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amournoir · 1 year

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𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — 𝟑

Pairing(s): Elijah x Reader plus the other Mikaelsons

Count: 11.3k (oops)

Warning(s): slight smut.

A/N: hello!! this is my birthday present to you (so so sorry it took this long). here is part 3 and it’s the final one, parts 1 & 2 will be linked below, please go read them if you haven’t yet. thanks a lot for all the previous feedback, please don’t forget to comment and reblog :)

Part(s): one ┆ two ┆three (currently reading)

It had been a little over a year since Y/N had ended her engagement to Elijah and left the Mikaelsons. She hadn’t left them all though, once Kol had heard about it, he quickly reached out to check on her. It was only meant to be a one time thing but it turned into weekly phone calls.

He and Davina, a girl Y/N had mentored when Marcel introduced them, were living somewhere in the countryside of France. Kol had always been the black sheep of his family so they didn’t bat an eye when he decided to leave.

From time to time, Davina would check in on Y/N as well but used her need for magic practice as an excuse. Y/N didn’t mind it, she enjoyed teaching the girl. She was like the little sister she never had. The three of them ended up being a sort of family.

Y/N decided to stay in France, not too far away from where Kol and Davina lived. She got a job at an elementary school, as a first and second grade teacher. When she wasn’t teaching Davina spells and how to control her power, she was either at the school teaching or at her home drinking her wine whilst looking over the paperwork. She thought she would’ve gotten tired or bored of it but no, a year into this and she loved it still.

Kol had proposed to Davina but before he told his family, Y/N was the first to know. He had actually asked her to help him pick out a ring and plan the perfect proposal. He had her swear never to tell Rebekah. Lord only knows the hell she would unleash on Kol if she found out he didn’t seek her help.

Weeks later, he was packing to go home for the holidays and introduce his new wife to be. Y/N wished him luck and though she didn’t verbally say it, he knew she’d want him to check on him for her.

The day came for them to leave so she escorted them to the airport, made sure they were checked in, and left. Davina told her she’d text once they landed.

No other Mikaelson had kept in contact with Y/N after the engagement. They each were afraid of how Elijah would react.

The day Y/N left, he suffered a heart attack and was in a comatose-like state for days. Something that had never happened to him in thousands of years. The man never got boo-boos so how he had a heart attack was beyond anyone.

Either way, they all vowed not to speak her name or talk to her. Well everyone except Kol.

This was painful for Niklaus. Even though Y/N was in love with his older brother, he still held a candle for her…he always would.

That day was gut wrenching, heart wrenching, all sorts of wrenching for him. It actually disgusted him how human he felt but once he remembered it was she that made him feel that way, he welcomed it each and every time.

Kol and Davina had landed back in New Orleans. Just as promised, she texted Y/N to let her know of their arrival. Kol decided he’d rather just surprise his family instead of giving a heads up.

Y/N smiled as she read Davina’s message. She wished her a safe stay and she would see them in a few weeks when they returned. Y/N then went back to grading her students’ work.

She really did enjoy being a teacher. Her degree sat somewhere in a drawer collecting dust because she had no use for it. She had gone for her bachelor’s and master’s in medicine, minoring in psychology but that didn’t interest her anymore.

Working with 6-8 year olds was her life. Their imagination never ceased to amaze her. There was a certain light that children have, something adults lack entirely.

Maybe that was what drew her or maybe she just enjoyed being bossy as Niklaus would often call her.

Her phone beeped to alert her to a message. Checking her phone, her lips curled upwards into a small smile. It was André.

A charming French man of Italian descent. He was the new substitute in the elementary, teaching history. She taught health sciences such as anatomy and physiology and basic biology.

The schools outside of the States had a different curriculum. Children learned the important things first, everything else was an elective.

Y/N would explain things in a way their young minds could understand. As a visual learner herself, this was the easiest thing for her. Most of her lessons included watching videos of cartoons such as the heart explaining its importance in the human body.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t drawn to it like the children. She had often thought of using her powers to make her classes more interesting but decided not to. She enjoyed the simplicity of her life, it was perfectly mediocre.

André’s classroom was across from hers. He would often hear her students from his room. Y/N made her classroom very interactive and hands on, a running joke she and André had.

He had just messaged her to ask about the party that was being held that weekend. It was meant to thank the teachers, old and new, for their work.

Bonsoir Y/N. J'espère que je ne vous dérange pas? (Good evening Y/N. Am I disturbing you?)

Bonsoir. Non, vous ne l'êtes pas. (Good evening. No, you are not.)

Ah, good. I wanted to ask what we are meant to bring to the…comment cela s'appelle-t-il? (What do you call it?)

La fête? (The party?)

Oui. (Yes.)

Anything you would like.

Oh alright. What are you bringing?

Nothing, I’m not going.

Oh? Pourquoi pas? (Why not?)

Je n'en ai pas envie. (I don’t feel like it.)

Moi non plus. (Neither do I.)

Tu devrais, ce serait amusant. (You should, it would be fun.)

Pas sans toi. (Not without you.)

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to him. She wasn’t naïve, she had noticed his subtle flirting. She just wasn’t sure if this is what she wanted.

The whole point of her leaving wasn’t just to be away from him, it was also for her to have a life of her own. One where she didn’t need to put herself or even her feelings on the line for anyone.

André, as charming and a gentleman as he was, wasn’t what she wanted.

Shit. She had been taking too long to respond to him. He knew she was spooked now, there was no retreating.

You can ask Melissa what to bring, she’s in charge of the party. If anything is needed, she would know.

No reply. 2 minutes passed, still nothing. 7 minutes. 15. Maybe he slept?

Typing…

Good god, is he writing a letter? Y/N thought to herself.

Merci. Passez une bonne nuit Y/N. (Thank you. Have a good night Y/N.)

Shit. He’s upset.

Y/N decided to call it a night. She had gotten through the workload of three out of four of her classes. She would finish the last class tomorrow or maybe procrastinate until the day of the party so she can use it as an excuse not to go. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do, Y/N thought to herself.

It was a Thursday evening but the elementary school had canceled Friday classes. The party was on Saturday afternoon. She would ‘coincidentally’ have a lot of work to do precisely during then.

Without further thinking or planning, Y/N started prepping for bed. All the errands would be completed tomorrow instead such as laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning, etc. After her shower and dinner, Y/N cozied up in bed with a book. Not fifteen minutes passed and she was out like a light.

After his siblings had gotten past their initial surprise of his return, Kol unceremoniously announced his engagement. This was met with two separate reactions, cheers and doubts.

Rebekah was the first to congratulate her brother, pulling him in for a tight hug. She turned to Davina next, softening her grip on her.

Freya was next, smiling from ear to ear as she hugged Davina first then Kol. Niklaus was a mixture of both, he congratulated his younger brother but sent glares at Davina.

Elijah didn’t say or do anything. He just stood there with a glass in hand, swirling it around as he watched the liquid move in circles.

Kol knew he might receive this sort of reaction from his big brother. He didn’t hold out hope for anything from him, he couldn’t blame him anyways.

His littlest brother was getting married whereas his own engagement had ended. It wasn’t going to be an easy thing to accept.

Everyone had separated into their own corners of the house. The girls were all sat together, asking Davina of her wedding plans. Elijah had disappeared somewhere and Niklaus was in his art room.

“Not even a ‘hello’ brother?” Kol asked once he had found Elijah in the library.

“Hello.” Elijah greeted monotonously, eyes not leaving his book.

“I missed you.”

Elijah scoffed, “Did you now? But not enough since you weren’t here when I laid in a coma.”

“It wasn’t a coma, Elijah. Besides, I was on my way, Bex told me you were fine.” Kol felt like an ass suddenly.

It was true though, the moment he heard about it, he was already packing. It wasn’t until Rebekah told him that Elijah would be alright and assured him that he canceled his flight plans. Not more than a week later, Kol then saw Y/N in France. Since then, he checked in with her, he knew his brother would want him to.

“It’s no matter anymore.” Elijah bookmarked the book and closed it.

He’d finish it tomorrow. He walked towards one of the shelves and placed it back.

Before leaving the room, he turned around to face his brother. “Congratulations Kol.” With that, he left for some other part of the house.

The rest of the day went as smoothly as can be expected in the Mikaelson household. Davina enlisted Rebekah and Camille’s help with the wedding planning, including the bachelorette, whilst Kol and his brothers threw him a bachelor’s party.

Rebekah practically planned the whole thing by herself, something about bossing people around made her happy. All Davina wanted was something small for instance, her loved ones to be present, a wedding dress, and her fiancé. Clearly she chose the wrong person to be her maid of honor because Rebekah went above and beyond.

In under a week, everything was planned and ready to go. This was a miracle to say the least, weddings took months if not years to plan yet the original barbie had done it in less than a week.

“Wow Bex, you’ve outdone yourself!” Kol exclaimed, gaping at how different the compound looked.

“This? It would’ve been better if I had been given a heads up.” Rebekah replied, shooting a look over at Davina.

“I thought we agreed on small?” Davina asked, raising a brow.

“This is small. There’s only fifty people coming.” Rebekah replied with a smile, proudly showing her clipboard with a seating chart.

“Fifty? I don’t even have 10 close friends.”

“Nope, not changing it. It’s far too late for it, they’ve all RSVP’d.” Rebekah shook her head and quickly walked away before Davina could question her further.

“It’s alright darling. Trust me, it could be worse.” Kol strolled over to his fiancée, wrapping his arms around her.

“Ah I see preparations are almost done.” Klaus jogged down the stairs, Elijah in tow.

“Yeah, all that’s left is to check in with the caterers and the musicians for tomorrow.” Camille replied before Kol could say anything. She walked in with her own clipboard.

“Musicians? Kol.” Davina groans, closing her eyes.

“This is quaint, I thought Rebekah was in charge?” Elijah asked as he looked around the open space filled with dozens of seats.

“She is. I asked her to keep it small.” Davina sighed a response.

“Well it’s small alright.” Klaus chimed in.

“There’s nothing small about this.”

Just then Rebekah walked into the open area with two men behind her, each carrying a tray of treats. She stopped right in front of Kol and pointed at him. The men each extended their tray, one after the other.

“Try one. I need your opinion.” Rebekah urged, holding her clipboard close to her chest ready to take notes.

Kol hesitantly took a treat and Davina as well. They smiled and rated the first one then ate from the second tray and rated it as well. Once they were done, Rebekah scribbled something on the paper and shooed the men away.

“Why do I feel like this is for you?” Kol asked with a hint of a smile.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bex. Come on, I know you.”

Rebekah sighed then looked between her brother and his fiancée. She lowered her clipboard as she spoke, “This is new for us. We never got to experience human things such as graduations or weddings so this is important. We have to celebrate it because it doesn’t come easy for us. We’ve been alive for over a thousand years and it’s just now that you’ve met someone you want to spend your immortal life with. Why should it be small? When would we, any of us, get this chance again?”

Davina walked out of Kol’s arms and towards Rebekah. She hugged her without saying a word then she smiled. “You’re right. It’s important, it’s a big deal but we all know this town isn’t kind to us which is why I wanted it to be small. I don’t want tomorrow to be ruined.”

“It won’t be. No one will dare ruin it, with a vampire army and a dozen or so wolf friends, it’ll be safe.”

“Bex, thank you. Really.” Kol said as he hugged his little sister, placing a kiss on the side of her head.

“You’re welcome.” Rebekah smiled then slapped her hand on the clipboard, “Now, it’s time for fittings!”

Everyone collectively groaned while Camille chuckled but stopped when Rebekah pointed at her. This would end up being a long day for everyone.

Camille and Davina were trying on different accessories that complemented their dresses, they managed to find Freya and roped her in. Meanwhile Klaus and Kol were getting the finishing touches on their suits. Rebekah had been looking all over for Elijah when she found him in his study. The door was closed which was unusual but she knocked softly, waiting for his response.

“Come in.”

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over.”

“You’ve found me. Is there something I can help you with sister?”

Rebekah sighed and placed her pen and board down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. She looked around and noticed the woven blanket draped over the couch, next to it was a small side table with a book on top of it.

The room looked very lived in but untouched at the same time. The wooden mahogany desk was littered with papers and scrolls but the small tables around the room were bare. The drinking area no longer had the dark, bitter liquor, it now housed different variations of wine.

Her brother was seated on the floor, his jacket was tossed somewhere in the room. He was nursing a glass of wine with one hand and its bottle with the other. His hair was unruly and he was missing a shoe.

Rebekah walked over and sat down next to him. For a few minutes they sat in silence. She reached behind him and grabbed a wine glass, tilting it to him. He tore his gaze from the floor and poured her one.

In one go, she downed the glass and he poured her another. She leaned her head on his shoulder and slowly sipped her drink. The silence was nice, they rarely ever had these moments. Recently he had withdrawn from everyone, only present when it’s an emergency.

She had gotten so used to her older brother always being there to control her and her other siblings that she didn’t know what to do without him. She’d grown used to his lectures of family and she wished he could lecture her now. She knew exactly what changed but feared having this conversation with him. Every time she tried to, she would talk herself out of it but not this time.

“Elijah.”

“Don’t.”

“Please, hear me out.”

“I already know Rebekah.”

“Then why do you act like this?”

“What exactly is it that you want from me?”

Rebekah lifted her head from his shoulder, placing her glass on the table behind them by its stem.

“She wouldn’t want you like this. You know that.”

“She didn’t want me at all.”

“That’s not true, that’s not what happened and you know it.”

“It happened. Leave it be sister.”

Elijah downed his glass and placed it down on the floor, he pulled his feet close to his chest and rested his outstretched arms on top. Letting his head hang between his knees as his eyes close. He taps his ring on the wine bottle then swirls it around in circles.

“No! Absolutely not! You’re my brother and you’re always there for us, it’s about time one of us is here for you. I refuse to leave.”

He heaved an exasperated sigh and closed his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Stubborn as always.”

“If that’s what it’ll take to help you then fine.”

“Do— do you think she’s…is she…alright?” Elijah stumbled on his words. A part of him is trying to be tough and pretend not to care while the other cares far too much.

“Yes. You and I both know she can handle herself. You also know what she’d say to you if she saw you like this.”

“I believe it would be something along the lines of ‘Your brother is getting married, you should be there to support him…' ” Elijah smiled at the thought of her words.

“…everything else can wait. We always show up for family’ ” Rebekah finished his train of thought. “Exactly, so what do you say?”

Elijah grabbed the wine glass from the floor by the rim, pushing one leg down and using the other to stand up. He placed the bottle and glass on the cart then turned to his sister.

“Well then, let’s go celebrate our lunatic brother that we dearly love getting married. What could possibly go wrong?”

Rebekah’s face contorted into something that resembled astonishment. “Absolutely nothing. Don’t jinx it, I’ve worked far too hard.”

Elijah walked over to his desk to retrieve his missing shoe. He raised both brows at his sister, “Rebekah please.”

“Okay fine, I’ve worked semi-hard but still. No jinxing!” With that, she walked to the table next to the door and retrieved her clipboard.

She pointed a finger at him and said, “ Now get to your fitting, you’re late.” then she left.

Elijah chuckled to himself and decided to make his way to the tailor’s before his sister returned to drag him by force.

After a long day of classes, Y/N spent her after hours grading work until dinner time. She had made enough food for the week, meal prepping was her new thing. Once she was done with work and dinner, a warm bath awaited her.

She had just finished soaking for at least an hour or so she thought. She just got out when her fingers began to prune. Her skincare ritual was next, then a little downtime with one episode of Scandal and her wine. It was her reward each night and she looked forward to it every time, it stopped her from procrastinating.

She turned off all the lights in her apartment, cleaned up everything and returned things to their rightful places. When she was done, she walked up the black floating staircase with the skinniest of rails as a guide. The nightlights turned on with every step she took, turning off automatically behind her.

Once in her room Y/N turned on her fan and headed for her bed. She placed her phone on the charging stand and got under her sheets. She was just about to turn around when her phone began to ring, without checking it, she picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Good, you’re still up.”

“Davina? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing. I’m just glad you weren’t asleep yet.”

“That’s why you called? To see if I was asleep?”

“Well…not exactly.”

“So then what is it?”

“You can say no if you don’t want to, it’s okay but I was hoping you could come to the wedding. It’s tomorrow, you’ll be here and gone before anyone knows.” Davina rushed through her words as she normally did when she was nervous.

“Wait wait, slow down. You’re getting married now?”

“Not now, tomorrow.”

“But you just got engaged.”

“I know but— wait, do you think it’s too soon?”

Y/N could tell the girl was anxious and didn’t need to see her to know she was either biting her nail or twisting her hair. “Davina, it only matters what you think and want. If you’re ready for this and you’re sure then go for it.”

“I am ready and very sure.”

“Ok then you’ll be alright.”

“Only if you come. Please Y/N? You’re like a sister to me, I’d like you to be there.”

“Love, I can’t. I’ll be here to celebrate when you both return but you know I can’t.”

A sigh could be heard from the other line, Davina knew there was no way to get Y/N to change her mind once it was made. She didn’t want to force her but she also didn’t want her to miss it. Y/N had been a mentor to her at first but now she was family, it would be odd without her there.

“Okay. Have a good night.” Before Y/N could say anything back, the phone cut off.

She sighed and placed her phone back on its charger. She’s been doing nothing but letting down people who are counting on her. First André with the party and now Davina with her wedding. She didn’t want to think about it so instead she turned around and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.

The next morning, right after waking up, she had booked a ticket. Davina was her family, her biological one may have given up on her but she wouldn’t, it’d be the last thing she did. So without debating it, she purchased a plane ticket for noon which would get her there two hours before the wedding. It was a round trip as well so it would get her back an hour after, she wouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone.

Y/N had quickly packed a small black hand luggage filled with her wedding attire, shoes, and backup clothes. She wasn’t going to stay. She spent an hour quickly cleaning the entire apartment, the last thing she wanted to do is return late at night to be greeted by a mess.

She only had one more hour to go before the plane would leave and still she was in her apartment. Going down her list, she marked off everything that needed to either be packed, cleaned, or turned off. The airport wasn’t far but it was a Saturday afternoon, traffic would be inevitable.

Now panicking, she grabbed her suitcase and purse and jogged down the stairs barefooted.

“Shit! My shoes!” Y/N ran back upstairs, located the heels and was down again.

“Is that everything?” She asked herself out loud. “Keys, phone, suitcase, purse, sunglasses…”

She nodded to herself, turned around and opened the front door then slammed it shut behind her. Racing down the sidewalk to her car, the suitcase wheels dragging loudly behind her. She unlocked it, tossing her purse in the passenger’s seat and the suitcase in the seat behind. It wasn’t until she started the car that she realized it was low on fuel.

“Of course you’re low because why would anything be simple today?” She groaned loudly, ignoring the beeping noise the car made.

It was getting far too late but the only good thing in all of this was the pre-flight check she had done. As if she’d known she would be late, she paid extra to skip lines and do the check instead. All she had to do now was get her ticket and board her plane…once she found parking for the car and walking the distance of course.

With less than half an hour left, Y/N had managed to get through her airport check-in without further issues. She was currently sitting comfortably in first class with a wine glass in one hand. Though she didn’t have plans for the day, she didn’t see a reason not to dress up.

Y/N had on a white sleeveless turtleneck crop top with a black jean jacket; this was accompanied by black skinny jeans and white ankle stiletto boots. Her choice of silver jewelry adorned her neckline, fingers, ears, and wrists. It may have been summer in New Orleans but the weather in France was more like fall.

After what felt like hours, the plane moved slowly away from the gates and down the tarmac. It remained still for at least five minutes then picked up speed and it was in the air. All Y/N thought of is the shut eye she’d try and get before the craziness of tomorrow and the jet lag hit her. With that as her last thought, she cozied herself and fell asleep listening to white noise.

Her plane was quite early in the morning and it left promptly on time, by the time she was back in the states, it was already evening. The jet lag would sink in either the next day or the day after.

Y/N had texted Kol the moment she could and he responded just as fast, assuring her he was on his way. She was now standing outside the terminal, sweat gathering on her forehead and the base of her neck. She heard a honk and that pulled her out of her thoughts.

Kol waved from inside the vehicle then stepped out, “Hello darling. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Hi, this was completely last minute.” Y/N replied as she opened her arms for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back softly, “I can tell. Does Davina know?”

“No, it’s a surprise but you can tell her.”

“And does he?”

“No.” Her reply was short and curt. Kol knew that was the end of that conversation.

“Y/N—”

“So how were the wedding preparations?” Just like that, the topic changed and Kol knew better than to keep trying.

He sighed and reached for her suitcase, he wheeled it all the way to the car then hauled it up and put it in the trunk. Y/N leaned against the car, patiently waiting for his response.

“Rebekah is in charge.” Kol simply said as he closed the trunk which could be heard by the loud slam.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she winced, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Kol smiled and continued, “Her idea of small was fifty guests, some I’m sure I’ve never met.”

Y/N chuckled as she moved to the passenger’s side and opened the door, sliding inside and closing it afterwards. “You should’ve known better.”

“I really should have but Bex would’ve found a way to plan it regardless.” Kol entered the car from the other side and put his belt on.

“Well I’m just glad it all worked out.”

“Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. I’ll be married.” Kol thought out loud with a wide grin.

“You’ll be married.” Y/N echoed his words, a sad smile gracing her lips.

This didn’t go unnoticed by him. He reached out and placed a hand over hers, gently squeezing it. After a moment, he switched the gears in drive and pulled away from the roadside. They sat in silence, each one thinking of how the events the next day would unfurl.

Kol had dropped off Y/N at her hotel and made sure she was well settled before leaving. They spoke briefly and he agreed to tell Davina of her arrival.

That night, after she had eaten her dinner and cleaned up, she spent hours on her balcony. She had picked the highest floor and one of the few suites that had a view. After a year, almost two, away she had forgotten how beautiful New Orleans was at night.

So there she was in her white silk nightgown, her hair tied up in a rather neat bun, and a calming piping hot tea in hand. Her legs were outstretched on the couch while her back was pressed against the arm. She drank slowly, savoring the taste as it lingered on her tongue.

The stars seemed brighter and the air was warm but the cooling wind made up for it. It was a beautiful night to stargaze in silence.

From her balcony, she could see the people below and across walking to and from different places. Further away, she could see life in the heart of the city. The nightlife was her favorite thing, everything somehow felt more alive and that excited her.

Y/N finished her tea and placed the mug on the chestnut colored wooden table. She stood up and walked to the black railing meant for protection. She placed her hands on the top and outstretched her arms, tilting her head back to let the wind nip at her neck.

Eyes closed, she sighed at the cooling effect as her mind wondered if he was here. Was he watching the stars too? Did he take note of how beautiful tonight was? Her daydreaming was short lived because the jet lag was slowly kicking in.

Y/N sighed and opened her eyes, she stood up straight and detached from the rails. She turned around and grabbed the mug then walked back inside her suite, closing the door behind her.

It didn’t take long for her to tire. Her body was more exhausted than she let on and the instant she closed her eyes, she was gone.

Y/N had slept in a bit but the dozens of alarms she set eventually woke her up. Unlike her normal routine, she opted to have breakfast first then shower. She reached on the bedside table and dialed the kitchen. After ordering her personally curated breakfast, she decided to make tea and wait.

Within fifteen minutes her food was delivered in a cart by a gentleman. He set everything on the table in the living room, waited for her approval then left. Y/N happily enjoyed her meal, she had taken a full plate outside to the balcony to eat as she watched the pedestrians.

The sun was out today and judging from the humidity, it would be a hot one. Once her food was done, Y/N returned back inside and headed for the shower. She only had an hour and a half to get ready and get to the church.

She wore a skintight teal silk gown that had a slit which stopped just above her hip. The straps sat perfectly on her shoulders and her breasts slightly poured over the neckline. She paired the gown with a pair of black suede stilettos that had thin straps and a golden heel.

Her hair was in an elegant low braided bun, some strands were curled slightly and left on the side of her face. She didn’t wear a necklace, the gown didn’t require it. Instead she had on leaf shaped diamond drop earrings in a very light gold color.

Once she was fully ready, she gasped at the sight of herself. She knew she looked good but this was more than that. It was a wedding after all, she had to dress accordingly but damn.

She grabbed her teal silk clutch that was adorned with gold detailings and a tassel. She threw in her phone, a gloss, room card, and a small vial of perfume. With one last look at herself, she smiled and headed towards the door.

Y/N had made it to the church with 30 minutes to spare. She called Kol to pick her up so she would avoid getting a taxi or walking and being stared at. Not that Kol did any different, he unashamedly stared at her.

“Stop that, it’s weird.”

“What?”

“Kol you’re staring.”

“Wow! You clean up nice.”

Y/N hit his arm with her clutch and he laughed. “Gee thanks.”

“Sorry, you know what I meant.”

“Let’s just go before you’re late.”

There was no way Y/N could attend the wedding that afternoon without being noticed. Good thing she came prepared. She had done this spell once only and it had been a while since she used her powers so she wasn’t sure how it’d turn out.

While Kol was upstairs getting himself mentally ready, Y/N sneaked into Davina’s room. She gasped the moment she saw her.

“Darling you’re gorgeous!”

“Y/N?” The girl turned around.

“Shh. Keep it down.”

“Oh my god, it’s you! How— I thought…?” Davina stumbled on her words.

“Didn’t Kol tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Of course not.” Y/N sighed and explained to her everything.

“In his defense, he was out yesterday with his brothers as part of his bachelor party.” Davina said.

“That’s alright. I just wanted to see you beforehand. You look absolutely beautiful sweetheart.” Y/N gushed as she hugged Davina tightly.

“Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here, it means a lot. Will you stay?”

“Of course but you might not recognize me soon.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N explained that she was going to use a glamour spell to hide her face. No one would know it was her but now that Kol and Davina had both seen her, they’d be able to pick her out in a crowd. The spell would last until she returned home, she couldn’t take any chances.

Davina understood why and after saying their temporary goodbyes, Y/N left her although not after doing her hair. Y/N decided to do the spell in the ladies restroom. It wasn’t as hard as she imagined it to be but it did take a few tries.

The moment she was done, she reapplied her gloss and sprayed herself then walked out. She didn’t look where she was going because she bumped right into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, looking up at the person. Her breath was instantly caught in her throat.

“It’s alright love. No harm done.” She’d know that accent from anywhere even without seeing him.

“Right but still, I apologize.”

He gazed at her longer than what was appropriate then offered a smile, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Klaus.”

Before she could respond, the church gong rang throughout the building. She used this opportunity to walk away as quickly as her gown and heels would let her. Saved by the church bell, Y/N thought to herself. She had to think of a fake name soon and a simple explanation as to who she was to the bride and groom.

Y/N found a seat in the front row on the bridal side of the room and sat there. She could hear the people trickle in slowly and tried not to turn around to watch them.

Soon the church pews were filled with guests and the wedding march began. In unison, everyone stood up and faced the wooden double doors. Rebekah was thorough, the room looked completely transformed.

The simplest way to describe it was to imagine a rustic wedding. The theme colors were green and white with different shades of brown, the decor mirrored this as well. It felt cozy and relaxing. Y/N hadn’t even known of the theme but she matched it perfectly.

The light decorated doors opened and Davina slowly walked in. Y/N turned to look at Kol and his mouth was damn near hanging. She smiled and turned back around.

Marcel had been walking beside her slowly, wearing a proud smile. They finally reached the altar and he pressed a kiss on the side of her head. He let her go and stood in the front row.

Behind Davina stood Rebekah and Camille whereas Niklaus and Elijah stood behind Kol. Y/N would have been up there but then it would raise questions she didn’t wish to answer. She thought it best to just sit in the front row.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Elijah had taken notice of Y/N. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about her.

Father Kieran motioned for everyone to be seated as he began. The entire time, Elijah couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N, at some point Klaus had to discreetly nudge him. Once the introductions were done, the vows spoken, and rings exchanged, the audience jumped to their feet in cheer as the bride and groom kissed.

Kol and Davina walked together, hand in hand, down the aisle while everyone clapped and the music played for their exit. Each row was dismissed in order so to Y/N’s horror, she had to walk close to Klaus and Elijah. She slowed down enough so that others would step in between them to create distance.

When they were outside, Y/N was determined to get away as far as possible. To her dismay Klaus found her and started up a conversation.

“Hello, we meet again.” He greeted with a smile.

“Yes we do.” Y/N couldn’t let her nervousness show, he’d instantly pick up on it.

“Beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?”

“It was lovely.”

“You’re not a woman of many words are you?”

“What makes you say that?”

Klaus didn’t answer her, instead he smiled as though he knew something she didn’t. He saw his older brother and subtly called him over.

“This is my brother, Elijah. Elijah this is…” Klaus paused, “I’m sorry love, what was your name?”

“Estrella.” Y/N replied. It wasn’t her legal name but it was her nickname since childhood, it meant ‘star’.

“What a pretty name.” Klaus smiled.

“Thank you.” Y/N said but she was looking at Elijah.

Seeing him up close was harder than she envisioned. She was torn into two, a part of her wanted to leave immediately whereas the other wanted to stay longer. She must’ve been staring for too long because she snapped out of it and offered a polite smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N said as she lifted her dress in one fell swoop and blended in with the crowd among them.

All the guests had made their way to the Mikaelson compound for the reception. Y/N had to give herself a pep talk before walking in. The last time she was here, it broke her.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped into the compound and let herself be surrounded by the memories. Everyone was mingling with each other, they smiled and laughed. Some were dancing whilst others spoke in hushed voices in the darker corners.

Y/N found Davina and went up to congratulate her, wrapping the girl in a hug. They spoke for a little before others wanted to offer their congratulations.

Elijah was standing at the balcony, looking down at everyone. Klaus joined him and extended a glass of alcohol out to him. They drank and watched the guests in silence.

Y/N laughed at something the person next to her said and this pulled their attention. Both men couldn’t deny how stunning she looked, especially under all these lights in the growing darkness.

That gown is very sinful on her, the way it’s accentuating every curve is taunting. What would she look like without it? These thoughts are obtrusive and need to end. Elijah thought to himself.

Klaus had been watching so whilst his brother daydreamed, Klaus smirked and drank silently. Elijah cleared his throat and downed his drink in one gulp.

“Perhaps you’d like another drink? Maybe something a bit stronger?” Klaus smirked at his brother.

“I’m quite alright.”

“Really? Your racing heart says otherwise.” Klaus teased.

“Do you not have something to do or elsewhere to be Niklaus?”

“Not at all brother. I quite enjoy watching you fantasize about the girl. I wonder just how indecent those thoughts are.”

“They aren’t.”

“Ah, so you admit you’re having them.” Klaus jests some more, tutting at his brother. “How unbecoming of a gentleman such as yourself.”

“Leave him.” Rebekah speaks up from the stairwell as she makes her way to her brothers. “If our dear brother wishes to indulge in fantasies, so be it.” She had been listening to their exchange.

Elijah groans inwardly and sighs. His siblings were not going to let this go anytime soon.

“It’s alright Elijah. The girl is beautiful, we don’t fault you for acknowledging that.” Rebekah says as she places a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m sure his raunchy fantasies have acknowledged her quite well sister.” Klaus stands on the other side and squeezes his shoulder, a wide grin on his face.

His siblings keep taunting him but secretly Elijah doesn’t mind. His thoughts were a bit improper but the longer he looked at her, the more lewd they got.

Y/N was speaking to Kol before he excused himself. She was now seated by herself, watching the couples on the dance floor. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the figure next to her.

“All alone?”

She jumped a little and placed a hand over her chest, “Shit, you scared me.”

“I apologize, that wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s alright and yes, I am alone.”

“May I join you?”

“You already have.”

Elijah chuckled and glanced at her, “How do you know the bride and groom, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m a close friend of the bride.” Y/N simply said without wanting to give too much away.

“I see. You must not be from here.”

“I’m not, we met at work.”

“Oh? Where was that?”

Y/N eyed him and didn’t say anything. She leaned forward and reached for her glass of wine. This small action caused her strap to slide down just a smidge and her breasts to be more pronounced. Elijah tightened his jaw as he watched her movements. He studied how her lips parted when she wrapped them around the mouth of the glass. How her throat looked when she swallowed. He cleared his throat before his thoughts got away from him.

A new song started to play and he used this as an opportunity. With his hand out, he asked, “Would you grace me with a dance?”

Y/N contemplated the question then agreed, she was surprised by her own compliance. “I’d love to.”

She placed her empty wine glass down and stood up. Resting her hand on top of his, she let him guide her to the dance floor. Elijah settled one of his hands on her lower back and the other interlocked with her hands.

They weren’t actually in the middle of the room, they were closer towards the corners. Away from prying eyes and ears. They swayed slowly in peaceful silence.

They were so close, only the tiniest gap separated them. Song after song, they danced together. It was all going well until a waist swaying, body grinding song came on. The dance floor immediately filled up with guests. The lyrics were vulgar and explicit enough to turn anyone on.

Elijah was about to walk off the dance floor when Y/N held his wrist gently. He didn’t think she would want to dance to this but he hoped she would prove otherwise.

“Dance with me?” Y/N asked.

“I’m not quite sure I know the sort of dancing this type of music requires.” He replied, feigning innocence.

“Stay and find out.”

“Very well.” Elijah agreed and stood in front of her.

Y/N turned around and pressed herself into him. Without seeing his face, it gave her a newfound sense of confidence to do as she pleased. Slowly, she swayed her hips to the left then to right. She waited for him to stop her but when he didn’t, she moved a little faster.

Left, right. Left, right. Then she circled her hips torturously slow way. Left, right. Left, right. Circle.

She reached back for his hands and placed them on her hips. Her head was laid on his shoulder, giving him direct access to her neck. One of her hands was settled on top of his and the other was behind Elijah’s neck.

He squeezed her hip with his hand and used his other one to wrap over her chest. No one could see them where they were because the dance floor was filled. No one could hear either due to the loud music.

Her inhibitions were slowly lowering with every sway and grind. Y/N turned around and faced him, her arms now wrapped around his neck but her hips didn’t stop moving. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, getting lost in the music.

Elijah pulled her closer until they were chest to chest. One glance down and he quickly regretted it. Her breasts were so full and plump, nipples had gotten hard. Instinctively, he brushed his finger over them and waited for her reaction. Y/N didn’t do anything so he flicked her nipple and she moaned softly.

“Do it again.” Her eyes were now open and her gaze was on him.

He flicked her other nipple and again, a moan followed. He gently squeezed her breast then pinched the nipple. Y/N bit her lip to contain herself. Elijah wasn’t having it so he pinched harder and a sudden moan escaped her. He smiled.

“There are people.” Y/N looked around her. No one was paying attention to them but she was right, they were surrounded.

Elijah pulled them both out of the dance floor and into a corner. It was very dark for anyone to see anything.

“Is this better?” He asked, caging her in between himself and the wall.

“Much.” Y/N smiled and leaned closer towards him. Her gaze was fixated on his lips, she licked her own and asked, “May I?”

“I was hoping I would ask you.” Elijah replied.

“Yes please.”

The moment the words left her lips, they were replaced with his. He dipped his head low to reach hers and put his hand on her cheek, gently caressing it. Y/N’s head tilted upwards to meet his lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

The kiss started off simple and gentle but it quickly turned hot and heavy. They couldn’t help running their hands over each other. One of her legs was wrapped around his waist, lifting her gown high past her thighs. The music was still playing, a different song but just as dirty.

Elijah could feel her grinding on him, getting closer and closer. He noticed the state of her clothing and groaned at the sight. Without thinking, he slid his hand underneath and pressed his palm on her clothed cunt.

She broke off the kiss immediately and bucked her hips toward him. No words needed to be said, he slowly palmed her, studying how her body writhed. She tried to move her hips faster, she was getting impatient at his slow pace.

Y/N reached under her own dress and moved her panties to the side. Elijah could now feel her bare cunt and how wet it was.

“Fuck.” He groaned at the smell.

“Inside. Put your fingers.” She commanded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Elijah obliged and slipped two fingers in. They slid with ease, he slowly twisted them around, peeking at her every now and then. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing quickened, and her lips parted.

“Just like that. Faster please.” She pleaded with him.

“As you wish.”

She wasn’t sure just how fast he’d go but the lightning speed wasn’t what she expected. His fingers moved in and out rapidly and soon he added a third then a fourth finger. He could hear her walls squelch with each pump as they tightened around his fingers.

Y/N started moaning a bit louder so Elijah kissed her as though to silence her. The sensations were a lot for her but she was thoroughly enjoying it. He swallowed every bit of her moans until they came out strangled. She was very close.

“Will you be a good girl and come for me?”

“Y–yes. Please don’t stop.”

He adjusted their position slightly and raised her leg a bit higher. This new angle let him fully insert all four fingers until they reached the bottom. He lowered his head and sucked on her neck. The combination of being fingered and sucked made her feel like she was melting.

“Come darling.”

Just like that, the tightness in her core broke and her body shook. She grinded herself on his palm, intent on riding his fingers until she was satisfied.

“Fuckkk. Holy shit, that– that was…” Y/N trailed off.

He trailed kisses up her neck, “Amazing. You were amazing.”

He pulled his fingers out and raised them to her lips. She opened her mouth and his fingers slid inside, slowly she sucked each digit clean. Y/N maintained eye contact with Elijah as she licked and slurped his fingers. She placed her hand behind his neck and pulled his face closer to hers. She kissed him passionately and he matched her fervor.

Y/N was about to say something when she overhead voices heading their way. Quickly, she lowered her leg as the small group of people passed them by. As if she was in a trance earlier, her lust haziness lifted and she realized what happened.

“Oh no.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, this isn’t like me.” Y/N looked around the area and started to walk away. “I have to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“Thank you for the dance Elijah but I’m sorry.” Y/N speed walked back into the crowd and got lost in it.

Elijah stood there utterly confused. He had thought they were having fun and it would go further. He wouldn’t have ever made her do anything but he also wouldn’t have stopped her if she wanted more. It had been the first time since his engagement ended that he was involved with anyone. It was strange but he felt something with her.

The next morning Y/N woke up with a pounding headache. It actually wasn’t even morning, it was already afternoon.

The previous night’s events came flooding in. Dancing with her ex-fiancé, grinding on him, being fingered by him, and putting on a very brief show of her sucking skills.

“Fucking kill me.” She groaned to herself, completely mortified.

If she could be compelled, she’d gladly welcome it. After cursing herself to hell and back, Y/N found enough strength to stretch out her arm over and open the side table. She hadn’t planned on drinking, maybe half a glass but she was ready for the incoming migraine.

She reached out and retrieved the medication, expertly twisting the cap off and doing the same to the water bottle. Tossing her head back, she placed the pills in her mouth and washed it down with the water.

About, but not approximately, fifteen minutes later Y/N was up and about. Her flight would leave in less than two hours. It would be miraculous if this girl was ever on time.

Thank goodness she hadn’t fully unpacked, it took less than half an hour to pack and get ready. She had an hour to spare which she planned on spending it at the airport. There was no way she would reach out to him and say goodbye or even explain herself.

She dragged her suitcase and purse to the front door then looked around the suite to ensure everything was in order. Using the mirrored entry closet doors, Y/N took one last look at herself and put on her sunglasses. She opened the heavy door and stepped out.

Her taxi driver drove like a madman which made her mentally scold herself for not calling Kol instead. She didn’t though because she figured he’d rather be with his wife than drive his older brother’s ex-fiancée out of town. Heaving a sigh, she held onto the seatbelt for dear life and hoped her spells wouldn’t be needed.

Safe and sound, she was finally at home. The check in process was seamless for her and the plane ride was much faster going back. Y/N made a mental note to unload her luggage the next day, she didn’t have the energy for it.

After a warm shower, she relaxed in bed and decided to put on television just for background noise. A text alert interrupted her giggling at the comedic show.

Where are you?

Kol? Isn’t it late?

Yet you’re awake.

I’m home.

Already? You didn’t say goodbye :(

Y/N chuckled to herself then responded.

I’m sorry, I had to go. I’ll see you when you return?

Of course darling.

Perfect, well have a good night Kol :)

Goodnight Y/N :)

The next morning the siblings had planned to gather around the table in the dining room and have breakfast. Davina and Kol decided to join before heading off for their honeymoon.

“Well if it isn’t the lovebirds,” Rebekah greeted.

“Hi guys. Sorry we’re a bit late,” Davina apologized with a small smile.

“Oh that’s alright, I’m sure you were busy this morning and possibly last night.” Niklaus smirked at the innuendos.

“Why yes brother, we were.” Kol happily agreed whilst Davina swatted his arm.

“Kol!” She scolded.

“Ignore him please. We haven’t started yet so you’re not late.” Elijah said as he slowly walked down the stairs.

“Well now that we’re all acquainted, shall we eat?” Freya asked, peeking over into the kitchen to eye the food.

They all made their way to the dining room and took their respective seats. Niklaus sped to the seat at the head of the table before Elijah could reach it and smirked. Elijah shook his head as his eyes rolled and sat at the seat next to him.

Nothing of importance was discussed or brought up during the meal. Everyone laughed as they spoke of the previous night and ate peacefully. Though this was a Mikaelson gathering, something was bound to happen and it did.

“You know what we should talk about?” Niklaus said then paused until he had everyone’s attention. “Elijah and his mystery woman.”

“What are you talking about?” Rebekah asked, holding a forkful of pancakes.

“Oh don’t tell me you didn’t see it. One minute he’s brooding at the balcony then he’s dancing with her in the crowd.”

Elijah remained silent. There was nothing to talk about. He met a woman he thought was pretty, kept her company and they danced. Kol and Davina also remained quiet but it was Kol who joined his brother’s questioning.

“Yes brother, who was she?” Kol inquired with that smirk on his face as well.

“No one. We danced and that was all.”

“Really? Hm, I thought I saw you two quite close together in a very suggestive way.” Klaus rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, wiggling his brows.

Kol feigned shock and gasped, staring at his brother, “Elijah you didn’t!”

“Leave him. He’s allowed a bit of fun and I’m quite glad he got some. Good on you ‘Lijah.” Rebekah praised him.

Elijah groaned and set his utensils down. He tossed the tea towel on the table, pushed his seat back and stood up. Without a word or so much as a glance towards anyone, he walked straight upstairs.

There was a slight uncomfortable silence then Rebekah tossed her croissant at Niklaus. She motioned for him to follow his brother but before he could, Kol stood up and went instead.

He knocked lightly on the office door that was closed. No response. He knocked again and still no response. Kol opened the door slightly and peeked his head through.

“Elijah?” He called out. “Can we talk?”

“You might as well come in since I know you won’t leave.”

Kol opened the door wider and stepped into his brother’s office. “Nik is sorry.”

“Yet you’re the one telling me. Have you become his errand boy?”

“We’re sorry. We’re just happy you were having fun.”

“Well if that is all, leave. I trust you’re able to find the door, seeing as it’s two feet behind you.” Elijah turned his head back onto his desk, looking at the booklet in front of him but paying no attention to it.

“She made you smile brother. You even danced!”

“Yes Kol, I was there.”

“Pull that stick out of your ass will you?”

Elijah lifted his head up and squinted his eyes at him, “Excuse me?”

“You had fun Elijah, just admit it.”

“For what reason?”

“Rebekah said you haven’t spoken to anyone, any woman, ever since.” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, they both knew the hidden words that lay beneath.

Elijah dramatically let out a loud sigh and wheeled himself away from his desk. He studied his brother’s face for a few moments, trying to decipher something. Once his thoughts had settled, he leaned back in the seat and fixed the wrist cuffs.

“Alright, let’s talk.”

“Wait, you’ll actually listen to us?” Kol asked, skepticism clear in his voice.

“Why not? Let’s start with the girl, who is she?”

This instantly silenced the younger brother. He couldn’t say even if he wanted to, he swore not to.

“Why are you asking me?”

“She was a guest at your wedding, I’d assume that you know.” Elijah responded matter-of-factly.

“Rebekah was in charge.”

“Alright, let’s head down and ask her then.” Elijah sat upright in his seat, reading himself to stand.

“What for?”

“Fun. What else?”

“That’s not what we meant Elijah.”

“Oh? Delineate it to me then.”

Kol sighed and turned away from him. He didn’t know how to help without breaking his promise or hide from his brother.

“She– she’s a friend from home.” This was all Kol was willing to say and before Elijah could question him, he quickly walked out of his office.

It didn’t take the original long to find what he was looking for. Elijah was a smart man, he could follow breadcrumbs and that’s precisely what he did. He knew Kol and Davina lived in France and so did this mystery woman. If she were friends with them, she wouldn’t be far.

So immediately after his conversation with Kol, Elijah put on his Sherlock Holmes thinking cap and got to investigating. He debated with himself once he solved the case. Should he really go see this woman? Would she be surprised and happy to see him or scared and creeped out by his stalker-like skills?

He spent days contemplating until he finally gave in. This was how he found himself currently watching from inside the neighbor’s living room. He was staring at a black and white mediterranean styled home, there were two cars in the private lot. He had observed every house and its residents for hours, this was the last one.

His patience lessened as the clock ticked away. Eventually he got up, thanked the elderly woman for the tea, and was across the other side of the street. He could hear voices and laughter coming from inside as he strolled up the walkway.

Knocking once and loud enough to be heard, he stepped back and fixed his suit. He took in the footsteps that made their way to the door and then it swung open from the inside.

He knew it was her but he hadn’t properly prepared himself for this exact moment. His mind had tried to conjure her up as best as it could but even his own memories didn’t do her justice. Here she was, staring at him, probably the same way he stared at her.

Y/N was afraid if she blinked he’d disappear like a mirage. She was scared that this was a dream and soon she’d wake. She looked so unflattering in her current state. Her hair was in a high bun, not messy but not cute either. She had on an oversized apricot sweater, black booty shorts, and black knee-high stockings.

“Y/N? Who is it?” A voice called her from the living room.

This broke her trance and she cleared her throat. She still didn’t know what to say but her lack of answer only made the man walk to the door. He was now curious.

“Oh hello. Can we help you?” The man greeted and stood right behind Y/N.

Elijah didn’t say a word or even look at him. He was aware that the man was there but he was more focused on her. His head and heart were now split. One wanted to believe this man was nothing more than a friend but the other didn’t want to be so naïve.

“Hello. I was wondering if we could speak?” Elijah fixed his gaze on Y/N.

“Now isn’t a good time.” Y/N matched his and kept her response short.

“Why not?” The man asked her.

“Vous êtes ici. Il peut revenir demain.” (You’re here. He can return tomorrow.)

“C’est bon, je partais de toute façon.” (It’s okay, I was leaving anyway.) The man then turned to Elijah and extended his hand out, “Je m’appelle André.” (My name is André.)

Elijah firmly grasped his hand and offered a small smile, “Je suis Elijah.” (I’m Elijah.)

André smiled and stepped back, heading back to the living room to retrieve his things. He came back with his jacket on and stopped by the front door. He turned to Y/N and gave her a hug, once which she reciprocated and was conscious of Elijah’s eyes on them.

“On se parlera demain?” (We’ll talk tomorrow?)

“Oui. Bonne nuit.” (Yes. Goodnight.)

“Bonne nuit Y/N. Ravie de vous avoir recontré Elijah.” (Goodnight Y/N. It was nice meeting you Elijah.)

“Vous aussi.” (You as well.) Elijah politely smiled then faced Y/N once more.

“You too. Goodnight Elijah.”

“Is that all you have to say?” He slid his hands into his coat pockets and looked at her.

“What do you want?”

“Me?” He raised a brow, a bit taken back by the question.

“Yes you. You’re the one who came here.”

“You came first. To the wedding then on my hands.”

“Goodnight Elijah Mikaelson.”

“Y/N wait. I shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.” He struggled to fight the smile that was tugging at his lips. “Please invite me in so we can speak.”

“I can hear you just fine from here while you’re out there.”

“Alright then come join me, it’s more civilized if we’re on the same side.”

“Is this the talk? I’d like to skip it.”

Elijah sighed and rested one of his feet on the doorstep so that he slightly leaned forward, “Why did you leave?”

“I had a plane to catch.”

“Do not do that. You know exactly what I mean.”

“I made a mistake. I was only there for the wedding, nothing else.”

“Which part was the mistake?”

“Elijah don’t.”

“Did I do something wrong? What was it?”

“Nothing. It was me.” Y/N paused and glanced at her covered feet. “I got distracted, I shouldn’t have.”

“It was a welcomed distraction.”

Hearing that, Y/N lifted her head up and gazed at him as if seeing him for the first time. They maintained eye contact, neither waiting to utter any sort of syllable that would break this spell. Almost two years apart and still it all felt like it happened yesterday.

“Come in.” She whispered so quietly, the average human couldn’t have heard her but he picked up on it clear as day.

With that same foot on the doorstep, he took a step inside and she moved aside. He closed the door behind him, not bothering to look. Elijah took a step forward and she took one backwards, they mirrored their movements until Y/N had nowhere else to go.

She was sandwiched between the large marble kitchen island and his body. Her eyes didn’t dare look up to meet his, she would unravel, she knew this. So instead, she stared at the grey colored wooden floors and mentally counted them.

“Look at me.”

“No thank you.” She responded, still feigning interest in the wood.

“Please.” He softly whispered. “Look at me Y/N.”

She had no backbone, not when it came to him. Without any sort of fight or resistance, her head lifted. His hand instinctively reached out and pushed the stray hairs from her face, tucking it behind her ears.

“You’re more gorgeous than I remember. My dreams didn’t do you justice.”

“You dreamt of me? How did you know?”

“My dear did you think I wouldn’t know how your lips taste or how your walls felt around me?”

Y/N audibly gasped, completely taken back by his brazenness. “You– what?”

“No matter what face you wear, I will always know you.” Elijah admitted. He never would’ve to anyone because all anyone would do is tease him but he would to her. “I missed you Y/N.”

“I missed you too Elijah.”

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name. Say it.”

“Elijah.”

His name on her lips was similar to that of a siren song. It was hypnotic to him. Using his thumb, he parted her bottom lip from the top one and slowly glided it across.

“Again darling.” He waited and inspected how her lips moved to form his name.

“Elijah.” She repeated, anxious to see what he’d do next.

“Open.”

Y/N dutifully did as told and opened her mouth, almost swiftly, his thumb entered. She knew what he wanted so she closed her mouth and her tongue licked from the inside. A satisfying sound emanated from his throat.

“Wider. Don’t close.”

She complied and her mouth opened once more. Tilting her head back at his desired angle, he switched from his thumb to two fingers instead. He inserted them both and went directly for her throat, slowly twisting his hand in semi-circles.

She lightly gagged and he felt the vibrations. Her tongue attempted to push his invading digits away but to no avail. His other hand was holding the base of her neck with a firm gentleness.

“Do you think you could take all four?”

She nodded, eyes shut as her reflexes made an effort to kick in but failed. Two more fingers and she was now lightly choking. The sound was erotic to him for some reason. Seeing her this way, teary-eyed with her mouth open choking on his fingers whilst caged against his body was driving him up a wall.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out promptly and gripped her chin in his hand. His hand moved down to her neck and fastened around the base of it but didn’t apply any pressure. With his mouth, he lowered his head close enough to hers and placed soft kisses around her lips then worked up to her ear.

“Shall we continue on from the reception?”

“Yes please.”

“Are you sure? This is your only chance to refuse.”

“I’m sure. Please have me Eli.”

“Good girl.”

The debauchery that took place in that house for hours on end was quite wickedly arousing if I do say so. It’d be far too explicit to begin retelling the tale of the events. I’d leave it to your imagination.

A/N: aaand that’s a wrap! sorry i went a bit overboard with this and made it long. i have more fics in the works but thanks so much for reading, this was my very first fic so it meant a lot to me. bye for now & ily! 🫶🏽

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Being a Heretic and Dating Davina Claire Would Include…

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Meeting Davina while trying to find a spell for the issue you’re working on

Davina thought you were cute, but didn’t think you would be staying around for long

Working on one spell together, and then finding another one to work on

One month turned to three, and before you knew it, you had stayed an entire year

Finally asking her out on a date

Spending more and more time together before she told you that she was falling for you

She wants to take care of you all the time

Going out on dates all throughout New Orleans

She loves cuddling you, and will practically jump on top of you when you get home

Davina will help you out on whatever spells you need advice on It took a while for her coven to accept a Heretic in their group, but they ended up taking you in without issue

Protecting each other no matter what

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“Davina?” You called out. She couldn’t hear you as you tried to reach out. She continued chanting until the lights flickered and the candle in front of her lit itself. She paused for a moment before slowly turning to look at you.

You found that she could suddenly see you and when you reached out to touch her face she felt warm. Your fingers didn't sink through her. The candles through the crypt lit themselves one by one.

“I did it.” She gasped. She smiled up at you and reached out a hand but blood began to trail from her eyes causing her to stop and panic as if something hurt.

“Davina, you have to stop! You have to stop.” You begged, finding yourself finally able to communicate with her.

"I don’t ever want to lose you." You said as she began to cry in relief. You crouched down beside her and smiled.

“I promise that you won't ever lose me Davina but you need to stop.” You insisted and she shook her head, leaning in.

“No! No! I won't stop. They can’t make me stop. We’ll be together again.” She insisted. You sighed and glanced behind you to the door of the crypt.

“Davina, we can’t bring you back if you keep fighting us.” You said slowly. She frowned at you and drew back, looking as if she didn’t trust you.

“What?”

“Davina. Do you remember what happened to you?” You asked.

“What! What are you talking about!” She snapped. The candles flared and then started to go out. “Davina! We can’t save you if you keep fighting us!” You called as she vanished. Hayley stepped into the crypt with Marcel who hurried to check you were ok. “Do you think she’ll remember this time?”

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Davina Claire Masterlist

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07| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader, Marcel Gerard x mostly platonic!reader Summary: Trying to figure out a way to get Klaus to trust you, you reminisce over the past and how trust was earned in a similar situation. Warnings: none Words: 3.7K

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NEW ORLEANS, 1970

Strobe lights went all across the room, music blaring, but I could barely tell what song was playing, too distracted by what I was doing—or, rather, who I was about to do. I ran my fingers through his hair while his hand crept up my skirt, our kiss getting more passionate by the second.

His name didn't matter. All I cared about was the fun we were about to have.

"Why don't we take this somewhere more private," he mumbled in between kisses.

I nodded against him, giving him one last kiss before whispering in his ear. "Back alley." The fact that I was drunk didn't stop me from leading us across the dance floor to the back where I'd been many times before. I knew the owner—who was also a really good kisser—and so I knew where to go.

I felt the cold air hit us as soon as we got outside, despite feeling so hot. As soon as the door closed, I turned around, intending on pulling him back in for a kiss, but I almost staggered back when I saw the same man I was kissing just moments ago with veins crawling underneath his eyes, fangs protruding in his mouth.

What the fuck?

I quickly sobered up, baring my own fangs at him. The atmosphere went from hot and sexy to dark in an instant.

His eyes widened. While his voice was surprised, there was still an undertone of hostility. "You're a vampire?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You didn't know?" God, how drunk was he? I smelt that he was a night crawler immediately. Clearly, he thought I was a human and wanted to leave so he could suck me dry.

That wasn't happening. For obvious reasons.

He cursed under his breath. For a second, I thought we'd get back to what we were doing; I mean, I just cleared this up. I was gonna be generous and continue to make out with him in spite of the fact that he just tried to kill me, but this dude just had to kill my fun, too.

He tried charging at me, but my magic worked faster than even vamp speed. Quickly, I rushed, "Motus!" and he was sent flying into the wall. My eyes widened. Fuckkkkkk, man.

I just wanted to get laid.

I wasn't supposed to do that. I was supposed to punch him, maybe snap his neck—I was supposed to do something that a vampire would do. A vampire doesn't just move things with their mind.

I thought I was soberer than that, but it seemed that the alcohol was still affecting me because I just sent a fucking vampire flying. Shock was all over the guy's face, his pretty, pretty face that I just wanted to have a good time with.

Fuck. Now I'd have to kill him.

He remained against the wall, but he didn't wait much longer before firing questions at me. "What the hell was that-"

I cut him off, "Look, man, I wasn't planning on doing a lot of talking with you tonight." Annoyance laced my voice. He didn't respond as quickly, just looking at me with an extremely analyzing gaze. I didn't doubt that he was confused. People don't just come across people like me.

He was silent until it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "Tribrid," he muttered under his breath, almost like I wasn't meant to hear it, but I did.

My blood went cold. "What did you just say?" I asked, but he ignored me, continuing to mutter under his breath.

"I knew a guy once—he was half wolf, half vampire." If he didn't have my attention before, he sure as hell did now. Because I only knew one person that matched that description, and that was Klaus Mikaelson.

My body went rigid while the guy took little notice, seeming to put together a bunch of puzzle pieces in his head. "Yeah-" he paused, looking up at me, "I've heard chatter. Witches saying something about a... triangle: werewolf, vampire... and witch."

Chatter? He's heard chatter? A thousand things went through my mind at once. That was impossible. Nobody knew about me. I just got to this city; there was no way witches have managed to decipher a secret I've spent centuries keeping.

Against my will, my tone was now less calm. "I don't know what you're-"

"I think you do know what I'm talking about." The guy's eyes were hard as he stared right back at me. I thought he was just some baby vamp, but it appeared that he was proving me wrong. He took a step closer to me. "You're the tribrid, aren't you?"

I almost laughed, even though I was full of nerves while, just seconds ago, I was fine. "You must have a death wish," I remarked. Maybe I could've left him alone, convinced him to forget about my display of magic and just left town. But now he not only saw that, but he also knew exactly who I was and he'd go running to tell everyone else.

He had to go. It's a shame, though, I thought, he was such a good kisser.

I stepped closer to him and he immediately got the message, eyes widening again once he realized that I had the upper hand. "No, no," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I promise you; you do not want to kill me."

I scoffed, "And why is that?"

"Listen, I hold a lot of influence around here-"

I scoffed again. "I really don't care." Throwing power around was a politician's move, and politicians only lied to you. I wasn't gonna take my chances.

I was walking towards him, taking one step forward for every step he took back until he blurted, "My name is Marcel Gerard." At this, I stopped. Marcel Gerard... I knew that name. I stood still, racking my brain until I realized why his name sounded so familiar.

Marcel Gerard literally ruled this city. I'd been in New Orleans for not even a few days yet you could hear vampires and witches alike mentioning him often.

Damnit. Of course, I not only meet the guy who the vampires in this city worship, but I also end up locking lips with him and have him find out what I am.

I just wanted to have fun.

He saw recognition on my face, causing his own to light up. "So, you know who I am." I nodded in response, exasperatedly rolling my eyes. All of this had completely caused my buzz to dissipate into thin air. "Look..." he trailed off, making a gesture with his hands.

I rolled my again. "Y/N."

"Look, Y/N, I know what you are. I figured it out in seconds. There's already speculation of a tribrid going around with the witches-"

"Get to the fucking point, Marcel, before I just decide to kill you. Believe me, I am not in the mood to deal with this right now."

He didn't waste any more time. "I can get the witches to back off and find something else to fixate on. I can bury just the thought of a tribrid being out there, Y/N," he emphasized.

I wonder just how dumb he thought I was. I shook my head. "So you want me not to kill you, just so you can go blab to whoever you see as soon as I leave you alone?" He shook his head right back at me.

"I won't say a thing, trust me." He paused. "We can help each other."

"Oh, c'mon-"

"No, I'm being serious," he asserted, no longer looking like he was backed into a corner but much more assured than before. "Killing me wouldn't do you any good. My people would search relentlessly for my killer, and the witches would only keep digging, possibly striking gold at some point. You keep me alive, and I can get rid of that for you."

I only stared at him with narrow eyes. He looked confident in the bar, that's what drew me to him, but I wasn't expecting anything like this. He had a point, but that didn't mean it was enough to stop me from killing him. And if I didn't like this city, then I'd kill him without any qualms and leave. But I do like this city. I want to stay here, and I knew I couldn't stay here with him dead and with the witches suspicious.

I couldn't afford to make enemies. Right now, what I needed were friends.

I'd already made up my mind, but Marcel didn't know that, still trying to get me to see a vision that I already understood. "We can make a good team, Y/N."

I didn't say anything for a few more seconds, thinking everything over in my mind. I could possibly be making the biggest mistake of my life right now, I thought. But I was already set. I kept my voice cold and devoid of emotion. "I'm giving you twenty-four hours to make this witch thing go away, Marcel."

A weight was lifted off his shoulders. "And I'll do just that." I wasn't gonna stick around much longer. This was already much more conversation than I was anticipating to have tonight, and we clearly weren't gonna have sex, so without another thought, I sped out of the alley.

Little did I know, that night marked the start of one of the rest of my life in New Orleans.

THE PRESENT

I was pulled out of my reverie when I saw Marcel came into my vision, sitting down on the chair opposite to me. We started out trying to kill each other, and now look: we were meeting for coffee.

I didn't trust him when I first met him, even after he made my problems with the witches disappear. That wasn't enough. And it also wasn't enough for him to insist I work with him. Those were things he was doing for his own benefit, so, of course, that didn't inspire my trust in him.

I only started trusting Marcel after he opened up to me about his past. Doing that, getting vulnerable with someone—that showed that you trusted them. And what better way to get someone to trust you than to show that you trust them?

I wasn't just reminiscing for the sake of it. The way Marcel got me to trust him was what I'd been forgetting throughout all my interactions with Klaus. I couldn't just ask him to trust blindly, the same way Marcel couldn't ask me to, or the same way I couldn't get the witches to.

I needed a show of good faith. The trick was just figuring out what.

"Hey, Y/N/N."

I nodded back to Cellie's greeting, pushing a tumbler over to his side of the table. While I actually liked coffee, Marcel wasn't a fan. "Got you your drink."

He grinned. "Ah, have I told you how much I love you recently?"

"Definitely not enough," I quipped back. "Now drink." His smile only got wider as he brought the tumbler up to his lips, sipping from his blood while I worked at finishing my Americano.

It's been about a week since I gave the contract to Klaus and went out with Marcel and Cami, who were now accepting the title of "dating" (after lots of resistance from Cami's side). Things have otherwise been quiet. I've been over to the Abattoir a few times to speak with Elijah, sometimes speaking to Hayley, and rarely talking to Klaus, but everything was fine if you didn't count the fact that he was still staring at me every time I came over.

You'd think that I'd be the one behaving that way after constantly seeing my father, his baby mama, and his brother, but nope. I've been calm; the whole Mikaelson thing has been getting to me less, but Klaus would look at me like he was trying to pick apart everything I said or did.

Sooner or later, it wouldn't matter how well I kept my secret. He was just gonna keep digging, so I needed to stop him before he struck gold.

"How's D been doing?" He asked, and the Mikaelsons were instantly pushed to the back of my mind. Davina had that effect.

"She's been good. Doing her school work, getting better with her magic by the day. You should come by for dinner soon, actually."

"Yeah, I-" he cut himself off when a "ping" sounded. He glanced down at his phone on the table, muttering a curse under his breath. When he looked back up at me, his expression was a mix of annoyance at the disturbance and apology. "Sorry, Y/N/N, I've gotta-"

"No, no, it's fine," I told him. "Go on and deal with it." He gave me a silent thank you before getting up, kissing my cheek in parting.

"I'll make it up to you. Dinner at mine," he said, walking away backwards. I smiled, telling him I'd see him later, and then he was out the door. Although we'd been sitting for all of one minute before he had to go, I wasn't irritated. He was getting back into the groove with the Quarter's happenings, so I'd be fully supportive.

I got up, throwing my empty coffee cup into the trash and walking out of the little café, mentally running over my schedule: housekeeping, then dinner with Marcel and Davina later. Right now, I'd go game plan my pitch to the vampires.

Or not.

Just as I was about to cross the street, a black car abruptly skirted in front of me, making me jump back. Before I could make anything of it, two men stepped out of it. Their expressions were practically lifeless, not a trace of emotion in sight.

"Get into the car," one of them ordered, causing me to furrow my brows. What the fuck?

I voiced my concerns not a moment later. "Excuse me?"

The other one stepped forward as if he was threatening me. I looked him up and down. Who the fuck was he stepping to like that? "Ma'am, you're gonna need to get into the car willingly before we force you to."

Force me to? I only stared at him, debating on whether or not I was gonna bash his head into the car he was threatening me to get into in front of any passers-by. I was then reminded of the exact thing I was on my way to work on: the peace pacts. If I exacted any violence, that wouldn't be setting the right example.

Still, though, I was tempted.

After a few seconds of eying them both, I realized I not only knew them, but I also understood what was happening here.

These were some of Marcel's old vampires.

And they were compelled.

Damnit. I glanced to the car behind them. I was willing to bet money that, inside that very car, sat Klaus. I rolled my eyes. A week ago, I would've been more put off by this, and I was, but I was more annoyed than anything.

I'd find some way to get him to trust me later, but if I didn't get into this car right now, then he'd only become even more suspicious of me, and I didn't need that.

I shook my head in disbelief that I was even gonna do this, gesturing for them to move so I could get into the car. One of them opened the back door for me and I got in.

I turned to my left, fully expecting Klaus to be sitting next to me, but instead I was met with the sight of a blonde with big, voluminous curls and bright blue eyes. Despite fitting into the dumb blonde mold exactly, I knew she was anything but.

This was Rebekah Mikaelson.

I (hopefully) hid my shock quickly, but my eyes still narrowed. My mind raced, wondering what the hell she could possibly want from me. I first jumped to conclusions, but I shut them down immediately, knowing that there was no way anyone knew I was related to the Mikaelsons, including the Mikaelsons themselves.

While I'd been visiting the Abattoir often, Rebekah was basically nowhere to be found. I never would've guessed that this was how I'd be meeting her, being pushed into a car by vampires acting like they were secret service. But, with the Mikaelsons, so far nothing has gone as I expected it.

When she turned to me, she didn't stop and observe me first like her brother did. I'd learned from my research that Rebekah Mikaelson was impulsive, possibly even more so than Klaus. So it didn't surprise me when she cut right to the chase.

"You must be Y/N," she said. Her voice sounded like honey and a smile was on her lips, but it didn't take rocket science to know that it was all an act. "I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, but I'm sure you're already aware of that."

I was. And so I said that. "I am."

She hummed at my response, indirectly reminding me so much of Klaus. She pressed a button to her side, causing the partition to roll up, never looking away from me once. Her smile then quickly dropped. "What are you doing with Marcel?"

Now, I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. "What?"

"You heard me," she asserted, unwilling to elaborate any further and just continuing to look at me, waiting for a reply.

Out of all the reasons she could've pulled me into this car, that one had never even crossed my mind. I paused for a few seconds, thinking over how I'd respond. I knew Rebekah and Marcel had history, and Rebekah had created a reputation for herself as not only being a lover, but a rather possessive one.

Saying the wrong thing here could get me into a tight situation I did not want to be in, so I had to be sure that my words wouldn't piss her off. "He's my friend," I told her, but she didn't look very convinced.

"Really?" She questioned, sarcasm noticeable in her voice. "Are you so cozy with all of your friends? Because you both looked rather close in that café." So she was watching us.

I backtracked, remembering how he kissed me on the cheek on his way out. I see how that could look bad to some people, especially his ex-girlfriend who seemed much more attached to him than he let on. From the way Marcel told the story, him and Rebekah were over, but the way she was acting didn't suggest that at all.

Suddenly, Camille was brought to the forefront of my mind. "We are close," I defended. "I've known him a long time, and we're just friends." I could've left it there—should've left it there, but with Cami on my mind I couldn't help but add, "Besides, he has a girlfriend."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at me; although, something told me she was already conscious of that little fact. Her jaw tensed, making me more alert. While Elijah and even Klaus wouldn't immediately deal with their problems physically, I knew Rebekah was a different story.

She was smart, don't get me wrong, but if there was something to know about her it was that her emotions overpowered her mind more often than not. She was impulsive, and so this could go real bad, real quick.

I had to get out of this.

I decided to just say something instead of letting her make the first move. If I said something first, then I could take control of the situation and spin it before she could.

"Look," I started. "Marcel and I have a completely platonic relationship." Well, not completely, but I wasn't gonna tell her that. "After we met, I was just helping him keep things running smoothly in the Quarter, the same thing I'm doing with your family now."

While her expression remained blank, I could tell I was swaying her in the right direction. She just needed one last push. "We talk so often because of Davina. She's important to both of us, and we just want to make sure she gets the childhood she deserves." Her eyes immediately softened, and I knew I got her.

Davina was just a child. As ruthless as Rebekah could be, she still had humanity inside her—Marcel had told me this time and time again when he was under the influence. There was something in her that he fell for, and it was her ability to care when she really wanted to.

She finally looked away from me. "I understand," she said. If I knew anything about her, then I knew she was probably embarrassed right now. It turned out that Rebekah's emotional nature had actually helped, not harmed. "Sorry for the inconvenience," she apologized, but her eyes never met mine.

She rolled the partition back down, telling the driver to stop the car and unlock the doors. "You're free to go, Y/N." I stared at her for a few seconds, wondering if there was anything else I was supposed to say, but I came up empty. So I just got out of the car and watched as they drove away right after.

Once I could no longer see the car, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

I just met Rebekah Mikaelson.

And I just barely dodged a bullet. I directed my thoughts away from freaking out because I just met yet another member of my family to how I was gonna fix the problem I had.

I couldn't keep tiptoeing on this tight-rope around the Mikaelsons. Sooner or later, I'd fall. I needed to do something to get them, all of them, to trust me. If they caught me at the right time, then everything could be exposed.

I had all of these thoughts running through my mind until a light bulb went off, and all of the puzzle pieces suddenly assembled themselves into a clear picture.

I knew what to do.

I had my show of good faith.

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I do not want to lose you

Summary: Ever since they met, the Harvest Witch has regarded the Original Noble's wife as a mother figure.

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" Are you sure it will work? I mean you are pregnant by a miracle." Davina said trying to hold back the tears

"Absolutely not, but we will have to try, I will pass your spirit into my body and mine into yours so I die in your place. Thanks to the witches when I was a baby, every time I die I live. Kind of a strange sleep" Y/N Said like it was the most normal thing in the world

"Does Elijah know?"

Only that question that remained unanswered gave Davina the answer. The Original had no knowledge of anything

"this won't work... If he finds out he'll be disappointed, angry, whatever "

"Is that our only option, or do you want to die and not know if you'll come back?" Original wife said

"I don't want to lose you, since you met me when you went to get Elijah back from Marcel, you have become a mother, better than my biological mother"

"You won't lose me Davina, I'll wake up within twenty four hours but I'll wake up and in the meantime: take good care of my miracle"

"Will I be able to tell Elijah? Otherwise he'll kiss me or he'll think you're you... Not that I'm averse to it but it would be weird" Davina asks, hugging the older woman as if her life depended on the hug

"You can tell everyone but make sure curious ears don't hear. See you soon little one"

The harvest would take place, the body swap spell was done now Y/N was in the witch's body, Sophie with the knife ready to cut the supposed girl's throat

"Do you believe in the harvest?"

" I believe"

With just those words everything happened quickly, Davina couldn't look even if she was safe in Y/N's body, there was an important person for her who sacrificed herself , when none of the four girls were resurrected, everyone was worried because they had faith that it would work

Hours later when only the Mikaelsons were in the compound, all attention turned to Y/N / Davina

"I have something to tell you about" With a heavy sigh she took courage " How shall I say this? Davina and I switched bodies.

Klaus was the first to laugh, thinking it was a joke.

" tell another joke please Y/N "

"No joke Klaus, she saved me from possibly not coming back"

Elijah, who until then had been too quiet, spoke out

"So, when did we get married?"

" It's also tell us: what are our nicknames that only Y/N calls us when we're alone without nosy people?" Bekah added

Minutes passed when the realization hit everyone: really Y/N sacrificed herself

"She said she'll wake up in twenty-four hours"

"It's to think that our brother almost kissed you earlier"

"Let's leave the caresses for when your wife is in her original body." Klaus Said Giving a light pat on his brother's shoulder

"Meanwhile, Davina will be treated like a queen and after that she will be under our protection and we will owe her a favor in return. She is protecting the next Mikaelson, my son"

"I promised her I would take care of him and I will keep my promise Elijah

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The Sacrifice (part 1) | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to save your boyfriend and their family. (Elijah Mikaelson fanfic)

TW: violence, loss of loved one, blood, emotional damage.

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Elijah covered Gia's body and stood up. You stood by him and looked sorrowfully at Gia's body. You didn't know much about her but she didn't deserve to die because of Klaus. Klaus was so angry and killing Gia was his revenge.

"I'm so sorry about Gia, if I had been here she wouldn't have died" You told you boyfriend.

"That's alright, nothing could have stopped Klaus from killing her." Elijah hugged you from your side and kissed your cheek and turned to camille, who had just drank blood to heal herself.

"are you ok?" you asked in concern and she nodded in response.

"now that you're healed, what did you mean by Klaus had a plan? we had a plan, a plan he has mercilessly destroyed!" Elijah exclaimed in anger. You caressed his back and he calmed down.

"our plan wouldn't have worked elijah" Camille spoke up and both of you looked at her with confusion.

"when Klaus got into my head, he said your plan would fail so he had to enact one of his own"

"and what's this plan of his?" you asked her.

"he has to get her to link to him" Camille told you both and you gasped.

"My brother wishes to bind himself to our enemy? she'll be virtually indestructible." Elijah said as he separated from you and walked closer to her.

"he said I had to convince you guys that everything he had to do, he had to do alone." Camille explained and you groaned.

"he is so stupid! he could get killed! he always thinks he has to do everything on his own and thinks on his own and he doesn't ask for help" you said in frustration as you ran your hands through your hair.

"you had the wrong ingredients to kill dahlia and he has to buy time before he finds the right ones." camille explained further.

"how?" Elijah asked.

"he is going to use the dagger on himself" Camille said and your eyes widened.

"with dahlia's life linked to his, she'll drop dead with him." you realised what Klaus's plan was.

"I'm really sorry about your friend." Camille told him.

"are you?" Elijah questioned.

"I'm not condoning klaus's actions. I'm trying to help you. All I know is, Klaus will do whatever he has to do for-" Camille was probably about to say for family but elijah cut her off.

"Klaus will do whatever he has to do for Klaus! now hayley is not answering her phone. what has he done?" Elijah interrogated.

"don't blame the messenger" you turn around and saw rebekah, the real rebekah, and Marcel, coming into the compound. It was so good to see Rebekah in her old body again, she was forced into another body for so long you never thought she would go back to her old body ever again.

"Rebekah" You smiled widely and ran and hugged her and she hugged back.

"Ava, it's good to see you" Rebekah said as she hugged you back.

"no hug for me?" Marcel asked with a smiled and arms opened as you and Rebekah pulled away. you rolled your eyes and smiled as you ran to hug him and after awhile, pulled away.

"rebekah" Elijah spoke and looked at her from head to toe, surprised to see her in her old body.

"looks like Niklaus has a lot on his to-do list last night, and as for hayley" Rebekah started.

"what happened to her?" you asked.

"When Klaus attacked me, he stole the spell that i used on the crescent wolves" Marcel explained.

"so he would condemn her to the body of a beast?" Elijah asked.

"Hayley will be human once a month." Rebekah told everyone.

"Are you saying she can only see her baby once a month?" You couldn't believe Klaus would do this to Hayley.

"Not for long. we will find her and we help her. But for now we have to focus on those who need saving today. Freya called, Dahlia is incapacitated, they are two hours north at orchard near Pear River, she has Hope." Rebekah told you guys and you knew Elijah would want to go there as fast as he could.

"Take me with you" Elijah nodded and carried you bridal style and sped out of the compound and to where Freya was.

"well my adage holds, nothing good ever happens in a clearing in the woods" Freya said and you chuckled as you and Elijah walked up to her.

"nothing good ever happens where my brother is concerned, with one exception." he looked over at Hope.

"How is she?"

"she's a Mikaelson, she's resilient." Freya said.

"can I hold her?" You asked and Freya nodded and handed Hope over to you.

"hello Hope, you know your auntie Ava? I'm your cool Aunt" you cooed and Freya chuckled. Elijah smiled at your cuteness and walked over to where Dahlia and Klaus were.

"When I woke, they were like this." Freay told you guys.

"Rebekah tells me Klaus has a plan kill to Dahlia, that he knew our plan would not work" Freya said.

"Yes, according to him, our ingredients were incorrect." Elijah explained.

"Klaus infiltrated Dahlia's mind. you didn't break her heart, we needed the blood of the witch she loved most, and you are not that witch, your mother is." You continued explaining to her while rocking Hope.

"So we need esther. well that's impossible, I killed her" Freya told you guys.

"one incarnation" Elijah told Freya and you saw the uneasy expression on Freya's face and felt bad for her.

"Our mother is burried in New Orleans. Niklaus wants us to revive the original body." Elijah explained and Freya nodded.

"Let's get back to the compound" Elijah said and he went over and carried Klaus to the back of the truck before going over to Dahlia and carried her and placed her beside Klaus while you took Hope's carrier to the back seat of the truck and placing her gently into the carrier. Freya got into the passenger seat before Elijah got into the driver seat and drove off.

Once you guys reached the compound, Elijah called Marcel to carry Dahlia in while he carried Klaus and you carried Hope into the compound. you put Hope's carrier on the fountain and took her out of the carrier and went over to the Mikaelsons. You saw that Marcel was bent over Klaus and poking his arm.

"Nik is demented." He stated.

"are we really to dig up our mother, burn her to ash, swap said ash for Kol's and then trick Davina into using her last chance to bringing someone back from the dead, not to mention we lose the opportunity to save Kol, if Davina doesn't turn us inside out?" Rebekah asked.

"and we will just be killing Esther again after all this so we're just back to square one" you added and everyone turned to you.

"what? I'm just saying what we're all thinking" you shrugged your shoulders.

"we could also dig a deep hole and leave both our problems at the bottom of it" Elijah spoke up.

"I say we choose a more permanent option, find the white oak stake, kill Klaus, Dahlia dies with him." Freya suggested.

"oh yea, and so do I, and every other vampire that Klaus has turned." Marcel told her.

Suddenly you heard a trickling noise and you turned your head and looked at Klaus and your eyes widened.

"um, guys, we got a situation" Everyone looked towards your direction and saw that the dagger in Klaus's chest is melting.

"The dagger is bloody melting." Rebekah swore as Elijah knelt down next to Klaus.

"We have no choice but to finish the task niklaus has set." Elijah said out loud and everyone nodded.

"Rebekah and I will go get our mother's ashes while Marcel and Freya will stay here and find Kol's ashes." Elijah explained.

"what about me? I want to help too." You told him.

"darling, you can help by taking care of Hope, where it's safe, I don't want you to get hurt from this." Elijah told you and you scoffed.

"I can take of myself, I'm a witch from the most powerful coven and have been training with Freya for so long" you retaliated.

" I know but Dahlia is a thousand years old, she's way more powerful than you. Please, we don't have time to argue." Elijah says and you couldn't say anything and just nodded.

Rebekah and Elijah left and Freya and Marcel started looking for Kol's ashes. You weren't going to stay there and do nothing so you left for Hope's room and kissed her before placing her gently in her crib.

"I'm sorry baby, auntie Ava have got some work to do" you said and left the room, making sure to put a spell so that no one can enter into the room unless it's one of your friends. you looked for Freya and Marcel, where they were in one of the rooms, looking for Kol's ashes.

"I thought you were supposed to take care of Hope?" Marcel asked.

"I'm not going to just sit around doing nothing when I can be of use. plus i'm with you guys, nothing will happen. and don't worry I put a boundary spell around Hope's room so no one can go in unless it's one of us" you told him and Freya and Marcel nodded.

"Elijah said Klaus kept Kol's ashes in a blue urn, what he didn't do was narrow the field. Heaven forbid one thing not be a damn secret in this family." Marcel explained as he continued to search while you started searching the cabinets.

"Yet, despite your anger, here you are, casting your lot with Klaus. Is that because you believe his plan's going to work?" Freya asked.

"That is the Mikaelson paradox, you want to love and kill each other all at the same time." Marcel said.

"you got that right" you scoffed. The three of you continued to search for the urn. you missed Kol, even though he could be a hard ass, he would still look out for you whenever necessary. you promised yourself to continue to look for a spell to bring him back from the dead after all this was over.

"look who got lucky" you turned and saw Marcel bringing out the urn from a cabinet and looked inside when his smile dropped as you and Freya walked towards him. He flipped the urn and nothing came out of it and you sighed.

"either you have a curious definition of luck or someone got to those ashes before we did." You told him.

"all right we better find a way to stop that dagger from melting because if the theif is who i think it is, we've got a problem." Marcel said out loud.

"I've got an idea, but Ava I need your help." Freya said and you nodded as the 3 of you went to Klaus.

"Just follow my lead" Freya started chanting and you copied her as she poured salt onto the dagger. It was no use, the dagger is still melting.

"It's no use, we can't slow her magic, everything we're trying fails." Freya said and Marcel ran his fingers through his hair. suddenly you heard creaking and you turned to the stairs and saw vines and leaves growing towards upstairs and towards Hope's room. Dahlia is trying to get to Hope.

"There's got to be a way to kill her" Marcel said.

"there is" you looked at Freya and saw her taking out the white oak stake.

"No! Freya!" Both you and Marcel lunged towards Freya to try and stop her but she used her magic to back you guys to the stairs.

"Please Freya, you don't have to do this, we will find another way." You practically begged her to stop what she was doing and think for a second.

"do you really want to kill your own brother? the family you always wanted." Marcel added in.

"This is the family I longed for, but because of her, i'll always be alone." Freya lifted the stake and plunged it towards Klaus's chest but was stopped by Klaus, who had just woken up.

"Sister" Klaus said as he held her hand with both of his and you sighed with relief. Freya let you and Marcel go and she helped Klaus up as Dahlia got up.

"I'm almost impressed by the lengths you'd go to for your little girl, though not enough to let bygones be." She reached out and the stake from Freya's hand flew into hers

"we are still linked, dear aunt. you may not way to punish me with that particular weapon." Klaus said as he walked forward towards Dahlia.

"Hmm, I made sure that the link between us melted along with the dagger. Meaning, i'm quite free to kill you." Dahlia said and Klaus's face dropped. She used her magic to pull Klaus towards her and was about to kill him but Marcel ran forward and saved Klaus. Dahlia used this time to transport you and Freya to hope's room even though you had placed a boundary spell and took a little bit of hope's blood before teleporting to someplace you didn't know. Dahlia started dragging you and Freya inside an abandoned warehouse.

"2 centuries ago, this city hung its traitors right here, I thought it was only fitting that it be your slaughtering grounds." Dahlia told Freya.

"why'd you bring Ava here. she didn't betray you" Freya asked her.

"she may not have betrayed me, but she is the firstborn of the most powerful covern, I can use her as my power source. not to mention all of you care for her, it would be a good punishment to make you guys see her suffer while you stand there and aren't able to do anything." You feared the worse as she dragged you and Freya inside and made you guys kneel before her as she place a boundary spell around you guys.

"I actually pity you, over the course of our long lives together, I could see you were broken, I used to think it was my fault, but in time, I've learned your ability to love died long ago" Freya said with tears forming in her eyes.

"Darkness isn't born you know, it's created, by snuffing out of a light. so however you thought you might mend me, please no you never could. Whenever I looked into your eyes, I saw your mother, the sister who turned my heart to stone, and with that stone I will crush each and everyone of her children." Dahlia told her. She came to your side and cut your wrist and collected some of your blood.

"what are you doing?" Freya asked her but Dahlia ignored her. she cut her hand and blood dripped from her hand and she started chanting.

"she's linking me to her, I can feel it." you told Freya.

"I'm so sorry Ava, you should never have had to be dragged into my family's drama." Freya said with tears in her eyes. you could feel you eyes welling up too.

"that's not your fault, I knew the risk when I started dating a Mikaelson and I still stuck by, and I would do it all over again if it meant being with Elijah." you said with a smile. you had a plan of your own and you started chanting and you transported yourself spiritually/physically (you'll get it later) to where Klaus was as he is the only one who could help you with the plan

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fandoms--fluff · 8 months

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Hope: Can I sit there?

Y/n: ..That's my lap

Hope: I know what I said

Y/n, sighing: Sure, come here

Y/n and Hope basically just cuddling the entire time*

Kol: Why can't we be like that?

Davina: Do you want me to answer that honestly?

Kol: ...no

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 10 months

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can you make headcanons about yandere kol mikaelson x fem human reader

I can absolutely do headcanons for Kol Mikaelson! Thank you very much for the ask anon and I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

AN: This ask and my response to it deals with yandere content, kidnapping, canon typical violence, and behaviours. This means it will have dark elements. I do not condone yandere behaviours in real life.

Despite their frequent fights and arguments, Kol and Klaus are very similar.

They are similar when it comes to the type of yandere they are and how they treat their darlings.

You bumped into Kol after he had stormed away from Davina following their argument about her controlling Mikael with magic. Kol had called her reckless and thoughtless. He was also furious with her because she had lied to and manipulated him into revealing his father's location.

Still angry, Kol gazed down at you with a sneer. As soon as he saw you, his sneer faded away. You were the most beautiful being that he had ever seen.

You didn't know much about the Mikaelsons but you did know that you were in danger and an apology quickly fell from your lips.

Charmingly, Kol lifted one of your hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "A beautiful creature such as yourself should not worry about apologising when something so wonderful has transpired from our meeting."

Still on edge, you pulled your hand back and without hesitation, Kol introduced himself. You were about to do the same when there was a whoosh of air and you found yourself pressed against a tree with a vampire snarling at you and someone who looked to be a teenager standing behind the vampire.

That was how you met Mikael and Davina. Proudly, Davina revealed herself to be a witch and that Mikael was the father of the Mikaelsons, the Original vampires.

Underneath her pride and her smugness, you detected a hint of fear which worried you. Throughout Davina's introduction, Mikael hadn't said a thing. The vampire hunter stepped back at Davina's spoken command and you detected resentment in his gaze as he did so.

"I have a bad feeling that Mikael is fighting her control. How long do I have before he breaks free?" You wondered as your hands scraped against the bark.

The answer: not very long. Following your disappearance, Kol had gone to the only beings that stood a chance against their father. His tone was impatient and his words were biting and in the end, he convinced his siblings to assist him in fighting their father.

The Originals didn't take long to find you and during the fight, Davina's bracelet was destroyed. You trembled as you saw the same look of utter fury on Kol and Mikael's faces but for very different reasons.

Davina ran to your side, figuring that she would be safe next to you. It didn't take you long to realise that she was controlling Mikael with the bracelet. Your expression told her just what you thought about that idea of hers and she ducked her head.

The fight between the Originals and their father was violent, bloody, and rapid. Mikael was destroyed by his children and Kol was seething with rage at the fact that Davina had sought shelter from her actions next to you.

Kol eventually calmed down and from that point on, you interacted with the Mikaelsons on a frequent basis. Dinner parties with the Original siblings were always interesting and incredibly chaotic. You respected Elijah's constant efforts to try and maintain order when it came to his family.

It took time but eventually, you and Davina moved from merely tolerating each other's existence (Kol did go to her when he needed magical help) to an almost friendship.

Occasionally, you get glimpses of Kol's darker nature. Kol isn't one to hesitate if he feels insulted or if there is the tiniest hint that you are upset or uncomfortable. You jokingly referred to him once as your hellhound and to your surprise, Kol laughed.

He liked the nickname and so it stuck.

While Kol has access to some of the wealth that his family does, he prefers to show his love and appreciation in other ways. The Mikaelson will spend time with you (casually threatening those who interrupt your time with him) and he will tell you stories of his childhood before things became complicated.

He likes it when you hum tunes from movies and he will drop everything to watch movies with you. Kol will cuddle with you during the movie and the two of you will end up missing the ending because you've fallen asleep in his arms and he is so entranced by the way you fit perfectly in his arms and the way you look when you are sleeping.

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

pairing: kol mikaelson x davina claire x fem!werewolf!reader

warnings: typical tvdu stuff, some angsty stuff, some fluff

note: since this was requested by an anon, i decided to make it sfw, if you want a smutty version of this, lmk!

also i was so happy when i got that request because i’ve been wanting to write for them since forever but i never actually did

also this wasn’t requested but I made the reader a werewolf because i thought it would be a fun dynamic having all of them together

this is a bit chaotic, i’m sorry for that lol

the three of you together, is probably the french quarters greatest fear

whenever there’s a battle going on, you fight it together

davina is definitely the most reasonable, while kol is the troublemaker, you’re something weird in between since you got a lot of common sense but sometimes you choose to ignore it

since you’re a wolf, you’ve got some trouble controlling your anger but davina has mastered the ability of calming you down

you and kol are definitely the jokesters in the relationship

davina and you are more cuddly since kol had to grew used to it first (from being left in a box and dead for centuries) but he’s getting there slowly

davina and you definitely do share clothes a lot and kol has trouble with keeping up what belongs to whom but he’s also getting there

sometimes kol wakes up at night, scared he’s gonna die again and then he needs the both of you to feel safe again and to sleep

davina doesn’t really like vampires very much but she has considered turning multiple times so she can be with Kol forever and so have you

kol often has to mediate between his family and you guys

davina had trouble getting accepted as a regent while dating an original vampire and a werewolf at the same time

the werewolves don’t really like you because you’ve never played along with them but Aidan was your childhood best friend

You’re also friends with jackson and hayley - she is like a sister to you

marcel and you get along but you aren’t best friends (because of what he did to the wolves)

when kol was still a witch (you weren’t dating yet) you often felt outnumbered by him and davina because they were witches and you were “just” a wolf

you helped them forge the dagger for klaus which was why you grew so close with them

when he died, you realized your feelings towards him and her

you spent every second you had, helping her bring him back

whenever they were fighting (usually over his family) you were the one to solve

when you realized he was cursed you tried to fight him off her but he was so strong and almost killed you

when he killed her you found her dead in his arms

you were so heartbroken and didn’t knew what to do so you screamed at him and fought him but he didn’t fight back, he just let you basically tear him apart

it took long for you to forgive him, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault

davina watched you from the other side, her heart broken at the sight of the two of you

you did everything you could to get her back while kol was in his slumber

you were heart broken as you lost them both but you never gave up hope

you hated marcel for what he did to kol but you also couldn’t really blame him because- it was hard for you because you loved them both so much

you got them both back in the end but it was a hard ride

kol and you worked together to get her back and you never cared about the mikaelsons

when you got her back, the three of you decided to leave town, to finally live your own life (somewhere nice, far away from all the supernatural drama)

note: if you liked this, and want to see more of this (blurbs/ one shots… just lmk!!)

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lokiwhitewolf · 7 months

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Red Hot Winter

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 by MrsElijahMikaelson98

Taking pity on Elena after watching her get tortured by the Salvatore, Rebekah takes her to New Orleans with her. She asks Elena to pretend to be Katherine while helping the Mikaekson family. One small thing: the vampires in New Orleans think Katherine and Elijah are together. The Original Vampire might be just what Elena needs right now

This story follows what happens in The Originals, but with the addition of Elena.

Chapter 1 Chapter 16

Chapter 2 Chapter 17

Chapter 3 Chapter 18

Chapter 4 Chapter 19

Chapter 5 Chapter 20

Chapter 6 Chapter 21

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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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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Our little game

~Part 2~ ~Part 3~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: You and Klaus have been playing this game between yourselves since your first meeting. One day, you two would fight with each other like dogs, and the next day, you would flirt and act like people completely mad with love. But whatever was between you two, you would never lose this game and admit that you fell for him. He would only use you for your power, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself all this time. Words count: 4,2k

I had no idea what I was doing here.

Wearing one of my fancy black dresses, I was staying in the middle of Mikaelson's compound in New Orleans, with hundreds of people surrounding me.

I was definitely making a huge mistake.

But a few hours ago, when my Mystic Falls gang tried (and failed) to kill these crazy heretics who came to our town two weeks ago, I could only think about coming here.

I needed to find a safe place to stay until Damon or Stefan called for my help.

But after hours of driving here, I wasn't sure if I still wanted to be a part of their group. Yes, I loved them all, especially Bonnie, who became my main "witch-teacher" after I found out I was like her, but sometimes I felt used by them. My power was stronger than any typical witch's. Even Bonnie was surprised to see the things I was able to do until my strength was exhausted and my nose started to bleed.

One day, Damon said that I was their greatest weapon. Then I burst out laughing. Now I'm not so sure how much the black-haired man was joking and how much his words were true. But I had to keep the promise I gave myself and stay with them, if only for Bonnie's sake. She would have killed herself trying to protect her friends, and I wouldn't let that happen. After all she did for me, I have to repay her debt of gratitude.

I turned on the radio while driving to nowhere and heard one of my favorite Mikaelson's, beloved, old songs, which was "better when it played at ball without this strange background sound." That's when I remembered Rebekah and her last words before leaving for New Orleans with her brothers: "You know, if your gang falls apart, you can always come to me. It would be funnier to have a partner in crime against Nik."

After a lengthy moral debate within me, I decided to fuck Salvatore's opinion of me and visit their nemesis. If Damon was so smart to make and realize his own crass plan without telling anyone, I could do something really stupid too and spend a week (or more) with Rebekah. After all, no one could control me.

Then it seemed like a very good plan.

Now with so many people around me, I decide that I have made a great mistake.

I totally forgot that four days ago, Bekah told me about the "engaged party" of Katherine and Elijah. (Thank God for my magic. At least I could turn pants and a T-shirt into a pretty dress.) I sent my gift to the happy couple with separate, joking congratulations to Katherine for "entrapping her Mikaelson after a long couple of centuries" without actually intending to attend the party.

Elena and Caroline would skin me if they knew that instead of buying them fancy birthday presents, I spent my money on something special for my best friend's big day.

In retrospect, I'd like to see their faces. They would be invaluable. Especially Damon's.

"My God, look who arrived!" a familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hi Beks." I turned around to face her.

"Hi Beks? You appear here without telling me or Katherine anything; you hide in the crowd with a mean expression on your face, and all I get after months apart is a simple "hi"?"

"Well, in my defense, I was thinking about bringing you wine, flowers, cake and saying, "I'm sorry, baby," but I figured it would be only a waste of time and my money because you're going to yell at me anyway. Also, your boyfriend would be jealous." she started laughing and pulled me into a hug.

"I haven't seen you for too long."

"Bekah, we were talking yesterday morning."

"You called her yesterday and didn't call me?!" I heard Katherine's resentful voice behind me.

"You look gorgeous, honey. Engagement suits you." she gave me an unimpressed look. "Oh, c'mon. Don't be angry. I'm here now, ready to give you compliments and fight with your fiance's brother, who loathes you. Now, show me the ring. I want to see how much money Elijah was willing to spend on you." she burst out laughing, waving her ringed hand in front of my eyes.

"You realize you're not getting off so easily? Besides, something must have happened for you to suddenly decide to come."

"We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, it's about you and your undying love for her brother." I pointed to Rebekah.

"Talking about my brothers. We'll use some help with Nik's composure for the rest of the evening."

"It is so bad?"

"Yes. He's been following Elijah and trying to convince him to change his mind since this morning." Katherine complained. "He doesn't leave us alone, even for half a second."

"Do you two really think I'm able to "charm" him for the rest of the night?"

I asked, doubts about his supposed affection towards me. Since our first meeting, I and an original hybrid have had a kind of love-hate relationship. At the beginning, we only had short, verbal skirmishes, then it evolved into an open war (he tried to hurt Bonnie, so I gave him a headache and snapped his neck. After that, he used one of his hybrids to crack my car, so I convinced Rebekah to steal his car keys and give them to me. He gave up after two weeks of our teasing and after I (with little of Damon's help) ruined all his dark plans. The original hybrid bought me my own car, trying to bury the hatchet between us.) After a month of these events, the hatred between us began to develop into a kind of mean-companionship. At least no one had tried to gouge out the eyes of the other one anymore. Our "game" developed so much that one day he began to tease me with flirtatious phrases. And it's not true that I choked on my drink and blushed like a teenager from a romance book when he called me for the first time his "innermost, darkest pleasure," whispering it with his seductive tone, which he undoubtedly used for many women before. It was at our school party in the style of the 20s. Since then, I've figured out how to play by his new rules. I couldn't be worse than him.

"Well, you're doing your job even now. He's been staring at you for about five minutes, and you haven't even used any magic. I think we all know why, but you're too stubborn to admit it, so you might as well use his soft spot for you as reparation for your silence for 3 days."

"It's not a soft spot or any other stupid feeling you assume. This is a game."

That was our way of communicating: by circling around, lulling the other person's vigilance, and attacking when he least expects it. At the end of the day, I was just a toy for him—a mortal witch who was never scared of a 1000-year-old hybrid. He proved it after he moved with his family to New Orleans, and I never heard from him again.

"I like spicy stories, but please, keep my brother's kinks away from me. BOTH of you. It's just disgusting." Rebekah shuddered.

"I'm not…"

"Did I hear something about kinks? Y/N darling, it's a pleasure to finally see you here!" Kol suddenly appeared from nowhere. He got closer to me and gave me a strong hug.

"What the bloody hell? You should be on Hayley's tail!"

"Relax, sister. Our brother's formal one-night stand peacefully came back to her husband and wolves. Which means I'm free for the rest of the evening. Y/N do you want to dance with me?" without waiting for any response, he took my hand and led me to the dance floor, where other couples were dancing.

"Alright, what did you do?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I have no idea what are you implying. I just wanted to dance with a friend I hadn't seen in a long time."

"Kol."

"Y/N."

"Okey, okey. Don't look at me like that. In a nutshell, there is a girl." Oh, I've heard about her. I was curious how much of the original's interest in this girl was genuine.

"My God. I never expected to live to see the day Kol Mikaelson finds his epic love." I cut him off with a smirk.

"She is a hag like you, by the way." he continued, ignoring my taunt. "She doesn't want to know me, but she loves me. I just need a little magic of jealousy, and voilà, I'll be kissing her at the end of this night."

"And you didn't think, Sherlock, that acting like this would make her think that you only play with her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The gears in Mikaelson's head began to turn.

"F*ck. So what should I do? I've tried everything. Flowers, jewelry, old grimoires, unexpected almost-dating, puppies, cats, and all of this modern stuff."

"The idea of coming to me with a "love problem" is as ridiculous as expecting an answer, but I will try my best because you are kind of my friend and seem desperate. I don't know if you thought of it, but speaking with her and making a true confession seemed too simple, didn't it?" I said it sarcastically.

"You mean… "L" word?" he cleared his throat, ashamed.

"For the love of God, Kol Mikaelson! Do you love her?"

"Of course."

"Then get out of my eyes and tell her, not me." he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared, leaving me alone in a sea of people.

"Little bastard." I said it to myself while trying to get out of there.

But someone made sure I wasn't left alone for too long.

"Hello, my love."

I would recognize that voice even on my deathbed, and I undoubtedly knew that he would someday be the reason for my death.

"Hello Klaus." I turned around to look him in the face. He had grown more handsome since the last time I saw him, which worried me a lot. I tried to hide my unwanted emotions behind a sarcastic smirk.

"If you're wondering if Stefan or Caroline sent their regards, I'm going to have to disappoint you."

"Actually, I'm wondering who I have to kill." I frowned, not understanding him. He swept me into his arms and whirled me about the dance floor as the orchestra played. "I knew you were planning not to go to this party. Katherine was very upset about that."

"So you must have had an enjoyable couple of days." I can't stop myself from interrupting him. He gave me a small smile, shaking his head in amusement. I was so close in his arms that I could feel his every breath adjust to mine.

"You don't usually change your plans, so it's obvious that your bunch of stupid friends must have done something impressively dumb. And quite possibly, it has to do with the emergence of competition vampire's group in Mystic Falls."

"You seem quite well informed, especially for someone who doesn't care about anyone but his family."

"Ouch. As mean as I remembered."

"And you're as irritating as always. It looks like no one changed."

I sighed as I looked around the room. Mission successful - Katherine talks to Elijah. The only problem was that they looked like they were gossiping about me and Klaus…

"Tell me, did you miss me?" Klaus' taunt diverted my attention.

I thought for a moment about how to answer his question. Of course, I missed him. I frequently found myself recalling memories of us in locations where I was at the time. But as I said to Rebekah and Katherine, there was no bond between me and Klaus. We were just two bored souls who were looking for entertainment. We liked messing with people and making fun of them. That's all. There is no feeling involved. But it doesn't mean I will miss my chance.

"Yes." I whispered this while staring into his ocean eyes, never taking my gaze away from him.

He was surprised by my bold, direct statement. He leaned slightly closer to me. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my lips.

"I was bored as no one was trying to hurt me or my friends. Fortunately, Miss Salvatore came back with her own, special family." I got a little closer to him so I could whisper in his ear. "And then we had a new member of our group. Enzo. He's incredibly handsome and was an excellent substitute for your company."

He moved his hand slowly as he extended his arm to encircle my back. Then he dipped me deeply, looking at my eyes all the damn time.

"Be careful, my love. You may fall for him, of course, if you have a heart." he whispered, tightening his grip on me. I held my breath, too enchanted by the moment to respond to his taunt.

I should feel uneasy, distrustful, and disgusted that I am at his mercy, for he could drop me at any moment. Instead, all I could feel was being hypnotized by his blue eyes until he helped me get back on my feet again.

"Every girl would love him. He has dark hair, plays the guitar, and speaks with an English accent. Everyone's type, espessialy mine." I said, when I came back to my senses. If he wanted to tease me, I'd make sure I was a worthy opponent. I just had to keep my emotions under lock and key.

"So your "type" has to have an English accent? It's good to know."

"Yeah, but not as old as some of the people who live here. Also, not this one who wants to get closer to me only to use me for my power."

"You really think that little of me?"

"Is it truly important what I think about you?"

"No, not if you want me to remain a stranger to you. Not at all. But I'd like to think that we are more than we're willing to admit."

"Are you drunk?" I asked, taking a step back to examine him more closely. He began laughing at my reaction, drawing me closer to him once again.

"No, my love. I'm honest. But I'm not sure if there's a big difference between these two."

"You're honest only if you know it's in your interest. Clearly, you want something for me because you've been nicer to me than you have in the last few years. But you have to know I'm not that stupid to let you control me." I got out of his arms and went out in search of a room free of anyone.

"Running away isn't a solution, Y/N! I hope you know that." He shouted as he followed me. We came to a halt as we entered his art studio. Of all the fucking places in this huge villa, it had to be the den of the big bad wolf.

"Katherine has managed to escape you for more than 500 years." I said this without giving him a single, damning look. I much preferred to admire his works.

"Yes. Because she wanted. I'm not sure if you share her desires." He grabbed my arm, turning me to face him.

"What kind of fucked-up game are you playing right now?!" I yelled, yanking his hands away from me. He confused me. We never crossed that unspoken line in our banter. Few months apart, and now he shares the attitude of our crazy friends. That kind of playing wasn't fun at all.

"Did I bring up a sensitive topic? You're not ready to finally stop lying to yourself?" I laughed, mocking him.

"I've never claimed to be a saint." I growled at his face.

"You also never admitted being a sinner."

"That's good I've always wanted to be an anti-hero, then." I whispered, looking into his mesmerizing eyes, not even realizing that as we talked, we were getting closer, as we were suddenly a foot apart. I felt his hand slip around my waist like a snake. He pulled me closer and then I found myself pressed between his warm chest and cold wall.

"If only you weren't such a paranoid woman and suspected me of using you whenever I wanted to get closer to you. Maybe you would understand who you should be scared of and what is truly between us."

"Said the man who murdered his biological father because he was afraid Ansal would endanger Hope."

"You seem quite well informed, especially for someone who doesn't care about me."

"Katherine and Rebekah are gossipers. You can't blame me for listening to them."

"You have an excuse for every circumstance, don't you?"

"It's not my fault you can't accept the truth. Whatever you've been taking today, you'd better take less of it. It's damaging your immortal, ancient head." I started to turn towards the door, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"Don't turn your back on me, love." he threatened, keeping his firm grip on my wrist.

"Or what are you going to do? Dance with me again? You're right, it's so dangerous and horrible that I can't take it anymore." I ignored his warning and tried to leave the room.

He used his vampire speed and pinned me against the door. He leaned in, his eyes closed, and rested his brow against mine. In a silent, peaceful room, our hard, synchronized breaths were the only sound I could hear. My world shrank to just the two of us. The party outside was long forgotten by me.

He rubbed the tip of his nose on mine. I shivered as I got close enough to him for the first time to feel the warmth of his lips (and yet they were so far from mine).

"You have no idea… what you're doing to me."

His deep, hoarse whisper reminded me of who was standing in front of me and why I couldn't give in to my inner, treacherous desire. Before his lips could catch mine in his intoxicating trap (and possibly destroy me for any other men), I wrapped my hands around his neck and pinned him against the door, keeping a decent distance between us.

When he felt a piece of wood on his back, he opened his eyes, looked at me, and gave me an impressive glance. He giggled sinisterly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"For your own good, if you're not ready for a fire, don't play with it, love." I leaned slightly toward him, still catching his gaze with mine.

"Who said I wouldn't be the one to burn you?" I whispered against his neck, placing a burning kiss on it.

His soft, strangled moan after I gently bit into his skin was enough reward for my patience and a sign to stop before things got deeper.

I slowly took my hand from his arm and put it on the doorknob. I smiled on his neck because he was too preoccupied with the feeling of my lips to notice anything. I decided not to tempt fate anymore. Hybrid could easily take control from me (which wouldn't be good for me at all). So I pulled the handle and opened the door. The original nearly fell down because of my sudden, unexpected move.

I left Klaus behind in my haste, casting a quick glance behind me. It was definitely worth it. His look of indignation will stay in my mind for a long time. This battle was mine. We gonna see what future bring.

I walked into the room in a magnificent mood and took the glass of wine from one of the waiters.

"Can everyone get together, please?" Elijah caught everyone's attention. "Thank you. I wanted to thank everyone for coming to our engagement party. Me and my beloved fiance are very happy to see people around us who are wishing us a long, beautiful future." the crowd began to applaud, interrupting his speech for a moment.

"Such a diva." I whispered under my breath as I sipped my wine. Rebekah somehow heard this and tried to hide her laughter.

"But I didn't gather you all here just to talk about my luck. We wanted to announce who, from our closest friends, will be the second-most important couple at our wedding. My best man and Katerina's maid of honor, I don't think it will surprise you that my best man will be my brother Niklaus."

Klaus stood on the stairs next to the couple, wearing his trademark sly grin. He scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered directly on me, and he didn't want to take his eyes off me. The little bastard must have been up to something.

"I've been thinking about this since the day we got engaged, and to be honest, the decision wasn't as easy as it seemed to be. It was my desire to have this person as my maid of honor, but circumstances indicated that, unfortunately, my dream would not come true. You don't know how happy I was when I heard a few hours ago that she agreed. So without further extensions. My chief bridesmaid and best friend, Y/N Y/L!"

Applause erupted around me. It took me a second to recover from the shock and climb the stairs. I was standing right in front of this smug son of a bitch.

"Thanks for asking." I said to Katherine when Elijah ended his speech and people spread around.

"Klaus didn't tell you?" she asked, looking at her future brother-in-law.

The original just shrugged.

"Don't worry, Kath. I won't make a scene. I'm not going to play according to the script of this drama queen. It will be a pleasure to be your maid of honor."

"I'm not a drama queen." the hybrid interjected, frowning.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I responded, giving him a small look.

"If you're so worried about my good sleep, why don't you join me in my bed, love?" he asked, coming to my side, so I had to give him my attention.

"Ha ha. Not even in your wildest dreams."

"In my wildest dreams, we don't need a bed, love." he said, casually adjusting the strap of my dress on my shoulder. His icy fingertips brushed against my heated skin, right next to my collarbone.

"You're the thousand-year-old father of a little girl. You don't think it's time to act like an adult and not a horny teenager?" I asked, grabbing his hand and pulling it off me.

"Ouch. But then you wouldn't even notice me." he pretended to be offended. He also tightened his grip on my hand without thinking of letting go. I fell into his trap with my own fucking wish.

"Believe me, it's impossible to miss you. I've tried. Many times." I growled, trying to free my hand from him.

"Aw, is that your way of telling me I'm special to you?" he asked, clearly amused by my annoyance. I've never seen such a huge smile on his face.

"Yeah, like a plastic, red punch cup at a school party," he laughed, reluctantly releasing my hand.

I turned to say something to Kath, but then I realized that she had left us in the middle of our conversation. I sighed as I was alone with him again. It's going to be a very long week (or month).

"By the way, when are you going to tell me I'm Katherine's maid of honor?" I asked, favoring him with my look again.

"It must have slipped my mind when you were passionately kissing my neck, love."

"Oh, I remember. You were moaning for me like a street lady."

I turned to leave, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his hard, well-built chest. He placed my head on his shoulder and cupped the tip of my right ear with his lips. His fangs came out, reminding me of his superhuman strength. Sometimes I forgot that the man I was teasing could easily break me with a flick of the wrist. Of course, if I let down my guard and drop my magic for a moment. We both knew that was impossible.

"Maybe I should return you a favor, and then we will see which one of us is making the most tempting moans?" he whispered suggestively and placed a small kiss under my ear. "What do you think about it, love?" he asked, rubbing his nose against my neck. He took one deep breath before placing his revange-wet kiss there.

And then, when I was burning for even his littlest touch, he just walked away like nothing happened.

I stood there, frozen in shock, watching his receding silhouette (definitely with a proud smirk on his face).

There was only one thing in my head.

1:1 motherf*cker

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