#marcel gerard x baby reader
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Hello i know that i resquest so much but I love your work so can you do more of little Mikaelson baby sister with Hayley where yn is with her and baby hope Hayley treats yn like other daughters because she love her so much that she is sad when yn cry
If I Were Your Mother
Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley Marshall (and everyone else)
Warnings: Mikael being an ass, death?
A/n: This is set during later season 2, we're gonna forget about Jackson and Hayley together. We're gonna pretend that everyone is happy and Klaus and Hayley don't fight about what's best for Hope or try to take her away from each other every other episode and are actually good together.
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Mikael is back. Davina brought him back from the other side almost a year ago. You've seen Kol and Finn in their new bodies and were completely freaked out by Finn. He had tried to kill you. You wouldn't leave your brothers or Hayley's side no longer than five minutes for almost two weeks.
Mikael had boomed into the abattoir, white oak stake in his hand, ready to kill. He laid his eyes on you the moment you ran into the room where you heard a familiar man's voice yelling. You regretted it as soon as you saw your father. The same father who had been tracking you and your siblings down for the past millennia.
You had thought Nik had already killed him, he told you he had. Did he lie?
Mikael went straight to you. You loudly screamed and tried to vamp speed out of the way, but he was too fast for you. He had caught you in his arms and pressed the stake right at your tiny chest.
As soon as your loud scream pierced the walls of the old building, the room was immediately full of your older siblings; Bekah, Nik, and Lijah, as well as Marcel and Hayley, whom you'd grown really close with since she was pregnant in the early months.
"LET HER GO" Klaus bellowed, his eyes flash a striking amber. His anger is through the roof, no one touches his baby sister and lives, no one. He starts to stalk his way over, followed by Elijah.
"Don't come any closer, boys" Mikael spat at them. You whimpered loudly as tears ran down your reddened cheeks. All you want is your big brothers.
"No" You hit your father's shoulder and tried to pull away from him. All that does is make his grip on you tighten to a painful extent. Even with your vampire healing, it hurts tremendously.
Veins appear under Hayley's eyes, enraged at Mikael for even going near the poor little girl. She uses her hybrid strength and lunges at him. She knocks the white oak stake out of his hands and bites him on the shoulder opposite you. She takes you into her arms and quickly vamps you back over to Marcel before returning to Mikael, along with Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah.
Your big sister grabbed the stake into her hand and vamped towards where Elijah and Klaus were pinning Mikael down each on one side and Hayley's arm was wrapped tightly around his neck. She shoved the stake right through Mikael's heart. Flames blaze across Mikael's body and clothing. His screams echoed through the whole compound.
They all backed away from the burning corpse of the vampire who hunts vampires, watching as he burned from the inside out.
Marcel had you tucked against his chest, hand on the back of your head so you didn't have to watch the fight going down. You sobbed into his shirt, scared out of your mind. You want, you want Hayley.
She was the one who took you from Mikael. You pull away once Marcel's grip slackens a bit after Mikael burns.
You outstretch your arms towards the hybrid. Hayley quickly comes over to you and brings you into her arms gently. She turns back around to the other three originals, Klaus has a hurt look on his face, clearly wishing you had wanted him.
Hayley feels guilty, mouthing 'I'm sorry' to him. Elijah nods in response to her before looking at his younger brother and Rebekah places a hand on his shoulder.
"She has no means to hurt you, Nik. Don't think about it too much. She loves all of us" Rebekah whispers to him. Klaus takes a deep breath before nodding in response to her. He knows he shouldn't hold it against you, you may be over 1000 years old, but you're 2 years old, with a mind and thoughts that come with it, even as a vampire. And he knows you love him, he shouldn't hold it against you.
He nods to Hayley, a smile twitching at his lips, before turning to the burnt to a crisp corpse.
"Well, we should tend to the trash, shall we, sister?" Klaus smirks towards Rebekah. "We shall" She smirks back to him.
Klaus walks over to your tiny, shaking body in Hayley's arms and places a hand on the back of your head before kissing your forehead. He then goes over to their father, putting his arms behind his back as he brainstorms what to do next.
Rebekah walks over to the two of you next and places a kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you, sweetie" She runs her hand through your soft hair before going over to where Nik and Elijah are.
Hayley walks towards the stairs, nodding at Marcel, to which he nods back before walking off to the room he was in before Mikael showed up.
She bounces you in her arms, trying to soothe and calm you down. "Oh, It's okay, Baby. He's gone. He's gone now" She holds you close. you lean into her warmth and grip your pudgy hands on her shirt.
"No need to cry no more," She says, starting to tear up herself. She walks into her room and opens the door to the nursery. She goes over to the crib where a baby Hope lays, eyes open, looking up at the mobile. And now her eyes land on her Mama and you.
You hear the tiny mewling sounds from Hope, and look up from Hayley's chest to the baby. you let go of her shirt with one hand and reach to Hope.
Hope sits up from where she was lying down, looking up at you. She has loved you from the start, even though she can't talk yet, but knows that love is returned back from you
"You want some time with Hope?" Hayley asks you. You've been obsessed with the baby girl since before she was born, you love her just as much as Hayley and Klaus. You immediately nod your head, "Hopey" you say and let out a grin even with the tear tracks on your face.
Hayley lowers you into the crib with her daughter and watches how you immediately get into a silent conversation with her. You both giggle and play together with the small toys scattered in the crib.
She watches as you both play, a smile on her face. If she could adopt you as her own daughter as well, she would have no second thoughts and do it in one fell swoop. But she knows that your family loves you a great deal.
If she were to be your mother, she would love you so much. She would give you the childhood and life you deserve. She would care for you as a mother like she has been for over a year. There's no way she can express just how much she loves you.
"I love you both so much," She tells you both, watching as you cuddle with each other into the soft blanket. Hope has two pacifiers in her hands. She hands one over to you the best she can and you take it in your tiny from her just as tiny hand.
Hope puts the other in her mouth, just as you put the one she handed you into yours. You both suck on the pacifiers, tiny suckling noises filling the room.
Hayley tries not to physically aww at the action. Both of her babies sucking on soothers. She knows you're older than a normal age of a 'baby', but you're just as a baby as Hope is in her eyes. And the same goes for the eyes of your big siblings.
Klaus walks into the bedroom not long after you and Hope doze off, curled into one another. He looks around the room, "Where's my baby sister?" He asks, worried about you after the event of earlier in the day.
"Shh" she holds a finger up to her lips before nodding down at the dark wooden crib.
He follows her instructions and looks down at the crib, his face softening right away. He watches as his two baby girls sleep, sucking on the pacifiers.
Hayley pulls him into the other room, closing the door so she doesn't wake you two up.
"Is Mikael dealt with? Gone for good?" She asks him. "Yes, he shall not return, never again. the look on her face, I- I froze, he was going to kill her. And it was my fault" His voice wavers.
"Hey, it's not your fault, and nothing happened. That asshole deserves what he got and everything that's coming his way in hell. You're her big brother, Y/n loves you so much" Hayley pulls the elder into a hug.
Klaus stiffens at first before melting into her arms, breathing in her scent. After ten more seconds, he backs away, looking into her eyes, vulnerability shining through them. He covers it back up before his eyebrows scrunch together and a glint in his eyes.
"Was Y/n using a pacifier?" a smile plays on his lips. "Yeah, our daughter thought she would want one and gave one to her.,. Obviously, she was right. I have a feeling they're not going to allow us to separate them for a while" Hayley chuckles lightly.
"I assume that's the same for you with her as well" He crosses his arms, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Fair enough" Hayley smirks back to him.
You don't leave Hayley and Hope's side for a little while. You love it when you're all having a cuddle session with Hayley or Klaus, or both of them. The pacifier also is starting to seem like a constant. The only one to have a bad word against it is Elijah, saying that you don't need to develop a bad habit of always wanting one. But that's quickly stopped when Rebekah dragged him out of the room and nicely explained how their baby sister using a soother is at the bottom of the list of their concerns.
You love Hayley, Hope, and your siblings to the moon and back.
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Derek Hale x Reader : Hale and Mikaelson.
(part 1)
guess this is gonna be a series.
Derek Hale x Reader ( fem!mikaelson, Elijah's daughter)
Part 1! ~
Being an Original's daughter, and a witch with little control on powers had a lot of perks, so it was no surprise that Y/N Mikaelson, the miracle child of Elijah Mikaelson had to be under strict observation of her father and huge af family, especially her Hybrid uncle, Nik.
Y/N came into existence due to a procreation spell done on her mother, the love of Elijah's life, who had died at childbirth.
If anything that she inherited from her mother, was her witch powers ( a lil bit from her grandma Esther too lol ) and sense of humor ( well, her Uncle Kol says she has the humor from him) and rest is all from her father ( expect sense of fashion, thankfully. Who the heck wears suits in the summer heat?)
Elijah taught her values and virtues and literature, Klaus taught her art and how to kick someone's ass, Freya did her best to help with magic, Kol would often help her pull pranks, sneak around and have her share of fun, Rebekah would doll her up in the latest fashion and Marcel helped her to get relief from the family drama.
Beacon Hills. It's where her father decided to keep her safe. Throughout their existence, the Originals have made numerous enemies. And he couldn't afford to lose his child, his baby, to them.
And she fell in love.
With none other than her father's old ally, Talia Hale's son, the current Alpha of the renowned wolf family, Derek Samuel Hale.
Elijah, for the first time had found her interested in something other than books, music and magic, so was lenient in letting her meet him and letting him court her (much to Klaus's annoyance and possessiveness) .
But he absolutely hated it when his little one would sneak out and run into dangers just to help the pack. He couldn't stop her though, because she was fiercely loyal and stubborn and knew how to save herself.
Elijah knew Derek's the one for his princess, for his young one. His ample knowledge on the supernatural had told him his daughter and Derek had been destined to be together.
She had triggered her magic in the Beacon Hills preserve, while playing with Derek, as a child and one look of Talia had told him everything.
Derek Hale is her trigger and anchor, both.
She gained control on her magic while helping the werewolf in a faceoff with Gerard Argent, the one whom all the supernaturals loathe.
Elijah had to leave this daughter back in BH, for the safety and run to NOLA for handling his family's stupidity, warning her ( read literally pleading her ) to not get in trouble.
But things are never normal in Beacon Hills too.
That f*cking protection broke and here she is, pregnant. At 21, thankfully ( or her father and uncles would have straight ripped out Derek's heart, instead of going for a slightly less painful way)
" Derek Samuel Hale, istg, am gonna castrate you and then kill (pls, their baby is not going to grow up without their father.)"
" Calm down, sweetheart! We'll go through this together."
" Don't sweetheart me, Derek! We're going to be parents fgs!"
" I love you, and I love our child too."
" I know and I love you too, Der, but am scared."
" Our child had the Mikaelson-Hale gene. And we won't let anything happen to our child. Come here."
Later, they both visited the hospital for a checkup, completely unaware that they were being watched upon.
" Y/N, love, I think we owe an explanation of your presence at the hospital earlier today with your boyfriend."
Shoot. Her whole family.
Klaus's voice boomed in the house as soon as Y/N had stepped in, followed by Derek, who immediately felt he is in front of the hungry lion lions.
Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Marcel.
Guess he won't live to see the next day.
" What's wrong, princess? Are you sick?" Elijah asked worried and panicked, walking toward her.
" Uhm..ermm..."
Derek didn't know from were he got the courage, but he did.
Softly taking his girl's fingers in his, he said, as calmly as he could, "We're expecting a child. Y/N's pregnant."
The room was silent until Derek was shoved against the wall both by Elijah and Klaus.
"Dad! Uncle Nik!" Y/N cried out, dread and panic filling her face, as Kol hugged her, to calm her.
"Leave him, Dad!"
Kol humored, " It takes two to have a baby, brothers."
Klaus and Elijah's glare shut him up though.
"Dad, leave Derek please!"
Derek was coughing due to the choking.
All of a sudden, Elijah loosened his grip and started laughing.
Marcel rolled his eyes, " The news has sent him into a shock I think."
"Brother?"
"Dad?"
" Mr. Mikaelson?"
Rest were left shocked.
PART TWO?
sometime later if there's response on this one, (joking lol).
#derek hale#derek hale imagine#teen wolf#teen wolf imagines#derek hale x reader#derek hale imagines#derek hale x you#elijahmikaelson x daughter
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I am doing a series :D I am starting with three parts and see from there. This will be an soulmates AU and moving a bit slower from main cannon time line so enjoy and tell me what you think.
Title- Centuries of waiting
Pairings- Elijah Mikaelson x Petite!Black!Reader, Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore, Rebekah Mikaelson x Marcel Gerard
Warnings: Fluff, violence, human auction, future smut
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Soulmates was something vampires held in high regard since it was rare for a vampire to have a soulmate but once found a vampire protected their soulmate with their life. But it was even rarer for a vampire's soulmate to also be a vampire. While some vampires took a soulmate and used them as blood bags because of this there was a hand full of known vampire soulmates due to so many soulmates were being drained and killed.
"Marcel? What do you want?" Rebekah asked crossing her arms still angry with her soulmate. Marcel smiled at Rebekah as he had came to ask help with an auction being held by the second oldest vampire society in New Orleans.
"Need to talk with Klaus. What's up with Elijah?" Marcel asked noticing Elijah pacing seemly angry as Caroline was watching worried for the older vampire. Caroline and Elijah had grown close after learning she was Klaus's soulmate and Elijah stood by helping her work through it.
"He caught the scent of his soulmate and we don't know where they are." Rebekah answered Marcel as Elijah sat down finally trying to calm down and Caroline walked up rubbing his shoulders understanding how he felt. Caroline couldn't imagine what she would do if she couldn't find Stefan or Klaus and Elijah reached up kissing her hand muttering a thank you.
"Ah Marcel, what brings you by?" Klaus asked with a smirk getting Elijah's and Caroline's attention.
"There is some kind of elite group of vampires throwing an auction. Rumor is that they have vampire soulmates." Marcel tells Klaus this made the older vampires growl deeply as the Original family held soulmates highly and they agreed to help. Marcel was glad that the Originals were helping but Elijah seemed even more agitated while Hayley was on his arm trying to calm him. They learned that the Society of vampires were made up of vampires that broke off from the Strix when Tristan took over and vampires from Klaus's Sired line and Rebekah's. The Elite is what they called themselves believe they were better than most vampires as they barely went out in the sun and took to the enjoyment being a vampire.
"Ladies and gentlemen please head to the ballroom as the Auction is about to start. We two soulmates up for auction this time around." The Auctioneer said with a smirk as the auction began.
"First up for auction. Is the soulmate of a Original." The Auctioneer said as a suited man came walking out pulling a chain that was attached to a collar that was around your neck. Elijah's jaw tighten watching the man pulled a sheet off of your body leaving you bare, showing off your soft mocha skin, you were shaking clearly scared as Elijah felt his anger flare as thought of these men touching you, his soulmate.
"90 million." Elijah said out biding everyone as Hayley was staring at him in shock. Elijah didn't care about the stares as he was focused on you and your eyes met his while the Auctioneer called Elijah as the winner. With a nod from Klaus, Elijah went to get you ignoring that Hayley followed him.
"Here is your...." Elijah didn't give the vampire a chance to say a word as he snapped the vampire's neck then took off his coat. You looked up at Elijah as he placed his coat over your shoulders then was taken back when you threw your arms around him. Elijah soften as he gently ran his fingers through your hair hushing you softly when you began to sob.
"Th...th..thank you...for finally...finding me." You sobbed hiccupped as Elijah cupped your face realizing you knew he was your soulmate. Elijah wiped your tears away and gently kissed you sealing the bond. You pulled away gasping as you looked up at Elijah having seen every memory and got a peek behind the red door. You knew he saw your memories but you were focused on how Elijah was feeling.
"Baby?" Elijah questioned worried you didn't want him now you knew just what he was and run. You surprised your soulmate by hugging him tightly.
"I still want you, Elijah.... You aren't a monster because you saved me." You tell Elijah reaching up cupping his face squeaking when he picked you up sitting you on his forearm. Elijah's eyes soften smiling as you placed your forehead on his feeling the adoration he held for you threw the bond. Elijah rubbed his nose against yours and Elijah smiled more brightly hearing your giggles as it was music to his ears.
"Elijah? Did you......" Hayley trailed off seeing Elijah holding you with you wearing his coat as he shift your weight to hold you bridal style so you could lay your head on his shoulder.
"Let's go Hayley. I want to get her out of here." Elijah said walking pass the female hybrid as she was taken back how Elijah looked at you in adoration as if you were his whole world. You hadn't realized how tired you were as you fell asleep as for the first time in a long time you felt safe and loved. Elijah walked down the hall with Hayley following after as in another room there was screams and out came a bloody Klaus.
"Your soulmate Elijah?" Stefan asked as Caroline was cleaning Klaus's face as Elijah noticed most of the Elite had escaped.
"Yes, her name is Y/N L/N." Elijah answered Stefan with a soft smile on his face looking at you as you were snored softly.
"Good let's get going Marcel is compelling the other soulmate to forget about all this." Klaus said already planning deaths when he saw you in Elijah's arms and knew you were Elijah's soulmate.
You woke surprised that you clean and in a botton up and saw you were in a bed then turned to see Elijah asleep next to you. You remember what happen as joy and adoration swelled in your chest reaching over gently tracing his face still amazed he was yours.
"Sleep well baby?" Elijah asked voice heavy with sleep making you jump as he surprised you. You smiled seeing he hadn't open his eyes yet and he felt you move closer and Elijah wrapped his arms around you.
"Yes Elijah." You tell him moving to kiss under his jaw but Elijah moved his head catching your lips in a heated kiss humming in delight when you kiss back. A whimper slipped pass your lips feeling Elijah's fingers traced up your inner thigh as his mouth moved to your neck. You gripped his shirt spead your legs a bit shivering hearing his growl with how willing you were under him.
"Elijah, are you awake?" Hayley asked knocking on the door as Elijah groaned against your neck then moved to get off of you. Elijah found it cute that you followed after him by holding the back of his shirt as whispers of 'I love you.' bounced back and forth in the bond. Hayley stared jealousy filling her chest as you three headed to the den.
"So this so call Elite had Elijah's soulmate?" Marcel asked watching Elijah pulled you into his lap as he found it hard to not touch you or hold you while Caroline and Rebekah found it adorable.
"It seems so."
"She is a small one, Elijah. Must be nice as soulmates are made to be perfect for one another." Klaus teased Elijah confusing you but snuggled closer to Elijah as he chuckled rubbing your back. You knew Elijah was perfect as Klaus said but it never really entered your mind as you tuned them out. They were talking about the Elite and how they could be a threat.
"Baby, wake up. I'm taking you clothes shopping." Elijah woke you gently as you hadn't realized you fell asleep and nodded getting up and borrowed some clothes from Caroline and Rebekah. Elijah was spoiling you as you noticed when you stopped getting underwear first. Elijah let you get the fancy French lingerie, lovely silks, soft colored lace, and the softest cotton money could buy. Elijah bought you whatever you wanted no questions asked as you noted he never looked at the price tag and Elijah noted you loved hoodies and soft pajama pants. When it came for soap and hair products Elijah got you the expensive stuff the ones you couldn't buy before. You told Elijah he didn't have to spend so much on you but was sure to tell him you were happy and Elijah told you he enjoyed spoiling you and those he loved as Caroline and Rebekah knew all too well.
"You sure you got her enough things?" Kol teased Elijah as you were putting things away in Elijah's room as he told you it was your room too.
"She needed clothes and bath products."
"Yet the French lingerie? Elijah, I know that was you being selfish." Kol teased smirking as Elijah's cheeks burned with blush. Elijah coughed looking away and looked seeing you come out of the bathroom dressed in pajama pants and his shirt but Elijah saw the peek of lace on the bra you wore.
"I just bought whatever she wanted Kol." Elijah said walking into the room when you called for Elijah and Kol smirked shaking his head leaving. You asked for Elijah's help with your hair which he was more than happy to help you put two french braids in your hair then put the end of the braids into small buns pinning them in place.
"There we are my sweet love." Elijah whispered as you leaned your head back tugging on his tie for a kiss. It was nice as Elijah now knew how his siblings felt having a soulmate and he was never letting you go.
#rere's stories#elijah mikaelson imagine#elijah mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson fluff#the originals imagine#the originals x reader
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Little Witch | k.m.
1-3-2021
Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader
Word Count: 5,268
Author’s Note: So this got a little out of hand, and I wasn’t expecting to write this. But I was stuck in a cabin with little to no wifi and my mother decided that she wanted to rewatch the Originals so...here we are. I do love me a horribly wicked character with a tragic backstory; Klaus has always been my favorite.
Warnings: Mentions of murder, emotional and mental abuse, cussing, some heavy making out but nothing excessive
New Orleans was a magical city, no matter who you asked. Whether it was the tourists who got off on ghost tours and psychic readings or locals with their affinity to tell those ghost stories and give those tours —it was hard to deny the whispers that echoed through the streets. New Orleans radiated supernatural energy; little did most know it was because it was genuinely packed with supernatural beings.
Witches once ruled the Quarter, protecting one another and living as a community. Vampires came and went, stayed if they found themselves inclined. Werewolves once lived in the city but were driven out by both the witches and vampires. And now the Quarter was in a fierce game of tug of war between those who practiced magic and those who fed on human blood.
Marcel Gerard held the witches hostage in their own home, banning the use of magic unless given explicit permission —or if they were part of his helpers. He ruled the Quarter with an iron fist and made sure to prove that occasionally by executing a witch here or there. Just because he could. The witches of the Quarter loathed him but he had too much power to fight back. Especially with the Harvest ritual incomplete; Marcel knew when magic was practiced with Davina.
Problems arose when the Mikaelson family returned, with Klaus hellbent on taking power back for himself. The power struggle between him and his once protégé was more of a pissing contest, but it distracted Marcel from witches who passed through the city in their own travels. Witches who didn’t belong to the New Orleans coven came and went from the city, most unaware of Marcel’s rules. Some died because of their lack of knowledge, others went unscathed because they were gone before anything could be done.
She was one that wouldn’t go unscathed, though she wouldn’t be one he’d kill. No, no; she didn’t let anyone tell her what she could or could not do with her magic. But she was also not bound to Marcel’s ridiculous laws for the city —after all, she wasn’t part of the New Orleans coven. She wasn’t part of any coven; not anymore.
When she arrived in New Orleans, it was simply supposed to be a pit stop on her way home from a road trip she’d taken. She stopped to pay respects to a family friend who had passed a few years prior, pick up some herbs for a protection spell or two, and then home to Savannah. She never intended to stay longer than a day or two. She didn’t even intend to perform any magic while in the city.
However, at the little shop she’d stopped in to pick up her items, she overheard the girl at the counter talking about a baby, a monster, and a harvest. And gods, did that peak her interest. She lingered in the shop longer than she probably needed to, listening in. The older woman that the shop girl was talking to was whispering about an original family and a man named Marcel —that’s when she decided to check out.
The two dropped their conversation, with the girl at the register asking basic questions about what shehad planned. Vague answers and polite smiles and money exchanged easily. She leaned over the counter a little, though, to whisper.
“You said the original family is here. Does that mean what I think it means?” She asked, sliding her bag into her backpack. The girl looked surprised as the older woman walked back over.
The two exchanged a wary look before nodding some. The older woman was who spoke up. “The Mikaelson family has returned; with a demon child in their mutt stowaway.”
“Grandma,” the girl scolded. She watched the two carefully. The girl continued the explanation. “Rumor is that Klaus Mikaelson got a werewolf girl pregnant. But Marcel is pissed they’re back, so he’s been taking it out on the witches.”
She pulled back some, glancing out the window with narrowed eyes. “Who is this Marcel guy? Why are you so afraid of him?”
The older woman scoffed. “Marcel rules the Quarter with his army of blood suckers. He’s forbid the witches from practicing. He’s the reason we haven’t finished our Harvest Ritual; he has our last girl and she tells him when we perform anything. Then he sends someone to...” The woman sliced her finger across her neck, making a face of disgust.
She raised a brow, slipping her backpack onto her shoulder. “He sounds like a drag. Klaus, though, that sounds like a fun time.”
“You’re either incredibly stupid or have a death wish.”
A smirk found its way to her lips as she shrugged. “I guess it could be both.” She looked between the two, who seemed just as wary as before, if not more now. “Thanks for the supplies; I won’t be sticking around to find out how all that ends,” she motioned to them indistinctly, “But good luck. I’ve heard the originals are a nasty bunch.”
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If only life was so easy, though. If only she could have walked out of that shop, gotten into her car and returned home. But she never did like the easy route; and she was a nosy thing too. She wanted to see for herself what was happening in the Quarter. Unfortunately, though, her desire to be nosy took her once pit stop and made it a rather long stay.
The day turned into a week. A week turned into two. And then suddenly she had been there for a month, staying in a hostel just on the outskirts of the Quarter and living off the two weeks of clothes she had for her previous trip. And it didn’t seem like she planned on leaving any time soon.
Now, in the month she’d been in New Orleans, she’d learned quite a bit. She learned of Elijah, who was the noble older brother of Klaus. She had a few run ins with him, though none of them were anything terribly exciting. Elijah had seemed distracted each time, either looking for his brother or looking for Hayley —the werewolf girl who was carrying a hybrid baby. Which was the next very important thing she had learned about: the baby. In an interesting turn of events, Klaus Mikaelson was fully capable of producing children, given his own hybrid nature.
She hadn’t had the pleasure —or, she supposed, displeasure —of meeting him, though. Not yet. She’d seen him several times throughout the Quarter. Even followed him for a little bit, though she tried to be sneaky about it. He had been wandering down the streets, as if he wasn’t hell bent on destroying Marcel and everything in the town, so it was easy to act like she was also just wandering and totally not spying on him.
“I wonder how many women he’s knocked up over the course of a thousand years?” She’d asked Sophie Deveraux, who had been enlisted by both her and Mikaelson family for her help, when she entered the bar one day. Sophie didn’t particularly like that comment.
She needed a local witch to provide her information on the city, as well as someone on the inside of the situation. Honestly, if she wasn’t so nosy, she would have been just fine leaving. But alas, she liked to involve herself. Besides, Sophie wanted a witch that Marcel couldn’t track as easily. It was a win win for the two of them.
Though that was about to bite her in the ass.
She was following Klaus once again, mostly out of boredom today. They were setting up for the music festival that started tomorrow, and the witches had been banned from the Quarter. Sophie had asked her to go grab something for her, and with that errand being done, she needed something to do. It was then that she had found Klaus, whispering with a blonde woman.
She lingered some, window shopping, so she could listen in. There wasn’t anything too exciting. Telling her to help Marcel, explaining compulsion. Perhaps she was under his control; maybe she should have done something about it. But she didn’t, nor did she plan to. After all, she was only there as an observer.
Well, until she suddenly wasn’t. Brief panic overrode her senses as she was pushed into a wall, away from the crowd of people in the streets. The panic was enough to overwhelm her, and she couldn’t focus long enough to provoke a barrier around herself. When she opened her eyes, she was struck by the piercing green eyes of one Klaus Mikaelson.
“I don’t like being followed,” he hissed, holding her against the wall by the base of her throat. There was enough pressure to remind her that he could absolutely kill her, but not enough to prevent her from breathing.
“I-I wasn’t following you,” she insisted, though she was clearly caught.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you now.” He ordered, squeezing tighter and cutting off the jagged breaths she had.
She tried taking a breath, but gasped instead. She managed to stammer out, “I’m...I’m pretty?”
Klaus’s grip loosened some as he gave her an incredulous look. She inhaled sharply, waiting for him to just snap her neck. Instead though, he chuckled. “You’re pretty,” he repeated, dropping his hand from her throat. She reached up and rubbed the spot, trying to soothe the pain and the fear. Klaus continued to laugh though; she wasn’t sure if it was threatening or not. “I shouldn’t kill you because you’re pretty. You know —I’ll give that to you, love. You have a lot of nerve to give such a vain reason.”
Her hand was still lingering on her throat but she finally had her breathing under control. “Is it vain if it’s true?” She asked snidely, looking up at him now that she was able to focus better. “It was a good enough reason for you to let me go.”
Klaus raised a brow, nodding in agreement some. “Perhaps it’s because I’m also a rather vain person.”
“I’ve heard you’re more of an insane person, but I guess vain works too.”
The hybrid seemed to enjoy her quips, since he’d taken to leaning against the alley wall as she spoke. Then he pointed at her, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. “You’re rather brave, aren’t you?”
She shrugged and motioned with her hands to quote the host of the hostel. “Agnes would describe me as ‘reckless, stupid, and suicidal.’”
“Agnes would be correct then. But I’m feeling merciful today,” he motioned for her to follow as he pushed off the wall. “Come have a drink with me, little witch.”
There was clear hesitation as she considered her options. She was the one that was following him; she did want to see how it all unfolded. She didn’t think she’d be directly involved, of course. She also didn’t anticipate Klaus being rather nice —minus the whole almost snapping her neck bit. And that accent was making her weak in the knees...
Any sane person would have said absolutely not. Any decent, smart witch would cast a spell and send him to his knees. But she wasn’t a sane person, apparently, nor was she a smart witch. She was selfish, and a bit lonely, and Klaus Mikaelson was offering her a drink. Who was she to deny him?
“Only if you’re paying,” she finally said, pushing the strap of her bag up her shoulder some. Then she fell into step with him as they left the alleyway together. “And buy me dinner. Agnes is eating up what little money I have already.”
If he was listening, Klaus made no indication that he cared about paying or feeding her. Instead, he simply offered her his arm and she took it without a second thought. If this was her demise, so be it, she decided. At least her demise was hot.
*****
What started as a beer and a burger with Klaus quickly turned into whiskey on ice and shitty bar peanuts. When that had run out, it became shots of tequila and a question game back and forth. Klaus asked her name, she answered. She asked about his baby, he told her it was none of her concern. A lot of her questions were answered with that, though. He asked plenty of mundane questions about her, but never gave an answer for any about him.
It took her finally not asking about his family, or Marcel, or his past for him to start answering questions. By her third round of drinks, she started asking easy things. What were his hobbies? Painting, he had said. Art in general. What was his favorite food? He reminded her that he didn’t need to eat; she reminded him that food was still good, immortal or not.
His favorite food, as it turned out, were beignets from the little shop down the road. She found that to be the most human thing about him.
“Where are you from, little witch?” He asked, sipping his whiskey after.
“You asked that already,” she reminded him, taking a fry from her plate and biting a piece off.
“You said Georgia; that’s not specific.”
“What, you wanna come home with me?” She teased, raising a brow suggestively.
“Perhaps,” he grinned back, then motioned for her to tell him.
She felt a weird flip in her stomach, noting that she was flirting with the man that was cause for such horrible crimes around the city. Every witch hated him; every vampire despised him. She, briefly, wondered if anyone had seen Klaus as more than just a monster. Besides him pinning her to the wall earlier, he hadn’t come off as more than a snarky but kind man. Their banter back and forth was easy and felt normal. Maybe it was the alcohol though.
“Savannah,” she finally admitted, pushing her plate from in front of her. “Born and raised there, right off of Forsyth Park. You ever been there?” It was a silly question, but she knew he’d answer.
He nodded, finishing off his drink. Pushing the glass towards out of the way, he reached over and snagged the bottle from behind the counter. Then he poured himself another. “Not recently, but I did pass through once right before the First World War started. Beautiful, though I hate to tell you that it doesn’t quite compare to New Orleans.”
She lifted her beer to her lips, taking a long drink, as she listened to him speak. But she laughed at his comment about the two places. “Savannah has less drama. Though I’m sure if you were there, it would find its way.”
“You think I ask for all these things to follow me?”
“I think you thrive on chaos, and when there isn’t any, you find a way to make it,” she pointed her beer top at him, “That counts as your question.”
“It absolutely doesn’t; I’d like for us to expand on the psychological knowledge that you suddenly have.” Klaus pushed her beer out of his face and turned to face her fully. There was an amused grin on his face, which reassured her that she wasn’t pushing any buttons that bothered him. “Go on. Analyze me more.”
“Listen,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s not because I know anything about psychology or something. I just...I don’t know. I’m the same way, I guess.” The label edge of her bottle became significantly more interesting as she started peeling it off slowly. Klaus sat patiently, eying her closely. The silence was becoming uncomfortable as she got it about halfway off, then she finally spoke again. “I get bored easily, so I find ways to entertain myself. Following you, for example. I probably shouldn’t have. You definitely could have killed me, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why is that?”
“I like to say it’s because I’m a nosy motherfucker, and you have a very interesting thing going on with your whole baby hybrid thing.” She peeled the rest of her label off, then started to fold the paper together as she spoke. “But the truth is that I don’t have a lot going for me so I have a bad habit of getting myself into trouble to feel like I’m not wasting my life away.”
“Why do you feel like you’re wasting your life away?” Klaus questioned, leaning against the bar now as he watched her intently.
“This definitely counts as your question and you have to answer an actual question from me after.” She countered, looking up at him. Her fingers played with the paper idly, giving her something to do. Klaus nodded, waiting for her to respond. She shrugged though. “Savannah has —well, had —a decent sized coven for a long time. Most of the younger generation left and the older generation is too stuck in their ways for me. My mom included.
“I was fifteen when my parents split up and my dad moved as far as he could, and ended up in California. I lived with him for a while but my mom wanted me to learn to practice where our ancestral magic was and so I moved back after about three years. Turns out she just wanted to marry me off to the regent’s son when I turned 21.
“When I told her I wouldn’t, she said I had to or else I’d bring dishonor on my family even more. Apparently, when I left, I broke my mom’s family’s line. No one in my family had left Savannah, until I did. This was the best way to restore the coven’s faith in my family.
“I tried. Like, picked out the dress and went out with the guy for a while. The wedding was planned for the winter solstice, which was a few weeks after I turned 21. But the longer I stayed in Savannah, the longer I dated him, the worse I felt but the worse he got. He...well, he ended up being a fucking dick.”
Klaus listened intently to her story, eyes cast down as he processed what she was saying. But his brow furrowed and he looked back at her. “You told me your birthday was last month. I take it you didn’t marry him, then?”
She took a long drink of her beer, polishing it off before setting the empty bottle on the bar. “It was and no, I didn’t. Like I said, he was a dick. He expected me to stop everything I was doing, become a doting little housewife. Every southern stereotype, that’s what he expected. When I didn’t do something he wanted, he’d break something of mine or take my keys and hide them. He’d report back to my mom like I was a child. It became too much, too quick.
“Like a week before my birthday, he got mad that I was going to drive to California for the week to see my dad. It was the whole plan. I’d visit my dad and I’d be back the week before the wedding. But suddenly that wasn’t okay and he smashed my windshield. Just straight up walked out of the house, threw a brick through my windshield and told me if I wanted to go anywhere, he’d have to take me and he wouldn’t do it. So I...hurt him back. I may have reacted poorly, in hindsight, though.
“You killed him, then.”
She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment as she remembered that night. As she thought back on how he screamed as she boiled his blood from the inside, how he begged for his life before his heart gave out and he just...died in their driveway. How she just left him there as she cleared the glass out of her car seat and left.
“I called my dad on the way and told him everything. Ditched my phone, got a new one and a new number. My dad covered for me, swore up and down he no idea where I was. I spent a few weeks in California before I decided to go back a few days after I turned 21, face the consequences. You know. But I stopped here and...well, everything here seemed way more interesting than whatever will happen back home.”
The bartender, at some point during her story, had slid over another beer. And thank god he had; rehashing her plights gave her the need to be as drunk as possible. Killing a man wasn’t something that the heart or soul took lightly. And the mental toll it takes on someone is just as bad. Perhaps Klaus wouldn’t understand, given how easily he killed people. But he had to at least see that anyone else couldn’t just kill without hurting themselves in the process.
Klaus didn’t immediately respond, though. While she nursed her new beer, thinking back on the events that had transpired, Klaus simply stared at his own glass, counting the air bubbles that popped up when he moved the ice. She didn’t mind that he had nothing to say, honestly. It was better that he didn’t, she thought, since any advice he’d give her would probably be less than helpful. It felt good to tell someone, though. Someone besides her dad, at least.
“So...my turn,” she murmured behind her bottle, voice thrown by the slight echo it provided.
Klaus shook his head though. “I think we’ve asked enough questions, little witch. It’s best to get you home, I think.”
“Hostel home or Savannah home?”
But Klaus didn’t answer, setting a few rather large bills on the counter and standing instead. She hesitated for a moment, but stood as well, following close behind as Klaus left the bar and walked them into the streets of New Orleans. She was buzzed enough to feel pretty good, but not drunk enough to handle whatever emotions would crop up from her sharing her tale of murder. Like before, though, Klaus offered her his arm and she took it.
The walk wasn’t uncomfortable, at least. The silence between them was easy and didn’t need to be filled with useless conversation. With the sun going down, though, it was clear that the people coming out into the streets weren’t just those looking to party; some were out looking for a meal. And many of them were looking at the two in both confusion and fear.
It would be a lie to say she didn’t like the attention. It would be an even bigger lie to say that she didn’t like the tinge of power she felt, either. It wasn’t a lot of power. But it was enough for her to get a taste of what Klaus must feel every day of his life.
Though now, she wondered if that meant he was lonely. Given that no one approached them, let alone smiled as they made their way through the crowd, she had to assume he was. The town knew enough about the original family, with three of them in town. But from the stories she’d heard, it didn’t seem like they got along. Or they did, but they fought. It all seemed convoluted.
“Why did you decide to be nice to me, Klaus?” She asked, breaking the silence.
Klaus tensed some as they approached a large, old building that was marked with an iron M outside of it. She’d passed it before, though she thought Marcel lived there. But she didn’t question where they were going. If this was her demise, if this was all a ruse, she’d accept it. Maybe he’d be nice enough to make it quick, at least.
“I told you earlier, I liked your vanity. I also said I was done answering questions.”
“That’s why you didn’t kill me. Not why you decided to take me out and play the question game with me,” she pointed out, looking up at him as they walked. He had an amused grin on his face but it vanished as soon as he caught her looking. “And let me have this one; I told you I killed a guy and you didn’t even blink.”
He didn’t respond though, pulling her alongside him as he pushed open the gates of the building. It was much bigger inside than she anticipated, adorned with decor that was clearly from another time. They stood in the courtyard in the center of the place, though, as Klaus released her from his hold. She took a moment to step away from him and look around, appreciating the architecture of the building.
Klaus tugged on her bag’s strap, pulling her towards the staircase. She looked over her shoulder before quickly following, trailing behind him. She hadn’t forgotten that he hadn’t answered her question, but she wondered if this was, in some way, his response. When he opened a door at the end of the hall, though, her question was answered.
Inside the room were dozens of paintings. Some done, framed and hung up. Some frames and leaning against various pieces of furniture. Supplies were littered throughout the room, with canvases sitting by the windows and sketchbooks tossed onto chairs. Every piece was different but she could tell they were all done by the same person —by him. She was so taken by the room that she hadn’t even noticed that Klaus had shut the door behind them.
It was a long time before She made any attempt to talk to him, to tell him anything. Much of the silence they were sharing was spent admiring each piece of work individually. She examined and analyzed each painting, noting the colors and the brush strokes. Just by looking, she could tell which were painted when he was angry; which were done when he was calm. It was like looking at his emotions laid out before her —she just had to look close enough.
The final painting she stopped at was of the city itself, half done and in front of the window. It sat on the easel, with the brushes and paint clearly untouched in several days based on how dry they were. The city was just as magical in the painting as it was outside the window, but something about his painting was more inviting. Maybe it was because it was done by someone who knew this city better than anyone else; he’d mentioned his family helped build it. Whatever it was, though, she liked it. She liked them all, honestly.
When she finally turned to face Klaus, he was sitting down on the couch, watching her closely. His expression was hard to read, though. Throughout her stay in New Orleans, she’d been able to tell how he felt by just looking at him. Most people could, though. When he was angry, it was pretty obvious. Whatever he was feeling now, though, wasn’t as obvious. She moved to the couch, sitting beside him and pulling her legs to cross them under her.
The two were silent for a few more minutes before she finally spoke. “I think you answered a lot of my questions by showing me all these.”
He nodded some, clasping his hands together in front of him. Though now he wouldn’t look at her and she realized what was going on:
Klaus Mikaelson was nervous.
“You don’t show this off a lot, do you?” She asked, leaning in some. “I think I get why; I can see everything in them.”
It was then that Klaus finally turned and looked at her, a rather soft smile on his face now. “Not many people see me and think of an artist. Most see me as a villain —rightfully so, I suppose. I will not deny that,” he explained, looking around the room now as he took in his works. “You, for some ridiculous reason, saw a villain and decided you were not afraid of him today. Perhaps it’s because you have other things you fear over me, perhaps you just didn’t care. It doesn’t matter. You accepted a drink with me after I almost killed you, followed me willingly, and pestered me with questions that no one has asked me before; trivial things that would otherwise never matter.
“I decided to continue the evening because I happened to enjoy your company, little witch. You are the first person in quite some time that I haven’t had to force to spend time with me. And you were a decent distraction from my own problems.”
“And I’m pretty.” The comment came out before she could control herself, with the moment probably being ruined. She gave him a sheepish smile.
But Klaus only chuckled, nodding in agreement. “And you’re pretty, yes. It certainly helped your case.”
The two watched each other for a moment, both smiling as they enjoyed the moment. It had been a long time since she felt as at ease as she did now, and it felt good. Every story she’d heard about Klaus over the last month seemed exaggerated now, though she knew they weren’t. She knew that he was a wicked man with wicked intentions. But in this moment, he was just a man who was just as fucked up as she was. He was someone who needed someone to willingly listen to him and be with him without being afraid of him.
Maybe she could be that person. One day with him certainly equate to anything special, but it was enough to want it to. She’d gotten herself involved enough to watch, but now that she was sitting in his home with him, she didn’t want to step back into the audience again. She wanted to help, give him that company that he clearly wanted.
It wasn’t clear if Klaus wanted the same at first, and maybe his next move didn’t mean anything, but he had leaned closer. It was enough for her to notice, to feel the warmth of his breath against her cheeks. It was then that she couldn’t take it anymore. The space between them disappeared as she pushed herself to her knees and pulled him into a heated kiss. Klaus didn’t waste any time returning the gesture, pushing her back onto the couch in order to deepen the kiss.
It wasn’t a desperate, lust filled kiss like either were used to. They weren’t tearing at each other’s clothes in order to get them off, but instead his hands roamed down her sides and over her hips, holding her down. Her hands ran down his chest, then back up to run her hands through his hair. The two remained tangled like this for what felt like forever, before she pulled back to breathe and catch her breath.
Klaus rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed as her fingers left his curls and lingered against his collarbone. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.
“Just tonight?” She whispered back, opening her eyes to look up at him.
Klaus returned her gaze, a cheeky grin on his lips as he ran the back of his hand against her flushed cheeks. “We’ll see how you fair tonight before we make that decision, little witch.”
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Nothing Will Ever Change (This Love of Mine)
PAIRING: Marcel Gerard X Reader
WORD COUNT: 3,335
WARNINGS: None. Just fluffity fluff fluff fluff.
SUMMARY: Marcel returns from war to his estranged family, and his fiancée. When Klaus threatens her, Marcel realises it’s time to come clean about who he is.
A/N: Title taken from the song by Jimmy Jules. Also, I have a headcanon that Marcel is fluent in French, so translations in italics.
JANUARY, 1919
Whoever said money couldn’t buy status had clearly never met the Mikaelsons.
You didn’t know much about them other than what Marcel had told you: that they were farmers who were orphaned but managed to find some way up the social ladder by acquiring property all over the United States. It would be a heart-warming story if they weren’t so...arrogant.
Everyone could see it when they walked into a room - the way they always expected to be approached and never the other way around. Sure, some of them were always polite for the most part, but they all maintained an air of superiority, spoke to you in a way that reminded you that you’d never be them.
You weren’t fond of the Mikaelsons, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. They’d reluctantly invited you to the party they were throwing in honour of Marcel’s return from the war. Elijah - being one of the few who tried to make you feel like a part of the family - asked on his family’s behalf which made it difficult to say no. Still, the party was for Marcel, and you’d been waiting four years to see him again, so you graciously accepted the invite.
The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived. You looked around, searching for any familiar faces, but found none other than the Mikaelsons. They were surrounded by people - the mayor being one of them - who were tripping over themselves to be gracious to the Mikaelsons and gain favour with them.
Not wanting to join the other guests in fawning all over the family, you stood alone at the bar, nursing a stiff drink. All you could think about was Marcel. Before long, you began to feel eyes burning a hole in the back of your head and turned to find Klaus Mikaelson staring at you. It wasn’t obvious all the time, but you got the feeling that he didn’t like you very much.
Ignoring his glare, you returned to your drink - impatiently waiting for Marcel’s return. But alas, Klaus couldn’t take the hint, and within seconds he was standing by your side.
A charming smile graced his lips as he greeted you, “Y/N. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”
“Is it?” you cocked a brow, “Because I think you only invited me because Elijah asked you to. Not that Marcel would’ve stayed longer than five minutes if he found out I wasn’t here. ”
He chuckled.
“I see you’re not in the mood to exchange pleasantries,” he said.
“What gave it away?”
His smile dropped and he leaned in closer, “Look, whatever I’ve done to upset you-”
“It’s not what you’ve done to me, it’s what you did to him,” you snapped, “Do you realise we wouldn’t even be having this party if it weren’t for you people?”
He avoided your eyes, his confident stance wavering.
“You drove him away.”
Klaus was silent for a moment as your words sunk in. It was clear by the guilty expression on his face that he knew you were right. You expected him to leave you alone after that, but instead, another Mikaelson approached - a smirk on her lips and a champagne glass in her hands.
“My, my, you could cut the tension with a knife.”
You rolled your eyes and turned back to the bar, “I’m not in the mood Rebekah.”
Klaus smiled as he looked at his sister, “Yes, she’s feeling a bit pissy this evening.”
You glared at him.
“Leave the girl alone, Nik,” Rebekah said, “She has enough on her mind.”
He shot a glance at you, a thoughtful look appearing on his face, but then he let out a quiet sigh and walked away.
A breath of relief escaped your lips once he was no longer in your presence. Rebekah stepped closer to you and tilted her head as she looked at you.
“So, what’s got you in such a mood?”
You let out another sigh. “I just need to see him, Rebekah,” you said, your voice sounding desperate, “It’s been so long and I just...I just need him here.”
She nodded and placed a hand on your back. “I understand, dear,” she smiled, “Come find me later, yeah?”
You cracked a smile and let out a sigh of relief when she walked away, thankful to be left alone. When you went to down the rest of your drink, the ring on your finger caught your eye and your thoughts immediately travelled back to Marcel.
Putting the glass down on the table, you twirled the ring on your finger, deep in thought. You never did manage to get it resized, there was never any time. Marcel had given it to you the night before he left. You’d been going out of your mind with worry since he decided to enlist, fearful of what could happen to him while he was gone. He called it a proposal, but it was obvious that it was more of a promise that he would come back to you.
And tonight he finally would.
You were reminiscing about the days before Marcel left when you felt arms circle your waist, and a face nuzzle into your neck. Heart hammering in your chest, you reached up slowly and touched the man’s cheek.
“Marcel?”
He hummed in response and placed a kiss on your shoulder. “It’s me, baby.”
A gasp escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and turned around, pulling his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. He grinned as you kissed him, a laugh even slipping out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand resting at the nape of his neck.
You’d thought as soon as you saw Marcel you’d feel relaxed, but instead, your heart was beating out of your chest. Every inch of your body was lit aflame when he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer.
“God, I missed you,” he mumbled against your lips just as you broke apart.
He rose one of his hands to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had rolled down.
“Hey. No tears, okay?”
You wiped them away, unable to stop smiling. “It’s just so surreal,” you said, “I can’t believe you’re here. I feel like I can finally breathe again.”
“You think you missed me?” he scoffed, “I practically drove the guys in my unit crazy talking about you.”
He still had his arm around you, not wanting to let go. You let yours fall from his neck, one hand resting on his chest, “Four years.”
“Four years.”
You shook your head in wonder as you looked at him again. From his perfect, dazzling smile to those loving brown eyes. Even after everything he’d been through, he looked exactly the same.
“You don’t look like you’ve aged a day.”
Without missing a beat, he said, “I could say the same about you, pretty girl.”
You looked away, heat rising to your cheeks, “Sweet-talker.”
He laughed again, surprised that he could still fluster you even after so long together. Glancing down, he noticed the sparkling ring around your finger.
“You’re still wearing it,” he said and raised a brow, “I take it I haven’t been replaced yet?”
“As if anyone could ever replace you, Marcel Gerard.”
He held your loving gaze for a moment before shaking his head in incredulity and leaning down to kiss you again. It was softer and much more tender this time.
He rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “Let’s get outta here,” he whispered, looking down at you with lustful eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, laughing as he pressed quick kisses from your cheek down to your jaw and neck. He took your hand, leading you towards the exit, when Klaus suddenly appeared in front of you.
“Marcel,” he said, his hands clasped together behind his back, “I didn’t see you come in.”
Marcel let out a heavy sigh, but the grin on his lips never faltered. “Klaus. Nice to see you.”
Klaus looked taken aback by the response. “On your way out?” he asked, clearly offended, “Didn’t think to pop over to your family and say hello?”
Marcel rolled his eyes. “I just wanted some private time with my girl, Klaus, it’s really not a big deal.”
You noticed the sudden change in Klaus’ expression. In a second, his polite smile and mischievous eyes morphed into a look you could only describe as evil. You’d heard rumours about the Mikaelsons. About Klaus. Rumours you didn’t believe. But if there were monsters in New Orleans - you had definitely just seen one.
But then like a storm cloud passing, his polite smile was back. “Well, perhaps you and I could have a drink upstairs before you leave, Marcel.”
“Klaus, I really just want to-”
“Or...we could take Y/N out for a drink.”
You felt Marcel’s body stiffen under your touch at those words. His jaw clenched as he gripped your hand tighter, taking a more protective stance in front of you.
Eventually, he sighed deeply and shook his head, turning to you. “Attends ici, ma chérie,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be right back.” (Wait here, sweetheart)
Klaus’s smile widened, clearly satisfied by Marcel’s decision. The two disappeared up the stairs and into the Mikaelson family room.
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“So, Marcellus,” Klaus began as he poured himself a drink, “We throw you this party to welcome you home, even invite your little girlfriend to make you happy, and yet you can’t even grace us with your presence.”
“You visited me while I was gone, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in years,” Marcel said, “And she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancée. And I haven’t seen her in four years.”
“So, you’d rather spend your first evening back with her than you would your own family?”
Marcel didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
“I see,” Klaus nodded and downed his drink, “Perhaps if the girl is taken out of the equation you’ll remember exactly where your loyalties should lie.”
Marcel sped in front of the door, blocking it as Klaus stormed towards him.
“You are not touching her, Klaus!” he yelled as he shoved Klaus back, “You’re gonna kill her because I wanna spend time with her? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I assure you, Marcellus, my reasonings for getting rid of that girl are just.”
“Like they were when you daggered Rebekah for five decades?”
“You haven’t been the same since she entered your life,” Klaus said, “She has been tearing you away from your family.”
“She is my family.”
Klaus’ face hardened. “Is that so?”
“Damn straight.”
He stepped closer to Klaus and began speaking in a scarily low voice. “I let go of Rebekah for you, Klaus, but I am telling you right now,” he said, eyes burning with anger, “I would see this city burn before I do the same with Y/N.”
Klaus was silent for a moment as he mulled over Marcel’s words. It seemed he had lost the fight, until a thought occurred to him.
“And what if she lets you go?” he said, the hint of a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye, “I wonder what she’ll think when she finds out just what kind of monster you are.”
Marcel’s jaw clenched, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would,” he smirked, “I do believe that lasting relationships must be built on honesty and trust. I’d consider me telling her the truth a favour.”
Marcel balled his fists, looking away from Klaus to control his anger. He knew there was no winning a fight with an Original - even if he was burning with rage.
Klaus chuckled to himself and walked over to the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll allow you this one night with her,” he said as he walked out, “Welcome home, Marcellus.”
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Marcel was silent as you watched him put his hat down on your coffee table. He hadn’t been himself since you left the party. You twirled the set of keys in your hand, unsure of how to proceed.
“You haven’t said a word since we left the mansion.”
He didn’t respond.
You let out a heavy sigh as you walked towards him slowly. “You know, I talked to a couple other ladies whose men came back from the war too,” you began, “They said that they weren’t the same. The things they saw over there...it changed them.”
You waited with baited breath for a response, almost afraid of what he might say. He hadn’t seemed different when you were at the party, but the quiet was making you think his mind was elsewhere.
“I’ve seen worse than I did when I was over there,” he said, his back to you, “That’s not it.”
“Then tell me what’s on your mind.”
For a second, you thought he wasn’t going to elaborate, and you felt your heart sink. Then he turned around slowly, a thoughtful look on his face as he spoke.
“You and I have been together for six years,” he said, almost like he couldn’t believe it, “And yet, there’s still stuff about me - my past - that you don’t know about.”
A nervous smile emerged on your lips as you moved closer to him. “What are you talking about? You’ve told me about your past.”
“Not about my parents. Not about the way I grew up.”
“You told me all that,” you argued, “You told me you never knew your parents. That Klaus’ family adopted you when you were young and you grew up with them as your siblings.”
He shook his head slowly, wiping his mouth with his hand in frustration and placing a hand on his hip. It was clear that he was wrestling with something in him - it was tearing him apart.
“Marcel,” you said as you took his hand, “Tu peux me dire ñ'importe quoi.” (You can tell me anything.)
He looked down at your hands, his eyes staying on them for a long time before he finally spoke. “I wasn’t honest with you about that,” his voice wavered and he paused to take a breath, “Klaus’ family didn’t adopt me...Klaus did.”
You froze for a minute, trying to understand what he just said because it made no sense.
“That’s impossible,” you said, “He would’ve been a boy himself.”
“I was born in 1810 on a plantation here in Louisiana,” he explained, “My mother was a slave, and my father, the Governor...he was her — our master.”
“What? If you were born in 1810 that would make you like—”
“A hundred and nine.”
Your eyes widened in shock as you snatched your hands away from his and stepped back, “Mon Dieu...” (My God...)
He reached out for you, but you took another step back, turning away from him to compose yourself. The stories you’d heard as a child, the ones every child in New Orleans has heard...they were all true.
“Demon of the night,” you whispered, “You’re one of them.”
“Yes.”
“And the Mikaelsons?”
“They’re all like me.”
You took in a deep breath and turned to look at him, arms folded as you eyed him nervously. He was standing a few feet away from you, clearly giving you space to digest everything. It wasn’t working however, because you had a million burning questions and no clue how to feel.
“The things they say about you, your kind...are they all true?” you asked.
“Some of it, yes. But not all of it.”
“So, the blood drinking and the mind control-”
“That’s all true.”
You sucked in a sharp breath once more and looked to the ground. All of this was difficult to hear. But it hurt more to know that he wasn’t honest with you.
“There’s a lot that I want to know,” you began as you lifted your gaze to meet his, “But I only have three big questions.”
He stepped towards you, surprised when you didn’t move back, and took your hand in his. “Anything you wanna know, just ask and I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
You nodded, mustering up a small smile before looking down again. “Have you killed people?”
“That’s a difficult question.”
“How is that a difficult question?”
“I’ve been a vampire for eighty-four years, Y/N,” he said, “During that time, I’ve fought in two wars. Yes, I’ve killed people, but never innocents. Not even when the hunger was unbearable.”
Again, you nodded slowly. You couldn’t deny the relief you felt after hearing that.
“Does Klaus? Kill innocents?” you asked, deciding on a follow-up question.
“He’s lived a lot longer than I have,” Marcel sighed, “I don’t think you get to be a vampire for almost a thousand years without getting some blood on your hands.”
“Wow,” you whispered. You’d always known there was something about that family, but you never would’ve guessed this. Suddenly you could understand the arrogance — you too would feel superior to everyone if you’d lived a thousand years of strength, speed, and the ability to get whatever your heart desired.
Marcel cocked his head at you, “You’ve been quiet for a minute. You wanna ask the rest of your questions?”
You blinked back into reality. “Yeah, uh...” you looked up at him, hesitant to ask him the next question, “This isn’t easy to say, Marcel, but I have to ask.”
“Go ahead.”
You bit your lower lip nervously, “Have you ever drank from me? Or used your compulsion on me?”
“Wow, um...” Marcel stepped back, your hand falling from his. He was taken aback. “No, I’ve...I’d never do that to you.”
“Marcel, I’m sorry, but I had to ask if-”
“I get it.”
“-we were ever gonna be comfortable with each other again.”
“Yeah, it’s okay. I understand. It’s fine.” He spoke the words quickly, hoping to sound like he didn’t care, but it was clear by the way he dropped his shoulders and avoided your eyes just how much the question had hurt him.
You walked towards him, this time being the one to take his hands, “Je suis désolé.” (I’m sorry)
“C'est pas grave.” He placed a hand against your cheek and smiled softly. You leaned into it, closing your eyes as you sighed deeply. Even after all you’d learned, he still felt like home. (It’s alright)
“Final question,” you said as you stood up straight and looked at him earnestly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a vampire?” you repeated, “J'aime tout de toi, tu le sais. You’re my family, so why didn’t you trust me?” (I love everything about you, you know that.)
“I trust you, I just—” He paused to collect his thoughts. “At first, I was being selfish. You liked me as I was, and as a bonus, had a wit sharp enough to leave even Klaus speechless,” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes while fighting off a smile, “But soon enough it became about protecting you from all of that death and darkness.”
“Tu aurais du me le dire.” (You should’ve told me)
Marcel frowned and pulled you close, “Je t'aime et je ne voulais pas te perdre.” (I love you, and I didn’t wanna lose you.)
“Mon coeur,” you smiled as you placed a hand against his cheek, “There is nothing about you that could make me love you less.”
The way he looked at you when you said that — perfect and loving as ever — tugged at your heart strings. He didn’t say a word. He simply wrapped his arms around you and leaned down to kiss you. Your heart racing as he did so let him know that the truth hadn’t changed anything between you.
You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, “Dieu, je t'aime tellement.” (God, I love you so much)
“Tu es mon coeur, mon amour, ma vie,” he whispered against your lips, “Je t’aime.”
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Another Chocolate Thunder- Derek Morgan Imagine
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MARCEL X READER (PLATONIC)
DEREK MORGAN X READER
(Summary: Derek gets jealous of an old family friend.)
“That case was such a drag!” I exclaim as Derek and I walk into the FBI building. “Baby just because you tripped on the field doesn’t mean it was a drag you’re just clumsy.” Derek says laughing. “It’s not funny okay I’m pretty sure I have a bruise.” I say pouting as he pulls me into a hug. “Come here you big baby.” He says hugging me tighter. “I’m your baby.” I say looking up at him. “That you are.” He says giving me a soft kiss on the lips. The elevator door opens as we pull away. We walk hand in hand into the bullpen heading to the debriefing room to hang out with the team. We stay there for a while before Penelope looks out the window into the bullpen area. “Who’s that at your desk Y/N?” Penelope asks, pointing out the window. “I’ll save you the struggle.” I hear a familiar voice whisper. No way. I stand up quickly and look out the window. I exit the room swiftly and run down the steps. I run to the figure quickly getting swept into an embrace. “Marcel I missed you so much!” I exclaim as he sets me down. “I missed you too Mikaelson.” He says smiling brightly. “Where’s Rebekah?” I asked looking around for my blonde sister. “Busy back home but the reason I came is unrelated. I need help.” Marcel says as he sits at my desk chair.
“Uh give me a minute, you wanna meet the team?” I say excitedly biting my lip. “Of course I wanna meet the man that swept you off your feet after Lucien.” He says laughing. “We agreed to not talk about my past with the Castle boy.” I say as I slap his arm. “Come on.” I say smiling as I drag him off the chair. We walk up to the room side by side. “Okay everyone I have someone I’d like you to meet.” I say peeking my head into the room. I open it widely revealing Marcel. “Oh my gosh, another chocolate thunder under the Mikaelsons belt.” Penelope blurts lowly, making Marcel and I laugh. “This you guys is one of my bestest of friends Marcel Gerard.” I say introducing him. “Marcel this is Emily, JJ, Spencer, Rossi, Hotch, Penelope and Derek.” I say introducing them. Everyone happily greets him, some shaking hands others pulling him into a hug except Derek. “Hey man I’ve heard a ton about you.” Marcel says putting his hand out to Derek. Derek shakes his hand and nods. “Funny I've heard so little about you.” Derek says taking a sip of water. “Well it was nice meeting you guys but I have to get going.” Marcel says. They all groan loudly. “I’ll show you out.” I say grabbing his arm, walking out with him. “What did you need my help with?” I ask looking at Marcel as we head to my desk. “I want to do something special for Rebekah. But I have no clue what to do.” He says smiling. “Oh come on you’ve known our family for how long. Marcel coming from me just wing it.” I say shrugging as I grab my bag from under my desk. “Where are you going?” Marcel asks leaning on my desk. “Rebekah’s my sister although I said wing it I need to make sure you do a good job. If you haven’t figured the Mikaelson family has very expensive taste.” I say laughing. “I’ll wait outside. Bring your boyfriend. I want a second opinion from someone who isn’t related to Rebekah.” He says laughing as he heads towards the elevator. I walk back to the debriefing room catching eyes with Derek. I nod my head signaling for him to step out and I shut the door. “Are you okay?” I ask him noticing his sad face. “Perfect.” He says shortly. Oh my gosh he’s jealous. “So you aren’t jealous of Marcel?” I say tilting my head to the side. “Why would I be?” He says matching my motion. “Well Pen gave him a compliment and you didn’t shake his hand. Also by a profilers point of view your body language changed.” I say crossing my arms. He laughs dryly smiling. “Fine you caught me.” He says putting his hands in the air. “So you wouldn’t mind if him and I went shopping together.” I say staring at him. “Unless it’s us and him then I won’t mind.” He says. “Good because he said to make sure my boyfriend tags along.” I say laughing. I step back into the room to say bye to the team. I grab my jacket and start to head out the room. “Y/N make sure he stops by again in the future.” I hear Penelope say. “Pen he’s engaged but I can introduce you to some more New Orleans men.” I say laughing as I refer to my sire line. I step out and shut the door. “Shall we my one and only ‘chocolate thunder’?” I say laughing as I hold out my hand. “Okay not you too!” He exclaims laughing as we head to the elevator. “Also so we’re clear Marcel is like family and he’s engaged to my sister.” I say as the elevator door closes.
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Started: 6/10/2020
Last Updated: 5/17/2023
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Dating Bumblebee and Charlie Would Include
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Friendship Headcanons (Optimus Prime x Reader)
Baby Preferences 💖(Select Decepticons)
Dating Headcanons (Bayverse Ratchet)
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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬
Imagine: You have just recently started dating and this year is your first Christmas together.
Pairings: Human!Marcel x Human!Reader
Warnings: none.
There's alot of things that I never thought I'd come across or do, one of them being dating Marcel Gerard another being dating someone who's never celebrated Christmas in his life. He's never had anyone to celebrate it with. So I am determined to give him the best Christmas he's ever had. Starting with all of my traditions. Decorating, Baking, Cooking Christmas dinner, shopping, wrapping presents and all that good stuff.
First on the Agenda was Shopping for food, presents and decorations. I gotta tell you it didn't go great.
*
We were walking around the store looking for tinsel and when we found it, I kid you not Marcel skipped over and hugged every colour and now here we are deciding what ONE colour to get.
“Okay Marcel, I love Christmas as much as the next girl but we cannot get 17 different coloured tinsel just because you can't decide. Pick ONE colour, they can't all go on the the tree.”
“But baby, I love all those colours.”
“But baby, our tree OR apartment is not big enough for 3 of every colour.”
“Ughhh fine.”
The next store we went to after FINALLY deciding what tinself to get was to get the food.
“Marcel I'm going to give you the options this time. Turkey, Pork or Lamb ?”
“If we get them all we don't to get any vegetables so all of them !”
“Marcel, I am not buying three different meats that half will be wasted off, just because you don't want to eat your vegtables, grow up. Your will eat them !”
“Fine mom.”
“What ?”
“I said Turkey.”
“Thankyou.”
The third store we went too because he wanted to get a gift for Klaus to say thank you for raising him but he had no clue what to get him and was contemplating whether to get him anything at all.
“I don't know what he likes Y/N, I can’t do this !”
“Yes you can Marcel!”
“How ? Help me !”
“Right okay, he likes painting right. Why don't you get him some art supplies ? “
“He has enough.”
“Okay, do you have any really nice, aged bourbon at home that'll he’ll like because he loves bourbon.”
“No it's not enough.”
“It doesn't matter, it's that thought that counts. Then write him a nice letter or card to go with it.”
“Will you help me ?”
“Of course I will.”
*
Next was baking some Christmassy treats. When I tell you it was the easiest and hardest thing I've done in my life, I genuinely mean it.
“Marcel, we are going to make some gingerbread men, Okay.”
“Okie Dokie.”
I giggled and told him what to do. He started picking up a bowl of flour.
“Right Marcel, hold your horses you need to preheat the oven first. To 170 degrees and then put parchment on the tray.”
“Okay now what ?”
“Pick up the sieve.”
“The huh ?”
“The sieve.”
“Uh.”
“Oh god. The grey thing with the metal net in.”
“Oh okay. Then ?”
“Pour the flour in it.”
He started to but it all started falling on the floor.
“NO ! Marcel, over the bowl !”
“You couldn't of specified ?!”
“It has holes in it, baby. It's not Rocket science.”
“Whatever, now what do I put in ?”
“The salt, bicarbonate soda, Ginger and cinnamon and make sure it's in the bowl this time.”
“Haha, very funny.”
“Right now, I've heated up the butter, sugar and syrup for you already and it's cooled down, so pour it in the bowl and mix it in. Which will make the dough.”
“Okie Dokie.”
“Uh baby, what are you doing ?”
“Mixing like you said ?”
“With a teaspoon ?”
“What’s wrong with that ?”
“Nothing, you might find it easier to use a wooden spoon though because of it's size and large surface area.”
“Oh okay, thanks.”
30 minutes later
We had just taken the dough out of the fridge were it was chilling.
“Now, sprinkle a handful of flour into the counter. Not your handful's though, mine.”
“Why yours ?”
“Your hands's are to big. Which means you'll most likely grab too much.”
“Okay.”
“Right roll out the dough but dont't make it too flat. Leave like a 1/4 inch of thickness.”
“Now ?”
“Start cutting the gingerbread men out.”
He opened a draw, which confused me immensley. I had already got everything he needed out, I turned around and saw him trying to use scissors to cut out the men.
“Marcel ?”
“Y/N, I'm concentrating.”
“Marcel, not with the scissors.”
“What ?”
“With the cookie cutter...”
“Ohhhh... right. I was wondering what that was for.”
“Oh god.”
*
Thirdly was cooking the christmas dinner, Luckily enough though he didn't want to help with that so I didn't have to stress about him doing something impossibly stupid like peeling the turkey. Believe me, he asked if I did that.
So let's move on the the next task wrapping the presents.
*
He was currently wrapping the present he had for Klaus, which was his first present to wrap. He wanted me to show him how to do the first so that when It came to wrapping mine, they would be perfect.
“Okay, I've got you a nice box for the bourbon. Don't worry it’a got a mould that will hold it in place and tissue paper. It's going to be secure.”
“Okay, I need to wrap it nicely. Klaus has high standards.”
“They aren't that high, I doubt he cares how pretty it is. But if you insist, I will help. Right I've got some ribbon to tie around the box if you wanna do that ?”
“Okay, here you go.”
“Thankyou.”
2 minutes later
“Done.”
“Good, no-Marcel what the hell is that.”
“A bow.”
“That’s a knot, you idiot. Do you know how to tie bows ?”
“There’s a reason, I never have to do my laces and I always were ties when dressing up.”
“Oh god, okay. I will help you with that another time. For now. I will tie it.”
I put the box underneath the ribbon and made the two ends meet underneath before bringing then up and crossing them over before making them wrap around the top two ends and then tying a bow in the middle.
“Thankyou, now the book for Elijah.”
“Okay lay the wrapping paper down.”
He did as I asked but he didn't as the same time. He laid the roll on the ground and that was that.
“Oh baby, cut some paper off first.”
“Oh okay, now what ?”
“Now, put the book on the edge.”
“Now ?”
I looked over from the gift I was wrapping to find the book standing up on the paper. I pinched the bridge of my nose, surely he wasn't that stupid.
“Marcel, lay the book flat.”
“But you said on the edge...?”
“Just put it flat !”
“Okay, geez.”
“LAY the book on the edge of the PAPER.”
“Okay.”
“Right, now flip the book on to the other side with the paper and then do it once again. Then get the pencil and Mark where the edge of the book is on the paper.”
“Okay.”
“Now cut down that line. Then do it again but long ways this time.”
“Okay.”
“Mark it and then cut.”
“Right then, put the book in the middle and wrap it.”
He looked at me with confusion.
“You don't know how to wrap either do you ?”
He shook his head.
“Okay. Give it here.”
I placed the book in the middle of the paper and folded the bottom piece half way up the book and taped it in place, then I tucked the paper in at the side which made two triangles, I folded the top two on each side into the middle and then held them in place whilst I did the same with the bottom two and then taped that in place before standing it up and pushing the front piece flat down. The two end pieces then made triangles and I flattened them on top and then finished with the back piece in a triangle and then taping it down. I then grabbed the letter Marcel wrote for Elijah and slipped it in themakeshift pockets in the paper.
“That’s too difficult.”
“Oh God Marcel, I did it slowly.”
“So..”
“Fine, I'll show you one more time.”
*
The last one was making the hot chocolate before bed on Christmas eve.
This one was pretty straight forward.
Not too hard.
Not too bad.
One mistake though and...
It.
Was.
Horrible.
*
I was sat at the island watching Marcel make the hot chocolate and he did everything right except when I was in the toilet, he made the biggest mistake you could make when making hot choclate.
“Why in the hell, did you use hot water ?”
“That’a how you make hot choclate.”
“No! It is not ! You made a good effort. Next time use milk.”
“I've always had hot water never has it been hot milk.”
“How many times have you had hot choclate ?”
“Once.”
“Exactly.”
“Let’a just go to bed, atleast that way I'm in my zone and can do at least one thing right.”
“Mmmm okay.”
He kissed me passionately and the night ended with something he wasn't just good at, he was god like at.
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Worth It- Pt. 2
Read Part 1
Summary: The reader has a brief encounter with Sean.
Characters: Marcel x black!reader, OMC x black!reader, Klaus x black!reader????
A/N: This part was really fun to write. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did to write it. Also, your girl is feeling a bit confident writing for Klaus so more fics with him might be coming soon. Happy holidays!
“Listen just tell momma and daddy that they either need the get with the program or get left. Because a man as fine as Marcel Gerard is mmph!” Your sister, Bianca emphasized with a chef’s kiss. She was probably the only one in your family, who approved of your relationship with Marcel. Bianca always said love is love and anyone who tries to stop it is just bitter.
“But I do say, you should get a little taste of Sean. Marcel is a refined gentleman, but Sean is hoodnificent! Let him crack that back at least once.”
You stopped gathering the herbs around your shop, to pinch Bianca’s arm for suggesting something so outrageous. “Girl, are you crazy? Marcel will have the boy’s head on a stick, and I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“FIONNNE!” Bianca commented.
Both of you were too busy arguing with each other to hear the door chimes, but the voice that spoke got your attention. “Indeed, Marcellus would have the boy’s head on a stick. I taught him well.”
“Klaus, what are you doing here?”
He lingered around the shop, touching little trinkets, trying his best to intimidate you. “Imagine my surprise when I walk downstairs to see Diego and Thierry knocked out and you missing.” Now he was dangerously close, whispering into your ear, wrapping one your curls around his finger. “I do believe Marcel instructed you that you couldn’t leave the house without supervision.”
“Girl, add him to the list too. I bet he does all types of nasty things in the bed.” Bianca whispered into your other ear.
Klaus maneuvered his head around you to look at Bianca. He was giving her that famous smirk of his. “Would you like to find out?”
You moved in front of your sister to block her view of Klaus, because she would definitely take him up on his offer. “Nuh uh. None of that, you hear me?” You pointed at the two. “Anyway, the reason I ditched the bodyguards is that I have a business to run. A business that is frequented by witches. Witches hate vampires. So, don’t you think two vampire bodyguards, especially two that are Marcel’s best friends are bad for business?”
“Ok, then I’ll stay. I don’t need to suffer through Marcel’s groaning about how you were left unsupervised.”
“Oh no, you’re not! The witches hate you even more!” Your protest went unanswered as Bianca asked about his baby and he proceeded to show her pictures. Both ignored you, so you just went about your business as usual.
Customers would walk in and do a double take once they saw Klaus. Some would try to leave, but Klaus told them to ignore him and some would get over it and listen to him, but with others Klaus had to calmly threaten to remove their head from their shoulders for them to continue to shop. You didn’t know if you should be mad or grateful, but at the end of the day you were still making money.
It was getting close to closing time when a last-minute customer walked in. You were busy stocking the shelves, so you didn’t have a chance to see who it was. “Welcome, we’re about to close in ten minutes, but I can help you with whatever you need.”
You felt a tap on your thigh, and you looked down to see probably one of the most beautiful chocolate men you’ve ever seen. “I need you to get down, cher before you hurt yourself,” said the stranger. Before you could reprimand him for touching you, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you from the shelf.
“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Klaus watched the scene closely but didn’t intervene. He knew you could hold your own and would only get involved if necessary.
“I’m your fiancé,” he smiled, revealing a bottom row of a gold grill. Bianca was right Sean is hoodnificent. His attire was all black accented by gold jewelry. He had on a turtleneck and a gold chain and the Lord knows you’re a sucker for that combo.
(Sean’s face claim)
You just noticed he had two other witches with him when Marcel, Thierry, and Diego burst through the doors. Sean lifted your hand to his lips, “Until we meet again, chérie.” With a blink of an eye him and the other witches disappear.
“Search the whole damn Quarter! I want him found!” Marcel ordered Diego and Thierry. When his eyes met yours, you knew you were in deep shit. He was at the level of pissed off that he didn’t even acknowledge Bianca or Klaus. He just grabbed your hand, shoved you into the car, and drove to the Mikaelson’s.
“Are you going to talk to me or continue to give me the silent treatment?” You were back at the manor, sitting at the dining table watching Marcel pace back and forth. He hadn’t said a word to you since you were in the car.
Nodding to yourself, you got up to leave. “Ok, the silent treatment. Let me take my black ass home then.”
Marcel moved in front of you and back you into your seat. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, ladies and gentlemen he talks!”
“Stop fucking trying me, Y/N.” Marcel warned you.
“Stop treating me like a fucking child then, Marcel!” Granted, you didn’t listen to his instructions, but you really tried. You lasted 3 days before you started getting antsy and tired of constantly being followed. Today was the sixth day when you made your escape and you felt that you could finally breath. “I can’t do it Marcel. I’m not meant to be locked up like some criminal.”
“You think that’s what I’m doing? All I’m trying do is save our relationship!”
“Like you do with New Orleans? Trying to stifle me and make me follow your rules? You know why my parents hate the idea of me dating you? Its because you ran the wolves out the quarter and forbade any witch from doing magic! You can’t control people like that. Its not right!”
“And your parents making you marry someone against your will is not the same?” He asked, getting closer to you.
Sneering your face, you replied, “Well, if you weren’t such a power-hungry asshole, they wouldn’t be making me.”
Marcel rolled his tongue around his mouth. “That’s how you really feel, huh? After knowing why, I forbade the witches from using magic?”
You cupped his cheeks, showing the first sign of affection since the incident at your shop. “I get why. You did it to save Davina but know she’s safe and you’re still trying to control everyone. New Orleans does not solely belong to just the vampires, or just the wolves, or just the witches. It belongs to everyone. But everyone is too damn selfish to see that. But hey, do what you gotta do. I’m gonna go to bed if that’s alright with you.”
Before you walked off, Marcel gave you a soft peck to your lips and murmured good night against your lips. No matter how pissed off he was at you, he couldn’t go without telling or showing you that he loved you.
“Now that’s the Queen of the Quarter,” Marcel heard Vincent say. Him and Klaus were standing next to each other, smirking at Marcel.
“How long have you two been listening?”
“Long enough to know that you better smarten up or you’ll lose the lovely Y/N to that witch or to someone more dashing.” Klaus informed him.
He ran up to Klaus and punched him in his jaw. “I’m not in the mood, Klaus.” Klaus got up and chuckle at him, not even mad that Marcel punched him.
“I can’t help it if your girlfriend is so charming.” Klaus teased some more.
Vincent shook his head and got in between the two vamps, before a real fight broke out. “Can you not antagonize him, man? Dude’s already on edge.”
Klaus sidestepped Vincent to get to Marcel. “Nope. Not until he tells us the real reason, he’s so mad.” Klaus circled Marcel, trying to gauge his reaction.
“He’s pissed because Y/N left, plain and simple.”
Raising a finger and ticking his head no, Klaus replied, “No, that’s not it. We all expected Y/N to break out. A woman like that, you can’t keep caged in.” Klaus stopped circling Marcel and stood in front of him, staring him down with a condescending smirk. “I wager the King of the Quarter was upset of the sight he saw tonight. It was but for a fleeting moment, but there, nonetheless. Y/N was intrigued by her witchy suitor. Before he thought of the witch as an annoyance, but tonight proved he might be more competition than he hoped for. Am I right?”
His nostrils flared as Marcel listened to Klaus correctly pinpoint his anger. When Marcel saw Sean’s hands on you and you not being immediately turned off made him worry. Sean was obviously closer to you in age and you both had similar upbringings. But the thing that worried Marcel the most was the one thing Sean could give you that he couldn’t, a baby.
“If I’m not back by the time Y/N wakes up, tell her I’m out doing business.” Marcel informed Klaus. He had to find and kill Sean before he could steal you away from him.
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Love Hurts/Epilogue
Elijah Mikaelson x reader
Epilogue
AU TVD/TO story
summary: Y/N received a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans, stating she inherited a part of an Estate. She went there to find out what it was about. There she met two brothers, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson, who also owned part of the property.
a/n: And so we came to the end of the story. Thanks so reading this story and liking and reblogging. Love you guys, xoxo
tags
@rissyrapp20 @captainshurley @goddessofthunder112 @hides2000 @cassienoble2000
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Morning dawned with Elijah and Y/N snuggled up sleeping carefree in the little guest house.
It was the same for Klaus and Caroline
And definitely not much different for Jackson and Andrea, who chose to spend their honeymoon in Florida Keys, flying out there straight after the party.
The only one that was up early was Mary, who now coordinated the clean up. She didn't remember when she was so content. The great feeling of happiness and love returned to the house.
She walked in the kitchen finding Hope there pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
"You are up already?"- Mary said-"I thought, after dancing so much, you would sleep at least till 10."
"Aunt Josie promised to take me and Tom riding. I am so excited, I couldn't sleep."-Hope said.
"Right. So, what do you want for breakfast?"- Mary asked.
"Deviled eggs."- the girl replied.
"Coming right up."- Mary said now going over to the fridge.
At the same time in the Guest House, Y/N woke up and her eyes met Elijah's.
"Morning"- he whispered lovingly removing a streak of her hair from the forehead his eyes still gazing into hers.
"Morning"- Y/N replied with a smile, stretching a bit now.
"Love you"- Elijah then said, before Y/N could utter-"Have you been watching me?"
"So what if I did? It's the most amazing thing - you next to me, with me- I can watch you forever- you are so beautiful."
Y/N smiled again now brushing through his hair with her hand neared him and placed a kiss on his lip, then saying-
"You are beautiful, too."- Y/N chuckled a bit now -"But I still can't decide if I like you better with a beard or clean-shaven. Jeans or suits- so hard to choose. You looked so hot in the jeans, in that white T- shirt, when you were helping build that gazebo with Jackson. I think that I have fallen in love with you then."
"Then?"- Elijah said with a whiff of disappointment in his voice.
"Maybe earlier"- Y/N now said with a teasing smile putting her thinking face on-"or maybe when you came from Florida, that morning, when we had a two-minute coffee together."
"Well, I know I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."
"You did?"- Y/N/ said slightly surprised smiling happily.
"I did."- Elijah said now looking at her sweetly.
Y/N now leaned over and kissed him. Elijah now deepened the kiss, both of them falling again into zillion set of kisses, feeling the love stream all over them so tenderly and divinely.
Eventually they appeared in the main house, slipping up to their room to shower and change. Not long after, they were down chatting to one another about where they would actually live, as her work was at the Plantation house and Elijah's was in New Orleans.
"How about three days in the city and then the weekends here?"- Elijah suggested-"and when the baby comes, we can be in New Orleans. It is more practical."
"By then Andrea and I will have to find good replacements, because we will be at least six months out. There is tones of things to do. I never thought in a millions years that my life will change so much when I first got here."
"I never thought my life would change at all"- Elijah said-"and it has- for the better. I have so much hope about everything. Marcel Jr, too."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got the message from my friend Rebekah Gerard, who knows a hot-shot lawyer in New York. She is this expert custody lawyer. Katherine Pierce. She is more than happy to look into your case. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. We spoke briefly last night, before you got to the guest house, and when you kissed me I just forgot about - pretty much the whole world."- Y/N said.
Elijah now stopped and looked at her dearly-
"Have I told you lately how much I love you."
"I don't know- but I am ok if you say it again."- Y/N smiled chuckling.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, too, Elijah Mikaelson."
He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.
As they were now close to the kitchen everyone in there heard them. Mary looked at Klaus and Caroline, who were having a late lunch saying-
"Sunshine has returned to the house. It truly has."
Elijah and Y/N greeted everyone in the kitchen asking if there was anything left for them.
"I will rustle you up whatever you like. "- Mary said, as they sat down at the main table.
"I don't mean to be like too picky, but I really want a burger."- Y/N said.
"The cravings are kicking in?!"- Mary stated.
"Oh, in Brazil, I just wanted chocolate all the time, and milk shake. I would like one now, and I know it is not healthy, but- I am starving."- Y/N said.
Abby now smirked a little and she remembered that she was like that when she was pregnant with Bonnie.
"Talking about Bonnie, spoke to her last night, as well, and she is coming the next weekend. Katherine is coming down from New York, too. And- I need to organize a meeting to bring Bonnie and her mom to sit down and talk"
Mary now asked if Elijah had any particular wishes lunch-wise.
"I am ok with the burger, too. Double cheese. But no milk shake. Thank you, Mary."
Klaus now got up as did Caroline.
"Where are you going?"- Elijah asked.
"We have to get back to the city. Need to get last minute production things done before the opening night."- Caroline said.
"Oh, can't wait for it. How come it took so long?"- Y/N said.
"We had some glitches with the stage production and then the other producer pulled out. I put all my money in it. But I believe it is going to be huge. We were talking about staging it here- for Halloween if it takes off."
"Yep."- Klaus said.
"That would be so good. We can make it like a special event."- Y/N's eyes already sparkled with ideas.
"Let's first see how the opening night goes."- Klaus said-"we are sold out for that at least."
"I will need tickets for my mom and dad, too. They would love to see it."- Y/N said.
"Done."- Caroline said and then she and Klaus left.
"Oh, yeah, they are arriving the day before."- Elijah now remembered pouring himself some juice.
"Don't tell me you are nervous? They are ok with us. I told you."
"I could tell in his voice that your dad was not really pleased with the way things went."- Elijah said.
"Once they see how happy I am, everything will be ok. And I am really happy."- Y/N said now giving him a small peck on the lips.
"What garnish would you like on the burger. Elijah only likes ketchup."- Mary said now serving the chocolate milk shake to Y/N and coffee to Elijah.
"Mayo and - do you have those pickled- shrimps?"
"Yes, I do."- Mary said.
Elijah looked at Y/N now wide-eyed as she asked for the pickled-shrimps.
"Be prepared to see the oddest combinations."- Mary now remarked.
"I am not saying anything. But pickled shrimps and milk shake- aah! - Elijah said.
Y/N smiled- "I was never an ordinary girl."
That much was true. After the most unusual luncheon, the two of them went for a walk.
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The next day after work, Elijah went into an antique jewellery store. He had already been to see rings before Jackson and Andrea's wedding and thought of the most romantic moment to ask Y/N to marry him. And all the rings he had seen so far were not sunshiny enough in his opinion. But in this place as the woman recognized him being Dahlia's nephew, she brought rings from a backroom showing him some rare pieces. Still none of the rings were the one in Elijah's opinion. He now said-
"My girlfriend's name is Y/N and she is like a a ray of light and I want the ring to be like this sun, this light. I don't know how to explain"
"I think that I've got something for you."- the woman now went to an old cupboard unlocking it. As she brought it to Elijah.
As she took it out of the box she gave it to him, and Elijah looked at it with a small smile on his face, he said-
"This is the one!"
"I thought you might like this one. The stone is from Mexico and it was called Tonatiuh, which is the name of the Aztec sun god."- the sales woman said.
"Really?"- Elijah was surprised to hear it.
"Yes."- the woman replied.
"I will take it."- Elijah said.
Happy he had found the perfect ring, leaving the shop she made a call to Sophie Deveraux and then Andrea. As she answered he said-
"Hey, I need a huge favour."
"Name it"- Andrea said.
"I am going to propose to Y/N, and I need you to take her shopping or do your lunch thing or something-"
On the other side of the phone, Andrea nearly screamed with happiness stopping Elijah in the middle of the sentence-
"OMG! Of course- when? You're setting something up here?"
"On Saturday. I am sorry it's such short notice. I just got the ring and I talked to Sophie, she will do the food and Jane-Anne will do the deco."
"There is this arts and crafts weekend in Baton Rouge. We were talking about going there. So, no problem."
"Thank you."- Elijah replied-"I got to go now, but will call about details later."
"Ok. Talk to you later."- Andrea said hanging up.
The next day
Y/N arrived at the New Orleans house, some time before seven, as she had a routine doctor's appointment.
As Y/N got it, Mary met her all worried saying that Elijah was calling and she tried as well.
"Ah, my battery went flat. Sorry. I really need the bathroom. Can you please call him and tell him that I am not going to the Plantation tonight. Thanks."- Y/N now went upstairs.
Mary now called Elijah letting him know what had happened. Elijah, who was a hundred yards from the house thanked Mary for the call. He parked up and got into the house.
"She is upstairs."- Mary said to him and Elijah went now up.
"Y/N-"- he called and as he got in, he found Y/N holding the box in her hands, looking at the ring, her eyes lost in its bright shine.
Elijah now stood in the door and smiled.
"Elijah- is this what I think it Is?"- Y/N now stood up from the bed.
"Yes. You found me out."- Elijah joked a little now walking in.
Elena looked at him elated, now saying -
“Yes!!!”
"Yes?"
"Yes- of course yes!!!! I will marry you!”- Y/N flung her arms around his neck and then she stopped like half-frozen-”That’s what the ring is - about, right?”
“Yes, that’s what the ring is about! You know, I had this whole thing planned- a romantic dinner for two- pickled shrimp salad- you and me- but- somehow it fits that we are here- in this house, where you first came, and I consoled you in my arms - when you read that letter- I fell in love with you there and then."
"Yes, it's perfect. This is perfect."- Y/N said all emotional. She moved a little and now passed him the box.
Elijah now took the ring from the box and taking her hand now looking into her eyes, said-
"Y/N, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Elijah, I will."- she replied exalted.
Elijah now slipped the ring on her finger and Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed with little whispers of I love yous intermingling.
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Everyone was so very thrilled about the most unusal of proposals, but nothing about Y/N and Elijah was ordinary. And both of them wanted a very small and quaint wedding, that was held in the family circle a few weeks later.
Just before she was going to walk out to the garden, where the ceremony was to take place, Y/N went to the Salon and took Dahlia’s picture in her hands-
“Thank you so much for - bringing me here. I have no words to express how happy you have made me. And the baby is a girl and we are naming her Lena Dahlia. Thank you.”- Y/N now put the picture down as Andrea came to tell her that everyone was waiting for her.
“Yes”- Y/N now went out of the Salon with the maid of honour.
Four month after Lena Dahlia Mikaelson was born. The new princess of the Mikaelson Estate. The proud parents were completely in awe of their precious little girl. She was the center of their world, but also the whole Mikaelson heritage and the Estate.
As Mary had said once, with Y/N arriving in New Orleans, the sun returned in the house and she was like this unusual amulet that broke the curse, if there was any curse that was set on the family.
Y/N often would later say to Mary that it was just a sad chain of events that happened. Life. Love hurt. It was Mercury-retrograde.Blame it on the universe and planets. But good stars align again and things get better. More than just better.
Klaus, proposed to Caroline, some time later. They both bought the small independent theatre and nine month after welcomed a baby boy. Hope was more than thrilled to get a baby brother, Michael.
The big Plantation House was buzzing with children, their parents, their friends and their children. Laughter and happiness was the order of the day.
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Night of the Ball
five years after they reopened the Mikaelson house
Klaus now walked to Elijah, who stood in front of the picture of them taken on the Ball. Klaus now passed his brother a glass of champagne and said-
“To Family”
“To Family”- Elijah said and as the clinked the glasses they took a sip.
“Ah, here you are”- Y/N said as she walked in the Salon.
Elijah and Klaus now turned to the woman, who brought the happiness back to their lives.
“The family and everyone else is waiting for you, so we can open the Ball”- Y/N said.
“We have no time to reminisce”- Klaus said.
“No. We can do that later.”- Y/N said-”now we have work to do.”
“Right”- Klaus said putting the champagne glass aside-”Let’s go then.”
Elijah now put his arm to his wife and said -”Let’s go and open the Ball.”
The three of them now walked out of the Salon, down the corridor to the Grand Ball room.
Everyone now greeted them with a clap.
And as the tradition was, all three of them welcome the guest and after a little speech they declared the Ball open.
The music started and everyone took their respective partners to the podium for the first dance.
And as they swayed to the music, Elijah looked at Y/N and said -
“Always”
“And Forever”- Y/N concluded.
And they live happily ever after. The End.
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characters & prompts under the cut!
characters (five slots for each character)
agents of shield
al mackenzie
antoine “trip” triplett
daisy “skye” johnson
grant ward
jemma simmons
lance hunter
leopold fitz
lincoln campbell
brooklyn 99
amy santiago
charles boyle
gina linetti
jake peralta
raymond holt
rosa diaz
terrence jeffords
buffy the vampire slayer
angel
buffy summers
cordelia chase
rupert giles
william the bloody aka spike
criminal minds
aaron hotchner
david rossi
derek morgan
elle greenaway
emily prentiss
jennifer jareau
luke alvez
penelope garcia
spencer reid
defenders-ish
billy russo
frank castle
jessica jones
luke cage
matt murdock
friends
chandler bing
joey tribbiani
monica geller
phoebe buffay
rachel green
ross geller
game of thrones
arya stark
benjen stark
daenerys targaryen
eddard stark
jaime lannister
jon snow
khal drogo
robb stark
samwell tarly
sansa stark
tyrion lannister
gossip girl
blair waldorf
carter baizen
chuck bass
dan humphrey
nate archibald
serena van der woodsen
vanessa abrams
harry potter
draco malfoy
fred weasley
george weasley
harry potter
hermione granger
remus lupin
ronald weasley
sirius black
(young) tom riddle
hawaii five-0
adam noshimuri
chin ho kelly
daniel williams
kono kalakaua
michael noshimuri
steve mcgarrett
jane the virgin
adam alvaro
jane gloriana villanueva
petra solano
rafael solano
lucky number slevin
slevin kelevra
mcu
bruce banner aka hulk
brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen
bucky barnes aka winter soldier
clint barton aka hawkeye
drax aka the destroyer
erik stevens aka killmonger
gamora aka um need we say more?
janet van dyne aka wasp
loki aka loki
m’baku aka you already know
mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie
may parker aka ailf
nakia aka loml
okoye aka incredible badass
peggy carter aka kickass
peter parker aka spider-man
peter quill aka star-lord
pietro maximoff aka quicksilver
sam wilson aka falcon
scott lang aka antman
shuri aka an angel
stephen strange aka dr. strange
steve rogers aka captain america
t’challa aka black panther
thor aka thor
tony stark aka iron-man
wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch
new girl
coach
nick miller
pretty little liars
aria montgomery
caleb rivers
emily fields
ezra fitz
hanna marin
jason dilaurentis
mona vanderwaal
noel kahn
spencer hastings
wren kingston
reign
francis
mary stuart
nostradamus
sebastian
riverdale
archie andrews
betty cooper
cheryl blossom
fangs fogarty
fp jones
fred andrews
jason blossom
josie mccoy
jughead jones
kevin keller
malachai
charles!reggie mantle
ross!reggie mantle
sweet pea
toni topaz
valerie brown
veronica lodge
shadowhunters
alec lightwood
clary fray
isabelle lightwood
jace herondale
lucian grey
magnus bane
simon lewis
teen wolf
allison argent
chris argent
cora hale
derek hale
isaac lahey
jackson whittermore
jordan parrish
kira yukimura
liam dunbar
lydia martin
malia tate
peter hale
scott mccall
stiles stilinski
theo raeken
the 100
bellamy blake
clarke griffin
echo
finn collins
jasper jordan
john murphy
king roan
lexa
lincoln
monty green
nathan miller
octavia blake
ontari
raven reyes
wells jaha
the originals
davina claire
elijah mikaelson
freya mikaelson
hayley marshall
kol mikaelson
lucian castle
niklaus mikaelson
marcel gerard
rebekah mikaelson
the vampire diaries
bonnie bennett
caroline forbes
damon salvatore
elena gilbert
jeremy gilbert
katherine pierce
malachi parker
mary louise
matt donovan
nora hildegard
olivia parker
tyler lockwood
stefan salvatore
sybil
x-men
alex summers aka havok
charles xavier aka young!professor x
erik lehnsherr aka magneto
hank mccoy aka beast
jean grey aka phoenix
logan aka wolverine
peter maximoff aka quiksilver
ororo monroe aka storm
raven darkholme aka mystique
prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)
(rfaimagining)
angst
1: “ give me a chance. ”
2: “ not you again.. ”
3: “ leave me alone. ”
4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ why do you hate me? ”
6: “ i lost the baby. ”
7: “ i thought you loved me. ”
8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ i can’t believe you! ”
10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”
11: “ you’re a monster. ”
12: “ i hate you. ”
13: “ don’t leave me… ”
14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”
16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ are you upset with me? ”
18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ dont call this number again. “
23: “ why did you spare me? ”
24: “ you need to leave. ”
25: “ i’m sick. ”
26: “ i’m dying. ”
27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ i thought we were family!”
29: “ there was never an us. ”
30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”
31: “ i fucked up. ”
32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”
love
36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ dance with me! ”
38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ will you marry me? ”
41: “ i’m pregnant. ”
42: “ i need a hug. ”
43: “ you’re special to me. ”
44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ do you trust me? ”
46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”
47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ let’s have a baby. ”
50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ i want to take care of you. ”
52: “ can we cuddle? ”
53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”
55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ is that my shirt? ”
58: “ how did we get here? ”
59: “ you own my heart. ”
60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ i want to protect you. ”
63: “ what's the matter? ”
64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ stop being so cute. ”
68: “ you’re making me blush! ”
69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”
71: “ you’re the best! ”
72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”
74: “ of course i remembered! ”
75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ are you jealous? ”
78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ lets run away together. ”
misc
90: “ catch me if you can! ”
91: “ i’m fine. ”
92: “ are you drunk? ”
93: “ are you high? ”
94: “ we can't go in there… ”
95: “ give it back! ”
96: “ well this is just great. ”
97: “ don’t touch me. ”
98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”
100: “ i didn’t do it! ”
101: “ i did it… ”
102: “ i don’t remember that! ”
103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ you owe me. ”
106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ why are you naked? ”
110: “ you did what?! ”
111: “ you have… superpowers? ”
112: “ why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ this tastes horrible. ”
117: “ this is delicious! ”
118: “ are you mad at me? ”
119: “ stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ i love that show too! ”
121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ let's blow this joint. ”
123: “ let me help you with that. ”
124: “ take that back! ”
125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ what are you listening to? ”
128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ run! ”
131: “ lets run away together. ”
132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ was i really that drunk? ”
135: “ was i really that stoned? ”
136: “give me back my phone! ”
137: “ you’re an asshole. ”
138: “ are you cold? ”
139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ did you hear that? ”
142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”
144: “ stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ go back to bed. ”
146: “ are you okay? ”
147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ put me down! ”
154: “ there’s only one bed… ”
155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”
156: “ how did i lose it? ”
157: “ i read your diary. ”
158: “ this is awkward. ”
159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”
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161: “ bite me. ”
162: “ make me. ”
163: “ fuck me. ”
164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”
166: “ okay.. this is new. ”
167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ what a pretty sight. ”
170: “ bend over. ”
171: “ on your knees. ”
172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ lay back. ”
174: “ take off your clothes. ”
175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ i’m waiting. ”
177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ as you wish. ”
179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”
180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”
182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ can i touch you? ”
185: “ open up. ”
186: “ no strings attached. ”
187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ mine. ”
189: “ the nights still young. ”
190: “ we can't do that here! ”
191: “ behave. ”
192:“ what did you just say? ”
193: “ good girl. ”
194: “ good boy. ”
195: “ come here. ”
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196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”
197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”
198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”
199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”
200: “go get me the cane.”
201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”
202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”
203: “did you disobey my orders?”
204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”
205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”
206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”
207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”
208: “bend over the back of the couch.”
209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”
210: “come here and bend over my lap.”
211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”
212: “you’re really hot.”
213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”
214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”
215: “hot damn.”
216: “so, you come here often?”
217: “well, well. my night just got better.”
218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
219: “you have got a great ass.”
220: “hey, i’m open minded.”
221: “you enjoying the view over there?”
222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”
223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”
224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”
225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”
226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”
227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”
228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”
229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”
230: “i wanna see you get naked.”
231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”
232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”
233: “what do we have here?”
234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”
235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”
236: “you like that, don’t you?”
237: “how do you want me?”
238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”
239: “i want you. right here. right now.”
240: “god, you’re perfect.”
241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”
242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”
243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”
244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”
245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)
246: “can i keep you?”
247: “you’re such a tease.”
248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”
249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”
250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”
251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”
252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”
253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”
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ADVENT 2018
I know, I know...we left without a trace or goodbye message and you all probably hate us for it. We're totally and absolutely sorry!
Both Lein and I had a very very busy year. Loads of things have changed (I have a new job and now 2,5 hours of traveling each day, Lein got more responsibilities at hers), loads of things have happened and we both wanted to focus more on reading (my reading goal for 2018 is 200 books and I'M GETTING THERE!), on writing original stories (you can check them out on Annannette on Wattpad or follow the links on my personal tumblr @acourtofhopeanddreams) and on fanfic.
But...Each and every day we still get new followers, reblogs, comments on Wattpad, likes and messages.We're so thankful that even after all this time, our stories still resonate with people.
So...I wanted to do something, just something small, to make sure that showandwrite doesn't completely cease to exist.
I will be doing an ADVENT 2018 project! From December 1st to December 31st I will post one imagine/drabble/fanfic a day and YOU are gonna decide what I'll write!
The rules:
I will write for all characters from Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, Riverdale and Shadowhunters. For Game of Thrones I will allow myself to be a little more selective, but please, request them and we'll see! (I'm afraid no the 100...that muse is totally absolutely fully gone...)
Each character can be requested only once (so we end up with 31 different characters and hopefully a lot of people with one something they like)
Requests are open from now until I have requests for 31 different characters, so...first come first serve!
Every sort of request is welcome! You can come up with a prompt, a sentence, a song, a word, a poem, a book, an AU, whatever. All the pairings however have to be reader/character. (If you want me to write a fanfic, feel always free to go to @acourtofhopeanddreams and send me a message there ;-))
I write for all genders and sexualities. I will however NOT write homosexual characters in heterosexual relationships.
And I guess...that's about it! I didn't tell Lein about this, so I have NO clue if she's gonna be in or not. If not, you'll be stuck with just me ;-) I know that this post is VERY early. But...this way I have the time to write those 31 imagines and get them ready before it's time to post them!
Loads of Love and I missed all of you!
Annette
p.s Under the cut I will list the characters that are already requested in no particular order!
ALREADY REQUESTED CHARACTERS
1. I request a Corey watches his first Disney movie prompt!
2. I request the song "Bridges" by Aisha Badru with Kol Mikaelson
3. I’d like to request the song “Poison” by Alice Cooper with Klaus Mikaelson
4. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?” With Jon Snow
5. Can I request one with Allison Argent like the reader is her younger sister and she is really protective of her + the prompt 'she is my little sister, she needs me'?
6. I'm not leaving until you smile' with Elijah Mikaelson
7. Celebrating your first Christmas with Hayley Marshall (can include Hope/other Mikaelsons if you want)
8. Present exchange with Clary
9. Christmas morning with Elena
10. Liam Dunbar like him and reader are friends, she loves him platonically like a sister with prompts "I have the right to be worried!" + "Are you sure you are okay?"
11. Scott McCall one, based on the song 'Aftertaste' by Shawn Mendes. But instead of the reader, Scott breaks up with the her and regrets it later.
12. Lucifer Morningstar with prompts "You came back! " "I promised, didn't I?"
13. could you do something where the reader always sits in the library and that's where she meets Isaac Lahey the guy on the lacrosse team she's been crushing on
14. "God, I was so worried!" "I was gone only for five minutes!" with Damon Salvatore. Him and the reader are really close like best friends and he worries about her?
15. "Just because she is beautiful doesn't mean you are not" with my man Stefan please! Fluff?
16. Chloe Decker x female reader, with the line "you're a pain in the ass. But I love you."
17. I request a female reader x Daniel Espinoza with "It's me! It's me! calm down baby, please!"
18. 'we didn't want her to leave so we duct-taped her to the tree' with Stiles? (fluffy)
19. “She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” With Lucien Castle
20. "I might have had a few shots.” With Marcel Gerard.
21. something with Aiden Steiner along the lines 'wait, when did I take off my clothes?!' and 'Relax princess, you passed out from bleeding'
22. the reader is the youngest Salvatore & she’s dating Bonnie
23. Theo Raeken based on the song 'without me' by Halsey
24. Derek Hale x female reader with dialogue "I just lied to a cop, am I badass or what" "You are too cute" fluffy Derek
25. Robb Stark & the song "Back to you" :-)
26. Archie making a walk in the snow with you
27. decorating the Christmas tree (at school) with Veronica, Betty... and all the other main characters
28. Brett Talbot x female reader based on the song 'Dangerously' by Charlie Puth
29. Alec Lightwood x little sister! reader with line "No one would hurt you again or I'd kill them'' oh, and can it include Isabelle too? Just protective sibling fluff?
30. Newt Scamander and reader being hungry because she forgot to eat since yesterday
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Jackson Kenner - Forbidden Love
You are the eldest daughter of the infamous hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. When you move to New Orleans with your father and your family, you meet and catch feelings for the werewolf, Jackson Kenner. You know your father would hate you being with Jackson, so the two of you do that cliché movie thing of sneaking around like teenagers. It all works until you get caught.
Requested by: Anon
Pairings: Jackson x Fem!Reader, Klaus x Daughter!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Jackson Kenner, Klaus Mikaelson, Mary Dumas, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard. Hayley Marshall, Hope Mikaelson, Crescent wolf pack (Mentioned)
Warnings: Death threats (Klaus is a protective father), swearing (if you count ‘bloody hell’ as swearing)
A/N: Reader is around Hayley’s age for purposes of the story and per the request.
A/N/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @pollaluci for being my betas!!
New Orleans, your home. You had come here a couple of years ago with your father and the rest of your family after discovering the werewolf Hayley Marshall was pregnant with your father's child. Hayley was around the same age as you and at first, it had disturbed you that she was going to be the mother of your brother or sister. However, you looked past that and offered her your help. Then Hope came along and of course, Rebekah took the child for her own safety, but now Rebekah and Hope were back and that was amazing. You adored Hope, you had always wanted to be a big sister.
You were Y/N Mikaelson, daughter of the infamous original hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson. Being the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson was hard, but being a Mikaelson, in general, was hard. Your family fought like dogs, but you all loved each other and would stop at nothing to protect each other. That was one downside of your family; their overprotective tendencies and boy were they protective of you. You may not be the baby of the family anymore, but that didn't stop them from being very, very protective of you. Your family would quite literally kill someone if they got on their nerves enough or if they simply just didn't like them.
That's why you had not told them about the man you had been seeing for six months now because you knew that they would kill him. Especially because of who he was. Jackson Kenner was a brunette, brown eyed werewolf and you had fallen for him hard. He was the definition of your perfect man, he was sweet, gentle, loving, funny, charismatic, and any other good word you could think of. As cliché as it sounds, you had met in a coffee shop about eight months ago, you had talked and he had made you laugh and to you, that was...perfect. It had been you who had asked him on a date after two months of knowing one another. If there was anything you got from your father, it was your boldness. Jackson, thankfully, said yes and you've been together ever since.
However, you couldn't tell your father or the rest of your family about him because you didn't want him to be harmed. Jackson understood that and you were grateful. Maybe one day you would tell your family about this wonderful man, but not right now. So, that's why you and Jackson had been sneaking around for the past six months. You had to admit, sneaking around like you were a pair of teenagers was kind of thrilling, it made you feel alive and rebellious.
Right now, you were sat inside the coffee shop where you and Jackson had first met. You were in a booth that was tucked away in the corner where you wouldn't be disturbed. You and Jackson had agreed to meet here this morning. You never showed up or left anywhere together lest you be caught by someone. You had one hand curled around a coffee cup while you scrolled through your phone with the other, Jackson would be here any minute now and you couldn't wait to see him. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, you heard that gruff voice that you loved so much. Even just the sound of his voice made you grin brightly.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Jackson said as he slid into the booth opposite Y/N.
Jackson had to admit that he never saw himself falling in love with a Mikaelson, but Y/N was different. She was bubbly, funny, and so sweet and kind. He once saw her help an old woman cross the street and help a child find his parents after getting lost. Not to mention that British accent that came along with being a Mikaelson. That accent of hers just did something for him, it made him fall for her so much more. He had fallen for her without even thinking about it.
Woody Allen once said: “The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that.” He thought that quote fit them perfectly because his heart wanted her, he'd fallen deeply in love with this magnificent woman and that was that. There was no getting out of this for him. Sure, they were sneaking around and there were often times where he would have to pass her in the French Quarter when she was out with her family and he would just want to come up to them and hug her or give her a kiss and there were times where he just wanted to kiss her right in the middle of the street to let everyone know that she was his and he was hers. But they couldn't do that because she didn't want her father to kill him like they both knew he very well might if he ever found out that they were together.
Their love was forbidden and that just made it all the more exciting.
“Hi, sweetheart,” you replied, shooting him a smile.
“I've missed you,” he admitted. They hadn't seen each other for almost two weeks since she had been busy helping her family with things and he'd been helping his grandmother. Sure, his grandmother knew about him and Y/N and approved. Well, she approved after a little while of getting to know Y/N, but Y/N just hadn't been able to get away from her family to come down to the Bayou and see him.
“I've missed you too, Jack,” you told him. You reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze before reluctantly pulling it away. “What are we doing today?”
“Well, I was thinking once we've finished our coffees that we could go to the Bayou for a few hours?” Jackson suggested. “We could spend some time together down by the lake and my grandma's been asking for you.”
You grinned brightly at that, you did love Mary. “Sounds like a fun day.”
Once you and Jackson had finished your coffees, you left the shop. Of course, you didn't leave together, Jackson left first and told you that he'd meet you at his car that he'd parked a block away. You waited a few minutes and then left, quickly getting to his car. You looked around to make sure no one was following you or watching you and when you were sure that no one was, you got into his car and the two of you headed to the Bayou.
The drive to the Bayou was just like any other typical drive they went on. They had the radio turned up and they sang along to their favorite songs. They stole glances and shared a little kiss each time they stopped at a traffic light. Jackson couldn't quite believe how lucky he was to have her by his side. She was his everything, his one true love. Her being a Mikaelson didn't change that. It never would. Nothing would.
When they got to the Bayou, he parked his car in the usual spot at the back of the house and they got out of the car. Jackson quickly went around to her side and stopped her in her tracks so she couldn't go anywhere. “Before we go inside, there's one thing I've been dying to do,” he told her. That's all he said before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in close, and kissing her in a way that would make even movie stars jealous.
You smiled into the kiss and locked your arms around the back of his neck, one of your hands threading itself into his long, very soft, brown hair. You hummed in content and your body filled with warmth.
When the two of you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and smiled. “Wow, you've really missed me, huh?” you teased.
Jackson laughed and nodded, “I really missed you,” he said before giving her one more kiss. “We should go inside before my grandma comes out to see where we are. You know she hates to be kept waiting,” he joked.
“Then let's not keep her waiting,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling him towards the house. You loved Mary, she was like the grandmother you never had since Esther was never there and when she was, she tried to kill you. You were happy that Mary was the only one who knew about you and Jackson. Well, other members of the pack knew too but didn’t ever say anything about it. Mary had only found out because she had caught Jackson on the phone with you and had asked about you. Initially, she had been skeptical about you because you were a Mikaelson, but once she met you, she accepted you into the family because she saw how happy you made Jackson and to quote her words: “If my boy's happy, I'm happy.” You and Jackson walked into the little wooden cabin that overlooked the lake and you were instantly greeted by Mary.
“Oh, you're back. Y/N, it's so good to see you again. How are you, dear?” Mary asked, pulling the young girl into a hug and kissing her cheek before doing the same thing to Jackson.
“I'm good. Thank you, Mary. How are you?” you asked.
“I'm good. Thank you,” Mary replied. “Let's go sit down and have some tea and then you two kids can go and spend some time together.”
After you'd drank your tea and talked to Mary for a while, you and Jackson left the house and decided to walk around the Bayou for a little bit. The two of you often did this when you came here. There was just something about this place that made you feel calm and free and safe. You felt like you no longer had to worry about sneaking around and being caught. You felt like you were no longer under the protective eye of your father. You could just be yourself and be with Jackson.
Jackson had his hand linked with Y/N's as they walked along the edge of the lake. It was tranquil and it was such a beautiful day. They walked a little further and found some of the pack children playing with water guns by the edge of the lake, they were all laughing and having a good time. They saw him and Y/N approaching and they all grinned and ran up to them. “Hey, looks like you guys are having fun,” he said. He noticed Y/N had let go of his hand and had now bent down to talk to Oliver, one of the young boys who had been taking part in the water fight. He couldn't help but smile, she was great with children, he could tell she was a big sister.
You were talking to the Oliver about the water fight he and the other children had been having. Then, you got an idea. “Can I borrow that water gun for just a second?” you asked quietly so Jackson couldn't hear. He looked at his gun and then back at you and handed it to you. “Thanks, buddy,” you said before moving and filling the gun up with water from the lake before standing up. “Hey, Jack,” you said, getting his attention and once you did, you squirted him with the water.
“Oh, you did not just do that,” Jackson laughed as he looked at Y/N who was now giggling along with the children. “Can I borrow that?” he asked one of the young girls, Kara, who happily handed him her water gun. “You're on, sweetheart,” he told her before shooting water at her.
You squealed and ran off, turning every now and again to shoot him with water, he was chasing after you still shooting you with water. Both of you were laughing and so were the children. Eventually, your gun ran out of water and you dropped it on the ground and ran.
“I'm gonna get you, Y/N/N,” Jackson teased as he too dropped his gun and chased after her. The children were running behind him laughing at his and Y/N's antics while also shooting him and each other with water.
You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and you squealed and giggled as Jackson picked you up, spun you, and threw you over his shoulder. “Jack, put me down,” you giggled.
“Hmmm, no,” Jackson replied playfully. “I have a better idea,” he added before his fingers delved into her sides and he started tickling her while keeping her on his shoulder with his other arm. She started squealing and giggling and wriggling around in his arms and he just grinned and laughed. He loved hearing her laugh, it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard.
After a few moments, Jackson stopped tickling her and planted her back on her feet. The children had picked up the discarded water guns and ran off to play again, so it was just the two of them now. They both had the biggest grins on their faces and were still laughing a little bit. Jackson put his hands on her hips and pulled her in close to him. “Well, so much for spending a day relaxing by the lake,” he joked.
“I much prefer this. It was a lot of fun. Plus, the look on your face when I got you for the first time was priceless,” you teased.
“You're so mean, I can't believe you did that,” he laughed. “You are very lucky I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” you replied. You leaned forward and sealed your lips over his, one of your hands moving to the back of his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. Your other hand was on his cheek, your fingers brushing over his little beard.
The next few hours were spent sitting by the lake talking and laughing and just spending time together. This is what you wanted, you just wanted to be with him like any other normal couple. Of course, you couldn't do that, not yet. When the time was right, you would tell your father and the rest of your family.
It was dark now as you and Jackson walked down the streets of New Orleans towards your home. Jackson always insisted on walking you as close to the Abbatoir as possible. He had parked a few blocks away so he could walk with you and spend more time with you. The streets were surprisingly quite empty, but you didn't mind that, it meant you could walk with Jackson and not be disturbed. You felt Jackson link his fingers with yours and you looked at him with an arched brow. That was a bold move considering how close to your home you were.
“What? Don't look at me like that. The streets are practically empty, just let me hold your hand,” Jackson said.
You smiled and nodded before giving Jackson's hand a squeeze. “You know what, the streets are practically empty and no one is paying attention to us,” you started, stopping both of you in your tracks. You moved so you were stood in front of him. “Which means I feel safe enough to give you one last kiss before we say goodnight.”
With that said, you put one hand on the back of his head and pulled him towards you until your lips met his. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you flush against him while you hooked your arms around the back of his neck.
Kol and Rebekah had been on a walk around the streets of New Orleans to get a bit of fresh air. They were just heading back to the Abbatoir when they noticed two people trapped in a lovers embrace across the street. “Ugh, do they have to make it so public?” Kol commented.
“I think it's quite sweet, they're very clearly in love,” Rebekah added.
“That's because you're a hopeless romantic, sister and because you're in love whereas I am not,” Kol replied. He saw the couple pull away from each other and his eyes went wide when he saw the girls face under the yellow glow of the streetlights. He grabbed Rebekah's wrist and stopped her from going anywhere. “My, my, looks like our niece has been keeping a secret from us, our dear brother is not going to be pleased.”
Rebekah looked over at the couple and her eyes went wide too when she saw her niece, then she saw the man who was with her and her jaw clenched. “Nik is definitely not going to be happy considering that's Jackson Kenner she's kissing.”
Kol wasn't pleased about that. “No he is not and neither am I,” Kol inputted. “Our darling niece certainly is a rebellious one. Of all people we could catch her kissing, it's the werewolf Jackson bloody Kenner.”
You pecked Jackson on the lips one last time and then the two of you said goodnight before you went your separate ways. You couldn't seem to wipe away the smile off your face as you walked the last block to your home, you were so lucky to have Jackson in your life. He was your sanctuary, your happy place, your forbidden fruit. As you walked down the streets, you heard something move behind you, but when you turned around there was nothing there. “Great, I'm getting scared by what's probably a stray cat now,” you grumbled to yourself. When you turned around, you were met with the faces of Kol and Rebekah. “Bloody hell, you scared me,” you gasped, putting your hand over your heart.
“Well, if it isn't our darling niece. What are you doing out at this time, Y/N? We haven't seen you all day,” Rebekah said.
“I've just been out, thought I'd have a me day,” you lied.
“A me day? Really? Is that why we just saw you kissing Jackson Kenner?” Kol questioned.
Your heart stopped in your chest when Kol said that. Oh no, you'd been caught. “What? I, uh,” you stuttered.
“Oh, wait 'till your father hears about this, darling,” Kol replied, linking his arm with Y/N's, Rebekah doing the same thing on her other side before they started walking down the street with her.
“Please, you can't tell my dad, he'll kill Jack and I can't have that,” you pleaded. They seemed to ignore your pleas and continued walking towards home with you. Great, just great. This is not the way you wanted your family to find out about you and Jackson.
Klaus was sat in the living room with Hope on his knee, Elijah was sat opposite him on the armchair with a book in his hand. Freya was next to him showing Hope a butterfly she had made appear, Hayley was out for the night, and Marcel had just arrived and was waiting for Rebekah to get back. “I wonder where your sister is, little wolf,” he said to Hope, smiling at her when she smiled at him. He hadn't seen Y/N since this morning when she said she was going out. Then, as if on cue, she came through the door with Kol and Rebekah. “Ah, there you are, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. His smile faltered when he saw the fear in her Y/E/C eyes. “What's going on?”
“Go on, tell him, Y/N,” Rebekah insisted.
Klaus handed Hope to Freya and stood up from the couch. He waited for Freya to leave the room to put Hope in bed before speaking. “Tell me what?”
You pulled your arms out of Kol and Rebekah's grips and glared at them before looking at your dad. “Nothing, there's nothing to tell you,” you lied. You went to move past him to go upstairs to your room but were soon stopped by him gently grabbing your arm, stopping you from going anywhere.
“Sweetheart, you better tell me what's going on. I'd say from the looks on Kol and Rebekah's faces that there's something you're not telling me,” Klaus said. Y/N just shook her head and told him it was nothing.
“Fine, if you're not going to tell him, I will,” Kol said. He got a pleading look from Y/N, but he ignored that. He did feel a little bit bad, but he couldn't have his niece running around with a werewolf. “While Rebekah and I were walking down the street, we caught or darling Y/N kissing Jackson Kenner.”
“What? That better be a bloody lie,” Klaus barked. No way was he having his daughter run around and date a werewolf. “Are you crazy? He's a werewolf. He could kill you when he turns. You call him and you end it. Now.”
“No,” you hissed, ripping your arm from his grip. “I've been with Jack through the past seven full moons and he has never once harmed me. He wouldn't do that to me.”
“My dear, why didn't you tell us?” Elijah asked. “I would usually be on your side with things like this, but this is Jackson we're talking about, he's not exactly the best choice for you.”
You scoffed out a laugh. “Why didn't I tell you? This is exactly why I didn't tell you. I knew that if I told you about me and Jack that you would all freak out and be your usual overprotective selves because apparently, I can't do anything in my life without one of you doing something to ruin it. I'm not going to let that happen this time, not with Jack. I love him, can't you just allow me that bit of happiness?”
“You're too young to know what being in love feels like, sweetheart,” Klaus told her. He did not want his daughter with a werewolf who could turn around and kill her at any moment. He sent Kol a look and watched as his brother quickly and quietly left. Yes, he and his siblings did tend to be overprotective, but Y/N was the second youngest and all they wanted was for her to be safe. None of them could stand the thought of something happening to her. “If you don't call him right now, I'll take your phone and call him myself.”
“Too young? Are you kidding me? I don't know if you've noticed dad, but I'm 20 years old. Therefore, I can date who I want, even if it's someone you don't approve of,” you told him. “I am not going to break it off with Jackson.”
“Klaus,” Marcel piped up. “Maybe you should just let her be with him. Do you not remember when Rebekah and I first started dating? We did that behind your back, but you eventually came to accept it because you saw how happy Rebekah was with me. Can't you see how happy she is with him?”
You looked at Marcel and gave him a smile. At least he understood. You were about to thank him when the door crashed open and Kol came in, you hadn't even seen him leave. Your eyes went wide and you were filled with fear when you saw that he was dragging in Jackson by the collar of his shirt. “Jack,” you croaked, your voice full of worry and fear. You pushed past your father and Elijah to get to Jackson and pulled Kol's hand from his shirt. “Are you okay?” you asked, gently taking his face between your hands, your fingers gently running over the bruise that was forming on his cheek.
“Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine,” Jackson reassured her, putting his hands over hers. Kol had appeared in front of his car and when he stopped the car, Kol had dragged him out of the car, punched him in the face, and then brought him here.
“You won't be fine in a minute, mate,” Klaus said through clenched teeth as he stalked closer to Y/N and Jackson. “You picked the wrong girl to date. I can't allow you to date Y/N. So, you either break it off right here and now or I will have to tear your heart from your chest,” he threatened.
“I am not breaking up with her, Klaus,” Jackson replied.
“Well, looks like I'll have to tear your heart from your chest then,” Klaus told him. There was part of him that felt bad about doing this, but the larger part, the part of him that was a father and wanted to protect his little girl, wasn't going to stand for it.
At your father's words, you placed yourself in front of Jackson, protecting him with your body. You knew that no one in your family would dare to lay a finger on you, so this was the only way to ensure Jackson's safety. “I know you're protective, but killing him is a step too far. You want to kill him? Then you kill me.”
Freya had heard the entire situation and had decided that she was on Y/N's side for this. So, once she heard that Jackson was here, she left Hope who was now asleep and stood at the top of the stairs. She quietly did a spell that would knock out everyone but herself, Y/N, Jackson, and Marcel, since she knew he wouldn't stop them. She watched her family fall to the floor and when Y/N, Jackson, and Marcel looked up at her, she gave them a small smile. “You two should get out of here. I'll talk to them,” she told Y/N and Jackson. “Go, quickly. Get yourself somewhere safe, I'll let you know when it's safe to come home. I'll convince them to accept Jackson.”
“Thank you, Freya,” you and Jackson said. You gave her and Marcel smiles before leaving. “Okay, where are we going to go?”
“The Bayou. It's the only safe place. Your family won't come there,” Jackson replied.
So, you went to the Bayou with Jackson. You didn't know how long you'd have to stay there for, but you would stay there for as long as it was necessary. You hoped that with time, your family, especially your father, would be able to accept your relationship with Jackson.
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Dead? -Spencer Reid Imagine Part One
GIF IS NOT MINE!
Spencer Reid X Mikaelson!Hybrid!Reader
Criminal Minds X The Originals
(Summary: Three words, Dead. People. Walking? When a series of murders get linked to one thing in common, all the victims that were presumed dead got right up and walked out of the M.E’s office without a scratch. Reader is an witch and original vampire hybrid.)
Warnings: Swearing, again one word.
pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3
ALSO FROM THIS POINT ON I WILL BE WRITING IN FIRST PERSON BECAUSE WRITING YOU/YOUR IS WEIRD TO ME.
'Hotch says we have a case. Carpool?' 'Of course Spencer.' I text back. What would I do without Spencer Reid? I head out of bed and get ready. I step out of my apartment and get greeted by Spencer holding two coffee cups. "Here you go they didn't have your usual so I improvised. Hope you don't mind." He says kissing my head. "No problem. Do you have any idea on what the case is about?" I ask stepping into my car and start it up. "Not sure but Hotch said it was important." He says sipping on his coffee burning himself in the process. I hum in response and drive to Quantico to start off my day. I park my car and grab my coffee heading inside with Spencer. I enter the bullpen, set my stuff down and head to the debriefing room. "This one hits close to home baby BAU." I hear Garcia say as I enter the room. "What is it Pen?" I question. "Well hun this case is in New Orleans, Louisiana. Five people were found exsanguinated in the French Quarter. But the freaky flipping turn and twist is that once the M.E went to do what he does the bodies were not there anymore." Penelope says flipping through the pictures. "Excuse me for a second." I say standing up and head outside to call my older brother. "Elijah what is going on back home?" I immediately say. "I was just about to warn you our dearest Niklaus has gotten himself into what you would call a major problem. On something he swears he didn't do." Elijah responds. I rolled my eyes at his words of course it had to be Klaus. "Is everyone else okay?" I ask switching my tone of voice. "They are perfectly fine." He answers. I try to listen to what the team is talking about but I just hear Hotch say "Wheels up in 30.". I quickly shove my phone in my pocket as I see the team exit the room and head to grab my go bag. "Fill me in on the jet." I tell Spencer as we step into the elevator.
We step into the jet and settle down reviewing the files. "So what's the M.O?" Derek asks. "There's no racial preference or age preference on the victims. But none of them know their attacker. And the cause of death in all are blood loss like they were drained." Rossi says. "But if they were drained how are they walking now. It makes no sense." He continues. I look down at the file then stare out the window. Klaus what did you get us into? "You okay?" Spencer says sitting down next to me. "Yeah sort of. Stuff like this never happens in New Orleans." I lie. "Hey at least you can see your family." He says smiling at me. "Yeah hopefully." I smile softly looking out the window. "You can see them with me if you want too, Spence, they'll like you." I say turning towards him. "Are you sure? You've told me stories about your brother and sister. I seem so plain compared to what they've been through." He asks. I hear his heartbeat race. "Look Marcel and Davina will like you. They like everyone." I tell him resting my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes feeling bad for lying to him. I couldn't tell any of them I was a Mikaelson so I just told them I was a Gerard and that Marcel and Davina were my brother and sister. I shift to stare out the window. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.'We are thoroughly screwed -Rebekah.' I quickly type 'Why what happened?' 'Nik is out of his mind and quite frankly I'm not surprised seeing as he's costing us our secret.' She replies. 'I'll be there shortly make sure he doesn't kill.' I type back and shove my phone in my pocket.
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We enter the police station and a detective immediately walks up to us. "Hello I am Detective Mallory Greenwood." The lady says holding out her hand. "I'm SSA Hotchner, this is SSA Rossi, Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Gerard and Dr. Reid." He says introducing all of us. I wave at her she seems so familiar. We set up our stuff and start working. The detective comes into the room. "I have a hunch it can be a certain family. They cause so much trouble but are never caught." She says walking towards Reid and I. ``Okay we can use that but we won't go on it without sufficient evidence. Just tell us their names." I say smiling at her softly. "The Mikaelson family. They used to cause issues in this town but they have ties so it sweeps under the rug."She says looking at me intently. "How are you so sure?" I say glaring at her slightly. "Well bodies have popped up previously and they would be tied to the French Quarter then the Mikaelson household. Stuff like this used to happen back in an area they used to stay in, what was it called, right Mystic Falls it's near Quantico. Sad you guys haven't heard about them. Sheriff Matt Donovan knows a lot you can call him in." She says then exits the room. Spencer turns to me "That was weird." He says. I hum slightly at what he says. How dare she. "Hello? This is Dr. Spencer Reid and I'm calling about a series of killings that used to happen in Mystic Falls." Spencer says to his phone. "I will put you on speaker." Spencer says setting his phone down on the table, and puts his phone on speaker. "Okay Matt now." I say. "Y/N?" Matt says surprised. Spencer turns to me but I wave him off. "We went to high school together." I whisper to him. "Okay so what do you want to know?" Matt questions. "The names of the Mikaelson family. Specifically any of them who would potentionally commit serial crimes." I say. "That sounds like them all. Okay anything else?" He questioned. I can hear him enter a different room. "They would be close but far away from law enforcement." Spencer says. "That sounds vaguely of Klaus Mikaelson." Matt says, sighing. I tense up slightly, Spencer catching my movement immediately. "Are you-" He starts. "Thank you Matt, you've been a great help." I cut him off and walked out of the room. I walk through the station and head outside. I quickly pull out my phone and dial Klaus' number. "Sister, what occasion does this phone call assist?" He says answering. "You need to be careful Nik." I say quickly. "Great, you are finally up to speed. Will you be the magical sibling that believes me?" Klaus says bitterly. "I'm not going to say I believe you 100% Klaus but I will trust you if you say you didn't do it." I say sighing. "Who are you talking to?" I hear a voice say behind me, I immediately hang up the phone. "No one Detective." I say coming face to face with Detective Greenwood. "Look warning Klaus won't help." She says stepping towards me. "Capitis Dolorem.''She says, putting out her hand causing a searing pain to go through my head. I heal instantly but it continuously happens. She moves her hand down as I drop to my knees the pain slowly going away. "I know you're a Mikaelson hybrid, but do they know?" She says stepping in front of me. "What one are you? The werewolf original vampire or witch original vampire." She says. "The witch one which also means when this is over I won't need an invitation to kick your ass." I spat at her standing up and headed back inside. I immediately get pulled to the side. "Are you involved in this case personally?" Hotch says sternly. "No sir." I say quickly. "Reid asked Garcia to check the Mikaelson family and your name shows up." He says. "With all do respect Hotch my last name is Gerard yes I do know the Mikaelson family but not in the way you're accusing." I say walking away from him and enter the conference area of the station. “Could they be lying?” I hear JJ say to Hotch. “They can compromise the investigation if they're involved.” Hotch says. Fine, I won’t be a part of it. I quickly gather my stuff and look around to see if any of the team is looking at me. Everyone seems busy. I take out my badge and gun, setting it down on the table.I pull out my phone and call Rebekah and she answers surprisingly fast. “Yes?” She questions. “Meet me at the French Quarter in about five minutes.” I say before I hang up. I step outside and check my surroundings and check back, they are all still busy. I speed off to the French Quarter and wait for Rebekah. “Hello stranger.” I hear a voice say. “Hello blonde.” I say turning around to see Rebekah and immediately hug her. “What brings you here?” She asks letting me go. “I think our brother is being framed.” I tell her as we walk over to Rosseau’s for a quick drink.
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Worth It (The Prelude)
Worth It- Pt 1
Summary: The reader meets Marcel for the first time. This a prelude for the Worth It series.
Characters: Marcel x black!reader
A/N: I couldn’t get out of my head how the reader and Marcel first met, so I just had to write it. I think I love this series the most. I love writing for Marcel and I’ happy y’all are enjoying it too. I already got ideas for Part 3 so hopefully it’ll come out this week.
“Baby girl, you bet not be doing any magic in that shop of yours. Just sell your herbs and elixirs and go on about your day.” Your dad warned you for the fifth time today.
When you returned home yesterday, you learned that Marcel had forbidden the witches from doing any magic or there would be deadly consequences. Poor Ophelia didn’t believe him, and she paid for it with her life. Ever since then, the witches have been scared.
Hence, your parents nagging you about not using your powers. Naturally, you had a rebellious spirit and they knew that you would have no problem testing Marcel.
“Daddy, I promise.” You lied through your teeth. It may not be today, tomorrow, or anytime soon, but you knew eventually you’ll give into using your powers.
Before grabbing your keys, you kissed your mom and dad goodbye. “Be careful and no magic!” You heard right before the doors closed on them.
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“Oh wee, chile, I swear you’re a miracle worker,” Mrs. Jackson smiled as she wriggled her fingers around.
Laughing at the older woman, you handed her the mix of thunder god vine and eucalyptus. “No ma’am, I’m not. I just know what to mix to help that arthritis of yours.”
She hugged you and rocked you back and forth. “Either way, I don’t feel any pain and can move my fingers.” Mrs. Jackson checked her watch and quickly let go of you. “Oh, look at the time. I gotta go. Paula’s bringing my grandbaby over. Take care of yourself Y/N.”
“I will and remember apply the ointment twice a day!” You called out to her before she was out the door.
After, Mrs. Jackson you had a steady flow of customers until towards the end of the day. It was so slow you decided to close the shop early and head to Rousseau’s to have a drink with your sister. However, your new set of customers thwarted your plans.
“Took you long enough to show up,” you told Marcel and his gang.
“You were getting busy. Didn’t want the tourists to see all the commotion.”
Clasping your hands together and bashing your eyelashes, you replied with faux gratefulness, “Oh my god, how sweet.”
He smiled at your sarcasm, revealing a blinding smile. It was the type of smile that made girls swoon and weak in the knees. Too bad he was dick.
“You’re funny, but that’s not going to save you. I’m sure that the other witches told you that there is absolutely no magic to be done.”
Walking to where he was, you slapped his hand away from touching your herbs. His friends were about to attack you, but he held up his hand to stop them. “I know and I really don’t care about your stupid ass rules. If someone is in need, I’m helping them.”
Marcel looked at you curiously. Most of the witches he knows are only out for themselves and their coven. “So, who was worth your life?”
“Mrs. Jackson. She’s a seamstress and her granddaughter is deaf, so she uses ASL to communicate with her. But unfortunately, for Mrs. Jackson she’s has really bad arthritis, so I give her an ointment, but the pain relief spell helps a lot too; she doesn’t have to come here as often if I perform the spell. So, if you’re gonna kill me because I helped a sweet old lady keep her livelihood and talk to her only grandchild so be it. You’re the one that’ll have to live with that on your conscious, not me.” You knelt down before him to make the job easier for him. The other witches may live a life with fear, but you weren’t.
Looking at his friends, he wordlessly told them to leave your shop and they reluctantly obeyed. Diego and Thierry didn’t trust witches at all, and they didn’t want to leave Marcel alone with you, but they had no choice. Once his friends left, Marcel knelt down in front of you and lifted your chin, so your eyes could meet his brown ones. “You’re telling me that you cast a spell on a woman that makes her come to your shop less often. Doesn’t that make you lose money?”
“Its not about the money. Its about helping the people of New Orleans, specifically the brown ones. I can’t cure cancer, but I can lessen the pain and that’s more than our government is doing. Its more than you’re doing. You call yourself King of the Quarter, but who are you helping specifically? The vampires? Because last time I checked there’s more humans than vamps.” Self-preservation obviously wasn’t an attribute you had to be speaking to Marcel like this. Easily he could wrap his hands or sink his fangs into your neck, sucking the life out of you.
“Have dinner with me.” Marcel offered you. It’d been so long, since he’s been genuinely intrigued by a woman. Yeah, he’s slept with other women, but this was the first time in a long time he wanted to get to know a woman. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he knew he wanted to know more about you as soon as he laid his eyes on you. Even though, you greeted him with an attitude he knew there was a kind spirit in you.
Marcel was staring you down and it was beginning to be too much. His gaze was stirring things up that shouldn’t be stirred up at all. He was a vampire, you’re a witch, there should be no attraction at all, but damn it he had you interested.
To a degree you knew Marcel was good. He saved Davina Claire from being sacrificed during that Harvest Festival, which your momma called a bunch of nonsense and that’s why she don’t fool with those white witches. “They always wanna sacrifice somebody. Unless it’s the good Lord telling me to, which he ain’t done since Abraham, I ain’t killing nobody,” she would always say.
You took a good look at Marcel to assess if he had any ill-intentions towards you. He seemed that he didn’t, but you had to make sure. “Like eat dinner with you or be dinner for you?”
He laughed at you, big time. Your inflection, the look on your face, and body movements were hilarious. Marcel knew for sure he had to get to know you.
“Nigga, I’m serious! I know I look like a snack and all, but that’s not the way I prefer to be eaten.”
Marcel tongue darted out across his lips, which made you zero in on them. They were so damn kissable, that you had to stop yourself from leaning in once Marcel began talking again. “No, we’ll eat a dinner and I much rather have you for dessert anyway.” He said suggestively, licking his lips again.
Lips were moving, but no words were coming out. You must’ve looked like an idiot, but Marcel didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable being struck speechless for the first time during this encounter.
Lifting you to your feet, Marcel got within a tenth of a inch of your ear and whispered, “I‘ll pick you up at 8,” and just like that he left leaving you stunned.
Quickly, you pulled out your phone to text your sister.
YOU: Change of plans. Meet me at my house. I have a date!
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Bianca stood in front you, working here magic on your face. She was the best makeup artist in the state, and you got all her services for free and you earned it too; you were always her test subject.
“And he ain’t even ask you? Just told you what time he’ll pick you up without asking where you live.” She asked, waving the powder brush. In response, you shook your head yes and she kept going. “Whew, that’s some big dick energy!”
“I know, right?! If he hadn’t zoomed off, I probably would’ve given him the panties right then and there.” It was true. Marcel had a hold on you and you were sure you’d lose all common sense around him.
“I heard sex with a vamp is top tier. I’ve been trying to get at Diego, but he ain’t having it.” Bianca’s had a crush on Diego as long as he’s been in New Orleans and at first he was interested until he found out she was a witch.
“He’s just scared that’s all. Maybe he’ll come around.”
Bianca was applying the finishing touches when she went on a rant. “That’s what I told that nappy-headed ass nigga! I told him stop being scary because the only thing that’s gonna put a spell on him is this pussy!” She stuck her tongue out like her idol, Cardi B and you joined in with her laughter.
“Oh, look at my big sis, looking all fine.” Turning you around to face the mirror, Bianca revealed her handiwork. She kept your face to a light beat, going for the natural look, highlighting your best features.
Shooting out of your seat, you hugged her thanking her profusely. “Girl, ain’t no problem. You know it ain’t hard to make you look beautiful. Now turn Marcel back to the dark side.” You furrowed your eyebrows at her, you had no idea what she was talking about. She leaned into you and whispered like you weren’t in the privacy of your home. “He’s known for dating white girls. Rumor has it he dated Rebekah Mikaelson back in the day.”
The knock on the door stopped you from asking anymore questions. Damn a nigga for being on time.
On the other side of the door, stood a delicious looking Marcel Gerard with a bouquet of Swamp Azaleas. “I heard these are your favorites,” he handed you the flowers, but Bianca took them instead.
“They are. Now, don’t have her back until the sun is up. Good night!” She pushed you out the door so hard that you stumbled into Marcel’s embrace and god did he smell good and felt even better.
Feeling like you were overstaying your welcome in his arms, you tried to pull away, but he pulled you back. “No, I like how you feel in my arms.” For a while, Marcel just held you until you reminded him you would like to go on the date and for the first time you noticed a nervous smile from him. “Sorry, I just get caught up in you,” he stated, before he escorted you down to his car.
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Thank god, Marcel didn’t take you to an overpriced date. He could tell that you enjoyed the simpler things in life and took you to a local restaurant. It required you to dress nicely, but not like if you were dining at a Michelin star restaurant.
The conversation never got dull and he never got insulted by the jokes you cracked about him unlike some of your previous dates. What you truly bonded over was your love for New Orleans. There was no place like NOLA and even if you visited other cities, states, and countries, New Orleans would always be your number one love. It was the same way for Marcel.
The only thing you disagreed on was how to run the city, but it wasn’t a disrespectful debate. He even challenged your thoughts by bringing up that you weren’t heavily involved with the coven, so why fight for them so hard. The man was good, but you couldn’t let him know that.
Dinner was coming to an end and you couldn’t help but think about what Bianca said about Marcel dating white women. You knew she didn’t mean it as malicious, but it was causing doubts in your head. If it was true, then you were shit out of luck because you were far from his usual dates.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Nothing. What makes you say that?”
“Your eyes.” He pointed to your irises, holding out his forkful of dessert for you to taste. The mix of warm, gooey brownies with ice cream, whipped cream, walnuts, and chocolate syrup had you moaning and rocking back and forth in happiness. “That right there is what I’m talking about. Your eyes are so expressive you can’t hide what you’re feeling. That’s why I knew you would go on a date with me, you felt the same attraction I did. So, I’ll ask one more time, what’s going on in that head of yours.” This time you could tell by his tone that a nothing wouldn’t suffice.
“Do you typically date black girls?” The words were so jumbled together that Marcel almost didn’t catch the question.
A slow smile crept on his face once it did register and he gripped your hand and rubbed small circles into it. “Thinking back on it, my more recent partners have been white, but don’t let it get twisted, I will always love black women.”
Satisfied with his answer, you let the topic go. Easily, y’all finished dessert and then went out to walk down Bourbon street. Marcel let you pulled him into dancing when you heard the familiar sounds of Zydeco. He kept up even when they switched up to bounce music and you began twerking on him.
Unfortunately, the night had to come to the end. Marcel walked you back to your front door and you both just stood there not wanting to end the date. “Want to come inside?”
“I can’t,” he replied. Your mood immediately saddens at the rejection and you turned the doorknob to go inside, but Marcel closed it. “You and these damn eyes,” he murmured. “Its not that I don’t want to come inside. Its that you have work in the morning and we both know if I come inside, you won’t get any sleep.”
“Oh,” you deeply sighed at his explanation. Now you had to try to get him inside somehow.
“Its not happening, so get those dirty thoughts out of your mind.” He smirked at you, loving how emotive you were. “But if you let me, I can kiss you.”
Eagerly, you shook your head yes and he chuckled at you. Marcel grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you closer. His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes repeatedly, just making the tension that much more intense. He finally descended his lips onto yours, releasing you from that torture and bringing you into bliss. His lips were softer than you imagined, his beard tickled your face, but you loved it.
Remembering that you needed to breath, Marcel reluctantly pulled away with a small bite to your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered opened and there was no denying the lust in them. Marcel leaned his forehead against yours and whispered into your ear, “You’re going to ruin me.”
You weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or you, but you responded either way. “I’ll be worth it,” and you went inside leaving both you and Marcel frustrated.
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