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rekaning · 9 months

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Desiderium | Elijah Mikaelson x Wife!reader

CW: None. Lots of feelings? Elijah just needs a hug honestly. Summary: Esther's machinations against Elijah has him confronting the deepest truths of himself that he has kept buried deep inside his heart. Truths he has never told you about.

You could say with certainty that you knew your husband better than most. With nearly two decades of being married and a few years of getting to know each other before then, you were pretty sure you had insight into his thoughts that not even his siblings had.

His time as a prisoner of his mother had changed him. He was no longer in control of the beast he had so meticulously kept under lock and key for over a millennia. You could see that he no longer seemed comfortable in his own skin. He rarely bothered to put on the tailored suits that had become so ingrained into your image of him.

The most agonizing aspect of this change was that he distanced himself from you. Physically, he was still with you, sleeping at your bedside, reading in the library with you, partaking in breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. Emotionally, however, there was a notable lack in your routine talks.

Where you two would talk of both everything and nothing before, now, there was stilted conversation, non-emotive hums of acknowledgment, and strained smiles.

It was painful to see him this way.

But at this point, you'd had enough. Your stubborn husband was clearly not dealing with the trauma his mother had subjected him to, and it seemed he had no plan to do so.

Thus, your current situation.

You had lured Elijah into the library, making sure to warn the household of your plan to confront him and have him heal, or at least start to.

As a powerful witch, you placed a barrier, barring Elijah from escape, in addition to a silencing charm, preventing any outsider from listening into your conversation.

A frustrated sigh escaped your husband's lips, his finger tapping at the armrest of the cushioned chair he was currently seated at. His normally warm brown eyes were tinged with agitation, "Dearest, is this truly necessary?"

You smiled back, unbothered by his obvious discomfort, knitting your hands together and placing them neatly on your lap, "Darling, we both know that you've been avoiding me for quite some time. I've had enough of it. We are going to talk about this, so, whatever nonsense you've been telling yourself to keep you from opening up to me is to end now."

You saw his jaw tick, could practically hear him grinding his teeth. Several emotions flitted across his eyes; fear, relief, shame, and sadness. You longed to ease him of his woes, but you had to understand what was going on with him.

You walked over to him, holding your hand out, wiggling your fingers in a clear sign for him to grab on. He did so with slight hesitation, his large calloused hands slipping perfectly into yours, his hold gentle. You pulled lightly, coaxing him to join you as you walked backwards toward the loveseat beside the armchair he'd been on.

You and he sat down, your hands still intertwined, and you began to stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, tracing random patterns and shapes into his skin.

You both sat quietly. You were preparing to question him while he was preparing excuses and formulating ideas to get out of this situation.

You could see the gears turning in his head so you reached out with your other hand and tenderly cupped his cheek.

His eyes shot downward to the floor in shame.

Your heart ached, seeing that expression on his handsome face.

"Darling. Please look at me." You whispered softly.

Slowly, he trailed his eyes up to your own. To your surprise, his sclera turned red and black veins became visible.

You had only witnessed Elijah's true vampiric form a handful of times, the majority of them against a threat against your or his safety. And the other small portion had been during more intimate moments, but they were never unprompted. You normally had to ask him to drink from you, and even then, he'd take the most minuscule sips.

To witness him now, unprovoked and unprompted, and see the barely concealed hunger in his eyes; you had no words.

Your surprised silence must have been enough for him, for a moment later, he looked away, inhaling deeply through his mouth, pushing down the raging hunger and tampering it to a simmer.

"My Dearest, please forgive me, I—"

You forced his head in your direction, eyes no longer wide in surprise but instead in eager determination, "Do not apologize, Elijah. No more apologies. Explain, please, just...whatever it is that is plaguing your mind, just let it out."

A long silence permeated the library. The hesitation caused you to stroke at his cheek, your eyes softening to stare up at him in complete adoration, "My darling Elijah. There is nothing you could say that would make me love you less."

Another beat of silence before he nodded, "I am...unsure of how to start. Will you...allow me to show you?"

You nodded without a single hint of doubt, "Of course."

This time, your husband was the one to reach out as he placed the tips of his fingers against your temple.

And you saw everything Esther had done. She'd broken down every wall he'd placed in his mind. The Red Door that he'd had buried deep inside. Memories that she had locked away—whether she had meant it as a form of protection for him at the time, didn't matter—it had broken him. He never gave himself the time confront what he was. Instead, he locked away his own confusion at being transformed into a vampire, couldn't deal with the fact that he had killed his first love, never acknowledged the fact that he could no longer have children despite how family-oriented he was. All this he had ignored and locked away for the sake of his family, to keep them safe and away from Mikael, to fulfill the promise he'd made to Niklaus, for his baby brother's redemption.

As the images of his torture faded from your mind, you realized that tears had formed and fallen throughout the mind-meld.

Elijah tenderly wiped away at the tear tracks, bringing your head close and placing a feather light kiss to your temple, "Forgive me, my love." He whispered hoarsely.

You placed your own hand over his, wanting him to continue touching you, "There is nothing to forgive Elijah."

He shook his head, "I am a monster, the atrocities I've committed are too numerous and you—"

You gripped his face firmly, eyes still maintaining that warm, gentle look, "I," you emphasized, "know exactly who I gave my heart to." Your hand trailed up and combed through his hair. He closed his eyes momentarily to savor the gesture. He opened them again and stared into your loving gaze.

"I know that I didn't marry a saint. And I'm okay with that."

His eyes were so vulnerable, he looked like a kicked puppy, eyes shining with barely concealed hope, "The lives I have taken, the method in which I have wrought destruction is..."

"Not so different from me."

You could see him about to deny your statement, but you placed a finger on his pouting lips, "Darling, I have lived a very long time. You know quite well the lives I've taken. I am no angel."

A smile bordering on a smirk made it way on his lips, "No," he muttered, "you are a goddess."

A bubbling laugh erupted from your lips. You could feel warmth envelope your chest at the sight of mirth dancing behind Elijah's gaze.

"My sweet Elijah." cupping his face again, you continued, "There's more to this isn't there? Please." You brought your forehead to touch his.

"Let me in," you whispered.

He could never get anything past you. The woman he married was observant, piecing the most minute of details together to create an understanding of a problem. She had only gotten better at reading him over the years. At knowing him when he was still trying to understand himself.

"I could never fool you, could I?"

You chuckled softly, "It certainly is entertaining when you try."

He sighed again.

He had been thinking about this non-stop since Niklaus and she had rescued him. An ache he had buried so deep that he'd forgotten it was there. Meeting you had inched it to the surface but he had stamped it down the more and more serious you two got.

He clasped his larger, rough hands around yours, moving them onto his lap. He stared at your more delicate fingers. So much more slender than his, smoother, softer.

"Since I was a boy," he started, "I had been raised and taught that a man was to provide and protect those of his family." He raised his eyes and stared off into the distance, "And with how my father treated Niklaus...how I had failed my brother when we were still human, I made a vow to myself that I would always keep him safe, keep our siblings safe.

"You know of my...unfortunate luck with past lovers."

You simply nodded, smiling encouragingly for him to continue.

"Killing Tatia was...it was almost as if I had killed the human part of me. Her death was my birth as a vampire."

His eyes then strayed back to you, "Over the centuries I fell in love and I lost them all. Some I lost to Niklaus' actions and others...I chose my family over them. And then? I met you."

He caressed your cheek at that. You nuzzled into his warm touch.

"Having had so many lovers die, I buried the desire for companionship. You met me at a time where I was afraid of getting close to others. I thought, that if my brother got wind of another woman in my life, he would do everything to take her from me. And yet, you stayed.

"You fought at my side, struck down enemies in my name, broke down every barrier I had placed around my heart, and you uncovered that buried desire for love I had been so afraid to feel again. For I knew, that if I lost you, that would be the end of me."

His words were poetry, touching the deepest parts of your soul and you couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes as he spoke with such raw emotion.

He closed in on you, his lips pressing into yours with a heavy passion.

When he pulled away, his eyes were alight with wonder, "And then you became my wife." His smile was so radiant as he thought back to that moment where he'd gone down on one knee and asked you the question that had been plaguing him for a few years at that point.

"I had what I had most wanted. The companionship I had longed for, for so long. Since the day my father pierced my heart with his blade. The love of a woman who loved me just as profoundly as I did her."

His breathe hitched, "And yet..."

He went quiet. You could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. You merely stroked his hands, allowing him time to structure his next words.

You knew what he was getting at. Ever since coming to New Orleans. You could see how the situation here was affecting your husband. How he had looked at his brother.

"And yet," Elijah said, finally, "the desire for something else began to brew deep within. A desire I had not given a thought to since becoming what I am. I couldn't think about it, because what could I do but let it fester and infect my mind? And then mother happened. She said the one thing that caused that desire to spread its way into my every waking thought."

You could see the turmoil and anguish rolling off his very being. You lifted a hand and placed a gentle kiss, encouraging him to go on.

"It is selfish of me to want more, when you, my dearest, were a dream come true in a millennia of loneliness. But I..."

You lifted his chin, eyes so full of understanding, it was nearly blinding for Elijah to look directly at you. But you held his gaze and whispered so tenderly to him, "It's okay. You can say it."

He closed his eyes. Of course, you already knew.

"The longing I have felt...the wish I buried with my human self...I have always longed to be a father."

Tears fell from Elijah's eyes as he finally uttered his wish. Your own tears poured from your eyes as you hugged him close.

You had seen the looks of envy your husband had shot at his brother since learning that he had impregnated Hayley. You'd noticed the way his eyes would sometimes fall to your own stomach, imagining what you would look like with his child. And after nights of love-making, when he thought you had fallen asleep, he would caress your belly, hoping against hope that your body would accept your coupling and consummate a child.

You and he had never spoken about the inability to have children. He was a vampire after all. But it wasn't hard to imagine. You had done so many times before. Your husband, rocking your son or daughter to sleep, reading books to them, talking tenderly to them.

He was so dedicated to his family already. You could only imagine how he would be for his own children.

And with that thought, you eased away from your embrace. Your eyes burning with determination.

"I promise you, Elijah. I will do everything within my power to give you a child."

His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up at his mouth gaped open with surprise.

You were a powerful witch. With grimoires dating back centuries with spells and rituals lost to time. Your husband never asked for much, but if it was a baby he wanted, then a baby he'd get. You would make damn sure of it.

*** Author's note: I really wanted to write this type of perspective of a man truly wanting to be a father, and Elijah, I feel, is that kind of man. He's so family-oriented and caring and loving and I can only imagine the type of amazing father he'd be.

I've read a lot of stories where the want of a child was more along the aspect of breeding kinks and the baby-making process, and those are all well and good (I like reading those too, honestly) but for this, I feel Elijah's desire to be pure; he truly wants to be a family man, a good husband, and a loving father.

Also wife!reader is essentially my OC from an Elijah/OC fanfic I have in the works. I will not be posting anything from that story anytime soon as it's still in the works (7 chapters so far and nearly 35K words) but this particular situation was in my head for a while now.

Anywho, thank you all for reading, and for those of you who have liked and reblogged my previous two mute!reader entries, a huge thank you to you! I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #wife!reader #the originals

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hazbininlove · 2 months

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Hopelessly Devoted

Lucifer x OC

Summary: When the Divine created his angels, it was no secret that Lucifer, his Morning Star, was one of his favorites. It also was no secret that Lucifer was lonely. And so he crafted another, a half, crafted in the light of that same star. This was Esther, the Evening Star. They were two halves of a whole, balancing and completing each other perfectly. They were a pair always seen together.

Until they weren’t.

Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light: Angels that worshiped good, and shielded all from evil.

Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation, but he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

What most versions of the Story of Hell fail to mention was another angel, created together with Lucifer. She was Esther. Where Lucifer brought light upon the angels, she signaled the dark. Together, they balanced each other. They were created for each other! Esther loved to listen to his ideas, even encouraged them, but also grounded them and helped tame the more nonsensical. When they were together, he seemed like less of a troublemaker, and she seemed brighter and more approachable.

From the dust of Earth, angels created Adam and Lilith: equals as the first of mankind. They were crafted in the idea of Lucifer and Esther, wanting mankind to begin with a couple properly balanced. Where they failed was in not knowing that personalities could not be easily recreated. Adam demanded control and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the garden.

Drawn in by her fierce independence, much like his other half’s, Lucifer found her.

Here again, the true story of Hell differs, changed over time by Hell’s denizens who only knew what they saw. Lucifer and Lilith found a friendship forged from rebellion and dreams. They talked about their hopes for this new world, and together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse, for with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his friend into the dark pit he had created, never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity, only the cruel and the wicked.

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream, but Lilith thrived, empowering demonkind with her voice and her songs. And left alone back in Heaven without her light-bearer was Esther…

And as the numbers of hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision; that every year, they would send down an army and extermination to ensure hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

But Lilith’s hope remained, and her dream was passed down to her’s and Lucifer’s precious daughter, the Princess of Hell.

“Charlie?”

”Oh, shit! Did you hear all that?” Charlie asks awkwardly, looking back to see her girlfriend Vaggie.

”Uh, yeah, I was right there.”

“Sorry, I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens. This story helps.”

”I know. Don’t worry, I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay?” Vaggie asks, a soft reassuring smile on her lips as she moves to sit across from her girlfriend.

”I’m fine, just thinking about, you know, family stuff… Did you know my parents never really married? Mom never really found anyone she truly loved and Dad well… he lost his. They were friends! Still are, I think. They had me hoping maybe love would spark between them but it just never clicked, I guess. But I mean, love doesn’t always have to be romantic! And-“

“Charlie,” Vaggie starts, cutting off her rambling. “I get it. You don’t have to justify anything to me.”

“I know, I just…” Charlie sighs, leaning her shoulder against Vaggie’s. “I love my parents, and I know they love me! And I know they loved each other in their own way! I don’t know, part of me wishes that they’d loved each other a little more, or married someone they truly loved! Except now Mom’s been gone for seven years and if Dad hasn’t been able to move on from someone who he was with before the Earth and Hell were even created, I don’t think he’ll ever be able to! I mean, he gave up on his dreams but not on her?! Talk about devotion!”

“It’s kind of nice though, isn’t it? Or bittersweet, I guess, to know that you can love someone so unconditionally, even after centuries apart?” Vaggie asks, trying to lift the mood.

Charlie looks up at her from her spot on her shoulder and smiles back, feeling a warmth fill her chest as she looks into her love’s eyes.

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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Just the prologue!! I promise this won’t just be a rewrite. I just wanted to use the story Charlie tells in the beginning to highlight the background of this plot.

This is NOT a cheating plot. I am not a fan of those, nor of making Lilith or Lucifer the bad guy in this situation (ironic, I know considering they’re the king and queen of Hell). Also I do what to eventually write a story about Lilith and Lucifer with a third but that’s not this story.

Lilith and Lucifer’s relationship in this story is strictly platonic. They love each other, but as friends, and they both acknowledge that. Idk but after watching the show, I know it’s implied that Lilith left 7 years ago but it feels like their relationship was already on the decline even in Charlie’s childhood and it felt like having her was almost like a way to try and salvage their relationship, which ultimately failed.

Anyway this idea came from that, and the fact that the Morningstar refers to the planet Venus, which is ALSO called the Eveningstar. And the same way Lucifer is means “the shining one” or another name for the morning star, Esther also means “Star”.

And well, as a libra ruled by the planet Venus, representing love and balance, this felt very fitting.

#hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #Lucifer Morningstar Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel Lucifer reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #Lucifer reader #Lucifer OC #Hazbin hotel fanfiction

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nichenarratives · 5 months

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This is the result of hours on VC, an AU created based on a single silly expression and the slow spiral of insanity that eventually becomes...

Gideon Nisi Schlemiel, or the "Anti-Mordecai". (All art by @thisisanerror )

A bookish and reserved man, Gideon doesn't dislike talking to people, but he certainly struggles with it. He's anxious, easily flustered and prone to nervous sweats. But he's a very kind man with an affinity for math and botanicals.

Gideon has a few... Struggles in everyday life, ones his mother tries to assist with, but generally pushes too hard on. He has a high reliance on routine and order. He suffers from texture and taste sensitivities (he hates crunchy things, sour things and spicy things) and prefers baggy clothes due to intense tactile sensitivities, also avoiding uncomfortably tight or clingy fabrics altogether.

Despite Gideon's difficulties, he has a strong advocate in his sister, Esther. A no-nonsense and feisty personality, Esther will mercilessly tease her brother - it is her right, as his little sister, she says - but should anyone else mess with Gideon, heads will roll in short order. Even mother is not safe from her wrath when it comes to protecting Gideon's gentle nature.

With Gideon's differences compared to his canon counterpart, his family life is also quite different. His mother finds Gideon to be too soft; she and Isaac often argue regarding nature versus nurture in regard to his eccentricities, as well as Esther's near indomitable spirit. These arguments never resolve and soon after Mordecai turns eleven, they part ways, with Esther and Gideon ending up with their father in St Louis.

Isaac ends up as bookkeeper for the Little Daisy, getting his children jobs in the cafe when they're old enough. Once the Lackadaisy Speakeasy opens however, Esther is soon drawn into the underground world of bootlegging, torture, murder and everything in between. (Mostly torture - she had a lot of repressed anger about the divorce.)

Gideon is far more content to continue working the books or the cafe with his father until Isaac's health declines too far and he is forced to retire. It's then Gideon learns the true nature of the Little Daisy Cafe - as well as the existence of Lackadaisy in the caves below - and he...

Well, he freaks out a little.

Good thing Esther is there to slap some sense into him.

#mordecai heller #esther heller #Gideon Schlemiel #lackadaisy AU #divorce AU #niche narratives #thisisanerror #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy #tracy j butler #crackadaisy #anti-mordecai #esther is a badass

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Witches Get Stitches

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 11 Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it."

Summary: Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Word Count: 1,352

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, not descriptive

A/N: This doesn't even follow the Originals timeline/canon a little bit lol

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I groaned as I slowly came back to consciousness, my head throbbing. The last thing I remembered, I'd been talking to Genevieve, a resurrected New Orleans with who'd been dancing on the line between ally and enemy.

She took a great, giant leap into the enemy category when I forced my eyes open to find her smiling at me, looking immensely satisfied with herself. I tried to stand, maybe make a move to rip her head off, but my wrists were chained to the walls on either side of me. I was trapped.

"I'm going to kill you," I spat, not bothering with pleasantries or pretending. Genevieve smiled like she'd expected me to say that.

"I know you think we're the bad guys here," she said, giving me a sympathetic expression that made me want to rip her head off. Literally. "But we're not. You've been dating the bad guy, and you've been so blind you haven't been able to realize it."

I rolled my eyes so far back in my head that I could see the wall behind me. I'd heard this same nonsense a thousand times from a thousand different people, and it never got any less irritating or boring.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N," Genevieve said, walking towards me with a very menacing swagger in her step. "I'm just going to make you see the truth."

Before I could hit back with a retort, she raised her hands to the side of my head, and I went spiraling back through my own memories.

For a witch who'd managed to catch me, one of the oldest vampires in creation, in the home of my boyfriend, one of the other oldest vampires in creation, I'd expected more, honestly. But her plan wasn't particularly creative.

She forced me to relive some of my worst moments in my thousand years with Nik. We'd been together as humans, and he'd turned me not long after Esther turned the rest of them, so there was plenty of material for her to work with. Nik and I had been through hell and back, mostly due to enemies, but sometimes due to each other.

Genevieve made me sit through a few particularly bad moments, then pulled me out of her little trance, staring into my eyes like she expected some kind of connection.

"For a thousand years, he's lied, cheated, and backstabbed," she said, her voice low and grave. "He's left a trail of blood, pain, and suffering in his wake. You haven't been spared from his list of victims, even if you've convinced yourself you have."

I closed my eyes, taking a long breath in through my nose. This was getting tedious.

"We've decided to put an end to his reign of terror. We'd like you to join us. So what do you say?"

I fixed her with my best 'really?' stare, which I'd perfected using on Nik.

"Genevieve, let me explain something to you." My voice was quiet, faux-patient, with an undertone of promised violence the way I'd perfected from hearing Nik do so many times. "For more than one thousand years, Niklaus Mikaelson and I have had each others' backs, through everything. We're partners, best friends, and the loves of each others lives. One thousand years of a relationship does not come without bumps, and problems, and things we have to spend a long time working through. Every single time, we have done so successfully.

"One thousand years as a Mikaelson has also come with hundreds of people just like you, Genevieve. They've tried to get to Nik through me, or they've tried to turn me against him, or a thousand other attempts at causing us problems by breaking us apart. And not one of them, in all that time, has succeeded. And do you know what else, Genevieve?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a little snort, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed and the flicker of fear in the back of her eyes.

"Every single one of those people who tried to come at me and Nik? They're dead. And we're still standing."

Genevieve snorted, louder this time, shaking her head as she straightened and backed away from me. I stared her down, letting a feral smile slowly drag its way onto my face.

"Fine. If you won't help us, then I have no more use for you. So-"

"Oh dear. I hope that sentence isn't going to end in a threat against my lovely partner over there."

Genevieve whipped around, and I smiled at the sight we both found over her shoulder. Nik had arrived, covered in blood and grinning in the way that made my heart race. Clearly, he'd worked his way through at least some of the witches outside to get here. I grinned back at him.

"Your hold over this place, this world, is coming to an end, Klaus," said Genevieve, standing her ground remarkably well. "The two of you have terrorized this place long enough."

"Now you're bringing my girlfriend into it?" asked Nik, raising one eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice. "Well, I really can't let that stand, now can I?"

"You're not going to have a choice," Genevieve growled. With that, she flung her arms out, whipping up a witchy storm to throw at Nik just as two more witches came into the room. Nik held his own alright—he was the Original Hybrid after all—but he couldn't stand on his own against three powers like this forever.

He needed help. And I was going to give it to him.

I closed my eyes, getting into the headspace I'd had to reach more times than I'd ever wanted to, but that had gotten Nik and I out of more than a few hard spots. Pure rage and a desire to protect the man I loved washed over me, and I pulled against my restraints with all my strength. I dislocated my thumbs to get them out of the cuffs, stifling a scream, then got to my feet and rushed Genevieve before she could realize I was free.

The next minutes were a blur. They always were, whenever Nik and I were in a fight like this. After landing a few hits and killing both of Genevieve's little helpers, I saw Nik go down. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and I saw red as I whirled on Genevieve.

A few moments later, Genevieve followed Nik to the ground, although she was a little more dead. I stayed standing, trying to recover from the adrenaline. After I'd had a few moments, I crouched down next to Nik.

"Hey. Nik, wake up," I said, gently shaking his shoulder to try to rouse him. After a moment, thankfully, his eyelids fluttered. A second later, he sat into a seating position, looking ready for a fight. I quickly reached out to calm him, to reassure him that we were fine.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes still a little wild, even as he saw the bodies around us and started calming down.

"You lost it. Well, we lost it. Genevieve kidnapped me to get to you, you lost it on her and her little followers over that. She seriously hurt you, so I lost it and helped you finish them off. Same thing we've been running for a thousand years. We're alright."

Nik nodded, letting out a sigh and sagging a little. Then, he looked at me with a grin.

"You'd think after a thousand years they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

I sighed. "No kidding. Maybe this'll be the one that sticks."

Nik and I shared a smile as I leaned into him, kissing him softly before standing and offering a hand to help him up. No matter where we went or how much time passed, people would probably always try to come after me and Nik. But together, we were completely unstoppable. We'd spent the last thousand years proving it, and we'd spend the next thousand doing the same.

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eleftherian · 2 years

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why are dickens characters so much better than real people though? like Nancy? Louisa? Esther? Pip? Oliver? Davey? Joe Gargery? fuckin Jenny Wren??? would throw hands for any one of them tbh. far superior to any real life celeb.

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cupcakemolotov · 4 months

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Ex's and Oh's

I have finally finished a thing, but honestly, with the 2023 has shaped up, this is a triumph! Happy Holidays, all.

Summary: Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“I know.”

Bonnie rubbed a hand down her face after she handed Caroline a cup of coffee, her expression exasperated. “Do you?”

Caroline bit down on a tired smile. “Bonnie.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she huffed, her eyes narrowing. “Enzo and I won’t be able to hide this. You know he has my place watched. He knows we talk. He knows I used to visit you, on occasion. He let it slide, because to do anything else would just piss you off more.” She sat and sighed. “This he will not let slide.”

Caroline shrugged, reaching carefully for the cream. Her ribs tugged uncomfortably at the motion, and she was careful to hide it. She needed caffeine too badly to let her friend be distracted. It’d just been her and multiple five hour energies over the past twenty hours, and there were things that needed to be said. “He’ll get over it.”

A choked noise escaped from her oldest friend, her expression pinched. It was still early in New Orleans, dawn not having quite creeped over the edge of the horizon. Her walk from her parked car had been quiet, the city slow and sleepy in the early morning hours, only the most adventurous of tourists staggering home. Bonnie had clearly rolled out of bed when Caroline had woken her, her clothing rumbled and mismatched. She’d have felt bad about just showing up after so long, if the circumstances hadn’t been an emergency.

“Caroline, Klaus does not ‘get over things,’ particularly when they involve you.”

“It's been just over ten years since the divorce, Bon.” Three years, fifty-one days since she had last talked to him. Since she had been in the same state as him. If she thought about it too long, her chest would start to ache with the weight of it. She had just never been able to decide if it was grief or rage that she carried like a cloak.

“Oh, I’m aware,” she said flatly. “The entire bayou is aware, Caroline.”

A pause, as Caroline scrunched her nose. “I didn’t think the divorce would still be hot gossip. A decade is more than long enough for people to stop wagging their tongues.”

Bonnie let out a groan. “If you think the kind of gossip your divorce from Klaus Mikaelson inspired is going to die down this century, you’ve forgotten how insular this place can be.”

“Kol lives here.” Caroline shrugged, winced. “He has a new antic every week. They can’t be bored of things to talk about.”

A peculiar look crossed Bonnie’s face. “Would you like to know what the last bit of nonsense Kol got into?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “He threw a block party.”

Caroline blinked. “That’s… not unusual for Kol. I can think of at least three block parties he threw in the last year that I lived here.”

Bonnie made a noise. “I don’t think you're really appreciating the scale of this party. It spilled across six streets. He brought in margarita trucks. Two live bands. Cops were called, SWAT intervened after the second fireball, dozens of wolves ended up in jail overnight, and it took a week for Elijah to untangle the legal shenanigans.” She arched her brow. “A week. Even the post-Esther shindig didn’t explode through the city quite that way.”

And neither of them had mentioned a word of this to her. She wondered if Enzo had a video. “Where was Klaus?”

“Business trip.” Bonnie said succinctly. “He showed up an hour after the SWAT team had been brought in to deal with the drunk witches. Do you know what Kol was celebrating?”

Caroline shook her head.

“Your divorce.”

The noise that caught in Caroline’s throat was strangled, torn somewhere between a laugh and a shriek. Bonnie’s expression darkened into that of a martyr before a judge.

“There was a banner, Caroline. Kol hung it across the front of the mansion, right above the entrance, and he had someone set up two spotlights to make sure it was visible. I have no idea who made the banner, but it had to be someone out of state, because supposedly no one died. Would you like to guess what it said?”

Caroline opened and closed her mouth, but couldn’t quite find the words. What exactly would Kol have put up to celebrate her divorce?

“No?” Bonnie crossed her arms. “Too bad. It read, “Congratulations to Caroline Forbes, Ten Years and Counting.”

It was a physical strain, not to laugh at Bonnie’s unimpressed look. Her ex-husband had enough pride to keep the Titanic afloat, having their disaster of a marriage waved in his face had to have made him apocalyptic with anger.

Bonnie nodded at her expression. “Elijah had to smuggle Kol to Eastern Europe. He’s still there.”

Struggling with her composure, when she finally spoke, Caroline managed to mostly sound normal. “Kol can occasionally be likable, can’t he?”

“You would find it hilarious.” Bonnie made a face. “Enzo certainly did. But it’s made my life unnecessarily complicated. Rebekah is refusing to talk to Klaus until he brings Kol back, and Klaus threw her last messenger through the front doors. Werewolves can apparently bounce. “

Caroline looked everywhere but Bonnie’s face. She would not appreciate the laughter Caroline was struggling to hide.

“The pack has started referring to the party as The Event, and every time someone is dumb enough to mention it in Klaus’ hearing, he gets that particular look on his face.” Bonnie waved her hand. “You know the look: he’s clearly weighing just how useful you are and if dead would be the better state of your existence.”

Caroline cleared her throat, trying to look contrite. It was difficult, when all she wanted to do was lean forward and ask for more details. Ask just how much Klaus was suffering, if the wound of her leaving matched the one he’d left in her. “That sounds terrible.”

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