Imagine being able to see ghosts and none other Henrik Mikaelson urges you to visit his family to let them know that witches tapping into their family power has summoned his spirit from the Other side.
Gen Fic X Reader
Staring up at the abattoir smack dab in the middle of the French Quarter, you can't help but gulp. Just knowing who and what live beyond the doors is enough to have your heart racing.
"Just knock and tell them. They're creatures of the night- it won't be the weirdest thing they've heard."
"Easy for you to say," you mumble, keeping your gaze forward and not on the spirit of a boy standing next to you. "You're already dead. You don't have to worry about your throat being ripped out for bringing up a dead relative to a bunch over old ass supernatural creatures."
The boy laughs. "If it looks like it's going to go bad, I'll tell you some things that only my family would know. They'll have to believe you then."
"I guess we'll see."
Chickening out for the moment, you decide to walk around the Quarter to calm your nerves. The spirit who've you come to know who goes by the name Henrik mocks you for not having enough courage, but you ignore him as best as you can while visiting a few shops. Eventually, however, you end up right where you started- in front of the abattoir which the Mikaelson family resides in.
"Excuse me," a man dressed in a rather impeccable suit says, "but can I help you?"
Your gaze darts from the abattoir to the man and you only have a moment to appreciate his styled dark locks and his chiseled jawline before Henrik gasps, then chuckling. "Elijah's short hair suits him better than it did when it was long."
Aw crap. "Uh, yes?" You utter. "You're Elijah Mikaelson, yes?"
The man subtely tenses before you, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Yes."
"Then yes, you can help me. Or rather, I can help you."
"I'm afraid I'm not following."
You sigh and glance at Henrik who seems to be circling his brother with an amused grin. "I kind of.. have this gift where I can maybe see dead people?" The statement comes off as a question and you see Elijah slowly grin.
"You see dead people?"
"Don't look so amused," you huff. "I'm sure me seeing dead people is a lot more believable to a stranger than vampires existing." His amusement quickly fades. "Yeah. I know about that too." He still seems skeptical and you groan aloud. "Listen, I don't mean you or your family any harm. Someone did, however, which resulted in this particular spirit crossing over from the Other side. It's not urgent I speak to your family, but he-" you gesture to the empty space to Elijah's right, "wanted to let you know he wasn't at peace anymore and figured I could help."
Elijah hums. "And what is this spirit's name, if you don't mind me asking."
"He said it was Henrik."
The vampire's composure falters and you see his eyes widen. He glances to his left and then his right. "Are you sure?"
"Yep. Kid's kind of a brat with terrible choices in fashion."
"Hey!"
"You need to come with me. Immediately," Elijah says. He watches as you stare off into a seemingly blank spot next to him, grinning at whatever it is he can't see. He has to clear his throat to regain your attention.
"Oh, uh, yeah," you stammer. "Of course."
Even though every fiber of your being is yelling at you to flee, you walk side-by-side the ancient vampire and roll your eyes at the giddy spirit that's practically skipping in front of you.
Elijah leads you towards and into the abattoir, and you can't help the awed gasp at what looks like an enclosed courtyard. Many people are milling about or just congregated into smaller groups and talking among themselves, but with a snap of his fingers everyone is up and then filing out at the look on Elijah's face.
There's a few people left and you have trouble meeting their gazes as Henrik lists them off as Niklaus, Rebekah and someone he's figured out from other spirits that is his eldest sister Freya.
"'Lijah, what's the meaning of this?" Rebekah asks.
You nervously shift from foot to foot and take a step closer to Elijah on instinct when everyone's gaze keeps darting to you.
"I believe I'll let our guest take the floor and answer that for you."
You glance at him, glaring but he merely nudges you forward. Heart beating as if it's trying to break through your rib cage, you clear your throat and explain. "My n-name's Y/N and I- I see ghosts."
Niklaus scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Is that all? We know many people who can contact the dead. What makes you so special?"
"Niklaus," Elijah warns.
"Well this particular ghost- he, uh, he was adamant I get in contact with you. His name is Henrik."
You see the siblings tense which makes you tense in return. Freya and Rebekah seem shocked, but Niklaus looks angry.
"That's impossible," Freya says.
"Is it really him?" Rebekah asks Elijah.
"It's why I brought her here," he says. "To see if Freya can do a spell to see if she’s being truthful."
"What?!" You whirl around on the Original. "You didn't mention that before you led me here!"
"Well what did you expect? You come here to our home, taunting us with the ghost of our dead baby brother," Niklaus sneers.
"No! I'm not- I didn't mean-"
"Make them believe you," Henrik says in a panic. "Nik's quick to anger and then act out."
"What am I supposed to say?" You asks, gaze pleading to the pacing spirit.
Freya and Rebekah follow your gaze to nothing but air, but Niklaus is fed up.
"Enough!" There's a blur of movement and then a hand's gripping your throat, pinning you to the closest wall. Your eyes widen as Niklaus lowers his face to yours, seething. "Enough. What did you think would happen when you came into our home spouting all this nonsense?"
"There's this song my mother used to sing," Henrik says from Nik's left side. "A lullby."
"I'm not.. singing.. a damn song," you manage to spit out.
"Sing it or he'll kill you."
Tears fill your own eyes as you realize just how dangerous of a situation you really are in. Your hands are wrapped around Niklaus' wrist as if you have any hope of removing his grip, but he doesn't budge. Not even when your fingernails dig into his flesh.
"Sing!"
"If only, if only-" you start, tears falling as you keep your gaze on Henrik who's singing the song to you to sing to his family, "the woodpecker sighs-"
"What?"
"The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies."
"Are you singing?" Niklaus huffs.
"While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely; crying to the moo-oo-oon, if only, if only."
"If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply," Rebekah picks up, tears now in her own eyes. "Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by."
Niklaus finally releases you, almost as if he's been burned, his expression rather haunted before turning his back on you to stare at his sister. "Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only." Rebekah sniffles as she finishes the lullaby. "Where did you learn that song?"
"Henrik," you sigh and then gesture to where he's standing. "I wouldn't lie about something like this."
"There's only one way to be sure." Freya stalks up to you and before you can scramble out of the way, her hands are held a few inches from either side of your head. She bows her head and starts chanting, and you have no idea what's going on until a searing pain in your head causes you to cry out. One of her hands then moves to grip one of yours and she moves to stand side-by-side with you. "As long as I'm touching your skin, I can now see what you see."
"A little warning would have been nice," you mumble.
"Well when it comes to my family my manners seem to vanish. Now show me, where is-"
"Hello, sister."
Freya's eyes widen as she takes in the spirit from head to toe. The boy has dark messy hair cut to his shoulders, a mint green long sleeve tunic and dark brown pants tucked into boots made out of some type of animal skin that stop just below his knees. "He looks like a very young version of Elijah," Freya says in awe. "I'm not- I can't be for certain since I wasn't around then."
"Let me see," Rebekah says first.
And not wanting to piss off the family, you hold out your other hand towards the blonde vampire. She latches on and she chokes on a sob when she sees her long dead baby brother. "Henrik? Is it really you?"
"Yes, Rebekah. It really is me."
Rebekah is freely crying now, but she's sporting a smile that's stretched from ear to ear. "Nik, 'lijah, you need to see this."
Both sisters reluctantly let your hands go and each brother step towards you. Niklaus, however, hesitates and you smile sadly at him.
"Tell him I don't blame him. I never did," Henrik says. "He'll know what I mean."
"He says he doesn't blame you," you tell Niklaus. "He never did."
Elijah's hand clasps your own and you don't bother staring at him when you hear his own gasp. Niklaus stares you down, but after another moment he takes your hand with a pleasant grip instead of one meant to intimidate. And then when he sets his eyes on Henrik for the first time since the boy had passed, you can't help but get emotional when he does.
"How are you here?" Elijah asks.
"He's here because a couple of amateur witches experimented tapping into energies in Mystic Falls. Unfortunately, they found some mystical energy that tapped into your family’s power and it somehow pulled your little brother from the Other side. But don't worry," you're quick to assure them, "it's all been taken care of. Some powerful witch that resides in Mystic Falls looked into things when I was discovered and then suspiciously interrogated when somebody found out I was looking into the Mikaelson family and their connection to the town."
Elijah sighs. "I take it the Bennett witch is the one you speak of?"
"Bingo," you grin. "She and her friend Caroline pulled me aside to make sure I wasn't trying to start drama. But after explaining my situation, they understood and weren't quite happy that these two new witches pulled out a spirit that was at peace."
"Don't let her fool you," Henrik muses. "It wasn't all niceties. Some prat with really crazy eyes voted on killing her because he didn't want that lunatic hybrid back in his home."
Despite his better judgement, Niklaus chuckles. "Damon Salvatore, I presume."
"You presume correctly," you mutter. "Luckily for me, the two women were more about understanding things first to determine whether or not I was a threat to their peaceful lives."
"How can you be sure they're not tapping into our family power anymore?" It's Freya who asks, the eldest sister who also looks more disturbed about the information than her siblings do.
"Because Henrik said that after Bonnie spoke to the other witches, he didn't feel the weird pull on his life force like he had before."
Freya frowns. "I'd still like to look into this on my own. I don't trust a witch who once had it in her to kill my family."
You shrug and fight off a smile as you watch Henrik stare up at his sister with such adoration. "Be my guest. I'm not even from Mystic Falls so it's not like I'd have to see those people again."
"But if you're not from Mystic Falls," Elijah wonders, "then how did you happen upon Henrik?"
Chuckling, you explain. "Believe it or not, my gift is still brand new to me. I was always told that the women in my family were gifted with the Sight, but that only one woman could possess the gift at a time."
"My grandmother apparently had it, but I just thought she was crazy. Then a couple of months ago, my friend heard about a dress shop in Mystic Falls and wanted me to go with her. I did and while she was getting some adjustments made to a dress she had found there, I took a walk in the park. Apparently my grandmother had passed at the time and Henrik was the first ghost I ever saw, so the slight transparent features didn't stick out to me until he kept asking me if I could see and hear him."
"Bloody good shock that was," Henrik laughs. "The other spirits around Mystic Falls are downright mean. Y/N was the first friendly person I spoke with since being pulled from the Other side."
"But how are you here?" Niklaus then asks. "From what I know, spirits can't travel that far from their final resting place."
"Ah. That would be because of this." Digging into your pocket, you pull free a small wooden knight figurine. "Spirits can latch themselves to personal belongings. When Henrik wanted to come see you after figuring out where you ended up, he had me dig up this token he'd remembered burying so long ago."
Niklaus snatches it from your hand, clearly in disbelief, and you roll your eyes as he runs his fingers over the little knight without so much as a kind word to you.
"That's just Nik," Henrik chuckles when he sees your displeased expression directed at his favorite sibling. "Don't take it personally."
"M'not," you grumble.
"Look on the bright side, friend. At least one of my siblings like you."
"Excuse me?" Even though your attention is on Henrik, you still feel Elijah tense next to you.
"Elijah looks extremely at ease holding your hand."
Your eyes widen and Henrik cackles. "You're a little shit, Mikaelson."
Rebekah, Freya and Niklaus now all stare at you, their expressions one of amusement as they see you glaring at empty space.
"Say what you want, but you're still holding his hand."
"Henrik, that is enough," Elijah says even as his lips twitch. Slowly letting go of your hand, Elijah turns to face you. "We understand if you wish to leave now that your job is done, but my family and I would appreciate it if you stayed just a while longer while Freya tries to figure something out so we can see our brother without stepping into your personal space."
"Oh, uh.."
"Elijah definitely likes you."
"Shut it, you," you mockingly glare at the spirit. Then turning back to Elijah, you hesitantly smile. "Uh, yeah. I can stick around for a bit."
Author's Note: Kudos to those who knows where the Mikaelson lullaby is from XD I was watching the movie the other day as I started writing this and thought I'd ought to put it in.
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💤 ( moonstone, and kiddos)
(Excuse Blinky while he sings a whole lullby)(@moonstonethekind )
"Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,
Baby, I just can't treat you right.
Well, I hate to leave you, baby,
Don't mean maybe, because I love you so.
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Now, my mother and my father,
Might hear if I stay here too long.
One kiss and we'll part,
And you'll be going,
You know I hate to see you go."
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