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Making Her Mine
Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...
Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff
Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander
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A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!
Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.
Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."
You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.
Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.
She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."
Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"
"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"
"A cure for vampirism."
"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."
She looked at April. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you asked me to take notes."
Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.
At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.
Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."
"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"
Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"
No answer. "Guys...?"
Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"
No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."
Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."
You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...
You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...
"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.
He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."
Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"
Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."
It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."
"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.
"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.
You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...
It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.
Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.
Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.
Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.
Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.
Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.
You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.
You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"
She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."
You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.
"Alright, would you like to come in?"
She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.
"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."
You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."
"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.
You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.
"But why?"
"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."
"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."
"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Nothing cheesy."
"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."
She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".
"Come on,"
You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.
Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.
The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.
You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.
About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.
An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.
She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.
It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.
It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.
Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.
"That was..." you began, panting.
"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.
Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.
The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.
She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."
You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.
Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.
She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.
The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.
"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"
"Touch me!"
"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .
Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.
"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.
You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.
You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.
"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.
Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.
You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.
"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.
"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.
"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"
You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...
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Orange, White and Dark Rosé | Rebekah Mikaelson
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summary: with cancer slowly eating you alive, you come back to school to see a beautiful girl that has started to make you question everything you thought you knew
pairing: fem! reader x rebekah mikaelson
words: 3.9k
a/n: for my girl kissers!! <33 also i believe this is my longest fic yet… NOT PROOFREAD
You’ve had the worst few months of your life. What started out as a simple cough became more painful throughout the weeks. Each cough as though your lungs were torn from your chest, no air to keep you breathing. Night sweats became drowning; difficulty swallowing became not eating at all.
‘You have pleural mesothelioma, Miss Blanchard.’ The words the doctor uttered still so freshly imprinted on your mind. He continued moving his lips but nothing but inaudible muffles penetrated your ears as the sound of your own heartbeat filled your empty void.
Several nights after your diagnosis you woke up. The air drained from your lungs as fluid started to build up between your lungs and chest wall. The sensation of drowning without water in sight. It was a nightmare. Your body turning on you, ready to take you away despite the care you took to look after it.
Following those events you were pulled out of school, your parents worried sick as their daughter was at risk for involuntary death any minute of any day. The feeling of loneliness only increasing as you spent most days alone in your room; on the chair at your therapist's office; or the dining table chair, eyes piercing through you as you tried to make conversation about anything else but your cancer.
‘Do you need help cutting the chicken?’, ‘Need more water?’, ‘Leave the dishes, sweetheart. Your dad and I’ll get to them.’
Your cancer not only took your life but your maturity, letting people treat you like a damsel in distress, needing help with everything when you wish you could just forget everything bad for one day and live as normally as you could, one day at a time.
‘I’m going back to school,’ you said, placing your cutlery down on the dinner mat, staring onto your plate as you could hear the chewing of rubbery green beans stop.
Your mother grabbed her glass of wine, clearing her throat and washing it down all at once. Your father stared at your mother as she tried to find words that reflected her wish to protect you and to keep you as comfortable as possible.
‘I’m sorry, darling, you said you wanted to go back to school?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can I ask what brought this sudden request.’ She neatly folded her ageing hands underneath her chin, her eyes resting on you as your father’s eyes jumped from frame to frame, unsure what to say.
‘I just want to live as normal as possible,’ you let out a sigh, ‘I miss my friends, I miss having to do stuff, I miss…I can’t believe I’m saying this,’ you chuckled, feeling heat rush through your face. ‘I miss homework. School assignments, presentations, stuff I hated before but made me normal. A normal girl living a boring life. I’m missing my chance at a full life just because of this cancer I’m sure will rob me even further as time passes. I need to be able to feel like I belong somewhere despite…all this.’
Their eyes stayed focused on you, soft eyebrows trying to interpret what you needed the most in a time where everything slowly started to deteriorate.
‘Have you thought about what your school life would be like now, Y/n?’ Your father engulfed your hands, his thumb rubbing circles as he often did. ‘You would need to carry around an oxygen tank in case of an emergency. You complained every day that the school day was hard and now it will be three times that of before. I understand where you're coming from but I need you to know what decision you are making…Your mother and I only want what’s best for you and if that is going back to school so be it. But we will have to make sure you are okay at all times.’
‘I really do want to go back…’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes.’
‘Fine,’ your mother took your other free hand. ‘You can go back to school. But promise us that when things get hard that you will tell us and may have to take a step back from school again.’
‘I promise.’ You smiled at them, squeezing their hands tight. ‘I will accept my limits when they come.’
The very next week you stood back on the familiar ground of Mystic Falls High; home to the timberwolves. The bell you dreaded every morning , rather wanting to exchange gossip with Elena and Caroline. However that particular morning you have never felt more excited to walk through the halls. Hallways you haven’t seen in a few months. Faces of fellow students.
Walking through the door you noticed a heap of pitiful glances, welcome backs, get well soons and prayers. It wasn't unusual for everyone to know what had happened to you, Mystic Falls was a small town after all. Their words of condolences were sweet. You cherished them. But when you live on limited time, burned out hope and terminal cancer with a survival rate of 9.6%, it was hard to pretend like you would get better when their words could easily be uttered to a person that simply caught the common cold. Nothing could fix you. The only thing you had were fifteen months to make sure to drain every last drop of experiences life has to offer. No prayers, no words of the world could help—only medicine could. And even that was a shot in the dark. Caroline had offered her vampire blood to you on more than one occasion, but you were convinced that it wouldn’t help so you declined it over and over again, continuing to deny the chance at a normal life that you craved more than anything.
Heading towards your locker, you placed your emergency oxygen tank inside, the dust of month’s absences piling on old books you had left behind the day the cough became too unbearable.
Closing the door you made your way to your first class of the day; history taught by Mr. Saltzman. Bracing yourself to walk into a room full of eyes, you noticed that the classroom was empty for the exception of a girl. She was beautiful. The type of beautiful you would see beyond your day, wondering whether or not you would see them again. She had light hair, almost as white as her skin that bore freckles across the apples of her cheeks and nose that stuck between pages of a book that let her long black lashes show. Full lips pursed, knitted eyebrows framing her face.
‘I’m sorry,’ you felt rude for interrupting her obvious devotion to studying. ‘Is this history with Mr. Saltzman?’
‘Yes.’ She answered boorishly, eyes stuck on the pages, rushing her words as she paid no attention to you.
‘Where is everyone?’ God you were embarrassed to disrupt her again.
‘How would I know?’ She sighed, finally looking up. Her blue eyes locking with yours as you appreciated her beauty, wishing you looked like her. To be so flawless.
‘Oh, I’m sorry—I just—ehm, it’s kind of my first day back in a few months and the lack of students is making me doubt if I am in fact in the right room…’
‘No, this is the correct room,’ she stopped looking at her notes, her crystal eyes glued to your face as you continued to study her details. ‘So you went here before then?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why did you stop?’
‘Got sick.’ You pressed your lips together, sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans that clung to your thighs.
‘What sickness?’ She asked with a genuine look of interest, almost as if it were her first time encountering a sick person. Lucky her.
‘Cancer.’
‘Ohh,’ she puckered up her lips, squinting at you, her words confusingly sounding concerned and uninterested. ‘That sucks.’
‘Yeah,’ you breathed, the continuous standing started to make itself known as your shoulders started to feel lighter. ‘It sucks.’
‘Well you are free to sit next to me. I don’t tend to be liked by most.’ Her pearly teeth peaked between dark roseish lips. ‘I’m Rebekah by the way,’
‘Y/n,’ you smiled back. ‘Nice to meet you.’
Walking over to sit down next to her, the sudden sound of familiar voices washed over you as Caroline and Elena came through the entrance, their eyes widening as soon as they saw you standing back in the classroom that had felt your absence the past months.
‘Y/n, oh my god!’ They almost shouted in union as they sprinted to hug you tight, their arms merging into your back as you reunited with your friends. No hospital visits or phone calls, just friends seeing each other in school like you always have.
‘Come sit with us!’ Caroline dragged you towards the front of the room, your eyes turning back to Rebekah who had observed your encounter with the girls, her eyes smiling back at you, her spark diminished as you parted from her.
In your next class you saw Rebekah again.
Again sitting alone at the dissecting table and when you made up your mind to sit next to her, Rebekah noticing your upcoming footsteps, Elena and Caroline barged through the door like they had before. Pulling you towards the opposite end of where she was sitting, her seat staying vacant as her eyes continued to find you throughout the lesson.
‘Rebekah, wait!’ You called after her, the last sound of the bell signalling the end of the school day.
Rebekah turned around, her blonde hair framing her face. Strands of hair blowing across her face, caught amongst her lashes. The sun reflecting on her skin.
‘About your offer to sit next to you,’ you lifted your arm to block the blazing sun. ‘I would like it if you held that spot for me tomorrow. If you still want me to sit next to you…’
‘Sure, it’s not like it’ll be occupied anytime soon. It’s yours to take.’
‘Okay then…’
‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/n, okay?’
‘Sure, yeah totally,’ you cleared your throat as you mentally prepared for the criticism you were about to hold above your head. ‘See you tomorrow.’
Rebekah gave you a last smile, ‘Bye.’
‘Bye,’ you whispered, her feet already taking off towards the other side of your way home, leaving behind a manipulative smell of vanilla and macadamia nut, that you swore was the nicest fragrance you had smelled in a long time.
The next day you came walking back through the class again, finding Rebekah by herself at her assigned spot, her hand swiftly moving across her page.
‘Good morning, Y/n.’ She greeted, her eyes never leaving her paper.
‘How could you tell it was me?’
‘I smelled your strawberry perfume before you even entered the room,’ she finally lifted her head to reveal her face.
‘Do you like it?’ What is wrong with me?????
‘I do.’ Nevermind.
‘You don’t mind if I keep my word, right?’ You eyes up the chair next to her, waiting for her response, silently hoping that no one would barge in to seat you away from her.
‘Feel free to use all the space you need.’
You chuckled, letting your feet carry you to the table next to her, her familiar scent back in your memory as you took out your school supplies, feeling her gaze on you.
‘So,’ you turned your head to her body already turned towards you. ‘Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before?’
‘Yeah, I am. I moved here a couple of weeks ago. My brother has been here for a month now and I wanted a change of scenery.’ She let out a breath. ‘There’s only so much of New Orleans you can take.’
‘New Orleans? That is very different from Mystic Falls…’ You raised your eyebrows with a grin, your armpit resting over the back of the chair, legs crossed, turned towards her. ‘Do you like it here?’
‘So far I do…’ Rebekah glanced at you, a shimmer of light swimming amongst her pale eyes.
‘That’s good…’ You stared back because it was the only thing you could do.
Her hand reached for your hair, taking a strand of it and twirling it around her index finger, gently laying the curls heated with her body temperature on your shoulder, ‘You have really nice hair.’
‘Thank you,’ you felt a rush of heat make its way to your cheeks, your stomach starting to feel queasy as you let her words repeat in your mind. ‘I love your— well actually everything about you is really beautiful.’
‘You are too kind.’
‘I wouldn’t lie.’
‘I know you’re not.’
‘Good…’ Your eyes couldn’t part from her, her face burned into the back of your mind, still wanting to stare at her as long as you could. Her smile bringing warmth to you.
‘I wouldn’t lie either,’ she repeated.
‘Good.’
The teacher came in, disturbing the awful long eye contact, both cleared by loud coughs, Rebekah and your eyes settling to the front of the class; no more looks being exchanged for the rest of the lesson, though you fought the urge to catch a glimpse.
‘Do you have anything planned today?’ Rebekah and you walk out of the building, the school day coming to an end as grey clouds started to gather above you.
‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘Would you like to come over to mine?’ She turned her face to you. ‘We could watch a movie, bake something, I don’t know. Do something typical for a teenage girl.’
Typical for a teenage girl. Normalcy. She treated you normally. Never once mentioning the fact you were sick or if you were okay with it. She treated you like an equal.
‘I would love to.’ You replied, feeling glad that a person could forget about everything shitty in your life and talk to you like you were just like them.
Rebekah drove you to her home, finding out that she had a rather large heep in possession. The kind of car you’d take to the beach on an early summer morning; running towards the cold water as sand stuck to your naked skin. Rebekah was a good driver, unlike your father that made you glad that you had health insurance…
Seemingly arriving at her house, a big mansion greeted you. Surrounded by trees, a long driveway leading to the mansion’s entrance.
‘This is your house?’ You asked, eyes glued onto the building, imagini how many room it must’ve had. How many square feet it covered.
‘Yes.’
‘It’s so nice.’
‘I know,’ she chuckled, unbuckling her seatbelt. ‘I have to admit that my brother does have great taste when it comes to architecture. Suppose it’s his only good trait.
‘You have a brother?’
‘Too many…’
You let out a laugh, you too unbuckled your seatbelt to step out of her car, feeling so small as you walked towards the door. The interior of the house was just as beautiful. Simple yet classy Rebekah threw her keys onto one of the dressers that stood by the door and told you to follow her, your head turning left and right, mesmerised by everything you took in.
‘Rebekah.’ You suddenly heard a male voice call from behind you. He had a nice accent just like she did.
‘What, Nik?’ She didn’t sound too happy to see him.
‘Aren’t you going to introduce me?’
‘This is Y/n from school. Don’t eat her, she has cancer.’
You listened to her with a quizzical look on your face, looking at her as she mirrored your expression.
‘What?’ She asked.
‘Vampire?’ You asked.
‘Yeah.’
‘Hmm,’
‘You don’t seem surprised…’
‘I have lived in Mystic Falls all my life,’ you let out a jestful breath. ‘Nothing surprises me anymore.’
‘Well,’ his voice made you turn your back on Rebekah, his tone full of pride and confidence, ‘welcome to my humble abode.’
‘Humble is a great word to describe all of this,’ you grinned, looking at the room once more. ‘But it is really nice. You have good taste.’
‘I know I do. Best get going then,’ he pointed towards Rebekah whose facial expressions couldn’t have made it clearer that she wanted to get away from him.
‘Nice to meet you.’
‘You too.’
You paced towards Rebekah who told you to follow her, different hallways leading towards a really nice kitchen.
She grabbed all the ingredients that you thought was going to make a cake and watched as her eyes crinkled, so focused on finding everything that you needed.
‘Are we making a cake?’
‘We are,’ she snuck a quick grin, her head pack in the cabinet searching for a baking tin.
‘What type of cake?’
‘Well,’ she resurfaced, placing the tin on the counter, her cheeks lightly flushed. ‘I kind of asked Elena what your favourite cake was and she said your favourite was a lemon cake, so we are going to make that. Unless she lied…’
‘No, no,’ you tried hiding a grin, fingers picking at your palm. ‘It is my favourite.’
‘Good.’ Rebekah exclaimed, almost throwing the flour at you. ‘You'll do dry and I’ll do the wets.’
Continuing to make the cake, Rebekah was whisking the cake batter enthusiastically, dancing along to Stacy’s Mom that blasted through the stereo. Carelessly throwing her limbs up and down, swaying her head with the biggest grin you had ever seen…She was so beautiful
‘Oh,’ Rebekah gasped, your mouth widening in shocked as wet drops of batter landed on your face, Rebekah accidentally swinging the wrong arm to the rhythm.
You let out a giggle, trying to swipe away the batter but it was no ise. Every stroke just spreading it more evenly across your face. ‘Shit.’
‘Here I got it,’ she set aside the bowl and came closer, placing her thumb on your cheek, getting the batter on her finger, her eyes momentarily longing on you. She retracted her thumb and licked off the excess, eyes never breaking contact.
You stared at her for what felt like forever, captivated by her face; her eyes, her lips, all whispering to you that you should come closer. You leaned in, your heart beating so powerfully you ought to stop, exhaustion that came with the sickness. But you didn’t. Neither did she. Her breath ricocheted off your cheeks, her glimmering eyes infatuating yours as you could feel your lips take the lead but before your skins touched, a loud opening of the door made you jump back, looking back at what had caused you to separate.
‘What do you want, Elijah?’ Rebekah asked forcefully, the older man’s eyes glimpsing at both you and her
‘Do I need to want something walking around in my house?’
You observed the two, their banter making it clear that he too must be one of the ‘too many’ brothers she had talked about.
Feeling queasy, you quickly said goodbye to Rebekah and Elijah, telling them you weren’t feeling too well, a perk when being the teenager with cancer. Everyone at all times will believe it.
You had to get away from Rebekah. She was clouding your mind and falling for a girl wasn’t supposed to happen. You’ve been with a guy or two and those feelings you felt when you were around them, you recognised as the image of her resurrected itself in your mind. You liked her, but you couldn’t like her. At least not right now.
‘I’m home!’ You called into the house, the smell of grilled eel filtering through the air: your favourite.
‘We’re in the kitchen!’
You placed your backpack next to the stairs, ready to take them to your room once you were done with dinner. Entering the kitchen you saw your mother plate the last of the cut up eel pieces onto the plate, placing it on the table with some salads and rice. Your father stood by the kitchen aisle making some mocktails from his newly purchased mocktail cookbook thing you got him recently.
After dinner you went up to your room, putting the oxygen tube on your face as today’s exhaustion came running to you. Thinking back on the moments that increased your heartbeat.
‘Honey, are you okay?’ You heard your father’s footsteps approaching your room, leaning against the door frame.
‘Yeah,’ you nodded, glancing at your oxygen tank. ‘Hard day. Have to catch my breath. Literally.’
He chuckled, coming in to hug you. ‘Just make sure to tell us once you’ve reached your limit, okay? I know you like to act tough and pretend that you can still keep up but you need to have a reality check. You’re not the same as before and that’s okay. No one is trying to put you in a box. You just need to accept that certain limits cannot be reached anymore…’
‘Yeah I know, dad. I know. It’s just hard having to turn my back on my past life.
The next few weeks Rebekah and you pretended like the moment back at her house didn’t happen. Continuing to sit next to each other in class, meeting at each other’s houses or going out in town.
It was easier ignoring the moment than trying to talk about it because if you were being honest, what would you even say? You liked her as a friend. Nothing more. You’ve known her for less than a month so how could your heart possibly flutter at the thought of her touch on your skin.
Then you were invited to the Mikaelson ball, a card delivered to your doorstep. On the back Rebekah’s writing said, to meet her there to clear stuff up.
So when Friday came, you managed to find a dress and head towards the mansion you had previously entered before. Only this time you were hooked to oxygen after a water build up episode that caused your lungs to fill with water.
Arriving at the mansion you were greeted by servants who took your coat, without looking, wanting to grab your tank thinking it was luggage. ‘I’ll be needing this…’
‘Hi.’
You turned around, already knowing whose soft voice it belonged to.
‘Hi.’
‘You look gorgeous.’ She awed in amazement.
‘You too.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Oh, yeah,’ you noticed her lingering stare on your tank. ‘Lungs filled with water. Nothing crazy.’
‘We need to talk. I’m sorry.’
‘No I’m sorry.’ You said.
‘For what.?’
Compelled in the moment you pulled the last of your confidence together and stepped closer to Rebekah, who looked unsure of what you were about to do. ‘For this.’ You placed your lips on Rebekah’s, gently kissing her lips as a thousand thoughts filled your mind, all screaming to stop, but you didn’t want to.
Rebekah’s hand found your face as she deepened the kiss,careful not to tangle the oxygen tube.
You’ve never felt this way before. You thought Rebekah was just the type of pretty you wanted to be, not knowing that she was just someone you wanted to be with. And with dying time there wasn’t another person you would rather kiss other than her.
The start of a short love story; the dead and dying.
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Hello, can you do a one shot where the reader befriends Klaus just to get close to Rebecca, who actively accepts her advances and much moooooore over time?
No getting rid of me now
Becoming Klaus’ friend was a hassle enough.
He was paranoid and narcissistic.
However as soon as he trusted me, it was far too easy to see her every day.
He was constantly needing my opinions, my judgement on his plans and situations. And she was often there, just being an extra pair of eyes, throwing in her judgement every now and then and laughing something I said.
It didn’t take too long to become friends with Rebekah, her inviting me on shopping trips or spa days. Of course the best days were when she wanted to go lingerie shopping and needed my opinion.
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She did a little turn before putting her hands on her hips. The floral jade-green set hugging her figure tightly.
My tongue darted to to wet my lips as I did her a once over.
“What d’ya think?” She asked, her bright eyes shining back at me
I blinked at her a few times, my mouth failing to form words making me nod enthusiastically with a blush covering my face. She smiled widely and turned around to look in the mirror, her ass in display for my greedy eyes making me let out a breath and stand up.
“You think so? I mean it’s a little small, don’t you think?” She asked, her hands grasping her own breasts through the undergarments and pushing them together.
I bit my tongue before clearing my throat
“I think it’s meant to be a little…tight” I murmured before moving infront of her and adjusting the material over her breasts. When I looked back to her eyes they were dark, her lips parted and her cheeks pinker, contrasting with the shade of her lingerie, I could only hope that I was the only one receiving that look.
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Klaus picked up on my little obsession crush on his sister and found it rather amusing.
He often pointed out things he knew she would appreciate me getting her
“If anyones going to be with my sister, I don’t mind it being you love”
And once Klaus was on board it was much easier to get her.
Rebekah’s the kind of girl who thrives on the chase, she wants to be a prize to be won. She wants to prove she’s my first choice and I was all the more glad to show her.
Gifts were simple, even though she had everything already, any clothing or jewellery I got for her became her favourite thing to wear.
Stocking her up on her favourite perfume earned me and squeal and a kiss of the cheek.
Something as simple as aa sugar ring donut would have her launching into my arms.
The Mikaelsons as a family were rather touch starved, I had already learnt that as part of being Klaus’s now best friend. Whenever something awful had happened, despite his screaming and yelling for me to get out of his house, all he really wanted was a hug.
Rebekah was no different, bad day? Come here, we’ll snuggle and watch movies.
Someone said something mean? Okay we’ll go shopping just give me a second while i send an address to Klaus
She was like a cuddly cat, always wanted to be on me, touching me, wanted help with her hair or her dresses.
Especially when it was a special occasion, like a ball or a gala.
She needed me every step of the way.
And more often or not, while i would be zipping up her dress, I would find my lips sucking soon to be healed marks into her skin. Her head back to give me more access while she brought my hand round to her chest.
And throughout the ball, her eyes were always on me and mine on her.
But I made sure not to ask her to dance, she had to do that bit. I wanted her to come to me.
Klaus said it was always most amusing when she would come to him aimlessly panicking that I would say no and he’d have to literally push her into me so she’d have to say something.
And the night after I had finally gotten her in my bed, fingers deep inside her while I sucked on her tits and she yelled my name, Klaus simply gave me a smirk and a childish high five as an official welcome to the family.
There was no getting rid of me now I had her.
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I think I worded it better lol
How you think Rebekah Mikaelson would react to the girl she keeps rejecting (who always gives Beks princess treatment and her undivided attention) suddenly being super nice to Elena
𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖍 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓
"Hi, Bex" you grin, sitting next to the blonde. It was history class, first period, and the only seat next was the one left next to her because she glared at everyone else that dared to try. Not so secretly, you want her, and also not so secretly, she wants you. But Rebekah likes to be chased, she likes to be pampered, and she likes to make life hard. So though she also wanted you and enjoyed any previous advances you had given her, she was going to play hard to get.
"You again? Won't you ever learn to bugger off?" she huffs, turning away to hide her small smile at your presence. You catch the smile, though, and decide to play along despite the small pang in your chest.
"Never. What would i do without my favourite original by my side to talk to, hm?"
"Oh shush, Mr. Saltzman's starting his lesson, now let me borrow a pen"
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This same back and forth continued between Rebekah and yourself for a few more days now and you stupidly began to think she would start being nice back. You shared your lunch, met when she called, watched her cheer leading try outs like she requested, even tied her laces for her once. And yet, today it seemed like it was going backwards.
"Oh go away, would you. You and-" Rebekah started, about to rant about the 'bloody Salvatores' and 'whiney Elena' but when she turned around to give you a practiced scowl she was met with the sight of you actually walking away.
The smile hidden under her grimace disappeared, wiped cleanly off of her face. Instead, a blank expression laid there, with eyes wide in surprise.
What was more surprising, though, was when you didn't show up for her practice. She no longer felt the need to show Caroline up, and slunk to the back of the group to peer at the stands.
Even more so, when she didn't see you sat next to her usual spot in history class. Instead at the front, doodling in your notebook.
Okay, so maybe it hurt a little. But she got what she asked for, right?
But what actually made her react was getting to the bonfire, expecting to speak to you and bicker - to hash it all out and move along - only to see you laughing with... Elena??
The two of you just looked like peas in a pod, giggling together and reminiscing about when you were closer as kids, when it was all less complicated. And then... and then you shared a smore. Like actually bit into the same one as that - that bitch!
And Rebekah was seething. Not that she really had any right to be.
And so she marched right up there, arms crossed in discontent, "A word, please?" and yet her tone indicated the 'please' was more of a 'get your arse up now'. And so, with a huff of annoyance and a shrug from you, Elena stood up to follow Rebekah. "Not you, you pest" she glared. Elena only looked to you with worry.
Brushing it off, you stood and followed Rebekah.
"What on earth has gotten into you lately? You've-" The blonde girl begins after sputtering for a few seconds
"I thought you wanted to be left alone bex, isn't that what you always tell me? To 'bugger off'?" and she has to hold back a wince at the way her own words are thrown back at her. "You asked to be left alone, and im leaving you alone. Is that all?"
"No that's not all!"
"Then what, hm?"
"Then... then-" she surges forward, kissing you deeply. "That, that's what!" she says angrily. "I'll see you Monday, in your normal seat, thank you very much" she turns to storm away, pointedly ignoring the hammering in her chest and the butterflies in her belly
"Okay" you whisper, fingers ghosting over your lips, mouth still tingling from the feel of hers. "See you Monday"
And that Monday she decides that maybe it's time to switch the narrative. Maybe its time for her to be attentive to you.
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can you do Rebekah headcanons? friends to lovers, maybe?
friends to lovers with rebekah...
rebekah masterlist
when our bex first saw you, she was captivated
and that's an understatement
not only was she gobsmacked by your beauty, but her jaw was on the floor when she got to know you
you were exactly what she thought of when she imagined what it would be like to be human again
you were kind, selfless, loyal and honest
you were everything she wanted to be and her heart practically burst
you were one of the few people in mystic falls who saw that klaus had controlled her for centuries, and that she just wanted to live a normal life and be truly free
so you did as much as you could to help her reach her goal
you dragged her to every single decade dance (in this world, she actually got to attend them bc i said so. also, is it really dragging her if she secretly wanted to go??)
you were a baby sitter, and any time you could, you'd extend her an invitation
your motives were partly selfish, though, because once you saw how good and caring she was with children it made you swoon
going to the grille after school to work on your homework together
when she sees you working too hard she’s all like “you do know i could just compel all this information into that incredibly hardworking brain of yours, don’t you?”
and you’re like “bex, i appreciate it, i do, but i need to do this myself. the right way”
she smiles, shaking her head knowingly
even though she wants to help you, she admires you so much for not wanting to take the easy way out
(i would, but this isn’t about me, so…)
you’re so damn human
it’s one of the many things she admires about you
you invite her over for a sleepover and recreate a little mock spa day for her
and yeah, she's nervous and her heart is nearly pounding out of her chest
but it's not just because of you. she's terrified to death that your parents won't like her
and she doesn't want to have to compel them to approve of her, she wants to earn their trust and adoration
she's literally so adorable i CANNOT
your parents end up loving her because they can see how she dotes on you
the two of you get up to your room and you bring up how you could tell she was nervous
she asks how you knew and you're like "i know you, bex"
and she swoons
and she goes on to say "i was nervous about meeting your parents"
and you're like "but why? i knew they would love you"
she looks into your eyes, "because i'm in love with you, you fool. i need them to adore me as much as i adore you"
and you can tell she's about to ramble from the look on your face, but you're quick to cradle her face in your hands and kiss the life out of her
when you pull away, she flashes you her gorgeous smile
and now she's locked in for as long as you'll have her
and vice versa
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Blood, Sweat and Tears
Summary: Rebekah loses you. Rebekah cannot lose you.
Pairings: Rebekah x Fem!Human!Reader, Mikaelsons x Reader, Hayley x Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: kidnapping, torture, blood, killing via neck-snapping and biting, blood sharing for health, lmk if there’s any others!
A/N:Implied short fem!reader, because i like the feeling of having a tall vamp gf
*not my gif*
Rebekah marvelled at the way the sun’s rays bounced off the blush of your cheeks. Your eyes were closed, soaking in the warm afternoon rays as you sat upon the flatter part of the roof of your house. Your forever-loving girlfriend looked down at the picnic you had planned out, not taking long in her favourite task as she rained pretend sparkles over each delicacy in front of her to choose your poison.
She picked up one of your chocolate-covered strawberries you’d blushingly admitted to spending the morning on, pressing it gently to the line between your closed lips. You let her in, closing your lips and taking a small bite of the sweet fruit.
Rebekah smirked as she finished off the rest of your strawberry, placing the leafy end into the lid of the container. “So, my little human… What have you planned for us tonight?”
You smirked and moved closer to her, pressing your forehead to hers as a short chuff of laughter shot out your nose. “Carnival?”
Rebekah’s eyes closed as she groaned. “Must we really? All those sweaty boys trying to impress girls, horny teenagers making out anywhere they can find. Ugh, makes me sick.”
You lifted your hand to her cheek, pushing a few loose strands of stunningly blonde hair out of your way to hold her softly. “If anything, those horny teenagers will be out of sight and the only one that those boys will be trying to impress is you, sweets.”
Rebekah sighed and kissed you gently, knowing from previous experiences that she could easily break your nose if she was feverish enough. “You are beautiful, angel. I will never understand why you think not.”
You sighed too, letting her pull you in closer to listen to the sound of her undead heart thump away. She cradled you for a moment before she pulled your eyes back up to hers. “If you really want to go, we can go.”
“Yes!” You cheered, your excitement making you almost slip down the roof on a mossy tile.
Rebekah caught you by a hand around your waist and she chuckled at your antics, pulling you back up very easily. “But I have a condition.”
“Aw…” You groaned, your bitten bottom lip telling her that you meant no malice.
“I know, I’m such a bad girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes.
But then her smile grew thin, a worried frown creasing her eyebrows as her thumb brushed just below your bottom lip, releasing it from its confines of your simple human teeth. “I want you wearing a tracker ring. I’ll have Freya cook it up or something, but I’m not losing you.”
You sighed, slightly annoyed that she brought this up again. “Bekah, for the last time, you can’t lose me. Mystic Falls isn’t that big. You could probably smell me from the opposite side of the mountain.”
Rebekah hesitated on arguing about it more. She wasn’t sure why she had asked it in the first place; maybe it was a mindless thought, pulled from the cauldron in which anxiety and her past had mixed a foul concoction of paranoia. But she knew it was making you annoyed, so she dropped it once again.
“Of course. Am I picking you up?” She asked, her hand falling to rest on your thigh as her thumb tickled the skin beneath your jeans.
You nodded, glad that she had dropped the subject. “How’s 6?”
She smiled. “It’s a date.”
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You stood on your front porch and smiled at the sight of Rebekah as she turned onto your street, standing up to greet her at the gate. She kissed you gently as you leaned on your gate, to which you soon opened and took her hand before she guided you to the car and sped to the carnival.
As soon as you got out though, you were whisked away in a blur, only recognising Rebekah’s smirk as the world returned to normal speed.
“Bekah!” You hissed, shocked that she would use her vamp speed so blatantly.
“What?” She teased, leading you out of the shadows between two vans so as to start your carnival date.
You played plenty of games, with Rebekah’s only wish being that she paid for them, and you eyed her every time she handed over the set of bills required. Fishing was not your strong suit, but to Rebekah’s surprise, you managed to get a prize at the Balloon Pop.
“So?” You turned to her, the host of the balloon game currently blowing up some replacements.
“So what?” She asked, confused.
“Pick one!”
She looked startled at your excitement, but you curled around her body and lifted her chin, letting her eyes fall onto the grand prize section. She eyed all of the toys, from Disney characters like Stitch to Pokemon like Pikachu.
“Well, my humble nerd… Close your eyes.” She hummed, keeping her hand over your eyes as well as she pointed to the one she wanted.
The host grabbed it and offered it to her, but spun and placed the stuffed toy in your hands, making your eyes open in excitement. “Squirtle!”
She giggled at your immediate cuddle for the Pokemon. “I know that Squirtle’s always been your favourite starter.”
You faked a tear. “You know the starters?”
She nodded and came closer to you, pulling the 24 inch plush away from your chest so she could get even closer. “Why don’t you go and put this in the car? Maybe buckle Squirtle into the back seat?”
“But she doesn’t have a car seat.” You whined, making Rebekah scoff playfully.
“Go, Y/N.”
“I’ll meet you by the food stalls.” You grinned as she transferred her keys into your pocket, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you dawdled off to the car.
Rebekah kept herself busy as she looped around the food stalls, waiting for your presence to calm her paranoia. She admired the Greek tzatziki, Thai curries, German sausages, Italian gelato and the ever-cooking feast that was the special Mystic Falls stall, but a chill passed over her shoulder as she looked to see who was working there.
When her eyes met his, the dark tone of his skin matching his equally dark brown eyes and evil soul, anger built in her. She guessed he noticed too, since he dipped out the back of the tent and came to her calmly.
“Marcel.” She growled.
“Rebekah. So lovely to see you again.” He jeered, completely faking the nicety.
With a quick glance around them, she whipped him into the same dark corner behind the two vans and held her hand over his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Don’t you know? We’re celebrating! Proud to be from Mystic Falls, ya da ya da ya. All that sentimental bullshit.” He chuckled, a tone to his voice that the blonde didn’t like.
“Say… where is that stunning little gremlin you call your girlfriend? Isn’t she fond of these activities?”
Rebekah ever so slightly loosened her grip on him. “By the car. Putting away her Squirtle that she rightfully earned.”
“I thought it was yours.” He raised an eyebrow.
“And are you sure she went to the car?”
The veins beneath her eyes turned black, her sclera shifting to a blood red hue. “What did you do?”
Marcel chuckled once more as Rebekah futilely shoved him against the fencing. “Had to get a few hunters off of my back. That Alaric sure knows how to get information.”
“No…” Rebekah muttered, controlling the tremble of her legs to a minimum.
“But we all know how stubborn that little bitch is. Maybe he can finally meet his match! Or maybe… she will meet hers.”
Marcel darted out of view before Rebekah could follow him, her eyes tearing up as her veins and sclera returned to normal. She fell to the ground, smashing the bones of her hand into thousands of pieces as her anger filtered out.
Because nothing could compare to the thought of losing you forever.
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When you woke up, you were a little bit dizzy. A pain came from the back of your head, but when you tried to touch it, you noticed your hand was locked in a leather strap. You looked down to see your other hand and your ankles in the same position, a thicker belt tied around your waist.
“Well, good morning, sunshine!” A male voice brought your head up, but you couldn’t quite make out his face in the dark.
“Y-You’re not Bekah. That’s her name for me, not yours.” You spat, already angry at this silhouette.
“Well, I can see why Marcel calls you a gremlin. So much anger and spite!” The voice laughed, echoing around you in an almost mocking tone.
“Where’s Bekah? What’re you gonna do to her?!” You thrashed around in your restraints, your mind hopelessly thinking that they were coming loose.
“When I find her - and I will, thanks to you - I will do so many wonderful things to her.”
The voice came closer and you could make out the recognisable chin, your eyes slowly rising to meet your former teacher’s.
“Alaric.” You growled, spitting in his face quickly.
He simply growled louder, deeper, and much more dominant than you could ever muster. “You’re gonna regret that, you little shit.”
He gripped you by the chin, bruisingly so, and threw your head back. You held in your wince at the reverse whiplash, staring him down even as he pulled out a satchel from the corner.
“I was hoping you’d co-operate a little bit before we got to the nitty-gritty stuff… but then again, you never were good at listening in class.” He shrugged, cocking his crossbow before it fired an arrow into your leg.
You screamed out initially, and whilst it probably would have felt better to continue, you cut it short to breathe through the pain. Another hit your other thigh, and you were glad he hadn’t gone for your artery.
“Now…” He knelt down in front of your hunched over body.
“Where is Rebekah Mikaelson?”
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Rebekah paced inside of the Mikaelson house, with Klaus, Hayley, Elijah and Freya debating a plan.
She should have encouraged the ring idea. She knew you were stubborn, she knew you hated being tracked, but this was why she wanted it. She wanted you safe, because you were a human. You didn’t have accelerated healing, you didn’t have the power she had, and even if she wanted to give it to you, she wasn’t sure she could.
“Rebekah, stop pacing for five minutes!” Klaus’ voice pulled her out of her pacing trance.
“Niklaus…” Freya warned him, looking at Rebekah’s flickering eyes.
Your girlfriend sank onto the couch next to Hayley, the hybrid’s arms going over her shoulder in a comforting manner. “We’ll find her, Bex. We will.”
“And what if we don’t?” She shot back, apologising softly afterwards.
“What did Marcel say to you? Tell us exactly.” Elijah asked her.
Rebekah took a deep breath. This was for you - she had to be strong for you… at least until you were back in her arms. “He said he needed to get a few hunters off of his back. Maybe he cut a deal with Alaric - protection for a way to get to the Mikaelsons.”
Klaus and Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed before they retreated into a private room, leaving Rebekah with Freya and Hayley.
“Did you want me to conjure that tracking ring if you get her back?” Freya asked quietly, but Hayley’s eyes shot up.
“When, Freya, when. Not if.”
The bob-haired girl nodded and hugged Rebekah tightly, the vampire returning it just a tad tighter. “I miss her. It’s been three hours and I miss her already.”
The two girls chuckled lovingly, and Hayley spoke again. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Letting her go out into the dangerous state of this world without any sort of protection except for you.”
“To be honest, little sister, I am surprised you decided to date her. I mean, who would have ever thought that you would pick the shy nerd in a crowd full of jocks and cheerleaders?” Freya commented.
Rebekah smiled softly, looking over at the Squirtle she had brought in from the car. She quickly grabbed it and tucked it tight against her, almost burying her nose in it to try and get some sort of scent of you.
“She was kind to me on our first day of meeting. I asked her where my Maths class was and she led me all the way there, even though her class was on the other side of the school.” She reminisced, a tear forming from the fond core memory.
Freya was about to speak highly of you again before Klaus and Elijah burst through the door, a winning smile on both of their changed faces.
“We found her.”
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All five of them stood outside of the strange warehouse; rusted corners, bullet and arrow holes everywhere throughout the metal plating.
“Can anybody hear her?” Rebekah asked.
They all shook their heads, even as Hayley and Klaus turned to their wolf forms.
“Rebekah.”
She turned at the sound of Elijah’s voice, his calm nature giving her a smile. “I hear Alaric’s heart.”
She turned back to eye the front door around the corner, and as soon as she heard his heart too, her mind was set on nothing else but ripping it out.
With Freya standing guard and as a getaway defence, the other four sped in and began their massacre. Rebekah was snapping any neck with the mark of a hunter or a gun, whilst Hayley, Klaus and Elijah worked on the vampire guards, the fatal bite of the two hybrids spreading like wildfire.
Rebekah found a hidden door and broke through it, following the scent of blood until she recognised yours.
A loud wail matched it.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!” She snarled, the guard’s heart now in her hand before it slid off and onto the hay-filled floor.
There you sat, strapped in tightly like an animal. The tight bindings around your wrists and ankles had cut into your skin from all of your thrashing, blood seeping from almost everywhere but your chest, neck and head. Bruises littered your visible skin through torn clothes, a particularly dark purple one surrounding your neck. Cuts were everywhere, some as knife skins and others as deep, purposeful stabs.
One thing that Rebekah knew rang out in her mind - if she hadn’t come now, you would’ve been dead by morning.
“Y/N! Y/N, please, sunshine, look at me.” She knelt in front of you, your tired eyes only half-open.
“Bekah?” You mumbled.
She smiled tearily. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here, and I’m gonna get you out, okay?”
You nodded and felt no difference in pain as she unbound you - in fact, the cold sting of the night air from the grate above you made it slightly worse, a hiss coming from you as she swept you into her arms.
“I know it hurts, sunshine, but we’ll be out of here soon enough. Hayley! Nik!” She called out into the hallway, the fast wolves appearing in a few seconds.
You looked down at the sight of the two wolves, a small but pained smile appearing on your lips. “H-Hi, Hayley. Hi, Kl-Klaus.”
They both nodded at you and checked behind Rebekah to see no possibility for someone to sneak up on you. Rebekah walked you out of the bloodbath to meet Freya, the witch shocked at your appearance and immediately got a blanket from the car to wrap around you.
“Here.” She handed her little sister a small ring - a tracker ring.
She looked down at your frail form but shook her head when she looked at your hands; bloodied and beaten, just like the rest of you. She thought of dealing with it when she got home, but the sight of the shiny ring caught your eye.
“B-Bekah…” You murmured, the vampire not caring that your blood was now soaking her jacket.
“Yes, my dear?” She replied, guiding you into the car as Elijah, Klaus and Hayley finished off their enemies.
“Please…” You gestured to the ring, moving your shaking hand towards it.
“No.” She pocketed the ring and held you close, keeping your ear against her chest.
“Drive, Freya.”
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When you woke up you were surprised you were alive, to say the least. Everything hurt; every muscle movement, every tendon jolt, every beat of your heart.
And that heart was the reason why your lover lay next to you, her eyes observing your rising wakeness closely. You winced as you tried to get comfortable, but Rebekah shushed you lightly.
“Don’t move, princess. It’ll hurt you even more than what he did to you.”
“Bekah. You’re okay.” You sighed in relief, wanting to wrap her up in your arms.
“Of course I’m okay. I’m a Mikaelson.” She chuckled, making you do the same but you winced as a slight but extremely painful pressure hit your chest.
“Don’t… Don’t make me laugh.” You breathed out slowly, watching her eyes tear up.
“Please let me heal you. I promise, I won’t let anybody touch you for 24 hours. No sudden deaths, not turning into vampires, just…” She shakily trailed off, almost looking ready to break down.
You didn’t answer.
But you opened your mouth.
She instantly received your message and bit into her wrist, blood pouring from the wound that she pressed against your lips. You didn’t drink, simply letting it drain into your mouth, and you swallowed three times before the wound closed.
“More, Y/N. You need more.” She whimpered, going to bite herself again but you took her hand.
“Just be with me. It’s more than enough.” You muttered, letting your emotionally expressive vampire collapse next to you and cry through her sheets.
You didn’t shush her, you didn’t tell her to stop crying - you let her let it out, all whilst you held her as tightly as you could with broken… everything. She suddenly sat up and pushed herself towards you, colliding your lips together in a harsh but necessary display of affection.
“Bekah… Bekah- ah!” You hissed as she pressed on a wound around your wrist, instantly pulling away from you.
She stopped and you could see how little colour was in her face. “You haven’t fed.”
She shook her head. “Not since you fell asleep.”
“How long was I out?” You asked.
She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes away from you.
“Rebekah…” You warned her.
“Two weeks.” She meekly answered.
“Two weeks- Bekah, you’re going to desiccate!” You fretted, sitting up painfully as you brought her closer to you.
“Feed, now.”
“But-”
“I don’t care! Feed!” You barked.
She sighed, kissing you along the neck before she gently bit into your skin. Your blood was sweeter than most she had come across, and she didn’t know if it was because of your romantic relationship or if it was just you.
You felt her pull away after a few seconds but you gave her an ‘uh-uh’ in that same warning tone, which made her continue. When she finally pulled herself out of your weak grip, she looked almost brand new and she slowly wiped off the blood on her face.
“Thank you. I… I had no bags left.” She muttered, looking down as she played with her fingers.
“Bekah. Look at me.” You spoke gently, waiting for her eyes to meet yours.
“Hi, my beautiful girl.”
She keened at your description and moved closer at your invitation, holding you against her chest as she looked down at your smaller form.
“Please don’t ever, ever, do that again. I love you, Rebekah Mikaelson, but you need to put your health first if I’m ever gone for that long.” You slowly tickled her thigh as it came over your hips.
“Okay.” She answered, kissing your forehead.
“Now, how long until I am better?” You asked, looking up at her with a tired expression.
“I will feed you every now and then with my blood, and lots of water will be coming your way, but with those two bases covered, I can’t imagine any more than a week.” She replied, distracted by running her fingers through your hair.
You pressed into her hand and she sighed contently, but your hands around her waist showed your mind was focused. You found the ring from two weeks ago and you overlooked the beautiful shape - a single emerald held in an old crest.
“Very Mikaelson-like.” You chided, making Rebekah chuckle as she held your hand ever so gently; simply letting it rest there.
“Of course. Have you seen Elijah and Klaus’ daylight rings?” She smirked.
“Those are too chunky for me. But they do look good on them.” You commented.
She nodded and brought her lips to yours, slipping the ring onto your right ring finger. You sighed into her before a yawn came out of nowhere, ripping through the silence to make Rebekah giggle.
“Come on, sunshine - time to get some more beauty sleep.”
You rolled your eyes at her but let her hold you like always, a hand curled over your waist and around your ring-held hand as she quietly hummed a lullaby. You felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, only for you to finally fall asleep.
Rebekah looked up at Freya in the shadows as her hands finally fell to her side, an exchange of smiles between them as the eldest left the youngest to dot on you and, eventually, fall asleep too.
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Little witch part 2
The originals x reader
Word count: 1300
Part 1
Masterlist
"What are you talking about?” You squint your eyes. “A witch, like a person who can do actual magic?" Klaus sighs, his hands moving as he speaks. "Yes, you're a witch; a person who can do magic."
You lean back against the chair, there's nothing that made you wonder if you had magic. "How do you know?" you ask him. "A witch that powerful? someone's bound to notice my dear” he answers, a smirk forming on his lips.
You look up at his words, "powerful?" He smiles at your confused face "There are a few powerful witches’ bloodlines, your friend Bonnie belongs to one of them"
"Bonnie is a witch?" the vampire nods before continuing "your bloodline originated in Norway, the place my family was born. My mother was close friends with one of your ancestors, an incredible witch."
Klaus bends down, his finger tapping your nose "Because of that I need your help." You flinch away from him, looking at him incredulously “is that why you took me? You could’ve just asked.”
“Your friends won’t appreciate you helping me, they are the ones who got me in this mess in the first place” he explains. Smiling lightly, you ask “How about you untie me first and explain what happened?”
Klaus stares at you, seemingly trying to figure you out. A few moments pass before he sighs “fine” and begins to untie you. Slowly you bring your wrists to the front rubbing them carefully as you wait for him to explain.
He holds his hand out to you, reminding you of when you first met at the ball. How differently he appeared to you then versus now.
You let him pull you up, leading you to a spacious room. A sofa and a fireplace occupy most of the space. The man sits you at the couch before joining you, “My mother has recently returned to the land of the living.”
“She used a spell to bind me and my siblings together with the help of Elena Gilbert.” You stare at the fire as you think, his words sinking in. “Why did your mother bind you all together? What does she gain from doing so?”
“So, she can kill us.”
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“What?” you squeaked. “My oldest brother is going to sacrifice himself, so we all die” he explains. “What you’re saying is your mother wants to kill you and your eldest brother is going to let her kill him so you all die?”
Klaus smiles at you “Exactly! So, you need to help me undo the spell so we can all live happily ever after.”
“Right… and how do I do this? I have no idea how to practice magic” you sigh. Standing up Klaus explains “Lucky for us we have a very powerful witch who is happy to help us!”
As soon as he finishes his sentence a man walks into the room, holding Bonnie by her hands as she struggles against his grip. “Y/n?” the girl looks at you surprised, “What are you doing with her, let her go!” she demands.
“Now Bonnie calm down, y/n is here to help. Isn’t that right” Klaus asks looking at you. “Yes,” you say holding his gaze “as long as you don’t hurt her.”
“No one is going to hurt anyone as long as everyone does exactly what I say,” he tells you, hands holding Bonnie’s shoulder making it obvious he’s talking about her. “Fine,” The witch sighs “how do we do this?”
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“So, you’re basically borrowing my powers?” You ask Bonnie. “Yes,” she takes your hands “witches can channel each other’s energy when doing a spell” she explains.
“And you need to channel my power why?” Bonnie points at the spell book in front of the two of you. “The spell I need to perform to unlink the bond demands a lot of power. You come from a powerful bloodline which should be enough to unlink Klaus from his siblings.”
“Come on girls, we don’t have all day” Klaus nags. Bonnie rolls her eyes before focusing on the spell book again. Holding your hands tightly she begins chanting. The blood laid out on the table moving away from each other, separating into 5 different puddles.
You feel drained when Bonnie lets go of you. Klaus’ hand rests on the small of your back, supporting you. Looking at the girl next to you, you notice the torn look on her face. She almost looks ashamed of herself for helping Klaus, undoing the work of Elena and Klaus’ mother.
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“Aw leaving so soon?” Rebekah says, cleaning her hands with a towel. ‘Sister, be nice” Klaus smiles as he walks up to her, hands on both your and Bonnie’s back.
“Thank you, Bonnie,” she smiles “see you in Physics class.” Before you can see what’s inside the room behind her, Rebekah leads you away. Her arm in yours as she brings you to a bedroom.
“You’re welcome to stay here, with your friends trying to kill us it might be dangerous being alone.” You sigh as you move to sit on the edge of the bed, “Not my friends,” you point at her “I only talk to Bonnie and Caroline.”
“Right, the blonde girl who seems to have taken a liking to my brother.” A look of disgust forms on Rebekah’s face. “I much prefer you, you know” she winks at you, walking towards the closet.
“There are some clothes in here, I’m sure some will fit you. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Her hand comes up to smoothen your hair before she leaves the room.
It takes you a while to look around the room, your mind a mess after everything that happened today. You slowly stand up before moving towards the wardrobe Rebekah spoke of earlier. Opening the doors, you are met with a wide range of different clothes in different sizes. Grabbing the most comfortable outfit you see; you lock the door before getting changed.
After having freshened up, you walk downstairs hoping to talk to either of the Mikaelson’s siblings.
“I can’t believe Finn is dead” you hear Rebekah say. “Good riddance,” Klaus sighs “he was an embarrassment, Rebekah.” You move towards the entrance of the room, still unnoticed by both siblings.
“He was still your brother. Mind your tongue.” Not looking up Klaus continues “Fine. Let’s all say a prayer for Finn who slept longer in a box than he lived as a man.” He looks at his sister, continuing “he was a lovesick fool. He’s better off in death.”
Walking up to him, Rebekah asked “Is that how you would speak of me if I died”
“Well, you let the Salvatore’s loose with two stakes that can kill us. So, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He continues, “and since when did you have a soft spot for them?”
“The Salvatore’s may fight like dogs, but in the end, they would die for each other.” She explains, “at least they know what family means. You destroyed ours.”
“I wanted a family,” Klaus says. “They just didn’t want me. And now we’re unlinked. We’re no longer responsible for each other.”
“So, are you leaving?” Rebekah sighs. “As soon as I get the stakes I’m gone. I’m going to take Elena and use her blood to create a new family of hybrids” Klaus answered.
“And if I choose to stay?” Rebekah croaked.
“Then you’re just as pathetic as Finn.”
Klaus turns to walk away before he sees you. He walks toward you, grabbing your hand, taking you with him.
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Hiii! If requests are open could you write a fic or headcanons or rebekah being jealous p :))
thank you so much for the request! <3
jealous rebekah mikaelson headcanons
TW: rebekah being a sexy ass motherfuck who is also a jealous little shit
-neck kisses
-she literally can not keep her hands off of you
-always needs reassurance
-can't take her hands off you
-silent treatment for an hour or so until she gives up and smothers you in kisses
-"i don't like them"
-"you don't like anyone"
-doesn't mind you wearing revealing clothing but if she sees anyone looking she will give you her jacket
-constantly tries to make you blush
-and succeeds
-soft touches, NECK KISSES, whispers *wink wink*
-makes up excuses to have you all to herself
-will take you home and lay on top of you, burry her face in your neck and whisper how you are hers and no one else
-when she can't take you away she will wrap her arms around your waist and rest her head on your shoulder/head
-and if that doesn't work she will full-on makeout with you in front of the person
-would ask you to wear a fake wedding / promise ring while going out to bars
-will glare at anyone who comes too close
-if you're dancing with someone else she will look directly at you with a smirk on her face as she plans what she will do to you later
-will kiss or fuck you senseless after you mention a past relationship
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𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧
“𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.”
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nothing yet
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
dating rebekah mikaelson (vampire version)
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
nothing yet
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Can you do one with Rebekah x fem!reader where their dating and Rebekah is insecure about their relationship because over a thousand years people have let her down and reader reassure her that she will always put her first no matter what. It can be angst but can it end in fluff? Thank you ☺️ 
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
Pairing: Rebekah x Fem!Reader
Summary: Rebekah’s love life has been less than stellar due to a thousand years of betrayal from the people she loves most. When she begins to question the validity of your relationship because of these disappointments, it’s up to you to reassure the Original your love is real.
Warnings: Angsty, Toxic Klaus, An Act of Minor Violence (She pins you to the door). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: Ah, my first official request!!! I'm so nervous and excited. I hope this meets your expectations! Thank you so much for sending this in! I really enjoyed writing this request. Thank you all for reading and please continue to send in your requests!
Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist
A yelp escapes your lips as you are swiftly pulled from the gym parking lot into the women's locker room. You were just on your way to your car after cheer practice to meet the girls at the Mystic Grill and now suddenly your back is pressed against the heavy metal of the locker room’s door. Before you have time to utter a sound of surprise at the ambush, a pair of soft pink lips slam into yours, quelling your panicked state. As you separate, your eyes open to meet the crystal blues of your loving girlfriend– astonishment adorning your features. "What was that for?" you ask her breathlessly, still trying to recover from the pleasant surprise.
"I miss you," the honey blonde Original says, a soft pout placed on her lips– a minute display of the vulnerability she’s feeling. You chuckle at her adorable expression and peck her jutted lips. "You see me every day," you inform the Mikaelson, reminding her that you share classes and the cheer team. "I know, darling, but it feels like you’re pulling away from me," she confesses, her eyes downcast. Rebekah missed the intimacy between the two of you. The late-night conversations where you would give her little pieces of your soul. The looks you gave her whenever she would tell you stories from her past as if she was the most fascinating being in the universe. The way your fingers would trail her body, setting fire to her icy skin, or how your eyes would ravish her, making her feel unequivocally beautiful. The praises that would fall from your lips for things she felt were ordinary about herself.
You made Rebekah feel extraordinary, but most importantly, you made her feel loved– truly and deeply. A feeling she has been chasing for 1,000 years but had always been stripped from her. With the recent amount of time you two have spent apart from one another, seeds of doubt have been planted in the mind of the Original– fear of the same cycles of past lovers repeating themselves. Klaus’s manipulative comments about your loyalty only furthering their development.
"Ah, little sister, you have been so foolishly blinded by love once more," the Original Hybrid taunts the honey blonde after your quick and sudden departure from the manor. You were supposed to be having a movie night, but Elena’s urgent call for your help terminated the evening with your girlfriend. You promised to make it up to Rebekah who assured you it was okay; however, the youngest Mikaelson couldn’t help but worry, beginning to see early signs of old patterns in her previous relationships.
"Y/N is deceiving you and you have again allowed yourself to be manipulated," Klaus continues, undermining the bond you share with his sister.
"She is not, you narcissistic wanker," Rebekah defends you, but can’t deny her steady growing doubt. The hybrid's eyebrows raise at his sister's defense but is only encouraged to test the strength of her faith. "Is that so? Tell me, sister, where has she been since you helped her save her precious Elena?" he questions– a mischievous grin growing as he watches the cracks in Rebekah's steadfastness begin to show.
"Is that what this is?" you laugh, amused by the method Rebekah went through to grab your attention. “Angel, if you wanted to spend more time with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to jump me," you tell her sincerely. Rebekah looks at you, a delighted smile gracing her features. She feels foolish for ever doubting your love. You bring your lips to hers, gently moving them in a sweet manner. Your hands caress her face softly, setting off the warmth she missed so deeply– the insecurities melting with your touch.
However, the intimate moment is interrupted by the chirp of your phone, indicating a text notification and pulling you away from your girlfriend. An agitated sigh leaves Rebekah as you retrieve the device from the pocket of your sweats– the screen revealing a message from Caroline wondering why you have yet to show up to the Grill, reminding you of your previous engagement. "I have to go," you announce to the Original, leaving her feeling conned as you once again choose something else over her.
“I can’t believe it,” Rebekah scoffs, concluding that once again her heart has led her to be exploited. “What?” you ask her– eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her sudden shift in attitude. Anger rises in her at her perceived humiliation and your supposed betrayal. Under the influence of her heightened emotion, Rebekah once again slams you against the locker room door– your shirt tightly fisted in her manicured hand– all of her rationality abandoned.
"I don't appreciate being used, darling. It hurts," Rebekah remarks, eyes red and fangs protruding from her glossed lips. The use of your pet name now becoming more sardonic than loving. “Rebekah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one’s been using you,” you speak with fear-laced urgency, denying the vampire's accusation. The terror in your wide eyes brings Rebekah realization as to what she is doing and just as quickly as she latched her hand to your shirt, she releases you– taking a few steps back.
Guilt penetrates her fury and she sinks to her knees, overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions. Tears spill from your girlfriend’s eyes and you watch as she crumbles, confused, yet concerned about her nonetheless.
You hesitantly move towards the Original vampire, alarmed by her erratic display of emotions and frightened she will lash out at you again. Broken apologies fall from her lips profusely, eradicating any fear you held towards her. Your compulsory need to comfort the woman that you love overrides everything else. "Rebekah, angel, what's wrong? Talk to me," you soothe the honey blonde, kneeling before her weeping form. "Ever since I helped you save that bloody Doppelgänger Wench, you've been distant with our relationship. It’s started to make me feel as if you manipulated me into helping her," the Mikaelson girl informs you– remorse engulfing you for causing her despair.
The rivalry between the Mikaelsons and your friends has haplessly left you in the middle trying to balance your relationship with Rebekah and your friendship with the girls. You've been rampantly trying to appease everyone, catering to the most demanding of the two– who happened to be your friends– unwittingly neglecting your girlfriend in the process. Given her long history of failed relationships and disappointments by the people she loves most, you can see how she readily believed you were just another individual looking to take advantage of her.
"Bex, look at me," you speak softly, lifting the blonde vampire's face to yours.
"I would never intentionally hurt you. I love you and I am so sorry I haven't been showing you that as of late. I was so busy trying to keep my friends happy that I never noticed I was ignoring you. I promise you I will never allow that to happen again. You mean so much to me and I’m so lucky to have you. And I’m going to show you that from now on. You are my first priority no matter what."
Rebekah's water-stained eyes stare back into yours, a delicate smile brightening her sweet features. She was moved. No one in her 1,000 years of living had ever listened to and considered her feelings– no one had shown her as much love as you have in this moment. You once again made her feel extraordinary. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that the love you two share is more than a fabricated lie– it is real and it is genuine.
You giggle uncontrollably as your face is peppered in kisses– Rebekah overcome with the love she has for you. The ringtone of your cellphone interrupts your shared moment of jubilation and a frown draws on Rebekah’s lips as you answer it.
"Y/N, where are you? We have been wait-" Caroline begins, but you cut off her annoyed prattle, informing her that you will be spending time with your girlfriend. An agitated huff leaves the 17-year-old at your choice of Rebekah over them and she quickly ends the call. A wide grin replaces the frown that previously adorned your girlfriend’s face as you fulfill your promise to her– plus she loves that she still managed to get under Caroline’s skin.
"Now where were we?" you ask, pulling Rebekah into you. As if your words were not convincing enough, your lips certainly inform Rebekah that your love for her is real.
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Y/n: The kids are asleep
Elijah: ...We don't have kids
Y/n: Then tell that to you're little brother and sister who just asked me to tell them a story till they fell asleep
Elijah: Kol and Rebekah?
Y/n: Yep. I mean they were being cute, and I told them a story, but I thought you might like to know how we are now parents.
Elijah: We?
Y/n: They asked for you too, and got sad when I said you were on a phone call
Elijah: Ah, that makes sense why Kol also tried to convince me in giving him a piggyback ride yesterday.
Y/n: Did you give in?
Elijah: No, but then he went to Rebekah and sulked with her
Y/n: Parents?
Elijah pinching the bridge of his nose as y/n chuckles at him: Apparently we now are
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Idea: Reader is part of the scooby gang (an adult doing them a favour or something - pls not a teenager it makes me cringe) and Klaus catches her staring (because obviously) and is cocky and flirty and likes riling her up
i just like you | klaus mikaelson
author's note; this was so fun omfg i love him sm
warnings: honestly sort of grumpyxsunshine but somehow klaus is the sunshine here ? teasing, taunting, klaus is a flirty menace, reader is super in denial, implied that reader is a vampire hunter but it's not really important, also this exists in some sort of strange canon universe so don't read into it too much, fluff, making out, a steamy-ish scene at the end, but it doesn't get too graphic so don't worry! no use of y/n!
She doesn’t like owing people favors. She doesn’t like when other people owe her favors, either, but people seem to think that trading things off is the best way to live, and she’s hardly got the power to change something so universally accepted.
She doesn’t like owing people favors, but in this case, it’s not something she can renegotiate. Alaric saved her life, and the least she could do is help him out with something.
Her view on that changes very quickly when he looks at her and tells her they want her to make a deal with the devil. In fact, she’d rather Alaric had just let her die than ask her to do anything with or for Klaus Mikaelson.
“I would quite literally rather die than do that, Ric,” She deadpans, givin him a completely unamused look that makes him grimace.
“No, I know, I know,” He holds his hands up, a desperation to his pleading tone. “It’s a lot to ask of you, but no one else can deal with him like you do. They’d end up dead, or something,”
“Why do you think I can deal with him any differently than you, or Damon, or something? I hate him just as much!”
“Oh, well, that’s just not very nice of you, darling,” The man in question drawls, smirk audible in his voice as they look over to where he’s sitting on Alaric’s couch, looking like he practically lives there. She supposes he technically did, for a minute. “Hate is such a strong word.”
She gives him a saccharine smile, tilting her head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know that evil hybrids who kill anyone who breathes wrong could have feelings.”
Klaus’s smirk only widens at her visible ire, and he props his chin up on his hand as he looks at her. “I have every feeling for you, sweetheart,”
Her eyes momentarily widen to the size of dinner plates, and then she quickly schools her expression back into a flat glare, snapping her gaze away from him as she huffs unhappily. “You want me to deal with that all day, Alaric? By myself? I thought we were friends,”
“We are friends,” He stresses, shooting Klaus a warning look that the Original dutifully ignores. “That’s why I’m asking you to do this. All you have to do is make the drive up to Whitmore and get the rest of Isobel’s stuff– we need to see if she has any information on the cure, or anything like that.”
“Doesn’t Bonnie have that professor guy that was telling her a bunch of stuff? Can’t we just go to him?”
“Damon doesn’t trust that guy,” Alaric says. “And before you ask, no, you can’t make Damon go. He and Klaus will kill each other if they’re in the same vehicle for that long.”
“He’s right about that,” Klaus says, still happily in his place on the couch. “Damon’s got such a temper these days. Can’t even handle a joke anymore.”
She scrunches her face up, giving him an incredulous look. “The only jokes you make are about the time you tried to kill Elena,”
“How would we cope if we couldn’t make jokes about these sorts of things?”
Her incredulity only deepens and she drags her gaze back to Alaric pointedly, earning an exhausted sigh from the teacher. “Klaus,” He starts, that same desperation still in his voice. “Can we all just play nice? For once we have something to be united about– could you possibly not jeopardize everyone’s lives again?”
Klaus heaves a sigh, standing from the couch in a swift movement and crossing the short distance to where they stand. “Certainly. I’m nothing if not professional, you know this.”
“Uh huh,” Alaric deadpans. “Can you be… professional enough to not provoke her into leaving you stranded somewhere, or something?”
“I’m sure we can work something out,” The hybrid drops his gaze to hers, bright eyes alight with mischief. “So long as she stops pouting.”
She huffs, dutifully not pouting. Narrowing her eyes, she offers a hand out to him, ignoring the amusement that sparks in his eyes at her formalness. “It’s for the greater good of all of us, right? I’m sure I can suffer through anything for that.”
Klaus shakes her hand firmly, and she ignores the way it feels like he’s laughing at her. “I’m sure you can.”
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“I take it all back, I’m going to murder him, and then myself.”
“Hello to you, too. I take it it’s going well?” Alaric’s voice comes through the speaker of her phone as she walks beside Klaus, ignoring the crowds of college students they’re pushing their way past to head to Isobel’s old office.
“Oh, it’s going so well, besides the fact that our vehicle just broke down as soon as we got to Whitmore.”
She can practically hear Alaric’s wince of sympathy through the phone. “Can’t Klaus just compel you another vehicle?”
“You would think so, but I already tried that, and he said it wouldn’t be very cooperative of him to take advantage of people. He’s apparently all for the teamwork these days,” She shoots him a glare, face twisting into one of disdain when all he does is give her a wide smirk. “Alaric, I cannot be stranded here with him. It was one thing if it was a few hours, but I cannot survive any longer than that.”
Alaric breathes out her name on an exasperated sigh, and she tries to ignore the slight pin prick of guilt that stabs at her because of it. “Have you called a mechanic or anything?”
She bites the tip of her tongue roughly. “Yeah. They’re coming to tow it, and they said it’ll be like, tomorrow morning at the earliest before it’s done.”
“Can you survive the night? For real? Or do you want me to drive up there and get you?”
She nearly blurts out that she won’t survive, that he needs to come get her as soon as he leaves work, but she stops herself, eyes drifting to Klaus, who seems to be awaiting her answer as well. Sighing tiredly, she shakes her head, even though Alaric can’t see her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry about me, alright? I– Klaus and I will handle this. It’s no big deal, I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” She reassures, stopping at the steps that lead to Isobel’s office building. “I’ll text you later tonight after we’ve had some time to go through some of the stuff, okay?”
“Okay. Thank you,” He sounds infinitely less stressed at her reassurances, and the guilt she’d been feeling dissipates easily. “I’ll talk to you later.”
She echoes the goodbye and quickly pockets her phone again, immediately turning to Klaus to give him a glare that she can’t even really call a glare because of the complete and utter lack of any real heat behind it. Gesturing widely to the building before them, she sighs. “Let’s get this over with.”
The office is devoid of any lingering students, and she wonders if it was done on purpose. The only person there besides her and Klaus is the girl at the desk, and she racks her brain for the girl’s name, because Alaric had told her earlier before they left.
“Hi,” She starts, stepping in front of Klaus slightly as they approach the desk. “Alaric called earlier and said we’d be coming up to get some of Isobel’s research, I think?”
The girl stands, a small smile on her face as she nods. “Of course. I’m Vanessa, I was Isobel’s intern.”
Vanessa, she internally scolds herself for not remembering, before giving her name back in return. “And this is Klaus.”
The Original offered a charming smile, and she saw some degree of recognition flutter in Vanessa’s eyes as her smile grew wider, equally charmed and awed. “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa,”
“You’re Klaus Mikaelson, aren’t you?” She breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief as she leads them to Isobel’s private office. “Isobel was fascinated with the story of the Originals, but there wasn’t ever enough information to figure out what was true and what wasn’t.”
Klaus hums, practically preening under the attention. “Such are the consequences of living as long as I have. I can hardly remember what’s real and what’s not,”
Vanessa’s face lights up with an idea, and she steps towards Klaus excitedly. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? It would do our research a lot of good to have something new,”
“Oh, well–”
“We have a lot to do,” She quickly cuts in over their voices, offering a sharp smile to Vanessa. “But if we have time later, I’m sure he’d love to give you a tell-all interview.”
Vanessa’s smile dims slightly but she nods, gesturing for them to go into the open office. “It’s all in there. Let me know if you need my help with anything.”
“We will definitely do that,” She says, ignoring the twitch in her fingers as pushes Klaus into the office ahead of her. “Thank you so much!”
She shuts the door firmly behind her and lets out a sharp sigh, her eyes fluttering open where she hadn’t even realized they’d shut. She finds Klaus staring at her, and immediately looks away, ducking past him to head for one of the packed boxes in the office, collecting dust. “What?”
Klaus makes an amused little hum in the back of his throat. “Oh, nothing,”
“There’s clearly something,”
“There is, but I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing it from me,”
She halts her movements, hands falling limp on the file folders sorted neatly inside one box. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she raises a brow. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m curious as to what Vanessa did to earn your disdain,” He says, shrugging lightly, keeping his voice purposefully aloof.
She rolls her eyes, returning to pilfering through the box, skimming the labels on the file. “She was distracting you. We came here to do something, and we need to do it. That’s all.”
He makes that irritating noise again, and she pauses once more, this time turning to face him fully. “What? What is so funny about that? Might I remind you, we need to learn about this cure for you just as much as anyone else.”
He smirks, picking up a box from the floor and putting it on the table in front of him. “Of course. But only if you admit you were jealous,”
She feels the blood in her veins freeze as she stares at him, and she knows there’s a dawning look of horror growing on her face. “Excuse me?”
“Just admit that you were jealous of that poor girl in there, and I will do as much research as you want me to. It’s very simple.”
“Jealous,” She echoes, her voice faint the longer she looks at him. “You think that I was jealous because some college kid was treating you like you were the lead singer in her favorite boy band?”
“Maybe not her favorite boy band, but certainly her favorite Original,” He corrects, grinning deviously.
“I wasn’t jealous!” She yells somewhat hysterically, face twisting as her pulse races. “I– I have no reason to be jealous, I would never be jealous, I’m not– I’m not jealous! Just– shut up!”
She waves a hand in his direction, ignoring the warmth in her chest that stings like embarrassment. “Just– shut up, and– and leave me alone! Do what we came here to do,”
Klaus holds his hands up in surrender, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Whatever you say,”
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They’ve booked a hotel for the night, despite the fact that she’d sooner sleep on the street than stay in a hotel with Klaus Mikaelson. But he graciously offered to pay for it, and she was determined to pretend like their conversation earlier had never happened and that meant acting like absolutely nothing was wrong.
It meant letting him order them room service, and sitting quietly while they ate. It meant letting him tease and taunt her like he normally did, and working overtime to give him the normal reactions she would have– a glare here and there, a not-so-nice name everywhere else.
Except now it felt like it was all wrong. It felt like she was being even more obvious than before. All because he called her out. Because he was right.
Just out of sheer principle, she couldn’t ever tell him that. The last thing he needed was that particular ego boost, from her of all people.
Their relationship has always been antagonistic, but Klaus has never been nearly as harsh as she has. And now that she’s spent the last six hours thinking about every single interaction they’ve ever had, she feels somewhat stupid for not even letting herself contemplate the idea that she could one day be jealous over Klaus Mikaelson.
But even in that same vein, she understands why it never crossed her mind until he pointed it out. It was non-negotiable, having any sort of relationship like that with Klaus. She’d been friends with Alaric since he first met Isobel, she couldn’t just go and sleep with the guy who killed his girlfriend, let alone have feelings for him.
The thought alone made her stomach swirl with guilt, but she was determined to not let Klaus in on any of her inner turmoil, considering he’d get some insane satisfaction out of the fact that it’s all his fault.
By the time they make their way to the private bedroom in the ridiculously grand hotel room Klaus had gotten them for the night, it doesn’t really register in her mind that they not only don’t have any sort of pajamas due to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be an overnight trip, but the only bedroom in the suite has one bed.
It doesn’t register in her mind until she’s already in bed, resigned to the fact that she’ll be sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, and Klaus makes his way over to the bed like it’s no big deal.
“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?”
He raises a brow at her, gesturing to the bed. “Going to bed. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us if you have any chance of making it back to Mystic Falls alive.”
She rolls her eyes at his taunting recollection of her complaints, and she holds up a hand, keeping the blankets tucked carefully around her hips as she sits up. “Why wouldn’t you get a room with two beds?”
“Because it’s one night, darling,” He drawls, signature smirk twitching on his lips. “But if you have some particular feeling that would make sharing a bed with me uncomfortable, then I–”
“No!” She cuts him off, feeling like she was just backed into a corner. “No issue. Just– keep your hands to yourself.”
He winks at her, and she ignores the way it makes her heart race. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”
She shuffles back down into the bed and turns onto her side away from him, suddenly too conscious of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants on, and that if someone had told her this morning she’d be pantsless, in bed with Klaus Mikaelson, she probably would’ve punched them and then spent the rest of her life dreaming about it.
It’s only slightly humiliating.
Once Klaus is settled in the bed, presumably undressed to the same degree she is if the shuffling she’d heard a minute ago was anything to go by, he turns the lamp off, encasing them in darkness.
After too long, her hip starts to ache the longer she lays on her side, and she knows there’s no chance she’ll fall asleep with it throbbing like it is, so she resigns herself to the fact that she’s going to have to move.
Careful of her spacial awareness, she turns onto her back, and then onto her other side, unable to stop her eyes from landing on the shadows of Klaus’s profile.
She lets out a small breath, shakier than normal, and clutches her hand against the pillow beneath her head.
“You’re staring,”
She groans quietly. “I am not,”
“You know, I don’t know if I should be honored or not that you don’t act like this with anyone else.”
She squeezes the pillow again, brows furrowing on her forehead. Her curiosity piqued, despite her best interests. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re horrifically antagonistic on a good day, and downright murderous on a bad one. But you don’t ever lose your temper with anyone else like you do with me,” He observes, voice unintentionally quiet in the privacy of the darkness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d even say it was laced with fondness.
Pressing her face into her pillow briefly to try and collect herself, she lets her eyes trace the curve of his nose, and his prominent cupid’s bow, backlit by the moon shining in the window. She wonders what he looks like beneath a full moon. She wonders if his eyes shine that burning yellow-gold color the entire night.
“You do it on purpose,” She mutters, trying to keep her tone from sounding as childish as it does in her head. “I’m not stupid, Klaus. You like riling me up.”
She hears more than sees his head turn towards her, but she feels the burn of his eyes on her face like the summer sun.
“Did you ever consider that I just like when you talk to me?” He asks, sounding entirely more vulnerable than she ever thought he was capable of being.
Her breath stutters on an exhale, and she knows he can hear the way his words make her entire body trip up. Despite being unable to truly meet his eyes in the dark, she searches for them anyway, seeking out the truth that may lie in them.
He murmurs her name, soft and sweet between the sheets wrapped around them, and she can’t stop herself from pushing forward into his space, draping herself across his chest as she presses their lips together.
She’s instantly satisfied to hear the shocked noise that spills from his lips, but it’s the last coherent thought she can form once he mirrors her utter desperation.
He steals the breath from her lungs, barely letting her gasp between his greedy kisses, his hands pulling her further into him, leaving her practically on top of him.
His hands slide up the fabric of her shirt, grabbing at the bare skin there, groaning at the feel of her moving beneath his touch.
“Klaus,” She gasps out, panting at the spit-slick sounds of their lips together in the quiet of the hotel room. “Klaus, I have to–”
She forcibly pulls herself away from him, unable to even blame him for the way she let herself get so caught up as she catches her breath, looking down from where she’s propped above him.
They fall silent, matching each other’s frantic but slowing breaths as their spilled-over tension finally seems to simmer out.
A huff of a laugh comes from beneath her and she frowns slightly, looking at him. “What?”
His hands clench where they’re still gripping her waist, and she visibly shivers at the rough touch. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”
She instinctively slaps a hand against his bare shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed he’d taken his shirt off when he got into bed. “You are such a dick,” She shakes her head, but she’s already leaning back in to kiss him again despite herself.
Klaus is quick to meet her halfway, craning his neck up to kiss her again, and she lets out a sudden yelp as he flips them around, pressing her into the mattress beneath him. “Let me make it up to you,”
She’s nodding before he even finishes speaking, and she thinks, tells herself, that she can’t be faulted for how quickly she forgives him after that.
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Hi gorgeous, could you do a second part of Shadows of Doubt where reader is pregnant with Hope and spending time with Hayley who's a good friend of hers. Elijah and Rebekah realize they were being assholes because she's exactly what their brother needed, Klaus misses her and wants her back, though once he finds out about her pregnancy everything gets more angsty, as he blames his siblings for it, believing yn had moved on not knowing the child was his and etc. They get back together at the end, with a lot of fluff and etc.
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 ┄ 𝐢𝐢
pairing: niklaus mikaelson x f!reader
count: 1.5k
warning: slight angst + fluff
author’s note: after several requests and messages, here’s part 2 of shadows of doubt (here’s part 1). i hope you enjoy it like you guys did the first one! 🫶🏽
It had been weeks since I last cried and almost four months since I last saw him. It was the most painful thing I had ever done but I knew it had to happen, there was no need to make the situation more difficult. I walked away. No goodbye or anything. I wasn’t going to let his siblings have the satisfaction of seeing me ‘weak’ as they often told me.
The gentle breeze rustled the leaves as I sat in the courtyard of my home, my fingers unconsciously tracing the subtle curve of my belly. The soft flutter of life within me was a constant reminder of the precious gift growing inside. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since that day— the day I had found out I was pregnant with her. She wasn’t planned but she’d be wanted, if not by him then me, she was my miracle…my hope.
In the months I had spent away from him and his family, I had met people. Amongst them was a woman called Hayley, she had become my closest confidante and friend. She sat beside me, her gaze understanding and supportive. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” she asked softly.
I smiled, the love and excitement for the life within me radiating through my words. “It's strange, but in a beautiful way. I feel this little one moving, and it's like she's already a part of me.”
Hayley's eyes softened, and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You're going to be an amazing mother, Y/N.”
As I looked around the courtyard, memories of him flooded my mind. His charming smile, his passionate love, and the painful distance that had grown between us. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me, if he ever missed the moments we had shared. Little did I know, he was wrestling with his own demons, haunted by the realization that he had let go of something precious. Elijah and Rebekah, his once-disapproving siblings, had opened his eyes to the truth— that my absence had left a void in his life.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Klaus stood outside the balcony, his heart heavy with regret. The memories of time spent together played like a filmstrip in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of what he had lost. He swirled the glass in his hand around, mindlessly watching it.
Elijah approached the open balcony doors and stood still, his voice gentle but firm. “Niklaus, we’d like for you to hear us out. You can’t go on like this anymore brother.”
Klaus was silent for a while then with a huff he said, “Very well, say your piece.”
“We were wrong. I apologize for the part I played in hurting Y/N. You need to go to her.”
His back was still turned, facing the city in front of him. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his voice sounding venomous. “You do not tell me what I need Elijah.”
“Then tell me what I can do.” Elijah removed his hand from his pocket, waving it in front of him.
“What I needed you to. I needed you to stand by me and support us…you made me choose.” His voice cracked at that last sentence as he spun around to face his older brother.
Elijah's expression softened, his concern for his brother evident. “It's not too late, Niklaus. Reach out to her, before it truly is.”
“This was your doing! You and Rebekah!”
“We’re sorry for doubting her Nik, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” Rebekah yelled back at her brother. She had been silently watching and listening from the door.
“What I wanted was her and you drove her away!” He throws his glass of liquor across the room, the bottle following quickly behind.
Rebekah flinched and shut her eyes as she whispered, “Nik we’re sorry.”
“Go to her brother. We will not fail you again.” Elijah extended his hand out to him and Klaus gave it a firm shake. With a nod, they reached a silent agreement.
Without a word, Klaus left to his room to think it over. He knew he could never gain her trust again after letting her go so easily. He often used his art room to conjure up his master plans but not this time. In a few hours he had decided and that was how he found himself standing outside my door, his heart pounding as he raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, the weight of his emotions holding him back. The door swung open, and there I stood, the sight of him taking my breath away. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and the unspoken words hung heavy in the air.
“Y/N,” he finally said, his voice a mix of longing and regret.
“Klaus,” I replied softly, my heart racing.
“I missed you love,” he admitted, his voice vulnerable. His hand reached out to me, gently placing it on my cheek.
I looked into his eyes, the depth of his emotions mirrored mine. “I missed you too, Klaus. But things are different now.”
The silence between us spoke volumes, a symphony of emotions that echoed the pain of our separation and the hope for a second chance. As our gazes held, a sense of understanding passed between us. I wanted nothing more than to stand there and take it all in, take in the sight of him. Call it weakness or strength but in that moment I needed to be honest so I revealed the truth.
“I'm pregnant,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.
Klaus's expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and then to anger. “You moved on so quickly?” he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. He pulled back as though my touch burned him.
I shook my head, the tears spilling over. Desperately, I took a step forward to be closer once more, “No, it’s yours. Our child, Nik.”
He couldn’t believe it and I wouldn’t blame him, he didn’t know. Ten years ago I triggered my curse and quickly learned a few things, one of them being scent. A witch that was a family friend offered to hide it as a way to thank me for saving her children. From that day onwards, I could smell other wolves but none knew my scent which hid me from supernaturals alike. Klaus never knew, I would have told him one day but after realizing I’d never gain his siblings' trust and the constant doubts from him, I kept my secret.
Still even with my revelation, he was partially in the dark. If I had any chance of convincing him, I needed to tell him the entire truth. I placed one hand over my abdomen and looked at him, tears falling freely. I knew in the silence he’d hear it. Time seemed to have slowed in that moment as I saw his face morph into different stages of understanding.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave, his anger giving way to shock and disbelief. “What?”
I took a step closer, my hand gently caressing my belly. “Hope. She's ours, Nik.”
“How?” His voice was small, almost child-like, though his gaze remained on my abdomen.
With my free hand, I reached down for his and placed it on the side of my head. I wanted him to know everything, I wanted him to trust me fully which is why I let him inside my mind. “See for yourself.”
Moments later tears glistened in his eyes as he looked at me, his heart torn between regret and joy. “I can't believe I doubted you,” he whispered.
As he reached out to touch my belly, his fingers gentle against my skin, I felt a rush of emotions—love, forgiveness, and the chance for a future together. This was all I had wanted. Right here, I had all that I could ever ask for and I’d be damned if I let it go without a fight. He was my home.
“Love I'm truly sorry. I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
I smiled through my tears, feeling the weight of the past lifting from my shoulders. “Klaus, we have a chance to start again—for Hope and for us.”
“Hope?”
“You don’t like it? We can pick something else.” I quickly said, worried I had already done something wrong.
He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead then looked down at my belly. “No, I love it.” His fingers moved around in slow circles and I could feel her inside me as she pressed closer to him. “Hope Althea Mikaelson.”
I let out a soft gasp, immediately looking up at him. “Althea?”
“She’ll take after her mother, it’s only right she has your name as well.” He lifted my hand with his free one and kissed the knuckles, adding “I vow to never leave either of you. We will be a family sweetheart.”
And in that moment, as one hand rested against his growing daughter and the other on me, I knew that the shadows of doubt that had once clouded our hearts were finally dissipating. As we embraced, a sense of utter completeness settled over us, a promise of love and a future that would forever be intertwined. I was back home and soon our greatest Hope would join us.
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Sex with Rebekah head canon😋
Sex with Rebekah head cannons:
Rebekah is defo a witch in my eyes.
One day she’ll be on-top of you trying to see how far your legs can stretch while she grinds down on you and sucks purple marks into your neck
The next she’ll be squirming with your fingers deep inside her, girlish moans echoing through the mansion
Bekah is much more eager for long, time well spent fucking love making over a quick little interaction
She likes to have you all dressed up nicely to her liking, she loves to take you lingerie shopping, having you all pretty and fuckable
Of course she could never not wear something absolutely delicious. Always dressed in the finest lace showing her luscious curves
Her hips always swayed seductively when she walked, it was never clear if she was naturally so elegant or purposefully trying to entice you
When she lured you back to your bedroom she was always ready to pounce on you, pinning you beneath her and claiming your mouth enthusiastically
She loved to have you hump at her leg, she enjoyed the little noises you would make while you ride her beautifully thick thighs. She doesn’t even have to touch you to have you begging for her.
Occasionally she will beg for you too, especially if you’ve been teasing her.
Oh how easily she falls apart when you have you face between her thighs. She can’t help the loud cries and moans that leave her plump lips as your tongue curling inside her. Nails scratch at you scalp as she pulls at your hair.
Sometimes (with your consent) she’ll wake you up by having her talented tongue on your pretty clit, having you flutter your eyes open only to shut them again as you moan loudly and waves of pleasure crash through you
Rebekah is up for basically anything. Role playing? Sure, what do you have in mind?
Toys? Always.
Accessories? She’s always excited.
Bex wants you to be able to indulge in your every fantasy. She’s had 1000years to learn how to do everything, now she gets to show you how good she can be.
On the rare occasion she hasn’t tried something, she’s even more excited, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she waits for what’s to come.
She loves to give to you, she likes to know that she can make you feel better than anyone else and always wants to please you
That’s not to say she isn���t over the moon for you to have control over her though. Gosh the dirty things you’ll whisper to her while her hands are stuck above her head, her body struggling to contain itself.
Sometimes when one of you is especially needy in public she’ll have her hand wondering between your legs, urging you to open them so she can feel you.
A few times she would pull you hand to her, she’s been wearing dresses much more since being with you, always ready for your waiting fingers, buzzing in her seat for you.
Even her siblings know that you two are like breeding bunnies. The distaste is clear on Elijah’s face as he glances at the sofa knowing that you two had been there nearly the whole night before finally moving it upstairs as a very embarrassed Klaus accidentally walked in while he was going to get a drink.
Kol was quick to tease his sister and Freya couldn’t help her giggles seeing both your flushed faces.
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Hiii 🫶🏼 I hope you're still up for doing an Elijah request! 🤗 I can't get this man out of my head haha
Soo it would be an idea where they met somewhere in Mystic Falls and immediately felt some bond between them, so it happens that they start falling in love (she's human but knows about vampires) but she's too afraid to get hurt so she also tries not to get too close to Elijah. One night he sees some stranger following her home from the Grill and even starts attacking her, Elijah is immediately there saving her and taking her home with him to treat her wounds (mostly some scratches) and he's just super worried. There she realizes that Elijah would never be the one hurting her and they finally share their feelings with a lot of kissing and cuddles afterwards and he holds her, telling how much she means to him.
Oh I hope this is not too weird at all 🙈❤️
Description: Upon meeting Elijah Mikaelson, the feelings start to come but in fear of being hurt, the reader decides to keep her walls up to protect herself. This changes after Elijah protects her after being attacked.
Warnings: fluff, small angst, physical assault (mild), she/her pronouns, maybe swearing?
*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*
Thanks so much for making this request! I can never get sick of Elijah, this man is always on my mind and please feel free to request again if you wish :) I really enjoyed writing this, thank you again :D
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view
Word Count: 2,125
First Person's POV
Tonight at the Grill was a ‘live acoustics’ night, some of the performers were good and others were quite frankly not that great. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were off on the next big adventure for the vampiric save-the-day business and while I knew about all the vampires, witches, werewolves and all that extra fun stuff. Besides Matt, I was the only human in the group and somehow I was pushed aside to be kept ‘safe; despite Matt always being dragged into the whirlpool of drama even if he didn’t want to be.
“The music is wonderful for the atmosphere tonight, don’t you agree?” That voice would haunt my dreams, haunt my every thought, I couldn’t fathom how gentle and warm a voice could sound. I glanced to the side, shooting a polite smile to the impeccably dressed man and nodded in agreement.
“I do agree, I feel like I’m in like a cute little romance story, the warm lighting and the music-“ I cut myself short, realising I was babbling to a random stranger who more than likely did not care for my ideas and thoughts.
“I can see how you would see that.” Oh, gosh- those eyes! That smile! This man would haunt me forever, picture perfect and everything I would want in a man. I continued to share a polite smile with the man, fiddling with the straw in my chocolate milkshake and turned myself slightly to face the man a little better.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” Realising that he was waiting for my name, I placed my drink down and took his hand.
“Y/N L/N” He softly cupped my hand, shaking it and proceeded to share his name.
“Elijah Mikaelson.” I wish I could’ve hidden my reaction better, my eyes went wide, and my smile flattened for a moment before I quickly made sure to continue to be nice and polite. Elijah carefully rested my head on the bar, took a small sip of whatever his drink was and gazed at me with a quizzical look.
“You know who I am…” His tone was neither harsh nor hurt, Elijah seemed to have suspected my knowledge of his name and he even seemed curious by the idea of my knowledge.
“I know of your brother Niklaus… Elena told me about you, I think she might have exaggerated a bit. You don’t seem like the antagonist she kinda painted you out to be. From what I’ve heard, you’re the nicer brother… the noble one and I'm sure first glances can be deceiving but… I don’t know- you don’t seem like a bad man.” He briefly licked his lips, eyes shooting up to the ceiling and seemed to be contemplating his next moves.
“I suppose you know-“
“That you’re a…” I leaned closer to whisper so people passing by wouldn’t hear.
“An Original.”
“You don’t seem to be phased.”
“Team doppelgänger has built up my immunity to supernatural beings.” I let out a weak chuckle, cringing internally and turned my focus back on my drink. I wanted to keep speaking with him, I really did want to keep speaking with him but I knew the world that I happened to live in and I didn’t fancy the idea of being bait or hurt as collateral damage.
“It was really nice to meet you Elijah but I have to go.” He nodded, that handsome smile appearing once more, his actions made me gush and brought butterflies into my belly as he grabbed my jacket and assisted in placing it back on.
“I hope that you have a good evening, Y/N”
“Same to you Elijah.” He seemed to have a thought pop into his head, I stopped in my tracks, allowing for him to have the benefit of the doubt and give him the chance to speak his mind.
“May I have the pleasure of seeing you again?”
“Maybe… There’s always tomorrow.” I knew I had given myself away, I could feel my heart skip a beat, I’m sure he could hear it, his facial expression didn’t change but I could feel that he knew what I was feeling.
“Have a good evening,” I whispered, brushing past him to carry on my way.
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I had seen Elijah a couple of times since our first meeting, we had small conversations and I tried my best to conceal my heart, I didn't want to get close to this man despite enjoying his presence, his voice and the true appearance of his gentlemanly ways made me fall into a daydream greater than any story or dream I could ever have or read.
The next time I saw Elijah was three months after our first meeting, as I said we had multiple different meetings and they were all the greatest moments of my life despite how much I tried to protect my fragile heart. I had left my home for the park, I wanted to read outside of my home and get some fresh air away from the stuffiness of my bedroom. I rested the picnic blanket underneath a large tree, I read three chapters of my book before I felt a presence looming nearby, I placed the book to the side and stood up, surveying the area for a figure and jumped in my skin seeing Elijah approaching me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, may I join you?" I nodded, smiling at the man, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down with me on the picnic blanket. He gently picked my book up, staring at the cover with intrigue, I observed him with butterflies growing in my stomach, a blush wanting to form on my cheeks as I continued to drown in what was possibly a huge crush for the Original Vampire.
"Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi... I'm not sure I've heard of this one before."
"I doubt you would've, I don't exactly picture you reading a book like this?" He smiled, tilting his head slightly, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth and he handed me back the book.
"Why is that?"
"Well... I don't know, I picture you reading older books nothing from the late 20th century to the early 21st century." Elijah briefly nodded in agreement, I smiled proudly at my guess and fiddled with the tassels hanging off of my bookmark. The vampire took off his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up, I bit the inside of my cheek, begging myself to remain calm and avoid giving away any kind of emotions being revealed.
"Enlighten me, will you though, please? What's it about?" I cleared my throat, leaning closer to him with joy forming, giddy that he was showing interest in something that I liked and enjoyed.
"It's the third book in the series, I've read it before, and this one is one of my favourites. Essentially the series is all about control some people have these powers and the leaders are trying to control these people. The relationship of the main characters is what I happen to enjoy the most about it, I love how Tahereh created their bond from..."
"Why did you stop?" Elijah gently questioned, his face furrowing in concern, I wanted to cringe but I forced the words out before I could let that show. Taking a deep breath, I turned my gaze back to him, scrunching my face up briefly and proceeded to explain to Elijah what was going through my head.
"Whenever I ramble on to the Salvatores and all that, it's clear that they don't care and I'm not wanting to force that onto you. I'm sorry." Elijah tutted, shaking his head and holding out his hand for me to take. Hesitating for a moment, I finally rested my hand in his, holding my breath for a moment and kept my eyes focused on him as he rested his other hand on top of mine.
"You do that too often, Y/N, I can see you trying to protect your heart and you have a wide range of information waiting to come out and you shut yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that. I hope you find someone... someone who makes you realise you don't need to do that."
"Could possibly end up being you, Elijah," I whispered.
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When someone unknown came into Mystic Falls, it was always a concerning event, the vampires were always the most suspicious of strangers and most of the time they were typically right for not trusting the stranger. It was late when I left the grill tonight, Elijah was growing on my mind more and more, and I would be hit with a wave of memories at random moments.
"Up ahead, there's an alley to your right, walk down it. Try anything-"
"Okay... I understand." I whispered, complying as I walked a little quicker and turned down the alleyway. I cried out as I was instantly shoved against the wall, my head ached and the world spun around me, I bit back a sob as I hit the ground and hissed as the gravel bit into my skin. I kicked off my heels, not fancying a broken ankle and lept to my feet running towards the street but missed as the man tackled me to the ground and which resulted in blood slightly trickling down my forehead and more cuts forming against my skin.
It felt like something out of a vampire movie, I heard a whoosh and then a light thud. Elijah appeared, holding the man against the wall effortlessly with one hand and easily compelled the man to walk off and not commit any sort of crime again. I let out a few sobs as the pain sunk in and the adrenaline started to fade away.
Elijah swooped me into his arms, effortlessly taking me to his mansion and rested me down on his obnoxiously large bed. He crouched down, gently cupping my face in his hands, observing my facial features and swiftly disappeared somewhere before running back.
"Are you okay?" He questioned, focusing on grabbing the things from the first-aid kit to treat my wounds.
"I'm okay..." I whispered, hissing as he wiped an alcohol wipe across the graze on my palm and watched as he apologised profusely for inflicting any added pain onto me. Elijah was so attentive to my needs, he cleaned the blood and dirt away from my cuts and grazes. Covering them with bandaids, doing what he could to assist in caring for me. It was as he was lingering for a moment, observing my form that I realised that Elijah Mikaelson would never hurt me. He would never cause any harm to me, Elijah Mikaelson would protect me and I knew that I wouldn't need to worry any longer.
"You wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered, staring at the vampire as he grasped my face and held eye contact with me.
"Y/N L/N I would never dream of hurting you, you... you're perfect... Y/N you are the epitome of perfect, I haven't met someone as intelligent, kind, sweet, and funny in a long time. Y/N I love you and I hope that you'll allow-" I pushed myself closer to him, carefully cupping his face to kiss the man who had possessed my dreams too often.
"Elijah, please, never let me go, I can't keep guarding myself-"
"Shhh, I've got you." He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his arms and pushing himself to lay against the headboard of his bed. I inhaled, holding onto the warm and mesmerising smell of his cologne, I curled into his chest and hummed gently as he rested another kiss on my forehead.
I felt protected, Elijah was my guardian angel, and he made me feel warm and gooey. Made me giddy and the butterflies a constant swarm in my belly, I fiddled with his hands, staring at the family ring that rested on his finger and glanced to him as he pulled my face to meet his. I hummed as he rested a kiss against my lips, sucking in another deep breath and curling in closer as he strokes my hair, his touch comforting and loving.
"Can I stay here? Just in your arms? Where I'm safe and with you, you Elijah who looks after me and takes the time to listen and know me?" Elijah's smile made the butterflies come to life, my cheeks flushed red and his simple words reassured me for an infinity of time.
"Always and forever."
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Asleep
Summary: After spending an unproductive day at the Mikaelson compound, you pretend to be asleep so you can get Kol to carry you to bed.
Fluff, fluff, fluff!
Kol Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
You sighed, stretching your legs which ached after being in a position for a little too long. You had finished the novel in your hands in one sitting, even though the plot and the characters were disappointing. Safe to say, you were bored.
Before you met your boyfriend, Kol, about a year ago, you were quite content living alone, attending classes, completing assignments, and reading books. You had never realized when you became so used to him, his quips, his charming smile. You now couldn't spend a day without him, without finding everything around you worthless. He brought light and meaning to your days, making each moment valuable. He taught you how to live life with a different perspective. He effortlessly wove himself into your days, making them happier. That every day after a tiring day at work, you knew you had someone to come home to. And you couldn't help falling in love with him a little more with each passing day.
His dysfunctional family adored you, and you loved them back with all your heart. Life was happy. You were happy.
It was past midnight and he hadn't returned. You were alone at the compound. Rebekah, Freya and Hayley were at the plantation house with Hope, so for the past week, you were with the brothers.
With each passing moment, you grew more worried for them. Sure, they were some thousand-year-old invincible original vampires, but over the years, they made quite a few formidable enemies. Being a human, you never imagined the horrors of the supernatural world.
Lost in thought, you almost didn't hear the loud footsteps entering the house. By the way they hit the floor, you instantly knew it was Kol. You were quite observant, and despite not having the heightened senses of a vampire, you could use your own quite well.
"Now, now brother, that wouldn't be quite fair, would it?" You heard Klaus' thick accent. Kol cackled and Elijah mumbled something incoherent to which Kol doubled over laughing.
You quickly snuggled to the pillows, lying down and pulling your heap of blankets closer, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep, turning around slightly so that the boys would not be able to see the smile you were sure you would not be able to keep off your face.
As the footsteps grew louder, an argument between the younger brothers could be heard.
"Shhhhhh."
The whispers ceased and you could almost hear the smile forming on Elijah's face.
A chuckle.
A pat.
Footsteps retreated and one moved forward. You feel the couch dip at where your feet rested and Kol took them in his lap and rubbed them with his rough fingertips. His touch was warm, and with great effort you silenced the sigh escaping your lips.
He stood up and moved. He lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, discarding the blankets covering you. You fought off the smile threatening to form on your face as he carried you upstairs.
A door opened and closed.
Kol laid you on the plush bed and covered you with the silky duvet. You made no movements to get more comfortable. He pushed your hair out of your face and grabbed your ankles and pulled them down.
A few moments later, the door to your en-suite bathroom opened and closed.
You opened your eyes and grinned triumphantly, giddy that you fooled your boyfriend. When the door closed again, you felt the bed dip at your feet.
A silky, soothing voice you knew a bit too well spoke. "You can stop pretending now, darling."
You didn't open your eyes and carried on the act.
"I know you aren't asleep." You opened your eyes, unable to keep the pout of your face. You released a breath you didn't realize you had been holding.
Your eyes met with the gorgeous face of your lover. He had a goofy smile on his face. Your heart beated insanely fast and you whined. "How did you know?"
"I know you, love. You can't fall asleep without me. Your heartbeat gave it away."
You groaned, but you were secretly happy.
" If you wanted me to carry you to the bed, baby, you could've just asked."
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