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v-velvetykisscs · 2 years

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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 / 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: kai kidnaps you to try his new powers on you and you try to escape him.

WARNING: yandere ! kai - obsessive, worshipper, sadistic , deranged ! kai ( basically normal kai lol ) heretic! y/n, tvd gang! y/n marking/carving kink, bondage, blindfolding, sexual references, pet names, blood kink??( swallowing of blood )

NOTE: this is so dirty, i feel like i'm teasing you guys. lemme know if you want a part 2!! :)

god, she's so beautiful.

he thought as he stared at your drowsy form.

at the soft arch in your back, at your silky smooth curtains of hair and the way it cascaded onto your face, swaying softly with the breath of breeze that travelled through the double doors on either side of the corridors.

it was kai who had carried you bridal style through the empty hallways of mystic falls high and tied you up to the ceiling tiles. he'd done it all so meticulously, locked your handcuffs in around each of your smooth, porcelain wrists. wrapped a black headband around your lids, letting his fingertips graze the cold skin of your cheeks.

he could feel a twitch from under his kaki cargo shorts form as he let his mind drift to a vision of you wailing and moaning in pain as he practiced his magic on you. the thought of you writhing in agonising pain on your knees in front of him, relaxing into his touch as he grasped your chin tightly was enough to send him over the edge.

he yearned nothing more but to break you. to break you and bend you to his will. to mark you and claim you as his. but most importantly, to make you love him as much as he adored you.

flinching, you turned your limp head away from the white haze of lights seeping your vision through the black material covering your eyelids. you hear the monotonous hum of electricity.

what the fuck?

you jerk your head up suddenly, twisting your head from side to side as you try your hardest to see through the fabric tightly wrapped around your eyes. you finally feel the rest of your limbs outstretched and when you try to move your right hand you hear the loud jangle of chains.

is this some sick joke?

your heartbeat accelerates in your chest, ready to leap out of your ribcage and out of your dry mouth. you inhale shakily and try to tap into your magic but it's as if it's been dried up. panic surges through you tenfold as you realise you can't feel your magic through your veins.

"i'd give up trying if i were you, i've sucked up most of your magic. thanks for that by the way doll face.”

suddenly a pair of hands settled on the sides of your head and snaked around to reach the knot holding the folded fabric over your eyes on. with a small tug, the fabric came undone.

you blinked hard as your eyes focused on a tall figure towering over your restrained form, inching slowly toward you.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was breathtakingly gorgeous, with his chiselled jaw and button nose and the lopsided smirk resting on his plump lips.

but what entranced you most were his metallic blue eyes, a mixture of asphalt and gas-stove-blue flames, sparking with azure embers.

his eyes were kindled with excessive excitement, but the churning feeling from within the pit of your stomach and the goosebumps creeping over your bare arms outwardly showed the dread you had for the man shamelessly trailing his gaze down your shackled body, almost undressing you with your eyes.

fucking perv.

“who are you?” you hesitantly asked.

“oh i’ve forgot to introduce myself. manners, i’m kai, pleased to make your acquaintance. i'm quite offended damon and bonnie haven't mentioned me.”

“oh, they have. i know you're a social pariah and fucking psycho and i want you to unshackle me right now-“

suddenly, he gripped your jaw in his hand, interrupting you. the cold, silver metal of the ring on his index finger burning against your skin as he turned your face in his soft palm and you felt disgust at yourself the pang of warmth the action sent through your abdomen, spreading like wildfire to your cheeks.

his eyes squinted as he analysed every detail on your face, as if committing the sight of you to memory, photographing you into his dirty, perverse twisted mind.

"you've got quite the mouth on you, i'm surprised. considering how cute you look."

he let go of you gently, smirking at the look of distaste on your face.

after all, he loves the idea of a challenge.

“sorry about earlier, i didn't mean to knock you out. in fact i think i might’ve accidentally killed you, judging by the colour of your skin and the veins bulging out of your cute face, you looked like mouldy cheese” you crinkled your nose at this.

"why did you take me?" you whispered

"oh. i thought it was obvious. you're a freak of nature, well that's rich coming from me but i find you truly fascinating. besides, your regenerative powers make me feel less awful about toying with your life."

"my friends will come get me soon." you tugged against your chains, moving as much as the fetters allowed toward him threateningly, staring him down. you rattled against your cuffs and kept on tugging on them.

"nothing a little invisique spell can't fix. do me a favour and stop making such a fuss? it's insufferably annoying."

he lifted his hand toward you and you winced as a wave agony lashed across your face. you felt an invisible force tracing across your cheek painfully and you screamed at the sight of blood dripping down your jaw. your heart lapped against your ribcage in fear and you moaned with pain as kai's magic gouged lines into your face. soon the pain resided and your head lolled down as you stared at the floor.

you heard a loud crack and glass shatter onto the floor and from your peripheral vision noticed him pick up a shard. he advanced toward you, tilting your head up once again with his index and thumb abruptly, extending the mirror toward you. you stared back at your reflection, trails of tears under your sunken eyes and a bloody "K" letter carved into the skin of your cheek.

he licked his lips as he watched the blood pool at the edge of your face, dripping onto the floor, his eyes brightening at the sight. He turned to look into your face, his line of sight falling to your red lips, bruised from biting onto them. he placed his own above yours, ghosting over the skin and you felt his mouth stretch into a wide smirk. immobilised you drew in a sharp breath at the beyond-invasive proximity. feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the pool of heat building between the flesh of your legs, covered with skin-tight jeans

gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear whispering slowly into it.

"you look perfect." he told you, grazing your cheek with his thumb as he smeared the blood onto his finger, licking it off with his tongue.

you kneed him, eliciting a grunt of pain and tugged furiously at your handcuffs which gave way with the second yank, dawning coming upon you that your supernatural strength had regenerated. you burst into a sprint toward the doors to the outside, pushing them open forcefully and leaped out before being sent backward. You hurled yourself again in hopes you could pass the threshold to the outside but was knocked back again due to the invisible magical barrier planted at the entrance.

“come back doll face, i’m not done with you!” you heard him say loudly from down the corridor. you turned on your heel and chased down another corridor, bursting through another door.

with a whoosh of wind, the lights flickered intermittently. you looked around to see you landed into a cafeteria, adorned with white and red foldable, large lunch tables. you rushed to the double doors at the end of the lunch all and tugged them open.

you felt your heart plummet down into your stomach, drumming loudly in your ears, prying its way out of your body.

kai raised his head to gaze at you as you opened the door. his hand propped over his head, body slouched forward, as he'd been patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door all along. he wanted to make you feel like you stood a chance and thrived off taking that glimmer of hope away. he got off your despair and couldn’t help the cheshire smile pulling at the sides of his mouth, brimming with pride.

“found you.”

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nevereverthem · 10 days

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TVD opinion :

Hear me out,

I don't know why siphoning is seen as an abomination. I think it's fricking damn useful !

Remember when Kai was made an heretic and was bit by Tyler ? Meaning he had werewolf poison in him, making him sick to death, literally ?

He siphoned the magic from the wound, taking the poison out of his system. He also turned it into more power he could use, and his vampire side was able to heal himself easily.

That's an awesome trick !

Every vampire should bow down to siphoners ! Because, hey ! Vampire has a little bite ? They go straight to see a siphoner to get the magical poison out of them and they're good.

No need to bribe Klaus into healing them. 🙄

I mean, you still have to convince a witch to heal a vampire, but well, if it's a friend of a friend.... 🙄

I get why siphoning is a risk, but just for that, it sounds damn cool !

✨🩸💀🩸✨

#tvdu #the vampire diaries #kai parker #siphoning #siphoner #tvd opinion

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celestialsmessy1 · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Happy New Year!!

Hopefully in came in with a bang and lots..... and lots of magic 😉✨

#fanart #happy new year #2024 #the vampire diaries #tvd #bonkai #bonnie bennett #kai parker #malachai parker #celestialmess1'sart #celebrate with a siphon #who is your greatest love

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eleanorroseaxoxo · 3 months

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Imagine A Witch With The Bloodlust Of A Vampire

It was just Robin and Steve down there in the Russian Underground Bunker, tied back to back. Steve was still bloodied up and beaten to a pulp, healing slower than usual for some reason, maybe the Russians tampered with his healing or something?

Around half an hour an hour ago, those Commie bastards had injected both Robin and Steve with separate serums, maybe they injected him with wolfsbane? How on earth did they know he was a wolf?

Which raises the question, if they injected wolfsbane into Steve, what the hell did they inject Robin with?

“What did they inject us with, Steve?” Robin asks him, almost reading his mind.

“I don’t know.” Steve admits. “But what I do know is that I don’t wanna stay here for another second. Can’t you do some witchy juju or something?”

Robin scoffs. “Okay, first off, I’m a siphoner, not a witch, huge difference. And secondly there’s nothing to channel around here.”

Steve thinks for a long minuet before responding. “Channel me.”

“What.”

“Channel me, I’m a wolf.”

“Hold on, wait a minute!” Robin exclaims. “You’re a werewolf? You’ve been a werewolf this entire time?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not usually something to be proud of, I don’t go around blurting it out to everyone.” Steve explains and tries to calm. Robin down. “Can you just get us outta here and I’ll explain everything.”

Robin sighs.

Before she could do anything, the door opens and Colonel Ozerov and his team of Russian doctors enter the room and begin examining Robin.

“What are you doing to her? Hey! What are you doing to her!” Steve demands, but the Russians ignore him.

“The blood has been in her system for half an hour, now.” A Russian doctor states in Russian.

“Great, let’s move on to phase two.” Ozerov replies.

“What are you two dinguses talking ab-”

Before Robin could finish her sentence, she felt a cold blade swipe against her throat, before feeling a warm liquid trickle down her neck.

“Robin? Robin! What did you do to her, what did you do!” Steve screams as he hears his friends choked breathing. “Robin, no!”

“Your friend is dead, wolf.” Ozerov informs him. “For the time being, anyway.”

Steve lifts his head up, holding back his sobs for a few moments. “What do you mean?” The Russians just smirk and exit the room, leaving Steve in there with Robin’s dead body. “Hey! Hey, what do you assholes mean?!”

An hour passes, and Robin is still sat there, head hanging forward as the blood around her neck begins to dry.

Steve is still sat there in shock, both at the fact that Robin is dead and that he’s sat behind her corpse.

“Robin, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Steve sniffles. “I should have never got you caught up in all this. I should have told go to go away when you asked if you could translate that stupid Russian code.” Steve scoffs. “Look where that code got us now, right in the middle of-”

Steve is interrupted by Robin’s gasp of breath, desperate for air.

“Robin?”

Robin coughs and clears her throat, she looks at her uniform to see the blood and starts to panic. “What? W-what happened? Why am I covered in blood?”

Steve’s face pales at it dawns on his what’s happening. The Russians injected Steve with wolfsbane, and they injected Robin with vampire blood.

Steve takes a deep breath. "Robin, I need you to listen to me and I need you to stay calm, okay?"

"O-Okay"

"Those bastards injected you with vampire blood before they killed you?"

"K-Killed me? Killed me?" Robin asks, confused and panicked. "Am I dead?"

"Technically."

"Then, how-"

"Robin, if a person has vampire blood in their system when they die, they go into transition." Steve explains. "Either you drink blood within twenty-four hours or... you die, permanently."

Robin gasps at the realisation that she in transition, whatever that means, and the fact that she must either drink human blood or die.

"Wait, what happens after I drink blood? Steve?"

"You become a vampire."

"Wrong." Steve and Robin turn to look at Colonel Ozerov opening the door. "She'll be a unique breed, one that's so unheard, they're not on record."

"What are you talking about?" Robin demands.

"You see, it's impossible for a person to be both a witch and a vampire, but it is possible to be both siphoner and vampire."

"So you just turned against her will to be your little experiment." Steve scoffs. "Classy, dude."

"Summon me when you are done." Colonel Ozerov tells to the doctor before leaving the room.

Steve notices that the doctor is pouring some blood in a cup and momentarily panics.

"Robin, listen to me, okay?" Steve pleads. "You don't have to drink that blood if you don't want to. I totally understand not wanting to be vampire. I mean, Jonathan and Hargrove make it look easy, but-"

"Steve, trust me on this."

"Huh?"

The doctor stalks his way to Robin and practically pours the blood down her throat, and Robin lets him?

"Rob? You doing okay?"

Robin swallows the last bit of blood in her mouth, completing her transition. "I'm fine, Steve. Still a little hungry."

With her newfound strength, Robin breaks her hands free from her restraints and grabs the doctor, putting him close before tearing into his neck. It only takes a few seconds for her to drain him dry before throwing the doctor's body to the floor.

"Woah, what a rush!" Robin laughs.

"How you feeling?"

"Amazing, great, energised! It's like a battery charge." Robin manages to free herself from the rest of her restraints and heads over to Steve. "Can you free yourself?"

"I can't, it's the wolfsbane in my system."

"Right, right. Uh..." As Robin breaks Steve from his restraints, Dustin and Erica rush in.

"Ahhhh! W-Where are the evil Russians that we're supposed to save you from?"

"Robin ate him." Dustin looks at the doctor then looks at Robin, who shows Dustin her fangs.

"You transitioned?"

"Yeah, I'm a vamp!" Robin smiles.

"Well, part siphoner-part vampire." Steve explains.

"Oh, yeah. I'm totally a freak of nature now. I wanna take this super-speed thingy on a test drive!" Robin laughs then vamp-speeds out of the room, testing her new abilities.

"Robin!"

#stranger things #stranger things au #tvd au #robin buckley #steve harrington #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #werewolf steve harrington #heretic robin buckley #siphoner robin buckley #vampire turning

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Kai Parker Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @ofeternals - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes- some pyschological humor, occasional bloody references, and mostly chaotic meme entry for one of TVD’s greatest villains

“The useless one is here. Thank god.”

“last time I saw you, i was trying to kill you. Why don’t we pick up where we left off?’

“Crocodile Dundee called. He wants his knife back.”

"At least my coffee will never get cold in hell."

Huh, That's Ironic."

Did it sound like she missed me?’

“well, at least, I felt that.”

“It sucks about that shirt though.”

“ You are crazypants.”

“Hi sleepyhead, remember me?”

“Crushed it. Literal mic drop.”

it’s because I want to kill you.”

“It feels like I’m being dragged back to hell by my colon.”

“I think I’m on the wait list for heaven, but they’re not returning my calls.”

“Translation: She’s about to croak.”

“Like water just oozing out of my eyeballs like I’m some alien creature excreting fluids.”

“I think I’m on the wait list for heaven, but they’re not returning my calls.”

“Are you guys talking about her? Because honestly, I didn’t think she was all that great.”

“In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a sociopath. I know. Shocker.”

“Sorry, manners, nice to meet you. Pork rind?”

“You can always fight dirty. Like that time you and her played Monopoly and you stole from the bank. Not cool.”

“I’m just saying. Digging up mommy’s grave? That’s dark, even for me.”

"Murder is like potato chips: you can't just stop with one."

"Why are jeans so Ttght when phones are so big?"

"You two are the closest thing I have to a TV. I mean, you're no Baywatch, but..."

“Hello, Clarice.”

Whoops.”

“you clearly don’’t”

“selfie city.”

“It sure is nice to be around family for the holidays?”

“Hi, sleepyhead. Remember me.”

“I’m not really sure, because the third time I tried the spell, he kind of exploded in blood. Whoops.”

“Of course, my favourite memory is when I finally beat him to death.”

“By the way, how much does that suck about Patrick Swayze?”

"And All I Did Was Make Him Vomit Uncontrollably, Which Was Like, Ugh, All Right, Let's Stop That."

"Yay You Saw The Post-It! [Fake Robotic Voice] This Message Will Self Destruct In Ten Seconds."

"It's just not as threatening when I'm seeing four super blurry versions of you."

You are everything I didn't know I was looking for. “

"Who names a kid Malachai? It's like they expected me to be evil."

“Ah. Memories. Pitter-patter of little siblings’ feet, witchy-woo, chanting in the air, mom and dad calling me an abomination.”

“Like, say, you were in plane flying 747 miles per hour , would you die? You know, that could be dangerous, like if you’re headed to New York and your pilot reroutes for weather.”

“I had a soft spot for one of my sisters. ‘Cause otherwise, I would’ve cut her lungs out, and not just her spleen. You can survive without a spleen.”

“I did murder or heavily maim most of my immediate family, but after a long period of self-reflection, I’ve come to the conclusion that I could have handled my anger better.”

This faux merge is clearly failing because I was supposed to get your magic, right? Just- I don’t know- Put it in a- Put it in a Teddy bear or a bed pan or whatever and gimmie!”

Yoo-hoo, niece? Come out where Uncle -muse name- can see you. I have a small axe to grind… Well, not so small.”

See, when your family decides that you're nothing but an irredeemable piece of trash, well, guess the best thing to do is prove them right, right?”

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paradiecircus · 1 year

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2nd chapter of my Bonkai is up 🤗

#fanfic #fanfiction #bonnie bennett #tvd fandom #the vampire diaries #kol mikaelson #kennett #the originals #vampires #fantasy #bonkai #bennett witches #siphon witch #gemini coven

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dawningfairytale · 1 year

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okay i don't really love season 7 on rewatch (same as last time) but i'm on episode 9 and you know what? i think bonnie and nora have great chemistry and would be cute together

#tvd #the vampire diaries #liveblogging #is this bc i don't love mary louise? yes absolutely #like idk bonnie has been with worse #and again. i don't love the heretics. but nora is actually pretty good #bonnie bennett #nora hildegard #is she a villain technically? does she initially mistreat her? yes. but so does enzo #like okay ditch the whole siphon plotline but make nora an ex-witch who became a vampire #ends up with bonnie #and there's still her s8 moral dilemma of 'do i become a vampire'#but nora gets it better bc she was originally a witch

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frankensteined · 2 years

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i know that i roasted season four of the vampire diaries a lot for the incredibly stupid and very boring hunter's mark storyline, but i would take that again over whatever the hell the entirety of this julian in season seven storyline is. after actually having a lot of fun watching season six, getting through s7 is just an endurance trial at this point. i'm gonna finish this show. i'll get there...eventually...

#court vs tvd #i'm on episode 12 and SOMEHOW this pregnancy storyline has gotten WORSE?? than it was from the start #''btw the twins that were magically put inside you are kinda killing you from the inside bc they're siphoning off you lol oopsie!''#this phoenix stone stuff COULD have been insightful and interesting. but it isn't.#bonnie and nora should have gotten together at some point even just for a minute #what else...oh yeah also some matt storyline that i don't care about #how did this show take the INCREDIBLY SEXY concept of heretics and make them so boring?#and yet despite it all the cast is still selling all of this even though it's dumb as hell #so good for them at least

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starshipsofstarlord · 7 months

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Somebody That I Used To Know

Summary-> The Salvatores call Y/N Mikaelson for aid, however they don’t expect for her to have a history with Kai Parker (4k)

Warnings-> 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, porn with plot, mentions of death, blood drinking, swearing, fluff & angst, mentions of bad parenting and adultery, mentions of child abuse and imprisonment

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Kai had never been a romantic, that much was blatantly obvious, or so he told himself. To even think about being in love opened a wound inside of him, and it refused to heal. He had been raised in hell before his family sent him to an isolation that was impossible for him to escape, however they had never expected or anticipated intruders to enter his coven crafted prison world, but the improbable became possible when the other side fell. And now he was free, to an extent, with supervision of course.

Stefan rushed into the room with urgency in his steps, bearing news as he reached his brother - and Kai. They tolerated him, after all the evil-doings he had spewed in the form of massacres, realising that now he was a heretic he had some use other than drinking magic like a drug addict fiending for a hit. Things were always tense when his magic was required, but the group of supernatural heroes (and Matt unfortunately) understood that to protect the town indefinitely, his troublesome hand definitely helped. Though he wasn’t one of them, his singular use other than being a pest was to be a weapon. It was ironic really considering they had stopped, or at least tried, him from killing his family, and now he was doing their bidding murdering at their beck and call.

“Y/n’s on her way, she would have been here sooner but there was some trouble in New Orleans that she had to resolve.” The name of the woman that Stefan was referring to struck a fragile, hard to find nerve in Kai’s erratic brain, he had known a woman by the same name a long time ago… She had been unstoppable, as any original vampire would be. Y/n Mikaelson, a dead beauty whom was one of a kind, she had seen an endless variety of monsters in her achingly long life, and unlike everyone else that Kai had known, she didn’t see him as one.

He was just a man, and she was- walking in the Salvatore home apparently? It couldn’t be, be surely had to be hallucinating. The last time that he had seen her, she had bid him goodbye, promising to see him the following day, when in reality he didn’t. Klaus had staked her with a pale dagger, catching her beautiful and dormant corpse in an old fashioned casket, taking her comatosed body half way across the globe. He saw the scene of her struggle, but not her. Kai was speechless, he never thought he’d see her again, when they had met he had just been a siphon, and now he was more like her than he’d ever imagined.

Their eyes locked and time stood still for a moment, before she gave him a cold shoulder, turning her attention to the Salvatores, Stefan less than amused with her appearance. Kai hardly noticed but she was drenched from head to toe in blood, her skin flooded by the remnants of her victims. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here, aren’t I?” Damon quirked a brow at the original which caused the old one to huff out an exaggerated sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I had to do to get here to save your asses, so I’m not even going to bother. So what’s first on the agenda?”

“You can take a shower, you know where it is.” Damon nodded his head at her, and Kai was inclined to squint at the interaction but decided it best not to pry in case he discovered something he’d rather not have. Y/n turned on her heel and contently plodded up the stairs within the mansion, leaving red footsteps in her wake, luring Kai to follow her trail. He stood, beginning on his journey to know the reason for her ignorance of him, he wanted to understand the pain that he felt that was unlike any other that he had experienced.

Surely she couldn’t have forgotten him, it had been a long time for him, but in relation to those she had lived, it would have been as though they had met yesterday. The younger of the two Salvatore brothers stepped forward, wanting to severe Kai’s secret mission into a failure of efforts, however Damon held his arm out, silently ordering Stefan to remain where he was. “Let him be a peeping tom, worst that will happen is she’ll rip his loveless heart out.” To then Kai was an expendable weapon, there was only so much use that they had for him. They didn’t need to kill him, he’d be the cause for his own end, and there would be no one to mourn him, even if his family were alive.

“Hey. Y/n, stop! Please!” He was desperate for her attention, he’d gone so long without it that it was all he craved. In private, he had struggled and tried his darn hardest to cast an abundance of spells to awake her, even without the genetic gift of magic. There was no stone that he had left unturned, but all that needed to be done was to remove the dagger from her chest, but she was lost and hidden far away so that nobody could find her… not even him. Not even Jo, his own twin from birth had protected him from the parental neglect and isolation he had induced before his indefinite banishment, but Y/n had yearned to make him feel wanted and needed. When he had spent moments in private with her, away from the endless triggers, he felt like a normal person, almost human.

If not for Klaus and his incessant and overwhelming desire to collect his siblings and put them in their reserved coffins, Kai doubted that his disturbed parents would have succeeded with transferring his mind and lack of soul into the 1994 prison world. She would have murdered his coven pleasing, traditional parents in cold blood. He would have been free, and more importantly, with her. Joshua Parker and his broodmare of a wife had awaited for Y/n’s demise, acknowledging that whilst they were all powerful Geminis, an original vampire was not an obstacle that they wanted to risk fighting against. It was easier for them to wait until she was entirely out of the picture and consciousness to strike against their first born son.

Y/n looked at him, there was something in her eyes that had changed, and it wasn’t peculiar squint that she aimed at him. She was analysing his face, tilting her portrait worthy head at his appearance, repeating the sound of his voice in her brain. Her throat felt dry despite all the blood that she had drank as she began to speak, wary that she could have been imagining his presence as a trauma response, her long past encompassing her supernatural senses and making them into a realistic delusion. “You look like someone that I once knew, but you can’t be him, he would have aged by now, witches only have a mortal lifespan. Most of them anyways.” Her words spoke truth, however they had been long separated and their journeys had continued apart.

Kai dared to step towards her, reaching his silver adorned hands to her face, painting his own fingertips in the numerous layers of blood that was spread across her cheek. “The world hasn’t been kind to either of us, I’m a heretic now, and I did a lot of horrible things just so that I could survive and one day see you again. It’s really me, it’s, I’m… Malachai.” Y/n has always referred to him by his full name, and after he’d lost her for what felt like an eternity, he had vastly preferred it to be shortened to Kai. Each time he heard anybody formally naming him by Malachai, it caused him a terrible internal fever of pain, for she instantly was replayed in the only fond memories that he held close to his heart.

There was a glassy sheen reflecting from her compelling eyes, even if this was a sick and twisted trick that her body was playing on her vision, she wasn’t willing to waste another fleeting minute without pulling him into her embrace, hoping and praying to her ancestors above that Kai wouldn’t fade away. “I can’t believe it’s you.” Y/n whispered, still coming to grips with the shock that raced in her veins. She had heard commotion from the Salvatores and their younger allies in regards to the heretics that had brought dangerous issues into the borders of Mystic Falls. Never had the original expected for her Malachai to be one of the siphoner crossbreeds, they were stupidly subjective to be unexpectedly powerful after having lived lives of stealing magic and bearing the labels of being abominations to their cold hearted covens.

It was clear that they had both changed during their decades without one another. But it didn’t matter, Kai and Y/n were now individually stronger, thus meant together it would be close to impossible for any species to separate them again. “There’s something that you should know,” Y/n slightly pulled away from their coiled up proximity so that she could look into Kai’s grey irises, finding a rare comfort in their storm of pigment. “I’m a hybrid now, Klaus and I were never Mikael’s children, our father was a werewolf called Ansel, he and our mother had an affair. When Klaus took that stake out of my heart, he was planning on unlocking that hidden side of himself, and I joined him, thinking that a distraction was what I needed and that I’d never have the chance to see you again.”

Nothing changed in the way that Kai looked at Y/n, his orbs continued to be clouded with effortless and true adoration, he could care less what she was, all he wanted was her by his side until their fates rested in possible death, in an afterlife that they could fondly share. “You could never not be perfect to me, even in this moment. All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.” Kai could remember the first time he had seen her features accentuated with a visible rush of human’s blood, she had come to him in the night, after defending herself from a group of witches that had tried to use her mulled blood to bring all of her siblings to one destination. Their scheme had been to kill all vampires in the planet, and what better way to do that than to cull the untwined sources of the various and spread bloodlines. They hadn’t even come near to reigning their intended terror of mass extinction, Y/n had mauled them with quick yet painful deaths that would haunt them on the other side.

“Well I’m afraid I can’t remain looking like this Malachai, I need to shower.” Y/n miserably insisted, her pupils never wishing to leave his form again, for she was afraid that the heretic would disappear altogether. For years since Klaus had removed the dagger out from where it had been impaled in her chest, she had wanted to search for Kai, however the right opportunity had never arose. There was always a family related instance that threw any solace of doing so out the window. She was far too selfless for her own good, she continuously allowed her fleet of brothers and sisters to pull her into their conflicts, and she couldn’t find it in herself to leave them to the horrors of their mother Esther had given them lives long enough to experience. Immortality really was a cruel curse, every day Y/n would look in the mirror and see no alteration to her timeless face, there would only be more regret and trauma hidden behind her y/e/c windows to her fading soul.

“Then allow me to join you, I can’t bear to see you walk away again, I need you to come back.” Their last goodbye hadn’t prepared him for the years that had passed him by without her presence. It was a miracle that Y/n was in the same vicinity as him, she’d told him that she would see him the following day, but her promise had been broken through no fault of her own. “Well,” his past lover began to speak, Kai’s eyes solely trained on her lips that he obsessively dreamt of every night, “I’m sure that I could use your help t wash all of this blood off me.” And so Kai safely followed her until the attached bathroom of one of the many guest rooms, excited to feel her close once again. She stripped her ruined articles of clothing from her perfect, unscarred flesh, crimson painting each curve and ridge that her apparel hadn’t covered. Her movements span Kai’s mind into a flurry of hypnosis, he was entranced with her flawless anatomy.

She stepped into the shower first, allowing Kai to mentally prepare for sharing an intimate proximity with her after so long. He had always hated anyone touching him, since his parents had constantly instructed all to never lay a finger against his skin; because he was dangerous. One touch and he could kill his siblings that had been brought into the world to replace the disappointment that he was. But Y/n, he couldn’t hurt her, and she made him feel important and loved like his coven should have. They shared a history where they had both been neglected; Mikael knew that Klaus and Y/n weren’t biologically his children and so he had intended to kill them as a message to his witch of a wife, also due to simply wanting to. And even being sent to the prison world dedicated to holding and punishing Kai, his father had neglected and beaten him for being born as the black sheep. Neither of them had deserved the malicious injustice that their parents had handed out to them, but now they had time to heal together, and fix the broken shards of their intermingled roads of earning a sliver of peace.

It took him a fair few minutes to succumb back to the reality that was cast before his very eyes, like an allusive spell that disturbed his vision to picture his greatest desires. Y/n was as alive as a vampire could practically be, scrubbing her crimes from her body with her naked hands. Her knuckles were white and clenched as she feared that Kai wouldn’t join her because there was always the possibility that he wasn’t real; he was another mortal that she had outlived and his passing souls was spouting nonsense of heretics and prison worlds to madden her into believing all wasn’t lost, as it usually was. But as Kai built up the courage to shed his clothes and leave them in an abandoned cluster on the floor and join her behind the water splattered glass, and his hands nervously danced in a grip on her waist, Y/n realised that she was mistaken. He was real, and so were the tears that fell from his eyes and landed upon her shoulders that had relaxed from the warm stream that was elicited from the shower head.

Y/n span around in his arms, their bodies pressing together as she did so. Returning to Mystic Falls had been the correct move on her part, now there lay a chance to finish Kai’s and her story, rather than leaving it to remain a forgotten tragedy of their pasts. “I’m so happy that you’re here.” She hadn’t felt that raw emotion in a time too long, her voice had left her lips in a relieved sob. His shaky hands found refuge in cradling her face, pulling her closer so that their noses touched. “If I had to do everything all over again so that I’d end up here, I would.” Kai remembered the awful actions he had done, they flashed in his memory as guilt biled in his chest, he’d been raised as an evil child, and after he had realised that Y/n had disappeared, his actions proved such. At first Kai had assumed that his love had thought of him as a monster like everyone else did, however he dug through her small apartment only to discover carnage. She hadn’t willingly left him, and that made him angrier.

And he had snapped, he was always taunted for being powerless by his family, he was a pest that they had brought into the world, and so as revenge he took them out of it. But he held no regret other than being a Gemini without magic for so long, because his and Y/n’s paths had crossed as though it were fate. “I’d do it all again too, or maybe I’d have staked Klaus first. It doesn’t matter though, I’ve got you back and now we have more time, eternity is on our side.” Her lips found his, their mouths melting together in a passionate and desperate kiss that they refused to break. Their lack of breathing continued as Kai pressed her into the wall, moving them out of shot from the falling water, his knuckles hungrily grabbing the back of her thighs. He muttered an almost silent ‘jump’ into her mouth, and Y/n instantly followed his words, wanting nothing more than to be held in his arms.

It was as though two long lost worlds were colliding in an orbital explosion, Y/n’s arms were amorously locked around the apex of Kai’s neck, her lips drifting from his and teasing his neck with the outline of her teeth. They grew into fangs as Y/n found a pulse point, sinking her pointed canines into Kai’s veins, swallowing the blood that flowed into her mouth. He was thirsty to be within the hybrid whom he had missed for so long, his cock impatiently stirred against the flesh of her inner thigh, adamantly needing to be inside her. Y/n released Kai’s throat from her deadly, vampiric grip, with her lips stained red, and she lovingly admired him with heavy lids. “Fuck me Malachai, it’s been too long.” He agreed without word or hesitation, steadying her weight in his arms as he pushed his aching cock into his lover’s walls. They both exchanged relieved moans, discovering newfound ecstasy together with their heightened emotions and feelings. Her cunt hugged his length tightly, it’s vice grip bonding them together as their lips found each other again. Their tongues fought for dominance as they remained still for a moment, Kai’s feet that were planted on the floor supporting them.

“You’re so tight baby.” He huffed through his teeth, gasping down air that he didn’t know that he needed. Y/n’s back was pressed into the tiled wall of the large shower, her elegant head was timelessly craned backwards as she adjusted to the girth of Kai’s length. In her life after being separated from him, Y/n had continued her sex life with other partners, but none of them every fulfilled or satisfied her the way Kai had. The emotions that she had for the siphon were unique, it was the kind of love that she had been searching for within her over a thousand years of existence. He was thrilling and exciting for her, and she felt that same rush as Kai decided that it was time for him to move. He jarred his hips so that he almost pulled out of her walls that hugged his length to the point where all the blood in his body distanced itself from his head, only to push back into her warmth that provided him comfort like no other. Y/n enveloped his prime concentration, and the dark hauntings in his thoughts sunk to a distant place, allowing the heretic to enjoy something that wasn’t outright murder for a change.

“Oh my- holy fuck Malachai.” Y/n moaned as Kai fastened his pace and hit a particular spot in her depth that she had forgotten existed. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, leaving crescent indents in their wake whilst her legs tightened around his waist. She used her position as leverage to buck against him, neither of them were going to last long, that much was evident. To finally be together in such a comprisable scenario after twenty years was taking a toll on their bodies’ performances, neither Kai nor Y/n were far from reaching their peaks. Kai’s thrusts began to become scattered in their coordination, Y/n’s heat clamped down on him as he reached his fingers down and stimulated her bundle of nerves, spiralling her orgasmic bliss over the edge, and Kai’s orgasm followed shortly after. He filled her centre to the brim with his load of cum as he panted heavily, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as he carefully set her down so that she was standing by herself.

No one but Kai had ever treated Y/n as though she was fragile, including her own siblings. To most she was just the monster of her mother’s creation, a creature that craved destruction, Damon and Stefan had even been adamant to call her in as a reinforcement. The Gemini coven had been petrified of her presence, and so they had contacted Klaus and informed him of Y/n’s location before they banished the siphon of their family to a modified realm that held no trace of life, except for his own. Kai was the only being that took the time to see past the lives that she had agonised and taken, discovering that she was the true victim of her own actions. She was stuck with multiple curses increasing her affective thirst for blood, and there was no cure designed to fix her into a human. And even if there was somewhere out there, Y/n would be the first to admit that she didn’t deserve it. But Kai wanted her to live with little to no regrets, nothing that she had done mattered to him, he just hoped that she never regretted him.

“I love you Y/n Mikaelson, I should have said it a long time ago.” He cradled her face as the water around them turned cold, her hands choosing to lay atop of his. “And I will never let anything happen to you again, I don’t care who I have to kill to make sure of it.” Kai felt like he was finally capable of protecting her, he had his own magic now and so much more. Those in Mystic Falls had decided to allow him to live, and he had found his retribution; it was to be better for Y/n. They had a second chance and he wasn’t going to let it get away from him. “I love you too Malachai, I just never had a moment to tell you. By the time I realised what you meant to me, my brother was already in Portland.” She reached her fingertips up to brush against the scruff on his face that she was unfamiliar with, but it was definitely something that she could get used to. She wasn’t going to live another day without him by her side, they’d already lost too much time together.

“I know we’re not exactly fans of Kai, but he’s definitely got game if he can get Y/n out of all the Mikaelsons, and hold her down.” Damon nodded, as Stefan rolled his eyes at his brother. It was a good thing that they’d decided against ending Kai’s life, Stefan thought, otherwise Y/n wouldn’t be their ally if she uncovered the truth - she’d be their enemy. And that was the last thing that they would have wanted, because no one, mortal or not, ever survived her wrath. She had a soul, a tainted one at that, but she never took that into consideration if someone angered her. They were long dead before she reached them.

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49 - The Price of Landon Kirby

Part 50

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Alina’s pov

Shutting the fridge in the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of milk that was for Xavier. I jumped, nearly dropping the bottle on the floor, seeing Lizzie standing on the other side of the door. “Lizzie. You scared the living crap out of me.”

“Calm down, Alina. I just wanted to hang out with you since you’ve been busy with your baby boy.” She leaned against the countertop wearing a white long sleeve shirt and the Salvatore logo pin stuck on the front of it.

I sighed feeling guilty that she spoke the truth. “I’m sorry about that. But I thought you were busy helping my sister find Landon.”

“I was…until she basically declared that she didn’t care if we were going on a dangerous mission. All she cares about is getting her boyfriend back.”

I trailed off turning around so I was facing her. “She loves him. I understand why she wants him back.”

“But she refuses to see anyone else and refuses to care about their safety.” Lizzie flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.

I started walking and exited the kitchen hoping she would just follow me and she did so we could continue talking on foot. We made our way up the stairs to my bedroom seeing Xavier laying awake in his crib. “Lizzie, I just think you’ll understand when you find your person. And you should know by now that us Mikaelson’s are notorious for doing everything to protect the ones we love.”

“Believe I have figured that out over the years. On a different note, what do you think this little guy is going to be supernatural wise?” Lizzie slumped her shoulders tickling Xavier on his feet and his laughter filled the room.

Moving Xavier to lay his head on my chest he made a cooing noise. “Considering Jackson and I are both wolves, he’ll definitely take after that. If he’ll be a hybrid or werewitch I’m not sure yet.”

“In my opinion I think team werewitch should dominate the team heretic - huh why is your dad calling me?” Lizzie smirked back at me feeling her phone vibrating in her pocket.

Shrugging my shoulders I responded. “I don’t know. Answer him.”

“Hey Uncle Klaus, what are you calling me for?” She asked, putting the phone to her ear. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but she hung up the phone seconds later. “You told them about Hope’s suicidal mission?”

“I just told them since it might affect the school.” I answered her question.

She made a face at me, deciding to leave the room without another word. “Okay well I’ll find you later. I have to go spy on my sister's new love interest.” She shut the door behind herself and I threw my head back praying she wouldn’t find out I was lying.

“Did she suspect anything, Lina?” Hope’s voice came into my bedroom when she appeared to be me in astral projection form.

I rolled my eyes at her. “I don’t like lying to her.”

“Like you said she’ll understand when she has someone she loves like us. Now can you get the Ascendant from the office or not?” My older sister asked me.

Bouncing my baby boy in my arms I paused before answering her. “Yeah I’ll get it. But next time I am not lying to Lizzie ever again.” I laid Xavier back down in his crib heading to the office knowing we had a few more hours before the celestial event would be here which was her one chance to bring Landon back home.

Josie’s voice could be heard with me moving through the forest. “Bennett blood?”

My sister Hope answered. “Check.”

“And then, do you have the ascendant?” Josie said.

“Uh, back at the school.” She trailed off.

“Then why are we here?” Josie sounded confused.

“Well, your dad had it spelled. But for a fully operational siphon witch who can break down its barrier, that shouldn't be a problem.” My sister explained right before I came running through the woods with a bag on my shoulder carrying the Ascendant.

“I’m here, Hope.” Reaching inside the bag I dropped it at my feet holding the Ascendant in my hands. “I’ll help you and then I have to get back to Jackson and Xavier.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, Lina.” Hope said, giving me a nod. I closed my eyes focusing my magic with the object turning red briefly and then returned to its normal color.

Hope held up the coin Josie had put her magic in that suddenly flew out of her hand and we all turned our heads to see my mother and Lizzie standing a few feet away. “Well, it sure as hell is for this one, sister. I told you to leave her out of this.”

“So let me see if I have this right. You are so desperately in love with Landon that you are willing to put us all in extreme danger. Have you lost your ever freaking mind, Hope Andrea Mikaelson!” My mother stomped forward getting in my sister’s face, her fangs sticking out of her mouth. I gulped knowing we were definitely in trouble now.

Raelyn’s pov

“Mom please understand why I am doing this. You would do the same if it was dad.” Hope raised her voice at me.

Vamping in my daughter’s face I growled, raising my freehand attempting to freeze them. “I wouldn’t risk everyone’s lives unless they chose to help me out. But going behind everyone else’s backs to get him back no matter the consequences is the problem here - Immobilus.”

Alina stomped forward shoving me backwards towards my nieces. “You can’t stop us even if you wanted to. Just stay out of the way otherwise you’ll get hurt.” Stepping backwards from her I clutched my hands into fists at my sides, not liking that I felt powerless.

I was standing in the middle of a confrontation between these family members. Klaus was picking up Charming and Rapunzel from the Gilbert house so he wouldn’t notice I was missing for a few hours. “Well, I think we're all clear as to why we're here, so why don't we just skip the verbal sparring and get to the actual fight?”

“I'm not gonna ask again, Lizzie. Give her the coin.” Hope snapped at her.

“Invisique.” Lizzie takes my hand in hers and siphons some magic from me. She throws the now invisible coin across the ground.

Hope gasped. “How could you?”

“Relax. We'll find it later, after we get your boyfriend back.” Lizzie stepped towards my eldest daughter.

Josie sent her sister a weak look. “Lizzie, no. You don't have to do this for me.”

“Yes, I do. Because you're my blind spot, Jo.” She spoke back.

The Saltzman blonde glared at Hope. “You want to do this spell so bad? Let's do the damn spell.”

Standing off to the sidelines with Josie I just silently watched them. Alina finished drawing the protection circle while Lizzie got the Ascendant ready for the spell. “Now step outside the circle.” Hope instructed Alina who stepped backwards over the circle with us.

Lizzie warned her. “And don't come back in. No matter what happens.”

“Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo…” Hope and Lizzie each held onto the Ascendant and began chanting the words to the spell.

The sky began changing colors and the stars shifted around to be in line with the magical object. “It's working.” Josie muttered out.

“...Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema.”

Lizzie winced, eyeing the object when it began turning red and I could hear her heartbeat beginning to race. “I don't remember this being so painful.”

“Dark magic. The Necromancer was full of it when we trapped him, so the prison world must be radioactive with it. And now it's infecting you.” Josie gasped before I caught a glimpse of black veins crawling up their wrists and their faces. I gasped in horror when a memory flashed through my mind.

“You have to promise not to say anything to the guy and girl outside this door that came with me, this started happening after I did the spell to find you.”

Rolling up the sleeves of my shirt on my right arm I held my forearm out to her seeing her eyes go wide in shock and horror at what she saw. The black veins that had first appeared the spell to consume Esther spell had returned and we’re making their way up my arm. “Holy crap, cuz. We are in serious trouble. If…if that gets worse then you might.”

“Die, I know Jo.” I sniffed through some tears knowing Klaus would hate me if I told him I might die so I needed to fix this before he ever found out about it. “You’re the only family member I trust so I am begging for your help with this.”

Lizzie began panicking. “What do we do?”

Josie raised her voice in a panic. “Sever the connection. Let go.”

“ I can't! ” Lizzie tried to pull away.

Covering my ears with my hands I attempted to block out the increasing sounds of their heartbeats banging against my ear. “This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening right now….where is it, where is it!” Running my hands frantically around the waistband of my jeans I located Josette’s hunting knife I still had on me, death gripping it in my hands.

Hope wasn’t backing down even when the black veins began growing. “Hold on. We can do this. We just have to push through.”

“No, Hope, you could die! Let go!” Josie begged her friend again.

“No!” Hope declares with a stern tone. “I'm not abandoning him again.”

Josie moved past me and shoved her hand down on her sister’s arm, trying to help her with the magic. “ Josie! “ Lizzie cried out in terror.

Hope apologized seeing the two twins struggling. “I'm so sorry.”

“Alina!” I cried out when she ran forward throwing her hands on Hope’s shoulder siphoning from her. The dark magic began traveling between the four girls and there wasn’t a part of their skin that wasn’t covered by it.

I vamped forward to the edge of the protection barrier seeing a figure appear before my eyes again. “Difficult to watch isn’t it?”

“What the hell do you want!” I growled through heavy tears seeing the darker version of myself coming out of my head.

Dark Raelyn smirked evilly, tapping the tip of the hunting knife in my hands. “You know why I’m here, Rae Rae. The only way to save their lives is embracing who you are.”

“No. I…I won’t.” I shook my head no yet she just tilted her head silently telling me I was wrong. My fingers clung onto the blade handle with the teen girls fear consuming my every emotion. Closing my eyes I blurted out the ancient words as fast as possible off my tongue. “Fructose Ispiritus…Fructose Ispiritus!”

Gasping sharply the hunting knife fell into the glass and my hands turned red siphoning all the magic that had been contained inside of it for so long. “Ahhh!….Magia tollux de terras….Magia tollux de terras!” Grasping Alina and Josie’s shoulders wincing I held onto as best I could seeing the black veins disappear from their bodies and transfer onto mine. The Ascendent dropped from their hands when someone grunted and knocked it away from our group of witches.

All of us got thrown backwards to the dirt and the Ascendant dropped into the dust. I groaned holding my head laying beside Hope seeing someone walking to us when the fog cleared and she sounded relieved. “ Landon? “

He replied with a smile. “Long time, no see.”

“Am I dead or is this... another dream?” Hope rose to her feet slowly walking towards her boyfriend in disbelief.

Lizzie slowly rose to her feet helping her sister up at the same time. “No, I'm pretty sure Landon made it back here somehow.”

“Because we totally see him, too.” Josie whispered back.

Alina whipped her head around in my direction seeing me swaying from side to side on my feet. “Mom, are you okay?”

“I….I…my magic is -“ My eyes rolled back in my head and I fell backwards passing out onto the harsh ground.

Alina rushed over to her mothers body with the other girls all concerned for her safety. “Is she going to wake back up like normal?”

“I don’t think so, look. They aren’t going away like they should. We need to find dad immediately.” Hope declares beginning to panic about what danger she had just put her mother through…and would she ever wake up.

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

Making her love me

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

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

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

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

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

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

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

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

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

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

That was the main purpose of this trip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sophie Deveraux."

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

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

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

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

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

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

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

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

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

"And why is that?"

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

Well… mistakes happen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you better?"

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

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

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

"That we're going to be parents?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You took that information really quickly, love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Absolutely not."

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

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

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

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

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

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

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

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

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

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

"As you wish."

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

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

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

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

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

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

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

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

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

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

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

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

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

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

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

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

"Not even tried."

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

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

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

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

"You wouldn't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's why you like me."

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

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

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

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

"Deviant."

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

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

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

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

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

"Mikaelson?"

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

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

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

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

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

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

"Klaus..."

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

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

"You did?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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