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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Hey could I request a klaus x reader the reader is a witch Davina sister and he falls in love with her ?

Claire He Could Stand

If somebody could write this as a full fic I would gladly read it. I feel like this idea is so interesting 🤔

Witches were an annoying little thing to the original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Recently since he had moved back to New Orleans he found one girl in particular bloody frustrating Davina Claire...one exception was her sister Y/n. Standing in front of one of the paintings of me that Klaus had done I smiled only wearing his shirt that looked like a dress on me. "I was expecting to wake up to you beside me, little witch." I smiled feeling his arms wrap around me from behind with his chin resting on my shoulder. He leans forward planting a kiss to my neck right before I turned around facing him. "I'm sorry, Nik. I just had to admire someone's handy work." He smirked watching me eyeing his bare chest listening to my heart beat increasing when I blushed. "I certainly wouldn't mind recreating the fun we had last night, love."

He leans forward drawing me in for a deep kiss making me moan wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped my legs around his waist vamping me back into his room where I hit the soft mattress right before my phone started ringing on the nightstand. "Ignore it sweetheart." Klaus mumbled kissing my neck when I try to reach for it. Moving one of my hands into his dirty blonde hair I twisted it hearing him moan then kissing me hungerly. I smirked waving my freehand using my magic to flip it so I am ontop shocking the hybrid underneath me. "If you were anyone else Y/n my little witch you would have a dagger in your heart by now for that..." He growled flashing his golden hybrid eyes up at me.

"It's a good thing I'm the only witch you can stand to be around this long with." I teased leaning down about to kiss him again until the door gets burst open. I screamed falling over underneath the covers with Klaus ready to stab whoever it was interrupting us. "Y/n, I know you're here. Why haven't you been answering my calls. I did a locater spell and - oh god!" My sister screamed covering her eyes with her hand immediately. Klaus flopped back draping an arm over my shoulder with my head laying against his chest. "Hi sis..." I waved feeling embarrassed this is how she found out. She stomped up raising her hand causing my boyfriend to grab his head in pain. "Davina please. He's not hurting me." I begged her knowing she would attempt to kill him if given the chance but she dropped her hand sighing in a warning. "If you ever hurt my sister I will make you suffer!" She left the room before I climbed back into the bed with Klaus who shook his head in annoyance until I drew him in for another kiss. "You really are the only witch I can stand, Y/n Claire."

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bonniebird · 2 years

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Davina Claire x Reader

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You followed along after Davina. She marched through the graveyard like she was on a mission while you hurried along behind her. You carried a massive box of things she needed for her spell. Halloween was fast approaching and she was slowly running out of time.

The spell she needed to perform had to be finished before the next full moon which happened to fall on Halloween. She had thought that she had more time but getting some of the items was a lot harder than she’d thought even with you and Josh helping.

“Davina.” You jumped when you heard Marcel and tipped the box so you could see around it. Marcel stood with his hands on his hips as he waited for her.

“You won't stop me.” She insisted.

“You know better than to pull a stunt like this. Think of the risks if you do this.” You moved the box to the other side so you could see Davina’s reply as she scoffed.

“Think of what could happen if I don't. Think about what will happen to all of us if we don’t do something.” Davina was earnest when you spoke. Your face must have shown you thought that was a good argument because when you popped your head around the other side of the box he frowned at you.

“Davina you’re not getting through.” Marcel stepped in front of the tomb that she’d been heading to.

“You’re not going to be able to stop me.” She whipped her hand out and focused on Marcel who flew off into the air. You hurried along behind her as she headed inside, you tripped a little on the lip of the door as you tried to see if Marcel was ok.

“I need to start.” Davina muttered as she sealed you both in with a spell and took the box from you. “Just make sure to ignore any spirits that pop up.”

"There’s ghosts! I want to go home." You said, making her glance up at you.

“We’re doing a spell to talk to a ghost.” Davina said and rolled her eyes when you pulled a face.

“Yeah. I know but I didn’t think it would show up for me. I figured you’d be the only one who could see it.” You complained. When she patted the floor next to her you went and sat beside her. She began to chant and you watched as figures appeared and disappeared before her.

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 2 years

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The Price of a Favour

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader Smut Klaus needs a powerful witch to perform a spell and the reader who is the powerful witch says it’ll come with a price and then Klaus starts to take a liking toward him and make a move.

Genre: Smut

Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, Gore if you squint. I do not own the gif used.

“I’ve communed with the Ancestors and they’ve declared it safe for us to expand our community but we must stay safe and cautious. Our alliance with both the vampires and the werewolves is the only way this expansion is happening safely. Now, let’s all return to our preparation for Fête de Cadeau” the male regent finished his speech, standing at the front steps of the Lyceé, allowing the rest of the coven to continue with their activities.

The male regent had walked down and made his way past his fellow witches, giving them polite greetings before he reached the exit gates of Lafayette Cemetery. “There’s our Regent.” a voice spoke behind the male witch, stopping him from leaving. A smile etched on his face as he turned and saw his good friend and ex-mentor, Vincent Griffith, and standing next to him was his other good friend and fellow witch, Davina Claire.

“Vin, Dee.” He greeted in return as he moved to give each of them a tight hug. “So, how does it feel being Regent?” Davina asked, with a soft smile.”It’s definitely something. I mean I’m doing the best that I can for the coven. I just still can’t believe that I was chosen.” the male regent answered, with a tired smile. “Y/n, the Ancestors wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t think you weren’t capable of doing something great for the coven.” Vincent said as he patted his ex-protege on the arm, in an attempt to boost his confidence.

“Vincent’s right Y/n. You’re kind, smart, and powerful…” Davina started, praising her friend. “Which is precisely why I require his assistance.” A thick British accent interrupted from the gate, drawing the attention of the three witches. “Mr. Mikaelson, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Y/n asked, as he briefly gave Vincent and Davina a look asking them to leave, reluctantly they left the hybrid alone with their friend.

“My dear sister, Freya, is trying to perform a spell to undo a hex placed on Rebekah but she needs a little help from another powerful witch.” Klaus explained, as he walked closer to the Regent, who’s heart was beating faster at the approach of the hybrid. “An unfortunate circumstance you’re in but I can’t help you without getting something in return.” Y/n stated, trying to control his heartbeat. “I can give you anything your heart desires, love.” Klaus whispered against Y/n’s ear, before holding the witch and vamp-speeding them to the compound.

Upon arrival, they saw a crazed Rebekah with her hand inside Hayley’s chest aiming for her heart. Y/n broke out of his shock and lifted his hand before clenching it into a fist causing a pain infliction spell to act on Rebekah. The cursed blonde released her hand from Hayley’s chest, who collapsed on the ground, and held her head in pain. “Hold her down.” Y/n commanded, causing Klaus to use his strength to hold Rebekah in place against the wall.

Freya, with a mystic knife, and Y/n approached Rebekah and both chant a spell as a mark slowly revealed itself on Rebekah’s arm. Once the mark was fully visible, Freya used the knife to cut the skin that held the mark effectively knocking Rebekah out. Klaus placed Rebekah to sleep in her room and then led Y/n to his room. “Is it always like this in your house?” Y/n asked, focusing his attention on the hybrid. “Some days are worse than others.” he shrugged, with a smirk.

“An alliance. We want an alliance with the Mikaelson family. That’s what I want in return.” Y/n said, putting his best interest for the witches and their protection. Klaus gave a short laugh under his breath, moving closer to Y/n standing inches apart from each other. “So be it then, love.” he agreed, before his lips pressed against Y/n’s. The witch kissed back as he melted into the hybrid’s touch. The kiss continued as they moved on to the bed and began to undress themselves. With their clothes on the floor, only in their underwear, Klaus moved his kisses down Y/n’s neck.

Y/n moaned as he felt Klaus’ bite on the sensitive spots on his neck while the hybrid’s hand hooked onto the witch’s underwear and ripped the fabric off leaving the Regent under him naked and breathless. Y/n felt the cold air touch his hard member that was pressed against his stomach before he felt a cold hand wrapped his member and began to jerk. “Klaus…” Y/n moaned as the hybrid’s bites and kisses moved down his chest toward his stomach. “You’re beautiful, my love.” he whispered.

“Please Klaus…” Y/n begged as he arched his hard cock closer toward Klaus’ mouth, the hybrid smirked at the effect he had on the witch. “Tell me what you want, my little witch.” Klaus said, still slowly jerking Y/n with one hand while the other drew shapes by Y/n’s entrance. “You…Klaus. I want you.” Y/n lustfully answered, before releasing a moan as he felt his cock enter Klaus’ mouth.

The hybrid’s soft pink lips had swallowed Y/n’s hard cock, his tongue would swirl around the member as he moved his head in different motions and directions. Y/n would thrust his hips closer toward Klaus allowing Y/n’s entire member to fit inside his mouth while the witch had his hands in the hybrid’s hair. While sucking Y/n’s cock, Klaus used his one hand to massage Y/n’s balls adding to the overall pleasure of the blowjob while his other hand moved to Y/n’s mouth causing him to suck on the finger.

Klaus had removed his mouth from Y/n’s member and gave it kisses as he noticed the throbbed veins that indicated that Y/n was close. The hybrid removed his fingers from Y/n’s mouth and moved them back to Y/n’s hole as he started to insert a finger inside the witch. Klaus pulled Y/n into a comfortable position, where the hung hybrid’s cock was by Y/n’s mouth and Klaus entered the second finger into Y/n.

Y/n had removed Klaus’ underwear releasing the large cock from its constraints, allowing it to stand tall and hard with the tip shining with drips of precum. The cock made up for its average girth in its length. Y/n began to pepper the hard member with soft kisses and licks but got distracted when Klaus began to speed up the movement of his fingers. Klaus took the opportunity to shove cock in Y/n’s mouth as he was moaning, the hybrid started to thrust his cock in a gyrating motion into Y/n’s mouth.

Klaus enjoyed the way Y/n’s lips felt around his cock, the way his tongue would press against his tips, and the way Y/n would choke in his attempts to take the whole member down his throat. Y/n was at the hybrid’s mercy with 3 of his fingers opening him up and a hard cock in his mouth, the witch could feel his climax etching closer. Klaus slightly twisted the angle of his fingers and pressed against Y/n’s spot causing him to moan on the hybrid’s cock, sending vibrations through his member.

“That’s it, love.” Klaus moaned as he pushed his cock inside Y/n’s hole eliciting a moan from the witch. Klaus waited allowing Y/n to adjust before he started thrusting back and forth, he got faster with each thrust. Y/n began to moan Klaus’ name as the hybrid continued his thrusts and he felt Klaus’s muscular chest press against his back. Y/n and Klaus were both in a state of pleasure as Klaus’s cock felt Y/n’s walls closing on the member while it pressed against Y/n’s spot. Klaus slowed down his movements as he started to make sharp thrusts, letting a jolt course through Y/n’s body.

Y/n was now riding Klaus’s hard cock while kissing the hybrid. He broke the kiss to let out a soft moan next to Klaus’ ear as he bottomed out. Klaus softly bit Y/n’s neck getting a small taste of his sweet blood, he moaned at the taste and the way Y/n moved on his member. Klaus then grabbed Y/n’s hips and began to thrust upwards into Y/n causing the witch to throw his head back letting a string of words slur out his mouth.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Klaus commanded as he had Y/n leaning against a full-length mirror. Klaus had been stroking Y/n’s cock getting him closer and closer to his finish while teasing him with his cock by pressing his tip against Y/n’s entrance. “Tell me or I won’t let you cum.” Klaus whispered across Y/n’s ear. “You. I belong to you.” Y/n panted, as he felt his climax reaching before Klaus released his cock and pushed his hard cock into Y/n pressing against his spot.

“Pleas…Klaus.” Y/n begged, causing the hybrid to thrust harder each time hitting against Y/n’s spot causing him to let out a loud moan as he cum escaped Y/n’s cock hitting against the mirror and his stomach. Klaus felt his climax close so he sped up his hard thrusts before his warm seed filled Y/n. The witch felt Klaus pick him up and place him on the bed, and placed blankets over him.

At first Y/n believed that Klaus was going to leave him alone but was proven wrong when he felt the bed dip on the other side and arms wrap around him, pulling him into a cuddling position.

#Klaus Mikaelson x male reader #The Originals x male reader #KlausMikaelsonxmalereader #The Originals masterlist #The Originals imagine #Klaus Mikaelson smut #Klaus Mikaelson imagines

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locker42 · 3 years

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davina claire x mikaelson reader when davina brings back mikael they get in a fight about it cause he saw her as a abomination too ( she’s a heretic from esthers witch side )

Ruined

Warnings: swearing, blood.

Word count: 705

Pairing: Davina Claire x heretic!reader

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“What the fuck?” You whispered as you walked through the room, your mouth gaping at ruined walls, the blood spilled on the floor, tables broken and glass shuttered on the floor. You woke up from yelling and loud noises running through the house, making you immediately run down the stairs to see what happened. You found nothing except for the ruined living room. You picked up your phone, calling Davina. She picked up at the third ring.

“Hey, baby.” She said, you could hear her heavy breaths through the phone. “Hey,” you replied, “are you okay? You sound a little out of breath.”

“I’m fine. Why did you call? Are you okay?” She asked, as if she knew something you didn’t. “Yeah, I’m fine. But I heard some weird noise and yelling from downstairs and I couldn’t find you. I was just wondering if you know anything.” You explained, sitting down on the couch, one of the only things that weren’t completely ruined. There was silence on the phone, you heard a few people talking, something breaking and big boom.

“Davina? Davina, are you okay? What’s going on there?” You asked worryingly.

“Y/N!” You heard her yell out your name, but you could tell she wasn’t close to the phone. “Y/N, run!” She yelled out one more time before the line was off, leaving you confused and panicked. You took her hairbrush, a candle and a map, forming a locator spell. Slowly, the suggested location she was started burning on the map. You instantly recognised the place and took off. You drived like crazy, completely panicked as thoughts ran through your head.

What if she’s been taken?

What if she’s dead?

When you finally reached the old abandoned house you ran in, the only thought in your head being Davina.

“Davina?!” You called, walking through the house, trying to find her. You walked up the old wooden stairs. You opened the first door you saw and gasped at the sight behind it. There was Davina, tied up to a chair with a cloth on her mouth, her face was bloody and a bruise was already forming under her eyes. You felt your rage running through your body, leaking through your fingertips. “Davina! Are you okay?” You asked as you ran forward to her, untying her and taking the cloth away from her mouth.

“I told you to run, Y/N. Why didn’t you?” She said as soon as you removed the cloth. “Did you really think I’d hear you scream over the phone and just run away?” You scoffed. “I thought you knew me better, Claire.” You joked at the smirk quickly left your lips as she shook her head. “No, Y/N. This is a trap.”

“A trap? Who set up a trap, huh?” You asked, confused at why she wasn’t getting up and running out the door. “Michael. I brought him back. Apparently-“

“Wait, what?” You stopped her. “What do you mean you brought Micheal back?”

“There’s no time to explain, Y/N. You need to go, run. Run somewhere he won’t find you.” She said, you could see the desperation in her eyes, begging you to save yourself. “What about you, Davina? I can just run.” You shook your head, moving to untie her hands.

“No, stop. You need to go, now! Before he’ll be back!” She protested, but you ignored her and untied her hands. You turned back to her and pulled her up. “We need to go.” You said as you began to walk towards the exit. She tried to get away from your grip, causing her even greater pain. You immediately stopped, letting her hang onto your arm. “Stop resisting, Dav. You’ll only cause yourself more pain.” You said and continued to drag her out of the house. You eventually gave up and picked her up, knowing full well you were stronger than her. You were careful not to hurt her as you exited the house. As soon as you began to walk to your car you heard a loud crush, making you turn around. You didn’t see anything but at one swift movement you were on the ground, a stick in your stomach and Davina gone.

#Davina Claire x reader #davina claire #requested

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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🌙 hey y'all! we're almost at the very end of march so here's this month's reading list, to show some appreciation to all the amazing writers on this site. seriously, you're all absolute angels!

🌙 all the fics on this list are so incredible, please show these writers some support and reblog them if you enjoy them as much as i did! also a reminder to any minors to heed any 18+ warnings that some of these stories contain!

🌙 and here's last month's reading list in case you missed it!

☁️ the vampire diaries/the originals

↠ clean up by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] very very good elijah characterization and just all around spectacular!!💘 you’ll be seeing me rec a lot more of lauren in the future!!

↠ nsfw alphabet with klaus by @theeoriginals

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] sweet lord this was so steamy and just... 10/10 man. its really that good 🥵

↠ can we make new orleans our paris? by @iliveiloveiwrite

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] when i tell you my heart jumped when reading this!!💖 its just so sweet and fluffy i could die, also millie writes for a ton of other fandoms pls check out her stuff!!

↠ cockwarming with klaus by @nikmikaelsonswife

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] read this for the second time and it still made me all 🥵🥵 bc goddamn who doesn’t want a klaus in their bed?

↠ eternity isn’t long enough by @imkylotrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] absolutely beautiful, gorgeous writing style and such a warm happy ending, exactly what i needed💗

↠ remember me by @fieldsofmoonshine

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] one of very few fics that actually made me cry, this is so horribly sad but beautiful at the same time💔

↠ for the quiet days in the the quarter by @klausownsmyass

[kol mikaelson x reader, headcanon, fluff] absolutely hilarious platonic prankster kol content i will not say any more, just read this😂

↠ prophetess by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] this was so beautifully written!! i was sure it was going to be angsty as hell and it was, but fortunately there is a happy ending😌 lauren never misses, i’m telling you!!

↠ the club by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] gentleman elijah content, we truly love to see it😌 go check out annie’s masterlist (and also follow her bc she just hit a milestone!!)

↠ the notebook by @fieldsofmoonshine

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] absolutely adored this one, i don’t want to say anything so as to not spoil it so pls just trust me on this and read this one!!💘

↠ payback pt 2 by @mayans-sauce

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, smut] oh my god oh my god i remember this one broke my brain lmao it was almost too steamy and good😂😭

↠ you and i by TheSushiMonster

[bonnie bennett x enzo st john, series] found this gem on ao3, don’t think the author is on tumblr but it’s a series of bonenzo drabbles and they are all absolutely incredible and beautifully written. this was published in 2017 but dont let that stop you from leaving all the kudos and comments!!💓

↠ keeping secrets by @imaginearyparties

[davina claire x marcel gerard, drabble] ilana, all of your content is simply top-tier but i must say this might be my favorite that you’ve ever done💖 we are truly starved of davina x marcel content and you are our saviour😌

↠ elijah mikaelson imagine by @alwaysfangirlingish

[elijah mikaelson x reader, drabble, fluff] an adorable little thing about elijah proposing to his girlfriend, absolutely adorable pls go read!!💗

☁️ marvel cinematic universe

↠ the cracks in our reality by @divine-mistake

[loki x reader, ongoing series] i really had to restrain myself from just putting your entire masterlist on here, but let’s start with tcor. i cannot rave on about this series enough, it is so wonderfully written and loki’s characterization and inner voice in this is like one of the best i’ve ever read. if you are a loki stan and not reading this, you’re missing out big time!!!💞

↠ deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] the other fic on this list that actually made me cry😭 i was so, so moved by this story, it’s so painful and real and beautiful and UGH you are so talented how??

↠ the servant and the prince by @dizzydancingdreamer

[loki x reader, ongoing series] okay i am very behind on reading this but i adored chapter one so much!! as if i didn’t love soulmate aus enough, you went and added a cinderella theme to the story?? its outrageously good and i’ve only read chapter 1. pls everyone read dizzy’s story she is absolutely darling and so talented!!💖

↠ peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy

[bucky barnes x reader, series] i didn’t really care for the dad’s best friend au before this series came into my life 😭😂 (mostly) filthy goodness, and i absolutely love it

↠ i like you better, than anything else in the sky by @ritesofreverie

[sam wilson x reader, one shot, smut] my underrated king!!💖 i loved this, it was so sexy and sweet at the same time. he could really do whatever he wanted to me lmfao, thank you for providing us with delicious sam content😌

↠ groupie love by @burninmatches

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, smut] this is the first time i’ve ever read a rockstar!bucky au but god is it good!! so well written, so undeniably hot and i hate that i love how smug and douchey bucky is in this one😭😂

↠ oasis by @bubblebuckys

[bucky barnes x reader, drabble, smut] when i tell you this made me gasp... i’m not even joking, this was just pure filthy goodness and i am so here for it🥴

↠ knife talk by @tripleyeeet

[loki x reader, one shot, fluff] so cute and honestly so funny, i love that loki wasn’t mad at her either however i will not stand for the bucky slander lmao i refuse to believe he’s a bad kisser😂😭

↠ debt-free by @stormquill

[tony stark x reader, series] i’ve recently been on a bit of a tony streak and this,,, this really hits the spot🥴 only read the first chapter but i can’t wait to read the rest!!

↠ study date by @wand3ringr0s3

[peter parker x reader, one shot, fluff] i love my spidey so much and this is just such a cute fic!! like i was yearning for it to be real the whole time💘

☁️ chris evans + his characters

↠ you won’t play, you’re no fun by @gyllenhaalstories

[chris evans x reader, one shot, smut] professor!chris absolutely owns this 🐱 that man could order me around all day every day and you know i would obey him💀

↠ little doves don’t cry by @ritesofreverie

[steve rogers x reader x andy barber, one shot, smut] excuse me this was so fucking hot and for what. for what. who thought it would be a good idea to put a steve and andy 3some fantasy in my head😐

☁️ miscellaneous

↠ air conditioning universe by @darthamidalas

[javier peña x reader, series] honestly can’t believe i only found this series like 2 days ago but i’m so glad i did bc it’s some of the best writing for peña that i’ve ever read, no joke!!💗

↠ settle by @duskholland

[tom holland x reader, one shot, smut] i already love tom... add a mob au and i’m an absolute goner. this was genuinely so fucking hot and i can’t deal with it i can’t😩

lastly, thank you to everyone here for sharing your stories with us! the world is so much better with wonderful fanfiction authors like yourselves in it 💖 i am immensely grateful to all of you! xx tay

#elijahs-wife reading list #march reading list #pls reblog all these amazing stories!!#give them the recognition they deserve!!#also i hope all the links i didnt check every single one

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 3 years

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Wip tag game. Thanks @brown-eyed-babes for the tag! As awful as this may sound, it's good to be noticed! Also, I'm adding By Light of Fire to this list because I'm still tweaking and rewriting bits. (Because my mom demands to know what I'm writing so I have to make a G rated version of everything.) Anywho, here we go.

Rules: I will post all the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as I have WIPs to do the same. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

Supernatural:

Movies and Murder

(Jack Kline X hearing impaired!reader high school AU Part 6) Read the rest here!

Early Morning Conversations

(Jack Kline X Psychic!reader) Read parts 1 and 2 here!

The Puppy Predicament

(Jack Kline X reader)

The Originals:

By Light of Fire

(Kolvina??? Mostly Kol angst tbh 😐)

Supernatural + The Originals Crossovers:

Carol of the Lost

[One in a Million: Chapter 37]

(Jack Kline x OC) Read chapters 1 - 36 here!

Plausible Deniability

[Gambler's Odds: Chapter ? {Sequel to One in A Million}]

(Kol Mikaelson x adopted daughter OC)

100 Letters to Wonder

[Gambler's Odds: Chapter ?]

(Jack Kline x OC, Kol Mikaelson x adopted daughter OC, Davina Claire x adopted daughter OC)

Paintin' The Town

[Prequel to One in A Million]

(A series of shorts chronicling my OC, Martina Linville's, four years of life in New Orleans. Set in a post TO season 3 AU where everyone is happy!)

Ask me anything!

Now I'm gonna tag the few people I know: @queenkrazykat (sorry) @railingsofsorrow @rogue-cas-witch (your ideas are beautiful stop being so humble) @nephilim-problems and anybody who wants to join!

#jack kline x reader #kol mikaelson #supernatural #spn #the originals #fanfiction #supernatural fan fiction #spn fan fiction #the originals fan fiction #jack kline fan fiction #kol mikaelson fan fiction #kolvina #my name is Cas and I write stuff #wip #tag game #writing in progress

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schattenjagd · 4 years

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Lost without you (1/2)

A/N : I got this idea long ago when I first listened to Freya Ridings’ beautiful song “Lost without you”. I don’t know if one can really call this a Songfic, ‘cause I didn’t use any phrases directly, like I did in Hold on. This is gonna be a 2-parter. I’ve already written and finished the second part, so I’m gonna upload it in the next few days.

Word Count : 3.2K - I finally made it to write something that isn’t that long xD

Warnings : Angst (what else can you expect from me ? xD)

Pairing : Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

The day had been tough.

Mikael had risen from the dead, summoned by the young witch Davina Claire, who almost signed the Mikaelson's death sentence.

But for Elijah Mikaelson there were bigger problems at that moment. He paced the room uneasily.

Y/N could hear the nervous footsteps in the room above herself even with her human hearing and closed her eyes for a moment.

She knew that following the two Mikaelson brothers had been a mistake, but she hadn't expected to be used as a weapon against her loved one and kidnapped by Mikael. Only Niklaus’ quick action was due to her that she still had all her limbs.

With a sigh, she let down the blood-red towel with which she had washed the rest of her blood from her body. Elijah's blood had healed all the serious wounds, but she still looked like she had come out of a meat grinder and the spot in her stomach where Mikael had rammed the stake - which was actually meant for Elijah - still hurt a little with every movement.

She was just coming out of the bathroom when she winced at a rumble above her.

,,He is fine."

Hayley, who was sitting on her bed, was just trying to calm her down, Y/N knew that, yet she couldn't really believe her friend. She raised an eyebrow.

"You are a bad liar."

The brunette sighed and rubbed her hair as she watched Y/N disappear behind the screen and slip into something more comfortable.

"Well, the hell is loose up there right now."

Y/N frowned and swallowed. And all because of her.

"Okay, I think I prefer it if you lie," Y/N came out from behind the screen and freed her hair from the fabric. "What's going on up there?"

***

Elijah sat tense behind his desk, glaring at the papers in front of him, while Klaus stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. The blonde winced when his brother swept the pile of files from his desk out of nowhere and when it fell to the floor with a loud rumble.

"She’s fine," Klaus finally interrupted the uncomfortable silence. "There is no need to worry - at least when it comes to your loved one."

Elijah's head snapped up. “No need to worry, Niklaus ? Our father, he was here and he is alive. And he almost killed her."

"Then isn’t it great that I was there and intervened ?"

Elijah scowled at his brother and Klaus eyed him suspiciously. A dark veil had laid over Elijah's features, which the blonde didn't like.

“You won't always be there. And neither do I, neither of us. She is in danger."

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "I don't like what you're up to do, brother, so I would recommend you leave it alone."

Elijah looked up. "What, Niklaus ?"

"That woman down there risked her life for you and saved it."

“That's the problem. She was ready to give her life for us. I can not be responsible for this”, Elijah swallowed hard at the lump that had formed in his throat at the memory. “She almost died, Niklaus. Because of me."

The dark-haired man wistfully remembered how Y/N had suddenly stood in front of him and the white oak stake that had been meant for him had instead pierced her body. If she had died, he could never have forgiven himself.

Elijah got up, went restlessly to the window, and looked out into the gloomy night and the still busy streets. He swallowed hard and devotedly closed his eyes. He couldn't put Y/N in that danger again. He couldn't live with that.

"It will break you," went Klaus on and looked at his brother. He couldn't deny that Y/N was close to his heart. She had often been the one who had curbed Elijah's anger at him and was able to call to reason. It was she who had seen something different in Klaus than the monster everyone seemed to see. And it was she who had cast a spell over his brother. Elijah would be lost without her love, Klaus knew that. He would no longer be the same, no longer his brother, if he was up to do what was already floating through his head a few times.

"I let her in, Niklaus," Elijah said and Klaus narrowed his eyes and looked up. In the reflection of the window, he saw the nervous tremor of Elijah's hands and his desperate eyes. "I don't let people in. You know this. I need her and it will break me, but not as much as if she would die through my hand. "

***

When Elijah ran down the gallery to his bedroom an hour later, exhausted, Hayley met him, who quickly disappeared around the next corner. When he closed the door to his bedroom behind him, he knew why.

Y/N was still up, which surprised him. But he swallowed hard at the look on her face as he pulled the tie off his neck and hung it over the back of a chair together with his jacket.

Y/N had been sitting on the edge of the bed, now got up after hearing him approaching and had her hands on her hips.

For a moment, he could only look at her and his heart contracted painfully.

“I know what you're up to, Elijah. And I won't let that happen."

He sighed. "Hayley told you."

"It has its advantages to have a hybrid as a very good friend, yes," she replied a little irritably. “Taking my memories ? I mean, are you completely crazy ?!"

If Y/N hadn't lived in a house with original vampires, she would have looted all vervain stocks long ago, but they didn’t exist.

"You almost died," he replied instead. ,,Because of me."

"Yes, and I wouldn’t regret it," Y/N immediately replied. And I would do it over and over again without hesitation.”

Yes, that's exactly the problem, Elijah thought and closed his eyes for a moment. A moment in which Y/N carefully approached him, took his hands in hers and looked up at him. "Promise me you won't, we'll find another way, but not this one."

He swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze, which he couldn't keep up with. Devotedly, he closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. "I'll find a way to protect you."

"I can take care of myself," Y/N immediately replied, looking up at him.

Elijah put his arms around her. Her head fit perfectly under his chin and when she wrapped her arms around him, she closed her eyes. He nodded slightly, gave her a kiss on the top of the head. "I know," he said softly. ,,I know."

***

He laid awake that night. He had wrapped an arm around Y/N's petite figure, who had laid her head on his chest and snuggled up to him, as if she wanted to steal the last bit of his body heat and never let go of him.

For some time now he had been thoughtfully watching her calm and steady breathing and had had to smile slightly when she sighed softly in her sleep at the kiss he had breathed on her hairline.

He couldn't live without this woman, he knew that. But he had no choice if he wanted the woman in his arms to stay alive. He couldn't imagine a night without feeling her body heat next to him or her arms around him. A night she wouldn’t snuggl up to him as if she wanted to crawl into him. And no night where she wouldn't use his chest as her personal pillow - and woe, he would move.

He remembered the first time he'd met her when he'd just arrived in New Orleans looking for Niklaus. He was in a hurry, trying to intercept Marcel’s henchmen at Sophie Deveroux’s back then, and yet something had made him stop when he crossed the Jackson Square.

He still remembered the red, airy summer dress she had worn that evening and which had contrasted sharply with the white piano she had been sitting in front of. He didn't know if it was because of her tender voice, the dress, or her entire appearance.

Back then he had just been able to stand there and look at her. He had watched people stop by and listen to her over and over, and applaud when she ended. And then she had looked at him. Nobody else, straight him. And he was frozen when she just smiled. Nothing more, she just smiled.

And the next time she looked up, he was gone. Only a suddenly appearing $ 50 bill reminded her that she hadn't imagined it.

Back then it was pure coincidence, or rather pure luck, that they ran into each other again. As a bartender at Rousseau’s, it had been clear that the two would meet again sometime and that had happened when he had followed his brother into the bar one night.

Y/N had been shifting with Cami and he had been amazed that it was she who had suddenly put his bourbon in front of him.

Elijah closed her eyes and listened to Y/N's steady heartbeat. It was so peaceful, so powerful. He couldn't stand not hearing it one day.

He gently ran his hand over her bare back, letting his fingertips dance across her vertebrae as if they were piano keys. Even in her sleep, she seemed to feel his touch, for she murmured something unintelligible and pressed closer to him.

He gave her a kiss on the forehead, long and intimate, and closed his eyes. No, he had to protect this woman, no matter what. He would not allow her to die because of him, that her life would run like sand through his fingers. Y/N was not Tatia, neither Katherine nor Celeste. She would not end like they did. He wouldn't let that happen.

***

The sun had just risen when Y/N woke up the next morning, amazed to find the bedside next to her empty and cold. After only feeling yawning emptiness, she raised her eyebrows, blinked a few times, and sat up. Her forehead wrinkled even more when she heard clatter from the bathroom and saw her suitcase and Elijah's travel bag at the foot of their bed.

Elijah was just coming out of the bathroom, smiling at her, when he found that she was awake. He was already dressed, wearing black suit pants with a white shirt and black vest over it.

Y/N looked at him, questioningly.,,What is all of this ?"

"I made a deal with Niklaus," Elijah said, approaching Y/N and leaning briefly down to give her a kiss on the lips. “We both leave here. Until then, he and Hayley will clarify matters. We'll be back when it's safe. I can't protect you here."

Y/N couldn't really believe it, but a huge stone fell from her heart when she found out that he would go with her. Slowly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Good," she finally said. "Since you probably won't tell me where we're going anyway, how much time do we have left ?"

"Our train leaves at 10 am."

Y/N smiled at him, sincerely and honestly, and she leaned over and kissed him again. This time more intimately and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he put his around her waist and hugged her tightly.

Y/N had to smile at the tender feeling of his lips on hers and reluctantly broke the kiss. "I'm just changing quickly."

He also forced himself to smile and nodded slightly, gave her a last kiss on the lips and let go of her.

Y/N didn't see the single tear running down his cheek when she disappeared into the bathroom.

***

The train station was loud and crowded. Although Y/N had never feared large crowds, she was a little uncomfortable now. Even Elijah's arm, which he had wrapped around her waist and which pressed her tightly against him so that he would not lose her in the hustle and bustle, did not change the fact.

Since the drive, she has been suffering from a gnawing feeling that she couldn’t shake off. Her head told her that everything was fine, that there was no need to worry, but her mind wanted to make her believe otherwise.

"It's over there."

Y/N was taken out of her thoughts when Elijah pointed to a certain platform that she couldn’t see from where she was.

The crowds were slowly diminishing and the platform on which they now stood was only occupied by a few people who waved to their loved ones who were already on the waiting train.

“That one ?"

Y/N pointed to the train ahead. Elijah nodded slightly, but he stopped when she took a few steps to the train and wanted to get in.

No.

Y/N swallowed hard. The gnawing feeling grew stronger.

"Elijah?" She hesitantly asked when he attached his travel bag securely to the handle of her case so that one person could carry it safely. Her eyes narrowed as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a train ticket. He handed it to her.

Y/N looked at it for a moment, but swallowed hard. The ticket was for one person.

One person.

Ignoring her faster heartbeat and looking up, his hands were empty.

"Where's your ticket?" She asked, uncertainly.

She already knew the answer when he avoided her eyes. There was none. She was holding the only ticket."No ..." she stammered and her eyes widened.

"Otherwise I could not have brought you here at your will."

Y/N's lips minimally opened. He was right, if she had known what he was going to do, she would never have agreed to it. He couldn't do that, he couldn't. That wasn’t fair.

"You can't leave me alone, Elijah," she tried again and she could feel the tears that were slowly pouring into her eyes and threatened to find a way out. "I am lost without you."

"So am I."

"Then why this suicide mission ?" She immediately asked. Y/N abruptly took a few steps towards him and gripped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her.

“I can't protect you here. Not the way it is needed. "

“We find a way. Somehow,”she pleaded further, looking directly into his eyes, straight into his soul and now he too could feel the tears. ,,We always found a way. But please, please don't send me away. Do not do this."

She looked him in the eye and she knew that he also wished there was another way - that didn't exist. A first tear escaped from the corner of her eye and she pressed her lips together in a thin line before finally pulling him down and kissing him.

The tears ran down her cheeks in torrents, and sometimes she didn't know if it was his that she could feel. She put as much love in this kiss as she could. All the love she felt for this man in front of her and she tried to remember every single moment; the tender and tingly feeling of his lips on hers, the way he wrapped his powerful arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, and his breath on her skin.

When they loosened and gasped, Y/N kept her eyes closed and instead pressed her forehead against his. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, time would go on and events would take their terrible course. But now, at that moment, there was only Elijah and her and it should stay that way for as long as possible.

"All I did yesterday was to protect you," she said softly so that only he could hear it. "I couldn't go on living if you were dead. I'd rather die knowing that I saved you."

She carefully stroked the tears from his cheeks and then looked at him sincerely. “I love you, Elijah. And I will do that always and forever. That's why I did it."

"And that is why I have to do this now."

She held her breath. Her body reacted faster than her brain was able to process his words and just when her eyes widened and she wanted to open her mouth to say something, his gaze had already caught her. It was no longer possible for her to look away from his dilated pupils, from which tears still flowed. She could feel his hand on her cheek, and she couldn't at the same time. Part of her screamed, her soul screamed, but no one could hear it. It was silenced by the part of her that was just caught in his eyes. And there was no pain, no pain that she knew that was as big as this. It hit her at full speed and she felt like she couldn’t breath.

She motionless watched as he pressed his lips together in a thin line, presumably to avoid sobbing.

"Your promise to love me, I want you to forget it. Forget it all. My family, you, so desperately trying to protect me, forget it. All the pain, the anger, the grief ... The love. None of this has existed. The name Mikaelson is as common to you as anyone else. You won't know who I am, nor Niklaus. Vampires, werewolves, hybrids, none of this exists. I want you to forget everything you know about this world. You never met me ”, Elijah swallowed hard, he wanted to look away, he wanted it so much, but he couldn't. "You don't remember meeting me. And not that you love me either. You forget everything."

Y/N blinked in confusion several times as a short breeze right in front of her pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked around questioningly, but couldn't find anyone, just a couple of strangers rushing past, just trying to get home. Her cheeks were incredibly cool, and when she touched her skin with her fingertips, she noticed that they glistened damp. Did she cry ? Confused, she raised her eyebrows at the train ticket she was holding.

Chigaco was written on it in large block letters and she rolled her eyes. For a brief, tiny moment, she seemed to have forgotten why she was here at all. She could have slapped herself.

She moaned and reached for her suitcase and travel bag. Just before she got on the train, she turned again and took a last look at the platform. She would now leave New Orleans behind - finally. Her job here had been miserable and when she got the job offer from Chigaco, she didn't have to think long. She had no one here anyway, so what should stop her ?

With a smile of anticipation, she climbed the stairs and the train doors closed behind her.

She didn't notice the dark-haired man dressed in a suit watching her from a safe distance. A single tear flowed down his cheek before he turned and finally disappeared.

#Elijah Mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #the originals #to #angst #hayley marshall #Hayley marshall-kenner #oneshot #writing #tvd #Vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #songfic #klaus mikaelson

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Home - Part 4 (Mikaelson! Reader x Winchester)

Summary: What happens when the Winchesters and the reader return to the readers home, after being gone for a very long time, for a case? A case which happens to be very familiar to the reader. What happens when the brothers find out why?

Warnings: violence, language, magic, incorrect timeline

I pulled at the tight black dress I was wearing, which was borrowed from Rebekah, then knocked on the door. A minute later the door opened up and a familiar face stood there with a mock surprise look, “Y/N Mikaelson?”

“Lucien Castle, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I asked looking up and down his body.

“I could say the same thing about you my dear. Please, come in.” He moved out of the door.

“I hope you don’t mind I brought along some company. I’m sure you’ve about the kill on sight order my lovely brother placed on me.” I smiled, walking into the room with Sam and Dean following me. They were both dressed in their FBI suits.

“Which leads me to ask, how are you not dead?” Lucien asked, leading me to a couch. Sam and Dean standing behind me as I sat down.

“A little protection spell.” I told the truth. I had placed a protection spell on myself when I got to town.

“And now my second question. What do I owe this lovely visit?” He asked as a woman walked over and cut her wrist letting her blood drain into a glass.

“A little birdy told me there’s a serial killer in town.”

“And you came to check on your dear old friend to see if he’s safe and sound?” He asked, drinking from the glass.

“Yeah let’s go with that.” I smirked, “The victims have a very familiar mark on their face. I wanted to see if you knew anything about the murders.”

“Well, I did just get to town.” Lucien raised an eyebrow up at me.

“And funnily enough, when you got to town the murders started.”

“What are you getting at Y/N?” Anger flashed through Lucien’s eyes.

“I think you know exactly where I’m getting at.” My jaw clenched.

“I did not kill those people. I know their blood has also been drained but it is not my doing.” Lucien sat the glass beside him and appeared beside Sam, holding a knife to his throat. Dean immediately drew his gun on the smaller man but was pushed against the wall, knocking him out. “Now you have exactly two minutes to tell me why you’re really here before I cut this man’s throat.”

“I’ve heard things about the last white oak stake.” I sighed, “Figured you might know where it is.”

“And why do you want that?” He kept the knife pressed against Sam’s throat.

“Why do you think? I was treated like shit. I want to kill my brother.”

“If you kill Klaus you kill everyone he’s sired. Me...Marcel.”

“Yeah probably but I’ve heard rumors of a certain little regent that’s been trying her hardest to break the sire lines.” It wasn’t a lie at all. I had heard of these rumors.

“Well, unfortunately I do not know where it is.” He sighed, dropping the knife, “But whenever I find out who does have it I’ll let you know.” He winked.

“Moose, pick up Squirrel. Let’s get out of here.” I opened the door. Sam picked up Dean and threw him over his shoulder. We walked back out to the car and I could feel Lucien watching us. Sam dropped Dean in the back seat and I got in shotgun. Sam drove away and I sighed waiting a little while before talking.

“Drive like you’re heading out of town. He’ll be watching us.” I sighed and called Elijah.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Lucien said he didn’t know who was killing those people.” I informed my older brother.

“Do you think he’s lying?”

“When is Lucien not lying?” I answered with my own question.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Elijah asked, letting out a sigh.

“Where is Davina Claire living? I’m gonna pay her a little visit”

“Y/N, I would rather you not visit her. She has caused our family a lot of trouble.” Elijah’s voice came out harsh.

“Since when did we jump on the ‘family’ train?” I grumbled, “I’m going to assume she’s at the cemetery then.” I hung up the phone and directed Dean to the famous Lafayette cemetery.

“Why are we going to a cemetery?” Sam asked as we pulled up.

“Most of the witches in New Orleans practice ancestral magic. The ancestors need to be buried in consecrated ground for their powers to transfer to those still living.” I informed them, leading them through the maze of tombs.

“How did we never know about the different kinds of vampires and witches?” Sam asked.

“Couple of different reasons. The vampires sired by my brothers and sister practice compulsion like I’ve said, so they can make their victims and anyone else forget. They also make sure when there is a death by vampire, the vampire who did the killing is punished or killed.” I explained.

“What about werewolves?” Dean asked.

“That is a long and confusing story that I will tell you much later.” I said walking up to a crypt. The young girl from before was standing before me chanting over a bowl with candles lit around her.

“Your family has caused me enough grief Y/N. If you are here on their behalf I would suggest you turn around and leave.” She slammed her hands on the table in frustration.

“The only family I have is standing beside me.” I raised an eyebrow at the young girl. “I can see your spell isn’t going as you’d hope.”

“Yeah well breaking a sire line isn’t exactly an easy task.”

“No it’s not. But I’m willing to help.”

#supernatural #the originals #dean winchester #sam winchester #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #spn #spn fanfic

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smolla-than-a-bug · 5 years

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A Whole New World

A/N: i am still obsessed with the aladdin soundtrack dfhfjkdhjk the timeline is messed up and i changed some stuff but just bear with me for the purpose of this fic :) thanks u guys i love u all

navi

pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader

inspired by the song: A Whole New World - ZAYN, Zhavia Ward

warning/s: mentions of character death, a bit of angst is u squint

**bolded italics are song lyrics

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Being hidden in a coffin for a thousand years ensured that one would miss out on a lot of things over the course of those years. Naturally, Kol Mikaelson was not as updated on the world as he would have liked.

After having the dagger removed from his chest and with the Elena-revolving drama over, the Mikaelson family reclaimed New Orleans, Hope was born, and Kol found a witch he had undoubtedly fallen in love with.

Davina Claire was, who Kol believed to be, the only person he could ever have the capability of loving. She was what he could only describe to be his whole world. Unfortunately, Kol was tragically cursed to kill Davina, leaving him devastated.

Kol could not bear Davina’s death, and when he was at his lowest point, with sickeningly pale skin and dark circles beneath his bloodshot eyes, he had literally - drunkenly - stumbled into Y/N.

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did

You last let your heart decide?

From that moment forth, Kol found himself to be quite fond of this new human. He claimed Y/N to be his best friend, and soon, they learned all there was to know about each other, with no details spared.

Thanks to Y/N, Kol was beginning to recover from Davina’s death - slowly, but at least he was feeling better.

That being said, when Kol grew the sudden urge to travel and the interest to see the world, the first person he told was Y/N. Not wanting to travel alone, he wanted to bring her along with him, and she promised him that she would show him the wonders that the world had to offer.

I can open your eyes

Take you wonder by wonder

Over, sideways, and under

On a magic carpet ride

"Are you sure you don’t want me to just compel ourselves into first class?”

“No, we are doing this as humanly as possible.”

“That’s easy for you to do seeing as you, darling, are human. I, however, am not.”

“Hey, you’re the one who (1) let me plan our trip and (2) said he wanted - and I quote - ‘the full experience.’“

Kol groaned, and then reluctantly, “Fine.”

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us no

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

Kol and Y/N spent a little over a year seeing the world. They saw The Great Wall in China, the Taj Mahal in India, the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy, and the Rice Terraces in the Philippines. They explored the city of Petra, navigated their way around the streets of Rio de Janeiro, and went on a hike at The Grand Canyon. And these could barely begin to cover how much of the world they had seen.

The amount of gratitude Kol felt for Y/N throughout the trip could not be measured.

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here

It's crystal clear

That now I'm in a whole new world with you

The two of them were currently on a plane back to New Orleans, and Y/N was softly snoring beside Kol.

He was finally granted his wish of compelling into first class after practically begging Y/N on his knees, but she was not complaining. First class was definitely more appealing and more comfortable than economy.

Glancing at his best friend’s snoozing form, a small smile appeared on Kol’s lips. He picked up Y/N’s camera.

Reclining his seat into a bed, Kol shifted to lay on his side and began looking through the photos on the camera, most of which were sceneries captured by Y/N. Then, he came across a few candid pictures of Y/N he had taken himself as well as a few photos of him that had been taken by Y/N before stopping to admire his favorite photo.

The photo was of the two of them together that Y/N had asked a stranger to take despite Kol’s protests and suggestions to compel the stranger instead, to which he received a smack on the arm.

They were in front of the Eiffel Tower one evening as the lights turned on, and Kol had startled Y/N by lifting her onto his back without warning. This prompted a yelp from Y/N and then a laughing fit between the two of them.

The stranger had snapped the photo at the moment Kol chose to glance up at Y/N to check if she was alright to which she responded by meeting his eyes and nodding, the pair of them still giggling.

It was studying this picture that lead Kol to ponder on how much Y/N’s mere existence had impacted his life.

Unbelievable sights

Indescribable feeling

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky

Kol began to see Y/N in a new light as he realized how much stronger his feelings for her were.

He could help but notice the little quirks Y/N had, like the crinkles that formed by her eyes whenever she smiled and how she would throw her head back when she laughed at something he said.

Kol realized that he never would have gotten to the point that he was at without her.

A whole new world

A hundred thousand things to see

I'm like a shooting star

I've come so far

I can't go back to where I used to be

Y/N knew that she loved Kol a little while ago, but she kept her feelings at bay because she knew that she could never compare to Davina. Keeping that in mind, she settled for being his best friend, and she was content with that. However, that did not mean she wasn’t hurting.

When Davina showed up out of nowhere with the goal of claiming her man back and moving to San Francisco, Y/N opted to not get involved. So, she distanced herself from Kol with the idea on what his decision would be since, really, it was an easy pick in her eyes.

Kol was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling and got lost in his thoughts.

He had been surprised when Davina made a show and walked back into his life just as he admitted to himself that he loved his best friend more than just his best friend. Now, he was conflicted as old feelings felt as though they had resurfaced.

He spent a lot of time with Davina, and he could feel Y/N slipping away.

He should have been happy that Davina was back, or at least that is what he told himself. Although, he could not find it in himself to actually be happy about her being back in his life.

He tried to reignite the spark he once had with Davina, but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t.

“You love her don’t you?”

Kol lifted his head to find Davina leaning against the doorframe, a slight frown gracing her features. Before Kol could respond, she spoke again.

“I’m not mad; I get it. What we had - it was beautiful, but it’s in the past. You’ve moved on, and I guess I have no right to stand in between you two,” she offered him a smile. “My plane leaves in a few hours, so.. I dropped by to say good bye.”

Davina walked over to Kol as he stood up from his bed, and she hugged him.

She turned around to leave, but she paused to say, “You should tell her.” And with that, she was gone.

A whole new world

With new horizons to pursue

I'll chase them anywhere

There’s time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

Y/N was seated at her usual booth in her favorite coffee shop, earbuds in and her nose buried in a book.

Lost within the pages of her novel, she unintentionally snapped out of her trance, irritated, when her earbuds were harshly tugged away from her.

Y/N identified the culprit of the crime to be none other than her best friend - Kol.

She feigned anger towards him and glared as seriously as she could, but the smile on her lips betrayed her. “Couldn’t have given me a warning could you?” and she snatched her earbuds back from his hands.

“You wouldn’t have heard me, darling,” a knowing smirk formed on Kol’s face.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “What do you wan—“

“I love you.”

A pause.

“What?” Y/N’s entire demeanor had softened.

“I love you.”

Another pause.

Then a bright smile made its way on her face.

“I love you too.”

A whole new world

That's where we'll be

A thrilling chase

For you and me

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The Originals Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson

Don't Wake Klaus

Dating Klaus Mikaelson Headcannons

Yandere Klaus Mikaelson Headcannons

Beautiful

Kol Mikaelson

Big Brother Comfort

Show Those Titties

Sub Kol Mikaelson Headcannons

Caregiver Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson Headcannons

Cuffed

Elijah Mikaelson

Family Therapist

Dating Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

All Within Time

Our Sweet Baby

Teen Thoughts

A Long Nine Months

Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

Rebekah Mikaelson

Annoying Brothers

Mikael

They're Back

Hayley Marshall

New Favorite

Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

If I Were Your Mother

Davina Claire

Caregiver Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson Headcannons

Tatia Petrova

Three Words

Esther

Flower Crown

Mikaelsons

Loathing

Poly Mikaelsons

Their Baby

Sad little female reader x poly mikaelsons headcannons

Incorrect quotes

Elijah's Nerves

Apparently we're parents now

Ohana

It wasn't us

Distraction

Protective mama

You Did What?!

You bit him?

Chapstick

Babysitting

Mini rants

Elijah and Kol - W&C

#fanfic #writing #cute #imagines #fluff #the originals #comfort #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #elijah mikaelson

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petertingle-yipyip · 5 years

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Temptations - Kol Mikaelson

//Requested: Imagine w/Kol’s crazy ex shows up in NOLA while he and Davina are still together?she doesn’t want him to be happy with anyone but her and goes to great length to break up him and Davina and while trying to protect Davina and deny his still existing feelings for his ex Kol reveals that he is the same psychotic maniac that he always was.Davina overhears him and reader fighting and Kol saying that he never stopped loving her just as she never stopped loving him.Some [steamy] vampire sex in the end please.//

//Pairings: Kol x Davina, Kol x Reader. Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, suggestive. Tag List: @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss//

You had one soft spot. Eternity grew tedious without someone to share it with. You knew you could get him back, knew there was something special between you two. Nothing could get him out of your mind. Maybe it crazy. Maybe it was obsessive. But you loved him, with every fiber of your being. You had to get him back, by any means necessary.

After a brief stint in Florida, you decided to head back to New Orleans. It was you had last heard from the Mikaelsons and where you knew Kol would be with his latest girl, Davina Claire. You didn’t want to hurt Davina but you weren’t above hurting her. You knew you were capable of it, knowing you had done worse when you first flipped your switch.

While you wanted the best for him, you knew he wouldn’t really be truly himself with Davina. He wouldn’t be able to be truly happy with Davina. You were the only one who understood him, understood the fire that burned inside of him. You knew the best parts and the worst parts of him. You were the only one who could tame the monster inside him. No one else would make him as happy as you did, right?

You got your information from Marcel. He was hesitant to tell you anything, knowing just how wildly unpredictable and violent you could be. He told you that Davina was practically family and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her. After promising a dozen times over that Davina wouldn’t die, that if anything she’d obtain surface wounds, he told you where you could most likely find her.

Promising Davina’s safety, it didn’t really bother you that much. After all, she wasn’t the reason you made the trip home. Despite it all, Marcel was a good friend to you. He always had been. Promising Davina’s survival was a courtesy to a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Hello, my dear. You must be Davina.” You said when you first met her leaving Rousseau’s.

“How do you know my name?” She asked carefully, turning towards the Mikaelson compound. “Who are you?”

“Oh, silly me.” You shook your head. “I’m one of Kol’s old friends. I heard he was in a new relationship. Heard his old one ended rather abruptly.”

“From what he told me, she was kind of psychotic.” Davina countered.

“Well, aren’t all vampires a little crazy?” You questioned.

“Kol isn’t like that.” She defended. “Not anymore at least.”

“Interesting.” You nodded, seeing Kol standing down the street. “Say, I have to go. Tell Kol Y/N is back in town and looking forward to seeing him soon.”

You disappeared into the crowd on the street, careful to not let Kol see you. You knew talking to Davina and asking her to deliver your message to Kol would get his attention. He probably wouldn’t let her go anywhere without him, but he wouldn’t tell her why. He wouldn’t tell her that he’s worried for her safety.

A few days later, you made your way through the Quarter. It was a nice day, plenty of people wandering around. You were walking through the shops when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you down a nearby alley.

“Well well, didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon.” You smiled at him.

“What are you doing here?” He replied tightly.

“Is that any way to greet the woman you love, Kol?” You teased.

“Y/N, we broke up years ago.”

“If something is meant to be, it comes back.”

“I know you talked to Davina…”

“Cute little thing, Davina is.” You nodded, walking slow circles around him. “Does she make you happy, my Love? Does she make you feel the same things I can?”

No response. HIs jaw was tightly clenched, his arms crossed sternly over his chest.

“I remember the temptations and the sensations when we were together. Temptation, trynna tell me I should. Sensation, got me thinking I would.” You added, leaning up to speak softly in his ear.

“Don’t judge me cause you said you loved me.” You chuckled, slowly running your fingers over his shoulders as you moved to stand in front of him.

“Leave us alone.” He finally said, his voice low. “I don’t want to see you again, Y/N. Stay away from me and stay away from Davina.”

Another week would pass until you would see Kol again. You had tried to run into Davina again, but she practically vanished. You sent boys to flirt with her, maybe even get her to cheat. You sent girls to Kol for the same reason. Neither attempts were successful. You paid a witch to give Davina nightmares, claiming her ancestors were ashamed of her for dating a vampire. That lasted three nights before she rid herself of them.

You entered the compound with the intent of talking to Klaus about his brother. Part of you hoped Davina was part of some rivalry against Klaus and maybe Klaus needed another hand. Instead, you ran into Kol in the front room.

“I thought I told you-” He tried to fight with you.

“I didn’t come for you, hot stuff.” You rolled your eyes. “But since you’re here…”

“What do you want?” He sighed in annoyance.

“You.”

“Y/N, I’ve moved on. I’m happy. Why can’t you?”

You paused for a moment, wondering if maybe he really was happy.

“Is it true?” You settled on. “Is it true that you’ve changed?”

“Of course I’ve changed.”

“I meant-” You enunciated. “-have you changed? Have you learned to control yourself?”

He stopped, looking at you with eyes that widened. He let out a sigh and sat on the steps near the back of the room. “I never did learn how to keep it check… Never really cared to…” He said slowly.

You crossed the room to stand in front of him again. “She told me you’re not like the rest of us. Not crazy like I am.” You chuckled and he gave you a small smile.

“Around her, I guess I just don’t need to be.” He shrugged.

“I never hurt her, you know.” You added. “I came here for you. She doesn’t matter to me.”

“She matters to me.”

“So did I.”

“What do you want me to say?” He stood suddenly. “Hmm? Want me to say that I’d drop everything here for you?”

“You used to be willing to drop anything for me not that long ago!”

“That was years ago!”

“Tell me you don’t love me then.” You challenged. “Tell me that you can look at me, right now, and you feel absolutely nothing.”

He brought his gaze to your face, eye flicking to register your features. His eyes traced the angle of your jaw, the curve of your lips, before finally meeting your eyes. He swallowed hard, and it felt like your heart was going to fall out of your chest. It was like you could hear your heartbeat.

“I feel like a sinner, a little closer to Hell.” He managed in a choked voice. “Cause it burns when I’m with you.”

“Just say the word and I’m yours, baby.” You whispered and stepped closer to him. Your hand landed on his arm carefully.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N.” He replied in the same quiet tone. “Every night I dream of you. Every day I hear your voice, I see your face in the crowd. When you came back, Y/N, I came alive again. I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”

“Tell me what you want.” You said lowly in his ear, your fingers dancing up his arm and over his shoulder, travelling until you found the back of his neck. “Give in to the temptation, baby.”

“I love you.” He breathed. That was all you needed to hear.

Within a moment, you had jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands immediately found their place under your thighs, gripping tight enough to bruise. You locked your ankles together, squeezing your legs a little tighter around him and drawing a groan from him. Both of your hands tangled into his hair as his lips met yours forcefully as he rolled his hips against you, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.

Your lips moved in sync, dancing together as if no time had passed between you two. It was as if you had never been apart, never been with anyone else but him. No one knew your body like he did, no one knew what you wanted. Only Kol could ignite your body with a single touch.

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You took his between your teeth lightly, slipping your tongue into his mouth instead. Your kisses soon became messier, a harsh clash of tongues and teeth and lips.

Your back met the wall within a few seconds, knocking a gasp out of you. Kol’s mouth travelled down, across your jaw and down to your throat. He nipped and sucked lightly, tracing his tongue over the gentle mark he left. He knew it would heal before you two were done, but that didn’t stop him. Especially when the sounds spilling from your lips were so encouraging.

His hands slid up your legs and up your stomach, pushing your shirt up and over your head. After he discarded yours, you worked on the buttons on his shirt, purposefully letting your knuckles graze his lean figure. His mouth had found a new place on your chest when he groaned against your skin, quickly ripping his own shirt off his arms.

“Someone’s excited, isn’t he?” You panted, nails digging into Kol’s shoulders.

“I love you, Y/N.” Was all he could say, his breath fanning against your chest.

“Show me.” You said between breaths, carefully placing your feet on the floor. You pushed him back by his chest and he whimpered at the loss of contact. You smirked flirtatiously before placing a kiss at the base of his throat. “Show me just how much you love me.”

“You’re gonna regret that.” He smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to his room.

He locked the door behind him before tossing you onto the bed. A giggle left your lips when you landed on your back. Quickly, Kol undid his belt and kicked off his jeans. He crawled over you, bringing your wrists above your head and locking them to the headboard with his belt.

“No fun.” You pouted, your breath settling. “You never complained before.” He said with a chuckle. “Well, that was when I could touch you whenever I wanted.” “You’ll get your turn, Darling.” He mumbled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Oh, bite me.” You complained, gasping as he left soft kisses down your throat. “As you wish.” He smiled, his teeth sunk into your shoulder gently and you felt a thin stream of blood slide down your arm. “Shit, I hate you.” You gasped, your back arching against him. He chuckled slightly as he slid down your body, kissing and gently nipping at the skin. He left a trail of bruises and marks that were already healing as he traveled to unbutton and remove your jeans. “You are so beautiful when you beg for me.” He said quietly, causing you to shiver. “I’m not begging yet, Baby.” You replied. “You will.” He winked. The night was long, full of passion and panting. Old feelings were revived, new feelings were explored. It was as if you and Kol were never apart, yet it was as if you two were meeting for the first time. Over and over you two brought each other to edge, pushing the other to ecstasy in any way you could. The next morning was when reality set in. Kol had a decision to make. You or Davina. The one thing neither of you knew was that Davina heard his confessions. She heard Kol admit he still loved you, that he never stopped loving you. She saw him kiss you, saw the way he looked at you. Davina knew what was going to happen next between her and Kol. But Kol, as he laid with your head on his chest as sleep found finally found you, didn't know what to do. He felt his heart was being pulled in two separate directions, two separate ends of the spectrum. And he had to choose between the girl he couldn't forget, the girl who made him feel alive, the girl who has owned his heart for over 500 years or the girl who was as sweet as could be, the girl who was so forgiving, the girl who made him think he could live without Y/N.

#kol mikaelson #kol imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #kol x reader #kol x you #kol x y/n #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x y/n #tvd #tvd imagine #kol fic #kol fanfic

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nmikaelsonimagines · 5 years

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Anything Is Possible: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: hi, can you write klaus mikaelson imagine where y/n and used to date, he really loved her, but one day when mikael came, he killed reader. After centuries in New Orleans, klaus sees a girl in the crowd and he feels like he knows her.(like y/n stayed alive but in different body) and ofc then he realised its her and asks Davina for help or something like that. i hope i wasnt too much and btw you're the best klaus mikaelson blog i ever read, thanks☺

Just to let you guys know, anything in italics here is a flashback. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

At first, Klaus had just seen a glimpse of her. It wasn’t much to go on, but the way the girl held herself, the way she walked with such confidence in her step was enough to capture his gaze. There was something familiar about the way she left Rousseau’s, the way she let the door swing shut behind her before disappearing off into the chaos of New Orleans.

Y/N’s lips lingered on his cheek as she left him to deal with the business at hand. He watched her as she walked away from him, his eyes fixated on her back, on her hips as they swung with confidence, the sort that only came from being with Klaus Mikaelson. He smiled to himself as she wandered out the door, turning back around to face him, her hair blowing slightly in the breeze, a smile on her lips that he would keep with him for the rest of the day, until he would be next to her again, his arm wrapped around her waist as they escaped to a peaceful land of slumber.

The next time he saw her, he heard her speak. Her voice certainly wasn’t one that he recognised, but the phrases that escaped her lips, the way she articulated were enough to draw his attention. There was something familiar about the way she ordered a drink, the way her tone screamed that she was where she belonged.

Y/N had told him that she was buying this time, claiming that his whole gentlemanly attitude was sexist. Klaus laughed at that, telling her that he was simply moving with the times, and that included buying the love of his life a drink. The defiance in her tone as she protested only made him want to kiss her, reminding him that she truly had him wrapped around her little finger as he let her hand over her own money to the bartender. Around Y/N, Klaus found he didn’t care about upholding his reputation. As long as he was with her, nothing else really mattered.

As she took her seat, Klaus realised that he was dying for her to look at him. Coughing loudly, he managed to draw her attention, waving at her as she looked at him. But the smile soon dropped from his face as her eyes widened at the sight of him. There was an unmistakable familiarity in those eyes, a light in them that he had missed for such a long time, a light he had seen fade out nearly a century ago, a scene that still haunted his dreams.

They had been having a pleasant night at the theatre, Y/N’s hands folded in her lap as Klaus stretched his arm across her shoulders. She had looked up at him then, a toothy grin on her face, her eyes lighting up as he tilted his head to kiss her. It was a perfect evening with the perfect girl, and for the first time in a thousand years, Niklaus Mikaelson didn’t think life could get any better. That was until his father arrived.

Jumping up from his seat, Klaus was quick to leave Rousseau’s, not quite believing what he had just seen, who he had just seen. The girl from the bar couldn’t be Y/N. It wasn’t possible; it just wasn’t.

“You should know better than anyone that anything is possible, Klaus Mikaelson,” turning to face the girl that had followed him, Klaus’ legs almost gave out. There was a smile on her face that wasn’t hers, but yet it was, that light in her eyes that didn’t belong to her, but yet it did. Here was a girl that wasn’t the love of his life, but yet she was, and he didn’t quite know what to do.

“You’re not her. She’s dead. If this is some cruel trick, I’ll destroy you. You’re not Y/N. I watched her die.”

“It’s me, Nik. It’s really me.”

The image of her lifeless form remained emblazoned in his memory, her cry for help echoing in his ears as he continued on his rampage. It wasn’t the first time Klaus had gone on a killing spree out of rage, but it was the first time he had done so out of grief, out of heartbreak, out of sadness. It was the first time he had ever felt empty doing so, with a hunger that he could never quite satisfy, that he would never satisfy ever again. Y/N was dead, and Klaus Mikaelson was convinced that he would never find happiness again in his immortal life.

Not unless by some miracle she came back to him.

Davina was reluctant to help them, to help him. After all, who could really blame her? It was Y/N that persuaded her in the end, the way she looked at Klaus with love in her eyes, her fingers linked with his as she pleaded with the young witch to put her back in her body. To finally let her be herself, to give the soul that remained in her current body her life back. Davina Claire had struggled to believe that anyone who was in love with Klaus Mikaelson could be capable of doing good, but she was willing to give Y/N the benefit of the doubt.

Klaus smiled his first genuine smile in a very long time as he was reminded of all the reasons he loved Y/N, as he remembered all the moments they had spent together, as he remembered all the promises he had made her. When she was back in her own body, he would make sure to fulfill those promises, to take her to all the places she had wanted to go with him, to love her unconditionally and eternally.

Always and forever.

Masterlist

#the vampire diaries #TVD #tvd imagine #tvd imagines #the originals #to #the originals imagines #the originals imagine #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagines #niklaus mikaelson imagines #klaus mikaelson imagine #niklaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson x reader #Joseph Morgan

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bonniebird · 3 years

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Davina x Reader

Requested by @cornellyhstreet

You hadn’t been to New Orleans for 300 years. Two years after the Mikaelson’s started their influence over the growing town. It was a city now with dazzling lights and high spirits.

With Kol gone on and off, no one to take the brunt of Klaus’ rather from you, you’d hurried away. He was your closest and oldest friend. You had missed him. At the first word that he had been resurrected and by a New Orleans witch you’d hurried back.

You knew the city would have changed but it had changed so much that you found yourself delighted at the little things that you remembered from all those years ago.

“The lights are pretty aren’t they?” A voice said beside you.

Turning you saw a young woman smiling at you. “Yes, they’re lovely.”

“You should see the Quarter when there's a festival… I haven’t seen you around here before.” You could tell by the tone that she had used, she knew you weren’t human. Though she didn’t say anything. Out of wisdom or acceptance you weren’t sure.

“I’m just moving back. I’ve been away for quite a while. I’m (Y/N).”

“Davina. Welcome back.” She said cheerfully and shook your hand. You smiled as she waved and hurried away.

“I see you’ve met Davina Claire.” Kol said, coming up behind you. He’d made you jump, your focus completely on Davina.

“Kol!” You said happily and hugged him tightly. He laughed and hugged you back. “I heard someone brought you back and I had to come and find you! I couldn’t just abandon you but I couldn't stay.”

“I know. You came back as soon as you could.” He said with a smile.

“All of your sired… they went and…” He pulled away, still hugging you.

“We’re both here though! Isn’t that great!” He said cheerfully. You smiled, laughing as you pulled away and he led the way to the French Quarter.

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“So.” Kol said. He had been showing you around for a few weeks and seemed to know that you wanted to see Davina again.

“You know Davina is the one that brought me back.” He said suddenly. You narrowed your eyes at him and he flashed you a smirk.

“Really. She’s very…”

“Enchanting.” He answered for you. He had turned into the graveyard and led the way to an open crypt. Davina was inside.

“You two are not as quiet as you could be, for vampires.” She said, no tone of fear or hesitation in her demeanour. “I’ve almost finished the spell you needed for Klaus.”

“For Klaus. As in he wanted it done and you’re picking it up for him or… you’re going after Klaus again?” You asked as Davina got up and headed over to the stone table in the centre of the room.

“It’s you know… well.”

“To take Klaus down. We’re taking him down.” Davina said firmly as she started laying out the spell on the table.

“I like her a lot.” You muttered to Kol who hummed in agreement.

“As do I!” He said cheerfully, moving across the room in a second to stand next to her, sliding his arm around her waist. You smiled and looked at them both. You had spent so long on the run with Kol, fighting for him. Mourning him. To see him happy, with someone as captivating as the young witch, made you happy enough that tears pricked your eyes.

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson #davina claire #davina claire x reader #bonniebird #the originals

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urwarriorangel · 6 years

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<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

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