders, bringing you to his eye level for once.

He laughs quietly, leaning in close to your face, his breath hot on your lips, “baby, we aren’t normal.”

“How are you okay with this? You should think I’m easy. A tramp,” you cast your eyes downward, landing on his red tie.

He grabs your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him again, “I would never, could never, see you that way. Love, you’ve been with us for two centuries and haven’t touched us once. You are anything but easy. I have loved you for two hundred years. So have they. If sharing you means I finally get to have you then I am ok with that.”

Your lips are on him the instant the last syllable leaves his lips, your hands curled around his tie pulling his mouth to yours for the second time today. It’s not like you to make any sort of move but if ever there was a time it’s now. He groans into your mouth sending electricity dancing down your spine. You squeeze your thighs hard around him, reveling in the feeling of his hips bucking up to meet your own. His hands slide up underneath his sweater, grasping at your skin desperately. He pulls it up and over your head, tossing it on the floor without a care before attaching his lips to your neck.

“That's what made me cave, baby, seeing you in my clothes,” he mumbles into your skin, hands under your tank top, roaming up your sides.

“Mmph, Elijah,” you can’t stop the moans from flowing freely from your mouth, you don’t want to. You’ve waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity.

Your hands tug on his tie, practically ripping it off his neck before starting on his shirt, pulling it open without a care for the buttons popping off around you. He leans back on his elbows, looking up at you with dark eyes. His hair is a mess, falling into his face in a very un-Elijah fashion. His shirt is wide open, putting his toned stomach on display for you. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling harshly with the air. He looks positively disheveled. Undone just for you. Sexy.

You slam your lips to his once more, pulling the shirt off his body before dropping it on the steadily growing pile of clothes. You wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, trying to get as close to him as you possibly can. Your fingers claw at the bulging muscles of his back, pulling a moan from him. The sound is music to your ears. You wish you could listen to it on a loop all day, every day.

His hands pull at your tank top, bringing it over your head and leaving you in nothing but a pink bralette and your shorts. His eyes devour every inch of bare skin, soaking up every curve and dip of your body on his. He looks exquisite. He looks hungry, his eyes pitch black and wanting. Elijah looks like a god.

His mouth attacks your collarbone, sucking harshly at the skin at the base of your throat. Your hands land in his hair, tugging at the soft strands. You never knew he had this side to him. This dominant, hungry side. It makes the ache between your thighs grow. Two hundred years of pent up energy threatens to spill over now and you don’t want to stop it.

So, of course, now is when someone decides to knock on the door, “Surrender the girl, Elijah, you already got the first kiss. Time to share, brother.”

Make that ‘someones’; Kol chuckles at his brother’s antics from behind the door. Klaus’ voice is playful but you can hear the serious note at the end. It makes your already lust-clouded mind even foggier. You know you have to go out there.

You pull Elijah in for one last kiss, sighing into his parted lips, “that’s my cue I think.”

He presses a kiss to your lips reluctantly, “I suppose it is.”

You stand, separating from him for the first time since he walked into your room. You dig his hoodie from the pile of clothes, reveling in the way his eyes, which had only recently gone back to their usual brown, turn black again when you pull it over your head. That will never get old. You toss him a knowing wink before reaching for the door. When your hand hits the knob he spins you back into his arms in a dizzying kiss. Your head twirls from all the times his lips have been on yours today.

With a slight growl, he pushes you out the door, “hurry back.”

You stumble into the hallway, giddy and full of life, right into Klaus’ waiting arms. He doesn’t waste any time throwing you over his shoulder, giving you the perfect view of his gloriously sculpted backside. You can't help the giggles that fall freely from your lips.

“Finally,” he starts jogging down the hall, towards his room, “now, about that sweater, Love.”

You look over his shoulder at Kol who shakes his head but smiles nonetheless. You barely make out the ‘me next’ he mouths at you before Klaus kicks the door closed and tosses you on his bed. The last thing you think before his mouth descends on yours is that you should have picked up that sweater one hundred years ago.

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tvdstelenaforever · 4 years

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Who is She?

TVD Kai Parker imagine

Theme: Fluff, mention of death, longing

Other: Y/N pronoun is she/her and is human

Plot: Kai coming to the Salvatore Boarding House to talk with the Salvatore Brothers and the Mikaelson’s when he comes across Y/N, completely enchanted by her beauty. He is curious about her and wonders why he’s never seen her before. As time goes on and they hang out with each other, they develop feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: There will be more parts to this, but this is the first one. I might add some smut to future parts so if you’re into that don’t worry, it’s gonna happen. Also bear in mind that this is my first fanfic so please don’t judge it too harshly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it. I enjoyed writing it :)

Part 2: Nowhere Like Home

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The Salvatore brothers were sitting in the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House engaged in some serious talks with the Mikaelson men, Klaus, Elijah and Kol. The other Mikaelsons were still in New Orleans. After a while of going back and forth about what they were going to do about the werewolf problem around Mystic Falls, there was a knock at the door.

Stefan looked at the door quickly, rushing with vampire speed to open it. When he saw the person who knocked, he sighed aloud. “Who’s there?” Damon asked. Before he could get an answer Kai barged through, not caring if they didn’t want him there. He wore a smug look as he waltzed in and sat down on the spare spot on the sofa. “What’s the goss? Anyone I can terrorize today?” He smirked.

Y/N walked through from the kitchen and caught sight of the handsome stranger sat at the end of the sofa. She couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip, but quickly stopped before anyone could notice. However, Kai noticed. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Y/N, her innocent face slowly reddening at the cheeks. She nervously moved some hair behind her ears and looked away from him. She went to sit next to Stefan, a little too close for Kai’s liking.

He wasn’t sure if she was human or supernatural and she looked like she was in her early twenties. Kai couldn’t help but take in her beauty. She had long hair and almond eyes, and was relatively tall. Her face was youthful and when she smiled you could see a sparkle in her eyes. Kai’s observations were cut short when Damon’s voice pulled him back to reality.

With slight irritation in his voice, Damon spoke. “Kai, nobody wants you here”, he spat. “Ouch, I’m so offended” Kai responded with another smirk and a roll of his eyes. He winked at Y/N, hoping for a reaction. He smiled to himself when Y/N blushed. “So who do we have here?” Kai asked, gesturing towards Y/N.

There was an awkward silence for a split second before Klaus interjected. “Kai, you’d do well to stay away from Y/N. She’s with us, from New Orleans”. Kai was slightly disappointed that she was probably not going to stick around for long. With a sigh, Kai stood up and went to make himself a drink. Bourbon was his favourite beverage at the Salvatores. He often indulged in their best whiskies, without the brothers knowledge. He came over to visit the brothers usually to annoy them and try to get something from them, in slick Kai style.

However today he was taken aback by the shy beauty. He wanted some alone time with her to talk. The gang were still talking about ways to get the werewolves in town to stop hunting humans. Klaus, being the hybrid king, was ever so confident in his abilities to try to stop and tame the wild wolves. Elijah looked at Y/N and smiled, as if to say sorry for making her stay here and wait for them to sort out the werewolf issue.

Y/N was closest to Elijah since he was so caring towards her. The Mikaelsons were like family and she was really grateful for them to have taken her under their wing. Y/N’s backstory was quite tragic. Her whole family was killed in a car accident which Kol bore witness to and so he decided to take her to The Abattoir. The whole family took a liking to Y/N and made her their honorary sibling. Kol offered to turn her into a vampire but Y/N refused. She wasn’t comfortable with the idea just yet, but wasn’t ruling it out for the future.

Y/N asked to be excused to go to the restroom. She needed to freshen up because she was feeling a little flushed from Kai’s presence. She was slightly on edge due to him staring at her intently. Once she finished freshening up, Y/N chose to wonder around the Boarding House. It was a large property and had exquisite decor at every turn. There was a portrait of the Salvatores back in the day, looking prim and proper. Their smiles didn’t quite reach their eyes. Y/N sighed as she wondered what it’d be like to be a vampire. She was scared that if she turned that she wouldn’t be able to control her blood lust.

She was assured that she’d be okay with the help and support of the Mikaelsons and as much as she believed them, it was still a daunting thought. Before pushing that thought away, Y/N heard a small cough signalling someones presence. She shifted on her feet, worried that she was going to get in trouble for snooping. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Kai rather than one of the Salvatores or Mikaelsons, but that relief was soon replaced with nervousness.

Kai had alluring eyes that were kind of intense and they were observing her. “Hi, I’m Y/N” she said, almost whispering. “I know” was all Kai responded. Again, Y/N shifted nervously on her feet. She wanted to run away but was stuck in place by part curiosity and part awkwardness. Kai stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Y/N swallowed when Kai was inches from her face. She closed her eyes, thinking he was going to kiss her but when she opened them again after waiting a few seconds, he was gone.

Y/N looked around cautiously, wondering why he fled. Did she do something wrong? Slightly disappointed, Y/N rolled her eyes and decided to keep exploring. What was Kai’s problem? After deciding that exploring the Boarding House was no longer interesting, Y/N went to join the rest of the gang. “Are you okay Y/N? You were gone for a while” Kol asked. Y/N nodded. As her eyes flickered on the group, she noticed Kai sitting in his usual spot. She narrowed her eyes in his direction quickly before resuming her normal seat.

Kai was smirking with knowing in his eyes. Was he taunting her? Y/N thought. “Any progress on the wolf situation?” she asked, wanting to focus on anything other than the annoyingly devilish Kai Parker. She hadn’t had the pleasure of hearing all the bad stories about Kai so Y/N was unaware of just how sneaky he was. From his side, Kai was unsure what his plan was. He had used his powers to show himself to Y/N whilst still being in the presence of the group and he noticed the confusion in her eyes. He had truly wanted to kiss her but knew that it wasn’t the right time yet.

Finally everyone had come to a conclusion about their plan to fight the werewolves and it was time for the Mikaelsons to depart. “Y/N, it was nice to meet you. Please do come again, alone or with the Mikaelsons” Stefan smiled warmly. Y/N hugged him and then Damon. As Y/N was moving, she caught Kai’s eyes. He was walking towards her but she didn’t want to face him so with one swift movement she swerved away from him.

There was a flash of hurt written across Kai’s face but Y/N ignored it. Klaus noticed and smirked. “We’ll see you around” Y/N smiled at the Salvatores before walking out the front door. “See, I told you to stay away from her” Klaus motioned to Kai. He rolled his eyes in response before walking off.

After they left, Damon ripped into Kai. “Seriously dude, get lost. Nobody likes you or wants you here. Also don’t you think about pursuing Y/N, you’ll only end up hurting her and you know what’ll transpire if that happens. Klaus is not forgiving”. This irritated Kai. “I’ll do what I want, thanks” The venom dripped from his words. Not wanting to be in anyone’s presence, Kai left. He needed to be alone to collect this thoughts. One thing was for sure, even more than ever, was that Y/N was going to be his.

Y/N was tossing and turning in her sleep, dreaming about Kai. She didn’t know why she was dreaming of him but maybe it was because she was attracted to him, regardless of him coming across like a cocky jackass. In her dream, Kai was chasing after her and when he finally caught up with her he wrapped his arms around her waist. With a flush of her cheeks, Y/N woke up. Her breathing was heavy, with the unsaid tension about wanting to make out with him.

“Ugh, why did I have to dream of him?” Y/N sighed aloud, and Rebekah laughed in the background. Y/N turned to look at her sister and glowered at her. “Ooh who’s this you’re dreaming about? Some bad boy?” Rebekah laughed. Y/N looked away in embarrassment. She didn’t want anyone knowing that she had the hots for Kai Parker. He was bad for her, she knew it. Once Y/N and the Mikaelsons got back to New Orleans, she was finally told the stories about him. Whilst she shuddered at the thought of him brutally murdering his whole family, she still felt compelled to him somehow.

“Tell me, is this someone you met in Mystic Falls?” Rebekah pries. Y/N pulls the covers over herself in an attempt to escape Rebekah’s question. Thinking that she left the room when Y/N heard nothing but silence, Y/N pulled the covers off but yelped out when Rebekah was sitting next to her on the bed and started tickling her. Y/N squirmed under her touch and started to laugh in response. “Becks, stop! You know I hate tickles” Rebekah laughed back, a genuine smile perched on her lips.

Y/N loved Rebekah so much, she was the sister she never had. “You know, Nik, Elijah and I are going to Mystic Falls soon. You’re more than welcome to join us, and maybe then I can see the mystery man you have the hots for” Rebekah laughed harder this time. “Honey, you don’t wanna know” Y/N laughed back.

Later that day Y/N let her family know that she was going to join them again for part 2 of Mystic Falls. In all honesty, she wanted to find Kai. She didn’t know what she wanted to say to him or anything but she was intrigued by his persona. She hoped that he wasn’t as bad as all the stories painted him to be. Y/N couldn’t help but think the best of people.

It was 2 weeks later when Y/N, Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah made their way back to Mystic Falls. First stop was Mystic Grill to get some good food. Of course Y/N was the only one to eat but she was just eager to eat anything at this point. When the burger arrived, Y/N grabbed at it and sunk her teeth into it and let out a slight moan in response. The three siblings looked at Y/N and laughed. They knew she loved gourmet food and that the Mystic Grill was famous for it.

The object of her desire appeared, walking through the Mystic Grill doors. Y/N’s heart pounded as she laid eyes on the young heretic. Kai hadn’t noticed her and she was slightly glad. She didn’t want him seeing her eating this burger, or seeing her with her siblings. The three siblings looked at Y/N and let her know that they were heading off to the high school to find the Salvatores. “There’s Vicki who works here, so if you need anything just ask her” and with that they left. Y/N let out a sigh and relaxed in her seat. If Kai were to spot her and come over, she’d be alone with him.

As Y/N cleared her plate, she sipped on her coca-cola. It was her favourite drink. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker and she didn’t mind. An introvert at heart, Y/N was content with the way she was. Alone in her thoughts, she was interrupted by the sound of a chair moving against the floor. Y/N looked up and was faced by her crush. She blushed again and swallowed. Kai wasn’t smiling as he looked at Y/N but his eyes told a different story.

“Y/N, I’m glad I bumped into you. What are you doing back here so soon?” he said curiously. “I’m just visiting with some of my siblings. I’m not sure how long we’ll be staying in Mystic Falls but I might decide to stay longer, without my siblings”. Kai smiled at that statement, he was glad to hear that because then he’d have more time to win her over.

When Y/N paid the bill, they both left the restaurant together. Kai asked Y/N to go on a walk with him around town and she obliged. There was an awkward silence for a while and Kai decided to break the ice. “Y/N, I’m curious about you. I, I don’t know how to say this b, but I’d love for us to hang out as often as possible”. This made Y/N smile and involuntarily touch Kai’s arm. He pulled his arm away quickly, the touch making him flinch. He wasn’t expecting it and immediately felt bad for moving away too quickly because of the look Y/N gave him.

He wanted nothing but to grab her face and kiss her passionately but something in him froze. He wasn’t ready yet. Y/N looked away, feeling slightly bruised emotionally. She knew they didn’t know each other but it stung a bit. She wasn’t sure what his true intentions were but from that moment she decided to guard her emotions.

The awkward tensions in the air was driving them both crazy. Eventually, they made it to the Mystic Falls Cemetery. Tears started to well up in Y/N’s eyes as she noticed the front gates, the memories of her parents suddenly haunting her. Unbeknownst to her, tears were starting to fall from Y/N’s cheeks until Kai used his thumb to wipe them away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Y/N shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. “Please, talk to me” he pleaded. Instead of replying, Y/N leaned into Kai and he immediately wrapped his arms around her. When she could collect herself, Y/N was able to tell him. “My parents, they died and seeing the cemetery triggered my memories of them. I, I’m okay, I promise” Y/N assured.

When Y/N mentioned her parents, Kai immediately thought about his own family and what he did to them. He pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to delve into his emotions. Somehow, seeing Y/N cry triggered something inside Kai. Was it compassion? Ever since he merged with Luke, his emotions were starting to emerge and something about Y/N wanted him to lean into those positive traits.

“Well, maybe we could go to the Salvatore Boarding House?” Kai suggested. Y/N nodded and they set off in the right direction. Once they arrived, Y/N knocked on the door but there was no answer. Kai however knew that there was a spare key under the doormat so he bent down to grab it. When Y/N opened the door to enter, she was glad to see nobody was there.

Kai led her to the spare bedroom. When they entered the room, they both sat on the bed. “Y/N, would you lie down with me?” he asked. Y/N’s heartbeat started to quicken but she ignored it and was happy to do what he asked. As they lay on the bed, Kai wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind. Their breathing both slowed as they relaxed into each other.

It wasn’t until the door abruptly opened that Y/N and Kai awoke from their slumber. Damon was standing by the doorway looking livid. “What the hell are you doing here Kai?! Uh, is that you Y/N?” he looked at you both in confusion once he realised Y/N was the one in Kai’s arms. Y/N’s cheeks turned bright red, clearly embarrassed by being spotted in Kai’s arms. “Y, you’re not going to tell the others, r, right Damon?” Y/N stuttered, scared that she would be outed to everyone for liking Kai.

“Well that depends, Y/N. I’ll keep quiet if you stay away from him” Damon said sternly. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest, not wanting to accept Damon’s terms. She really liked Kai and wanted to see where it could lead between them. Y/N exchanged a look with Kai and he nodded at her as if to say that she should accept Damon’s terms. Y/N’s lip quivered at the revelation but tried to keep calm and collected.

“Fine” Y/N accepted shyly. Y/N tugged at Kai’s hand as he stood up, ready to leave the house. As soon as he left, Y/N pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them for comfort. How could Damon do that to her? She thought. Before Damon left, he had some parting words. “Y/N, it’s for your own good”. The silence that was left in his wake was deafening. Y/N soon cried herself to sleep.

Kai would find a way to see Y/N again. He felt comforted when they were lying together on the bed. He was also annoyed at Damon, having to stick his nose into something that wasn’t his business. There was some kind of unsaid connection between Y/N and Kai, he was sure of it. He saw the disappointment in her eyes as Damon gave her the ultimatum. He wanted nothing more than to tell Damon to do one but he thought against it.

Kai decided to find a way to see Y/N again without being caught. He needed to be in her presence, she had a calming effect. If anyone was going to make him feel properly again, it was going to be Y/N. As he arrived back to his place, Kai slouched on the sofa with his head in his hands letting out a sigh. He decided to lay on the couch and let his thoughts consume him before slowly falling asleep, Y/N occupying his dreams.

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Trouble in Paradise

Request: hey, could you write a marvel x the originals crossover where the reader is dating Bucky (if comfortable writing him, if not let me know and i can change it) and she introduces him to her family (the Mikaelsons, she’s Klaus or Rebekah’s twin) and like they recognise him from him being The Winter Solider and like all hell breaks lose with a fluffy/happy ending? thanks :) - @simonsbluee

Fics: The Originals x MCU crossover

Word Count: 2.5k

You and Bucky Barnes had been quite the couple ever since you two met in New York a few months ago through your mutual friend, Steve Rogers.

~A couple of months ago~

“So you’re not gonna go all fangirl on me when you meet the rest of the Avengers, right?” Steve asks as you make your way to the doors of the Avengers compound.

“In your year of knowing me. Has Y/N Mikaelson ever fangirled?” You tease back.

“No.” He chuckles. “No, Y/N Mikaelson has never fangirled,” He responds opening the door for you. The two of you head into the elevator. As you make your way out you see Tony Stark in his shop and a few others in the living room on the other side.

“Oh..My...God. You didn’t tell me THE Iron Man was gonna be here!” You whisper fake surprised as Steve just looks at you annoyed.

“Really, Y/N. You told me--” He starts.

“I’m kidding. Chill,” You slap Steve on the chest before walking into Tony’s shop.

“Hi, and you are?” Tony asks as you walk in.

“Y/N. Y/N Mikaelson. A good friend of mister Cap America.” You say looking around.

“Well, Steve didn’t tell me we’d have a guest today. Anything of ours is yours.” He offers.

“Can I have a suit?!” You say excitedly. “Kidding but your work is great,” You say after seeing Tony’s look of disapproval.

“Come meet everyone else,” Steve says leading you out of the shop.

“Nice to meet you, Tony,” You say as you leave the shop and he nods his head.

Steve leads you to the living room as you find pretty much every other Avenger except Thor and Clint Barton, “Hey guys, this is my good friend Y/N Mikaelson. I hope you guys don’t mind but she needs a place to stay for a while and I thought here would be great.” Steve tells the crew. They all say agreeing words in response.

“I know who all of you are, so no need for introductions really,” You tell the group.

“I’ll show you to your room.” Steve turns to you and leads you down a hallway. You guys take a few turns through the maze of the compound before finally reaching your room. You set your stuff down as Steve begins to explain the “rules” of living in the compound. Even though they were really more guidelines if anything.

“I’ll let you settle in. Come get to know everyone once you’re ready.” Steve says making his way to his door.

“Hey, Steve. Wanda told me you were over here.” A man says making his way to Steve.

“Hey, perfect timing. I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine who’s staying with us.” Steve says as you make your way to your door.

“Hi, Y/N Mikaelson. You must be the Winter Soldier.” You say putting your hand out for him to shake.

“Please call me Bucky, nice to meet you,” He smiles shaking your hand.

And that’s where it all started.

~Present Day~

You wake up next to Bucky as your phone buzzes violently. Still being tired you completely ignore it, not even sparing a glance. You lie awake for a few moments before finally checking your phone. You find 17 missed phone calls from your older brother Niklaus. Not even caring for your other family members you don’t even call back and turn over to cuddle Bucky. You only got a few seconds before your phone starts to buzz again, only this time it was your other older brother, Elijah. Being annoyed enough about the calls you rush out of your room to answer it.

“I told you to never call me, any of you.” You respond angrily.

“Well, hello to you too little sis,” You hear Elijah’s soothing voice respond.

“Did Nik put you up to this? If so, tell him I’m not speaking to him. Then again he’s probably standing right next to you,” You spurt out.

“We were planning on a little family reunion, a ball in fact. And would love for you to come and join us. Even heard you had yourself a new boyfriend, we’d love to meet him,” Elijah disregards what you had just told him.

“Have you guys been keeping tabs on me? And what makes you think I’d come to your little ball?” You respond.

“Sweetheart, we got eyes all over the world.” You hear Nik say in the background.

“I knew it,” I say rolling your eyes.

“Mother, Finn, and Kol will be there,” Elijah states.

“Wow, Nik decided to finally forgive them? And if mother is going to be there. No thanks.” You say and hang up the phone. You head back into your room to find Bucky is finally awake.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks clearly noticing the pissed look plastered on your face.

“Yeah just some family drama,” You say making your way to him and give him a soft peck on the lips.

“You know you’ve never told me about your family except that you and they are the oldest vampires on earth,” He states.

“I’ve kinda cut myself off from them. That’s why I never talk about my family.” You sigh.

“Well, it was clearly important enough for you to answer the call.” Bucky points out.

“If you call answering because your sick of constantly hearing your phone buzz a million times, then sure,” You respond crossing your arms

“What did they want?” He asks rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“It’s not important,” You brush off and head to your dresser.

“If they called you that many times, it is,” He tells you.

“You’re not gonna give up, huh?” You turn around and scoff.

“If something is bothering my one true love this much. Then yes, I’m not gonna give up.” Bucky walks over and cups your face in his hands.

You sigh, “They’re planning some sort of family reunion ball thing. And found out I have a boyfriend, they want to meet you,” You reluctantly tell him.

“I would love to meet and get to know your family. Let’s go,” Bucky suggests.

“No. Nuh-uh. If we go all hell is going to break loose. In fact, it’s going to, regardless if we go.” You state.

“I can handle myself. If I can survive a fall from a train and live 70 years, barely aging. I think we’re good.” He states back.

“No. It’s out of the question, Buck. I’m not risking your life just so you and my family can play get along.” You tell him rustling through your clothes.

“If it makes you feel better we can bring back up. Steve. Tony.” Bucky suggests.

“They’ll sense them as soon as we get to the door, we’re the original vampires. I already told you no.” You sternly respond.

“Come on, Y/N. It can’t be that bad. When’s the ball?” Bucky says as you start to get dressed.

“I didn’t talk long or care enough to ask,” You respond.

“Well, let’s ask. Again. I’d love to meet your family.” Bucky responds.

“I told you we’re not going.” You say starting to get mad. Bucky doesn’t respond, catching on to your anger towards him. You head out of your room and into the kitchen. You start to make yourself and Bucky some breakfast.

“Hey, you got some mail Y/N,” Peter Parker says walking with a box in hand.

“Thanks, Peter,” You say taking the box from him.

As soon as you look at the top of the box you see your family crest plastered on the top, “How did they find where I lived?” You whisper under your breath.

“Who?” Peter asks, clearly always wanting to know what going on.

“No one,” You say and set the box back down and finish cooking breakfast. You neatly arrange the food on plates and carry the box and breakfast back to your room.

You set the box down and the food on a table as Bucky finishes his shower. Letting the curiosity get the better of you, you decide to open the box. The first thing you see is a card. You open it to find “Hello sister. We would love to invite you and your boyfriend to our family ball on October 22nd at 7 pm in Mystic Falls. Although it would be lovely to join us before then. Hope you like your dress, Rebekah picked it out,” written on the inside.

Underneath the letter, you find a blue ball gown underneath. You quickly close the box as you hear the door to the bathroom open, “What’s that?” You hear Bucky’s voice behind you.

“Nothing. I made some breakfast. Still hot,” You push off his question.

“It’s something from your family, huh?” He says clearly noticing the “M” plastered on the top.

“Yes,” You sigh as you open the lid back up and hand him the letter. He reads it and pulls out the dress.

“This is a lovely dress. Wish I picked it out. So does this mean we’re going?” He asks clearly excited to go.

“I guess so. If they know where I live then. I rather go than put you guys in harm’s way,” You say reluctantly.

“We’re in the Avenger’s compound. I think we’re fine,” Bucky responds.

“Better safe than sorry,” You say as you put the dress back in a close the box.

“Well its the 20th today, we should probably head over tomorrow. Seeing as they want to see us beforehand.” Bucky says as he starts to eat.

“I guess we should pack and head out tonight,” You say as you start to eat as well.

You and Bucky spent the day packing up and preparing a quinjet to have Natasha fly you out. The next morning you, Bucky, and Natasha head to the quinjet to fly to Mystic Falls. You have Natasha land in the front driveway of the mansion that Elijah has told you about.

“Just call when you need to be picked up,” Natasha yelled as you and Bucky made your way out.

You and Bucky walk up to the front porch, “Prepare for all hell to break loose,” You say as you were about to open the door. But before your hand reached the knob someone opens the door from the inside.

“Baby sis! Welcome home!” Rebekah throws herself into your arms.

“Hey, Rebekah. This is Bucky, my boyfriend.” You say pulling yourself away.

“I’m Rebekah. Come meet everyone else,” She says as you and Bucky walk into the house.

She leads you to your room where you and Bucky set your stuff down. After you had set your stuff down, she leads you into the great room where you find a few of your other siblings. Niklaus, Kol, and Finn.

“Is Y/N here yet?” You hear Nik ask clearly sounding impatient.

“I’m right here,” You say as you round the corner.

“Ah! there is our lovely little sister. How are--” Nik says but stops clearly taking notice of Bucky.

“Niklaus, don’t,” You say knowing that he’ll burst into anger.

“You’re boyfriend is the Winter Soldier?!” Nik raises his voice.

“Nik! Please,” Rebekah yells trying to get him to calm down.

“Oh I better rip him from limb to limb,” Klaus says after pushing Bucky up against the wall behind you guys.

“Nik stop! You wanted us here and we are!” You explain.

“You are not allowed to be associated with this...this Russian Dog!” Klaus says flashing his amber eyes at Bucky.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Bucky says grabbing Nik’s hand with his metal arm.

“Oh, you think that you can beat a thousand-year-old hybrid with that little metal arm of yours, don’t you,” Nik says getting ready to bite Bucky.

“Nik, I swear to god. If you hurt him. I’m out of here!” I say pulling him off of Bucky. But clearly what you said didn’t work as Nik and Bucky get into a full-on fistfight. Nik rushes him around the room as they land blows on each other.

“Nik!” I yell and try to pull him off Bucky.

“Niklaus Mikaelson!” You hear a somewhat familiar voice say as they stop fighting. You turn your head to find your mother, Esther, and Elijah walk in. “Behave yourself. We have a guest,” She says calmly as Nik and Bucky let go of each other.

“Y/N, it’s wonderful to see you again,” Elijah says breaking the tension.

“Hey. Esther.” You say as you notice your mother looking towards you.

“It’s wonderful to see you again. As well as meet you--” She trails off clearly not knowing Bucky’s name.

“Bucky Barnes,” Bucky finishes.

“Bucky. I’m glad you could join us. Now why don’t you two settle in and meet us back down here for lunch, and we can all get to know each other,” Esther says calmly.

You slowly leave the great room and head back up to the room you were given. You and Bucky start to unpack a few of your clothes.

“I’m sorry about that. My family is dysfunctional,” You say hanging the dress up.

“Well, you warned me and like I said. I can handle myself,” He responds back.

“Just keep a lookout. I don’t want you to get hurt,” You say as you hear a knock on your door. You open up to find none other than Niklaus, your older hybrid brother.

“Yes?” You say annoyed.

“Can you and I have a little talk?” Klaus says looking at Bucky behind you.

“Fine,” You sigh. He leads you to the library, far enough so no one could hear.

“What did you want to talk about?” You question as he closes the door.

“I am not letting you, my little sister, be associated with him. I knew I shouldn’t have let you leave,” Klaus says annoyed.

“I’m sorry that you seeing me happy upsets you. That me being with someone who actually makes me happy, upsets you,” You snap back.

“You know what he’s done right? He was a spy!” Klaus raises his voice.

“And now he’s my boyfriend and I love him!” You yell back.

“Nik, Y/N,” You and Nik turn your heads as you see Elijah walk in. “I think Y/N’s boyfriend is wonderful and will do anything to make her happy,” Elijah gives his opinion.

“Thank you. Now can we please have a normal, non-dysfunctional family event, please,” You say.

“But he was a Russian spy!” Nik says still upset.

“Not anymore. Now please Nik. Please behave yourself. I already don’t want to be here,” You sigh.

“Fine. For you, but if he tries anything. I’m killing him,” Nik says pointing to you after a few moments of thinking.

“Nik…” You trail off.

“Ok. Ok. Fine. I won’t touch him,” He says holding his hands up.

“Good, it’s settled. Now let’s go to lunch and get to know Bucky Barnes,” Elijah says before walking out the door.

A/N: Soo this turned out to be way longer than I expected. I loved everything about this request. It fuels my soul...tbh, like as soon as I started I really couldn't stop. I’m not sure if the ending is as fluffy/happy as you hoped for, but I felt like it fit for the characters. I hope this is what you were looking for and enjoy it!

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tanjamikaelson · 3 years

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LOVE FOR ETERNITY - PART 90

MASTERLIST

PART 90: | THINGS WE DO TO SURVIVE |

Rebekah was in her and Kol’s current apartment, she was sitting in the living room and drinking her wine when she heard yelling from the up stairs. Then she saw a girl walking down the stairs cursing Kol. Rebekah narrowed her eyes at her and saw that Kol was coming down right after her.

- “Wait up, darling.” Kol tells her, but when she didn’t stop he vamp speeded in front of her.

- “Let me go, I'm not going to help you.” A girl said.

- “Why not?” Kol asked.

- “I’m not helping a guy who cheats on his girlfriend in order to find her. Who in their right mind does that?” A girl questioned.

- “She has a point, Kol.” Rebekah remarks.

- “Shut up, Bex.” Kol tells her.

- “Or maybe I should find her and tell her with whom she is in a relationship with..” A girl told him.

- “She would probably just kill you.” Kol told her honestly.

- A girl scoffs, “Then I just added one more reason not to help you to my list.” then she pushes Kol out of her way and heads towards the door, but just as she was about to open them Kol snapped her neck.

- “Why did you do that?” Rebekah asked.

- “Well you heard her she doesn’t want to help.” Kol replies.

- “That was the fifth witch you killed in the past week. Are you going to kill everyone who doesn’t want to help you?” Rebekah asked.

- “Yes, I will. Do you have a problem with that?” Kol asked.

- “If other witches find out what you do to those who don’t want to help you they will hate you..” Rebekah began saying.

- “Or they will fear me and they will be willing to help.” Kol corrected her, “And what did you do in the past two days? Sat there and did nothing.”

- “Oh please Kol, I offered you help and you told me to stay away.” Rebekah told him, “What do you want from me?”

- “Exactly that, to stay away and not bother me, but you’re still here.” Kol exclaimed, “You know what? I’ll stay away from you.” Then he ran off and Rebekah hasn't seen him since then.

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- “Of course you choose the biggest house in the city.” Kai remarks when he finds Natali.

- “I actually lived in this house while Kol and I were in Mystic Falls, it was the house of his brother Klaus.” Natali tells him.

- “Soo, do you have any idea how to get out of the prison world?” Kai asked while looking around.

- “I don’t have an idea. You’re the one who was once trapped in the prison world, how did you escape?” Natali questioned.

- “Well, twice actually.” Kai corrected her, “I had the ascendant, a celestial event and Bennett blood.”

- “There is a full moon every night here. Is that enough?” Natali asked.

- “That’s not enough to boost the power and we don’t have Bennett blood.” Kai tells her.

- “I will find a way to get us out of here without Bennett blood, and as for boosting the power I’m sure we can find something else.” Natali told him.

- “What else?” Kai asked.

- “We will need to go to New Orleans, I have things that we need there.” Natali tells him.

When they arrived in New Orleans they went to Fangtasia where Natali still had things that they needed.

- “What is this, a strip club?” Kai asked, seeing a stage with a pole for dancing.

- “Sort of.” Natali tells him, “I like to dance there.” she added pointing at the stage.

- “So you are a vampire stripper.” Kai remarks.

- “I’m not a stripper. It’s called pole dance.” Natali informed him, “But vampires come here and they can compel humans to do whatever they want for them.

- “I wouldn’t mind either of those.” Kai tells her and smirks.

- Natali smirks and rolls her eyes, “Anyway, let’s get back to why we came here. Follow me.” She then continued to walk towards the stairs and Kai followed her down to her secret room.

She cut her wrist open and poured blood on the door saying a spell to open them.

- “So what exactly do we need from here?” Kai asked.

- “Dark objects.” Natali tells him and points at the shelf's where they were placed, “Everything you see here is made thanks to dark magic.”

- Kai took the cuffs that were hanging on the wall, “You think this will help? I know only one good way to use this for.”

- Natali rolls her eyes, “Are you really going to think about that right now?”

- Kai shrugs, “Well what else? There is not enough dark magic for both of us.”

- “We didn’t even try.” Natali tells him.

- “I know it won’t work, we wasted our time.” Kai says.

- “If you are so smart you wouldn’t end up locked here for the third time.” Natali told him.

- “And what about you? You let Bonnie outsmart you.” Kai shot back, “You basically locked yourself here.”

- Natali sighted and crossed her arms, “So do you have any better plan?”

- “I say we don’t waste dark magic right now, we need to gather more information on how we can escape.” Kai tells her, “Do you have any books here?”

- “I have a lot of ancient books, but they are all in my secret library in Saint Tropez.” Natali told him.

- “Well, that’s just great. How are we gonna get to Saint Tropez?” Kai asked.

- “Well lucky for you, you are trapped here with a girl who knows how to fly a helicopter.” Natali informed him.

- Kai smiles, “Yeah, lucky me.”

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- “So you said that your coven trapped you here the first time because you were different?” Natali questioned.

- “Well technically they trapped me here because I killed my siblings and because I was different.” Kai told her.

- “Siblings? How many?” Natali asked.

- “Four and failed to kill my twin sister and the other two. ” Kai told her, “But I killed them when I escaped the prison world.

- “Well we have more things in common.” Natali says.

- “Did you finish off your sister?” Kai asked.

- Natali nods, “I did. Too bad I can’t torture her in hell right now.”

- “What do you think happened to hell now when you’re here?” Kai questioned.

- “I have no idea. I guess we’ll see when we get back.” Natali told him, “Anyway, did you say you had a twin sister?”

- “Yes, why?” Kai asked.

- “So your coven was actually a gemini coven, huh?” Natali said.

- “Oh, you’ve heard of it?” Kai asked.

- “Well, of course I did, that coven exists because of me.” Natali tells him.

- “Really? How so?” Kai asked.

[SAINT TROPEZ, FRANCE: 1005.]

It’s been a week since Natali killed a woman she was staying with and people began to notice that she’s nowhere to be seen. One day Natali heard knocking at the front door and she heard a woman's voice calling out for someone to open the door. Natali walked towards the door and opened them.

- “Where is she?” A woman asked, not taking her eyes off of Natali.

- “Who?” Natali replied.

- “Helen, a woman you were staying with.” Woman told her.

- “I don’t know, I haven’t seen her in a week.” Natali tells her.

- A woman frowns for a moment, “And that didn’t concern you?”

- “It did. I was looking for her, but I couldn’t find her.” Natali replies.

- “Then you should've come to me.” A woman told her.

- “And if I may know, who are you?” Natali asked.

- “I’m Juliette.” A woman replied, “People were concerned that they haven’t seen Helen in days, and they told me that there’s some new girl living with her.”

- When Natali heard her name, she realized that she was a sister of her mother, who was now a coven leader, so she introduced herself, “Oh, my name is Natali.”

- “I’m glad we met, can I come in?” Juliette asked.

Then Natali let her inside of the house and they sat together in the living room.

- “So, how do you know Helen?” Juliette asked.

- “I was just passing through here when I met her, she told me that I can stay with her for a few days.” Natali said.

- “But you've been here for a month, right?” Juliette asked.

- “Yeah, I think it’s already been a month.” Natali replied.

- “And you’re not scared to stay here alone? Close to the woods?” Juliette asked.

- “Why would I be scared?” Natali asked back.

- “I’ve heard that there’s some strange things happening around here. It’s not just Helen that is missing, a few other of my people are missing too. It started happening just after Helen disappeared.” Juliette informed her.

- That was when Natali knew she wasn’t careful enough, “I didn’t know that. Maybe I should move somewhere else.” she says.

- “Maybe if you move my coven will be a safe place again.” Juliette replied.

- “A coven? What’s that supposed to mean?” Natali questioned.

- “Let’s not pretend that you don’t know what coven is and I won’t pretend that I don’t know exactly who you are.” Juliette told her.

- “And who am I?” Natali asked.

- “Don’t you think I wouldn’t recognize my sister's daughter, you look so much like her.” Juliette tells her, “And that name Natali, that was the name she was planning on giving you.”

- Natali smiles, “You got me.”

- “I had a feeling that she lied when she told me that you died at birth.” Juliette told her.

- “I mean I would die anyway, isn’t that right?” Natali questioned.

- “That’s right. Your kind is not welcomed here.” Juliette replied.

- Natali laughs, “My kind? I’m not so different than you.”

- “If you’re not different you wouldn't kill people. The same thing repeats itself.” Juliette says.

- “What do you mean by that?” Natali asked.

- “When I was young there was one boy who was born just like you, everyone treated him like he was human, but when he got older he realized that he could siphon powers from other witches and he didn’t stop until they were dead and he had all of their power in himself. And that was the day when this coven swore to kill anyone who wasn't born with their powers.” Juliette tells her, “That's exactly what you’re doing. That��s why Helen and others are dead.”

- “Well, you see, you’re not quite right.” Natali tells her, “I draw my powers for something else.”

Juliette could then see Natali’s eyes turning dark red, veins appeared under her eyes and a pair of big, sharp fangs aiming at her bare neck . Her blue eyes were staring at the beast in front of her in terror. She never saw anything like that.

- “What kind of demonic creature are you?” Juliette asked.

- “The kind you’ll regret messing with.” Natali tells her and takes a step closer.

Juliette reacted quickly and used her powers to push Natali and she hit a wall, but for her it was like nothing even happened. She was getting stronger by the day. She was getting more powerful when she fed on humans everyday.

Juliette tried to take advantage of the moment and escape but Natali used her powers to closer the door shut.

- “See, I don’t need to siphon powers from you.” Natali tells her, “Doesn’t that make me just like you?”

- Juliette turns towards Natali, “No, you are a monster.”

- “Aren’t we all?” Natali says, “You’re a monster too, you kill innocent children just because you’re afraid of them and because we are different.” then she flashed just in front of her and grabbed her neck saying, “Now you’ll get what you deserve.”

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- “And that was how I killed my mother's sister and after that I took over the coven and threw out anyone who didn’t want to follow my rules.” Natali said to Kai, “The gemini coven was created at some point.”

- “Well we are definitely the same.” Kai stated.

- “We do what we need to survive.” Natali tells him and Kai couldn’t agree more.

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slstmaraudersjple · 4 years

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Belated Fic Rec Event post!

Soooo... some of you may know that I was unfortunately not able to post my fic recs for the KC Fic Rec Event hosted by @klaroline-events due to my laptop dying and me needing to order a replacement battery/charging cord. So here are the fic recs for days 2-6! Lots of good fics ;)

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 2 Sep 1st: All Human!AU Title: Colored You In (Links: FFN | AO3) Author: @lalainajanes (Links: FFN | AO3) Summary: AH-AU. Rebekah asks a favor that turns out to be kind of life changing (life ruining?) for Caroline. Living with a temporarily broke Kol is one thing. A really, really annoying thing. And then Klaus is suddenly always around, planted on her couch, drinking her wine and adding snarky commentary which Caroline DOES NOT appreciate. Mikaelson's and boundaries apparently did not mix. Warnings: none Status: Complete

Why you should read it: This has everything I love in a Klaroline fic: Caroline friendship with Rebekah and Enzo, Caroline/Kol bonding, Mikaelson sibling drama... and of course, Klaus secretly being trash for Caroline. It’s hilariously entertaining, especially when Caroline suspects SOMETHING is up and Kol keeps teasing her about it because he KNOWS, and Rebekah DOESN’T know what’s happening until she does, and the Mikaelson sibling dynamic is so entertaining and YOU WLL LOVE IT. I mean, in the first chapter, Rebekah bribes Caroline into letting Kol stay with her. That alone should set the tone for the entir story for you. Seriously, just read it already!

A favorite scene:

The box said 'Louboutin' so Caroline was on guard. When Rebekah had called yesterday and asked Caroline to meet her for drinks Caroline had agreed immediately. Work was hectic, she had fundraiser to oversee tomorrow, so a martini (or three) to wind down sounded like a good idea.

Beware of Greeks bearing gifts, or so the saying went.

"Do you need a kidney, or something? Because I love you, Bex. But I love gin too."

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 3 Sep 2nd: Angst Title: all you need to grow inside my spine (Links: FFN | AO3) Author: @highgaarden (Links: FFN | AO3) Summary: Klaus watches, satisfied, and in that moment she realizes something terrible: that she is grateful for the blood in her mouth. The sooner they break this bond the better. / or, Klaus and Caroline try to bargain their way out of their soulmate bond, but discover that dealing with magic isn't quite as easy or liberating as snapping a neck. ONESHOT. Warnings: none Status: Complete

Why you should read it: You should read this for the writing alone. The lines just TUG at your very soul and if you didn’t know words could hurt, this does it. This story is a variation on the soulmates AU where Klaus and Caroline are NOT delighted by what they learn, and so they agree to try to break this bond. What I like about this is that it’s a story where, while Klaus may be intrigued by Caroline, he still chooses power over his soulmate. Or does he?

A favorite scene:

“I tried, so hard, to be good.” Caroline closes her eyes to the blood dripping down her forehead. “So freakin’ hard. I was on the bunny diet. I thought if I ever showed you who I was, my soulmate would run for the hills.”

“Aren’t you glad then that it’s me?”

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 4 Sep 3rd: Fluff Title: The Sound of Settling (Link: AO3) Author: @galvanizedfriend / Yokan (Link: AO3) Summary: Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] Warnings: none Status: Complete

Why you should read it: I love this story so much! It’s a variation of the coffee shop meet cute, and I love how @galvanizedfriend can take a simple setting like a coffee shop and making something beautiful out of it!!! All Klaus wants in life is to get away from his family, so he works himself to the bone in hopes of getting a transfer. One day he comes across Caroline’s coffee shop as he’s looking for his next coffee fix, but discovers reasons to keep coming back... and the best part about all this? This beautifully written story reminds us that sometimes, what we think we want is not what we truly want.

A favorite scene:

"Well, you haven't run for the hills. I think you turned out pretty ok, if you ask me." Caroline pushes up her seat and winks at him. "Duty calls."

Klaus is left in a state of absolute disbelief as she walks back to the counter. Thirty-two years of age and this might be the first time anyone claims he's turned out ok. His ex-girlfriend with a degree to validate her opinion would probably have some points to make.

He doesn't know if Caroline is completely crazy or if she genuinely sees something no other person ever did. Klaus is almost afraid of believing the latter.

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 5 Sep 4th: Smut Title: Battle Lines (Links: FFN | AO3) Author: Jinxed-Wood (Links: FFN | AO3) Summary: Battle Lines [Dark Season 2 AU ] The little cheerleader had seemed the perfect candidate for Klaus's purposes, an outlier of the herd if you will, but as he tried to bend her to his will, it quickly became apparent she was not the pushover she had first appeared to be... Warnings: character deaths, dubious(?) consent, mentions of sexual assault and trauma Status: Incomplete

Why you should read it: This is a dark season 2 AU where morality is very, very gray. Klaus decides to use Caroline to spy on her friends. Caroline, on the other hand, is used to being underestimated, and she takes advantage of it to ensure her survival. In an interesting turn of events, Klaus’ actions result in Caroline getting what she deserves, which is better. However, since this fic is incomplete, I have no idea how it’s going to end! Also, tons and tons of smutty goodness!

A favorite scene:

He collapsed on top of her and waited for their thrum of their hearts to ease, stroking her hair absently as his mind turned over the future. Truth be told, Caroline's usefulness as a spy had been somewhat eroded as a result of his earlier than planned return to Mystic Falls, but he found her...diverting, and that was not a phrase he used for a lot of people. Perhaps he could convince her to make a more permanent arrangement?

But that meant he would have to to seduce her into his life as well as his bed, and what did he have to offer that Caroline Forbes would want?

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 6 Sep 5th: Supernatural!AU (undine!Caroline and Originals!Mikaelsons) Title: Drown Me in Ash, Burn Me in Salt (links: FFN | AO3) Author: @cupcakemolotov (links: FFN | AO3) Summary: Cursed with legs by a witch as the gods were unmade, Caroline is a relic of ancient times. Bored and lonely, her interest is peaked by the newest predators in the world - vampires. And in particular, Klaus Mikaelson, with his monsters teeth and the wolf caged in his blood. Warnings: some blood and gore, nothing explicit Status: Complete

Why you should read it: If you’re looking for powerful Caroline and the Mikaelsons, this is it! This is a rather lengthy 14k-word one-shot, and one that I find myself turning to time and time again. @cupcakemolotov does an incredible job building worlds upon worlds, and this is no exception. I love that in this world, Caroline is older than the Mikaelsons (but not an Original), an ancient creature who finds amusement in this dysfunctional family and keeps them around because she can. I love her interactions with the Mikaelson siblings, of the way she seamlessly moves through the world on her own terms and no one else’s.

A favorite scene:

“So, you’re more of a siren?” Klaus asked thoughtfully, head tilting as he faced her with no fear.

Caroline sighed and disentangled herself from the chains and corpse. “What is it with humans and naming things?”

“Power,” Klaus murmured as she reached for his locks. “Dominion does not come easily, against the unnamed night terrors. Why are you helping us?”

“I’m bored,” Caroline told him, switching to Rebekah’s chains. “Your little vampire creations are amusing, even if you taste like the grave.”

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 7 Sep 6th: Free for all! Title: A Pregnant Pause (Links: FFN | AO3) Author: @supremeuppityone (Links: FFN | AO3) Summary: Klaroline supernatural AU multi-chap. Pregnant and alone, Caroline meets a woman named Rebekah, and an unexpected friendship is formed. But then, her ridiculously attractive asshat of a brother starts inserting himself into their lives, causing all kinds of trouble. Despite being distracted by those dimples, she notices something seems a bit off about the Mikaelsons... Warnings: discussions on abortion Status: Incomplete

Why you should read it: It should go without saying that this is one of my FAVORITE Klaroline fics of all time. This features a clueless and pregnant human Caroline who finds herself entangled with the MIkaelson family. I absolutely adore the Caroline/Rebekah friendship that forms, the way Caroline wins over each of the Mikaelson siblings, and the way they find themselves drawn to her in turn. This story makes me laugh and cry, and I appreciate @supremeuppityone’s writing SO MUCH.

A favorite scene:

Clearing her throat, she told Rebekah, “You’ll figure it out. And I’ll help.”

She favored Caroline with a weak smile. “I thought I was supposed to be helping you.”

“So, we’ll help each other then.” Caroline laid back against one of the fluffy pillows on the chaise, a forearm over her eyes as she let out a soft groan.

So here we go! One epic belated post!

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thatfanficstuff · 5 years

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The Bet - Elijah Mikaelson

This fic is based on the above gif that was submitted as a request on wattpad. Not my gif. (it was on giphy)

Pairing: Elijah x chubby! reader

Warnings: uh...I don’t think so. reader bitching about clothes not fitting.

A/N: I actually kind of love this. It’s pretty fluffy.

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“Please, Y/N?” Rebekah practically begged as she bounced on her feet in your kitchen. She’d shown up early and you’d let her in before shuffling over to the coffee maker. The pot had just finished brewing and you poured yourself a generous portion. Once you were leaned against the counter with your mug in hand, the blonde had immediately started in.

She wanted you to go shopping with her. The Mikaelsons were having a party and, while she didn’t need a new dress, she insisted you did. You sighed and sat the mug on the counter behind you.

“There are two problems with this, Bekah. One, I had no intention of going to the party and two, I hate shopping.”

The vampire looked almost disgusted at your admission. You’d try to explain it to her, but she’d never understand. You were on the heavier side and shopping was such a chore. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about your weight, but you were practical. They just didn’t make pretty things for girls like you. Designers seemed to think that anyone over a size 10 wanted to wear potato sacks with weird patterns on them. Rebekah didn’t have to worry with any of that. She was stunning. Her biggest problem was trying to decide between too many choices while you might spend hours and not find a single thing that you liked.

“You always go shopping with me. Why didn’t you tell me you hated it?” The blonde was almost pouting.

“I don’t mind shopping for you. Shopping for you is easy. Shopping for me is a pain.”

“What? Why?”

You literally face palmed before smiling at her. “Bekah. Honey. I’m just a bit bigger than you. It’s harder to find stuff for me. Especially dresses.”

“Ridiculous,” she snapped immediately and rolled her eyes. “And as for the other…” She pulled out her phone and sent a message to someone.

You just sipped at your coffee and watched her over your mug. Finally, she smirked in what could only be described as triumph. She kept her eyes glued to her phone as she walked to your front door.

“You should have just gone shopping with me, Y/N.” And with that, she was gone.

You blinked several times before shaking your head and setting your mug in the sink. “Strange girl,” you murmured to yourself just as another knock sounded at your door.

“Seriously, Bekah?” you grumbled though you wore a smile on your face. You opened the door only to gasp when you were greeted not with your best friend but her older, hot as sin brother. Holy Shit. “Elijah. I wasn’t expecting you.” Hopefully he would attribute your suddenly racing heart to surprise.

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile and his eyes ran over you from head to toe. “Hello, Y/N. Lovely to see you, as always.”

Suddenly realizing you were standing in front of him in nothing but a long sleep shirt and socks you gave a little scream and slammed the door. You could hear him chuckle through the door. “Just a minute.” You threw open the closet next to you and yanked out your long raincoat and wrapped it around you before tying it off.

A glance in the mirror had you gasping in horror. Your hair was a mess and mascara smudged your eyes. Could you possibly look any worse? A swipe of your fingers took care of the worst of the makeup and your feeble attempt at least made your hair look passable. After taking a deep breath, you opened the door again. “Sorry. I thought you were Bekah.” Heat flooded your face. Why did you always make a fool of yourself in front of this man? Why not Klaus?

“If that’s how you greet my sister, perhaps I should accompany her to your home more often.” The teasing lilt to his voice had a tremor moving through you. Was Elijah Mikaelson flirting? With you? Not possible.

You cleared your throat and stepped back from the door. “Would you like to come in?”

He nodded and came inside. You shut the door behind him and followed him into the kitchen. You always hung out in your kitchen. It was your favorite room in the house. When he simply studied you with pursed lips, you decided to speak up. “Is there something I can do for you, Elijah?”

He licked his lips. “Rebekah tells me you are not coming to the party this evening. May I ask why not?”

You shrugged. “You guys don’t need me there. You’ll have a house full. I’ll just be hanging around on the fringes anyway and one of you will feel the need to entertain me. It’s better if I just stay home. Netflix is calling my name, anyway.”

Elijah didn’t appear impressed with your answer. “You seem to be under the impression that you are an afterthought on the guest list. On the contrary, yours was the first name added that was not myself or one of my siblings. Many could fail to attend and not be missed. You, however, are not one of them.”

Any argument you could make against that would only sound petty. You sighed. “Fine, let’s say I buy that. I still don’t have anything to wear.”

“I’m personally fond of the shirt you’re wearing under that ridiculous coat.”

“Elijah Mikaelson,” you scolded.

He laughed again. He seemed to do that a lot more lately than he used to. It was probably because his mother was dead. She was a bitch. “Then we shall buy something for you to wear, Y/N.”

The ‘we’ didn’t escape your notice. You huffed a laugh. “Elijah, I find it impossible to believe that even you with your vast resources will find something that I am happy with in the time we have.”

He narrowed his eyes and leaned toward you, that smirk stretching his lips once more. “Are you challenging me?”

You found yourself returning the smile. “So, what if I am? You’ll lose.”

“Will I? Interesting. A wager then?”

“What sort of wager?” You’d been friends with the Mikaelsons for too long not to suspect he was up to something. You were being cautious.

“If you are correct and our shopping excursion is fruitless, I will pay for your Netflix subscription for the next year. In addition, I will personally make sure your snack cabinet is filled weekly.”

You bit your lip and his eyes flashed. It was tempting, but not enough. You shook your head. “All that, plus one movie night a week. I pick the film. You are of course excused for supernatural drama.”

“Fine.”

He agreed entirely too quickly. You should have asked for more, but honestly you couldn’t think of anything better than cuddling with Elijah and watching movies even if it was purely platonic on his part. “And what do you want if you win?”

“When I win, you will of course come to the party tonight, but you will come as my date.”

Your brows snapped together as you frowned. That didn’t make any sense.

Elijah grinned and stepped closer to you. You swallowed. “And you will stay by my side all evening. You will not hide in the corner or in Niklaus’s study or my library. You will be sociable.”

Oh, god. You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

He held up a finger. “That’s not all, dear Y/N. I, too, desire a weekly movie night. I will pick the film and you will come to my home to watch it.”

“What’s the catch?”

He shrugged. “No catch.” He ran one finger along the edge of the counter. “Have I mentioned my affinity for horror movies?”

“Damn it, ‘lijah.” You didn’t hate horror movies, but they made you jumpy. Watching them in a house full of vampires that loved to tease you was unlikely to help. Finally, you grumbled. “Fine.”

Elijah grinned in triumph.

“It’s not like you’re going to win anyway.”

***

There was one store that you loved. In fact, the vast majority of the clothes you owned were from there, but they weren’t dresses. They weren’t expensive by any stretch but they were a little pricier than you liked so you tended to hit their clearance when you could. But you weren’t paying today, Elijah was. You knew there was no point arguing with him. He’d just compel the clerk not to take your money.

You’d found a couple of skirts to try, but it was Elijah that found the dress. When he showed it to you, you gasped just a little. It was beautiful, but not something you’d ever considered wearing before. It looked like something straight out of the forties or fifties, from the cut to the pattern. Normally you wouldn’t even try it on, but you shrugged and took it from him. Why not try it?

You saved it for last, knowing it wouldn’t fit right. You wanted to postpone the disappointment. But it slid on smoothly and fell gracefully. After smoothing down the fabric you finally looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes wide, you spun and took in your appearance.

He won. Holy shit. He actually won.

***

Elijah tapped the glass in his hand and glanced up the stairs for the hundredth time. What could possibly be taking you and his sister so long? You hadn’t let him see you in the dress, but you assured him that he’d won. Surprisingly, you hadn’t argued with him at all about him not only buying the dress but getting your shoes and accessories as well. He was a bit disgruntled that you hadn’t let him see any of it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were nervous, brother,” Niklaus said as he stepped up beside him.

“Thank you, Niklaus. Most helpful as always.” Elijah straightened the cuffs of his suit.

The hybrid hummed. “You do know that you could just tell her you love her? I am quite certain she feels the same.”

Elijah sighed. “Are you finished?”

His brother chuckled and held up his hands. “All right, I’ll go, brother.”

Elijah watched him walk off before shooting another glance up the stairs. Still nothing.

“Hello, Elijah,” Kol said from behind him.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

He shook his head. “No. Rebekah just assured me that you’ll be speechless when you see her. I didn’t want to miss it.”

Elijah closed his eyes and counted silently in his head. His irritation came from nerves, so he was attempting not to snap at Kol.

A hand rested on his shoulder and Elijah looked to find his youngest brother grinning like a fool while he looked up the stairs. “Klaus is right. You should tell her you love her before someone beats you to it.”

Elijah turned then, his eyes going wide as he caught sight of you. You were perfection. The dress he’d picked for you caressed your curves just as he hoped they would. You’d paired it with wide heels and your hair had been done in a style to match the dress. A flower the same color as your shoes was pinned in your hair. He couldn’t stop staring at you.

Kol nudged him. “You have a little drool—”

“Fuck off, Kol.” Elijah moved up the stairs to meet you.

***

You looked up then from where you’d been watching your footing to make sure you didn’t trip. The look of awe on Elijah’s face made you smile. That was all you’d wanted. To know that for just one moment you’d stunned him. What an amazing feeling.

He took your hand in his and turned it to place a gentle kiss on your wrist. When he met your gaze again, he offered you a soft smile. “You look stunning.”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far, but thank you, Elijah.” You shifted your hips just a bit so the dress flared out at the hem. This dress was awesome.

“There’s something I think I need to explain to you, Y/N.”

You tilted your head and waited for him to continue. He linked his fingers with yours and led you down the rest of the steps and into Klaus’s study. Releasing you, he shut the door and began to pace the floor. Finally, he stopped and looked at you. “I don’t care if you hide.”

“Huh?”

“The bet. The only part I cared about was you being here as my date. I wanted you to stay beside me simply so I wouldn’t be without your company. It was a win-win situation anyway. If I lost, I was guaranteed one night a week with you in my arms.”

“That’s why you added that to your terms? The movie night here?”

He nodded once.

You took a breath for courage. “Just tell me plainly what you want to say, Elijah. If you don’t, I’ll just think I imagined whatever I infer from this conversation.”

He closed the distance between you and placed his hands on your upper arms. “Very well. I love you. I have for quite some time now. If you tell me I have a chance with you, this will be the happiest day I’ve had in a thousand years.”

You closed your eyes and chuckled. “I’ve been head over heels from the first time I met you, ‘Lijah. I don’t wear that raincoat for just anyone, you know?”

“I would hope not.” He moved closer as he spoke and searched your gaze. Whatever he found there must have been satisfactory because you were suddenly being kissed. And it was fantastic.

The two of you explored each other’s mouths for a bit before Elijah leaned back. “We could skip the party and hide in my room. Just you, me and Netflix.”

You took his hand and tugged him toward the door as you grinned at him. “And waste this dress? I think not.”

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