#Klaus wouldn't get him in trouble though

[andreal831]

Do youn think Esther loved all of her children equally and how her relation with Elijah was?

I think Esther is a lot more of a complex character than people want her to be. It's easier if she can just be painted as an awful mother. But it is clear Esther did love her kids, all of them. Just differently. I don't think you can truly measure love in quantity, but she definitely had favorites and least favorites.

Esther loved Freya so much that losing Freya fundamentally changed who she was. She wanted to be a mother so badly that she was willing to do anything to make it happen. People often blame her more for trading Freya for the ability to have children, but don't blame Dahlia for making her own sister trade away her first child. Esther was young when she made that deal and didn't fully know what it meant. She also probably naively believed her sister wouldn't steal her child. But she loved Freya dearly.

Esther also loved Finn a great deal however their relationship grew twisted and toxic because of the loss they both shared. She essentially trauma bonded with her four year old child. Finn's trauma is rarely discussed but it is clear that his mother became his safety after losing Freya. He would do anything for her and Esther exploited this at times and even used him for emotional support. She did love Finn, but the trauma colored that love.

Elijah is her least favorite child. She basically admits it when she tells Klaus that he brought joy to their lives and made them a family again after losing Freya. She was heavily pregnant with Elijah when she lost Freya meaning Elijah's birth and multiple years of life did not bring their family joy or make them feel like a family. Although it's important to remember that while pregnant, she lost her child and moved across the ocean to a new land where she was alone with a volatile husband as this was also the period where Mikael starts becoming a bad/potentially abusive husband. I can't imagine she didn't experience some level of post-partum depression after having him. To top it off, Elijah favors Dahlia more than either of his parents. He likely reminded her of her sister and everything she had lost.

She views Elijah as more of a second parent. She expects him to always behave and keep his siblings in line. When the others step out of line, she has more sympathy for them. She offers Finn, Kol, Klaus, and Rebekah second chances in witch bodies but tortures Elijah, mocking him for what he is and that he is no longer her "noble son." We never see any exchanges between Elijah and Esther that have any type of warmth. This doesn't mean she didn't love him, but hey have a very strained/neglectful relationship.

Klaus is her favorite child. He was the only child she had with the man she truly loved. Even though Klaus seemed to get the brunt of Mikael's anger, he also gets the most protection from Esther. To the point that Finn is jealous of this attention. Klaus arguably did the absolute most vile deeds that should disgust Esther but she still showed love and compassion to him. He was the problematic child that could do no wrong.

Kol is pretty low on the ranks but still above Elijah simply because he had magic. Esther would have wanted to pass on her magic somewhere even is she wasn't truly practicing. She would have loved it but also feared it. Kol would have also driven her crazy because he was always so independent and often getting in trouble.

Rebekah has a special place in her mother's heart as the only daughter she had after losing Freya. It would have been painful at first as she looked so much like the child Esther lost, but she would have viewed it as a second chance. Rebekah always had a soft spot for Esther and losing her mother devastated her.

Henrik is pretty high at the top simply because he is the youngest. Henrik seemed to have a happy spirit from the few brief moments we see him. The baby of the family is always special. His death sent Esther into such a spiral that she created vampirism.

None of this means I think Esther is an awful mother. There are definitely terrible things she does, but at the end of it, she truly loved her children. Was she the best mother in the word, no. But we have to remember she was a young woman who was also a victim.

Thanks for the ask!

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[eternal-armin]

'CAUSE HE THINKS he's made of candy.

i think this is the longest thing i've ever written here, around 6.7k words and i had to revise it a lot because it took up too much space ;;; the title is a reference to candy by robbie williams because that song slaps hard

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader. [he/him pronouns]

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where : after surviving the apocalypse together and saving the world, things finally return to normal, in good ways and in bad ways.

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warnings : mentions of trauma, some light mentions of gore, reader has a congenital insensitivity to pain and find getting injured amusing, so... a lot of that kind of trouble. i totally wanna do another part or so because klaus and diego being father figures gives me life

you walked through the half-dark house, making your way to five's room like you had many times, skateboard in one hand and phone in the other. making sure you hadn't waken anybody up, you opened the door, greeted by the expected sight of a dark bedroom and the sound of gentle snoring. "five, wake up~," you whispered, half singing, shaking his arm, steadily waking him up. he looked annoyed, his brow already furrowed and a frown already tugging at his lips, but he wasn't angry. he was rather used to it by now, in all honesty. "your favorite person ever in the entire world is here!" you hummed. five could basically smell the grin you wore.

"and i wish he would go away," he grumbled in response, trying to turn back over and go back to sleep, only for you to flick on the light and blind him. "jesus christ, a fucking―a warning next time, please?"

"shove your warnings up your ass, five, you can miss out on your middle schooler sleep schedule for a night."

"many nights, actually," he hissed distastefully, giving a mourning glance to the cozy pillow before he sat up, now disappointingly awake. "what do you want this time?" the grogginess was now leaving his voice, but not really his eyes. five almost looked nice when sleepy, even if he looked pissed as hell at being woken up. at least your face was a little more pleasant to look at now that you were back to your teenage self.

"let's go shopping."

five looked at you like you were utterly insane, then slowly looked over at his clock. he cocked his head at you. "it's almost midnight."

"mm, did i stutter?"

"i wish you did. i'm not going shopping with you at midnight. no place is even open." five tried to put his foot down. he was a steel wall to anyone else. but to you―perhaps for you, he was simply a clay plot, one easy to crack the more water you filled it with. it was nice to spend time with you without the entire world desolate and destroyed around you, at least.

"who said the place had to be open?" you shot back with a cheeky grin. five wished that he could be surprised with your blatant delinquency. at some points it had done you both well and your affinity for breaking rules, laws, and regulations gave you a peculiar resourcefulness, but now that you were both safe and home, well... you'd become a mischievous troublemaker. just how you used to be.

"... how the hell did we ever become friends." his voice was utterly flat and his expression exhausted and peeved and yet he still stood up, shrugging the blankets off of himself, heading to his closet because he would be damned if you were going to get hurt and he wouldn't be there to laugh at you.

well, you didn't really get hurt, did you?

"i dunno, but i'm sure you regret your decision." five didn't respond to that. "i will satiate your worries, though, old man, it's an abandoned mall this time."

"wow. character development. didn't expect that from you." with the newfound information he searched for something decent to wear. something that allowed him to move and remain covered by shadows should any unsavory things come to pass.

"hey, hey, i went from crying when i stepped on an ant to killing people, and even if that's negative character development, it's still character development, okay? stop underselling me." you leaned against the wall next to his door, skateboard lounging beside you, picking at your nails. he finally took a full glance at you now that sleep was totally gone from his mind and his body, narrowing his eyes. you were wearing jean shorts, an old nirvana t-shirt, and a hawaiian button-down completely unbuttoned. at least you were wearing knee-pads this time around, but that was all the praise he could give you. five still found himself stunned that you so brazenly didn't care about how visible your scars were; scars from broken bones, scrapes, cuts, gashes, burns, stabs, bullets, shrapnel. you paraded them about like they were boy scout badges which was almost hilarious because you never learned anything from the incidents which now lined your body. even though five would never do it himself, and in fact found it incredibly weird, he kind of respected it. admired it, even. but just that one thing, nothing else. never.

"what, see something you like, old man?" you mused, going from fidgeting with your fingers to looking him in the eye, your own glinting with a bit of cheekiness. not the worst thing to be woken up to in the middle of the night.

five scoffed. "never in my life." you rolled your eyes at that sarcastic response and your grin did not fade. "you're―you're seriously wearing that?"

"hey, i dress my age, mr. retired-man-with-dementia-who-only-remembers-how-to-play-bingo, alright? leave me be." neither of you were bothered by bickering whilst five changed from pajamas to day clothes. he wasn't getting totally naked, so neither of you really gave a shit.

"'dress your age'..." he muttered. "you dress like a blind tween."

"thanks, hot stuff."

"that wasn't a compliment."

"i literally could not care less," you shot back, then winked at him, adding, "lovingly."

five faked a chuckle in some sort of hum sound, shooting you a falsified grin before returning to what he was doing. "i don't want your love. i'm good."

you frowned a bit yourself, which was totally and utterly unnerving and made five, somehow, regret what he said a little bit. "ouch, dude, tell me how you really feel."

"you couldn't comprehend even the most elementary of my emotions, so i'll spare you the headache." he glanced at you a few times, more so at that lingering twinge of unhappiness that so brazenly took over your expression. those words were typically the closest you would ever get to verbal reassurance or comfort from five, not just because he was completely incapable of voicing his own emotions properly, but because physicality did more for you than talking ever did; so, with a comfortable, neutral flannel now hiding his previously exposed torso, he placed a hand on your shoulder. he was always gentle with you, which completely didn't make sense because if anyone in the world needed to be treated gently it would certainly not be you.

a little smile found its way back on your lips. now reassured that not everything was wrong with the world, five pulled on a dark sweater and paperboy cap. you looked him over. "you really look like a retiree now," you mused, but it wasn't an insult. he looked nice like this, out of that hellish uniform, and never could you imagine him in anything else. "do you wanna hit the golf course too, gramps? i'm sure they got some mocktails for you since you wanna keep the drinking to a minimum tonight."

"shut it before i make you." he spoke through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger at you, only succeeding in making you grin.

"is that a threat or a promise?" you clicked your tongue, picking up your skateboard and heading for the door before he could say anything else. "the old tree is, like, a twenty-five-minute walk."

"i'll just blink us, i'm not spending another thirty minutes with you on a skateboard on rough sidewalks, i don't even wanna think about what would happen this time."

"it was so cool, though! i never thought a compound fracture could look like that!"

"[y/n], you only think it's cool because you couldn't feel the pain."

"uh, yeah," you said back, raising a brow at him while he shut off the light to his room and closed the door behind you two. "but it was still cool." you had your bubbly little grin again and five rolled his eyes. despite all that trouble, all that excessive worry he would never admit to feeling, five still looked back somewhat fondly on those times. back when you were ten, still learning how to skateboard, and your parents didn't even give you a helmet or joint pads, when you broke your ankle and didn't even know something had happened until five pointed it out.

after taking one hell of a tumble, hearing the board crack a bit beneath you, you let out a breathless huff, allowing yourself a moment to absorb the sudden shift in, well, everything. five perked up at the sound, surprised you weren't crying or something after falling like that. you stood up and brushed yourself off like nothing was wrong, peering strangely down at the board, which had no damage. you pushed it back and forth once or twice with one foot and it seemed undamaged. that was weird. you'd heard it break, right? five came up to your side, glancing you over once or twice, before his eyes settled down at your feet. "you've got a little something on, uh―" five cut himself off, eyes wide, and you knew that shit was bad when he looked at you like that. he looked about as shocked as one could be, and that unnerved you to no end.

"what? what, did i..." you looked down at your shirt to make sure you hadn't torn it up or anything or were totally exposed, somehow completely not noticing the broken ankle on which you were unsteadily standing, chalking it up to you still half-standing on your skateboard. "what, i don't see what's wrong this picture. stop being cryptic with me, man, you know i'm dumb as shit."

"well―i mean, you aren't wrong about that 'dumb as shit' thing, but i think you just fully busted your ankle." his curtness was plain and simple, and you had already known back then that it would be a constant in his attitude. you looked down, then back up, your eyes wide and mouth twisted as you poorly suppressed a grin and a very annoying giggle. "don't look at me like that! how―how are you not feeling it? that would hurt like hell!" he kept gesturing down at your ankle, at the protrusion of bone and reddening, swelling skin.

"i dunno, i just can't feel it," you mumbled. he pursed his lips, simultaneously in disbelief at what you were saying and knowing that you were too shit at lying to pull this kind of thing off. all of a sudden, his mind was screeching like a fork in a garbage disposal. not being able to feel pain was kind of a bad thing.

he had actually been right, to no one's surprise, when you were diagnosed with congenital analgesia. that incident had marked the day where five silently vowed to be there to protect you, because you were alone except for him. and, to a certain extent, he was alone except for you.

"god really was fucked up when he made you, wasn't he," he muttered.

you both headed downstairs and the clock, by now, was probably around twelve. klaus waited at the bottom of the staircase with the cheekiest of smirks on his face, hands clasped together and his cheek leaning against them. you let out an exhausted groan, thinking you'd missed this tonight.

"something tells me he's super weird-dad tonight."

"why are you surprised, he's klaus, and he's basically your dad."

klaus let out some weird giggle. "i mean, i prefer the thought of being the really cool uncle who teaches you how to smuggle alcohol and how to juke rehab therapists, but i don't mind being a dad." he stepped in front of you two, hands now extended, and that dopey uber-proud dad smile back. "oh, just look at you two!"

"i thought you were sober," five said flatly.

"come on, you two are perfect together! your over-the-top chaos," he gestured to you, "and your sterile literalism!" and he gestured to five. "i'm just waiting for you two to make it official, i mean, two guys don't just survive fifty years in the apocalypse together only from a platonic bond." you and five shared a wide-eyed glance. "don't worry, if my cupid abilities don't get you two together, hormones will. i can't imagine going through puberty twice, let alone the sexual tension between two guys who can't admit their love for one another―"

you put your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed, whilst five was utterly unsurprised. a similar conversation had gone down before, and he just hated reliving it. "okay! that's enough. okay, okay, uh, we're gonna go! if you contact me within the next seven days, i will call child protection services and the police." of course, the threat was empty, but hyperbole was the best way to get your point across. klaus raised his hands in surrender and stepped out of your way. he did enjoy the picture of you two, though; the two extremes on opposite sides of the social attitudes spectrum, one extroverted to the point of it being a flaw and the other antisocial to hell; the opposite sides of the fashion spectrum, one being well-put together mature vintage, and the other being power-clashing at its finest. the multicolored shoelaces were also an appreciated detail.

"i love you too, my little schneke."

"... stop calling me a snail, i'm―i'm not slow."

"maybe not physically," five said quietly to you, and in response you jabbed him in the side with a quiet 'fuck you.' on that cheerful note, you two went about your way. the front door clicked closed behind you, and in a flash of blue-tinted light, you were gone, and the house was mostly silent. klaus was soon joined by allison, quietly making her way downstairs, the only remaining light sleeper of the family.

"you really are just laying on that matchmaker thing, aren't you." she sounded drowsy and awake at the same time. klaus greeted her with a simple smile and a single nod.

"i mean, aren't they just the perfect couple?"

"they certainly were standing next to each other," allison mumbled.

seeing five frustrated was worrying. staring down at his clenched fists, blue light barely rippling out like ice spreading over a metal surface. and so when you passed him, even when he did not notice you, you touched his shoulder, finding yourself in another time. "h-hey, uh, five―" you managed, feeling nauseated as yet again he travelled to some time else.

"get off of me, [y/n], you shouldn't be here!" he looked at you with anger, more like fury, but it was a weird cocktail because it was mixed with a very weird concern. suddenly the world around you two zipped away and was replaced with one of fire, ruined buildings, complete and utter desolation of what was once a world, once compiled with many lives and now every single one was snuffed out because a different roaring fire took everything with it. both of you stood in shock for a few seconds but your cool nature was the first to crack.

"five?! five, where are we?" your voice cracked and your chest tightened, whipping your head around because you thought if you turned fast enough you would be back home.

"like hell if i know, [y/n]! why didn't you let go of me?!"

"i wouldn't have been home anyway, five! i would be just as stranded, i―we―someone needs to be alive, right? someone?" both of you seemed to have the same idea click into your minds, stumbling into weak runs to find the umbrella academy. the building had once stood grand and tall and foreboding and now it was down to the foundations. your friends, his siblings, were gone. he fell to his knees and you turned around, horrified at the world but at least free from the stinging pain of heat and dust whipping into your skin. you felt as cold as ice in a world of fire and heat because, buried amongst the broken homes, were the only family you both had. just older, and... dead. in very painful, excruciating ways.

for all those years, you thought it had been you that stranded you in the apocalypse together; you had distracted him, you had ruined it all, and you never forgave yourself. you hid it well. but five never came out with the same thought process because he didn't believe it in the slightest. he'd already been struggling to transport himself to the time he wanted. maybe you'd exasperated things just a little, but it wasn't entirely your fault. never.

you both allowed yourselves time for the mental breakdown you so dearly deserved, but the time was coming to man up and start trying to find ways to survive. joined at the hip didn't really cover how close you were over those decades, how you couldn't sleep unless you were besides each other, how you protected five because you wouldn't feel the pain and how he always patched you up while cursing you out and still kissing the wound better because it always properly calmed you down, at least more than any words could. you took the brunt of the pain, weaponizing your congenital analgesia and using it as a defensive plan. it worked. even when the handler came around, especially when the handler came around, no defense quite matched yours.

"i should've left you back near the academy building," five muttered, wrapping makeshift bandages around your... well, your practically crushed arm. his voice was gruff now, and not just from the unpleasant living situation, but you were both nearing your thirtieth birthdays. you'd both filled out. you kept gazing at him whenever he patched you up, and even though his words were sour, his touch was sweet.

"what're you looking at, dipshit."

"nothing much."

"fuck you."

"you first."

five grinned a bit. some things never changed.

"wow. this place really didn't age well." the old liberty tree spanned out in front of you with basically no windows left intact, and beyond them a black void without any electricity in the circuits. the outdoor walls were crawling with ivy, the grounds fuzzy from overgrown plants on unkempt laws, and the concrete of the structure looked about ready to crumble. you'd come here a few times in your pre-apocalyptic childhood. it had been coming down for a long time after a few bigger malls came into the picture, carrying more stores, more variety, more fast food restaurants in the food court. now its charms drew only you in as 'how sick would it be to die crushed under the ceiling of an abandoned mall?'

"it's super cool, right?" you giggled, giddy as all hell. your attitude toward liminal spaces had stayed remarkably the same over the years. always, when passing by some tired old house, you nagged five to just take a peek.

"i don't think so, no."

"well, you're friends with me, so i don't think you really have good taste, so i'm gonna ignore that comment and think you said yes." try as he might, and he desperately did, five couldn't bring himself to hate that glint in your eyes when you looked at him. pure, raw curiosity with an undertone of excitement and glee that you were exploring some boring, abandoned place with him of all people. you set down your board and took your place standing on top of it and before five could scold you for skating on very uneven ground, you took off, ducking and pulling a small ollie to get through the shattered pane of the glass main door. five sighed through his nose and followed you in, eventually greeted by the sound of your bluetooth speaker blasting something he couldn't make out by its echo.

"how could you possibly find this fun?" he almost had to shout to be heard. you were approaching again after going around the empty lobby for a few turns, just going faster and faster, losing more caution every time.

"because it's mindless and mostly not illegal!" you responded brightly. suddenly you got the fantastic idea to jump off your board and let it go flying and you followed the instinct, landing wrong on your foot and immediately heading straight for the ground. you would've landed hard, getting at least a deep bruise, if five hadn't caught you by your waist before you could break yet another bone, scoffing at your terrible decisions.

"there are millions of words in the english but none of them could ever describe just how incredible it is that you aren't dead yet," he said curtly, helping you stand back up. you were giggling.

the music was still playing and so you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sway and hum along to the eerily-echoing tune. he looked at you with confused horror, eyes narrowed slightly, not moving with you.

"don't give me that, shortstack!"

"i'm taller than you."

"i'm going to ignore that!" you chirped. "we're alive and out of hell, and we have been for, like, weeks now, it wouldn't kill you to dance a little bit!" your hair, bouncy from its messiness, danced almost more than you did as you moved it back and forth, singing whole-heartedly along to saint motel, keeping it a bit dialed back so that five wouldn't have his ears fully blown out by the volume. "who do you think'll see your shitty dance moves other than me? and we both know that i would be a total hypocrite if i insulted you for them."

"i don't dance."

"yeah, and i don't care. your hip won't give out if you use it for fun, fivey."

"don't... don't say that, actually." the cracks were staring to show, just as they always did with his clay pot attitude. you sputtered at the accidental innuendo.

"aw, c'mon, please? just this once?" it was no wonder that klaus was dead-set on his precious, unofficially-adopted son being in love with five, and also no wonder that diego was dead-set on keeping that same unofficially-adopted son as far away from five as possible. your puppy dog eyes were totally nauseating and deeply troubling and so he gave in, solely for the sake of his own sanity. he shut his eyes for a second, mumbling something along the lines of 'i should've killed you decades ago.' but he hugged your waist a little more purposefully and begrudgingly swayed a bit to the tune. the look of utter happiness on your face was, admittedly, kind of worth the wake-up call and following exhaustion.

"i cannot believe that you guilt-tripped me into dancing."

the happy music saw you getting a bit more creative, making up the moves as you went, whatever felt right. five let go of a little control to do the same, and found himself mildly enjoying it. would he do it again? not on his own accord. would you probably make him do it again? without a doubt. it was, however, nice to watch you enjoy yourself. he kind of wanted to dip you, but he didn't.

"you're a natural, though." clasping his hands and intertwining your fingers, you leaned back, and he found himself doing the same, both of you held upright by your grasps on the others' hands, and you started to move in a circle. for the sake of both your safety, five went about it too. walking turned into sideways jogging and you started giggling. the world around you both blurred. for five, it was just you now, just you, like it had always been. it had been a while since you'd held hands for so long but eventually it ended, much to five's dismay, and you went stumbling backward a few steps, falling hard on your ass whilst he quickly remained his balance. you were breathless for a moment after falling so suddenly, but eventually you just started laughing. five wiped his hands on his shirt, peering at you strangely.

"you didn't hear anything crack or whatever? nothing feels weird?" he spoke with no emotion in his voice and yet the words and underlying tone were careful and concerned. nobody else could hear it, but after so long, you could read his every move.

"no, nothing." you shook your head a bit, finding yourself dizzy. "nice to see you're still concerned."

he offered his hand out to you and you took it, and in a strong move, he pulled you up. "i wouldn't call it concern."

"well, then, what would you call it?"

good question.

you were sniffling and crying while trying not to sound it at all. of course, it wasn't from the pain, but from the total stress. sometimes it all just collapsed on you again and you were a hyperventilating, shaking kid again, too scared to turn off the light because the shadows freaked you out. five sat down beside you, leaning against the least-crumbling wall of the small shack you'd both been calling home.

"you're not really a crier," he began. "did something happen?"

"i-i almost got crushed and i saw my life fucking―flash before my eyes and i hated all of it. every single second. i wish i'd killed my parents, i wish i'd killed that landlord, i wish i'd killed my uncle―"

"wish all you want but that's not gonna happen, [y/n]." his voice softened. five was essentially the same as he had been when he was thirteen, just sprouted into someone who would've been one hell of a college freshman. "i wish i killed a lot of people too, but we're here, and we're here together, and―for what it's worth―i'm glad that you're alive." he settled a bit closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you, still sniveling, against him. "hating your childhood is pretty common where i'm from," he joked, successfully getting a wheezy chuckle from you, "and it's still possible to lead a decently okay life. i'm trapped in a terrible apocalypse, and it's not just external, but... it's a little better because i have someone else who's more insane to remind me that i'm right."

you chuckled yet again, snuggling against him. his warmth was better than the world's. "i think i only moved because i heard you call."

"seriously?"

"i-i mean, yeah." it was kind of hard to forget the feeling of stumbling away from a ton of hard reinforced concrete that would've left you as a reddish smear on an orange world. five's curt and somewhat annoyed call was the only thing that grounded you, and you both knew just how quick that faded.

"you really would be dead without me." his voice was quiet and deeply peeved but he didn't shy away from you, his hand remaining idly just against your hair.

"no shit, dumbass―trust me, i am well aware." you snorted to yourself and five sprouted a small amused smile on his own. eventually your smile dimmed a bit, and were reminded of the world in which you lived in, and the world from which you had come from. "why did you stick around?" your disheartened soul was reflected in those words, lined with a pure confusion. five furrowed his brow. apparently it was completely out of the realm of possibility to you for him to just care.

"... there was a lot of―"

"answer the question. please. j-just this once." five quieted a bit when he heard that. usually he was quite skilled at deflecting questions but you melted his resolve so easily. you asking a genuine question in a hauntingly low voice left five silent with no idea how to respond, even after all these years of dealing with your rollercoaster mannerisms.

"wrong place at the wrong time, i suppose." right place at the right time was better to describe it, maybe. "after you broke your ankle when we were ten, i guess i took it upon myself to make sure you didn't do any dumb shit that would end up in a gnarly death. whether you can feel it or not." so he'd appointed himself to be your protector?

"why? it wouldn't do you any good. well... it hasn't done you any good."

"do you really think i only do things if they'll give me an advantage?" five paused, not looking down to see the squinted eyes you stared at him with. "don't answer that question, actually. don't answer. it hasn't done me any good but i don't regret anything i did. not terribly, anyway."

your grin would make the cheshire cat blush.

five immediately regretted saying that. "don't let that go to your head, [y/n]."

"already there, bud."

his brow furrowed again, the corners of his lips twitching down in another frown. "alright. maybe it's partially concern. but fracturing your pelvis would be a very stupid way to die, and not worth laughing at, so i didn't want to miss out on a show." maybe there was some form of truth in that desire for a fun death, but you had that desire too, so small potatoes. it was silence between you two for a few seconds as you patted concrete dust off of your clothes and the backs of your thighs. "let me help," he said, and it was a demand and not an ill-cadenced suggestion. he stepped behind you and swiped away the strips you couldn't reach with a heavy hand. while he did so he carefully looked you over, even going to far as lifting your arms to check for any injuries. you were quite used to it by now.

"thanks," you mumbled. "still waiting for that broken leg."

"well, your plan wouldn't work anyway, because i can see your legs."

"yeah... i like my legs. i don't want one to go janky from a broken bone."

"it would be unfortunate."

"mmhm, so you agree."

five narrowed his eyes slightly, not getting what you meant for a second or two, before scoffing. "i don't think that your legs are nice."

"really?" you turned to look at him, and the teasing grin on your face was reassuring in how amused it was. you were just playing with him, but that was always the way you got him to inadvertently expel whatever he was thinking. you tilted your head, crossing your arms.

"don't give me that, [y/n], or i'll blink away and leave you here."

"there's ceiling access."

he pursed his lips. "alright, then leaving you alone here is completely out of the question, but i will find some way to make this miserable for you."

"what, why? why d'you wanna misery me?"

"you're dreadfully annoying, for one. i hate how you're always smiling, it gives you really bad wrinkles. you have the heart of a child because you're so immature and i don't know why the universe thought it would be funny to shove us two together, because god knows it would never happen normally, but here we are, much to my chagrin." five paused. you were accustomed to his rants by now. "your weird uncle-dad keeps trying to rush something which shouldn't be rushed, and i don't even know what level of weird that is but i hate being a part of it."

"rush something which shouldn't be rushed―what does that mean?" it was like you had selective hearing for the smallest freudian slips known to man. "what, do you need sixty more years to admit you've had some sort of big emotion or something?" it was mostly a jab, something meant to be funny, which was met with a stolid seriousness. you let out a near-silent 'oh' as the moment continued.

"yeah. turns out the crazy alcoholic was onto something, for the first time in his life." you snorted at the quip, nodding in agreement. both of you knew, dearly knew, that words wouldn't be the vessel of the confession, but both of you knew, dearly knew, that it was coming pretty fast. you'd just never think it would come this fast. klaus was really good at sniffing out a love arc, apparently. five felt like steel when he took your hands back into his, not because his biting sharp edges hurt you, no, and they never would, but he'd never done something in a manner such as this. with a few unspoken words the entire atmosphere of your relationship had been turned upside down and that was the scary part; he had no clue where to go from here.

"the worst part will be telling klaus he was right," you joked, swinging your arms in and out on socially-awkward instinct.

"you're telling me. he's gonna tout it around for the rest of time."

"we'll never live it down."

"i doubt you'll need to worry about that, i'll be surprised if you make it to your 16th birthday."

"you give me three years? seriously? you really think that my 58-year-old-13-year-old self can only survive three more years?"

"absolutely correct." you found yourself laughing and he found himself grinning, just slightly. the sound was pleasant, admittedly. he was more open with that now. well, barely, but it still counted. the silence that did follow this time around was almost pleasant. you were too nervous to maintain eye contact very long, so you glanced away from him and your gaze lingered on the random spot which it landed. plants had somehow found their way into the internal cracks of the floor, green shards glinting out in the pale light from the grimy sunroof.

"i never thought i'd see the day where you couldn't look me in the eyes. it's weird and i don't like it. look at me." your cheeks felt warm but you did as you were told. he smiled a little bit, and it didn't even hint at a snarky grin or smug smirk. you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his.

"i'm totally not telling klaus about this."

"neither am i, are you kidding?"

"never in my life," you giggled to yourself, graduating from holding his hands to wrapping your arms back about his neck, where it felt like they belonged. suddenly it was like he was new to embraces because his arms felt stiff when he hugged back, but he hugged back, tight. never before had you encountered something so gentle and so suffocating at the same time; gentle because he might break you, suffocating because he might lose you. neither of those would happen on his watch, of course. somehow, even with your wild self, your flaws and lack of capability to abide by laws and rules, you'd managed to charm the most level-headed, logic-addicted, cynical douchebag the world had ever seen. maybe there was some truth behind that old 'opposites attract' thing.

"do you wanna stick around this dingy place for a while longer like the psychopath you are or get food before you go to sleep so you don"t whine about being hungry?"

"am i really that predi—"

"yes."

"wow, you muttered, furrowing your brow. "i really am predictable."

"yes."

with just the will to prove him wrong you stood straighter and gave him a quick, albeit strong, kiss, and then you were right back on your feet. you caught him off-guard, that's for sure, because he looked like an android in the middle of uploading information; eyes slightly wide, brows slightly raised, pure subtlety. "how about that?"

it still took him a few seconds to respond after that, trying to regain his smug and blunt composure while also trying not to dampen the mood in any way. "you're terrible at convincing. give it another shot."

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[rere-the-writer]

Title: A doppelganger of his own

Pairing: Elijah M. x Gilbert!Reader, mention of Kol M. x Bonnie B.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smutty, Klaus being Klaus, Protective!Elijah

A/N: layed awake at 3am with plot bunnies hoping around with this idea in my head

Part two - part three - part four

Elijah knew he was in trouble if Klaus knew of his feelings for one of the hybrid's doppelgangers. Elijah will meet the end of a dagger, his feelings for Tatia had him fight Klaus. When Elijah fell for Katherine, after she ran Elijah was daggered for nearly two decades. So now the newest Petrova doppelganger came in a pair.

Elena Gilbert and you, you were Elena's older sister by three years and was with her when Rose kidnapped her. That was when Elijah fell for you and it surprised him to see there were two doppelgangers. Elijah learned it was only because Katherine had a witch to speed up the bloodline to get Klaus off her back.

"Elijah!" Elijah flinched hearing Klaus yell making the noble vampire wonder who wronged his brother this time. Elijah looked to the door seeing Klaus with a set gate on his face and Elijah's eyes flickered to the dagger in the hybrid's hand.

You were gorgeous and held such softness that Elijah couldn't help but be drawn to. But Klaus was the reason Elijah hadn't acted on his feelings since the hybrid made sure that everyone knew you and your sister was his.

Elijah sighed sipping on his bourbon wondering just how could he fall for another doppelganger. And at this point Elijah was beginning to doubt it was because you and your sister looked like Katherine and Tatia.

"Yes brother?" Elijah questioned nervous while he slowly stood up. Klaus smirked darkly looking at Elijah walking in slowly picking up Elijah's fast heart rate.

"Damon tells me," Klaus paused just to make Elijah squirm, "you have feelings for my doppelganger." Klaus said watching Elijah freeze.

The vampire now regrets going out with the Salvatores for a drink. A drunk Elijah tells too many secrets and gets too emotional. Both Stefan and Damon felt bad for Elijah, when the older vampire just dumped centuries of hurt and anger on them. Damon wanted to help so he tried to get Klaus to back off from you, just so Elijah could finally have some form of happiness.

"You know how I feel about those taking what is mine."

"Niklaus....I have no plans on telling Y/N how I feel." Elijah tells Klaus eyes trained on the dagger feeling the icy stare that Klaus was giving him. Elijah for the first time in a long time felt real fear, not just for hisself but for you too.

While Klaus allowed Elijah to grace you with his presence, there were things Klaus wouldn't allow. The hybrid didn't really need your blood for his hybrids because Elena was just as good. But you were more willing to give your blood with the right threats. All Klaus had to do was threatened to dagger Elijah or Rebekah and you willing gave your blood since you adored both Originals.

"Yet you still love her. Tell me were you ever planning to steal her away? To lay claim on that soft virgin skin she has? Or tell me how you will dagger me?" Klaus questioned staring Elijah down with a dark glare.

Elijah swallowed realizing it was the sliver dagger that he asked Bonnie to enchant. So when Elijah daggers Klaus, the hybrid would live though the pain his victims did. A lesson Elijah wanted to teach Klaus, to give the feared hybrid some humanity.

"Where did you find it?"

"Katherine is every talkative once in bed. She seems upset you chose my doppelganger over her." Klaus said smirking seeing that fear flashing in Elijah's eyes.

"Don't worry brother, I won't harm her. But you won't see her anytime soon." Was the last thing Elijah heard, it happened so quickly. Klaus drove the dagger into Elijah's chest and Klaus just let Elijah fall. The hybrid looked at the doorway seeing his shocked siblings.

"You three will not undagger Elijah or else you too will find yourself in a box again." Klaus said in a low tone while his siblings glared. Klaus dragged Elijah's body away leaving behind angry and confused siblings.

"Dear Y/N, what brings you by?" Klaus paused hearing Finn letting into the Mikaelson home.

"Have I done something to upset Elijah? I haven't seen him in weeks. I was going to ask if he wanted to join to go to a jazz festival." You said clearly upset, Finn could see the tears that threaten to fall. Klaus watched and almost felt bad when he came downstairs.

"I can take you, love." Klaus says before Finn could say a word. You frowned looking at Klaus who smirked at you almost knowing that you'll say yes.

"No it is fine. Finn please tell Elijah that I am sorry if I did something wrong. I need to go." You said walking away not seeing the frown set on Klaus's face. You clearly had feelings for Elijah and that made Klaus angry even more when he saw the smug smirk on Finn's face.

Elijah hated it, being trapped in his own mind plagued with images of people that died by his hand. But what really broke Elijah was seeing ways of you dieing by Katherine's or Klaus's hand. While crying for Elijah to save you, Elijah wasn't sure how long he had been daggered nor if you were still breathing. You happily married to another, a tear rolled down Elijah's cheek as he fell to his knees at the thought of never seeing you again.

"I hope you are alright darling. I wish I could see your beautiful face once more." Elijah whispered before flinching hearing your screams of pain and begging him to come save you.

You woke in a cold sweat having had a nightmare but it didn't feel like one, more Elijah was asking for your help. Without much thought you quickly put on a pair of flip-flops and headed for the Original's home. You shivered cursing at yourself for leaving the house in a thin tank top and flimsy slik pajama shorts but you had to save Elijah.

You got into the Mikaelson home noticing how quiet it was. Kol was out with Bonnie, Rebekah and Finn went to see a movie. And Klaus was harassing Caroline, you made your way carefully down to the basement. You jogged over to the coffin that held Elijah's body, you opened it seeing Elijah's ashen gray face and wiped away a tear that rolled down his cheek. You pulled out the dagger that was in Elijah's chest.

"Elijah, please wake up." You whispered gently rubbing his cheek like you always did. It happened in a blur and the wind knocked out of you when Elijah slammed you against a wall before he realized who it was.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to..." Elijah said pulling away like your skin had burned him. You smiled surprising Elijah when you threw your arms around his neck.

"It is okay. I missed you, Elijah." You tell Elijah pulling away cupping his face making the vampire melt. It was the one thing he adored the most about you, you were always affectionate with him and Elijah drinked it up.

"Oh fuck! I forgot to get you some blood bags. You must be starving." You said watching Elijah struggle to keep calm and from biting you. Elijah turned away so you wouldn't see his true face but was taken back when you cupped his face.

"Don't darling....you should go." Elijah raspped out, gods was he hungry but you just smiled at him.

"I am not going anywhere. You can feed from me, I trust you." You tell Elijah pricking your finger on the dagger. Elijah opened his mouth to protest but you just placed your bleeding finger on his lips.

Elijah let out a shuttering breath and licked the blood off his lips. Once uour blood hit his tongue, Elijah couldn't help but groan at the sweetness of it. You squealed when Elijah lifted you up pressing you against a wall taking your finger into his mouth.

"My sweet girl, you taste delicious." Elijah breathed moving to your neck wanting more. You mewled when you moved your hips against his and you both became painfully aware of just how thin your clothing was.

You gripped Elijah's shirt breathing heavily when Elijah sank his fangs into your neck. He had wrapped your legs around his waist making you moan when he moved his hips against yours. Elijah pulled away from your neck and bit his hand raising it to your mouth. Elijah's eyes darken seeing you drink from him, you were aware of what blood sharing meant a vampire and you couldn't help but feel heat pool in your belly.

"Elijah....please." You mumbled rolling your hips and Elijah pulled you into a heated kiss giving shallow thrusts. Both were aware of the clothing between you but made no move to undress. Your fingers were tangled in Elijah's hair while his hands were on your hips. Elijah groaned against your neck moving his hips feeling you trembling, you moaned loudly against his ear when he moved his hips just right brushing against your clit.

Elijah knew he was too far gone to stop now, he was addicted to you already. Your chest heaved pulling Elijah's hair feeling him run his tongue over your collarbone. There was a rumble of a growl that settled in Elijah's chest when you tighten your legs around Elijah's waist. Elijah pressed closer to you moving to kiss you roughly rubbing your thighs with his thumbs and pulled away seeing your red face and swollen lips.

"Beautiful." Elijah whispered moving to press more kisses and bites on your neck feeling your hips move against his. Elijah suddenly stopped moving pulling a soft whine from you and was quick to silence you with a well aimed shallow thrust.

You were panting and unbelievably wet resting your head on Elijah's shoulder trying to calm down. Elijah moved you both behind a rack of wine hearing Kol and Bonnie coming down into the basement.

"Darling this is going to get you killed. Since when do you help Damon with plans?"

"But I you to protect me and besides Y/N really misses Elijah. She barely leaves her room so once undagger Elijah. We help them run." Bonnie tells Kol walking towards the coffin. Elijah looks down at you with a boyish smirk seeing you flushing burying your face into Elijah's neck.

"No need Miss Bennett." Elijah says stepping out still carrying you surprising both Bonnie and Kol. The younger vampire smirked seeing the marks on your neck and how you clinged to the oldest vampire or how Elijah buried his nose in your hair.

"Wait how?"

"I had a nightmare of Elijah calling for me to save him. Then I felt this pull." You answered Bonnie watch her and Kol stare at one another understanding completely.

"It can't be."

"It could be. It is rare darling but it does happen. I mean look at Finn and Sage." Kol said confusing you and Elijah.

"Brother?"

"Elijah, Y/N here is your mate. Now let's get you two out of here." Kol says getting everyone up stairs before Klaus returned. Kol help Bonnie with a spell to hide you and Elijah, then Kol handed Elijah a book to explain everything.

"Bonnie what about everyone."

"Don't worry Damon got that covered. This was all his idea if Klaus comes looking."

Elijah took you somewhere in the English countryside where you both had been hiding for ten months. You had gotten calls from Elena where she was angry at you running off with Elijah and listening to Damon. While Caroline's calls were more of her being nosey wanting to know if you and Elijah had sex yet.

Elijah had gotten phone calls from his siblings letting him know how they were doing and how Klaus took it. You and Elijah weren't the only ones who ran off, Kol had took Bonnie to France.

"How long do you think Klaus will be angry?" You asked Elijah when he pulled you into his lap. The night you and Elijah left, Klaus was very very angry having thrown many of Elijah's things around. For awhile Damon had Klaus fooled until Elena messed it all up which was why Kol took Bonnie to France.

Poor Finn and Rebekah was trying to clean after Klaus while the hybrid swore he was going to dagger Elijah for the next century. Klaus even threatened to lock you away somewhere no one will find you.

"My sweet mate, Niklaus's anger can and has ran deep. There is no telling just how long he will keep it." Elijah said running his nose along your neck taking in your scent. You nodded placing a shy kiss on Elijah's lips before he pulled you into a kiss. Elijah groaned when you shifted straddling his lap, you jumped feeling Elijah's hand on your bare thigh moving under your nightgown.

"So responsive, shall we take this upstairs?" Elijah asked smirking but paused when he heard his phone ring and held you close.

"Rebekah?"

'Elijah, we need you to come to New Orleans.' Rebekah says over the phone and Elijah raised an eyebrow looking at you and you were equally confused.

"We'll be there soon."

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[l-r-christian]

Can you do an Elfin Male!reader x Elijah

Who has a daughter that took liking into the Original and they met in the woods because she was chasing a rabbit and stumbled into him and has been meeting him ever since

And M!reader been wondering where his daughter been going and asks her and she just drags him to the woods to meet her new friend 

let's do this.

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Elijah, Elijah just simping, Y/N being best dad, Soft!Mikaelsons

Elven translation:

Gi melin - I love you

Lellig - my daughter

Ada - daddy

Meleth nín - my love

Le annon veleth nín - I give my love to you

Outside of London, England 1800s

England had proven to be a safe haven for the Mikaelsons with them camping out in some woods trying to reach London but Klaus got them lost. Elijah found peace in the woods while his siblings had grown annoyed missing the rich lifestyle they lived before Mikael found them. Little did Elijah know was that he was going to find the love of his life.

King Y/N knew his daughter was an adventurous young Elf at the age of seven as she always managed to sneak away from her guard. But this time the young Elf was chasing a rabbit though the wood in hopes of catching it until she stumbled upon Elijah. Elijah was looking for fire wood when the Elfling found him.

"Hello Sir." Elijah looked hearing the small voice and saw the young Elven girl finding her adorable with her bright chocolate eyes looking up at him. The vampire was no stranger to Elves as the Originals had ran into a few over the years but he was surprised to see such a young Elf.

"What are you doing out here, little one?"

"Looking for a white rabbit Sir. I'm Ilyrana."

"I'm Elijah, maybe I can help?" Elijah says a little worried about leaving a young girl out in the woods alone. From that day forward the young girl met with Elijah teaching him Elvish and just how big her father's Kingdom was. Elijah had grown protective of Ilyrana as they met having grown close while Y/N wondered where his little Princess sneaked off to.

"Ada!"

"Yes lellig?" Y/N says smiling as Ilyrana came running up to the King as he waved his council away. Ilyrana gripped her father's robes smiling up at him as the the young Elf had told Elijah that he should meet her father and ask the King to stay with them.

"I want you to meet my friend." Ilyrana said dragging her father out with the guard following after. Y/N was a bit surprised that Ilyrana had found someone on their lands.

"Elijah! I brought ada!" Ilyrana chirped as Elijah looked over and his breathing hitched as he had never seen someone so beautiful before. Y/N looked so regal dressed in sliverly white robes making his skin tone stand out, his long dark hair pushed back by his crown.

"Ada meet Elijah."

"You must be Ilyrana's friend. Thank you for keeping her safe." Y/N said placing his hand on chest bowing as Elijah swallowed finding the Elven King very attractive. This wasn't the first time Elijah had been attracted to another male but the first time for Elijah to be attracted right away.

"Please allow me to welcome you and siblings to our home to stay."

The siblings were in awe with the beautiful halls as Ilyrana skipped along side Elijah telling him everything about the palace with Y/N smiling.

"King Y/N, why are these people here?"

"They are royal guest of your Princess so treat them as such." Y/N had told his council getting bows and handmaids came taking the siblings to their rooms so they could bathe and change.

"My Highness, I must thank you for your generosity."

"It is no trouble. For you have been a good friend to Ilyrana." Y/N tells Elijah smiling gently as he walked with Elijah who knew he was falling for the King.

Six months into their stay, Ilyrana had been making Elijah hang around her father as she noticed how Elijah looked at the Elven King. Elijah knew he was in love with the King but also knew that Klaus wouldn't allow him to have such happiness.

"Shh my little sparrow." Elijah heard Y/N coo as the vampire saw the King holding Ilyrana and Elijah was a bit worried stepping in the bed chamber.

"Is she alright?"

"Ilyrana has a small cold, nothing for you to worry about." Y/N tells Elijah laying a sleeping Ilyrana in her bed as healers came in to watch over the Princess.

"Walk with me, meleth nín." Y/N says as Elijah stepped in time with the King a little confused about the Elvish but walked along the graceful King. Elijah saw how the moonlight shined on the Elf that some how made the King more beautiful when Elijah remembered the small lessons of learning Elvish from Ilyrana and realized what the King called him.

"Le annon veleth nín."

"But Niklaus...." Elijah stopped talking when Y/N turned to him gently grabbing the Original's hand and Elijah felt his cheeks warm. While this wasn't the first time Y/N had been affectionate with Elijah this was different, more serious.

"Gave his blessing. I want nothing more than to love you, Elijah." Y/N said touching Elijah's cheek and Elijah swallowed leaning into the King's hand.

"Gi melin." Elijah whispered feeling Y/N press closer their foreheads touching and Elijah wrapped his arms around Y/N. The two stood there just taking one another in just enjoying one another's presence.

"Ilyrana will be excited."

"That she would, meleth." Y/N chuckled as Elijah followed the King to his bed chamber where they spent the night talking and just enjoying one another.

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[countrymusiclover]

41 - Baby Mikaelson Twins

Part 42

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

A year before Raelyn’s Merge

Entering the bar that was a few hours drive from my house Jaocb and I were celebrating our first official birthday drink as twenty one year olds. We sat down on two empty barstools and downed a few drinks where we were tipsy. Jacob held his head feeling more dizzy than I was. “Ohh I’m gonna have to puke. I’ll be right back, Rae Rae.” 

He walked around the corner heading to the bathroom room. Raising my glass of a mango margarita to my mouth hearing someone else walking up to the bar about to sit in my brother's seat. “Uh sorry that seat is taken.” 

“My bad. How about this one?” The stranger with blue eyes and sandy brown hair patted the seat on the other side of me. 

I nodded, sitting my drink glass down on the bar top. “That one is all yours buddy. I’m Raelyn by the way.” 

“Ric.” The man extends his hand and we shake the other's hand before he orders a beer looking in my direction. “Are you here on a date with your boyfriend or something?”

I nearly gagged on my own drink. “Gosh no! This seat is for my twin brother. He’s just in the bathroom.” 

“So what brought you out here tonight?’ He asked me chuckling at my response. 

I downed almost half of my drink before I saw my brother coming back from the bathroom and sat down on the other side of me. “Hey Rae, who's the new friend. I'm Jacob.” 

“Names Ric.” The guy shakes my brother's hand. 

Draping my arm over my brother's shoulder, smiling between me and him. “It’s our 21st birthday. We're twins.” 

“Happy birthday you two.” Ric raised his glass and we raised our glasses with him. The three of us spent the night ordering drinks and having some laughs with it. I wasn’t sure how long we were in the bar for but we were all buzzed laying our bodies on the bar table top almost. 

I finished another shot glass leaning into Ric attempting to whisper to him but it actually wasn't. “Ric, I want you to know something…If I'm ever in trouble I'll call you.” 

“And I'll be there for you, Rae.” Ric chuckled back at us and it wouldn't be till years later that I would realize that I had actually met him way before I ever ended up in Mystic Falls. 

Pushing the door closed with my foot I moved my gaze around the room of the bedroom I had stayed in before I had switched rooms and moved in with Klaus. Crossing the room I focused my gaze on the closet shelf in the corner. The dagger was laying right in my face taunting me evilly. “Raelyn, are you okay?” 

“Caroline. Uh yeah.” I glanced over my shoulder seeing the vampire blonde standing in the doorway. 

She stepped in the room coming to stand in front of me and the window with the sunlight streaming through on the two of us. “Klaus told me what happened the night Xavier was born. I am getting ready to leave so I thought I should check up on you beforehand.” 

“Awe thanks, Care.” I smiled at my friend. “But really I'm fine. No need to worry about, little old me.” 

Caroline made a face at me and lifted her blue eyes to the knife behind my head. “I am not trying to pressure you, I'm just curious. Why don't you trust yourself with your magic anymore?” 

“I don’t trust myself entirely. The Hollow is gone and so I should feel free and back to my old self yet I'm not.” I admit weakly rubbing one hand down my arm. 

She paused before she said anything back. “Well these things take time. It took me a while to get a custom to being a vampire. Don't be too hard on yourself.” 

“But what happens if I never take my magic back?” I dropped my arms to my sides. “I mean everybody knows me as the vampire witch heretic.” 

Caroline takes my hands in hers, sending me a half smile. “That’s not all yours known for though, Raelyn.” 

“Thanks Caroline.” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body into mine and she hugged me back gently before we broke the embrace. “You need to come around sooner. Even if the Merge didn't really happen. The girls need their mother.” 

She sniffed through her own tears. “Yeah, don't worry I'll be back before you know it.” 

“Am I interrupting something between you girls?” Someone knocked on the wall outside the door and we both looked at Klaus standing there watching us. 

Shaking my head I knew that he had heard our conversation meaning I just had to pray that he wouldn’t push me to talk about it yet again. I adored the hybrid I did and he was always there for me but he wasn’t good with understanding that this wasn’t something to easily get through. Caroline squeezed my hand and headed to the doorway brushing past him. “Don’t push her into talking about it okay. She’ll talk when she wants to Klaus.”

“So you told her how you were feeling but not me?” He asked once she could be heard walking down the long staircase. 

Rubbing one hand down my arm I avoided his baby blue eyes. “I just don’t have the energy for this conversation. No matter how much I try you just won’t understand it…because you aren’t a witch especially a siphon one. And I can’t begin to understand what it must be like to be a wolf and vampire. So can we just wait till I am somewhat comfortable talking about it.”

The hybrid sighed reading his wife’s body language that said she would get to the point of not speaking to him if he didn’t quit asking why. He crossed the room, closing the gap between them almost entierly. “I’ll wait until you’re ready. Just don’t forget I am here for you.”

“I know that, Nik. What else did you come to talk about with me?” I questioned my husband.

He kept his arms behind his back swaying from side to side. “Missy said that the twins are down for a nap but she can explain what happened to us. She's waiting in their bedroom whenever you're ready.” 

“Let’s go see her.” I agree remembering that Bonnie called me seeming pretty shakes up over the information we had found. Together we made our way over to the twins bedroom seeing our third daughter waiting by the two sleeping cribs. Standing beside the cribs I just held onto the railing when I asked the question to the other heretic of the family. “Missy, what are their powers supposed to be?” 

She gulped nervously before us. “They aren't like us. I can't really explain it but Bonnie thinks they have much stronger powers than we do.” 

“Stronger power, how?” Klaus stepped closer to my side. 

Missy ran her fingers through her hair. “We believe they have the abilities of almost gods.” 

“God's don't exist though.” I replied back to her knowing full well that only creatures of the supernatural world did. 

Missy makes a face saying that I was otherwise wrong about this situation. “I'm telling you mom, it's what we saw. Charming had red energy coming from his hand and Rapunzel had bright gold.” 

“Uh hang on. It's Alaric.” My phone started vibrating so I answered by seeing the former headmaster. “Ric, what’s going on?” 

He responded through the phone. “Hope's waking up.” The three of us ended out conversation vamping to the Salvatore School to go see the young Tribrid at the same time as Josie who should be waking up alongside her. 

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[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch1 (11~15)

ooh… finally the dance time came

Remb asked Liz who she would like as her partner.

Shall we dance?

for your information, there's no refuse option you said that she could always ask if she had any trouble! don't tell me you're trying to retract what you said

He asked her why she chose him, and she responded that it was because everyone knew he was the best dancer around here.

so he's good at dancing? like a dance machine? okay! my next drawing theme is Klaus doing Just Dance or Pump It Up

and another pointing out again sure Klaus, let's get you to bed…

As the music started, the two clasped hands and took the first steps after politely bowing to each other.

Al taught her… then really, she was able to ask him since he's her practice opponent, wouldn't it have been better to ask him? his moves will be familiar, after all

but! this is Klaus' route so she's supposed to choose him as her partner

I think so too aren't you busy with with Ministry work

why do you talk like that she cared about you and is this what she got back oi,,,

umm no just do your work Ministry work is more important than dance classes which anyone with a certain level of skill can teach…

uh, whatever. anyway, it seems like there is something between the two

whut

something splendiferous just happened

erm isn't he being too sincere?! oi calm down go easy on her she's a newbie

erm,,,,,,, I think he's out of his mind just because seeing a newbie

btw I already felt this during Zeus' route but CG quality has improved, especially in terms of coloring and shadowing I like this new art style!

spare her ! ! this guy is insane

well but now I get it, he's highly skilled in dancing is dancing one of the virtues of a member of a prestigious family or what…

yeah yeah I already knew you had no heart for newbies Al over there taught her at her level, moreover he treated her very kindly even though she was a newbie though,,,,,,

A moment later, she spotted Zeus pushing his way toward her through the crowd.

oh.. he can dance? I can't believe he's willing to do such a classy and authoritative act but I think she needs a break because she was beaten the shit out of Klaus?

he hasn't changed at all! I've always thought it's good that things don't change but… you said you would change little by little in your happy ending! I trusted you! what is this he hasn't grown at all!

and they started scratching each other again now it just feels like background music

and here comes other potential opponents guess a situation is being created where she has to dance with everyone except Hiro oi Hiro you won't dance right? I trust you?

seems like he doesn't give a shit in any of this right now though that face that of an office worker tired of overtime and bullshit

huh totally unexpected

and she mentioned Lucious, huh

She recalled what happened with Luci and made up her mind that one day she would find a way to get him out of the labyrinth.

weelll meaningful results might come out during his own route, and this "making a plan to escape the labyrinth" will continue throughout S6 to S7 then, apart from that plan, there must be an incident that runs through S6… the one who manipulate Minotaur? or maybe it has something to do with what Remb wants to ask for this time?

Anyway, the viewpoint moved to Luci.

don't worry! you'll escape there someday! …maybe.

Then suddenly, a dark figure in the distance caught his attention.

it's that that… of the killer doll vibe that came out after Zeus failed to summon in his route come to think of it, it ran away while Liz was interrogating whether it was the real Taffy… but how did it get into the labyrinth huh

-Ch1 End-

#shumma plays wh

[dark9896]

Flufftober 2023

Day 29: Sending Favorite Flowers [x Klaus]

Standing in the office scratching his head, Klaus pondered over who could have sent flowers to the office. And how.

Only a select few people could even access the office of Libra. Let alone deliver things right into the...

"-and I know Klaus, he'll be stubborn about taking care of himself."

What were you doing here?

"Mrx. please, isn't this excessive?" Gilbert was clearly trying to talk sense but, "I'm certain Master Klaus will appreciate all this. Though you being in the building could cause trouble with certain operatives."

"It's late Mr. Gilbert." You retorted, "Who else would be in the office other than Klaus and Steven? Unless you're telling me K.K. is lurking. And the worst that would do is make a mess."

Gilbert was caught. You knew a little too much for someone who didn't know what Libra was. But Klaus was somewhat frozen as you nudged open the door. Carrying a small potted flower in one hand, and a picnic basket in the other.

"L-Liebling?" Klaus forced himself to move, "What's all this?"

Barely making it to the coffee table with your things before Klaus attempted to help, you almost dropped the small chamomile bush. Holding onto both a little tighter for a split second before Klaus adjusted his approach.

"You told me about how much work you had left." You straightened up, "And I know how stubborn you and Steven can be, so I'm just making sure you both get something decent to eat."

Pointing at the small flowering bush, "And I found this at the flower shop. Thought you'd like it, especially for fresh chamomile tea right before it withers."

Hiding the slight pink blush behind a large hand, Klaus didn't get a chance to respond before Steven left his office. The tired, older man followed his nose to the picnic basket, not fully registering that you were in here at all. And not honestly caring, Steven knew you weren't a threat to Libra. Klaus likely wouldn't be with you if you were a danger in the first place.

.

Klaus could barely stop looking at the small plant by morning. To the point that Zapp attempted to tease him about it. An attempt that fell on deaf ears, even as Klaus's face lit up over who gave him these cute little flowers.

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #flufftober 2023

[allisoooon]

can we acknowledge the fact klaus hasn't cried since he turned 30 like is that some sort of magic number did his tear ducts dry up all of a sudden or what

Crying involves catharsis, which involves working through--or at least working into--your problems. Klaus is barely willing to even acknowledge the things that make him feel shitty, let alone dwell with them enough to cry about them. Like, he'll bring them up to make a point, but escaping those bad feelings is what addiction is all about. And when you're not in active addiction, you're still constantly self-soothing in other maladaptive ways. One of those ways is just...staunchly refusing to think about things that trouble you.

But you will notice on rewatching the graveyard scene--during which he is facing a truly horrific thing that happened to him--that he has tears in his eyes as he staggers through. He hasn't worked through, but he is working into, and that is enough to get him started. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a good cry after that was all over (though that's not the only way to react to something like this), but I don't think we really needed to see it. We could feel that moment of catharsis with him. We closed that emotional loop for ourselves, which is something good writing allows you to do. In fact, it can be less effective to watch a character/actor cry at the end of an arc like that because witnessing the closing of that loop is less personal than feeling it for ourselves.

Whenever we do see a character cry on this show, it tends to be the kind of crying that's done to illustrate a moment of rage or helplessness that can't be conveyed in another way, or which would be cheapened by words. When Klaus returns after Dave dies, or Luther learns his father never looked at his reports from the moon, or Allison fails to get everyone to save the universe, the crying serves to add to the emotional tension rather than create catharsis.

#tua meta #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ask answered

[sinful-huntress]

Needy klaus........

....can we stop sharing braincells?

.

You were sitting in Klaus's lap. Just sitting chest to chest while he played Prosfair. It had been a rather long week for both of you. Though you knew Klaus had it worse off, the nature of his job was more than enough of a reason. You didn't know what that was specifically, but it didn't fully matter.

You were just enjoying relaxing in his lap. Chin resting on his shoulder and arms lazily wrapped around his waist while his attention was focused on the computer screen.

Or so you thought.

Klaus was intent on the screen, but having you in his lap after such a strenuous fight... His hormones and current mentality were working against him. He was trying to act like he was just relaxing with his sweetheart. But he wanted you so badly, he was torn between acting on his desires and remaining relaxed for the day.

You could have fallen asleep with how Klaus was rubbing your back idly, except for the fact that his dick was slowly rising against your ass. Choosing to ignore this was getting more and more difficult for you, and was completely impossible for Klaus.

He was having so much trouble fighting himself over this. Should he express his desires or leave it be and let you rest? Certainly you could feel what was going on, sitting in his lap so perfectly.

"[Name]" Klaus couldn't help himself, "Liebling, I can't ignore myself much longer."

You sat up. Met with the soft, loving gaze that somehow betrayed the truth. Klaus was hardly ever the first to ask unless something serious had happened. And he wouldn't have settled into playing Prosfair if that was the case when he walked in.

But you'd be lying to yourself to say you didn't want to follow his lead. It might not have been your first thought, but it was something you wanted.

Klaus moved slowly, taking your silence as a form of understanding. Though with you meeting him more than half way, he knew it was perfectly fine to continue. A slow, deep kiss, your back pressed against the edge of the desk while Klaus's hands wandered your sides.

Half pinned just by virtue of sitting in Klaus's lap while he swiped his tongue at your lips. Asking to go further, never assuming your comfort levels... just how Klaus operated. The soft moan from your throat was embarrassing to say the least, but it was mirrored by Klaus's only soft growls.

You snaked your arms up, clinging to Klaus and running a hand up through his fiery red hair. Only the begining of how messy things would get. Certainly Klaus would be his usual soft and sweet self, but that had nothing to do with how passionate he got every time.

Klaus pulled back just a bit, "Liebling, I need you. Right now. Please."

You nodded, mind still a bit numb from just enjoying the moment. Though Klaus wasted no time pushing away from the desk, keeping you pulled close so he could beeline for the bed. Slow kisses during the admittedly short trip so you couldn't doubt Klaus's interest for even a second.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #ask #anon ask #klaus von reinherz #sinful heathens

[thehargreevesfam]

I'm so confused over how the Sparrow Academy timeline works?? So, Reginald decides to buy a different set of superpowerd babies. Alright, sure. What happened to that timeline's version of the Umbrella siblings though? Are they like chilling with their biological parents, were they offed as babies, or did by returning to the present they replaced their timelines' selves? I think the first option would be such a cool concept because it would explore who they could've been if they were never taken but it's more likely Reginald "took them out if the picture" so there wouldn't be any complications to his plans. And the third option, also possible??? I have no idea. I'm not even gonna go into the whole Old!Five with the correct equation time-traveling to a present that doesn't exist because my brain hurts. If you're just as confused as me then I'm so sorry for the long ask 🙏

Haha, dw anon you’re good :) I think many of us have been a bit confused by the show’s timeline because sometimes it doesn’t make sense lol, and the show hasn’t expanded much on what time travel rules it’s using yet.

But to answer your question, yeah, there are versions of the umbrellas who weren’t adopted by Reginald in the sparrow timeline. Of course, we don’t know what happened to them since s3 isn’t out yet, but I doubt we’ll see any of them. There are already a lot of characters listed for s3, so introducing another set of umbrellas for that timeline will just make the plot unnecessarily convoluted. Maybe someone will mention it, let’s say Klaus, ‘Hey, does that mean there are versions of ourselves in this timeline?’ And then Five would be like, ‘Probably, yeah,’ and it’s never brought up again.

And honestly, I’m not completely opposed to the idea that Reginald killed them. It’d make sense, he knows they’re the ones who caused the apocalypse. He may want to tie up lose ends and get rid of them so they wouldn’t cause trouble for him, whether he adopted them or not.

Ha, yeah, for that bit about old five, I’m sorry to tell you anon but I’ve got no fucking clue 😂 it makes my brain hurt too. I’ve considered that tua is a multiverse? So there are several timelines, and the one Five sent his boomer self back in is a timeline that exists separately from the sparrow one they created. Or, there is one timeline, but that timeline hadn’t branched yet to create the sparrow academy, so Klaus throwing the fire extinguisher was still a present that existed. Or maybe Five lied about the equation, so old man Five was sent back to the exact same situation Five was in the beginning of s1, and nothing changed.

But then again, I’m not sure😂 so if anyone knows more and would like to add on, that’d be greatly appreciated!

#thanks for the ask :) #I hope I answered well enough to your satisfaction 😂 #sorry this got long lol #the umbrella academy #asks

[conduitandconjurer]

i don’t think those 2 scenarios are the same thing. klaus was trying to get luther to trust reginald, their abuser, and luther had every right to say no to that, whereas luther was trying to get klaus to save their family FROM their abuser, and likewise, klaus has the right to decline too. they’re not the same scenario, they’re the opposite. one is trying to get the other on reginald’s side and one is trying to get the other to warn their family about reginald because they’ve both been disposed of by him.

I think this is actually a great point, and I didn't mean to imply that Klaus was correct in his actions in 3x08. I also think that Luther definitely had every right to decline. Which reminds me, I need to write that meta about Klaus and the self-thwarting coping strategy of addiction (to substances and to the possibility of authority figures finally approving of him, providing him a sense of autonomy and purpose).  But I don’t know, something about what you’re saying isn’t quite sitting right and I’m trying to figure out how to articulate why. 

But anyway, iwhat I mean is more that Klaus has a history of being discredited that goes way outside the bounds of that sole incident, for needs and for requests that aren't hurtful to himself or others. In other words, there's a troubling, frustrating pattern at work, often to do with sketchy ideas about consent and bodily autonomy, and I often question why the writers do this. Is it to cause the audience to be sympathetic to Klaus and frustrated at his siblings? is it just to create a tone that's sort of sardonically and darkly humorous, in tandem with Gerard Way's comics? I think that's what I'm struggling with.

I may also be having a visceral alarm response to the way that Luther punched, chased, threw, and especially lifted up and strangled Klaus. Even though they’re both dead, and Klaus can’t feel pain the way he did when Luther assaulted him in season 1,  there is something about this that makes my skin crawl.  It is very predatory and violent and I don’t understand why the writers would make Luther so aggressive as a form of “humor,” and so like his old self, when so many episodes of season 3 showed Luther growing as a character.  It goes beyond the bounds of normal sibling roughhousing, as well, and I think maybe it also squicks me because Klaus is so clearly canonically queer, genderfluid, chronically ill (yes, that’s substance addiction), and mentally ill (PTSD).  I don’t like the dynamic and its perhaps unintentional implications, you know?  And I know that’s probably me reading too deeply into it, but it’s my immediate reaction, and again, it’s the fact that the occurrence is serial. 

I think the only other thing that troubles me is that, while Luther has every right to ask Klaus to help save their family, the fact remains that he doesn't show investment in Klaus's struggle until he learns Klaus can be useful. This is and of itself is no crime...but it's kind of sad, isn't it? Wouldn't you want to be desired just for your company, for your intrinsic worth, for you, and not just when you have a convenient skill or power to help others?

Maybe that resonates with me more personally than the average viewer, because like Klaus, all my life I've found I'm also a conflict-avoidant people pleaser, and I try to reroute hostile encounters by accommodating others way longer than is good for my mental or physical health. I pretend I’m not upset when I am, and I forgive very hastily.  Not because I am afraid of arguments, but because I feel guilty if I can't constantly rise to the occasion as a Fred-Rogers-esque "Helper."

And obviously, you can disagree with any of this if you like!  I am coming at this, as we all are, with my own personal baggage. 

Does that make more sense?

#ooc #meta #Klaus Hargreeves #s3 spoilers

[andreal831]

What do you think he genuinely felt for Katherine? Could they have worked if Katherine had stayed put and his elixir would have worked?

Kalijah is Elijah's most toxic relationship, but not Katherine's.

He first developed feelings for her when she was human and Klaus was "courting" her. Elijah knew what was in store for Katerina, but didn't warn her. Yes, he did work in the background to try and find a way for her to survive, but the goal was still for her to be sacrificed to break Klaus' curse.

We also can't ignore that the last woman he loved before meeting Katerina looked identical to her. Elijah, at the time, was unaware that he had taken Tatia's life, but he clearly still felt guilt and pain about her death. He saw Katerina as a second chance. A way to save her where he couldn't save Tatia. Human Katerina had everything Elijah loves in humanity, she was strong and brave but compassionate and caring. He didn't love her because he wouldn't allow himself to get close enough to develop such strong emotions. He knew her fate and knew there was very little he could do to stop it. Very little he would do to stop it.

If the elixir had worked and Klaus had completed the sacrifice, no, I don't think they would have ended up together. Katerina would have resented him. He gambled her life for her brother's power. She would have felt betrayed by someone she had grown to care for and felt protected her. This would have hardened Katerina and she would have started the descent into Katherine Pierce. Katherine would not have tolerated that disloyalty and would have never trusted him again.

Katherine could have sent word to him for 500 years and did not. Elijah could have looked for her for 500 years and did not. But they never trusted the other. They both moved on multiple times, Katherine with the Salvator brothers, and Elijah with Celeste and then Hayley.

When they reconnect, Elijah is ready to use Katherine as bait for Klaus. He doesn't show any affection to her even though he thought she had died. We don't see when they truly reconnect but it is sometime while Elijah has fled Mystic Falls. Elijah was in an emotionally troubled state at this point. He learned his brother had killed his mother, he was daggered, his mother came back to life, his mother and brother tried to kill him and his whole family, and then his favorite brother was temporarily killed. Elijah is not one to leave his family (Rebekah and Klaus specifically) but he does leave them here.

In this time he runs into Katherine. I headcanon it was not an accident on her part. Klaus still wanted Katherine dead and she needed powerful allies. Who's more powerful than an Original?

It always seemed to me that Katherine was attempting to manipulate Elijah into protecting her and Elijah was letting her because he needed to feel connected to someone and felt guilt for how he used her in the past. He needed to have faith that he hadn't ruined yet another woman's life.

We do see moments of tenderness between them. I'm not saying they didn't care for each other. But Elijah even says later that he's only loved two women (Tatia and Celeste) up until that point. He never truly trusted Katherine wasn't manipulating him and Katherine never trusted that he would put her first over his family.

Without trust their relationship was always doomed to fail. They were trying to build a house on sand. The more weight they put on it, the quicker the foundation crumbled.

While they both care for each other, they were never the most important person to the other. They were both using each other to as a placeholder until they could get what they truly wanted.

#kalijah #kalijah analysis #elijah x katherine #elijah mikealson #katherine pierce #toxic love #toxic relationship #tvdu #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #tvd anon ask #anon ask #fandom answers #fandom asks

[kiss-my-freckle]

Many people assume that Klaus and Camille didn't have sex since the show didn't state so when they were shown making out in bed and there was a scene cut in the middle of Elijah and Rebekah before they were shown done with whatever they were doing but will assume Caroline went as far as having sex with Damon after he compelled her to be his bloodbag. When she woke up the morning after in 1x3, she touched her neck, indicating that was the last she remembered and was freaked out getting bitten by a vampire. He was shown vamping out after she tried to leave to show that he was thirsty for blood rather than something else. In 1x4 their scene started with them already talking about attire for the Founder's ball without showing when the conversation started, indicating what Damon's intention was being in her house a second time after their one night stand, with him also saying at the beginning of the scene that he went through a lot of trouble to make sure the party wasn't cancelled because he needed to be there to get the crystal before he compelled her to take him because he couldn't talk her into agreeing. He kissed her before biting her neck instead of biting it immediately to not appear as scary to her, with her describing it as being nicer to her while at the Founder's party she was scared and assuring him she didn't tell Elena about him and he only bit her without trying to appear less aggressive. And like Klaus he wore a shirt in the 1x4 scene in Caroline's room but people assume one thing for Klaus and the other for Damon. People also assume Caroline slept with him after since his arms were wrapped around her as he was draining her of her blood at the party, but he didn't grope her in intimate places like Klaus did when he groped the breasts of the compelled woman he fed on in 3x13, but Klaus isn't accused of sexually abusing her by the same fans. They also use Damon compelling Caroline to believe that she liked being bit in 1x5 after he stopped using her as a bloodbag to open the cellar as evidence that he continued to sleep with her. Aside from the fact that Julie said twice that they didn't have unconsensual sex, I don't think they would have written a major character like Caroline have had something to that extremity happen to her since the attitude in the show and fandom is if something bad happened to a minor or nameless character it isn't as big of a deal. Plus Caroline's personality wouldn't hold her thoughts in if that happened to her, and would share for someone else's sake. I'm sure she talked about Damon with Bonnie multiple times since she told her he abused her in 1x5 and they talked about him and Elena before the ball with her not happy about it, so Bonnie would have been more against his relationship with Elena than she was considering her conversations with Caroline. Caroline seems closer with Bonnie than Elena, as shown in the pilot when she talks about Elena to Bonnie even though she's right there, and Bonnie also told Caroline that she's not the type of person to hold her personal thoughts in another conversation. Her comment about having slept with Damon when she didn't know he was a sociopathic narcissist is something to consider since she knew after becoming his bloodbag that he was a murderous vampire and thought he might kill her. She wouldn't have made that comment if their sex wasn't consensual since she was comparing herself to his other sexual partners and calling them skanks, and if it was unconsensual she wouldn't have downgraded other women in that way and have empathized with them sleeping with a man who disregarded consent when having sex.

A lot of things are hidden in scene cuts and a lot of things are shown in scene cuts. As far as I'm concerned, Damon's sex with Caroline was consensual. Bonnie and Elena are closest with each other.

[promo-cchm]

arc-one • p r e s e n t

when mystic falls went down, stefan salvatore did all he could to help others escape but, was the first one to show up in new orleans with bad tidings. The beginning of supernatural overpopulation but soon after arriving, bodies of the supernatural beings are being found dead at an alarming rate. klaus isn’t very happy to see him or the mystic gang and even though stefan tries to stay out of the original drama... he continuously finds himself drawn in. even being a suspect on the list of hopes disappearance. he just hopes this time around, living in the city where the originals reside, won’t end in any of his friend's inevitable deaths. stefan is trying his best to stay clear of the elena and damon situation the best he can but as damon starts to cause trouble Stefan may have to ward off more than hunters, but slayers and shadow hunters alike.

divergent • c o n n e c t i o n s

angel o'connell (x)

stefan salvatore has been trying to quell the wrongs of his past for a long time. when he is introduced to a business run by a vampire much like himself, angel investigations.. he finds himself in awe at the work he is doing fighting off the supernatural creatures looking to do the human race harm. he may just want to join in on the fight against evil.

jace herondale (x)

even though stefan doesn't plan to get in to the middle of the original family drama, it seems it might be something he can completely avoid. he could end up on the end of a shadowhunters questions, and might be forced to take sides. being a part of klaus' sire line, it wouldn't be surprising if he was more than willing to help them in their quest to break it.

buffy summers (x)

with damon leaving the city distraught as he leaves many dead due to his current state of mind. the slayer of all slayers will come to put his rampage to an end. but there might be one thing standing in the way of the slayer and eldest salvatore, and thats heo hair stefan.

P L O T • A V A I L A B L E • N A V I G A T I O N

#rp #rpg #tvd rp #tvd rpg #tw rp #tw rpg #tmi rp #tmi rpg #btvs rp #btvs rpg

[crescentcityhellmouth-rpg]

arc-one • p r e s e n t

when mystic falls went down, stefan salvatore did all he could to help others escape but, was the first one to show up in new orleans with bad tidings. The beginning of supernatural overpopulation but soon after arriving, bodies of the supernatural beings are being found dead at an alarming rate. klaus isn’t very happy to see him or the mystic gang and even though stefan tries to stay out of the original drama... he continuously finds himself drawn in. even being a suspect on the list of hopes disappearance. he just hopes this time around, living in the city where the originals reside, won’t end in any of his friend's inevitable deaths. stefan is trying his best to stay clear of the elena and damon situation the best he can but as damon starts to cause trouble Stefan may have to ward off more than hunters, but slayers and shadow hunters alike.

divergent • c o n n e c t i o n s

angel o'connell (x)

stefan salvatore has been trying to quell the wrongs of his past for a long time. when he is introduced to a business run by a vampire much like himself, angel investigations.. he finds himself in awe at the work he is doing fighting off the supernatural creatures looking to do the human race harm. he may just want to join in on the fight against evil.

jace herondale (x)

even though stefan doesn't plan to get in to the middle of the original family drama, it seems it might be something he can completely avoid. he could end up on the end of a shadowhunters questions, and might be forced to take sides. being a part of klaus' sire line, it wouldn't be surprising if he was more than willing to help them in their quest to break it.

buffy summers (x)

with damon leaving the city distraught as he leaves many dead due to his current state of mind. the slayer of all slayers will come to put his rampage to an end. but there might be one thing standing in the way of the slayer and eldest salvatore, and thats heo hair stefan.

P L O T • A V A I L A B L E • N A V I G A T I O N

#cchm stefan

[mastirs]

@killbrid said // ⚔️ Historical AU

She never treated highborn people the way they were meant to be treated, they were just people no different from anyone else just because they were born into families better off than others, She often got in trouble for this, sent to the kitchens to clean with no food for days, Chained in the food storage room until she acted somewhat compliant, They wouldn't kill her though as her Father was highborn but since she was born out of wedlock, SO she did not get any birthright at all, She was a bastard in her father's eyes. The Mikaelson's were one of the most powerful houses friends with her father's family, SO she worked in their kitchens, cooking their food, and cleaning their plates, She'd spend time with Rebekah sometimes when she was upset and alone offering her comfort and the more they spent time together the more she would tell, SO she was one of the only Servants who knew their secret and for whatever reason Meg was Immune to their compulsion as well as her father which is why she was kept around, Something about her family was special, BUT she was also a liability so she was kept on a tight leash. She was currently left in Niklaus's room cleaning up blood stains from the floor, Usually, they have someone else do it but he had drunk from the girl who washes his floors, She felt him lingering there watching her. "She didn't deserve it ya know..." she said angrily scrubbing at the stone floor cursing. "Just because you're whatever you are doesn't mean you have to kill innocent people." she stood up, She knew he could kill her, they all could, BUT she was his sister's friend and they were interested in whatever power lied within them, her and her father. "You get off on it, scaring and killing people.. it's sick" she wasn't scared though, she knew very well what he was, the infamous Klaus, the HYBRID, She's offered to all of them that they can feed off her, Rebekah did sometimes, Elijah also But Kol and Klaus were different. "You think you can scare me by standing there?" she scoffed. "If you wanted me dead I'd be dead, but you know as well as I do that I'm not normal and it keeps you interested enough to keep me around." she chucks the scrubbing brush on the ground, Blood on her already dirty dress. " Your room will be done within the hour M'lord," she said sarcastically...

#i figure meg wouldn't be a demon #but something #enough to keep her alive